I logged (appropriate term, as you’ll see below) 73.7 miles this week. Yay, me! I also did a bunch of strength work 3 times. Single leg dead lifts, bicep curls, overhead something or others, lunges, side planks, stuff like that. Here’s how the running went down:
Monday– 6 miles with the stroller and then 5 miles after the park on the treadmill while Callum had quiet time.
Tuesday– I woke up at 6 and ran 5 really slow miles outside before anyone else woke up. Then later on when Callum had some quiet time, I ran 5 miles on the treadmill as a way to clear my mind and re-boot the emotional tank for another couple of weeks straight with all the kids!
Wednesday– I got up early and got 7 miles in before Callum even woke up! Then finished it off with 3 easy miles in the afternoon. Keeping the pace at around 9 min/miles.
Thursday– I pushed Callum in the stroller for 5 miles this morning and then Andrew and I hit the road for a hilly 5 miles into the sunset after I got Callum to sleep!
Friday– I ran a super slow 6 miles this morning listening to an amazing podcast episode (Lindsey Hein interviews a lady named Rachel who is a recovering alcoholic who just ran her first marathon) and then I headed out for 4 miles in the afternoon sun with the goal of hitting one mile at 6:50 min/mile pace but I felt so good that I did 2 in a row (6:43 and 6:47) with a warm-up and a cool-down mile.
Saturday– So, this run didn’t happen until 2pm which I now know is a terrible idea because I either hydrate and eat and then spend my entire run trying not to soil my shorts or I don’t eat or drink anything and then put me and my baby’s life in danger, or at the very least, feel like shit. This particular run involved the former scene, and thank goodness I remembered to pack a little bit of toilet paper into my pocket because I had to drop my shorts and do the second public poo of this pregnancy.
Sunday– A long run with Lora! Today’s run was MUCH better than yesterday’s. PHEW! Two pee breaks, but no emergencies or public poo. No idea our pace, but we logged our usual route of 12.7 miles. Don’t you love Lora’s shirt? She’s making a funny face here but her shirt is what counts. Oh, and her legs. CHECK OUT DEM LEGGIES!!!!!
Last time you’ve done a public pee? How about a public poo?
Did you work out last week? Did you know that if you want to use the term “work out” as a verb, it’s two words, and the term “workout” as a noun is one word? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DON’T CONFUSE THEM.
How shocked are you guys that I not only ended my weekly mileage on an odd number, but a DECIMAL TOO?