It is the first session of week 10 and it is the first time I get to string together 30 minutes of continuous running.
I think 20 minutes has been the longest thus far and that just doesn't seem like anything to me.
Being able to run 30 minutes continuously now that seems like a start.
So I've been patient for 9 weeks knowing the day would come when I could run uninterrupted for 30 minutes!
But in the meantime, while I've been running and then resting at the prescribed intervals I have also become apprehensive about being able to run for so long. I think I had more confidence about being able to do it 9 weeks ago than this morning.
So when this morning actually came I felt a mix of
anticipation/excitement
and
nervousness/intimidation!
And of course to keep things really interesting I had to throw in a lack of laundry!
Which left me with a running skirt that I bought last fall (before I ended up resting to cure the achilles tendon) and hadn't worn yet.
I bought the skirt, not to look feminine, but to solve ONE problem!
And that one problem is shorts creeping into my crotch and abandoning my thighs to feverish friction.
I actually gathered up the nerve, took a deep breath, and asked the Running Store guy what some solutions to this problem were, while I reassured myself that I can't be the only one with this problem. Gratefully he didn't seem shocked by my question and offered the Running Skirt and biking type shorts as solutions. Well I couldn't fit into any of the biking short options so that left me with a Skirt that did seem to fit.
Well, I just have to say that based on this morning's experience,
the Running Skirt is NOT a good option for this problem.
It did seem to hide the problem from the public's view, which is a good thing,
but I still suffered albeit privately,
unless you were the lucky one to drive by while I was digging and retrieving the under shorts. Sorry!
Boy am I glad I didn't wear these for the first time on Race Day.
This morning I fluctuated between being grateful for the run
... to feeling like I couldn't get home soon enough so that I could stop the sand paper action going on between my thighs.
So it is back to capri like pants for me. They have to be longer than my knees or the creepy action just gets going. I've tried long shorts and they're just not long enough. Perhaps if I lose the weight I'd like to I won't have this problem some day but until then it will be me and the capri's.
