This was supposed to be the highest mileage week I’ve ever done(76). This was supposed to be the big confidence boost, and reminder that I CAN do it. I did so much life prep to get ready for this week and left little unplanned. Life happens though right? I made some decisions and I think they were the right ones, which didn’t leave me with the miles as planned but the confidence isn’t gone.
Wednesday was the first of the two monster days for the week. 16 miles after work, and I chose to do it outside regardless of the weather. It was 30 degrees, windy, and there was some form of precipitation coming down during almost the entire thing. But, I didn’t want to use the treadmill as a crutch for a plethora of reasons. I had a warm-up, 3 sets of a 4 mile block (2.5 work, 1.5 of recovery), and a cool down. The 2 longer intervals were done at T pace and the shorter ones were more true interval paces. I was tired, and cranky and admittedly just gritted my way through this one.
Friday I was tired, and then the spiral started. My car wouldn’t start, not like a dead battery type of thing- I’m talking car crapped out kind of thing. We won’t discuss everything about my car here, but I’m pretty sure most adults know what it’s like. Cars are money pits, and it always happens at the worst time for something to go wrong. This left me with limited transportation, behind at work from missing the time at office Friday, and rushing to figure out what to do. As the day went on, I was more emotional by the minute (I think life in general, not just the car). I made the call not to run. I didn’t want to run, I didn’t think it would help and I actually think putting my body through it even for a short time would have done more harm to my system.
I finally broke down, but Brian did his thing and had me laughing on the phone and excited to go to dinner with 6 of our friends that night. Shower + some cute clothes = I felt 100x better. I had wine, and great food and we all laughed while sharing stories around the table. I check my phone more compulsively lately because of my sister being so close to baby time, so I peeked at my phone while laughing and sipping my drink. Which then led to me abruptly getting up and running outside to make a call after finding out in a text that my Aunt had a massive stroke and doctors gave her 1-3 days. Good Friday, you weren’t so good.
Saturday was spent catching up on work at office, and then the rest of the day was car shopping. I never realized how much time you actually spend at a car dealer. By the time we got home, running didn’t make sense and I honestly still didn’t have the motivation to get out there.
Coach had told me to make Sunday’s long run easy pace instead of adding in the MP miles, but I woke up feeling decent. I asked if I could try the workout in the long run if I felt good. Yes, of course. Two rest days weren’t the worst thing for my body, but mentally I HATED that I couldn’t handle the big week I was expecting to do. I of course worried I derailed myself for Boston- good old peak training and pre-taper emotions going on y’all. 2 days off will NOT kill you.
So on Sunday I ran to Easter dinner- the long way and the hilly way. I ran in the sunshine by the water, and I nailed the run (6:38 avg for the 10 MP miles). 24.29 miles later I was sitting in a driveway with Brian and his parents drinking a beer, sunburned but feeling oh so happy. Funny how those things work out.
Monday: 35 minutes treadmill recovery run + 30ish minutes strength training/Yoga
Tuesday: 9 Easy miles outside after work + 15 Minutes Yoga
Wednesday: 16 miles total w/ 3 x (1600-1200-800-400) + Yoga
Thursday: 6.2 treadmill recovery miles + Yoga
Sunday: 24.29 mile long run (with 10 miles at MP mixed in-alternating with easy miles)
Week Totals: 59.9 miles + 1 strength/3 yoga sessions
Beers Drank: Guinness
Boston Training Mileage to Date: 665.9 (55.49 avg. miles per week)
This coming week is last hard week before a 2 week taper. Everything is sort of tentative because my Aunt is a feisty Russian holding on for her life, and my sister could bring new life in at any moment- family will always come first. If all goes as planned though, I’ll be running Syracuse Half Marathon on Sunday as a marathon workout and my last long effort before the big day.
Also…#OrangeNation #GoCuse! Both Men’s and women’s teams are in the Final Four! That was a bright spot this week.