I knew going into this week that schedule wise it was the toughest week of the month. My boss left for vacation so starting Friday I was flying solo and the weekend was the Avocado Margarita Festival and I was
conscripted volunteering all weekend. With that in mind, I was hoping to front load my miles. Monday was Labor Day and I had Tuesday off so I was optimistic that I could pull it off.
I usually take the day off after any race but I was hoping to get in my easy run of the week. This was probably a bad decision. I’d waited until 6 but it was still around 90 outside. My mother was having an evening tennis practice so the plan was to run to the school, maybe do a few laps on the track and then go to dinner. It was utter crap. My legs didn’t want to work and my lower back was super sore and achy. 2 miles in and I was done. However I was 2 miles from home and 2 miles from the high school so I just headed to the school anyways. Somehow I managed to negative split the run but I have no idea how. It never felt any better. 13:11, 11:12, 10:23, 10:10.
Maybe Monday was a sign or maybe I should have rested- who knows. We had a heat wave last week and Tuesday was a comfortable 103*. I just headed straight for the gym. I was hoping to get in 6-8 miles on the treadmill and then do a temp check. If it had dropped below 90 I was going to finish the run outside. Otherwise I was just going to stay on the treadmill. My back was still achy but I was hopeful it wouldn’t bother me. However, the ankle pain was unexpected. My left shin and ankle straight up hurt. Not ache but actual pain. I called it at mile 3. I’m too close to race day to chance an injury. Plus, it was only Tuesday.
The Wednesday black hole is back- I can’t remember what I did!
Thursday- 8 miles Stationary bike
Apparently I can’t tell time. Or subtract. I had a doctor’s appointment so I left work early. I had somewhere to be at 5:20 but hoped to fit in my long run or some speed work in between. I didn’t even get out of the doctor until after 3. By the time I got home, changed and was ready to head to the gym (another 103* day) it was almost 4:30. Color me confused, how did I mess up that badly? So I hopped on the bike for some intervals. 😃
This day kicked my ass. It was straight chaos at work. At one point I straight sat down in the middle of floor behind my desk because I was just done. I ate cookies again to deal with the stress, oops.
Avocado Margarita Festival day one. I slept in a bit before heading back to work town. It’s a good thing I left early because I got super lost picking up a coworker to work the first shift with me. All my fault- I assumed I knew better than Siri. I think he got his revenge though- the route to get back to where I needed to be damn near made me car sick while driving.
A little over 7 hours later and I was free! Haha. Being locked in a tiny room all day is draining. The constant hum of the generator wasn’t helpful either. I felt fried. The only exercise accomplished was walking to and from the event- about half a mile each way. My Fitbit tells me I moved way more than I thought though so who knows.
I had a later shift at the festival so I squeezed in some errands in the morning. My alarm had gone off for a morning run but my stomach was expressing its displeasure with the previous day’s meals. I had a tiny window before I had to leave so I fit in some miles. It was warm but overall the run felt good. I wished I could have kept running but I had to make sure I could clean up in time. I mentioned the tiny room right? Had to make I didn’t stink it up smelling like I had just run. 😀. I discovered a new level of contortionist though- ever take off a sweaty sports bra just to put on another one? Crap, that was hard.
After another numbing 4 hour shift I was finally heading back to my car. Didn’t think about the fact that now I was lugging all the supplies we used back up the hill. Half a mile uphill with 40+ lbs? Sure no problem. Ha!
I headed to the lake path to get in a few more miles. I really wanted 5 or more but this run was the complete opposite of the morning run. Struggle from the get go. I was achy and stopped to stretch a few times. I also visited with lake cat quite a bit. 😃. I called it after 3 laps.
So while I didn’t pull off a long run this week like I wanted to, I still got in some time on my feet and the bike. More than I thought was going to happen by week’s end. It’s a hell of a lot more than I accomplished this week last year. 😛
Honestly the week started out well. I derailed on Friday -cookies! Plus my boss put together a little care package for me while she is gone. 2 full size bags of the sweet potato chips, a big bag of pretzels and 2 bags of cinnamon bears. Covering all the cravings since I can’t leave the building. 😀. Saturday’s lunch was provided for the volunteers and I don’t complain about free food. Even if it was wheat bread. I met my parents at Olive Garden that night and had a few bread sticks. Oops. At least my chicken breast and broccoli was on point. 😋.
My goal is to not stress eat over the next two weeks. Good thing the snack bags will eventually be empty and I can’t run to the gas station to buy more. I just need to make sure I don’t have crazy dinners as a way to decompress. Why is food so comforting?!
How was your weekend?
Ever volunteer for local events?
Would you eat an Avocado Popsicle? I saw those this weekend.
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