Sunday, September 27: 13.34 miles in 2:12:34 for a 9:55 pace.
Chicago Half Marathon by my watch’s (generous!) stats.
Monday, September 28: Yoga.
I figured a Lululemon SeaWheeze yoga practice would probably be appropriate for the day after a half marathon. We spent way too much time sitting on our toes to open up the soles of our feet, though. I hate it when runner’s yoga does that – it hurts! Though I suppose that’s probably the point…
Tuesday, September 29: Dance.
We added more to the Lean On choreography we learned last week, and that “more” involved a bunch of tutting. Tutting, for those unfamiliar:
Except ours is obviously substantially less complex. It does look really cool, though, in my humble opinion *brushes shoulder off* Haha
Wednesday, September 30: 6 miles in 1:01:36 for a 10:15 pace.
Six blustery miles. The wind for most of last week in Chicago was INSANE, and Wednesday was no exception. I was seriously fighting it at some points on this run. I almost always wear a hat when I go out for a run, but I was afraid if I wore one it would blow away, so I just wore sunglasses. Between those and my arm sleeves, I felt super legit 😛
Thursday, October 1: 4 miles (tempo) in 38:43 (9:00 and 8:53 [!!] tempo miles) for an overall 9:40 pace.
Once again, the wind was bonkers on this run, but I was SO happy with how things went! My last tempo mile was entire into the wind, so to bust out an 8:53 was the perfect way to end speedwork for this cycle. Next week (this week, but the time you read this) will be all easy runs, so I wanted to close out my speedwork on a good note, and this tempo run accomplished just that.
Friday, October 2: Rest.
Went to the podiatrist for a followup appointment. She was all panicky about my foot, which put me in a foul, anxious mood.
Saturday, October 3: 8.21 miles in 1:23:19 for a 10:08 pace.
Last long run of the season! Of course, the weather had to continue with its recent pattern of being absolutely hideous on Saturday mornings:
Yikes. Fortunately AccuWeather overstated the rain situation, and it actually only drizzled for maybe a total of 10 minutes. The WIND, though. Oh. My. Gosh. I obviously didn’t measure it, but the forecast said we could get up to 40 mph gusts, and I wouldn’t doubt that, especially by the lake. It was absolutely freezing and so, so windy. We ran fairly fast, as you can tell by our average pace, but meh. Whatever. An eight miler feels so insignificant at this point, and it was cold enough that I could handle a quicker run.
My podiatrist put me in a funk on Friday that all of my taper negativity and anxiety immediately latched onto. My foot, for the most part, had been fine. Maybe it felt a little off every now and again, but I haven’t had trouble running, even if it has “hurt” (“hurt” being a generous word for it: “ached somewhat” would be more accurate). My podiatrist, however, freaked out that I hadn’t been wearing my night splint (which, as we previously established, did more harm than good) and then got all up in arms over my foot feeling tight (never mind the fact that she only felt one of my feet, not both of them, so I don’t know what she was comparing the feeling to, since she clearly didn’t have a Bethany baseline to work with). I feel like she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, and I STILL don’t really think I have plantar fasciitis, since I continue to have exactly zero standard symptoms of plantar fasciitis, but at the same time, she’s the doctor, so I’ve been freaking out over worrying that she IS right, and I’ve just got my head in the sand. It has hurt a little bit more lately: am I just hyperaware of it, or is something going on? What if it DOES get bad during the marathon? What if this ruins everything?!?! These are the thoughts tormenting my brain at the moment, and I imagine will continue to torment my brain until just about this time next week. Taper is a helpful scapegoat to blame literally everything on right now, of course, but I do wish my mind could settle down over all this nonsense in the mean time.