HA HA HA! I freaking LOVE THIS! Another 70 mile week in the books, and nearly 29 weeks pregnant. JAZZ HANDS COVERED IN PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE WAVING TO AND FRO! One day at a time though, I know. I KNOW. But hot DAMN I feel good.
I’ll break it down for you so you can hear me brag in super-slo-mo:
Monday– Man, you’d think that after all these years of running that I’d never have a day where I struggle to get a run in. That I’d not feel like it, or that maybe I’d rather just throw in the towel and give it all up completely. But it totally happens to me! Today was that day, and yet… I forced myself to get it done and HOLY SHIT AND HALLELUJAH I felt so much better afterwards! I got 5 miles done on the treadmill at 10 min/mile pace and then I pushed Callum in the stroller for 5 miles at a bit of a harder effort (couldn’t quite hold a conversation with him when he asked me all sorts of questions). It felt good to finish those 10 miles. I did my strength work in the evening despite wanting to put it off until tomorrow.
Tuesday– I got up early, ran 5 miles before anyone else woke up and then ran 5 slow miles on the treadmill later on in the day.
Wednesday– I slept in. I needed it. I ran 8 miles on the treadmill with the plan to run my intervals later but the van broke down and ruined my afternoon alone time! DAMMIT. I didn’t even get my strength work done.
Thursday– So, I have been so inspired by all these runners on Instagram because by the time I roll out of bed at 7, they’ve all logged their workouts! Mind you, most of them live on the East coast, 3 hours ahead of me. BUT STILL! I can see on their watches what time they started running and a lot of them start in the five am hour. So on Wednesday night I set my alarm for 5am, but then in the middle of the night I thought better and changed it to 6am. I got up, changed into my running clothes that I had set out the night before and hopped onto the treadmill and started slowwwwwwly running. I had to hop off and hop back on several times to go pee, say bye to the kids, etc but I got 11 miles done by 8am. Once Callum woke up, I got him some breakfast and then hopped back onto the treadmill for 3 more miles for a total of 14 for the day! I was also able to do my strength work later on in the afternoon. The van was getting fixed so we were forced to stay home. It was kinda nice! I got a tonne of cleaning and organizing done around the house too.
Friday– I squeezed out a run outside by myself in the morning and then finished it later on the treadmill for 11 miles total.
Saturday– A hilly 7 miler outside at an average 8:30 min/mile pace not counting the 3 bathroom breaks.
Sunday– I ran the first 5 miles outside with Callum in the stroller and then did the last 5 in the garage on the treadmill. I’m holding onto goal marathon race pace by a thread–I did my second-to-last mile at 6:49 min/mile pace.
I’m so happy. Cautious, but happy. Have you guys ever felt afraid to be happy? Like you might jinx yourself?
You know what I say, right? Unroll a few squares of jinx and wipe your ass with it.
Have you ever had a vehicle break down on you? Were you stranded with no cell service? Tell me something dramatic.
Lisa, did you get your orthotics yet? xoxo