Ran a little over 2.5 miles tonight..my lungs were saying yes go longer, my legs were saying..STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish my legs and my lungs would be on the same page. I couldn’t find my HRM so I have no idea what my HR was. Why is it that 1/2 your body is happy and the other 1/2 is not. My feet were also a little unhappy. I think I need to set up a meeting with my body parts tomorrow and discuss their behavior… If only it were that easy!
So my HRM, I wore it on Sunday to the race, took it off in the house, now its in the land of the lost. I’m hoping that it returns from its journey soon, because I miss it. (I’ve got an alarm set on it, so hopefully I will hear it tomorrow am). But I was lost without it. It interesting how we get use to something. I wore another watch but it wasn’t the same without monitoring my heart rate.
Well tomorrow is Bikram..everyone pray that the puke parade does not come marching.
Delane,
Is this your first Bikram class? I so miss doing it, but it’s not in the budget currently.
Eh, the legs and lungs just get that way. It might end up being a good thing to do a few runs without HRM and practice listening to your body. But I don’t have a HRM monitor, so what do I know?
Hi D, I can totally feel what ur saying 4 me if it’s not the legs it’s the lungs. They take turns. I was thinking about an HRM do u have to wear that strap on ur chest or is just on ur wrist? So, I have to go google this Bikram class, I am thinking yoga, but not sure. I hope ur HRM alarm goes off pretty loudly tomorrow and u find it.
OMG just read about this style of yoga. Good luck and keep cool..
I’ve been doing Bikram off and on for 3 years now. I has such awesome results but its a real time committement, 90 min. To and fro, its always at least 2 hours out of my day.
Its also not cheap. I try to go weekly if I can. That never seems to work out though.
BTW- you HAVE HAVE HAVE to drink your water before hand. If not the puke parade is a full HS Marching Band!
The term “Puke Parade” is skeery.
Your meeting of your body parts reminds me of what I did the night before my first marathon. I was taking a bath and I swear to god, I had a little chat with all my parts to make sure we were all the same page. The next day it was my calves that started the mutiny…I blame those sneaky bastards for everything…