Last week I ran 42 miles, did a teensy weensy bit of speed work and even managed to do a proper trail run AND a hill workout on the treadmill. It was a good week of trail race training and a GREAT week of not running in circles on the YMCA trail, which was getting a little tedious.
Here’s the long version in case you want to just scroll past it to the pictures.
Monday: I got to run 10 miles all by myself without the stroller because my parents were in town to watch Kenzie. I think they prefer it when I’m not there to hover over them and make sure they are playing with her exactly the way I play with her.
Tuesday: I went out to Eagle Creek Park with my long lost buddy Kate and we did a really good hour-long trail run, I’m guessing about six miles. Afterward (and this is unrelated to my training), we went to a dive bar across the street and drank Fire Rock Pale Ale from Kona Brewing and shots of Fireball Whisky. Completely coincidental on all the fire names, but so, so right.
Wednesday : I lifted weights at the gym in the morning. I’m still trying to stick with my at-least-two-non-running-workouts-a-week if for no other reason than it forces me to spend half an hour of my free time giving my legs a break from running. But I still can’t make a lifting workout last more than half an hour. IT’S BORING. On Wednesday afternoon I did a 5k time trial on the treadmill and finished in 24:19, which pleased me.
Thursday: I jogged to the gym with Kenzie, dropped her off at the child care and did four miles of level 10 hills on the treadmill at about 8:50 pace, pretending that was my goal half marathon pace. But if this race has level 10 hills, I’ll be happy with 9:30s.
Friday: I went to my strollerfit group in the morning and then ran about 4.5 miles in the afternoon. According to Daily Mile, my abs were still sore from Wednesday’s workout. Nothing else noteworthy happened.
Saturday: I ran three with the stroller, then dropped the kid off and did another seven by myself. This was really the only day I had to do circles around the Y trail. I wanted to do 12 miles but around my 4th circle I made a calculated decision to quit at 10. I celebrated my good decision with a bloody mary.
Sunday: I ran three slow miles with the stroller.
So, I like what I did last week but more importantly I like how I felt: 42 miles was a lot more manageable for me than 50 miles and allowed me to do those varied workouts without feeling wrecked by Jesus at the end of the week.
My ideal week would be another one just like this with 12 miles early on Saturday. (And two bloody marys instead of one.)