Post-Marathon Week 2 is done. I had 24 miles of running and felt good. A little nagging foot soreness, but nothing too bad. MUCH better than my first marathon recovery last December. I didn’t do any speed work or hills, but tried to do moderate effort on two days to see where I was. Everything felt pretty good. It was a long week of single parenting and really non-stop going right after I got off the plane from NY. I didn’t get much sleep and was really feeling it (and wow, I was cranky and down). I’ve caught up on sleep now, thank goodness.
Here’s my week:
Monday: Easy 5
Tuesday: 5 miles
Thursday: 5 miles
Saturday: 10 miles with 9:00/min average pace.
So a couple of weeks ago, my BRF and I were running, going at a pretty great pace because it was my last run before NYC. We were chatting and enjoying our run on campus, which at that time of the morning is not busy at all. Two women we both know had caught up to us (so clearly going faster than us). After they caught up to us, they keep getting closer to us from behind, but not passing us. I thought it was weird. It was as if we were in a race packed with people and they had no choice. BUT, there were no other people around, no cars, plenty of road and sidewalk room on both sides, and yet they pressed closer to our backs. We kept talking and then one of the women interrupted our conversation with a question to me. My BRF and I had about a person width between us because we don’t like to knock elbows while we run, and this woman ran right in between us. I thought it was odd and rude. What do you think? I conducted an informal poll and people seemed to feel the same way. It irked me, but then eventually, I didn’t think anything of it.
The week after I got back, it wasn’t an issue because I ran by myself.
Then, this week, my BRF and I were running again together and talking, and these same two women caught up to us again but they were with a couple of other people that we know as well. This time, we weren’t striving for any pace, they were going faster or wanted to, so with plenty of road and sidewalk space, I kept waiting for them to pass on one of the sides. Nope. They kept pressing closer and closer (uncomfortably close) and talking loudly right behind us so it was hard for our conversation to continue. Finally, when we reached another road, they passed us (probably because we decided to slow down). The same woman asked me a question.
It really bugged me this time. What do you think?
That’s my week. Houston Marathon training starts tomorrow…gulp.
I’m linking with Holly and Tricia for the Weekly Wrap-up!
Hard to believe this race is in the rearview mirror!
First and foremost, thanks to everyone for all the messages, texts, well wishes during the training and the race. Knowing that I have the love and support of so many people means so much to me. I also want to thank my training group, the Brazos Valley Runegades, and my BRF, Lesley, for training with me during a very, very long 20 week training cycle in what was one of the hottest summers in Texas in a while. During this training cycle, I logged 821 miles of running. And I couldn’t have done it without God’s blessings of health, family and friendship.
Second, I’m really blessed to have gotten into the NYC Marathon through the lottery on my first try. I was kind of stunned when I got in, fully expecting to not get in and then thinking, oh crap, I guess I have to run. lol. I’m so thankful that I didn’t give in to the worry, anxiety, butterflies that plagued me much of the training cycle.
I left on Friday morning for NYC. After I arrived at the airport, I went to the bathroom and when I turned the corner. I saw a man using the stall with the door open! Thankfully for me, he was facing the wall. I quickly did a double take questioning whether I was in the right place. I walked back to the restroom entrance, saw the “WOMAN” sign and then walked back into the bathroom as the man was using the sink. And no, he wasn’t transgender… He was embarrassed as he realized his mistake and I just chuckled. But, I thought, I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come.
I whizzed through security and waited for the little puddle jumper to take me to Houston. The incoming flight was delayed which meant I was going to miss my connecting flight to NYC since I only had 45 minutes between each flight. The airline employee told me there was a chance I could still catch my flight because they could make up the time, so not to worry. After a smooth flight, we landed with 20 minutes to spare before the next flight. It was in another terminal, but I got my sprinting face on and was ready to bolt. Except, they had to move the plane back one foot from the gate because they had miscalculated. After correcting for that, I still had 10 minutes to spare. I dashed out of the plane, trying very hard to fight the urge to push people out of the way. The other plane had left on time. But, I was put on the next flight to NYC arriving at 9 pm, about 4 hours later than planned. No worries.
I met my sister at the airport, had a nice dinner at their place and went to bed much later than usual but got a pretty good’s night sleep.
Saturday, we headed to the expo. I was so excited and had a checklist of things I wanted to do. I picked up by bib and shirt, made a custom back bib, and walked around all of the booths. I wanted to buy every.single.thing, but I really wanted to show some restraint for things I would really use. I heard a talk on race strategy from the race organizers, met with some of the pace team leaders. For a few seconds, got photos with Shalane Flanagan as she dashed between appearances she had to make at various booths. And got a Bartie with Bart Yasso (such a nice guy!). I splurged on a pair of 2XU recovery compression leggings that aren’t even available online yet. It’s part of a new recovery line they’re launching. These are dreamy. And I got a free shirt with purchase! I love this shirt.
I tried to stay on top of nutrition and hydration all day, and for the rest of the day, we just chilled at my sister’s place relaxing. We had a nice dinner at her house. My parents came in town from Maryland to surprise me. This was the first time they’ve cheered for me during a race, so it was a big deal. I know they worry A LOT about me running, particularly a marathon, so it meant a lot to have them there. Everyone had a pow wow about marathon signs to make for the race.
Saturday night, I was getting nervous and overwhelmed with the thought of getting to the starting line on time. I didn’t get much sleep (as I usually don’t before a race day) and woke up at 3:45 to eat a small meal and have a cup of coffee. After a short subway ride, I got to the NY Public Library at 5:30 am to catch the bus. Everything moved very efficiently and in about 10 minutes I was on my way to Ft. Wadsworth. We got there at about 6:30 am, got through the security screening, and got in my corral. I settled in for the long wait until 10:15. I spent the time chatting up other runners, eating more and drinking my water and some hot tea.
We got in our corral late because they Wave 1 (I was in Wave 2) left later than planned. But, we got started right on time. From the corral, you walk quite a way just to get to the start line. And then, it was wall to wall people. I positioned myself as close as possible between 3:40 and 3:45 paces groups so I could get a good pace and not get stuck behind people. There were people elbowing, and tripping each other accidentally it was soo hard to stick with the pace group. I stuck with them until mile 11 or 12 and then hit a bottleneck and when I navigated that, they were gone. 😦 Not the ideal, but I settled into a comfortable pace and kept going. I had my phone with me (as I always do during races) and my headphones. The weather was perfect. I didn’t put my headphones in because I wanted to enjoy the crowds and cheering. I’m so glad I ran without music because it was hard enough to navigate the mass of runners. Also, why I didn’t take any pictures. During the first 11 miles, I fought hard to stay at my pace and not trip or be tripped by people passing me, slower runners, etc.
I didn’t take any pictures because it was too dangerous to do so without getting injured.
Miles 1-13 Started on the Verrazano Bridge and ran through Brooklyn. Running on the bridge wasn’t as bad as I thought and I kept to my pace. The crowds in Brooklyn were electric and this section is largely flat. My biggest problem was sticking with the pace leader and trying to keep him in sight.
Miles 13-15: The bridge into Queens was steeper than I had expected so I slowed down a bit on the incline not to burn it all and stay steady. My sister, brother in-law and parents were in Queens cheering at mile 15, which was awesome to see them. I was so worried I wouldn’t catch them, but then I did and waved. I wish I stopped to get a hug, but my brain wasn’t working to backtrack a little bit to get over to them. I almost wiped out several times, and being short and at elbow level of many runners, I was convinced my face would be covered in bruises. Not intentional at all, but hard to navigate.
Miles 16-20 through Manhattan and into the Bronx. Two more bridges and this section wasn’t bad. My pace slowed down a bit and I knew I wasn’t going to hit anywhere near 3:45, but I still wanted to get under 4 hours if possible.
Miles 21-24 were the hardest. Back into Manhattan and a steady incline up 5th Avenue. I was dragging. I was stopping at all the water stops and guzzling water and Gatorade.
Miles 24-26.2: I was ready to finish. I buckled down as best I could and ran through the soreness that had developed all over. I pushed through and finished in 4:01.
Favorite things about the race: NYC. Simply the most diverse and eclectic group of people around. The crowds, the scenery and the organization. The people are energizing. Random people shouting your name? That’s awesome. Through every marathon I’ve run, and this one no different, I’m really struck by the physical and mental obstacles that many have to overcome to run this race. I saw one elderly man with a stooped posture walking with a sign on his back that said 87 marathons and counting!!! It was inspiring and emotional to see the Achilles team runners overcoming blindness and other challenges to crush a race like this. Simply amazing! And as I encountered each of these runners, when the voices in my head were starting to get to me about feeling tired, I thought if they can do it, I can too. And I can!
The challenges of the races? People talk a lot about the bridges and how hard they are, but I actually didn’t find them too bad. The Pulaski Bridge from Brooklyn to Queens was one of the hardest because of the incline grade. But, I had trained to run on hills so it wasn’t a big deal. What I wasn’t expecting was the grind of 5th avenue from miles 21-26 when mentally I’m not all there to remember my mantras and verses. And then in Central Park, because of the small hills at the finish, you can’t see the mile markers, so I just had to push to keep going.
Then, I walked 15 blocks to get my heat sheet and race poncho (which is absolutely lovely and warm) and then 15 blocks south to meet my family. THAT was painful, but I’m glad I did that to keep moving and not stiffen up. Walking up and down flights of stairs to take the subway right after the race was also not fun, but necessary.
NYC, my third marathon in less than one year, was by far the hardest course ever. I was a little disappointed that with each marathon I’ve gotten a little slower instead of improving. But, I’m so thankful for the ability to run, and to run another marathon, a blessing I don’t take lightly. and experience this awesome race–truly once in a lifetime.
A long journey has almost come to an end. Exactly one more week until NYC Marathon. I can’t believe it’s almost here. Week 2 of Taperville has been dreamy. I’m enjoying the lesser mileage for a bit, but filled with cravings. I’m trying my best not to cave in to all the urges, but it’s not easy. And Halloween is here too. Talk about temptation!!
Coming off last weekend with a LOT of driving and my third and last half marathon in October, I didn’t want to push too hard through the week. I want to stay healthy and hopefully injury free. I hit all of my paces and felt good!
Here’s how my week went: 34.5 miles of running and 5 miles of biking
Monday: Easy 6 mile Run
Thursday: 6 mile tempo run
Friday: Easy 6 miles
Saturday: 10 miles
My last long run yesterday was fun. I wanted to get an average of 8:23/mile pace, and I held 8:17. My last mile split was 7:51! The whole run felt awesome, and it was such a nice ending to the hard, hot summer!
The weather right now in NYC is looking pretty good for race day. Low of 40 and high of 55!
My goals for the race are:
Goal A: HAVE FUN! Despite the nasty weather, during my first marathon last December (rainy, windy and 55), I had fun. I was cracking jokes and chatting almost the whole time. The second marathon I had fun until I feel behind my friend at mile 15 or 16. Everyone I’ve encountered who’s already run NYC has said it’s a fun race, so I want to enjoy it as much as possible because I’m pretty sure this will be my last NYC (never say never, right?)
Goal B: 3:42 or better finish time (BQ) Ambitious considering my training! Still don’t know whether my little legs are ready for that pace and with the crowds/weather/course whether that will happen. I know NYC is a tough course.
Goal C: Beat my PR of 3:48
Goal D: Finish under 4 hours.
That’s my week. How was your week?
I’m linking with Holly and Tricia for the Weekly Wrap-up!
What an exciting week of training! I’m really behind on blogging after a whirlwind weekend and playing catchup yesterday. I really enjoyed my first week of taper…maybe a little too much! I ran 30 miles and biked 12 miles this week. A far cry from the previous week of 57 miles! No taper crazies…yet. The reality of NYC Marathon being less than 2 weeks away is settling in!
Months ago, I had registered for the Marathon 2 Marathon half marathon in Marathon, TX, which was on Saturday. That’s a mouthful! My BRF had signed up for the full so that we could train together since I had gotten into NYC through the lottery. We had booked our hotels, lined everything up for the weekend, training was going outstanding for her, and we were pumped, especially because the weather was looking beautiful for race day. And then….my BRF had a family emergency come up and couldn’t race. Everything was ok in the end, but she decided not to run the race (understandably). So…what was I going to do?
My husband wasn’t crazy about me driving hours (8 hours to be exact) by myself for a race, running by myself and then turn around and drive myself home. But, this was my third half marathon in October, and I had gotten it in my head that I was going to run three halfs this month. My husband knew there was no talking me out of it. 🙂
So, I took the day off running Friday to prepare for a long day of driving ahead.
The race was in way, way west Texas, close to Big Bend National Park. I had hoped to get to the park, but there were bear warnings the week before the race and some parts of the park were closed because of it. So, I thought it best to avoid wildlife encounters.
Marathon, Tx is a tiny town and has only two hotels and a bed and breakfast, all of which were quickly booked up months before race day. So, I had booked my hotel an 55 miles away (the closest biggest town they had suggested). No problem. I checked into the hotel, dropped off my stuff, drove 55 miles for packet pickup in Marathon. Registration included a free pasta dinner for all runners at two locations: The Gage Hotel Restaurant (right next to packet pickup) and the Historic Ft. Stockton Visitor Center. I had chosen the Ft. Stockton location because that’s where my hotel was, but when I saw this menu and the runners already eating, I was disappointed with my choice.
I went to the visitor’s center where it was a little homier. They offered pasta, crockpots with three sauces and garlic bread. It was fine and I was happy for the hospitality and free meal. I didn’t need that whiskey marshmallow anyway….
Then, I drove 55 miles back to my hotel. ugh.
Race day morning was gorgeous! I took the sunrise picture (above) on my way down to the start in Marathon. I got to Marathon in great time and got on the bus to the start line. The starting line is 13 miles away from Marathon on the highway that leads to Ft. Stockton. I was excited about the race and was talking to the person next to me. She wasn’t really chatty, though. She probably kept thinking, please stop asking me questions and talking to me.
We got to the starting line a little later than expected around 8:20 am. There were four races going on with staggered start. The full marathon started at 7:30 am and the half started at 8:30 am. Despite the cold temps, I knew it would warm up quickly because there is no shade at all out there. I ran in a singlet and skirt and I also used arm sleeves for the first time. I figured I could take them off when I needed to.
There wasn’t much to the start line. No loud music. No DJ spinning tunes. No MC. Just three port-a-potties and lines more than a dozen deep. I got in line to use the facilities, but as the clock was ticking, I realized there was no time to use the potty before the start. The guy in charge said with a chip start there was no worry because the time at the end would reflect our start and if we needed to stay in line, we could. But, I thought. That just messes with your head having start after so many people. So, I jumped out of line just in time for them to start. I broke out of the pack pretty soon with some guys and was first woman, soon to be passed another woman going at a good pace. I was hoping to beat my PR of 1:44 for this race, so I was trying to maintain a good pace. The course is pretty flat, but there is a large hill around mile 8-10. It doesn’t look big on the elevation chart, but believe me. It’s a big long hill.
I settled into a brisk pace for me and tried to keep the woman in my sight the whole time just so I could try to get my PR not to pass her. She was going pretty fast, and I didn’t want to burn out in the first few miles knowing that the hill was coming up. Around mile 5 she slowed down and then she completed stopped at a water stop. I kept going, and was now the lead woman in the race. The whole time I kept thinking, this is weird. I’ve never been the lead woman. Someone is going to pass me, for sure! And if not, the chip time will definitely show that I haven’t won. I have gotten second overall woman in a race, but to be the lead…that’s another thing. There were plenty of men in front of me, so I just chugged along, knowing that once the chip times came in, I might do well in my age group.
The finish line was in sight!
I crossed as the first female with a time of 1:47. Not a PR, and I was a little disappointed, but I felt I ran well. My lungs were burning afterward, and it was a little hard to breathe after I got my finisher’s medal. I stood around stretching, keeping an eye on the monitors and saw that I was first in my age group. yay! But, as I looked at all the other times, I saw that my time was indeed the fastest. Doh!
And sure enough, they called my name as overall female winner. I collected my award: a giant belt buckle, and drove 8 hours home. 🙂 I know that will probably be my last overall win, and I’m savoring it!
Can you believe this countdown!!!?!?!?! I’m getting an email from the TCS NYC Marathon folks every other day (or so it seems), and all I keep thinking is, omg, omg, omg! Still feeling all the emotions on any given day and after this week: TAPER!!! Woohoo!
Reading all the race recaps from Chicago, I was so happy to hear so many people PR’ed and had a great race. It was so exciting to hear people reach their goals after this long training season. I have to admit I’m a little jealous because their big day is done. And I still have three weeks to go.
This has been a long training cycle, and this was my highest mileage week of this training.
My week in summary: 57.7 miles running and 7 miles biking = 64.7 miles total
This week felt good. The weather was warm…again so we didn’t feel the chilly morning temps like the week before. Boo! But, that’s the way it is here in TX. Wait a few minutes and the weather will change.
Monday: Easy 8 miles
Thursday: 7 mile tempo
Friday: Easy 8 miles
Saturday: 6 easy miles
Sunday: 3 miles easy, Half Marathon, 4 miles easy = 20 miles
Sunday was the Nutrabolt Oktoberfest Half Marathon & 10K here in town.
It’s a small race, and the second time this company has held it. Last year, Hurricane Patricia came close to the area and brought some flooding, heavy rain and winds right on race day with temps in the 50s. This year, was sunny with a race day start of 70 and 98% humidity. I think I’ll take rain any day. Even with a 7 am start, it was warm and muggy, and I was already sweaty by the time I got to the start because I ran 3 miles to warmup. We had a lot of people in our running group run either the Half or the 10K, and several people who weren’t running came out to cheer! It’s always fun to see your friends along the course.
I saw this on the course around mile 6 and just had to take a picture. So pretty! The clouds dissipated and it turned out to be a sunny day.
The coolest thing about the race was getting to finish INSIDE Kyle Field where the Aggies play football. We ran through the player’s tunnel and around the side of the field and could even see our finish on the jumbo monitor. This is the closest I will be to a college football field.
The course was relatively flat but had two big hills right after another around mile 8 and 9. The course was well-marked with lots of volunteers, water stations around every 1.5 miles to 2 miles that were well-stocked. Even though I ran with a water bottle with Skratch, I still took water at every stop. I finished in 1:49–not a PR, but I’m happy with that because I was not racing this AT ALL. My goal was to keep close to marathon pace, and I did. This is my second half-marathon this month and my 11th overall! I also picked up a second place AG award. I got a running hat from SweatVac Performance Wear. That was a pleasant surprise because there were so many fast runners. Runners also got a T-shirt, reusable bag, beach towel, and a beer mug. The post-race food was bananas, oranges, water, soft pretzels, kolaches (Czech pastries with fruit in the middle) and bratwurst. I was really not in the mood for brats but I managed to eat a few bites of pretzel and pastry.
After the race and watching my friends finish, I ran 2 miles with my friend Lisa and then another 2 on my own on campus. I never get to run on certain parts of campus because it’s not part of our usual route, but this was fun.
I was very happy to be finished! And now, it’s taper time. 🙂
I’m linking with Holly and Tricia for the Weekly Wrap-up!
Which race conditions would you rather have: rain or heat/humidity? Celebrating Oktoberfest?
It all started with me punching a kid. I should have known that was an ominous sign.
Wait, before you call CPS. It’s not what you think. I swear.
Let me back up. My daughter is doing these re-enacted museums to wrap up the lessons they’re learning in Social Studies. They had just finished the Prehistoric unit and turned their classrooms into caves. Each group of cave people had jobs: some spear makers, medicine people, etc. The classroom caves had tarp to cover the doors, and with all the students on the floor banging on rocks and saying ooga booga it was sensory overload. There were kids zipping in and out of the classroom around the parents who were trying to ask questions, and some kids really had no sense of personal space. I mean really. None. But, it was cute to see everyone really getting into it. When it was time to clean up, some parents and I stayed to help clean up. The lead teacher was calling for everything to be brought out into the main pod area, and as I was carrying some things out, I had to move the tarp covering the door out of the way. As I was walking out, a boy walked through the tarp into the classroom, and my fingernail brushed against his forehead. I immediately apologized and asked if he was ok. He didn’t even look at me, but he said yea and reached up to his forehead, then kept walking. I didn’t think anything of it. So, later when I was driving home, my daughter asked, “Did you punch someone in school?” I almost veered off the road. “WHAT?? Someone said I punched them.” I told her what happened and how my fingernail grazed someone’s forehead, but that I never punched him. I asked her what he said and if he was crying. She said he wasn’t upset, just told everyone I accidentally punched him. Oh. Ok. Is that all?? Talk about a sucker punch.
Then, a little over a week ago, I was writing my weekly running group email that I send out with the plan for the week. I was detailing some local races people could sign up for, and the Buffalo Stampede came up on Oct. 1. This half marathon and 5K is a small local race that benefits the Brazos Valley Museum of Natural History, and for the past two years has conflicted with other local races I’ve run. This year, I looked at the calendar, and there was nothing really going on other than kid’s football practice. I haven’t race much and I was itching to do something. A half marathon would be just the thing and this would be #10! I asked the hubs if it was ok if I registered, and he gave the green light that nothing was going on other than Aggie football game later in the day. I got a discount code and woohoo! I signed up for the race. I put it o the calendar, and hot diggity dog, I was ready. I had planned to do a 20-miler that day anyway. So, I figured I would do 2-3 miles before, do the race and finish with 4 miles while my friends and I were waiting around eating etc. Get home in plenty of time.
And then…my husband says, “What’s this Buffalo Stampede on the calendar?”
Um. Why? He had committed to doing a golf tournament that very same morning. DOH. I had forgotten that he had told me that (because it was not on the calendar). No problemo. A little hiccup. I found a new sitter. Ready to go. The race started at 7:30 am so I’d have plenty of time to finish and be back. I lined her up to stay until 11:30am. That would give me time to finish the miles and stay to chat with other runners if I wanted to. But, I told her, I’ll be back well before 10:30am.
Then, the weather this week was amazing. Like angels in the sky, part the clouds, AH-MAZ-ING. After every day being in the high 70s at 5 am, to have low 60s even 58 on Friday, was like a gift from heaven. And race day was slated to be the same. No rain. No heat front scheduled to come in. Low 60s and sunny. Awesome!
The weather was great. My new Runegades singlet and skirts Sports skirt was ready to go with my bib. I got ready, ate breakfast, did a dynamic warmup and got on my way. The race directions specifically said the main entrance would be closed (because it’s part of the course) so to use a back entrance. I knew something was up when I used the back entrance and saw other cars still using the front entrance without a problem. Hmmmm.
The race coincided with a local festival celebrating pioneer days. So, some people had fires already going and were walking around in old-fashioned costumes. I decided to run circles around the parking lot to get some miles in. I ran 3 miles with 45 minutes until race time. No problem. Everything was going according to plan. I brought two gels and had eaten a good breakfast before hand so I brought half a bagel for just in case.
I had to take a picture next to the wagon.
About 20 minutes before the start, I took my gel. Had my water bottle with skratch. I was ready. And then, as we were lining up for the start at 7:20 am, the race director told us, the good news. It’s a beautiful day. The bad news, the race will not start on time. Not only that, but it will be 2 hours before it starts. Why? Because the race management they hired had completely dropped the ball in getting the course marked off. No cones on the road (and the race ran along a major highway), no start. Womp womp.
Another sucker punch. Starting at 9:30 am would put a real damper on may plans of casually finishing up the miles after the race. At this point, I texted the sitter to see if she could stay. She could stay until noon. I told her I would be home by 11:45 am. At noon I had to leave to take kid 2 to football practice at 12:15pm. Gulp. What to do?? Everyone weighed the costs and many runners (understandably so) left because of other time commitments. I knew it would be close, but at that point, I really just wanted to run the race.
It was a beautiful morning. My friend and I decided to stick it out and run a few miles to pass the time. We finished up a little 5K on what was supposed to be the 5k course. As we got back to the starting line, they were just starting to put cones out. We waited.
By this time, I was starving. I finished my bagel. Mo, the buffalo, was not happy either.
So much for enjoying the nice weather. Temps were climbing quickly after 9:30. The race had no crowd support. A few water stops. It was warm. And I quickly drank all 20 ounces of my water bottle, so I decided to drink at every water stop. At most of the water stops, the people left the cups on the table and pointed to which ones were Gatorade and water. Um. No. At the first stop, I knocked off a cup of water. Grrr.
This race is out and back, which I don’t really like. There’s something about seeing the first place people soaring past you while you plod along. Nevertheless, I said good job to everyone that passed me even though I was hot, hot, hot. I wasn’t setting out to break any PRs for this race, so I kept the pace comfortable. I finished in 1:51 and change. Got a cold water bottle. Got my medal. Took a picture.
I hopped in the car and raced home. Paid the sitter. Changed clothes. And got to football practice with three kids in tow by 12:10. Boom. Talk about rolling with the punches. 🙂
Started October off with some bling. Finished September with 204 miles of running and 282 miles total with biking.
This week I ran almost 49 miles and another 10 miles of biking. All in all a good week. Getting excited, scared, nervous about NYC!
That’s a wrap! I’m linking with Holly and Tricia for the Weekly Wrap-up!
“Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome.” -Arthur Ashe
Happy Fall! I LOVE Fall. I got married in the Fall, and on the East Coast, the gorgeous colors we could experience were amazing! We didn’t have to go anywhere to view the foliage changing from green to gold, auburn and crimson because every day the trees would look different, as if a paint brush had touched them in certain spots. The kids and I would collect leaves and press them, but you could never completely capture the vibrant color of the season when they were dried and pressed. Unfortunately, in this area of Texas, we go from green to brown, almost in an instant. There’s nothing in between. So, when I found these frosted sugar cookies at our favorite bakery, I just had to get them. They were yummy!
Thanks to Judy for sharing Lost Maples, TX for fall foliage viewing. Hopefully, we can get there to get a glimpse of some interesting color.
This week was a great week of training and was a nice change from the brutal exhaustion I’ve been dealing with. No, our weather hasn’t changed…yet. But, for some reason, I had a little more energy than normal. Maybe it’s because I’ve been waking up 15 minutes later for the workouts and make much more concerted effort to go to bed on time. Just 41 days to go until the big day!
Highlights from this week were that I reached 2,000 km for the year! Woohoo! I hadn’t set any mileage goal for the year, but have been keeping track of what I’ve been doing. Last year at this time, I was close to reaching 2015 MILES for the year. But, this year’s journey is different, and that’s ok. It’s no better or worse, just different. I learn different things from different training cycles, races, seasons, right?
This week, I did 6 days of the NY Times 7-minute workout I shared last week. I’m happy that I’ve been keeping consistent because I am usually completely undisciplined when it comes to at-home workouts. I can feel the difference it has made. There’s no bulging biceps by ANY stretch, but the flapjacks that some would call triceps have taken a hike. I made an effort to do these as soon as I got home from workouts. That way I can direct the school preparation process while I do that. My 8-year-old daughter joined the workout. She does gymnastics, so her core is crazy strong. My oldest son was full of “constructive” criticism on our form. As I’m doing pushup to side plank, I told him he better put his money where his mouth is and put up or….
This week I ran: 45.7 miles. (Where’s that .3????) and I biked 18.9 miles. For a total mileage of 64.6 miles.
Monday’s easy run felt good.
The first day of Fall’s we saw this sunrise on the ride to school. I made a Key Lime cake just because I had some Key Limes to use up. It’s carb-loading…
Thursday’s run we had temps of 71 and only 85% humidity. It felt glorious. The tempo run on Thursday has been my nemesis. I’m slogging through the hilly course we have, and I haven’t been able to hit my tempo pace for more than a mile. So, I began to dread Thursday workouts. This week, I felt great and was able to hit my old tempo pace for the last mile. My splits were great and best of all, I felt good the whole time.
For Saturday’s run, I decided to do 15 miles. My friend Lesley was doing a trail race, but I hemmed and hawed. I’m not a trail runner, and I’m a klutz on a flat surface. I finally decided not to do the race (I’m sure it’s in my future, though!) and just do a run on my own. I felt great. The temps were 75 and 97% humidity, but I felt good. I didn’t push the pace too much unless I felt like I could. When I needed to back off, I did.
I finished the day with a 5 mile bike ride with my oldest when the temp was close to 100. I would have kept going, but after 5 miles he was done. 🙂
I’m linking with Holly and Tricia for the Weekly Wrap-up.