Monday: Rest Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4 Tuesday: Rest
Wednesday: 7 Wednesday: Rest (notice a pattern?)
Thursday: 4 Thursday: 7 @ 10:56
Friday: Rest Friday: 4 @ 11:18
Saturday: 15 Saturday: Rest
Sunday: Cross Sunday: 15 @ 11:07 + core and upper body strength
Total: 30 miles Total: 26 miles
So the week didn’t start off so great. Had I known on Monday what was going to go down on Tuesday and Wednesday, I wouldn’t have taken the scheduled rest day! But I didn’t, and as I was so wisely told, 4 miles ain’t gonna make or break me.
I had planned on running 4 miles right after work on Tuesday. Hell, I even made it as far as getting into my damn running clothes. But it just never happened. I had changed clothes at work while waiting for my last driver to return to the office (I can’t leave until I’ve cleared them.) only to get a phone call from her telling me she wasn’t going to get back in time for dispatch. So instead of running, I got to take her shit to the out-of-town hub. That made it after 6 when I got home. Still time to get in a run. And THEN, just as SOON as I got home and got dinner started, I got a text from my CSA buddy. (There’s another member here in town, and we rotate pickup duties so we don’t both have to drive out of town to the farm every week.) I had completely forgotten that she was picking up on Tuesday instead of Thursday this week. SHIT! So I turned the stove off and had to drive back to town again to meet her with my basket. That did me in as far as getting in a run on Tuesday.
Wednesday was another late day at work. We’re in the middle of a big national two-week audit/inspection thingie, and it’s just a pain in the ass. And I found out Wednesday I have interviews for SEVEN offices next week. Can we say OVERWHELMED???? I just didn’t have the energy to even think about running.
Thursday was no less stressful, but I was to the point where it was either run or check myself into the loony bin. So I ran. Seven solo, slow, nonstop miles. I had planned on doing four by myself then coming back to pick up the dogs for the last three. But when I finished four, I just REALLY didn’t feel like turning into my driveway or dealing with any animals. I was enjoying the quiet alone time, so I just kept going. You know I’m in bad mental shape when I opt to NOT spend time with an animal. But it was what I needed that night. I came home with a clear head and a smile for the first time all week.
I made it up to the dogs on Friday by taking them out for two miles apiece and letting them lead. We ran when they wanted to, stopped when they wanted to, and even ate a little deer poop. Well, at least Bella did, until I realized what she was doing.
Saturday I worked all day. I was only really required to be there about half the day, but I spent the other half in my office asshole deep in reports and figures and manuals trying to look over anything I think they might possibly ask me in these interviews. The long run was pushed to Sunday, and probably will be for the remainder of this training cycle. I just like it better that way anyway.
Sunday’s 15 were fucking glorious. And I’m not even being sarcastic when I say that. GLORIOUS. It was 45 degrees when I started, and even though it was a pretty hilly, challenging route (for me), I finished it at a pace I was happy with, felt strong the whole way, and ran fairly even splits (except miles 5, 9, and 13 were a little slower due to walking as I fueled. Funny how a great run has a way of coming around right when you need it the most…