Man, this polar vortex stuff can suck it.
This winter has been brutal. Between non-stop freezing cold temps and illness after illness settling into my household, it’s gotten really old. I for one am ready for old man winter to pack it on up and move on along.
My training week started out really rocky, which was really disappointing. This Spring was intended to be a break-out PR season, but it seems like one thing after another and I simply haven’t been able to hit my stride in training. My goal race is a mere 8 weeks away. Eek! Fortunately, the week ended on a high note, so I have not lost all hope. Even if training hasn’t been perfect, I am putting a few notches in my column for continuing to keep at it.
Monday is my rest day.
Tuesday I woke up sore from my long run on Sunday and my head cold was really bad. I.could.not.breathe. I had 55 minutes with .75 mile repeats on the schedule and I knew it was not going to happen. I went into work thinking I’d run after work, but as usual when I do that, I got slammed and had no time. Oh well, I figured I’d run the workout tomorrow and make up a missed easy run over the next 5 runs. Nope.
Wednesday I woke up at 5 am and got ready for my speed workout. I still had a bad head cold, but I was determined to get it done. I got suited up and bam! Whatever cold was circulating in our house slammed me. I suddenly felt so exhausted I could barely move. I decided to lay down for 10 minutes to regroup. THREE hours later, I woke up feeling like hell. Did I mention I am over the sickness and cold thing?
Normally when I miss a run or 2, I try to make up the mileage during the week. I knew that was a bad idea though with the cold I had settling in. I needed to rest and get better, so I decided to close the book on my missed runs and move on.
Thursday I was scheduled for 70 minutes with 7 miles at tempo pace (7:35-7:45). I couldn’t breathe well, but I sucked it up and got it done. 70 minutes / 9 miles / 7:50 average pace.
Friday I ran 30 minutes easy. 3.5 miles / 8:56 pace.
Saturday was my youngest son’s 11th birthday! Where has the time gone? 45 minutes / 5.25 miles / 8:41 pace.
Sunday was my moment of truth. I had 3 hours on deck and it was insanely cold (still) outside. The high of the day was around 4 degrees and with the wind chill, it was not supposed to feel warmer than -9. It took me a LONG time to recover last weekend from my (almost) 18 miler in the frigid temps, so I resigned myself to the fact I’d have to hit the treadmill. Doesn’t that sound fun?
I got it done though. 3 hours / 20.25 miles / 8:54 average pace. I even logged the last 2 minutes at 7:30 pace. Boom! Redemption, baby.
Total = 38 miles – all on the treadmill.