So much for my little foray into posing as an ultrarunner who still gives a flip about serious training!
Last week I set a goal of 10 consecutive days of 2-hr. runs. Made it through four of them before I hit a bit of a roadblock because I couldn’t drag my butt outta bed this morning. Rolled back over and didn’t get up in time, so was only able to get in 1 hour. Followed it with some Pilates, yoga, extra core work, a 5-minute leg routine and several sets of push-ups.
Know why I slept in (well, if you wanna call getting outside at 4:20 a.m. “sleeping in”)? Because, when my eyes first popped open at 3:06 a.m., it felt too much like work to head out there. So I bagged it and opted for 1 hr. instead. Could I have physically handled the 2 if the fam schedule had allowed enough time? Yeah. Did I feel like a wuss for not doing the 2? For about a minute, yeah. Then, I got over it. And did what I had time for. And felt the cooling drizzle on the back of my neck. And heard birds singing. And thanked the Lord for yet another chance to move and play and do this thing that I so dearly love to do, this viewing of the world and all that is in it at 5.5 mph.
Thurs, July 23 3:12 Here, There and Everywhere run before work on H-burg roads. 10 run/5 walk. Slammed 40 ozs. fluid.
Fri, July 24 2:00 H-burg roads w/ Carp and PJ. 7/3.
Sat., July 25 2:00 up and down Madison Run (aka “a Maddy) in the early afternoon. 10/5.
Sun., July 26 2:00 out-n-back to Shenandoah Valley Regional Airport. 10/5 out, 4/1 home.
Mon., July 27 1:00. 4/1.
So what now? Do I push on and keep trying to slam the 2s through Saturday? How about maybe I do that but make Thursday a 3 so that the final 10-day total equals 20 hours? Dunno yet. Depends on how much fun I’m having.