Sunday, April 13, 2014

And I keep going...

4/7: Rest
4/8: Rest
4/9: 4 Miles, TM. 35+min (8:52 pace)
4/10: Rest
4/11:4 Miles, TM. 35 min (8:55 pace)
4/12: JM Extreme Workout; 20 sweaty min.

Impromptu workout: Cleaning induced rage. Countless hours.

4/13: Planned: 10 solo miles outside.
         UPDATE: 10 Miles, outside. 1:32 (9:14 pace)

Total weekly mileage: 18 (wah wah)

So, I guess I only blog on Sunday mornings before sunrise? Not sure what's going on with that, but let's go with this for now.

My running buddy is out of town so I'm on my own this morning. All of my long runs outside have been done with company, and while it has been nice, I haven't really pushed myself when it comes to pace. Mostly this is due to the fact that I simply cannot have a decent conversation (read: breathe) when I'm running "faster". I've enjoyed all of the long runs with D so far, and I'll definitely be lonely on today's jaunt, but it will also force me to pick up the pace a bit and focus on my breathing, form, fueling, etc. We've become pretty good friends over the course of the last few months but I still feel a little.. apologetic? When we are running together because I know she can go faster. She insists that our runs/pace is perfect for what it is (the long slow run with conversation) but I can't help but feel like I may be holding her back. After all, this is her "come back" run, after her half and full marathon in her early 20's. But anyways, I have to keep reminding myself to stop being ridiculous and enjoy the run with my friend. She wants to run with me too, so I should just stop worrying, right? Right.

Not to make excuses here, but we've had a lot going on around here the last few weeks, so it's no surprise that this week has been light on the running. I've also attempted to be a little lighter on the eating. I finally weighed myself a few days ago... and let's just say, I haven't seen that number since, um, I was pregnant? I mean.

Just... I mean... That baby is now 5. 

The candy/sugar/baked goods situation is no longer welcome in my midsection, or as I like to lovingly refer to it is, Herman. Apparently Herman is a lot like my middle child - persistent, stubborn, and in a neverending growth spurt.

Anyways, time to get ready for my run. I see the sun peeking out, so that's my cue!


Some 10-12 hrs later...

Garmin splits, people.

Avg Pace

2 power gel candies, 1 vanilla bean gu at mile 5, and handheld water bottle. painful chafe mark on my chubby right bicep. Chubs McGee.

My overall pace was surprising to me, in a good way surprising, because every mile was a mental battle. However, I can definitely tell that I have lost a lot of fitness over the last couple of months. Holding a pace of 9 ish minutes felt like lugging boulders strapped to my ankles. Admittedly, I let myself stop a few times for a water break/pep talk. Each mile was a ridiculous mind game. I guess that only what happens when I leave the music at home. Running in silence = a lot of solo internal conversations.

Mile 1: ah, fresh air. Crisp morning.

Mile 2: Da fuq! I hate this. 

Mile 3: Da fuq! For real! I hate this even more. 

Maybe I'll just run home. 

*slogging past donut shop*

I wish I could stop for some donuts. Ugh. Those donuts are what is making this 

Shut it, self. Donuts are not the enemy.

Mile 4: Running is the enemy 

Mile 5: (water stop) Running's not so bad! I forget how delicious gu tastes! 

Mile 6: Tired. Yes, I'm tired. 

Mile 7: ok. 3 more miles. I can do this... I can do this! I think...

Mile 8: *stop to regroup* 

Ok, two miles. I can do this. I can do this! I think...

I wonder if John is awake. I wonder if he'd come get me. 

Shut it, Bang and keep moving these tree stumps of yours.

Mile 9: Almost there! I'm so tired!  Am I even moving? Good lord, I've been out here for hours! Days even! 

Mile 10: Almost done! Almost done! Should I just do 11? Maybe... No... Should I? Nah.. Maybe? ... Aaand 10. Beep! Done! 

That wasn't so bad... 
I could have done 11. Maybe I should have done 11? Hmm, I guess 10 is fine. Maybe I'll do 11 next time. Maybe...

Ah, I feel so good. I love running. 


Someone should open up a mental institution for runners, because I feel pretty crazy.

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