
I’ve turned into a stickler for running/workout schedules.
Too bad, because this was the perfect morning to run.
I was never this inflexible. I used to be the girl who would pack a suitcase and take off on a trip in less than an hour. Drop all plans to do something spontaneous. What happened?
I suppose part of this sticking to a running routine is a result of past overuse injuries, such as hamstring tendonitis a few years ago, which left me out of my running shoes for a month.
Part of this is due to training, too. When I trained only for running races, I could run on whatever day I wanted. I ran four or five days a week, but the days didn’t really matter as long as I fit in the run.
Now that I’ve added triathlon training, I need to squeeze in swimming and cycling, too. If I run on a day I should be doing something else, or on a rest day, then I either have to give up the bike or pool or double up on workouts; I don’t want to do the former, and I don’t have time to do the latter.
This morning I woke to a gorgeous running day. Blustery, windy, cool, misty. The PERFECT day for a run. But I’d run two days in a row, and I knew my muscles needed a rest. I considered a bike ride, but, again, wanted my hamstrings to have a cooling off day.
So I opted for indoor pilates and yoga instead.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy those two activities; I actually love them.
Still, there’s something about lacing up when it is a certain temperature, when there is a certain feel in the air, that I just can’t get from doing exercises inside.
Today is rest day. I stuck to it, although, I’ll admit, hesitantly.
Do you stick to your rest day schedule, or, if the perfect running day comes along, do you chuck the schedule out the window and, shall I say, run with it?








