Oh hey there. What day is it? Wednesday? I usually try to do these posts Sunday or Monday, so … yeah. Where does the time go? Anyway, if you care, last week was awesome. Except it wasn’t.
Monday: 5mi in 49 minutes, 9:49 pace, avg HR = 145. And 3×12 push-ups and abs, 3×1:00 Planks, 2×1:00 wall-sits. Well, the week started well.
Tuesday: 8mi in 1:14, 9:14 pace. Middle miles were are marathon effort (avg HR = 155), which was 9:01 pace. I felt really sluggish before and at the start of this run. My thought is I’m not getting enough of some kind of food (carbs? protein? iron?) So my remedy has been to eat more. Good plan, huh? I figure if I eat more of everything, I’ll get enough of whatever I was missing.
Wednesday: CONGESTION CITY. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever been so congested in my life.
Thursday: Stayed home from work. Tried to drag myself out for a run later in the day. (Damn you, training schedule.) Decided pretty quickly the 5 miles on the schedule wasn’t going to happen. Ended up doing 2.1 in 25 minutes, 11:44 pace, avg HR = 136.
Friday: Went to dinner to celebrate my birthday and made bad food choices.
Saturday: 12 miles in 2:10, 10:52 pace, avg HR = 143. Goal was 13 miles. Realized the error of the previous night’s choices. Went to the beach later in the day though.
Sunday: Hey, I have a gym membership. I actually went! Did about 40 minutes of arms, core, quads and foam roller before I had to get on with my day. Also I weighed myself at the gym before working out and not only have I finally got my weight back down to what it says on my drivers license (so … my weight when I was 21 probably), but I now weigh LESS. Never thought I would see a number that starts with 13_ on the scale. MEANING, at 30 years old, I am as hot or hotter than the almost 21-year-old my husband started dating in 2004. (Well, he would disagree, he likes a little junk in the trunk, so … hey, whatever, I’m probably healthier than I’ve been since the days when I played soccer 5x week in high school.)
Total miles: 27 (goal was 31 for the week)
Total time: 5hr 33min
Beach with my bro, sis-in-law and niece.
- This was the first week where I didn’t get in all the miles accordingly to plan. I still got in the planned number of runs, and my mileage was pretty close, and I made it to week 11 without coming in under the weekly mileage, so I’m not sweating it.
- I am however starting to dread running. Or, not look forward to it as much. I don’t know if it’s the fact that when you follow a plan, there is less spontaneity and it feels like a chore, or because I spend 4 hours/day commuting, so if I run after work, I don’t have time to do much of anything else (including drive to/from a group run, meaning I haven’t been going to many group runs), and that is what is actually wearing me down (the lack of time, and the lack of camaraderie from group runs).
- My new goal is to do some kind of strength work 5 days/week (the days that I don’t have a long run or speed/race pace run), even if it’s just push-ups and core exercises at home. On the days that I don’t do any running, my goal is to make it to the gym for the strength work (either a class or my own thing). My gym recently started offering TRX group classes, but it’s like $160 for 8 sessions. So … not happening any time soon. Anyway, I clearly need to work on this goal.
- 38 days until the Chicago Marathon. Also … I might not be running it with my husband. We might run it separately at our own pace. We have very different approaches to training, I have been a lot more dedicated to running lately (he starts and stops based on if he is registered for a race; I’ve been running 20+ miles/week for the past year), and we will probably have very different paces. And I’m curious how much all of my hard work will pay off on race day. So, I think we’ll each start in our own corrals at our own pace and meet up at the end. He is OK with that. He usually runs alone anyway, so I don’t think it will derail him.