I made 70 miles again this week.
Monday: I’m not sure if it’s global warming or what but our weather has been unusually warm and springy. It’s almost to the point where I don’t feel guilty for how much garbage we put out and that littering my chewed gum has finally paid off. I pushed Callum in the stroller for 10 miles and he fell asleep. Finally the good karma is kissing my ass.
Tuesday: 8 miles on the treadmill but I did that thing where I run really hard for 2 minutes (and try not to get diarrhea) and then recover for 2 minutes and I repeat that cycle 10 times until I negotiate my anus with the poo gods and finally stop. My anus won this match. I’m sure the poo gods will bite next week.
Wednesday: I barely got this one in: 9 miles outside. Amen.
Thursday: I got up at 5:45, drank coffee, went poo and then ran 10 miles and I swear this is the first time I have ever ran before 7 am in my entire life. It’s nothing short of a miracle and I took a picture just to prove it.
Friday: Okay, so I wasn’t able to run the whole 20 all in one go. I did a nice easy 7 on the treadmill at around noon, and then tonight I headed out for 13 miles and 8 of those miles were at an average 6:45 pace! No diarrhea this time! I ran the first mile in 7:50, then 6:28, 6:47, 6:45, 6:46, 6:52, 6:50, 6:45 and 6:48. Then I finished it off with a slow 4 miles to cool down. Oh, and I had a pap test today too, which I swear felt like a luxury seeing as I drove all the way into my appointment by myself. No kids fighting, no baby crying. I wore my stick-on eyelashes and grabbed a coffee en route. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.
Saturday: 5 slow recovery miles on the treadmill and then went to a memorial service for a family friend.
Sunday: Just a slow 8 to wrap up the week. I watched “The Other Woman” on Netflix while I ran and two of my favourite quotes from that movie are: “selfish people live longer” and “cry on the inside like a winner.” I decided to do both.