Monday 7 miler- I was slow to motivate, but eventually got my ass off the couch and really enjoyed my 7 miles. I pre-gamed with cracklin oat bran, strawberries and coffee. Perfect amount of food! It was sunny and cool, perfect for running. My time was 9.30 splits which I was STOKED about. I did not make it to yoga as I had some work to do from home but I did do a lot of stretching.
Tuesday Rest Day- Unintentional rest day. My plan was to run at work and unfortunately this just did not happen for me. This is a very busy time of year for me at work and things just took longer than anticipated, so I skipped my run since it was dark and late when I was I leaving work.
Wednesday 3 miler- I had to work late AGAIN. And KC, the amazing husband he is was meeting me at work to help with some technical issues I was having. My meeting ran late and KC was on his way to meet me. I debated skipping my run and called KC all conflicted and he told me to go and he would wait for me. I was stressed, angry and in a hurry. So I ran my fastest in FOREVER, maybe even ever for this distance. In high school I could easily run one or 2 miles sub 8 min/ mile but I have not tried to do that in a long time and back then I never really tried to run more than 2 miles. KC was patient with me and my lack of computer skills. Came home to find the meat I took out of the freezer had spoiled. I was irrationally upset about this and KC took me out to dinner down the street. It was glorious. I had red wine and a steak wrap. I left some of the sweet potato fries behind which I consider a win.
Thursday 4 miler- I had to be at work early, and I had ran after 5 PM the night before so I decided I would run at lunch.I wore my running clothes to work which always delights my co-workers. Today was especially adorbz since it was St. Paddy’s day themed. I was pleased with my time! It was really nice out so I wore shorts which was a win. I cooled down with a walk to Cumby’s and truly enjoyed my ice coffee! I ended up working quite late and arrived home hangry and grumpy. I had to stop at the store to get sauce for the zoodles and turkey that KC was making and I was beyond annoyed at this. I know it bothered me because I had not eaten for a good 8 hours, so I owned up to this and tolf KC not to be offended by my anger.
Friday Rest day. I took Sadie for a longer stroll this morning because I had time and because of the guilt I feel for bringing her to doggy day care. Work was CRAZY, again. Work wife and I cut out early so that we could get tacos and margs at a local Mexican restaurant. It was definitely the best decision of the week.
KC and I headed up north for a romantic weekend away. We had won a 2 night stay at a condo that was set to expire at the end of the month so we had to go pretty much. The condo was gorgeous with an awesome view! We arrived after 6 PM, so we headed out for dinner after dropping our bags off. We went to bed early so I could get up for my long run on Saturday. I slept poorly. I was really anxious about my 15 miler. I tossed and turned a lot.
15 miler 6 miler- I woke up before 7 and began hydrating and watching the weather. It was 16 degrees out where we were in the mountains. KC woke up around 8:15 AM and I rushed him out of the condo for breakfast as I was anxious to get my run started.
We went to a cute little country store that also had a deli counter. I got a coffee with 2 shots of espresso and an English muffin with butter. KC ordered one breakfast sandwich but they brought him 2! It took all the restraint in the world for me not to eat that! After breakfast I stretched a bit and was really dragging my feet to start my run. My plan was to stay on the main road since all of the side roads were very hilly and a few were marked private. The run started out fine. The speed limit on the road was 50 MPH but there was a decent sized breakdown lane. I turned down one side street and ran up 2 hills, when I reached the third I turned back around and back out to the main road. The views were truly stunning, mountains and little estuaries all around. The sky so blue and barely any clouds in sight. As I made my way back to the main road I noticed the break down lane getting smaller, smaller, non-existent. There was also a guardrail right next to me so I could not easily jump out of the way of an on-coming car. The lane of on coming traffic alternated between 1 lane and 2 lanes with a passing lane. A car saw me running and moved to the inside lane to give me space- wicked nice. Unfortunately, there was a car in that inside lane that was traveling faster who moved to the outside lane to pass my new BFFL and nearly hit me. It was terrifying. I crossed the street and reversed directions and ran to a calmer side street. I ran up another hill and now was sweating and panicking a bit. I called KC in a frenzy saying I was dressed too warmly, there are too many cars, too many hills and I didn’t know what to do. I asked him to grab my long sleeve neon running shirt and come and meet me. I ran a good mile waiting for KC. When he got to me he reported that he had drove to my location, realized he forgot the shirt, drove back. When I saw his car I knew I was done for the day. I was so upset with myself. “I’m such a loser. Why is this so hard for me?” I said to KC. “You’re amazing, honey! Seriously you are an inspiration, I mean it.” KC drove around looking for a safer space for me to run. I was pissy, but so appreciative to have such a supportive husband.
We headed back to the condo and decided to go for a hike instead. I actually called my mom and dad because I needed more reassurance that I was not some failure who gave up on life. Both echoed KC’s sentiments that it is better to be safe than sorry and how much I had already achieved in training. KC and I had an awesome rest of the day full of tasting beers and eating delicious treats. KC and I were both worried I would let my “failed” run ruin my day- as I do tend to think like that.
Sunday, 15 miler- KC and I slept in which was well deserved and much needed. We got up around 8:30 AM, packed up, finished the bottle of champagne we brought, got breakfast and some cupcakes for the road. I decided I would do my 15 miler today so I would not deviate too far from the training schedule. Before picking Sadie up from doggy daycare wemapped out a 15 mile loop. Driving the loop first made me more anxious. “Wow this is fucking hilly!” came out of my mouth a lot. I suited up and went off listening to a boring ass podcast. As I approached a scenic vista around mile 6, I decided to take a picture. I would learn to regret this decision as my phone died due to cold-ness at this time.
I was pissed. I still had 9 miles left and no friggin music? I couldn’t even call KC to pick me up. Then I started to worry “OMG what if something terrible happens to me and no one can find me cause my phone is dead? Then I thought how the hell did people train for marathons before cell phones and GPS tracking? Like- seriously. How did they know how many miles they ran? Did they use an actual map? What did they think about on these long runs? I wonder what kind of shoes they were running in? I bet they go lots of blisters… OOO that street has a cool name maybe I will go down there- no wait, stick to the route so if I do die KC will know which streets to look for my carcass. I wonder if I stick my phone in my sports bra if the body heat will restore the phone. Can’t hurt. Ok so back to thoughts of early marathoners- what was the sports bra situation like? I bet they wore like 3 reg bras and a tank top. Dudes are so lucky. I wonder if people ran together back then. I should prob find some running friends so I would never worry about getting injured on a run again.” My thoughts continued like this for 2 miles. After warming my phone in my sports bra it magically worked again. I hit play on my podcast through my apple watch and restarted mapmyrun which has kept track of my miles, my time was just all wonky. Mile 10 I decided to walk a bit to get some water, as I need to start fueling better during these long runs as rehearsal for the marathon. Trying to run again after my walk break was awful. Th next 4.5 miles were not my fastest. Mile 12 I ate a protein bar while running and choked a little. I called KC when I got to mile 14. I was cold, sore and tired. I ran until he came to pick me up. I was SO SORE getting out of the car. I stretched and made KC order me a pizza. I stretched a lot, foam rolled and ice and elevated. I ate 3 slices of pizza, 1 maple bacon cupcake and 2 glasses of wine. I slept unbelievably well.
To sum it up- I did not follow through on all my goals from last week. I had some really high moments like my PR with the 3 miler and really low moments like needing to call KC twice to get me on my runs. I happy that I did get my long run in. I have not run more than 13 miles since I trained for a marathon back in 2007 so that is a big deal. I need to be gentler on myself while still holding myself accountable which is easier said than done…