Dandelion Training Log – 7.19.15

Waiting for the tub to fill up. Ice baths hurt so good!

Coming into this week, I was pretty beat up. Evidenced by the fact that after my Sunday long run, I immediately made an appointment for a massage the following day. Now when I say massage, I really mean pummeling. Like with a meat tenderizing mallet outcome. But it was so needed, and I think my legs eventually started speaking to me again. Aside from being a bit gimpy this week, my mind and spirit really took a hit. I faced head on some of the realities of this new life I’m building. It’s hard when your emotions come blazing full throttle – when no amount of support from friends or comfort from mom can make things right. It’s not easy to run repeats when you feel like crawling into bed. The one thing that kept me going was my commitment to my goal and myself. It may sound stupid, but writing the numbers into my training log was a sense of accomplishment and one true proud thing that I could hold onto this week.

Monday – 6 easy. And then the sweet sweet agony of a very small woman yielding her special jedi-like powers over my helpless limbs. And then an ice bath. Oh lordy did that feel delicious!

Tuesday- OFF. As recommended by my massage lady, because I was having trouble not being sore.

This is the incredible Ge-NO!!!! Don’t let her cute little face fool you. I just found her eating another roll of toilet paper.

Wednesday- 3 easy miles in the AM with the XC team and puppy Geno. (her stage name is Ge-NO! … guess why…). Later in the day I did 10 with 6 * mile in the 640s.

Thursday – 7 miles. Possibly the slowest miles I have ever run. Not kidding. At no point did I hit single digit pace and I’m pretty sure I could have walked faster.

Friday – 10 miles with 9 at marathon pace – thanks to some confidence from a Salty reader last week, I’m upping these by about 10-15 seconds per mile. Feeling good so far… but a test field of ONE isn’t super valid.

A little bit of recovery post long run.

Saturday- 6 miles. Its hot here in the south. Hot and disgusting and soupy and did I say disgusting? So today I ran to the pool, ran in the pool and then ran home.

Sunday – 20 miles. Yikes. Thanks to a good friend for running the first chunk, but you know that when you are only an hour in and your shoes are squishy and your shirt is dripping, its going to be a long (pun intended) run. But I got it done. And I didn’t keel over. And I haven’t even felt the overwhelming urge to A: eat the rest of the pan of brownies sitting on my counter or B: dive onto the couch for a nap. That’s called #winning.

Total: 62 miles.

I’m a transplanted Pennsylvanian who is now running south of the Mason Dixon. I am peeling away my triathlete costume to reveal the single sport athlete who has been jonesing to fly again, by training for my first marathon in about a decade. I always bring dessert to parties, I schedule my fall life around football, I've climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro and run miles on 5 continents. I’m hoping my Garmin will help me to navigate life's newest twists and turns and that you will come along on this adventure!

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  1. Great training week! I hope your training will help you work through the emotions of your week and keep you feeling strong and proud that you are doing something for yourself. I ran my first marathon the year that I separated from my then-husband and I needed all of those miles to process my emotions and lay off the negative energy.


    1. thanks for the comment! it has been such an incredibly positive feeling to hear from others who have gone through a separation and been ok, or most times even better. it really does help to have a positive string, something that I can control, going thru this.

  2. Dandelion: Many years ago my then-husband broke the news to me that he loved another woman–and I was six months pregnant. Needless to say, my world fell apart. Running and the friends I’d made through running saved me. There were many highs and lows, but being able to use this sport made me realize I had value. Eventually I survived, as a single mother and compassionate friend, and found a new life. It takes time, day by day, but for me, being able to move, to be outdoors, to step outside the craziness of other people, were key. Not to push my book, but my journey might give you some support (“First Friends: Love, Loss and Life in Humboldt County”), which was highlighted last week on FB by Salty Running.

  3. Great training week and thank you for sharing your story with us all. I love what you wrote: “writing the numbers into my training log was a sense of accomplishment and one true proud thing that I could hold onto this week.”

    This is so true. I have found that this may just be one of the primary reasons I run.