And with the end of week 16, there’s only 7 days to go. And yet, I’m still waiting for the freak out.
If you were reading this blog when I was training for San Francisco then you may remember that I was hot mess for the entire month of July leading to the race. I was breaking things, tripping, my heart rate was spiking all the time and I was having panic attacks. So far, that hasn’t happened yet. I am sure it will happen at one point and time. I mean I have leg issues, doubts and oh, according to my app, I am supposed to be on my period. Thanks Mother Nature. 😒 But until then the penny is still in the air.
So let’s get to last week. I was still giving my leg some space so my mileage is once again super low. I also came to an interesting theory- which may be me grasping at straws but hey plot twist- last minute shoe change! Because that seems like a great idea right?
Monday- 1.12 miles/ PT exercises So this was not supposed to be this short but I was having a big wardrobe malfunction. My pants kept sliding down. I don’t mean they needed a slight adjustment, I mean they falling down and taking my underwear with them. 😛 After the 5th time in the space of a mile, I gave up. It may be time to retire those crops. Except when it came time to do laundry- I washed them instead of tossing them.
Tuesday- PT exercises I had a super early DR appointment so it seemed like a very long day.
Wednesday- 3.11 miles/ PT exercises I was dressed much more appropriately. This run went pretty well. Maybe too well as I ran too fast. Why do I keep doing that?? I mean what business do I have running a 9 minute mile this close to race day? This isn’t 3 years ago! That’s now how I roll these days. But it was kind of fun.
Thursday- PT exercises I am sure something else happened but I can’t remember what.
Friday- PT Exercises Who am I???? But my leg was feeling better so yay!
Saturday- Nada I had planned on running in the morning as I was volunteering at a silent auction for Habitat for Humanity that evening. However my mother and I had talked about doing an 8 mile trail on Sunday instead so I passed on the run and got a little more sleep and ran some errands before heading to the SLO Airport for my shift. Where I proceeded to get lost trying to figure out where to park. A couple hours into my shift, I knew boots were a very bad idea. Bad idea. After 6 hours of that, I was fried. I let my mother know that the trail was no longer likely.
Sunday- 5.29 miles The trail might have been cooler. Instead I headed out in the afternoon and it was around 86*. Yeah, I’m not acclimated yet. It was a little rough. Plus, once again I had moments where I was running too fast. Stupid. Trust me, the warmth got to me and I slowed way down. Wanted more miles but I was beat.
9.53 miles for week. I miscounted! I really meant to at least be over 10 miles but I screwed up the math. How do I do that with only 3 runs?? Oops.
7 days people. 7 days.
How was your week?