Hello, it’s me.
It’s been about a month. Sorry about that. I wanted to post my training recaps weekly but my blog has taken a seat all the way to the bottom of the “things I want to do when I have 30 free minutes” list.
Training is just okay right now.
Week 8 was after the big 10-mile PR. The race took more out of me than I originally thought so I took a down week. I did a few easy runs and one long run of 12 miles.
Week 9 was the week that I got sick. Like fever, chills, fetal position, can’t lift my head, need help to the bathroom, can’t hold my baby kind of sick. I ran 5 miles that week.
Week 10 was better physically but took a toll on my ego. I ran a few easy runs during the week. Then came the weekend. I was signed up for a local half marathon and wasn’t sure how to use the race. Did I want to just run easy and make it a training run? No. Did I want to try to race? Yes. I knew better than to do this. I was sick the week before. I hadn’t done any meaningful speedwork in 3 weeks. But I tried anyway. I did a mile or so warmup, lined up, and took off. Within 60 seconds I knew that it was going to be an ugly day. The pace felt really hard. As soon as I hit the second mile marker, I started to slow way down and do what I should’ve done from the beginning. Take it easy. Make it a casual training run. But even when I slowed down, it still felt hard. Every single step of this race was a struggle for me. I didn’t want my music and I couldn’t get out of my own head. I wanted to quit. I saw my husband and my kids shortly after mile 10 and I just sat down on the curb with Jennie. I said, “Mommy is tired.” Jennie replied, “Do you need to take a nap?” YES, actually I would love a nap. Toddlers are so innocent and cute and smart. Ha.
The remainder of the race was interesting. I had given up by that point so I ran/walked myself to the finish line. I felt ok when I was running but I kept stopping for some reason.
I have some faith that it was just a bad day. I want a great race. I want the finish time I thought I could do after Jennie was born. It doesn’t come without work, though. I am going to put as much effort as I can into these final weeks of training. It’s not easy to get out there with a couple kids at home but training and racing makes me happy and a better mom (I think).