Monday: Rest Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4 Tuesday: 3 @ 9:21, 1 @ 10:44
Wednesday: 7 Wednesday: 4 @ 10:49, 3 @ 11:38
Thursday: 4 Thursday: Rest
Friday: Rest Friday: Rest
Saturday: 14 Saturday: 4 @ 10:44 + 10 min spin
Sunday: Cross Sunday: 14 @ 11:17 + core and upper body strength
Total: 29 miles Total: 29 miles
I actually feel like I had a pretty solid week of training this week. I kind of impressed myself on Tuesday. I decided to run that 4 as a 3-mile tempo with a 1-mile cooldown. When I first started out I felt kind of stiff. The first mile was 9:47, but then I loosened up and opened up my stride. The second mile was 9:14 and the third was 8:59. That was the fastest 3-mile training run I’ve ever had! Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve EVER put up an 8 as the first number of any mile that wasn’t run during a race.
Wednesday called for 7 miles. Those runs are crazy hard to me, y’all. I’ve always been on my feet a lot in my job, but at the office I’m in now, on them all damn day. I went out for four solo miles at an easy pace, then came home and got Bella for 1.5 then switched out for Harley for the last 1.5. The farmers have been cutting corn in the fields by the road behind my house that I take them on, and all the spilled corn on and alongside the roadway has apparently been drawing lots of wildlife because both dogs were nose to the ground in full-on hound dog mode. I let them lollygag, so the last three of that seven were pretty damn slow, but I was too tired to care. I almost rather welcomed it.
Thursday I did a route inspection at work and spend the majority of the day cramped up in the back of a delivery vehicle. I was beyond stiff by the end of the day. No way was I running anywhere Thursday night. Not that I would have had time anyway. I had to go to KY to pick up my CSA basket now that they’ve resumed pickups for the fall crops. It was 7:30 when I got home, and I was stiff, tired, and starving. Rest day!
Saturday morning I made up Thursday’s missed four miles, keeping it slow and easy because I knew I had 14 coming up the next day. Uneventful run. However, I came home and hopped on the spin bike for what was supposed to be a 30-minute cross session, but remember that knee pain I mentioned a few weeks ago? I could feel that pain every time I pushed the pedal downward with my right leg. (I’m sure there’s a technical term for that motion, but I’m no cyclist, so I don’t know what it is!) So rather than risk anything, I got off the bike at 10 minutes. I still felt it a little bit throughout the day, so I iced it off and on and took one Aleve. D saw me put the ice pack on it Saturday night and, knowing how much grief that knee gave me two years ago during marathon training, he pensively asked, “What the hell is that for?” I told him it was just a little sore and kind of waved it off. He went on to say, “If your knee does that shit again this year, you aren’t running any more marathons after this one.” Psht. I did him one better and said, “If my knee starts that shit again this year, I won’t be running THIS marathon.” I will NOT go through that again. But by the time I got up Sunday morning, it was good as new, so I went ahead with my planned 14.
I had planned to be out the door at 6:30. But as we all know, planning and doing are two COMPLETELY different things. In reality, I slept until 7:30 and dicked around the house until 9:00. Lucky for me, it was overcast, and the temperature only went up from 68 when I started to 70 when I finshed 2 hours and 38 minutes later. Still warm for me, but it could have been a lot worse. Aside from that, it was actually a pretty damn solid run. I filled my Fuel Belt with Nuun and brought along two gels, and that worked just perfectly. I walked 0.1-mile at every mile and had a Vega Sport gel (review coming soon!) at mile 5 and a Gu at mile 10. I finished tired and dripping wet, but smiling with gas still in the tank and happy with the pace for the effort.
All told, it was an encouraging week. And the cool part that just realized? This week I ran 29 miles. My longest training week last time was 31 miles. I’m almost as trained as I was last time and I’ve still got 11 weeks to go! I know that doesn’t guarantee I’ll hit my 5-hour goal, but I’d say something would have to go drastically wrong for me to not at least get a PR out of it.
God, I hope I didn’t just jinx myself…