Another strong week of quality workouts, though my cold hung on enough to make for some epic snot rockets through Saturday. I have found a new gear, and it feels so damn good.
Sunday: Rest day/dog walk
Monday: 8 miles, easy pace stroller/dog run. Happy dog, napping child, happy Mom. Good times.
Tuesday: 10 miles, treadmill workout. Warm up: 3 miles, 7-mile ladder: times varying between 6:40 down to 6:00 and back up to 6:40. SWEAT machine. Holy hell. No time to shower before picking up Alora from preschool, then running a bunch of errands before redoing the PTA board at my son’s school. Sometimes, I really wonder what the hell people think about me. I’m so often showing up places with a wet, stringy messy bun and running clothes on sans makeup…
Wednesday: 5 miles (8:26 pace) Talk about a beautiful day for a run: sunny, 55 degrees, sparkly lake and the contrasting blinding blue sky, the deep forest green of the pines, and the ashy lime green of all the moss and lichens. Alora fell asleep in the stroller, the dog ran off leash today and did SO well staying with me. The quiet, besides the calls of birds, and the beauty of the nature flowing by distilled into one of those runs where I was totally and completely content and in the moment, wishing for nothing more than what I was experiencing right then and there. Peaceful.
Thursday: 8.5 miles, treadmill workout. Warm up 2-miles; 6-mile cut-down: 7:30, 7:18, 7:08, 6:58, 6:48, 6:40; Cool-down 1/2-mile. Really good workout today, sweat was flowing, and the heavier breathing made me hack up some residual gunk left over from last week’s sickness.
Friday: 7 miles (8:25 pace with 4 strides), treadmill. Had outdoor plans, but it’s been a monsoon/hurricane today so the ‘mill and “Curb Your Enthusiasm” won. Hooray for the upcoming weekend!
Saturday: 15 miles (7:58 pace), cut-down miles 12-15// 7:14, 6:56, 6:37, 6:34. Up at 4:30am to meet running dad and my friend Kate for a pitch-black run. The miles flew by, until mile 10 when it started to pour sheets of rain with big, clumpy snowflakes mixed in. Luckily, that coincided with the cut-down miles. Before I knew it my legs clicked into a smooth gear and I flew. Total Flow. Total Zen. Breathing calm and in control. Form felt effortless. BAM. Went from there to the salon for a haircut, FINALLY. Took off six inches or so. That should shave a few seconds off my pace too, right? Ha.
Weekly total: 53.5