(That’s “Don’t Train Like an Asshole“, for those of you that missed my grandiose plan. )
I’m not going to lie: I never read your training week summary blog posts.
(That is a collective “you” to the blog universe.)
It’s not that don’t like your blog, it’s that I just don’t really care how many miles you ran, or how many Barre classes you went to. Because it’s all relative; the numbers mean nothing to me, just as the number of miles I’ve run or the number of deadlifts I’ve done doesn’t matter to you. I don’t say that to sound snarky, but instead to reiterate that we are all at different points in our training journey, so a 35 mile training week might be HUGE for one person, or an “easy” week for another. As such, I’ve never been one to write my own “training week recap” blog posts.
But now I’m going to be a total hypocrite and start posting my own training week summary blog posts.
The truth is, while I hardly ever read the training updates of other bloggers, I suppose the purpose of keeping one is the exact reason why I started this blog in the first place, many, many miles ago: to hold myself accountable.
Also, since we are being brutally honest here, I’m suffering from a 2 week case of severe writers block. So sometimes, to get past the block, I have to just write ANYTHING, even if it is pure crap, just to purge my mind.
Therefore, I won’t be offended if you skip this post. But if you want to know about my week (I found it entertaining), continue on.
Week #1 was…interesting. I started off the week by missing run #1. This, surprisingly, wasn’t a stupid move on my part, but rather a GOOD one. I was still feeling really run down from the previous weeks epic strep throat attack. For once, I listened to my body.
Wednesday brought a 5 mile trail run in the dark. I love running at night. It’s both terrifying and thrilling. Plus, your regular route looks completely different in the dark. I know, I know… you read that and thought “uhm, well obviously Heather, it looks different because IT’S DARK.” But what I meant is that everything feels different; each twist, turn, hill, and open field has a different feel to it at night.
Thursday, a 5 mile road run with the local running group. We ran down the longest, paved, straightaway that I’ve ever seen that WASN’T a road. It was muggy and the run felt much further than 5 miles, but it was done.
Friday: rest day, other than teaching a Senior step class.
Did I mention I’m back on the group exercise bandwagon? Unfortunately, one of our instructors at my new gym broke her ankle. They needed replacement instructors for some of the Silver Sneakers/Senior classes, so I dusted off my 125 bpm oldies music collection and got to work. I forgot how much I LOVE teaching this age group.
Our training plan calls for back to back long runs. In theory it sounds simply like a case of mustering up the mental willpower to get out there for a second long run the morning after your first, but as we found out, it’s SO MUCH MORE than that.
Saturday morning we showed up to a local group run at 5:30 am. The temps were in the 70’s which felt like a cold front had blown through, and we were all loving it. The first 3 miles we ran WAY too fast with a handful of running friends. Then we reminded ourselves that we have a lot of miles to cover that weekend, so it was probably in our best interest (don’t be an asshole, Heather) to slow down. So we did.
In fact, we slowed down so much that we actually had to cut our run short by 1 mile so I could get to work on time: 11 miles instead of 12.
Saturday afternoon I spent a good hour on the floor, foam rolling, stretching, and doing all of the things that my hips hate…but need.
Sunday. Sunday we woke up MUCH later than anticipated, but were excited to get long run #2 done none the less. The schedule called for 10 miles, and we wanted to hit the trails…because a) they are slightly easier on the body, and b) who doesn’t want to run trails, honestly? It was a gorgeous, sunny day. The delayed onset muscle soreness in my legs wasn’t too bad.
But then we started running.
And it wasn’t soreness that got me, but just a general feeling of fatigue in my legs. You know, cement feet. The condition where it feels like it takes absolutely all of your strength simply to move your legs forward. We STRUGGLED through the run. It didn’t help that this particular track is incredibly windy with tons of sharp, short switchbacks, so I felt like the brakes were on the entire time. By the time we finished the 7 mile loop, the mid day temps were already approaching 90 degrees, and we called it quits. I’m not sure which end of the “don’t train like an asshole” pendulum that decision belongs on, but we were done.
28 miles for the week.
What I learned during week 1:
- Long run #2 is a big, fat, mental game. There’s no way around the fact that it’s going to hurt, so you just HAVE to push through. I can’t think of better mental preparation for an ultra, so this training technique makes sense in more than one way.
- I need to find a post long run #1 nutrition recovery plan. My legs were wrecked on Sunday, and I’m certain it partially had to do with depleted (and not replenished) muscle glycogen stores. This weeks approach of bloody marys, a couple of beers, and some fried appetizers at happy hour was obviously NOT the best choice. Obviously I knew this, but when you date your running partner, sometimes the post long run “runchies” and date night intertwine and you both end up being a horrible influence on each other. Oops?
So there you have it. We’re nearly done with week #2, but I’ll update ya’ll (<–look, my South Carolina is showing!) about it sometime next week. Hopefully this post has broken the writers block that has plagued me, and I can now bring you a shoe review or something else useful. I have been running in Sketchers (I know!) and I have a lot to say about it.
Reader question: Do you read other peoples weekly training updates? If you made it to this question, I’m going to assume the answer might be yes, haha. Why or why not?