Saturday Morning Training Runs

I don’t know about you, but my sleep schedule has been messed up for the last week due to the Olympics. I absolutely love watching the Summer Olympics. I like Winter too, but being a former swimmer and now a runner and swim coach, there’s just something about the Summer ones that gets me every time. So as a result, my body is screaming at me for even attempting to get up at 5am to go workout.

But this past Friday night, I stayed up to watch the swimming events at night and with the heat that was taking place the next morning combined with the humidity, I just was NOT looking forward to a long run on Saturday Morning. It was the last thing I wanted to do. My running buddy on my Saturday mornings, texted and asked if we were running. Again I desperately wanted to so NO, I’m running inside. But I didn’t. I said sure and we set up a time to meet and get rolling.

Saturday morning came, and my alarm went off at 4:57am. I KNOW! It’s earlier than my weekday alarm, but I was up and ready to go in no time. I was excited to get out there with my new shoes and planned my outfit around the Olympics. I know what you’re thinking, who plans a training run outfit? Well this girl does, especially for long runs because why not?

Durning my Saturday run, my friend and I were talking about how easy it is for us to get up on a Saturday earlier than we should have to but have such a hard time during the week to get up. As we continued talking about it, we went on to say how we both enjoyed the early morning time to get our run in and to enjoy each other’s company all while talking about what happened during the week. It’s funny how the conversation goes from one topic to another and it lets the miles fly by. I’m so grateful for that.

And how perfect is this?!?! Another awesome friend of mine just texted this to me.IMG_2482

20 Days and Counting…

…until I attempt my second marathon. Since my training has been completely lackluster and sporadic at best it’s going to be a very slow run. This past weekend, I was able to get in 17.2 miles in about 3 hours and 30 minutes. I split up my mileage since my mental toughness just isn’t there. So I was shooting for 15-20 miles with 20 miles being what I was suppose to do. Thinking that if I got anywhere within those 15-20 miles, I would be a happy camper.

So, after much contemplation, I started out on my 7.75 mile run to a local OrangeTheory Fitness. (If you haven’t checked them out, I highly recommend them). The entire time I was running to this class, I was cursing my plan. It felt like forever to run those 7.75 miles. I ran on a local trail and the entire way down there, then hopped off to go enjoy an Orange class that totally kicked my butt. Yesterday afternoon, I was starting to feel the delayed onset muscles soreness. Oh geez, I look like an old lady trying to stand up and walk again.

After class, where I ran 1.7ish miles on an incline (killed my legs), I headed back to the trail to run home. I was so sore, and felt like I was going to struggle the entire way home. About 1-2 miles into my run, more like 2, I stopped at a bridge and just sat down. Doubt really started to creep in and I really started to wonder what I got myself into. I sat there for a minute and had a GU (Salted Watermelon, YUM) and a kind biker came by and asked if I was ok. I didn’t think I looked that bad, but I’m sure glad that he asked. So after a few minutes, I continued on my way and made it a few more miles down the road before I stopped again. I sat on this bench that’s along the trail. I only had a few miles left to go, but mentally needed a break. I was walking more on the way back than what I wanted but the miles still needed to be done and miles are still miles. 🙂 So I ate my last Salted Watermelon GU, sat on the bench and responded to some texts that had come in while I was running. And after another few minutes, I started on my way again. My legs were feeling tired but good and I was able to keep myself going. I made it up a huge hill, and then sat down again (I know, I know, I won’t be able to stop during the marathon).

But I made it home…it only took me 13 more minutes on the trip home (stops don’t count). So in all, it totally worked and I did get those 17 miles in. I accomplished my goal of trying to get 15-20 miles. It was slow, but I got those darn miles. I feel like I’m more confident in getting those miles completed on 1 November in NYC. I may attempt another long run this weekend to shoot for 20 miles total. But that has yet to be seen.

I can’t believe that I’m this close to running my second marathon. EEK!

Hope you all had a great weekend!