Monday: Rest Monday: 2-mile walk with D and the dogs
Tuesday: 3 Tuesday: Rest
Wednesday: 6 Wednesday: 3 @ 10:12
Thursday: 3 Thursday: Rest
Friday: Rest Friday: Rest
Saturday: 9 Saturday: 6 @ 10:58 + a lot of walking
Sunday: Cross Sunday: 9 @ 10:36
Total: 21 miles Total: 18 miles
Once again, I butchered the hell out of this week’s plan. That’s just what happens when work gets crazy, which it is, and which it will be for at least the next month. At the end of that month, it will either be better or much, much worse, but that’s a different post for a different day. Right now we’re talking about this week’s running.
Monday was a rest day, but it was also Labor Day, so that meant D was home. I sweet-talked him into going for a walk with me and the dogs.
Tuesday I didn’t get to run. Let me rephrase that. I didn’t WANT to run. When you work where I work, the day after a holiday is always a bitch. I worked late and came home mentally and physically drained and did not make running a priority.
Wednesday I had planned to do 6, but by the time I got ready to start the clouds were already rolling in. I decided I’d take the dogs out and then finish out the miles by myself. Bella and I did 1.5, and Harley and I just BARELY finished 1.5 before the storm was on top of us. We were watching the streak lightning get closer and closer the whole time we ran, It was moving a lot faster than I thought when we first headed out!
Thursday was another long shit-tastic day at work, and Friday it was hot and I just couldn’t get motivated to run when I knew it was going to be 20+ degrees cooler the next day.
So Saturday morning I ran an easy 6 to make that one up and then spent the rest of the day walking around at the lake and doing some shopping with my mom.
|It was especially pretty at the lake Saturday.|
I was actually looking forward to Sunday’s 9 since it was going to be in the 50s when I started running, but it didn’t really turn out as spectacular as I’d hoped. But I had just run 6 the day before and then spent the rest of the day on me feet, too, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that my legs were a little tired. And I still got hot toward the end. No, 66 isn’t hot, but we’re already determined I’m a cold-weather girl. Even so, this 9 was 30 secs/mile faster than last month’s 9 at approximately the same exertion level, so at least that’s progress.
Next week everything goes up. My 3-6-3 mid-week runs become 4-7-4 with a 14-mile long run. We’re getting into the meat of things now!!!