“A day in the life” posts have always been a popular topic in the blogging world. Personally, I’ve never done one before (I don’t think…8 years of blog posts is a lot to remember) because I never fathomed anyone would actually care what my day looks like.
Lately I find myself laying in bed at night after a whirlwind of a day thinking “what the hell happened? Where did the day even go?” My life is amazing and wonderful, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say it’s pretty chaotic as of late, leaving little time for much other than work and training. So incase you were wondering what 100 mile training looks like in my world…here you go:
5:15 am: The alarm clock goes off. My brain immediately races, wondering why it’s gone off so early. Oh that’s right: a client. I hit snooze, I’m all for those extra five minutes.
5:17 am: For some reason, my body doesn’t want to snooze, and instead anxiously awaits the next alarm, so I reluctantly get up. Feed the cats, feed the rabbits, feed myself, get dressed, head out the door.
6:15 am: Train aforementioned client. At this particular gym, clients prefer 30 minute sessions to the traditional hour. Truth be told, I prefer it too. I find so many clients start to get tired towards the end of the hour, and the quality of the workout starts to go downhill. We spend thirty minutes working on upper body strength, and chatting about the client’s upcoming races. I don’t love getting up early, but I do love my job. The early mornings are worth it.
7:00 am: I’m back home. I toast another English muffin because I am perpetually hungry, grab my husband, and head off to the gym. A different gym.
7:30 am: Chest, shoulders, and triceps workout. My strength training has gone to hell towards the second half of my 100 mile training. There seemingly isn’t enough time…and we seemingly can’t get up early enough in the morning. But Geoff has the day off for Good Friday, and we take advantage of it by going to the gym later in the morning, rather than the normal 6 am time slot. We spend the entire session complaining about how weak we’ve gotten.
9:15 am: A long overdue phone call with my older sister. She’ll be crewing for Knock on Wood, and we discussed various things like calories per hour and racing “safe words” if I start to fall apart. I love catching up, but feel awful that I have to spend the majority of the phone call simultaneously packing for the rest of the day. Geoff drives us to the trail while I finish chatting.
10:15 am: Run. 14.36 miles. I’m feeling sluggish and slow. The spring heat (it’s Myrtle Beach after all, so it’s already pushing 80 degrees) is kicking in, and my body is struggling to adapt to the increasing temperatures. We practice ultra pace and our 4 minute run / 1 minute walk race ratio. I find a tortoise in the middle of the trail, which absolutely makes my day. We’ve been running this same trail, at least 5 days a week, for nearly two years, and I’ve NEVER seen a tortoise out there.
We finish our run and sit on the picnic table at the trail head. I valiantly try to clean my incredibly dirty feet and legs off with a wet sock, because I’ve got to go straight to work and there is no time for a shower. We eventually drive to a grocery store so I can stock up on snacks for the rest of the day.
2:00 – 7:00 pm: Work. I fit lots of people in lots of running shoes, and hope they aren’t staring too hard at my dirty toenails while I’m teaching them the benefits of a “runner’s knot”. But the Oofos sandals are too great of a temptation to resist after a longer run, so I bare those dirty feet to the world anyway. I’m grateful for a job in a running store, where no one bats an eye at my compression sleeves…or recovery sandals.
7:15 pm: Geoff drives us from work to the trail, and I’m shoveling food into my face as fast as it will go. I’m ravenous. I tell him these crackers and chips aren’t enough, and I need something more. Something with vegetables. Hey look, there’s a Subway! Geoff gives me the side-eye, reminding me that we are meeting people in 15 minutes to run even more miles, and subway probably wouldn’t sit in my stomach well. I probably shot back the “I’m starving, don’t mess with me” look, and he pulls into the parking lot. I promise to only eat 1/4 of a foot long veggie sub, but end up eating half of it in just a few bites. Oops.
7:35 pm: We run. Again. My stomach only semi-revolts against the Subway. I’m in a foul mood, and try really hard to not take it out on my running partners. I’m tired. Really tired. But the sun sets and we keep running. Ideally I would have done one long run earlier in the day to hit 30 miles, but my day just wouldn’t allow it. Plus, I needed some night miles (in the dark, on the trail) and the fact that I was absolutely exhausted was good mental practice. Relentless forward movement. The miles were slow, with a lot of parking lot stops at the end of loops to refuel, rehydrate, and lament how tired we were. I try to hit the 15, but called it at 10+.
10:xx pm: I don’t remember the exact time. We’re finally home. I eat the rest of my sub trying not to fall asleep on the couch. I shower, and crawl into bed. But first I set the alarm for 5:00 am, because my half marathon training group has an 11 miler to run the next morning, and I have to be there. Plus I need to figure out how to tack another 9 miles on top of that before our 10 am Easter Fun Run.
I’ve been on the go for nearly 18 hours, and that included 24+ miles of running, an upper body strength session, a 5 hour work shift, and training one client. My house is a mess and my animals forget who I am. I silently thank the universe that the kids are spending their second half of spring break at their dads. My head hits the pillow, and I’m immediately asleep.
Twenty eight more days.