So, after a few really great weeks, I finally had a not-so-stellar week. It was bound to happen eventually - anyone who's been a runner long enough knows that a bad run or workout isn't the end of the world, even if at the time they think it is. Moving on. Here's the week's recap...
Monday 3/11/13 - Plan RUN 2 miles (11:10 pace) / STRENGTH (30 min) - Did RUN TM 1600s (4 MI inc w/u, 2x1600 in 9:00 w/ 800 jogs, c/d). 4 miles total in 40 minutes. I knew with my schedule this week, I needed to shift things around, so I got up before the sun and hit the gym. I was at Parent-Teacher Conferences until almost 8:15, so it's a good thing I worked out in the morning.
Tuesday 3/12/13 - Plan BIKE (45 min) - Did SWIM - 1 mile in about 57 minutes. Did a ladder workout of sorts and it was slow and made me lose confidence in my swimming. Is it possible to forget how to swim?
Wednesday 3/13/13 - Plan RUN (4 mile tempo inc w/u, 2 miles at 9:00, c/d) - Did amazing RUN. I did my first 2-a-day run workout and it was phenomenal. Run 1 was 3 miles in 31 minutes (10:24 pace) and run 2 was with Brea and she pushed me to 3 miles in 27:46 (9:15 pace)!!! We finished the run with a night out at a brewpub with 3 of the guys from the running group. So glad I was able to make this run happen and meet up with Brea.
Thursday 3/14/13 - Plan RUN 2 miles (11:10 pace) / STRENGTH 30 min - Did nothing. I had Parent-Teacher Conferences and decided to take a rest day.
Friday 3/15/13 - Plan REST - Did BIKE - I rode on the trainer for about 10 min and realized my back tire was flat. Finished with about 15 min of abs. It wasn't what I wanted but at least I got something in.
Saturday 3/16/13 - Plan RUN 10 miles (11:10 pace) - Did RUN 10.4 miles in 1 hr, 55 min (11:01 pace). This run really sucked. Yes, I met my pace goal but at this point, I'm really better than that. The route was icy and the wind was brutal but I really shouldn't use that as an excuse. I hated pretty much every minute of the run, especially the part at mile 2.5 where 2 dogs ran up to me. If you know me at all, you know I'm not a fan of dogs - especially ones that are unleashed and jump on me when I'm running. Literally - one jumped on me and they were not small dogs. I tolerate my friends dogs and even had dogs when I was growing up, but dogs on runs and me don't mix. I don't like it when people bring their dogs on group runs and I'm terrified of stray dogs I see on the trails/streets. So, it's no surprise I was completely freaked out and the stupid dogs decided it would be fun to run with me for about 1/2 a mile. They would run up to every house's front door and then back to me. I've had friends who were bit and the entire time I was afraid one or both of them would turn on me. They eventually left (ran into someone's back yard through an open gate) but I worried the rest of the run that they'd be back there on my return trip through that area. To make matters worse, I had GI issues before I even left the house and felt sick the entire run. I think the stress with the dogs just compounded the tummy ache. I only took in about 3 sips of water and 2 shotbloks, which I'm sure didn't help my energy levels. Between the weather, road/sidewalk conditions, GI troubles and dumb dogs, this run was nothing like my last few runs and I was frustrated and pissed off the rest of the day. I bitched to a few friends about it, but basically it was what it was. I even ended up much more sore than I thought I should which just pissed me off even more.
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This is my take-away from the week, though. Or at least this is what I'm trying to tell myself. My goals for this year are not going to be defined by one crappy weekend of training.
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