In week 12, I was a slave to the dreadmill. But it kept me in line with my paces even though I wanted to go faster. This week I headed outside. Oops.
My slowest run was my actual scheduled tempo run--slowest probably because I ran on the dreadmill.
moved my schedule around so that I am actually running my 20 miler
tomorrow. Which means that this week ended up looking pretty paltry
mileage-wise if we are looking at the Monday-Sunday thing. But next
week I will top out at 40 miles even though I will technically begin my
taper. Not sure when I'll be able to squeeze my 12-miler in. It might
have to happen before I work on Sunday. Bleh!
Monday: Plan was 5 @9:10 easy, Actual was 5 in 7:39, 7:26, 7:20, 7:22, 7:10
Wednesday: Plan was 7 tempo with 5 @7:50, Actual was 1 warm-up mile at 9:30ish, 7:47, 7:41, 7:35, 7:30, 7:24, 1 mile cool down at 9:13
Friday: Plan was 5 @9:10 easy, Actual was 7 in 7:31, 7:24, 7:23, 7:19, 7:17, 7:18, 6:55
tacked on 2 extra miles on Friday because in switching my days around, I
might lose the recovery miles I was to run post-20 miles. And because I
was taking an extra day off...
Monday's run was very
enjoyable. I found myself thinking that during the summer I was
beginning to think that I wasn't capable of having buttah runs any more. Something always felt twingy and it was hot and it always felt so hard. Probably because I was still trying to run sub-8 miles in 90 degree weather.
it was pleasantly coolish outside and I felt all yay-I-love-fall! The
dogs loved that I decided to hang outside for a bit after I got home
because it was so lovely out.
tempo run was pretty good too. It felt relatively easy. I know I've
made small steps downward in my speed over time and I reflected on my
progress. A 9 minute mile for an hour was my old norm. Now I'd feel
comfortable running sub-8 with the same amount of effort. Cool!
run was the best I'd had in a long, long time. I headed out when it
looked like the rain had cleared out for awhile. The forecast was wrong
though and I spent the first half of my run in the rain. I was wearing
short sleeves and capris and it was pretty chilly in the mid 40s with
pelting rain. I had my Garmin turned backwards on my wrist partly to
protect it and partly to not look at it.
I tested out my
new BQ Attempt Playlist and smiled every time a new song played. And I
tested out my not-so-scientific theory that smiling mid-run when the
elation begins to fade is guaranteed to give a minimal 10 second boost.
remember hearing during the last winter Olympics that Apolo Ohno yawns
on purpose before he races in order to get more oxygen. I have no idea
if there is any scientific merit behind this, but I do occasionally yawn
mid-run on purpose. Sometimes these little mental games have more
power than we think!
When I finished my run and tapped the
stop button on my Garmin, I did a double-take. An actual,
double-take. I couldn't believe how fast I had been going it and it
felt fluid and good. I knew I was putting in the effort towards the
end, but I was shocked how fast my pace was in the beginning. Guess rain
and cold makes this wuss run fast.
You can't tell how dreary it is from the blinding purple of my shirt in this picture, but it was yucky:
in the layperson world (when I'm not a running superhero), I have been
gathering new inspiration from a small number of Grandma's cookbook
collection. She is almost 91 and moved into a nursing home last month. I
feel kind of sad that this part of her life she will never get to go
back to, but I am happy to carry her torch:
love of cooking and baking definitely is in my blood. I made one of my
favorite slow-cooker meals today--it simmered away while I was slaving
away at work.
Five-spice pork wraps anyone?:
am trying to think of ways I can smuggle my favorite beer to Rehoboth
as it appears for only a few short weeks in the winter around here, but
it's kind of hard when you are doing the carry-on thing. Guess I'll
just have to save one (boo!) for when I get back:
Oh you didn't see enough cute dog pictures in this post....?
I have happen to have a few extras lying around:
To the long run rest I go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!