After last week’s weekly wrap and good recovery period after NYC Marathon, I was ready to tackle Houston Marathon training. I’m not really starting from week 1 because I’ve trained for NYC, but at first, it does seem to feel like starting from scratch.
Sunday night, we had our second kid down with the stomach bug, and I was up all night cleaning. Monday night, my parents were coming into town and boom. My oldest kid and I were both down with it that night.
I had every intention of getting up Wednesday to run, but slept in to catch up on all the sleep I had lost for two nights in a row.
Thanksgiving Day I did not do our local Turkey Trot because it started at 8, and we were having lunch instead of dinner so cooking had to be done early. Instead, I ran 8 miles very early with some friends and felt like things were back on track. Yay!
Lots of cooking and time on my feet resulted in a delicious meal, but I wasn’t fully recovered, so I didn’t get to enjoy the meal as usual.
Then everyone (my parents included) went to the football game. I wish the outcome was different, but it was fun to take my parents to their first college football game.
After Friday’s easy miles, I set out to do 18 on Saturday with my BRF–what was going to be the first long run since NYC. I was a little nervous about it, and ate a light breakfast and some coffee and took one gel before I started. The first few miles felt great, and it was a beautiful day.
I took a gel around mile 6, and then, somewhere along the way, I started feeling bad with some abdominal cramps and just couldn’t continue after about 9 miles. Normally, these gels don’t bother me, so I can only assume that my stomach wasn’t quite ready to handle stuff after the virus. I walked another mile to get back to the car called it a day. My BRF kept going. Womp womp. #fail. I was really down on myself with all kinds of names floating around in my head. With Houston looming 7 weeks away, how was I going to do this if I couldn’t finish 10 miles??
I normally take Sunday off. It’s kind of sacred to me to have that day as a rest. But, I also didn’t want to ditch the long run completely. So, I thought I could do 8 miles and cumulatively between both days, it would be 18 and be fine. I didn’t want to wake up too early, and I didn’t want to overdo it. All day Saturday, I waffled back and forth about running Sunday, so I thought I would just wing it and see how I felt.
I didn’t make a plan for Sunday. I didn’t have a route in my head or where to start. I got up when I felt like it. Drank a cup of coffee. No breakfast. No gel. Very unlike my usual MO. I headed straight out the door to my usual easy mile route which had a loop of 8, plus 1.5 miles running from my house. So, at a minimum, I was going to do 11 to get back home. I felt pretty good. I didn’t set out to do marathon pace, but just ran what felt comfortable and easy. After one loop of 8, I was at a point where I could have gone home. The wind was starting to pick up, but I forced myself to take another loop to see if I could get a few more miles. There are several turns you can take to make the loop 3, 4, 5, 6 mile loops, so I talked myself out of each turn and ended up doing another 8 mile loop and then turned to go home to get a total of 19. I did it and felt great. So it wasn’t a #fail after all. 🙂
That’s my week! Let’s hope this next week (which IS off to a good start) is better! Ever have a #fail of a week?