My run today was supposed to be a "recovery run," and let me tell you, I could use the recovery. My ass still hurts from those lunges on Thursday. I ran in the afternoon in 70+ degrees which might seem heavenly to some runners, but felt kinda warm for me. I don't do well running in the afternoon, I find. I think it's something to do with the fact that the sun is beating down on me, and that my natural state in the afternoon is siesta. But instead of napping today (yet) I donned my Nikes and hit the bike path to do a 1.75 mile run.
The nature of a "recovery run" is to give your body a chance to recuperate from more intense workouts while not losing the limberness and momentum you've gathered by spending too many days in a row sitting still. You're supposed to run at a more moderate pace, relaxed, not pushing too hard. So of course I ran faster than my usual and at my weakest time of day, and I felt it.
I will admit to some emotional turmoil that I think propelled me forward instead of allowing me the luxury of a mellow run. This morning while walking the dog I discovered an injured rabbit along the path by the Davis Pond. It had obviously been someone's pet, and I don't know how it came to be outside unattended like it was. I don't want to speculate. I ended up calling animal control to come collect it and then (because the wait for someone from AC would likely be very long) having to leave it there and hope that no birds of prey or random loose dogs came across it before they could retrieve it. I have an aversion to rabbits (another story for another day) that prevented me from rescuing it myself, and so I did the best I think I could for it given the circumstances, but the whole incident left me a little upset.
But I digress. Anyhow, after completing the 1.75 miles that were required for the run today, and because I was feeling the stress and the extra radiation from the sun, I decided to quit and cool down on the way home. I walked a quarter mile before realizing that I still have half a mile left to get home... and I didn't want to spend all that time walking so I said "fuck it," and ran the last half mile to Tiber faster than I'd done the first 1.75 miles.
Does that count as intervals?
I'm tempted to be bewildered by my own behavior, but hey, I got outside today. I'm going to call it a win.