Planned Actual
Monday: Rest Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4 Tuesday: Rest
Wednesday: 7 Wednesday: 7 @ 10:17
Thursday: 4 Thursday: Rest
Friday: Rest Friday: 8.5 @ 11:19
Saturday: Rest Saturday: Rest
Sunday: Half-Marathon Sunday: 12 miles @ 11:39
Total: 28.1 miles Total: 27.5 miles
First of all, can I get a WOOT WOOT for a monthly personal distance record?! Previous record was 100.1 miles in October of 2010. This month ended at 112.5. Yeehaw!
Okay, moving on.
I didn't run Tuesday. After a long two days of interviews, I was wiped out.
I planned to take Wednesday's 7 slow and easy, but it ended up being faster than I intended. The funny thing is I didn't even realize it until I was done. I didn't have my contacts in and it was dark out, so I couldn't even see my Garmin. Or much of anything else, for that matter. Not an ideal running situation for a girl that trips over a crack in the sidewalk in broad daylight. Anyway, when I got back in the truck and put my glasses on, I was stoked to see the pace that I had just run at such a low exertion level. Hellloooooo fall!!!!!! (And this is just with it cooling down into the 70s! I run my best in temps under 50!)
Thursday was an exciting day, but it was after 7:00 by the time I got home, and I was starving, so I didn't run again.
On Friday afternoon I just couldn't stand the fact that I had missed 8 miles this week, so I decided to go for an easy 8-mile run. And then I looked at my monthly mileage. It was 92. Eight miles would put me at 100 miles flat. With a previous personal distance record of 100.1 miles. Aw HELL naw. I'll be DAMNED if I was gonna run anything less than 8.2!!! A super slow, super easy 8.5 miles put me at 100.5 for the month. I was all smiles the whole run because I knew I was in the process of setting a new PDR. I was also still basking in some very awesome news!
Sunday... oh, Sunday. The absolute BEST thing I can say about Sunday's long run is I found a dime on the sidewalk. I'm not even going to try to make excuses for this one. It's completely my fault. D and I went out for a celebratory dinner and drinks Saturday night. I know better than to drink the night before a long run, but you know what? Training runs are a dime a dozen. I'll run again next week, but I'll only have this reason to celebrate once! Wine trumped long run this week. I'm not sorry.
Labels: celebration, marathon training
