What a week. I hit my workouts well, then crashed into a wall caused by some crappy cold virus. Although I feel bad when other people get sick, when I succumb it feels like some sort of personal failure. Ugh. Still a good running week overall.
1/17 Sunday: Rest Day. Took the dog for a 2.5-mile walk in the pouring rain to get the restless legs calmed down.
1/18 Monday: 8 Treadmill miles (workout). Warm up 3-miles @8:45, 4-miles @6:48, 1-mile cool down.
1/19 Tuesday: 5 Treadmill miles (recovery pace with 4 strides at the end). Watched a “Curb Your Enthusiasm” until mile four for the strides, at which point my 3-year-old Alora started hollering at me telling me to get down because I’d been on there too long.
1/20 Wednesday: 10 Treadmill miles (workout). Warm up 3-miles, 6 miles of 2-minutes @6:48/2-minutes @7:24, 1-mile cool down. Between watching several “Curb Your Enthusiasms” and the 2-minutes intervals, this workout was over before I knew it, with only the ocean of sweat surrounding the ‘mill and my drenched pony tail to convince me I’d actually done it. Oh, and the hunger. I am hitting that point in training where I am quite a bit hungrier than normal, but this is the first time I’ve trained where I’m not eating sweets. Directly after my run today, I ate half of a left-over baked sweet potato straight from the fridge. No salt, no pepper, no anything… Normally I would have reached for a couple of the cookies my husband made the other night (which include oatmeal and peanut butter, so really qualify as health food in my book!)
1/21 Thursday: 8 miles (8:23 pace) Met up with my friend, Terri, for a casual run on the Row River Trail. The rain held off and the temperature was a balmy almost 50 degrees. Legs are tired, I am definitely feeling the workouts.
1/22 Friday: 6 miles (9:12 pace) I had a full day planned, starting early with a friend coming over to play with Alora, so I took advantage of the unseasonably warm morning and pushed the stroller and let the dog run. Between the fog, the mossy trees, the roaring river… I kept stopping to take pictures. Later in the afternoon, the cold that I have been denying to acknowledge hit full-force. Stuffed up/runny nose and face, cough, sneezing, watery eyes, no energy. Bleh. I have a 16-miler planned tomorrow, three loops on a 5.5-mile hilly route. I have a feeling it might be a death march. Drinking tea and resting this evening.
1/23 Saturday: 15.62 miles (8:12 pace) The cold/ague/plague whatever has infected me is winning. My 3-year-old woke up n the middle of the night with a croupy cough. We ended up in the shower together with the steam pumping, then slept miserably with the humidifier blasting, my husband in the guest-room. Her temp hovered around 100 all day, and I didn’t take mine because. Well. Zen denial. I met up with running dad and a newer running lady friend for our hilly, country long run in the afternoon. How did it go? Like hell. Snot, burning lungs, out of breath and achy body. I had chills even though it was nearly 60-degrees.
Pimento, seriously, why?? Why do you do these things?
Here’s why: I’ve been working on my mental toughness. I read in an article shared by a very well-respected, famous coach who also happened to sell me my very first pair of running shoes that increasing the training runs you do where you feel miserable will help you withstand misery in a race better. I guess we’ll see about that tomorrow. And on March 5.
Weekly total: 52.62