It’s Sunday night and I am a tired girl.
Because I ran 70 miles this week (new personal training record!!)
That’s right, I said it: 70 miles.
I had wondered what would happen when and if I ever broke the mysterious barrier between 60-mile weeks and 70-mile weeks. Sixty miles seems like a lot but somehow 70 seemed SO much bigger, you know? As if 60 miles might be doable, but that 70 would be outlandish and silly.
It turns out that running 70 miles a week isn’t all that crazy. Well, of course is IS crazy, but relatively speaking, it isn’t such a big deal. I ran the miles. I still had time to make dinner, take out the trash, read a book (a very badly written book, but it still counts.) update my blog and signup for some races.
Here’s how the week went:
Monday: Had to stay late at work, but managed to fit in 5 slow, rainy miles after work. Not quality miles, but I was sore from the previous day’s Shamrock Run 15k.
Tuesday: Track practice. I ran to track from work, completed a nice leisurely 2-mile warm-up, a very very difficult track workout, followed by a leisurely cool-down, followed by a relaxing run back to my office to pick up my day bag = 10.5 miles
Wednesday: Double workout: 7 miles in the morning before work and a quick two miles after work before picking up my mom from the airport (my mom is in town visiting for a few days) = 9 miles
Thursday: Double workout: 8 hilly miles in the morning at a good pace, followed by a 7 mile tempo run at about a 6:55/mile pace after work. I did a small 1/2 mile cool-down following the tempo run. = 15.5 miles
Friday: Felt tired. Took the day off of running.
Saturday: Drove to the Oregon coast with my mom, the day was splendid, ran on the beach = 9 miles
Sunday: Long trail run day. My favorite run of the week. It was long and muddy and hilly and difficult = 21 miles.
GRAND TOTAL: 70 miles!
I jotted down an initial training plan at the beginning of the week and adapted when non-running, real life things threatened to derail the schedule. For example, I’d originally planned to run 15 on Wednesday, not Thursday. However my mom’s visit and my ability to sleep through the alarm clock required that I change things up a bit – I ran 9 on Tuesday, sneaked in those fast two miles for fun at the end of the day and still made it on time to the airport to pick up my mom. Having the original plan and then adapting it was great. I felt organized, but not overwhelmed with specifics.
As a side note, I can’t seem to shake a french fry craving. I want them. All the time. It’s kind of gross – or at least I feel a little silly craving them so badly. They’re french fries. They shouldn’t interest me. But I admit, I’ve had french fries three times in the last week alone.
That can’t be healthy.