The week, in training:
Monday: 4.27 miles
Tuesday: 5.03 miles, intervals + BODYPUMP (taught)
Thursday: 4.26 miles + 2.5 miles
Saturday: BODYPUMP (taught)
Sunday: Unplanned rest (sick)
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I will be the first person to tell someone to listen to her body. To do the smart thing. To rest. And yet, I am the worst person when it comes to taking my own advice. I push and push and get frustrated when I don't see the results I was hoping for, which more than likely didn't happen because I pushed too hard.
Last week, I mapped out a week of workouts, incorporating the start of two-a-days to prepare for Hood to Coast. It sort of messes thing up, giving me five runs on four days when I've been accustomed to five runs on five days. I was struggling with what to do on Friday, and I gave myself the option to run very easy or bike to the office on Friday. Just a little sumthin' sumthin' to get my body moving and to acquire the "mandatory" sixth day of exercise. What I didn't map out was a show off move in BODYPUMP, lifting too much during squats and spending most of the week sore or a handful of runs that felt incredibly hard. When Friday came around, I was finally able to walk without wincing and knew I had a run in me ... but I also knew I would have a better weekend run in me if I rested.
So I did the smart thing and gave myself an extra day. It was awesomely refreshing and nerve-wracking, as I don't think I trust myself to take off days like that without gaining weight. But my legs thanked me. I began dreaming up 10 miles of awesome for the long run that awaited me on Sunday.
And then I picked up a stomach bug. I had originally thought I had eaten myself sick at a party on Saturday but three days later, it still sounds like an alien lives in my belly. So I'm on day three of rest and too many to count without running.
It sucks. And I'm getting cranky.