Molasses Training Log – 11.8.2015

Geez, it’s been awhile since I posted a training log, eh? That’s what the guilt of not training will do to you, I guess. If I don’t admit I didn’t do much, it’s like I did stuff. Right?

Yea I didn’t really think so either.

Okay so I ran a few intervals during the last week of October and did two more Iron Strength workouts. I can finish all the reps now! But I can’tย wont do the burpees all at once because it makes me think I must surely be dying, so instead I spread them through the workout in sets of 10 each between some of the other moves.

I’ve done a few short runs since my last training log near the end of October, but not really anything to write home about. I’ll write about it anyway, just because Salty and the crew have been gracious enough to give me a place to put it.

Sunday (11/1) – 8 miles in the ‘hood with the fast girl. 8:52 again. I’m seeing a pattern.

Monday (11/2) – Iron Strength for Runners, and check this out I even did the advanced number of reps on the jump squats! That’s eight freaking sets of 15 jump squats! Huh, that’s kind of miserable feeling.

Tuesday (11/3) – Did some intervals, but missed my target paces. To be fair, I’m not in shape to qualify for Boston but I’m aiming for the BQ training paces, so it’s not a surprise that they’re a little out of reach. Another note is that the times on my stopwatch were actually faster than the times RunKeeper recorded for me, but since I didn’t write down the numbers and I can’t remember anything when I run, I’m using the RK times. Last note – I don’t think you’re supposed to do intervals with a goal pace on hills, but there are no flat spots in my neighborhood longer than 50 yards and I was too lazy to drive to the track, so…
1200: goal time 5:10, actual time 5:47
1000: goal timeย 4:16, actual time 4:45
800: goal time 3:23, actual time 3:58
600: goal time 2:31, actual time 2:59
400: goal time 1:39, actual time 1:50

I slacked off Wednesday and Thursday, and on Thursday evening I wore flip flops to my 16 year old son’s soccer practice. On the way to the car someone threw a ball at him and he stepped backwards right onto my foot with his cleat. He weighs more than I do. I was convinced it was broken. It was not, I just left my big girl panties at home that day (and for the next couple of days over which I was also convinced it was broken).

Saturday (11/7) – slowest 8 miles of my life! Fast girl wasn’t with me, and I was listening to a book on tape, and my foot hurt, and wah wah wah. Anyway, averaged a 10:40 pace. WTH.

I’m done with this week. I don’t feel strong, or accomplished, but that’s okay because you know what? MY FOOT IS NOT BROKEN and MY HOUSE DID NOT GET FLOODED (oh yea did you watch the news? All of central Texas was under water around Halloween) and I’VE GOT A BRAND NEW WEEK IN FRONT OF ME! So there, in-your-face to the part of me who wants to sit around and find reasons not to run. This is not the place in my training cycle for that. HA.

A 30-something runner striving to hit that ever-elusive BQ. Mother of two young teens, fan of fantasy/fiction/sci-fi (<-read: geek), with a fascination for tortoises and a love of the outdoors.

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