Week # 13 is in the books – just 6 weeks until the Chicago Marathon!
I ended up having to miss some of my scheduled workouts last week, but this week I was bound and determined to not only hit all of my prescribed workouts, but to also bump it up a notch so I could get to 70 miles for the week. I don’t know why, but that level of training has always been a sweet spot for me, so I always strive to get there if I can.
Monday is my rest day. My right shoulder is still cranky, so no arm weights again this week (stupid softball).
Tuesday I did mile repeats at 6:58 pace. It was warm and humid and painful, but I got the workout done. 68 minutes with 3×1 mile repeats; .25 recovery and 4 strides. 8.5 miles / 8:03 average pace.
Wednesday I ran nice and easy. 80 minutes / 9.15 miles / 8:52 pace.
Thursday I was back at it with intervals. This time it was 12 x .25 with .25 recoveries. 73 minutes / 9 miles / 8:06 average pace.
Friday I was scheduled to run 60 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the evening. We had family coming into town, however, so I did as much as I could in the morning before a work meeting. 85 minutes / 9.5 miles / 8:58 pace.
Saturday we got up to run a 5k. My son really wanted to break 19 minutes in the 5k, so we decided to go for it. It was warm and humid, but hey, why not give it a shot? I did a 3 mile warm up, then ran with my youngest son during the race. We ended up running 22:58, which is the best he’s logged in a while. So fun! My oldest son didn’t quite break 19 minutes, but he came close and ran another PR (19:17). We got poured on during and after the race, so I went home, changed and then did my scheduled workout. 62 minutes / 7.1 miles / 8:48 pace.
Sunday was brutal. I stayed up too late watching college football with family and had one (or two) many adult beverages. It was fun last night, not so fun when my alarm went off early. So I made a huge mistake and slept in. It was warm and humid and I did not even get out the door until almost 10:00 am for my long run. By then it was well over 70 degrees and about 90% humidity. By mile 4, I was suffering. By mile 8, I took inventory of the situation: my legs feel okay, I am breathing okay, I am okay. This just seriously sucks. I kept doing shortish loops so I could hit water ever 1.5-2 miles. I got home just before I hit 16 miles. It was 85 degrees, I was tired, soaking wet and chafed like hell. I gave myself 20 minutes to cool down and put on dry clothes. My husband jumped on the bike and said, come on, let’s get you to 70. The man is my hero. I ran the last 5 miles on the trail and he carried water for me so I could stop at the turnaround and replenish. I ended up finishing strong. 3 hours, 2 minutes / 20.6 miles / 8:55 pace. It was brutal and hard and so freaking awesome. I took an ice bath and sipped on a veggie/fruit smoothie. Sweet victory. I have not logged a 70 mile week in almost 2 years, so I am thrilled.
Total: 10 hours and 2 minutes / 70 miles.
Bring it on Chicago. #200