Did you think I forgot about today’s post? No such luck.
Monday morning (Labor Day) B and I woke up before the kids and ran a very easy 4 miles. (We day-dreamt of owning a beach house and bringing all of our kids and grandkids there for family reunions with card games and s’mores and whiffle ball in the sand.) Turns out that when I was checking what to run that day, I was reading the previous week’s Monday and not the current Monday… I should have been doing hills, but only discovered that the next day. Oops.When I discovered that I should have been doing a hills workout on Monday (and didn’t), I did the hills workout on Tuesday- 2 easy warm up, 8×1:00 hill climb with 1:30 recovery, 2 easy cool down. Fortunately (or should I say unfortunately?) there’s a monstrous hill right around the corner from the beach house we were renting. Hills always kick my butt. Always. Hence the painfully slow recovery intervals when I was bent over catching my breath:Wednesday was an easy 4 again.Thursday was an 8 mile tempo- 2 easy, 4 @8:15-8:05, 2 easy cool down. I wasn’t sure how the workout would feel, but when it was all said and done I felt really proud of myself. I felt completely in control of the pace (I planned a slight progression in the middle 4 miles.) Plus there were some college girls running along the boardwalk too and I had to show them that I may be old (and yes, when I was their age I was married with a baby) but I can run faster than you, girlfriend.Friday was an easy 4 again:Friday night Connor had his first football game of the season so he and I flew home early Friday afternoon and went to his game (B and the other three kids drove home the next morning.) It was so much fun spending a day and half with him alone. He just turned 13 and he’s at this funny spot between a boy and a teenager.Saturday morning while Connor slept in, I ran my long run: 12 miles. Had 3 or 4 graham crackers before (our house had no food!) Ran with my handheld again filled with ice and Gatorade and that’s all I needed. Was so happy to have completed it successfully. And it was a treat to come home to a quiet house with just one sleeping boy.
Total for the week was 38 miles. Funny how at the end of training, a 38 mile week is nothing, but with 13 weeks until race day, it felt like quite an accomplishment. I was proud of myself for finally getting in a solid six days this week. Hooray for breakthroughs. I think I’m back, guys!