This week had a lot of firsts for me. First fartlek workout in about 9 months, first time pacing a race, first time participating in a cycling event, and first week at 50 miles in 2012. I had a good week, but the theme of the week seems to be humility.
Monday- 9 miles easy
Tuesday- 7 miles with 5x 2 min on/1 min off in the middle at about 10k effort. Ran about 7:10-15 average with one of the reps under 7:00 pace! Felt controlled, yet humbling.
Wednesday- Easy 6 miles
Thursday- Paced the 9:00 group at the Dublin Irish Festival 5k. My running has been almost exclusively before 9 AM this summer and this race was at 7 PM. It was hot. I had a lot of fun pacing, I think I did a super job, running 8:54, 9:09, 8:54 for a 27:48. Yes, I would have much rather raced, but it was great to see all my teammates and friends. And I was pretty impressed with my mental fortitude. Despite running more than 10 minutes slower than I did at this race in 2011, there was no crying or jealously. Sounds silly, but it is a small victory. One thing was the same as 2011, I finished the night with Paige and Carl at Brazenhead. Thank goodness for teammates.
Friday- Easy 8 miles
Saturday- 47 mile bike ride at Pedal with Pete. Raising money for Cerebral Palsy Research. Rode with my colleague, Sara. We completed our furthest rides ever and got to know each other better too! One *positive* to being forced to run less: more time to try new things. I hate to admit it.
Sunday- Woke up early to watch the Olympic Marathon. Started my run around 9:30 AM. Had a 6 mile tempo at 8:00 pace on tap. I ran 7:47, 7:53, 7:47, 7:27, 7:20, 7:19 and it felt about like marathon pace. My husband rode alongside me on the bike and it made the workout feel a little bit like the glory days from last summer (and the 10+ summers before that).
To be honest, I’m having a pretty tough time mentally with workouts, but not in the usual “oh gosh this hurts, I want to stop” sense. I’m not used to an orthopedic issue (my foot) being the limiting factor. The limting factor has always been lactic acid in my legs or laborious breathing or severe global fatigue. This is frustrating. I’ve been tempted to become prideful and angry and just try to blast the crap out of the last few miles. Other than one track workout a few weeks ago, I’ve been doing a good job reigning in that desire. Ugggggggggh! Here’s to hoping that this really will make me stronger and truly is happening for a reason.