St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 17

Planned                                           Actual

Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  4                                      Tuesday:  Rest
Wednesday:  3                                 Wednesday:  4.5 @ 11.02
Thursday:  4                                     Thursday:  Eating this much really should qualify as x-training
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday: 3 @ 9:46
Saturday:  8                                     Saturday:  8 @ 9:48 + 0.7 @ 10:53
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  4 @ 11:18
Total:  19 miles                                 Total:  20.2 miles

Ah, so this is what a taper done correctly feels like!  To be as tired as I was just a week and a half, two weeks ago, I’ve got energy to burn now.  I mean just look at that 8 miler!  That was a sweet note to end a training cycle on.  I was just cruising and I felt like I could have gone all day.  HUUUUUUUUGE difference from two years ago when I was training for Vegas.  Just out of curiosity, I looked back in my log to see how my last long run was back then.  It was 9 miles at an 11:12 pace, and in the notes I mentioned that I felt tired and heavy.  (And as a side note, I was four pounds heavier.)  While I still don’t feel like I’m ready, I’m a hell of a lot more prepared than I was two years ago!

So now we’re entering the final countdown.  This week will only be three runs of 3, 2, and 2 miles.  There’s no point in even talking about that, so this will be my final St. Jude Marathon Training recap post.   Six more sleeps until Race Day!!!!  Does this look like the face of someone ready to run a marathon???  Let’s hope so!

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St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 16

Planned                                           Actual

Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  2 mile walk
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  5.1 @ 11:00
Wednesday:  4                                 Wednesday:  Rest
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  4 @ 11:17
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday: Rest
Saturday:  12                                    Saturday:  12 @ 10:35
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  5.2 @ 10:00
Total:  26 miles                                 Total:  26.3

I can sum this week up in two words.  I’M TIRED.

Maybe that means I did it right?  Maybe after 15 weeks of training culminating with a 20-miler is SUPPOSED to leave you feeling like this?

My legs felt surprisingly good after Sunday’s 20-mile shitfest.  I took Harley out for a two-mile walk (We have strict orders for rest for poor Bella.  We’re trying to avoid surgery, but it’s looking like it’s inevitable.) just to kind of stretch them out a bit, and that felt nice.

I felt kind of off on Tuesday’s 5.  I really didn’t feel sore.  Just… clumsy.  Awkward.  Sluggish.  Tiiiiiiiired.  I thought maybe taking another rest day would help with the tired feeling, but no.  It’s been all I could do just to get through the work days.  But I went back at it on Thursday anyway and slogged through 4 miles, and then I was asleep by 8:30.

After taking another rest day Friday, I finally felt a little better Saturday and had a little more energy.  I made it through the 12 at a 10:35 pace.  I felt pretty great during the run, but afterwards the tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks again.  After showering I fell asleep on the couch and slept for a couple of hours, and and I still had to stop at Starbucks for a jolt just to make it through our evening out that night.  SO DAMN TIRED.

Today’s 5.2 was actually the best run of the week, so maybe I’m on the up and up.  I’m eager to continue cutting the mileage back this week.  Hopefully that’ll help with my energy level!

Taper madness?  PSHT!  This is my favorite part!

St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 15

Planned                                           Actual

Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  5 @ 9:20 (No, that is NOT a typo!)
Wednesday:  5                                 Wednesday:  Got my hur did
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  5.1 @ 11:21 (1% incline)
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  Rest
Saturday:  20                                    Saturday:  Rest
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday: 20 @ 11:26
Total:  35 miles                                 Total:  30.21 miles

I don’t know what the hell got into me on Tuesday.  I just felt like runnin’.  (Tell the truth, you read that in Forrest Gump’s voice, didn’t you?)  Considering that I had just run 19 miles two days before, I was SHOCKED that my legs felt that awesome.  Splits were 9:26, 9:27, 9:30, 9:08, 9:08.  What?!

Wednesday I didn’t run because I was busy getting beautified after work.

Thursday was a slow, easy 5.1 on the treadmill.  I set the speed to 5.3, the incline to 1.0, the TV to Big Bang Theory, and just ran.

I had planned on making up Wednesday’s missed mileage on Friday, but when I got off work Friday evening, I was just beat.  Plain and simple.  Exhausted.  Not an ounce of energy left in me, and knowing that I had to get up early the next morning and do it all over again, I bailed.  Friday night was a pizza/ass planted on couch night.  Saturday was no more productive.  I briefly considered running my missed 5 miles on Saturday but then thought better of it knowing that I had 20 coming up the next day.

Ugh… the 20-miler… The story of Sunday’s 20-miler is here.

So I guess it’s all downhill from here.  I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.  My training is basically done, but I don’t feel like I’m trained well enough.  Sure, I’ll survive the 26.2 miles, but I’ve already done that once.  I don’t want to just survive it again.  I have a time goal this time, and I’m worried that I’m not well enough trained to meet that goal.  I guess we’ll find out soon enough…  for now, IT’S TAPER TIME!

The End.

Okay, maybe it’s not the end yet, but I feel like in a lot of ways the training cycle is pretty much over after you hit the last long run.  Some refer to it as the punctuation mark at the end of a training cycle.

My 20-miler was this morning.  It was more of a SERIES of punctuation marks… $#%@!!!!!!!!

The wind whipped my ass all over town this morning, and it was much warmer than I’ve gotten used to the past few long runs.  When you combine those two things, it did not equal a very pleasant long run for me at all.

I probably could have handled the temperature (66 and the sun disappeared after about mile 10), but that wind… OMG.  It was brutal.  I was maintaining a decent pace, but I was having to put forth soooo much effort to do so.  If I had been smarter (and more humble), I would have just kept my exertion level where it usually is during a long run and just let the wind slow my pace down.  But I didn’t, and I ended up hitting a wall at about mile 16.  I stopped dead in my tracks, leaned over and put my hands on my knees, fought back tears, and seriously considered laying down in the road in front of the next passing semi.  I eventually started back up, but I changed my route and headed home.  I made it back to the house at mile 17.5 with plans of finishing up the last 2.5 on the treadmill.  After getting something to drink, I hopped on.  I just didn’t have it.  I felt weak and heavy and tired, and I just. didn’t. have it.  I paused it after one mile.  A less stubborn person would have called it a day, but not this ol’ girl.  I decided to just rest a few minutes and maybe get some more calories in me.  I made my usual post-long run protein smoothie and sat down to rest.  Well, when I stopped moving I got COLD, so I did what any normal person would do–pulled off my sweaty shirt and bra and covered up with a blanket on the couch while I had my smoothie and watched Andy Griffith.  Next thing I knew, it was almost 12:00 and D was waking me up asking me what the hell I was doing asleep half nekkid on the couch.  It’s a good thing he’s used to me doing random off-the-wall shit like that.  Well, it’s amazing what that smoothie and that 45-minute break did for me.  I got back on the treadmill (after I put on a bra, obviously) and finished up the last 1.5 at a faster pace than I had run all day, bringing the total to 20 miles, with energy to spare.

I’m really trying not to dwell on it too much, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad that this training cycle ended on such a shitty note.  Isn’t there an old saying in theater that if the dress rehearsal is a disaster then opening day will be perfect?  Well, if that’s the case I’ll be qualifying for Boston in three weeks!

St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 14 – I’M BACK!!!

Planned                                           Actual

Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  5 miles @ 10:54 + 10 minutes high-resistence spin
Wednesday:  5                                 Wednesday :  5 miles  @ 10:41
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  Rest
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  3.1 miles @ 10:55
Saturday:  19                                    Saturday:  2 miles @ 10:22 + core and upper body
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday: 19 @ 11:23
Total:  34 miles                                 Total:  34.1 miles

Rather than resuming the regularly scheduled program, I decided to pick up where I left off pre-leg pain.  If I had picked up where I left off, that would have only put my long run at 12 miles this week, and since October 14th was my last LONG run of 18 miles (followed by 13.1 and then no long run the next two weeks), I just really felt like I needed a long run.  Mentally as much as physically.

I took all of my runs super easy this week, still trying to get my quad back to 100%.  I did a lot of my miles on the treadmill this week too for the sole purpose of avoiding hills.  Running downhills seemed to bother the ol’ leg more than anything else, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t aggravate anything.

Tuesday it still hurt pretty bad to run, but I had it in my head that I wanted to run to make it hurt so that hopefully the sports ortho could easily pinpoint the cause of the pain at my appointment the next day.  So I hopped on the treadmill and decided to run as long as I had to to make it hurt.  But to my surprise, the longer I ran the better it felt.  So I cancelled my ortho appointment and instead went to my chiropractor.

Wednesday I ran outside after the chiropractor worked his magic, and that’s when I discovered that downhill running still kind of hurt, so I took Thursday off and then took to the treadmill again for Friday’s run.  I cut that run short anyway because I was just exhausted, and made up the additional mileage on Saturday morning.  All of those runs were positively uneventful and not noteworthy in any way.

And, in all honesty, the same can be said for Sunday’s 19.  Which in my opinion is a GOOD thing!  Everybody likes uneventful long runs.  That means nothing went awry, right?!  I did get super bored though.  Good God, I’m glad I only have one more long run.  I’m running out of things to think about.  The only thing out of the ordinary that happened Sunday was that I could feel a hot spot on the ball of my left foot that I knew would be a blister if I let it go, so I stopped the “out” portion of my out-and-back so I could get back to the house and take care of it.  By the time I got back, a blister was just starting to form.  I changed socks and hopped back on the treadmill to finish out the last four miles.  As far as the pain goes, I was still pretty aware of the thigh for the first several miles, but somewhere around mile 10 it hit me–“Hey!  I don’t feel anything!”  It felt completely normal.  And now, as of about three hours after finishing the run, it feels good as new.  I’m still gonna follow-up with my chiropractor tomorrow for one more myofascial release session just for good measure, but at this point I am deeming myself REHABILITATED!

See?!  34.1 of the most boring miles ever!  But you know what?!  At least I ran 34.1 boring miles!  Much better than last week!  WOOHOO!

Warning Shot

Dear Running Gods,

I know I have no one but myself to blame for being where I am now.  I have forsaken the strength- and cross-training.  I run with bad form and have made no attempt to correct it.  But if you’ll PLEASE get me to the start line in 32 days, I’ll do better–I PROMISE!

Faithfully yours,

Pam

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I’m not down for the count yet.  I feel like this injury was my body firing a warning shot.  My chance to make things right before shit got REAL bad.

Let’s back up a few days, shall we?  When I last left you on Sunday, I was feeling pretty good about things.  I had just run one mile, and I told you it wasn’t painful.  Welllllllll, I spoke too soon.  Just like last Sunday after the half-marathon, the pain got worse as time went on.  I wasn’t quite back at square one, but I was definitely in more pain than I was before I ran.  It was back to where it hurt to walk again.  But I did as I said I would do.  I iced and rested Sunday night and Monday, so by yesterday it felt some better.

I knew had an appointment scheduled with the sports orthopedist (the one I saw almost exactly two years ago for my IT band when I was deep into marathon training) today, so last night I had a brilliant idea:  Run.  Make it hurt.  Make it easy for the doctor to pinpoint where the pain is coming from.  So I ran.  And I ran some more.  And the pain got better.  So I kept running.  And it got even better.  Still there, but better.  So I kept running.  Before I knew it, I had run five miles and I was in less pain than I had been in for over a week. I stepped off the treadmill expecting to feel that familiar stab when my feet touched the ground and… nothing.

Just for good measure, mostly because I know how much biking benefited me last week, I hopped on the spin bike and set it to high resistance and pedaled for 10 minutes.  When I got up, my legs felt like Jello, but there was no pain.  All evening long, no freaking pain.

I didn’t know what to do.  I was so confused.  I fell asleep last night wondering, “Do I keep my sports ortho appointment?  I KNOW it’s not a stress fracture now.  I hate to drive an hour and a half for someone to tell me I’ve strained a muscle.  I’ll cancel.  But then what if I cancel and it starts hurting when I run again tomorrow night?! ARGH!”  I made up my mind to decide in the morning.

Well morning came, and when I got up I felt a twinge.  Nothing anywhere near what I had been feeling though, so I decided to cancel the out-of-town sports appointment and call my local chiropractor.  He got me in this afternoon.  After talking with him about where the pain was, how it came on, etc., he decided I’d benefit from some myofascial release.

If I had known what he was about to do to me, I probably would have climbed out the window when he stepped out of the room while I changed into shorts.

O.

M.

G.

I didn’t know it was possible for a small piece of metal to inflict that much pain upon a person.  He said that’s how we knew it was working.  It’s like taking foam rolling to the next, more excruciating level.  Then he hooked me up to the electrical stimulation thing and was all, “That was fun!  Let’s do it again in a few days!”

I got the green light to continue training, instructions to foam roll the heck out of it, and an appointment for torture session round 2 on Monday morning at 0715.

St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 13

Planned                                           Actual

Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  Rest
Wednesday:  5                                 Wednesday:  Core and upper body
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  20 min spin
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  30 min spin
Saturday:  19                                    Saturday:  30 min walk, core and upper body
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  60 min spin, 1 mile run
Total:  34 miles                                 Total:  1 mile
Yep, you read that right.  It’s not a typo.  ONE MILE.  I’ve been doing this recovery shit by the book.  And, thank God, I think it’s paid off.  I didn’t make it to my acupuncture appointment on Friday.  I couldn’t get away from work, so I had to call and cancel.  And unless the pain comes back full-force when I run on Tuesday, then I’ll be cancelling my sports orthopedic appointment for Wednesday as well.  I may have jumped the gun on scheduling those.  It’s funny how runners’ minds work.  Instead of, “Hmmm… something feels off.  Maybe I need to take a few rest days,” we immediately jump to, “OMG, MY LEG IS GONNA FALL OFF!!!!  I WILL NEVER RUN AGAIN!!!!”

I got on the spin bike Thursday to see if biking would hurt it, and it didn’t.  I only went for 20 minutes that first time because, even though it didn’t hurt while I was doing it, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to hurt when I got up and tried to walk.  It didn’t.  If anything, it helped.  So I went a little longer and a little harder the next day, and then really kicked my own ass with the bike today.

Hey, just because I can’t run, that doesn’t mean I can’t get a good sweat on!

I have to admit something.  A part of me has enjoyed the week off from running.  Yes, I’m ready to get back at it, but rather than fretting over the missed training this week, I’ve savored the extra leisure time.  I came home from work and didn’t have to get in a hurry for anything else all evening.  It’s been kinda nice.  I’ve even had time to start reading a book, for Pete’s sake!

But it’s back at it tomorrow.  I did one slow test mile on the treadmill just to see how it felt after I finished spinning today.  I was still aware of it, but it wasn’t truly painful, ya know?  I hope that means it’s almost there.  I’ll rest it the remainder of today and continue with the intermittent icing, then Monday starts off the new week with another rest day, so hopefully those two additional days will have me ready to roll on Tuesday.  Fingers crossed for pain-free running this week!

St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 12

Planned                                           Actual
Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  5 miles (1.8 naked with dogs, 3.2 on the treadmill)
Wednesday:  8                                 Wednesday:  5 miles @ 11:27 (treadmill)
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  8 miles @ 11:00
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  Rest
Saturday:  13                                    Saturday:  Rest
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  13.2 miles @ 9:39
Total:  31 miles                                 Total:  31.2

Man, I really felt last week’s mileage catch up to me early on this week.  I was so sore on Monday following Saturday’s 5K followed by Sunday’s 18.  I was still kind of stiff on Tuesday, but not to the extent that it was gonna keep me from running.  It was pretty late when I was finally able to get started, so I just clipped leashes to both dogs and ran them until we ran out of daylight, which was only a couple of miles.  I was hoping to be able to make that 1.8-mile loop twice with them, but such is autumn.  Why can’t we have cool temps AND long days???  The best of both worlds… It’s a shame to have such beautiful weather and no daylight to enjoy it in!  I finished up the 5 on The Machine.
Wednesday called for 8, but that didn’t happen.  As soon as I got in from work I turned on the game (Cards/Giants playoffs), which was already in the 5th inning.  I watched just a little bit before the rain delay.  I ended up just running 5 on The Machine during the break.  I feel like I’m really getting my money’s worth out of that thing already.

Thursday I was hellbent on running outside.  I drove into town as soon as I got off work and got started.  I felt okay.  For a mile or two.  And then I didn’t feel so okay anymore.  I kept a nice steady pace right where I wanted it (I was very intentionally keeping all my runs easy this week, for recovery purposes as well as saving my legs for RnR St. Louis.), but I felt like I was running through quicksand.  With ankle weights on.  And a weighted vest.  I started doing math while I was running… Saturday 5.1.  Sunday 18.  Tuesday 5.  Wednesday 5.  Thursday 8.  No fuckin’ wonder my legs were tired!  That’s 41.1 miles in 6 days!  I know that’s nothing to some of you guys, but for me that’s A LOT.  Too bad my training weeks are calculated from Monday to Monday rather than Saturday to Saturday.  I don’t even get to claim that as a PDR!

And then Sunday was the Rock n Roll St. Louis Half, which gets a post of its own!

PEAK WEEK! St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 11

Planned                                           Actual
Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  5                                      Tuesday:  5.1 @ 9:32 + 10 min moderate spin
Wednesday:  8                                 Wednesday:  8 miles @ 11:35
Thursday:  5                                     Thursday:  Rest
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  Rest
Saturday:  18                                    Saturday:  5k @ 8:37 + 2 @ 11:21
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  18 @ 11:38
Total:  36 miles                                 Total:  36.2 miles

Monday was a federal holiday, so I was off work.  I guess TECHNICALLY it was a rest day since I did no deliberate exercise of any sort, but the day was anything but restful. I’ve been so behind here at home and have neglected the domestic duties for entirely too long.  I worked on this house all. damn. day.  Well, until approximately 3:30, when I decided it was time to start drinking beer and watching baseball.  Of note, my legs felt fantastic following my 17 miles the previous day.  A little tired, hammies just a tad tight, but very, very little actual soreness, all of which was completely gone by the next morning.

Tuesday was one beast of a day at work.  It always is on the day after a federal holiday.  I was on my feet all day, so I really didn’t expect to have much pep in my step by the time I got around to running.  I kind of surprised myself by running a 9:29 average for 5 miles (followed by a super slow jog the remaining 0.1 mile back to my driveway, bringing the average down to 9:32).  The most exciting part about this is that I didn’t feel like I was out there killing myself.  It was just a good, solid tempo run.  The fastest I’ve ever run 5 miles was at a 9:26 pace, and that was back in March, after training all winter long.  I find it pretty exciting that I’m going into this winter, having done NO SPEEDWORK WHATSOEVER since the spring, already as fast as I came out of last winter.  Maybe there really is something to this running slow and not taking the summer off stuff.

And speaking of running slow… that’s exactly what I did on Wednesday.  I mean sloooooooooow.  Intentionally.  My legs were pretty tired.  They were more tired after Tuesday’s faster 5 than Sunday’s slow 17.  Or maybe it was a combination of the two.  So I took it painfully slow on Wednesday.  I kept it at a pace where I was able to sing with my iPod.  I felt like it took forever, but at least I entertained myself.  And probably everyone else within earshot.

I took Thursday and Friday off (despite the fact that my legs were telling me they really wanted to run Friday afternoon) in preparation for Saturday’s 5K, which you can read about here.  Afterwards I could feel everything tightening up a little bit, so I hopped on the treadmill for another slow, easy 2 to try to loosen up.  I needed those 2 anyway to fully make up the skipped 5-miler from Thursday.

I knew ahead of time that Sunday’s 18 was going to be tricky.  First of all, I had to be sure I got up and got started super early.  Like before daybreak early.  It was my Mom’s birthday, and we had made a lunch date in a city about halfway between us.  So in order for me to get in 18, get cleaned up, and make it to our lunch date, I had to start out on the treadmill.  Second, I figured I would be sore from the 5K.  And third, they were predicting thunderstorms.  I knew as soon as I woke up that it was gonna be ugly.  My calves, quads, and hamstrings were all sore, but I put on my compression socks and hoped for the best.  I started at 6:00 and planned to do 6 on the mill and then take it outside.  The first 6 were okay.  I put The Machine on 5.3 (11:19 pace) and found Home Improvement on TBS.  Good enough.  First 6 were fairly uneventful (aside from being painful) and went by fairly quickly.  I peeked out the window and, yeah, it was daylight, but I could see dark clouds.  I checked the radar before heading out and knew there was no way I could get 12 in before the red stuff got to us.  Rather I decided to shoot for 6 but decided I’d better do it in two 1.5-mile out-and-backs so I was never too far from home, just in case.  Good move.  I was just finishing up the first one, about 100 yards from the house, when the bottom fell out.  Back to the mill I went.  The storm seemed to be moving pretty fast, though, so I was hoping it would blow on over and I could still do the majority of what was left outside.  Psht.  Wishful thinking.  Finally after another 6 miles, it looked like it was trying to let up a little bit.  I decided to wait it out.  I just couldn’t stand the thought of getting back on that treadmill for another second.  I had never run more than 5 miles on one before.  Today’s 12 nearly did me in mentally.  After a few minutes, I decided it was as good as it was gonna get and I couldn’t wait anymore.  My legs were already screaming at me, and the longer I waited the more stiff they got, so I headed outside.  The first 1.5 were great!  And then I turned around.  The 25 MPH winds that had been at my back were now kicking me square in the teeth.  That was just the icing on today’s shit cake.  So, as bad as the treadmill sucks, it was a total savior today.  There’s no way I would have ever got my miles in today without it!

As I sit here about 12 hours after finishing the run, I’m clad with a fresh pair of compression socks and reeking of Biofreeze.  Overall I feel pretty good.  No injury-type pain, but my quads are incredibly sore.  I’m happy to have my peak week behind me (the midweek mileage drops the weeks of my 19- and 20-milers!), and am now looking forward to RnR St. Louis next weekend!  Moving right along!

St. Jude Marathon Training: Week 10

Planned                                           Actual
Monday:  Rest                                 Monday:  Rest
Tuesday:  4                                      Tuesday:  8 @ 10:15
Wednesday:  8                                 Wednesday:  Rest
Thursday:  4                                     Thursday:  3.4 miles naked with dogs
Friday:  Rest                                     Friday:  2.6 @ 10:47
Saturday:  17                                    Saturday:  2 @ 10:53
Sunday:  Cross-train                        Sunday:  17 miles @ 11:08 + a bonus 0.5 miles
Total:  33 miles                                 Total:  33.5 miles

Tuesday evening when I started my run, I wasn’t sure how far I was going to go.  The plan called for 4, but I knew that Tuesday was going to be the easiest day for me to get my 8 in.  I just wasn’t sure if my legs would be down with that since I had just run 8.5 on Friday and 12 on Sunday.  I figured I’d just play it by ear and took off.  I ran the first mile as a warm-up and knew immediately I’d be going for 8.  I felt pretty damn great.  I kind of treated it as a fartlek.  (hehehe)  I’d run fast for one song, slow for one song, fast one song, slow one song.  It was fun!  It made it FLY by.  I definitely could have kept going for a good while.  It makes me happy that I’m putting in the mileage I’m putting in and still have fresh legs.  I NEVER would have thought it.

Thursday’s run was all about clearing my head.  I didn’t even wear my Garmin.  The last thing I wanted to see Thursday was more numbers.  I had been looking at spreadsheets and numbers all day long.  I only know how far we went because I know from my neighbor’s driveway to the end of the road is 0.85 miles and we did that twice, there and back.

Friday after I got off work I went to look at a treadmill I had seen on Craigslist that I thought may be a pretty good deal.  For the price I wasn’t expecting much.  The model had good reviews, but I didn’t know what kind of shape it may be in.  I didn’t go out there with plans of bringing it home, but when I saw it I was really surprised.  I played with it there at their house for a few minutes and left to go get some cash and my husband with his truck.  I goofed around on it for 2.6 miles Friday night, just tinkering with all the settings and whatnot.  I still can’t believe I bought a damn treadmill.  I hate those damn things.  I hate it so much that I got up and played with it for 2 more miles on Saturday morning before I went to work.

I was kind of nervous about Sunday’s long run of 17 miles.  During training for my first (and only other) marathon, it was during the 16-miler that my knee first started bothering me.  I was worried that history would repeat itself.  I left the house with two sticks of Clif Shot Bloks and 32 oz of Nuun around my waist.  It was a chilly, cloudy 45 degrees when I started.  I was downright COLD in my shorts and tee for the first couple of miles.  I LOVED IT!  I’ve been waiting all summer to say “BRRR!” on a run!  I planned to walk and fuel at miles 4, 8, 11, and 14, and I stuck to the plan like glue.  And once again it worked like a charm.  The run is what everyone hopes for a long run to be–uneventful.  Sooooooooo much better than last week’s hungover sorry excuse for a long run.

When I got home, I went through my typical post-run routine of drinking a Vega recovery accelerator and  protein shake while I sat out on the back deck watching the dogs play in the backyard.  I returned a phone call I missed while I was out running, and while I was on the phone I grabbed my laptop to log my long run.  After I did, I noticed that 17 miles put me at 699.5 miles for the year.  That number gnawed at me a little bit, but I let it be… until I saw that my weekly mileage record was 33.2 miles.  I knew I had just beat my weekly TRAINING mileage of 31 miles, but the week of the actual marathon back in Dec of 2010, I ran 33.2 miles.  I couldn’t handle it.  I did what any sane person would have done.  I put my shoes back on and hopped on my new treadmill.

700 miles for the year (only 10 miles short of my highest yearly mileage of 710 in 2010) and 33.5 miles for the week.  I couldn’t be any happier with where I’m sitting right now.  I WILL hit my 1,000-mile goal for this year, and I WILL break 5 hours on December 1st.  Or die trying.