After 18 weeks of training the marathon was here! When I started training I imagined myself crossing the finish line in tiny spandex shorts and a sport bra, because I would be so fit from all the running. This is not quite what happened but I am beyond stoked and proud none the less! Saturday
So here I am beginning my taper. I remember reading about this and looking forward to running fewer miles. Now that it is here I am feeling anxious and hangry. What is I lose my fitness level the next three weeks? What if I continue to eat like I am running 20 miles a day?
Hello! How are you all doing? I am great. I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I am 15 weeks into my training somehow. A big part of me is disappointed that I am not 30 lbs lighter as I had secretly hoped I would lose 2 lbs per week
Why hello! How are you? I am ok-I have been a terrible blogger. Life gets in the way every now and again. So I shall do a quick re-cap here. Luckily, since I am essentially from 80’s I keep a planner where I keep track of my workouts and make crazy notes. Week 11- This
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
Monday, Cross-Training: I slept okay but not great as I felt sickly through out the night. I decided to take Sadie to the woods versus walking her on leash. It was a great idea. I was able to leisurely walk and Sadie had a ball. She was so puppy like, sprinting about. She was climbing,
Monday. 3 Miler: Today the plan was a 3 miler which I executed beautifully. After the run I went to the gym for 45 minutes of strength training and an hour and a half of yoga. I skipped strength training yesterday to eat and drink; so I did all the things. It felt good to
Monday. Cross-Train: I stayed up way too late eating PB m&ms and watching true crime shows on Sunday. When my alarm went off at 6:00 AM, I opted to sleep for another hour. I had appointments all day long, so I packed a gym bag so I could hit the gym on my way home.
Monday. 5 miler 6 Miler: So it was really cold again. And I was all bloated from 3 days of drinking copiously and eating ALL the things. Motivation was hard to find, but eventually I did find it. I set off for my 5 miler right around noon. It was a balmy 17 degrees by this
I pulled the scale out of the closet- where KC hides it from me. I stripped down after a decent 3 miler to see how much I weighed. I had not weighed myself in about 2 weeks and was sure the amount would be lower. Especially since the last time I weighed myself it was
