Wow! I can’t believe it – this is the last full week of training before I leave for Prague! Sometimes it seems like training just started yesterday, and other times it feels like it has been going on forever. The goal this week was basically just to not injure myself. Good goal, right?
Monday, 4/24/17, barre3 video: We had pretty terrible weather on Monday, so I knew I’d be staying indoors for my cross training. An hour long barre3 video hit the spot and left me pretty sore! I think that’s probably a sign I need to do it more often.
Tuesday, 4/25/17, 9 miles: Ahh, those mid-week long runs! I opted to head to the Swamp Rabbit Trail after work today and get in my 9 miles. My stomach felt really bloated and full of water – I am pretty sure I looked like Santa Claus with my belly bouncing all the way down the trail. Nonetheless, the run ended up being fine besides that and I ended with 9:49 pace, including all the stops for road crossings. I’m good with that!
Spring time on the Swamp Rabbit!
Wednesday, 4/26/17, kickball tournament: The end-of-season kickball tournament is finally here! We were undefeated in the regular season and earned a first round bye, so we only had to play two games. I was so panicked three hours before the games started that I ended up taking my panic attack medication (Klonopin, for those in the know)…and it still barely took the edge off. For those of you who have taken Klonopin or something similar before and are wondering how I could possibly play kickball after taking it, this should give you some insight into a) the absurd ability of my body to metabolize medication and/or alcohol and b) how worked up I actually was. I ended up having really good games, but unfortunately, we lost in the final game. Weirdly, we somehow were still declared league champions because we had the best record overall? I don’t know how it works, all I know is we got the trophy and I didn’t injure myself. Success!
Everyone else is wearing our team jersey. I somehow missed the memo and am the only asshole wearing our championship shirt.
Thursday, 4/27/17, 5 miles: The weather was supposed to be nasty on Thursday, so I wasn’t sure when I’d be running, if at all. I thought I might have to switch things to Friday. I ended up being able to go at lunch, and I have to say…it was really refreshing to “only” do 5 miles. Lately, the shortest runs have been 6-7, so I felt like I barely ran at all. Overall pace was once again 9:49 and my splits were perfectly even, for a change.
Friday, 4/28/17, OFF: If I had had time to think about it, I might have tried to work out on Friday since I felt pretty well rested from the week. Too bad I had a deadline and was busy running around like a chicken with my head cut off instead.
Saturday, 4/29/17, 10 miles: Bobbi said she wanted me to run 10-13 miles at an easy pace and avoid injuring myself for my long run. I ran with my friend Pearce, who committed to doing 10 with me, and I figured I would probably end up adding on a few more miles. In truth, I definitely could have. I felt fine, I wasn’t tired, and my body didn’t hurt. I just didn’t feel like it. So, 10 miles it was, with an overall pace of 10:10. Turns out it’s a great thing that I stopped at 10, because 2 hours later, my back was KILLING ME. I have no idea what happened – I had no pain on my run. Just all of a sudden it hurt like hell. Perfect.
The best thing to come out of this training cycle has been new friendships and the strengthening of old ones. Pearce was so sweet and got me a card and necklace for finishing the end of training! I am so nice that I then stole flowers from her yard.
Sunday, 4/30/17, OFF: Oh good, my back still hurts! Hooray! Not like I have to run a marathon a week from today or anything…OH WAIT, I DO.
For the record, I’m actually not particularly stressed or anxious about my back. The thing about it is that it can change at any given time, as demonstrated on Saturday. I have a massage scheduled for this week and I will probably go to the chiropractor too, just for extra fun. There’s really nothing I can do about it and I won’t know how I will feel on race day until it’s actually here. So for now, all I can do is try not to make it worse!
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