I had a really great week of running last week. Not only that, but I’ve been getting stronger with my strength work and I think it’s time for me to move up from my 15lb weights to 20lb weights! I’ve also added 10lb leg weights while I do my leg/glute stuff, and I need to move up to a heavier weight with those too.
I had another 70 mile week. I know, I know… a far cry from 50. But dayammmmnnn…. I love mileage. Here’s how it went down:
Monday– This morning I pushed Callum in the stroller for 5 super hilly miles with a stop at the park at around mile 3. Then in the evening, I sipped on a strong black coffee while I gave him a bath and then I ran 7 miles once he went to sleep. I did 3 tempo miles in the middle at 6:40 min/mile pace. It felt really good but I’m hoping I’ll be able to sleep tonight!
Tuesday– I got up at 5am and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I ran 15 miles!
Wednesday– Just an easy 6 miles on the treadmill before a busy day.
Thursday– I woke up at 4:45 and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to get up and have some coffee! I did a slow 6 miles while listening to podcasts and then I ran 4 miles on the treadmill after a strong coffee in the afternoon!
Friday– The kids had a day off from school today so I squeezed in 5 miles early this morning before anyone woke up and then another 5 on the treadmill after everyone went to bed!
Saturday– I got up earrrrrrrly to drive Jake to work and since the sun was coming up, I decided to just slog through a 10 miler. I passed a manure-spreader spreading fresh manure all over the field, like, 3 metres away from where I was running. IT WAS SICK. And not “sick” as in “cool” but “sick” as in “vomitrocious.”
Sunday– I wanted to run more, but I thought it would be a little extreme to go OVER 70 miles this week so I just did 7 outside after I brought Jake to work.
What’s your latest song obsession?
I’m loving Selena Gomez’ “It Ain’t Me.” The beat matches my footfalls perfectly while I’m running a 6:40 pace.
Which words do you use instead of “cool” or “awesome?”
Dope. Sick. Phat. Pote. Actually, none of those. Well, I’ll use “dope” with my tongue pressed firmly into the side of my cheek.