Monday: 8 miles (7+1 mi CD)
Wednesday: 5 miles; TM
Thursday: 5 miles, TM
Saturday: 17 (16+ 1CD).
Sunday: 6 plus some change
A couple things. I suck at cross training. 42 miles is my highest weekly mileage ever.
I'm finally feeling somewhat back in the groove this past week. I was home on Monday after a long weekend away, so I headed out for a longer mid week run. I managed to huff through 7 miles at an 8:54 pace and then ran a 1 mile slow cool down home. I also had two decent AM treadmill runs that didn't feel like hot, slow death. I think those treadmill runs really helped stabilize my mental state, as the previous weeks I had been finding myself worked up in anxiety every morning.
Treadmilling is hard, people.
However, I have embraced that it is really my life. It's what I can manage and fit into the day with my early schedule. So, a mindset shift somehow occurred this week and I made it through yet another week of mostly treadmill training.
Saturday's 16 was my first solo long run in a few weeks. I love love love running with friends, but sometimes I need a solo check-in run to see where I'm at mentally. I tend to run slower with friends and focus less in pace, which is always great. However, I also need those solo runs to test my fitness and to work on pacing and fuel.
I hadn't run hamster circles in my neighborhood for a while, so I set out early on Saturday before 6am to weave through 16 miles of cul de sacs and streets and loops. I even forced myself to run some hillier parts of the neighborhood, which was actually a confidence booster because my legs felt strong charging up the hills. There were a few longer tough hills in the middle of the run, and you can see by my paces where those hills were. ;)
It's easy to psych ourselves out over long solo runs and overthink every aspect and every mile. My wise friend J always reminds me to pray beforehand, which I honestly just forget to do most days, but on Saturday, I said a small prayer, took a deep breath, and decided that today's run would be great.
Running can tend to be one giant cliche but sometimes it's a pretty accurate cliche. I really felt positive energy during the entire run, even in those dreaded first few miles. Most long runs have some dark middle miles but I never quiet felt that shadow looming over me the entire time. It also helped that I had some fresh new jams to get me through.
My long run goal was to stay between 9:30-10 and I managed to run 16 at a 9:23 pace. Not too shabby for my longest training run to date!
Splits, like banana... But even better
So many splits it doesn't fit in one screen shot!
Uh. Mile 6. I do not know.
Uh. Mile 6. I do not know.
Also, mile 11.. HILL!
I had to dig deep for that last mile. Let's just say my arms were pumping like Forrest Gump.
Saturday was the first time in 11 weeks that I've felt like I can (maybe) actually run this marathon.
I think that's what they call, Progress.
Obligatory garmin shot.
Oh and I finally ordered this, because....#mylife
Love my new Ragnar necklace. And last yeesr's shirt. Maybe that necklace gave me some sort of super powers? Nah.