I (re)started Camp Gladiator bootcamp on Wednesday at 5:45 a.m. I hadn’t been to a bootcamp since before the holidays when Elise and Maly had pneumonia and Mara and I also had our little bouts with illness. And then the holidays happened. And then the Jeep had some issues. So it’s been the better part of two months since I’d been to CG.
My plan was to return and take it easy. That didn’t really happen because invariably there’s a competitive/partner component. For example, we partnered up with another person and, while one person is running sprints, the other is holding a plank or performing mountain climbers. So you don’t want to leave your partner there suffering.
While I wasn’t very sore, I could still tell that I’d worked out yesterday when the alarm went off at 4:44 this morning.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I take Mara to school, so those are usually my shorter run days. I was out the door by 5:45 and headed out on a 4-something-mile route.
I kind of wanted to listen to some music, which I rarely do these days, but my Mighty wasn’t charged. I couldn’t tell you the last time I ran with a phone, but I looked at my phone and decided I wanted to listen to my friend Christian’s podcast this morning. So I took my phone, turned on the podcast and hit the road.
I went out and threw any notion of pace up into the air. I just took in the cool, misty air and just headed out. I ran exactly how I felt… I little sore, but happy and blessed to be out and have the streets pretty much to myself. I zoned out, listened to my podcast, took in the sights and just dug in.
It was a good run. I like to think that there are many more around the corner.