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In this blog post I do so solemnly swear to only recap one week.
I guess my 5 weeks of resting (ish) is sort of over. This week’s workouts arrived in the inbox with some unfamiliar codes: “An power” which I’m guessing means anaerobic power though it should be coded: anaerobic pain.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Monday I ran 6 easy mile on a pretty amazing pacific northwest morning.
There was some of this…
And a little of this…
You get the idea. Pretty much the type of pacific northwest morning one dreams of #sigh. After my 6 I ran some very, very easy strides. I was going to cut them out all together because I’m trying to be careful with my inflexible calves but I think I was over running them this past winter so to be safe I slowed down and it seemed to do the trick (for now).
Tuesday was the anaerobic pain, I mean power day (see I wasn’t that ahead of myself). The plan? 8 x 300m runs up hill at 1500m- 3k pace. Yeah. I have no idea what that is either… so I guess we just run hard until we feel like throwing up right?
Okay so I didn’t attack the hill that hard but it was a pretty good pace. I’d share my splits but they really mean nothing. I made it to about number 4 and felt like I was going to throw-up. At that point I figured I must be doing the workout right. I had flash backs to my high school sprinting days and running Romania hill in Eugene.
I somehow managed to power through #5 & 6 and then let’s just agree that the last 2 were hard and maybe ugly. I didn’t throw-up and I was ridiculously consistent: 59-60 seconds for each of them, so I guess that means a good workout? I stood at the top of the hill at the end and tried to collect what was left of my lungs. I then I shuffled my way through a cool down. I’m still not quite sure how I made it back to my car.
Clearly and anaerobic workout.
Thank goodness Wednesday was a cross training day (45 mins on the bike) and weights (okay the weights were a bit of a challenge on the legs).
Thursday was the 4th of July and I was on a boat!
Not a bad view.
Before the boating I got in 8 easy miles that sort of surprised me since it seemed like a week ago 6 miles felt ridiculously long. I also ran 10 short steep hills. Yep. More hills.
Friday was workout #2 of the week and it either went really well or really not so well. I’m still not sure but I think my Garmin might have been lying to me… or that’s what I keep telling myself.
The plan was an easy 3 mile warm-up, 30 minutes of progression from marathon to half marathon pace based on feel and a 2 mile cool down.
I started the tempo in a woodsy area (not by choice but I will spare you all the boring details behind that little adventure). I knew my first mile was going to be off since Garmin doesn’t really like trees but when I looked down it read 7:07.
Okay. I was hoping for 7:00-6:50 but what- evs, the pace felt ok. On to mile 2. 7:00. 7:00 really? It felt like 6:40s. Dang my pace skills seem to still be on break. I then proceeded to turn into typical obsessive compulsive runner and tried calculating my own splits based on the trails mile and half mile markers.
I think I figured the mile was about .02 off and then I figured out I was being a giant idiot.
It’s July and I’m supposed to be running of feel and this pace feels right.
And I just ran.
Garmin did say my last mile was 6:28 and I swear I didn’t speed up but I guess we will never know. And that is okay friends.
And if you’re wondering if I went back and tried to map it on one of those websites or run it on another day my answer would be no… but I totes thought about, I’m just too lazy.
Ugh… being a runner is exhausting.
Thank goodness Saturday was my rest day.
And Sunday I met some of my favorite fly ladies for runday Sunday… or Sunday runday.
13 miles and the longest since Ojai! Woot woot! It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t horrible so I will take that as a win.
Weekly mileage: 45
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