Monday 9/4 – My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Marathon… wait, that doesn’t count… right?
Tuesday 9/5 – Bachelor in Paradise Marathon… still no?
Wednesday 9/6 – 4.6 mi @ 13 min/mi + Stretching – Flash flood warnings and impending thunderstorms deferred my outside run in the morning to the gym in the afternoon. UGH. STRUGGLE BUS. I hate treadmill running, but I skipped 5 miles last week, so I had to get my act in gear.
Tuesday 8/29 – Foam Roll – My calves are insanely tight.
Wednesday 8/30 – still nothing – It’s so hard to get up at 5AM now that the sun isn’t coming up until 5:45… I totally skipped a 5 mile run today. I don’t know WHAT people are talking about when they complain about the taper. lol
Thursday 8/31 – 5 mi @ 11:10 min/mi – Nice pace, given how sore I am.
Friday 9/1 – nothing
Saturday 9/2 – 12 mi @ 11:33 min/mi – This run felt great, surprisingly so, given how stressed I was this weekend. So, that’s exciting!
Monday 8/21 – 5 mi @ 11:58 min/mi+ Stretching + Foam Rolling – I’m really trying to kill it on the recovery…because I’m really killing my body with the running. I tried taping my knee a different way, and it did NOT like it, which terrifies me. A friend of mine was training for a marathon and a few weeks out, her kneecap started tracking wrong and she had to pull out of the race…uhhhhh, yeah, that’s probably worse case scenario. Since Bachelor in Paradise was on for 2 hours tonight, I found a set of stretches instead of watching a yoga video.
Saturday 8/26 – Foam Rolled – Just my calves. Yeah, that’s all I did today.
Sunday 8/27 – 22 mi @ 11:48 min/mi – I took 2 seconds off my 20 mile pace. That’s cool. How my body feels right now is not cool. But I’ll survive.
SEPTEMBER RESOLUTIONS – Run a marathon!
Yoga & Foam Rolling
Week 17: 5 – 5 – 14
Week 18: 5 – 5 – 22
Week 19: 5 – 5 – 12
Week 20: 3 – 5 – 8
Week 21: 4 – 2 – 26.2
I don’t think I can adequately explain how excited I am for the next 3 weeks to be done and for me to be done this stupid marathon. I am exhausted. Running isn’t fun anymore. I have pains in my ankles, my hips, my quads. The Graston Technique hurts like a mofo. Every time I run, I can’t help but think of the damage I’m continuing to do. Every doctor appointment I go to, I think about my bank account draining.
On one hand, I only run religiously when I’m training for a race and following a training plan. On the other hand, this particular race is taking all the joy and stress relief out of running. I’m done.