Day NINE and TEN!

These past two days have been overwhelmingly busy and left me barely able to fit in running, let alone blog about it to my lovely readers who exist only in my mind.

One of the oddest problems Jake has experienced since starting this is itchy legs. His legs get itchy, when we run. When we run, his legs get itchy.

And this was before I led him through the patch of poison oak.

Weird right? So believe it or not, this isn't an uncommon issue. Hence my itch for knowledge on the topic. 

Christine Luff from About.com had this answer to scratch with:

"The most common cause of itchy legs is actually because of what's happening inside the skin, not on it. When we exercise, the millions of tiny capillaries and arteries inside our muscles expand rapidly because of the demand for more blood. If we're fit, these capillaries remain open allowing maximum blood passage, but, when unfit and inactive, they tend to collapse, allowing only minimal blood passage (which, by the way, is fine for a sedentary person). The expansion of the capillaries causes adjacent nerves to send impulses to the brain, which then reads the sensation as an itch." (More info here!)

As far as I go, I've simply found that I get uninterested very quickly. This is why the route we take does not go in circles, because after one rotation I'm dizzy of the running. 

After getting through ten days, I've noticed I'll probably soon also get dizzy of constantly thinking marathon, marathon, long aching unattainable marathon.

Which is why I have decided to set small goals along the way. 

The big goal is still going to be all 26.2 miles in March, but for now I am going to follow a training plan for a 5k. And then I'll train for a 10k, then a Half Marathon, then a mile run-- just kidding- I just wanted to know if you're paying attention, imaginary readers.

So, training plan for a 5k consists of Distance Days, Kill Me Days, and... *cue harmonious trumpets* Rest Days. 

Essentially, I'll have three Distance Days, where we run, you know, far. 

Three Kill Me Days, where I die from running from slow to fast to medium to fast, etc. 

And rest days. Where I eat peanut butter cups and caramelize sugar atop creme brulees. 

Tomorrow shall be a Kill Me day. Because it sounds like a good way to introduce Jake to the new plan. 

Along with work and a fun partayyyyy, we'll also have an interesting time with scheduling. So wish me luck. :D

Gotta Run,

Brooke