I don’t even know where I left off with my logs. I know I told you about the trail race last week. Since I’ve backed off from real training, I’ve been running mostly 5 days a week and 44-45 miles per week. (The week I raced I did 48.5 miles in 6 days). I am definitely enjoying not having to find time to run two days a week and my body is feeling way better.
That’s not to say I feel awesome and happy with the situation all the time, of course. Before the break I was right back where I wanted to be with my weight, but since I’ve put a couple of pounds back on. I knew it would happen and it’s probably for the best; I’m sure it makes my nursing body happier not to be so lean. It still stinks to take a step backwards in this regard, but I’m working on being at peace about it, knowing it’s for the greater good.
It’s also the peak of the fall racing season. Surprisingly, I haven’t felt myself feeling very jealous of all the PR race reports or angsty that I’m not out there going after my own. I’m just not feeling it right now and I actually feel deep down that the fire in my belly will return in due time if I just let go right now.
Last week was fairly typical of this last month. Here’s what I did:
Mon: off. I go to gym and swim with the baby and don’t sweat trying to squeeze in some miles somewhere else in the day.
Tue: 9 easy on trails, some with my friend James.
Wed: 8 easy on the treadmill. Was really tired. 8:28 average.
Thu: off. Busy day.
Fri: 10 mile with first 8 progressive. Started slower than 9:00 pace and ended at 6:15 pace. Then 2 miles easy.
Sat: 5 averaging 8:08 on the basement treadmill during nap time.
Sun: 12 with no watch. Ran with the running club and ran some miles with one friend, some with another and then the rest with another. It was fun!