Thinking about how the combination of Hood to Coast, recovery from HTC and this rest week has zapped the feeling that I'm training for something, anything. I'm floating along in this weird limbo where I want to run and hope to run but only for the run itself, not the race.
Thinking about where I need to be and where I'll have to be to just complete the dern thing, much less finish with a time goal. I've scoured training plans, beginner or otherwise, to see if I can hop down and still do what I need to do. When you are eight weeks out from a marathon, I've discovered, it's hard to just jump on something. My best shot is if I find myself running relatively pain free tomorrow and can run 15 miles this weekend. (A girl can dream!)
Trying to think about why I signed up for the thing in the first place. Wait. I know that one - free entry. I am such a sucker for free.
The thinking, at least, helps to divert my attention from the lazy, lethargic feeling that has taken over my body. I've felt more tired this past week with the sleeping in (till 6 or 6:30 a.m.) and the limited workouts. Although, calling them limited workouts is pretty funny since I still hit four hours a week (classes) - 90 minutes more than the recommendation that Americans complete, at minimum, 150 minutes of moderate exercise a week.
Resting like a beauty - new Runner's World, fresh pedi and a bath with Aveda salts
The week, in training.
Monday: Included last week (Oak Brook Half Marathon)
Tuesday: Piloxing (taught) + Bodypump (taught)
Thursday: 3.75-mile run + Rip (taught)
Saturday: Bodypump (taught)
Sunday: 4-mile bike ride to the park. Very slow bike ride as Denali was running alongside me, and he maxes out at 7 mph.