I missed last week’s recap, so this week is two for the price of one. And when the price is free?! Well, that’s just quite the bargain, eh? In all honesty, I’m not feeling good about where my training is at these days, and I really have nobody to blame but myself. With everything I have going on right now, I don’t know that this was truly the best time to take on this kind of commitment, but at the same time, life is always crazy and there will always be a million things on my plate because I crave being busy and having a lot to do. I love having to-do lists that I can cross things off Running is feeling unbelievably and consistently challenging, and that’s just leaving me feeling frustrated and discouraged. Missing not one, but two, long runs in a row isn’t really helping my fleeting confidence, nor is my knee that’s been acting up again. That being said, this week, I am determined to get back on track. I’ve got a half marathon on Saturday, so I can’t miss my long run.
monday. 3 treadmill miles. I have no idea how long this took me because I was dumb and didn’t write it down.
tuesday. 7 miles (11:00 pace). I went out on the trail I used for almost all of my long runs when I was training for the Chicago Rock ‘n’ Roll Half last spring and haven’t used at all since the flooding this spring. It was nice to be back to some familiar sights, but oh man, was it windy!
wednesday. rest day.
thursday. 4 miles (10:02 pace). I ran around my sister’s neighborhood which is pretty hilly. I was quite proud of myself for dominating those hills with a strong pace and no walking breaks! This was hands down the highlight of these two weeks.
friday – sunday. Friday was a planned rest day. Saturday, I woke up with a migraine and though “no big deal, I’ll just get my run in tomorrow”. Then, I woke up Sunday with an even worse migraine. I’ll spare you the details, but there was no way on God’s green earth that I was running. I could barely make it off the couch.
monday. moving day. It wasn’t running, but hours of lifting and moving and carrying things was a fierce workout.
tuesday. 7 miles (12:08 pace). It was just a struggle all around. Once I started struggling mentally, it was game over. Usually I can fight through the mind games, but I couldn’t get past it this time. It was honestly the first time in this whole training cycle that I began to question if I could actually cross the finish line. Oh, and this happened:
Tonight's run was lousy enough, but got way worse when some jerks called me fat ass as they drove by. Hurt more than it should.
— Mindy Nienhouse (@grmindyjean) August 21, 2013
It hurt at the time, then it just pissed me off. Those are fighting words, my friends.
wednesday. 30 minute walk. I was going to get a bike ride in, but by the time I got done at the grocery store and finished cooking, the sun was setting. I’m not familiar enough with all the streets in my new neighborhood to go out at night, so I opted for an early night in bed.
thursday. 4 miles (11:34 pace). More hills, this time in my new neighborhood. I had no idea there were some solid hills, so that was an unexpected surprise! I was reminded that I don’t live in the city anymore, particularly when I passed a large pond with lots of ducks and a horse grazing nearby.
friday - sunday. Again, Friday was a planned rest day. This weekend, it was sinus headaches that I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried.
So, there we have it. I’m definitely not feeling good at all about where I’m at, but I just keep reminding myself that my goal for the marathon is simply to finish. As much as I have a time I would love to see on the clock, I will be thrilled no matter how long it takes me. I’ve got eight weeks left in this training cycle and I am dedicating myself one hundred and fifty percent to this race. I want that finish line so bad I can taste it and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen.