I made my goal this week – but it wasn’t pretty! My goal was 45 miles and after my low mileage week last week, I had hopes for a great set of workouts.
Monday 6 miles – My plan was 8 miles, but it was raining hard, I was soaked. I was cold. I ran through puddles 2 inches deep and it was getting dark, so I figured I’d cut my day by 2 miles and try to make it up later in the week.
Tuesday 10 miles – My plan was for an 8 mile hill run with TJ, but after the hills (crazy hills), I decided to make up my 2 miles from Monday and ended up with a 10 mile weekday run. This was the longest weekday run I’ve had in my short career and was a lot of fun with TJ.
Wednesday 4 miles – My plan was for 4 miles in order to give my body a rest. I started the run and knew it would be rough. I was tired from the 14 miles the two previous days. It was windy! 30 mph winds right in my face. So as I was running into the wind, I could tell I was using my hill run muscles – and they weren’t happy about it. I finished, but I was exhausted – really exhausted! RS had to drive me home.
Thursday 8 miles – My plan was for 8 miles and I did it. It was very cold (wind chill in the low 20s) and it was a rough run, but I got through it and felt great about my mileage so far.
Friday 4 miles – I planned on 4 miles as I knew Saturday I would have the longest run I’d attempted in a year. The run was okay. I was a bit sore and tired from the week, but my weight was down (183) to the lowest it had been in a LONG time and I was really glad it was Friday.
Saturday 13 miles – This was tough. I planned on 13 miles. I knew if I made it, I would have a record week since my marathon 18 months before. After about mile 5, I started fading. By mile 8 I was doing poorly. I didn’t bring goo or any type of help for the run as it was a training run and I wanted to “feel” the whole run. I hit a wall at mile 9. It felt similar to my marathon. I thought as I was running that if I finished this run, I would have run 25 miles in 3 days, so my body was feeling that mileage. RS was running in the same park and by mile 11, I texted him and asked him to run with me my last two miles. I was really hurting, but I wanted to finish. People hit walls all the time in races and I wanted to get past it and finish what I started. I finally made my 13 miles – I was shot. I finished just under a 10 minute mile. It took me 20 minutes just to be able to drive home and then I still was doing poorly. After a shower and recovery drink I felt better though. Honestly, if it weren’t for RS being with me, I might has stopped early. I probably should have stopped anyway, but I was determined to finish my long day and record week.
I think running is like life. Some days are great, some aren’t. Some days there is no reason why the day is as bad as it feels. Some days you want to give up half way through. But learning to push yourself past that point is a life lesson that running really helps with. Knowing that as your run the race, you are running for something more then just running. You are training for lessons in life that are invaluable to learn.
I’m glad I run.