I already miss beer.
It seems like just last week I was describing Yasso800 intervals and planning to test ’em out during my marathon training. And so you can imagine my surprise when I realized that today was my final Yasso800 workout.
I’ll be upfront with my stats because I’m mighty proud: 10×800 with each 800 in 3:16 minutes and each followed by a 400 recovery. In total, I ran 8 miles in approximately an hour and five minutes. Continue reading
Taper blues. Also, my favorite coffee shop closed.
I ran an easy four miles today.
Starting a week ago my mileage started to decrease as I entered the taper phase of my training. Already, the horizon looks bleak.
The San Diego Rock ‘N’ Roll Marathon is officially less than two weeks away and the anxiety associated with the race has made a nice little home in my gut. It seems every day that anxiety is making home renovations, adding a bedroom here and expanding the yard for a pool over there. Sometimes I think about the race and worry I might vomit this anxiety all over my new running shoes (PS I got new running shoes!). Continue reading
Top of Cowles Mountain on Friday
Last week I completely disregarded my training schedule and I am okay with that.
I took Monday off. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday I did trails at Cowles Mountain before work. Wednesday I practiced speed work. Sunday I managed a 20 mile long run.
Me drinking happy hour gin mules. No idea why I was making such a silly face.
My most notable run this week was my long run (16 miles) on Sunday, as I was a delirious mess afterwards—like a box of melted crayons. However, in an effort to be all-inclusive I have provided a summary of the past five days below.
Saturday: I had scheduled 8 miles. However, I also was completely out of clean clothes, towels and sheets, and thus had about 6 loads of laundry to do. In an effort to make the most of my time, I headed out for four miles, returned home to switch out laundry and then out the door I went for a second four.
My soccer team. Aren’t we cute?
I despise the treadmill, naturally. And yet the past four days I’ve been hamster running. Treadmill aside though, the week has been an unassuming good.
Let me break it down for you all.
Monday—The Spring forward time change requires me to get up a mere hour earlier than I am used to. And still, that single hour left me haggard feeling on
After a few rough days, I’m back and kicking.
It all started on Friday. The roommate was out of town so I decided it’d be fun to watch Bruce Lee movies all night and teach myself karate in my living room. Natural behavior for a twenty-something lady, right?
The next night while socializing with a group of friends, and admittedly after a couple glasses of wine, my karate confidence got the best of me and a few of us started messing around and roughhousing. At one point I twisted my left knee and it smacked the ground forcefully. It hurt immediately, but I didn’t say anything out of pride and therefore neglected to ice it or do a single thing about it.
I had a wonderful six miles today. I took things easy because I have a race on Saturday, and I want my legs to be fresher than the first sip of a Pliny.
Speaking of which, I accidentally signed up for a race on Saturday. Last week I stumbled upon the race online (Women’s San Diego Half Marathon), and signed up for it without fully thinking things through. I posted about the Surf City Half I did a few weeks ago and while I was proud of myself, I know I didn’t leave everything on the course. I’ve been feeling confident in my runs lately and getting in solid mileage—I know I could have given that race more. So not only was I yearning for another chance to prove myself, but I also already had 13 miles scheduled for Saturday…so why not, eh?
(written yesterday, posted today)
Today was my long run and I had 8 miles on the schedule. It was an interesting run, not hard per say, but not comfortable. I do my long runs on the weekend and generally use them as a way to reset my mind from the previous week, so I have a fresh mental slate as I venture into the next week. When I say reset, I mean I literally turn off my brain—almost like a meditative state. I know I must be thinking during that time, but I really just space out, daydream and come back without a memory of the run, but always calm, collected and happy.