It’s been thirteen weeks, and I must admit something: I am feeling physically and mentally fatigued. Fortunately, my weeks remaining are dwindling down, so I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel now that I have eight marathon training weeks left.
Four miles at an easy pace. I also did heavy back squats in the afternoon. It was my intent to go light, but I felt like I would be cheating myself from muscle growth, so I went heavy. Heavy for me was 130 pounds. I was also, for the first time in two weeks, wearing a pair of new shoes: Brooks Transcend. I won’t be haste in forming an opinion with just one run, but they allowed me to run without Achilles and or plantar foot pain.
Six miles. My back squats ended up hurting me on this run. In fact, I was so sore, I had to walk after every mile. What was supposed to be an easy six mile run turned into an arduous mental run. The idea of quitting crossed my mind hundreds of times. But I had to remind myself that sometimes, running is all about crossing the finish line, even if it means crawling across it.
Five Miles. They were slow and my legs felt so much better than they did on Tuesday’s run. Although, I was still paying the price for heavy back squats, I managed to to finish my run with less mental and physical pain. Since I did not get enough of heavy back squats on Monday, I decided to do a set of heavy front squats on Wednesday afternoon. Back squats are easier than front squats, so my weight reps were made up of 120lbs versus 130lbs.
Eight Miles. I was afraid of this run, mostly because of the heavy front squats I had performed the night before. Much to my surprise, my legs felt great, and I averaged under 9 minute miles for all eight miles! This run was redemption for Tuesday’s run.
Four miles. Spent 40 minutes getting the toddler and the dog ready so that I could run outside pushing the toddler in the stroller and run the dog. The dog and the toddler were tame, but the wind – Ay, ay, ay! There were over 20 mph winds and I had to refrain from swearing like a sailor due to the presence of the little one. This was a run full of resistance training.
Seventeen Miles. Woke up on Saturday feeling completely irritable. It didn’t help when I looked outside my window and saw dark skies, rain, and WIND! Thoughts of skipping my long run entered my mind. Thoughts of postponing my run entered my mind. Thoughts of running half the distance on the treadmill entered my mind. I honestly did not want to face the wind. But this long run wasn’t just for my marathon training. My seventeen miles were to honor my grandma’s life.
My grandmother passed away on January 11, 2013, two months shy from what was supposed to be her 93rd birthday. My seventeen miles were to celebrate the 36 years she spent giving me unconditional love. My grandmother always prayed for my safety, well being, and to make sure I was always surrounded by people who would help me follow the right path. She always had a plate of warm food ready for me when I got home from school. She took care of me when I was sick and walked me to school every morning from the first grade on to the fifth grade. There wasn’t a moment in my life where I doubted my grandmother’s love for me. Losing her has been very painful for me, because in a way, my grandmother was like my mother. She helped raise me and gave me emotional and physical affection. They say time heals all wounds, but the pain I felt the day I saw her coffin slowly descent into her final resting place is the same pain I still feel when I think about her today. I’ve no doubt when the day comes I will be taking my final breaths of life, the memories of my grandmother will definitely play before me, and they will continue to do so as I continue my journey of life.
Weekly Miles: 44
Monthly March Miles: 88