Matt and I ran 70 minutes last night on a paved bike path near our apartment, the furthest we’ve run in a couple of weeks. We’re still getting our legs back after hiking the Colorado Trail in late August/early September. Then we got ghiardia, or at least it finally showed its symptoms, and we didn’t run for several days.
I couldn’t help but notice inner thigh chaffage last night near the end of the run and I attribute it to one of two culprits:
- The second run on my running skirt probably wasn’t smart, but I was out of clean shorts and didn’t want to do laundry. Oh, how I anticipate the day when we can finally have our own washer and dryer without playing the apartment building quarters game with the laundry rooom two floors down.
- Probably more likely, but harder to admit, is that my post-trail celebration food of chips and ice cream have finally caught up to me. We visited friends and family for 2 weeks after hiking, which consisted of splurging at least once a day. Ugh. It still didn’t deter me from having dessert last night.
The 55 minute run today was from the apartment, to Green Lake, and back. I was sluggish and craving coffee the entire run. But, it’s done, and that’s the best part of it. And now I’m sipping my coffee.