Sunday, June 8: 3.03 miles in 30:05 for a 9:55 pace.
This was my test/marathon-training-starts-this-week-and-heaven-help-me-if-I-don’t-run-at-least-once run. It was cold (!) and while my toes didn’t go numb, it instead felt like I was running on a seam of my sock, even though I wasn’t. We’ve been over this already. If crying counts as cardio, I did a lot of that, too.
Monday, June 9: Personal training.
Through a delightful twist of fate, I’ve been given the opportunity to work with a personal trainer once a week for the duration of my marathon training. The goal of this is to see how strength training supplements my running (ideally: very much so). We were supposed to meet on Saturday, but my trainer was sick, so instead we met on Monday. We had a lot of initial evaluation tests to wrap up, so I completed those before we moved on to a few upper- and lower-body supersets.
Tuesday, June 10: Dance.
Meh. I wasn’t in the best of moods during dance–one of my dance BFFs told me she’s not taking class next session, which, though she had warned me about earlier, I had hoped wouldn’t happen, and that made me sad, and then another one of my dance BFFs didn’t even show up to class. Boo, hiss, etc.–and I’m a bit behind in hip hop since I missed a class when I was home for #gradfest2014. Practicing hasn’t been anywhere remotely close to my priority list lately, either, which hasn’t exactly helped in the being-behind department.
Wednesday, June 11: 3 miles in 29:08 for a 9:42 pace.
I just…blah. The run was fine. My toes were not. Of course. My big toe started to feel tingly around mile 1.3 (rawr 😡 ) and my second toe joined the party by mile two, and then the tingliness didn’t go away near as quickly as usual. On the flip side, it was also more localized than when all this began, and tingliness is different than the numbness I was feeling…but I also only ran three miles. Being hyperaware of how my feet feel is certainly not helping matters, but I had really hoped relacing my shoes per my PT’s instruction would fix everything instantly and magically, so to have my toes still tingling did not make me happy.
Thursday, June 12: 30 minutes bike.
Even before my toes made me want to cut them off and exchange them for a new pair, I planned on skipping a lot of runs this marathon training cycle. Quality over quantity is the name of the game this year. I considered running on Thursday just to test out my toes again, but instead did intervals on the stationary bike (and my old PT routine afterwards! Look at me go!). I biked in my running shoes to see what would happen, and what happened did not make me happy. I wouldn’t say that my toes were numb, exactly, nor would I say that they were tingly, exactly, but there was sensation on the inside of my big toe, if that makes any sense. You know how generally your toes are just there and you don’t think about them because they’re just there and innocuous and not doing anything beyond what toes are supposed to do? Yeah. That was not the case with my toes (or, more specifically, the inside half of my right big toe). Once again, this did not make me happy.
Friday, June 13: rest.
Although today, my toes started to feel the same way they felt on the bike on Thursday while I was walking to work! Hooray for exactly what I did not want to happen. I may or may not have cried. Thank goodness for sunglasses.
Saturday, June 14: 6.06 miles in 1:03:13 for a 10:26 pace.
Reunited and it feels so good! Man oh man have I missed my beloved 10:30s.
I am, once again, training at a 10:30 pace for the Chicago Marathon, which means I’ll be spending the vast majority of my next 17 Saturdays with some of the greatest people you’ll ever meet. There’s a great mix of familiar and new faces, both in terms of leaders and group members, and I have a really good feeling about this year’s bunch of 10:30s. Having been through it once before makes me feel a bit more comfortable and confident — I even had a running buddy on Saturday! I pretty much never had running buddies last year, so this is hopefully a step in the right direction. My toes did go numb, but I didn’t particularly notice it until maybe mile 4 or so? I actually don’t remember when I started noticing it — having someone to chat with distracted me enough to keep me from hyperfocusing on (and, consequently, catastrophizing — one of my bad habits [see: last Monday’s post]) the situation.
I also did my PT routine when I got home from my run, because HOLY SMOKES did I have a lot of time on Saturday morning! It’s really quite remarkable how much more morning you get when you run two hours earlier than you had been running 😛
On paper, I’d say this was a pretty successful training week. I got in all the runs and workouts I had hoped to get in, and I’m happy with how my runs turned out. I’m still taking things day by day, though. My PT wanted me to follow up with him after my running this weekend, and we’ll see what he has to say. I don’t want to count on anything being guaranteed until this whole numbness thing clears up.