Friday I was supposed to get in my 5 to 6 mile tempo run. For various reasons, it never happened. So Saturday I gave it a go and the gods showed their displeasure at my procrastination by first raining on me and then pelting me with hail. Lots and lots of hail, each the size of an M&M. It hurt like a mofo. I ended up having to take shelter under a tree until the worst of it passed. By the time I had completed one loop, I was wet through, super cold and very unhappy so I cut the run short. As soon as I entered the door of the Nerditorium, the rain stopped.
The gods, though angry, still have a sense of humor. But it’s obviously a cruel one.
My 16-mile LSD was supposed to happen on Sunday. Yep, that’s a big old no on that one too. I had plans for a long walk along the Via Appia (the picture above is of the actual Roman paving) with some friends on that day and I knew I wasn’t going to be up for that after running in the morning, so I pushed the LSD to this morning. This required that I wake up a little after 5 am, so as not to shoot the rest of my day straight to unproductive hell.
Bleh. I did it though and with minimal grumbling.
As the Nerditorium is a rather old building, the heating is non-existent so I’ve been freezing for the last few days. What I always forget, however, is that the world outside is never as cold as it is indoors. This is doubly true when I go for a run. But, do I think of this when I suit up as if going for a run in Antarctica?
I wore a long sleeve tech pullover over a short sleeve tech shirt and then topped that off with my fleece vest and long pants. When I was all dressed and ready to go, I took one last look at my outfit and realized my entire ensemble was black. And I was going to be running in the pitch dark for at least an hour and a half.
I’m a smart cookie, aren’t I?
The funny thing is the pullover is marketed as reflective wear but it only has one tiny vertical strip running from between my shoulder blades up to the nape of my neck. Even if I hadn’t been wearing the fleece vest over it, it’s still useless, because my ponytail covers it up. I think I should write to Champion and tell them what reflective gear should actually look like. Their design team is obviously composed of morons. Then again, I did buy it, so who’s the bigger moron, really? Yeah, I thought so.
It seemed a good idea not to listen to my ipod while it was still dark since I needed to be alert for oncoming traffic, muggers and people who might mistake me for one. It was actually quite pleasant listening to the city slowly come alive. On my way past Castel Sant'Angelo and running towards St Peter’s, I crossed paths with another fellow pre-dawn runner. I have a feeling he was a member of the clergy. He wasn’t wearing anything religious, but he’s the only runner here who has ever smiled at me. Italian runners are not very friendly, even less so than the Brits if you can believe that.
I went without my ipod for two hours, until the city was very much wide awake and the sounds were no longer a pleasant distraction but a cacophony of craptasticness. Overall, the run went really well, even though I was a little warm from the multiple layers and my poor planning had me venturing into a pretty sketchy area on the south side of the city (note to self: don’t do that again) and left most of the hilly terrain for the last three miles.
I’m a little sore in the knees and hips, but nothing too bad. My only complaint is that I live on the fourth floor of the Nerditorium and the kitchen and library are both on the first floor. Stairs are not my friends right now. I still need to figure out if the freezers work, because I really should ice down my joints. Sadly (or fortunately—I haven’t figured it out yet) an ice bath is not possible, because all they have here are shower stalls. Eh, I’ll work something out eventually. Hopefully before marathon day rolls around...
Before I end this post, I would like to wish my mother a very happy birthday. She’s spending the day with her mom, who is on the fast track to senility, and her eldest sister who constantly bickers with their mother. Should be fun times. Bet you wish I was there to supply the color commentary, don’t you Mom? Well, you’ll have to settle for a phone call, because that’s all I can swing right now.
Have a great day, Mom. I’ll talk to you soon.
All right, have a great week everyone. I’ll catch up with you later.