After an exhilarating first month of sticking to all of my scheduled runs, I was ready to begin another successful week of training. The only difference this time around was that my running schedule was going from four days of non-consecutive running in a week, to six consecutive days of running! In all honesty, I don’t believe I’ve ever done a week of 6 straight running days, so this was indeed going to be a challenging week.
Three easy miles, and I welcomed them with excitement because I knew the runs after Monday would get longer and more taxing.
I did a Crossfit workout in the morning so that I could watch the College Football Championship game between Oregon and that other team that shall remain nameless. Since I’m a sore loser, I won’t express how disappointed I was to see the Ducks get so close to the title to only have an atypical performance the day of the championship.
Eight miles. I’d be lying if I said I was excited about this run. I’m actually a very sensitive person. There is this part of me that really takes to heart the injustices that occur around the world. When I read about some of the horrendous tragedies happening, it makes me feel so impotent. I begin to question my role on Earth and wonder how I can make a difference in the lives of others. How can I help stop beheadings, stoning, and the oppression of women, children, and innocent men? I apologize, I don’t mean to go off on a tangent, but these thoughts were heavily weighing upon my heart and mind, and they crossed over to my mental state of running. Running on the treadmill didn’t help either. Running alone is very therapeutic, but being able to run outside is like getting a massage on the beach, with palm trees swaying, and the ocean waves caressing the surf while having a foo-foo drink with an umbrella within reach. In other words, Bo Derek was not running on a treadmill when they shot her famous beach scene (insert smiley face).
There were a couple of times during my run when I wanted to quit because I was so overcome with emotions, but I stuck with it, and I’m very proud of that. About an hour after my run, I did a crossfit session that included heavy repetitions of back squats.
My friend Sarah wanted to run with me after she was out of work at 3:30 pm. Unfortunately, I couldn’t run until after my husband got out of work at 5:30 pm – almost 45 minutes after the sun set. Fortunately, my friend still agreed to run with me in the dark, with insane winds howling in our ears. Had it not been for her company, this would have been another run on the treadmill. Misery loves company is rather appropriate to describe our run.
It was another run on the treadmill and another mental struggle to finish eight miles. Don’t know if it was fatigue, or apathy, or lack of calories (I can’t seem to get enough calories because I’m constantly hungry), but once again, I had to fight the desires to throw in the towel and quit. In the end, finishing alone was the biggest accomplishment. I was determined to finish this run no matter how long it took me.
Got up at 4:45 in the morning to do a 40 minute Crossfit session that included lifting, push-ups, air squats, and pull-ups. Forty minutes seemed daunting at first, but I felt good throughout the workout and surprisingly made it without questioning whether I would be able to finish it.
I was supposed to have run an easy four miles, and I should have, and I would have, but daylight escaped me, and since my husband and I rarely get time together, I opted to let go of the four miles and spend the evening with him instead. Plus, I had nine miles that still needed to get done on Saturday morning.
Woke up on Saturday morning around 6:30 am to MORE WIND! In fact, the winds were so strong, it was knocking down our metal lawn chairs to the ground. When I looked at my weather app, a strong wind advisory was in effect for our area. It was close to 30-40 mile per hour winds! Did I stall? Yes. Did I want to skip the run? Yes. Did I want to let my friend Sarah down by sending her a “won’t be doing the long run” text? Absolutely not!
It was only appropriate to end nine miles of training week five with sleet pelting our faces, winds blowing us sideways and under, me sliding down 10 feet of an icy, steep hill and cutting my finger on the way down. My friend and I both agreed the steep hill was off limits until spring due to safety concerns.
Total weekly miles: 33
Feeling proud, determined and hoping week six will bring less challenging running days.