Monday, July 8: 4 miles in 43:14 for a 10:48 pace.
Ah, yes. Humidity. The bane of my running existence. I hemmed and hawed about whether I should strength train before or after running and after consulting with the radar decided to run first. Well, I mistimed that. For the first time in my long distance running life, I got caught in a legitimate rainstorm. I’ve run through drizzle before but never in an actual downpour, at least not since my track days where come hell or high water, we were HAVING THIS TRACK MEET, DANG IT! Terror is sprinting on a slippery, rain soaked track. Anyway. It was amazing. I would’ve bailed if it had thunderstormed, but it didn’t, so I soldiered on. Not only was it relieving to have something other than my own sweat soaking clothes, but after an absurd Monday full of life stress, relationship stress, work stress, apartment stress, family stress, and general why-is-it-so-hotttttt stress, a run in the rain was absolutely heavenly. It also only rained for eight minutes or so, so not a big deal.
I had the foresight to turn the air conditioning on in my bedroom before I left for my run, and coming back to a cool room as just about as blissful as running through the rain. Knocked out some strength training (“knocked out.” I was not on my game and kept dawdling and letting myself get distracted by my phone) and called it a day.
Tuesday, July 9: cross training.
Dancey dance. My teacher asked us before hip hop if we wanted to learn a hard (as in aggressive) routine or an R&B routine, and since I was the only one with an opinion, we got to do the hard one. Yesssss. My favorite. We’ll learn the R&B one later, but I loved what we learned this week. Then I had breakdance where my teacher continued to say things like, “Trust me, you work on this, you’ll have it by next week,” to my classmates about moves I still haven’t mastered after seven months. Or even kind of have a grasp on. Sigh. Someday I’ll get a handstand. Someday after I’ve run the marathon and am not terrified of injuring myself.
Wednesday, July 10: cross training.
I drug myself out of bed at 5:15 for an exceptionally rare weekday morning workout and rode on the stat bike for 35 minutes. I knew I was going to have a really busy night and wouldn’t have any time to get a workout in, so I figured it’d be smarter to get up and get things done. I don’t really *mind* these things, but it’s just a bit of a challenge for me. I had to get up over an hour earlier than normal to do a 35 minute workout and still get to work on time, and since none of my runs ever last less than 35 minutes (three milers do in run time, but not with warm up + cool down + stretch + foam roll time), it’d be awfully challenging to do this when I need to run. I’m glad I got my workout in, though.
Thursday, July 11: 5 miles in 53:02 for a 10:36 pace.
Real talk: I was not happy with this run. I was not happy on this run, and the fact that I was not happy on the run made me even less happy. Originally I planned to run six miles this week, since on my running cutback weeks (where I run three times instead of four), I try to come as close to possible to the scheduled weekly mileage, which usually means tacking a mile on to my other weekly runs (i.e.: I was supposed to run 3, 5, 3, 10 this week [21 total] and instead planned to run 4, 6, 10 [20 total]). I didn’t have time to do six because of evening plans I didn’t even really care about but felt obligated to participate in anyway, so I only did five. And then I did those five inexplicably slow, even though I felt like I was running way too hard for an easy run, and even though the weather was perfect. Hmph. I was already in a bad mood before my run (are we noticing a theme here for the week? I am a child and consecutive nights of less than eight hours of sleep turn me into a cranky monster. And guess who consistently got 7.25 or 7.5 hours of sleep last week?? Extraordinarily bad news bears), and this didn’t particularly help matters.
Friday, July 12: rest.
Saturday, July 13: 10.15 miles in 1:46:08 for a 10:27 pace.
Double digits!! I realized way after the fact that this was only the third double digit run of my entire life, so that’s kind of cool. This run was fab. Everything about it. I got plenty of sleep Friday night so I was in a great mood for our run (I was definitely that obnoxious person who when our group leaders were all, “Who’s ready?!” I was all, “ME! LET’S KILL THIS RUN! SO EXCITED TO DO THIS!” Haha). I felt good for probably 85% of the run, the weather was AWESOME, and I never once felt intimidated by the distance. In all honesty, 10 did not feel that far, which is fantastic compared to last week’s nine which felt impossible. Lots of good things going on here, people. Lots of happiness. The 10:30s more or less had a charity day on Saturday, so I got to rock my Team PAWS singlet, which I’m happy to announce was super comfy and will probably be my top for the marathon itself, provided the weather is conducive to it (which, as long as it’s not hot and sunny, it will be).
I also went to breakdance in the afternoon since I felt up to it, and it wasn’t really that bad. Fingers crossed I can keep this up for a while, because I really do enjoy my breakdance class and I don’t want to give it up before I have to.
Sunday, July 14: cross training.
Ran through a strength training routine so I have one of those taken care of for the week, and then played softball. We lost by a lot once again, but not at all because of me, so yay. One more game left in the season. It’s been fun and all, but I’m really looking forward to having my Sunday afternoons to do as I please instead of having to go to softball every week.
This week is going to be all sorts of messed up. I know I’m going to have a late night on Friday, and it will be late enough to prevent me from long running Saturday morning with CARA (although anything later than about 8 p.m. is late enough to prevent me from long running on Saturday morning with CARA, so I guess that’s not really saying much). I could long run on Sunday, BUT I have to run the following Monday because my schedule for the following week is also going to be all sorts of messed up, and I’d rather not run the day after a long run. Because our long run next week is only seven miles (woo cutback week!), I know I’m capable of doing it on my own, so I’m planning to long run sometime this week (hopefully today…possibly before this post even goes up) and shuffle around my runs as necessary. The forecast looks miserable, so everything’s kind of up in the air depending on what the weather does. I just know for sure I will not be running with CARA on Saturday morning 😦 In fact, I won’t be running with CARA for the next four Saturdays, which is really really sad. I’ve loved being able to run with them, and it bums me out that my life (and my summer races) are cramping my CARA style. But such is life, and after August 10 I think I should be able to hang with them for the rest of training, which is when I’ll really need company. All of that is a long way down the road anyway. Right now I’m much more concerned with finding time to run 3, 3, 5 and 7 miles this week, which I have a feeling will be much easier said than done. Wish me luck!