Well? So, you know what? I hit 76 miles this week. I was going for 80 but I called Sunday’s 15 miler quits at 11 miles. I was really happy with my middle 7 tempo splits and I wanted to end on a good note rather than risk anything by pushing too hard just to hit an OCD number. See? When it really comes down to it, I can make the right decision. But only, and if only, it really comes down to it.
I am so proud of myself and I am so thankful for my ability to run this much and this well while being this pregnant, but I also want to be careful and respectful and not come across as a complete asshole. I hope you guys know that I am so aware of the fact that this little fantasy running planet I’m currently on can be obliterated at any moment, and I am simply riding this out for as long as possible. I sure as hell am not going to be cocky about it, but I also am so FRIGGING PUMPED that I’m able to do all this right now. And yeah! I’m proud of myself! Here’s how the week went down:
Monday– Lora and I took advantage of the holiday Monday and met up for a 12.7 mile run. We ran this route a lot faster than we did 2 days ago, except I had to take 3 pee breaks this time. The first one, I squatted behind a cement block next to the freeway and as I was going, a guy came around the corner of his property pushing a lawnmower so I jumped up and peed all over my pants. It was so gross. I need one of those running skirts so I can just squat anywhere and pee.
Tuesday– Wow, what a run. Yesterday’s was fantasmical, and today’s was…well…sufferage. I took a tonne of walk breaks. My legs felt heavy, my belly felt heavy, my cardio was shot, my muscles were sore from doing the new strength exercises, and I had to take two pee breaks, all within a 10 mile run. To top it all off, it started to thunder and lightening at the turn-around point which was quickly followed by pelting hail. THAT was fun.
Wednesday– Well, I really wanted to see if I could run ONE mile at sub-3 hour marathon race pace (6:50), so I warmed up for 3 miles, and then hammered one out at 6:49, and then cooled down. Andrew and I ran 4 miles together in the evening at a good clip of 8 min/miles.
Thursday– Hell yeah! Okay so I ran 5 early super slow miles this morning on the treadmill and then later on, got Callum all ready to go for 5 stroller miles but it started thundering and hailing and I didn’t feel like dealing with THAT again so I hit the treadmill while Callum ate his stroller snacks on the couch and watched his downloaded Netflix shows. Ha! And then, because the sun came out and I had bees in my bonnet, I took off for 5 miles tonight after Callum went to bed. It was GLORIOUS. I FLEW. I ran so fast. Then Katie and I went out for about a mile walk together which was so nice. 15 total running miles for the day!
Friday– Okay so, I split up my run this morning into one 4 mile treadmill run and then one 4 mile stroller run. Then because this is the last sunny day for as long as the forecast tells, Andrew and I headed out for a sunset 4 miler together once Callum went to bed!
Saturday– Callum ended up in bed with us so I didn’t sleep in much. Since I was lying awake at 6 anyway, I decided to just go for a run. I ran the slowest 5 miles of my life, which counts as a rest day in my books. Then I came home and popped some cinnamon buns in the oven for the kids, had my coffee, two mandarin oranges and a tonne of raspberries.
Sunday– Well, I wanted 15 because then I could say I ran 80 miles this week but I got to 11 and figured that being 21 weeks pregnant was reason enough to not be a complete neurotic freak. I’m tickled pink with the middle 7 tempo miles though, ran consecutively, no breaks: 7:03, 7:16, 7:15, 7:16, 7:09, 7:12, 7:04. My goal was to keep it in and around 7:15s, but it was actually pretty tough to hold back.
Do you ever struggle with wanting to be really proud of yourself but then not wanting to be obnoxious? Do you worry that if you express your gratefulness that you’re somehow jinxing yourself? DO YOU EVER WISH YOUR BRAIN WOULD JUST FUCK RIGHT OFF?
What would you rather have for breakfast: cinnamon buns with cream cheese icing, or an omelette?
Chocolate and peanut butter or chocolate and strawberries?
Can you tell I’m hungry right now? What did you eat last?