Again, I started out this week with the goal of hitting 50 miles but then upped it to 60 once I was feeling stronger. I have completely slacked on my strength work though. A few weeks ago I started getting sore wrists so I stopped doing the weights and I haven’t been able to get back into it at all. Whoops.
Monday– I got up at 6, ran a slow 7 miles with 3 bathroom stops (2 pees, 1 poo in an outhouse). This is getting tougher and tougher to do!
Tuesday– Well, I had the worst sleep ever and then was up at 5, so I figured I may as well just run. I dropped Jake off at work and then hit the gym for 7 miles. I ran 1 mile, went poo, ran 2 more miles, went pee and poo, 2 more miles, went pee, then 2 more miles to make 7 total. It’s getting ridiculous.
Wednesday– One of these days I need to run 8 miles so that I can hit 50 for the week but each day I get out there, the thought of running one more mile has me feeling like, nahhhhh. I saw a coyote this morning. He ran beside me, in front of me, behind me, and I didn’t like it.
Thursday– I woke up feeling really good, and my 8 mile run at 6am felt easy, so I decided to roll with it and I met up with Lora for a 6 mile run in the trails in the afternoon (I pushed Callum in the stroller).
Friday– Another feel-good day! Two in a row! 8 outside miles at 6am and then 3 quicker paced ones on the treadmill later on for 11 total!
Saturday– I started this run out at a 10-plus min/mile and ended the last 2 miles at an 8:45 min/mile pace, but I had a few bathroom breaks along the way. I pretty much just ran circles around places with toilets.
Sunday– I waited until 11am to run today. Andrew watched Callum and I fueled up with spicy Doritos and a Coffee Crisp during my drive to the trail head. I hammered out a respectable 6 miles at 7:38 min/mile pace. It felt great to run a little faster than usual!