So I may have mentioned one or twenty times that I’m training for my first marathon. I’m 8 weeks into the 18-week Pfitzinger 55 plan, closing in on the halfway mark and trashing my shoes at record pace. This week included some workouts that scared the crud out of me, but I’m super happy to have made it through a painfully hot tempo and my first 20 miler without collapsing into a pit of despair.
Here’s what it looked like:
Monday – 10 miles with 6 miles at tempo (7:30). It was pouring rain, windy and a miserable 35 degrees, so I bumped my tempo up a day and headed to the gym. I figured if I ran it on the mill that it would help me keep an even pace and maybe even zone a little. Yeah, the whole zoning idea was a pipe dream. It was so hot, especially in contrast to the many cold outdoor runs I’d been doing. It was also the first treadmill run in several weeks, so it turned out to be as tough mentally as it was physically.
Tuesday- 7 miles easy. Ran a hilly loop, but took it nice and slow.
Wednesday – 12 mile medium long run (9:00). Another hilly route, out and back. Hungry and tired for this one. Finished feeling defeated, like I had no business running 20 in a few days.
Thursday – “off”. Spent all day at Halloween parties and school stuff for the kids. Got in a core workout by manning the pumpkin bowling station for an hour with a bunch of crazy first graders.
Friday – 20 miles!! (8:45) So the night before, I woke up at 3 a.m. when my husband got home from a shift and I couldn’t go back to sleep. Started to freak out about being too tired to run my first 20 miler, yada yada. Finally fell asleep after 5 am for about an hour, and dreamed about not being able to get the kids to school or start my run or move my arms. Nice. Anyway, it’s amazing what a little coffee and a well-timed raid of the children’s halloween candy can do for the tired and downtrodden. I planned on running 10 miles to a potty/water stop, then turning around for the last 10. So I’m cruising along, aint a nothin gonna break-ah my stride….when what do I spy but two moose (mooses? moosi?) blocking the trail and looking slightly annoyed. Okay then, time to turn around! Had to forgo the water stop and bathroom break, but a little thirst won’t kill me. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for a show down with an ornery moose…
Saturday – 5 mile scoot. My third grader joined me on his scooter for the first few miles and we toured the neighborhood. Then I did the last two miles solo, on very tired legs.
Total – 54 miles