Anger and irritation fueled that run

I was quite irritated with my family yesterday afternoon. Off the top of my head, I don't even remember why, though I think part of it was because of my kid's whining about having to vacuum. She hardly does any chores, and vacuuming takes her all of 20 minutes because she does it about as well as my husband, which is to say, not well.

Anyway, I decided rather than be angry and eat, and I would lace up my shoes and run. Because I wanted to clear my head and not have my run be interrupted by several pee breaks and one poop break, I left Bailey at home. Turned out to be a good decision.

I did the first usual .6 miles in 5:52. I am pleased with anything around 6 minutes. In fact, keeping it to around 6:30 would be just fine, so it was a good start. Rather than turn around, I decided to run the rest of the short distance up the hill to where the street ends, and then to head down a long, somewhat steep hill, a hill I had not run down in years. I ran backwards for about half of it, because running down steep hills hurts my knees. When I got near the bottom, I started running the "right way," and then ran on the next street. That street starts off flat for a couple tenths of a mile, but then it becomes a little hilly. The last tenth or so of a mile is ridiculously steep; I pretty much feel as if my heart and/or lungs are going to burst of out my chest. At one point, I took a 6-second pulse count, and I pretty much stopped to do it, so that helped.

I got back on my usual street, and then kept going past my street, down the hill, again, running backwards for a bit. I turned up a dead-end street, which is pretty hilly, and again took another pulse rate for 6 seconds, but I kept moving. When I got back onto my usual street, which contained another big hill to reach my street, I again took a 6-second pulse count, and pretty much stopped while doing that. I made it up our street, and then continued to the end of it. I ended up running in the field for some amount of time, until I had nearly hit 40 minutes. Then I ran back up and down my street a few times, and called it a darn good run when I had gone just over 40 minutes.

I am guessing I ran about 4 miles, since I tend to run about a 10-minute mile. It might have been a little less, but, still, I am quite pleased. It has been quite awhile since I ran for that long, and without any real breaks, like my usual Bailey timeout for her to do her business  and then another respite to drop her off, wipe off my sweat, and gulp some water.

After I got back and gulped some water, I got Bailey, and took her on our usual 1.2-mile walk.

Then I came home and was beat! And too tired to lift weights. But today I did take Bailey on a long walk, so there is that. And I am still sore.