marathon training: week 12
This last week of training was pretty bumpy in the beginning, but ended up being great. I was having a pretty shitty week in real-life, but used running as my “Pharmacy-free Rx,” which worked wonders.
The next two weeks = peak training weeks, which means two more weeks of high mileage before it’s time to taper. I’m getting more antsy by the minute (28 days till Eugene, whaaaat), but luckily I feel like the real countdown to Oregon can begin. So does my iPhone.
I received some very sad news regarding my friend’s family right as I was entering the studio, and I probably should’ve turned right around. But, no better time for a yoga class? Spent about half the class in child’s pose.
Tuesday: 5 miles (8:00), strength
Easy five miles along the Hudson. All I really remember was that it was cold and windy.
Wednesday: 9 miles (7:45)
This run was… interesting. I had 6 miles on the schedule, so decided to do one loop of Central Park after work. However, I got so “in the zone” and ended up going for nine. I’ve had those runs where I literally feel like I’m flying, but this was necessarily the case. I just felt numb. I ended the run and didn’t even feel tired. It was bizarre.
Friday: 5 miles (7:50), strides & strength
I worked from home on Friday so was able to sneak a “late morning” 9:30 run in. I went around the hood and the track, and felt really great. I made it home just in time for a conference call too, where I was laying on my yoga mat in a sports bra. AND NOBODY KNEW.
Saturday: 20 miles (8:20)
Did my long run in Northport, since I was home visiting my fam for Easter! I had no idea how this run would go, since my neighborhood is obnoxiously hilly. After stalling for two hours in the AM, I went. The first half, as always, was great — I ran to the beach and all around the harbor. Then I started getting super thirsty, so went on a water fountain hunt for a few miles. (Local library FTW). Then, since I’m a genius, I decided to map out the final 10K that led me to a massive, steep motherf*cking hill at mile 15. With about 30 meters left, my body just buckled. I physically couldn’t run the final few steps, so walked to the top, which luckily has a very scenic view of the LI Sound. I shut off my music and realized I was wheezing like a crazy person, so allowed my asthmatic lungs to chill out for a minute, told myself “only five more miles, only five more miles,” and was able to finish the run, while exhausted, still in one piece. I even managed to hang out with some frieeeends downtown a few hours later (instead of my usual nap+eat+nap+eat+go to bed routine after long runs).
Sunday: 4 miles (8:00)
Recovery run before Easter brunchhhhhh! My body was pretty tired, but it felt good to shake out the legs. Anways… EASTER FOOD.