Week 5 was a bit of a doozy. I was tired all week and felt like a hot mess.
Tuesday evening I hit the treadmill for my speed intervals. Within a few minutes, I knew it wasn’t happening. I cut my run way short and woke up early Wednesday morning to run before work. It was dark and the track was creepy, but I got my speed intervals done and hit up yoga that evening. In hindsight, I think this is where my week unraveled. Speed intervals + yoga 12 hours later + yoga 10 hours later = tired Megan with dead legs. I completely skipped my tempo run on Thursday. I was lazy, my legs were beat and running 8 miles sounded awful, so I sat on the couch, playing on Pinterest and fleshing out wedding ideas.
I took a complete rest day on Friday and couldn’t stop dwelling on my missed run. Everything started spiraling out of control in my head. I kept thinking about my perfectly crafted training schedule and that one missed run would certainly wreak havoc on the rest of my training plan. Suddenly 8 missed miles turned into 50, which quickly turned into 100, which then escalated into a crappy marathon. RIP sub 4 hour marathon.
Needless to say, my mind was a toxic place.
I woke up on Saturday and didn’t feel like running 15 miles. I slowly got ready and was 30-60 minutes behind schedule (folding my clothes and tidying the house = way more important than a LR). I checked my email before heading out, and Dad had sent me his Tennis Club’s monthly newsletter. He was the member of the month and had been interviewed for the feature story. The story talked a lot about Dad’s running, and it was fun to see our story written out (read the full article here).
It made me a smile, but more importantly, it reminded me why I do this. Why I continue to sign up for races and put myself through these training cycles, during which I’m ravenously hungry, have no social life, and have stupidly sore legs. It’s because it makes me feel alive, happy and proud. It’s because that no matter how much I sometimes dread my training runs, I love this sport and how it feels to cross the finish line after working my ass off for four months to prepare for that one race.
My legs were tight and the weather was crappy (rainy, cold and windy), but I made it through 15 miles and 7 miles the following day. And I stopped stressing about 8 missed miles.
Here’s how the rest of the week looked:
Tuesday: 1.4 miles + 15 minutes elliptical
Wednesday: 1.75 mile warm up (15:55) + 10×400 (7:06, 7:19, 7:10, 7:14, 7:45, 6:57, 7:00, 7:09, 7:00, 6:41) with 1-2 minute rest between sets. 2.1 mile cool down (19:42) – 7 total miles. + 75 minutes yoga
Thursday: 1 hour yoga
Saturday: 15 miles – 2:29:48 (9:49 pace)
Sunday: 7 easy miles – 1:13:49 (10:33 pace)
Totals: 30.4 miles + 2.25 hours yoga