marathon training: week 9
Nothing tooooo terribly exciting to note. It was an up and down/kind of emotional week for me, as I realize how much training affects so many other areas of life: mood, sleep quality, energy levels, appetite, social life, concentration, laundry frequency…
Monday: Stretch/ foam roll, light yoga at home
I wanted to go to my usual Monday night yoga class, but my hip was in so much pain I wanted to nurse it at home. I think I need a hip replacement — just another sign I’m legit an old woman.
Tuesday: 5 mile tempo (7:32 pace)
This run was wonderful. I went down the west side highway just around sunset, and decided to pick up the pace and see how long I could hold it. I closed the last mile in 6:55, but felt like I could’ve kept going, which is always a good sign.
Felt totally out of it and had no motivation to workout. Freaked out about this for a little while but then got over it.
Thursday: Treadmill interval workout, lift
Still felt a little off, but got to the gym and fell back into a rhythm once I started running. Did a simple but tough treadmill workout: sprint on an incline for 1 minute, then run at 7.5mph for 2 minutes. Repeat for 20 or so minutes, with a 5 min warm up and cool down. Then I lifted lots of heavy things and felt great. Then I did core work, and as usual, hated life.
Friday: 5 miles (8:00 pace)
Woke up early to run before work, and then was greeted with SNOW. WHAT. I ended up running on the treadmill after work and felt fine. But more importantly, I went out to Brooklyn Brewery that night for Danielle’s 25th birthday (!!!!) and watched her house some beers. #LOVEYOU
Saturday: 18 miles (8:03 pace)
This was my redemption run. I went into it super excited, mainly because it was so beautiful out, and the positive energy pushed me throughout. I ran along the east and west side highway and dodged all the tourists/creepy people dressed up as the Statue of Liberty (HORRIFYING). Minus the scary people dressed up as statues, I literally found myself smiling the whole time. My pace hovered just below 8 mins per mile, minus the two times I had to run over the Williamsburg bridge and nearly fell apart. Oh well. Miles 15-18 were pretty tough, but I still felt strong and close the last mile in 7:11. I think I’m doing something right.
Sunday: 3 miles recovery (8:30 pace)
Running 3 miles at an easy pace was mentally and physically way more challenging than the 18 miles the day before. (It’s funny how that happens.) Granted, I got about three hours of sleep the night prior, thanks to going to a bar called “No Fun.” Still unsure about this marketing strategy…