(…aka welcome to the rollercoaster that is me when it comes to training for a marathon)
Tu: unplanned rest
Wed: 10.18mi @ 8:14 pace
This was unexpectedly amazing. My watch was buried under my jacket and glove so I ran by effort, and ended up with a surprisingly quick pace. Runner’s high was unbelievable for the rest of the day.
Th: 1.79mi @ 10:19 pace
Aaaaaaand the crash. Set out before work to get 8 miles done. At .8ish miles in, I had to turn around. Stabbing pain in the top of my foot; so sharp that it felt like my foot was breaking in half. Got home and was screaming every curse word I could think of in the hallway (I am delightful to live with, really). Extremely painful to flex my toes upward, and I honestly couldn’t (still can’t) believe this was happening.
Total: 11.97 miles
Overall: Fuck everyone and everything.
Tu: 6.24mi @ 9:40 pace
The previous afternoon was spent in a plane, and I woke up feeling cranky in the everything. I figured if four days off hadn’t left me feeling magical, I might as well just run. Took it nice and slow. Pain was manageable, but present.
Wed: XT (1hr on elliptical, alternating 3mins-hard effort/2mins-recovery)
Th: 5.55mi @ 9:40 pace
Sat: 17.17mi @ 8:29 pace
What the what? I have no idea what happened here. I went to my group long run because I missed my friends, and didn’t expect to be able to hang for any longer than 60-90 minutes. I had gotten home from my business trip at 2am the night before, and I didn’t bring any water or gels. Due to some miscommunication, the group wasn’t there when I arrived at the park, so I started on my own and surprisingly started running 8:20-8:30s. I ran into my friends and the pace dipped a bit to 8:50s, but it eventually picked back up closer to 8:20. Then they took off (they had started running at 7am, I didn’t show up until 9 due to my late night) and I decided hey … I’m feeling pretty good, I’ll just keep going. I finished out the last 8 miles at ~8:15 pace.
Total: 28.96 miles
Overall: I am confused and maybe I hate running.