I have some cute baby photos down at the bottom of this but first you have to glaze over my training report and pretend to like it.
August was a rebuilding month. I spent the first two weeks cautiously conditioning and keeping my mileage on the low end and the last two weeks cautiously conditioning and getting my mileage back up into the “preferred weekly mileage” territory.
I ended up with 138 miles, which is pretty fair. For comparison:
|July||156.9 < — hurt mahself, LOL|
I made it through the month without having any more scary pain (a few non-scary twinges here and there but nothing that made me go OH FUCK STRESS FRACTURE).
Sidenote: last August was the first time I ever broke 100 miles, so happy 100mileversary to meeee in rainbow colors!!!!
Last week I ran 41 miles, including a trail run, a treadmill progression run, a couple of hilly stroller runs and that nine mile death march I told you about on Saturday.
|Monday||8/26/2013||AM Strollerfit + PM 5 (400/800/1200/800) @ 8:37 avg||5|
|Tuesday||8/27/2013||AM 1 stroller/6 solo + PM weights||7|
|Wednesday||8/28/2013||ECP trail run||5|
|Thursday||8/29/2013||2 stroller/6 TM progression @ 8:40 avg||8|
|Saturday||8/31/2013||4 stroller/5 solo death march @ 9:50 avg||9|
|Sunday||9/1/2013||AM stroller 4 @ 9:30 avg + PM stroller 3||7||week: 41|
I’m happy to report that the day after the death march was much, much better. I still didn’t get my 12 miles, but I did two stroller runs with Kenzie and felt so astonishingly better, I almost forgot about the death march. And I still have a month before the race, so I’m not flipping out.
Yesterday, I was all set to tell you guys how Kenzie had a much better night and was in a really good mood all day and even took a 2+ hour nap, which hasn’t happened in weeks. But I’m glad I held off because after that we had another rough night and I wouldn’t want to post anything unnecessarily optimistic on this blog.
She was up from midnight to 1 a.m., and then a few other times, she just let out this long, loud scream (in her sleep, I think) and went right back to bed. She was up for good at 5:30 this morning but since I went to bed at 9:30 myself, I feel like I actually got a full night of sleep. I put her in bed with me and we watched some tah-toons and everything was fine.
I think if I just lower the bar as far as sleep expectations go and resign myself to not sleeping, everything will seem more manageable. I thought I was entitled to more sleep, but it turns out I’m not! And like Kelly said a while back, Nobody cares if you’re tired. We’re all tired.
And now as promised, here are some pictures of Kenzie pretending to be all sweet and innocent.
Spinning pennies. It’s the only way we can ever finish a drink.
What did you do for Labor Day? Did you go to a fucking barbecue? PLEASE TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT.