Well, I had something of a recovery week which was just what my legs needed. I didn’t even run on Monday, the first day off since forever. I think I probably take a grand total of 3 days off running per year. I didn’t die, but I didn’t like it. I managed 70 miles, and a better attitude by the week’s end.
Monday: A polar bear in a snowstorm.
Tuesday: I meant to do 10 miles but then a stray dog came out and I got scared so I had to take a detour and I ended up tacking on 3 more miles. Which, you know, is crappy but awesome at the same time. Pretty much a parallel to my life.
Wednesday: Easy pace (8 min/mile) on the treadmill.
Thursday: I did the same workout as last week (the one where I run hard for 8 min, recover for 4, hard for 6, recover for 3, etc) but this time I did two sets of hard running for 8 minutes, and then went down the ladder. Total of 11 miles.
Friday: More treadmill. I did a fast finish: 5 miles at 8 min/miles and then 1 mile at 7:40 min/miles then 3 miles at 7:30 min/miles then the last mile at 7 min/miles.
Saturday: I needed this so, SO bad. Okay so I did that 2 min hard 2 min recovery times 10, and I did it at 9 miles an hour again but THIS time I didn’t stop to take any breaks. I feel so badass right now. Well, because my bum hurts from constant stress diarrhea. But also because I ran that HARD. I’m so curious to know if my half marathon time has changed much.
Sunday: Medium/long run of 16 miles outside. Well, the first 5 miles were on the treadmill but then when Andrew got home I took off outside and it was AMAZING. About a 7 min/mile pace for 11 miles.
Andrew has been slacking a bit but he is back on the wagon now. He ran 6 miles on Thursday and then 20 miles today. I was pleased to see that his feet are getting marathony. They’ll never be as disgusting as mine, but when they’re bad enough to snag clothing, they’re on their way.
It’s Andrew’s 42nd birthday on Tuesday but we’re going out tonight to celebrate. In advance, I posted a special music video of myself on Facebook. I’ll post pictures of the crime scene and videos tomorrow.
Our cat’s vagina is heart-shaped, and I’m using massive amounts of self-control to not post the picture right now. You’re welcome.
Have a lovely Sunday evening, and most excellent Monday morning, my friends.
Have you ever seen a heart-shaped vagina? On an animal?
How gross are your feet?
Have you ever made your own music video?