Yesterday was a
good great day running-wise. And everything else-wise too. I’m on a serious high lately. Maybe it’s all the Vitamin D I’ve been getting, or the fact that Max has been consistently sleeping 12+ hours every night, but life is good! I’m still in the beginning stages of marathon training, which means I’m still positive and excited about it. I have yet to get totally knocked on my ass by a crappy 20-miler and I haven’t had to bail on a trip to the bar with me friends-yet. I’m still in the land of happy-go-lucky running, where it hasn’t taken over every free second of my life. That comes later.
Right now, I’m just running around with a goofy grin and spouting off about how much I LOOOVE running to anyone and everyone who asks how training is going. Actually, most of my friends and family know that if they ask, they’ll have to hear about it for roughly 5 hours straight. And they’re all pretty smart, so they don’t ask much. I don’t blame them, it’s probably pretty annoying. Conversations with me lately pretty much go like this:
Unsuspecting person who runs into me at work: “Hi Molly! What’s new with you?”
Me: “Max, running, running! Running, running, Max, Max Max!”
Unsuspecting person who is now backing away, then breaks into a run in the other direction: “Uh, great. Gotta go, I’m late for a meeting!”
So, in order to keep my personal relationships from going downhill, I’ll try to contain my obnoxious OMG RUNNING crap to myself. Myself and this blog of course. But since I have zero followers and the few random page views I’ve had are from my mom and some person who stumbled here by accident, I don’t think I’m offending anyone.
Back to marathon training. Last week was my highest weekly mileage since having Max. It might be easy mileage for a lot of runners, but for me, this is huge. Dare I say it, or even think it, but it’s like I’m finally getting my running mojo back. Knocks on wood.
Running Recap: June 23-29
Monday: Nada. Planned rest day.
Tuesday: 5 miles in the evening, easy
Wednesday: 7 miles at lunch, attempted tempo*
2 miles in the afternoon with the jogging stroller, easy
Thursday: 6 miles in the evening, easy
Friday: 6 miles lunch, easy with a fast finish mile
Saturday: 15 miles, soggy and slow
Sunday: 5 miles in the morning, slightly faster than a tortoise
Total: 46 miles!!!
So, I’m riding the high from last week’s mileage and still feeling really good mentally. Physically, I’m slightly beat up. I woke up Monday morning with sore quads and calves. And then I decided to make it worse by wearing wedges to work. Brilliant. Every single trip up or down the steps was pretty painful. Sigh, I never said I was a genius.
I felt much better when I rolled out of bed (late) yesterday morning. Since it was too late for a run, I tossed my gear in my bag and hoped I’d be able to squeeze in a run at lunchtime. Fortunately, my plan B worked out perfectly. I dashed out of the office right at noon and headed over to Fort Harrison State Park, the gorgeous location of the Indianapolis Marathon. I had about 30 minutes, so I figured I’d run the hills there as fast as I could. Sort of a hill-speed session. But lo and behold, as I hurriedly threw on my gear, I realized that my Garmin was at home. A run without my Garmin? What’s that like? Should I pack up and head back to work?
The fact that I considered bailing on my run just because I didn’t have my watch proves that I am way too attached to that thing. I used to run without a watch every day. I just went out and ran, not caring about pace or distance or any of the other unnecessary data my all the bells-and-whistles-and-then-some Garmin gives me. I seriously need to take the Zen, naked wrist running approach at least once a week in order to break my pathetic addiction. So today was that day.
I didn’t bail, I just ran based on time and effort. I did have my handy all-the-rage in the early 2000s pedometer, which I wear in order to get money off my health insurance at work. I used that to tell the time, because I at least had to know when to get back to work. Anyway, I ran for 31 minutes on the rolling hills, pushing it as fast as I could until my lungs burned and I thought I might throw up. Hills plus speed: Check.
I then had to get ready as fast as possible in the bathroom at the park. I forgot about the fact that not only would I be dripping in sweat from the hot summer day, but I’d also be attempting to put makeup on and make myself presentable in an air-conditioning free outdoor bathroom. Look pretty at work post-run: FAIL.
So, not only am I annoying because I always talk about running, but I also stink. Sweet.
Post-work and post getting the wild man to sleep, I talked my amazing husband into making dinner while I squeezed in a few more miles. The arrangement earned me dish duty, but I’ll gladly scrub some pots if it means I get to run! I was trying to get as many miles in as quickly as possible, so the run turned into an impromptu tempo.
Not too shabby. Feelin’ good about yesterday’s double header. How do you feel about double headers? Love ’em or leave ’em? Let me know in the comments!