Four weeks, and this will over. Part of me cannot wait. I am tired and ready for the rest of life to resume. Part of me is anxious – so much of me gets tied up in training, I’m not sure what to do after.
Last week…let’s see. My sister-in-law was married on Saturday. On Sunday, I napped, napped again, ate dinner, and went to bed. Monday, my legs were still hurting from 19 miles + dancing, so I took the day off. Tuesday, I ran 5. Wednesday, I was supposed to run 8. I had a shit run. Shit. I was grumpy. I was tired. It was humid. Jack was being an ass. About two and a half miles in, a big ass truck towing a trailer refused to move over and Jack and I had to jump in the ditch. Scary? Yes, it was. I was freaked out. I couldn’t do it. I jogged to 3 and gave up. Yep, gave up on a run. Not proud of myself. Thursday, I did yoga first thing in the morning. I like my iPad app, but it’s nothing close to a real class. (But the gym is closed for two weeks.)
Friday. Short long run day! Only 12 miles. Only! I hit the road by 7:00 am. Jack and I went 5. I dropped him off. I ran the other 7, at a steady pace. And then it was 9:15 and I was done for the day and I had no idea what to do.
So I took an ice bath! My first. It was more of a cold water bath, I confess. I stood in the tub. I turned on the cold water. I let it fill up a ways. I slooooooooowly sat down. I dumped in some ice. I chilled for 10 minutes. The first 5 were the worst. I was happy to get out. On the advice of friends, I waited about half an hour, then spent 20 minutes stretching. Honestly, that was better than all the Icy Hot in the world. My legs felt great. I’m going to try it again after my (gulp) 20-miler this week.
Saturday was a golf day. Hooray!
Sunday morning I knocked out 5 miles easy. And panicked about the fact that the race is only FOUR WEEKS AWAY. At the same time, it can’t get over with fast enough.
This week: 5, 5, 5, rest, yoga, and 20. The 20-miler is a big one. And it’s supposed to be hot and humid all week. Gross. #HopeIDon’tDie