It’s my birthday week, and I made it to my goal of not eating desserts/candy or drinking alcohol from New Year’s until February 6. Had drinks, oysters, and cheesecake for my birthday meal out and my body felt like it went into shock. My husband told me I was like an Amish kid that came off the farm- ha! I am going back to watching sugar/alcohol again (though not a total prohibition of either), because I undeniably felt so much better doing so. Sigh.
Sunday: 3 miles with the dog, recovery pace. After my long run yesterday, I went directly to the salon to get my hair done, and sat for three hours, followed by more sitting because we had friends over for the afternoon/evening. I needed to stretch out today rather than totally rest. Great idea- my muscles felt so much better afterward.
Monday: 6 miles (8:41 pace) with 6 strides, dog and stroller, sunny run.
Tuesday: 10 miles, tempo. 3-miles warm up, 6-miles @6:48 pace, 1-mile cool down. Was planning on doing my usual treadmill thing today, but my coach, Lonn, and friend Terri were available to meet up to run by the lake. We warmed up together, then Lonn and I took off (he jumped on his Elliptigo after a mile or so). I felt pretty good, but the damn cold is lingering as a ton of stocky phlegm, so I was snot-rocketing and spitting and trying to cough the whole way. I am reading Matt Fitzgerald’s “How Bad do You Want It?” about increasing mental toughness, and I seriously almost gave up the last 1.5 as I felt like I was going to choke on the sticky crap in my airway. But I didn’t. Ended up doing the six miles at my half-marathon-goal pace minus three seconds, without my treadmill crutch. Whew.
Wednesday: Treadmill 5 miles (9:00 pace). I continue to cough up crap. I just want to be able to breathe again…
Thursday: Treadmill workout 9 miles. Warm up: 3 miles, 5 x 1-mile @6:30 with 2-minute walk between each, cool down: 1 mile. Hell to the YEAH. I can breathe! Great workout- major endorphins afterward.
Friday: 6 miles (9:00 pace with 6 strides) with the dog, daughter in the stroller, and my son on his bike. So doing strides pushing the stroller, with my son yelling “Fartleks!!” and the dog racing along with joy streaming out of him is actually a blast. I’m sure the people I went flying by had a good laugh.
Saturday: 17 miles (8:03 first 8.5, 7:23 second 8.5) Birthday run, up at 4:00am to meet some friends to run in the dark, misty-fog, on a rolling hilly out-and-back. Left hamstring felt pretty tweaky. My mom came to get the kids so my husband and I could go see “The Book of Mormon” which is in town for the weekend (hilarious and completely inappropriate). Followed that with a delicious dinner and cheesecake. 37 isn’t looking too bad.
Weekly total: 56 miles