It’s Monday….already!!
The weekend definitely flew by, especially with daylight savings. My little sister was in town for the weekend. Always great having family in town. She helped get me through the last couple miles of my long run.
What can I say we had fun!!
I haven’t shared much of my training with you lately, and thought I would be open and honest about my most recent workout. I had a high mileage week…..77 miles……way more than I expected. I guess I felt the need to make up for all the bad weather running and take advantage of the warmer temps and melting streets.
I paid for it on Saturday, when it was time for my 22 mile training run, and my legs were tired and heavy. I knew it was going to be a bad run, as my legs were feeling tired during Thursday’s speed workout. I wore my ProCompression socks religiously to help with recovery.
I was thankful for Marc running the first 7 miles of my long run with me, and then I headed off to finish the next 15. By mile 13 my legs were dead and I wanted to call my sister to come and pick me up. I sucked it up and kept running. The miles dragged on, and I kept telling myself, just make it to mile 15, 16, 17, etc.
It was the worst run I have ever had in training. I felt horrible. I wanted to give up. I don’t know what kept me running…most likely pride. As I approached home, I saw my sister running towards me. I was weaving through some back streets and had no idea how she found me. I asked her how she got back on these roads, and she replied “I have no idea, pretty sure I am lost.” Typical comment from my little sister. I was forever grateful though!!
She ran the last 2 miles with me, wearing my running shoes (when shes a size 9.5 and I am a size 8). She kept complaining her hips and shins hurt. It could have been the smaller shoes, that happened to be my old training shoes….maybe, just a thought.
Seeing her was just what I needed. I felt strong those last 2 miles. My sister had no idea how relieved and grateful I was to see her. Just when I was going to throw in the towel and call her to come pick me up, there she be. No joke!!
I was more determined to finish all 22 miles knowing she was running with me. Finally clocked in after 2 hours and 47 minutes of running.
It was the first run in a long time, where I felt defeated and discouraged. I had thoughts of skipping Boston, because “I am just not ready” for it.
After gaining some perspective I realized Boston is 6 weeks away and one bad workout doesn’t mean I am not ready. I have a 1/2 marathon this weekend, and I plan to dial back on the miles to keep my legs fresh and recovered.
As much as I love running, Saturday was not one of those long runs to feel good about.It was one of those runs I swore would be my last…..but then Sunday rolled around. I am happy it’s over and happy it’s Monday. I am happy to have a fresh start and some fresh legs!!
Until next time Be Whole and Be Fit!!
How was your weekend? Did you have a long run? Ever have one of those workouts where you feel totally defeated?