I’ve decided I need a shorter post title for Monday’s. Any ideas?? It’s way too long, it’s ridiculous. That’s not the point, just a random thought. Ok, here we go. So, my week didn’t go quite like I had planned. Isn’t that life though? Does it ever go the way we plan? No. The answer is no. I’ll fill you in as I get through the week in training but here is what my week was supposed to look like…
Monday: easy 7
Tuesday: 4×1200 with 400 recovery
Thursday: 8 mile tempo
Friday: easy 5
Saturday: easy 8
Sunday: Long 10
Total Mileage: 46
Monday’s run I did at the gym. The kids were off school that day for Columbus day/teacher inservice and it was pouring down rain and storming that morning. There is NOTHING worse than 7 slow miles on a treadmill. Nothing. Did I say nothing? I meant it. It’s boring. I’m pretty sure I threw in the towel at 6 and called it a day. To all of you who have a better relationship with your treadmill, I’m sorry. I’m trying. There is absolutely a time and a place for an awesome treadmill workout, but slow recovery runs do not belong in this category. Moving on.
Tuesday’s run was great. The only negative was the 20 mph winds. When you’re doing speedwork the wind is not your friend. I had 4×1200’s. This may be my favorite speed work session I’ve had yet. I loved feeling like I could maintain a little faster pace for longer and feel good finishing. It made me feel like this training is working. I was shocked how good I felt coming off a half marathon Saturday and a run Sunday and Monday. I don’t remember my exact splits but I know I hit 8:12 for at least 3 of them which is right where I want to be. Nothing crazy just pushing the pace a little.
This is the pond near our house. It’s called Town Lake, but it’s very much NOT a lake. It’s a pond…but it’s a great place for speed work since the track’s aren’t open during the day.
it was windy but the temps were amazing…hello Fall
I love Wednesdays. It’s a rest day, I usually don’t have to go anywhere so Lila and I just stay lazy at home. It’s awesome. I’m in a dinner club so this is my night to cook. I usually spend quite a bit of time cooking but I love it. It gives me a chance to do something I enjoy besides running. I love trying new recipes and getting creative in the kitchen..even though I have this little mess maker on my heels..
This took about 1/2 a second. I was just brushing my teeth. She’s a quick one
Thursday is tempo day. This means running about 10-15 seconds faster than my marathon pace. I’m working on a couple posts about all these terms I’m using like tempo pace and also on choosing your race pace, so stay tuned. I’ve been fighting a cold and sore throat for about a week. Thursday it seemed to be hitting with full force but I knew I needed to knock this run out. I decided to cut it short and just do 6. Besides, I got a late start and had to clean for my parents coming in town for our middle guy’s birthday this weekend. So, 6 it was. The crazy thing is I got out there and started feeling really great and wished I hadn’t cut it short. That’s the crazy thing about this sport. You never know how a run will go until you get out there and try. My last 3 miles were 8:42. 8:20, 8:12. Oops.
Friday just didn’t go according to plan from the time I woke up. I didn’t feel good and I knew I needed to take a day off. It was only an easy 5 on the schedule so I knew I could miss it and be ok. That was that. I spent the day with my parents and having lunch with our birthday boy and making his cake and I even got a date with my main squeeze.
ok, I tried adding a bit of a blur on this picture, obviously it’s overkill. Photoshop let me down big time but man, our skin is flawless.
baseball cake was the theme for the year..no more superhero’s yall. Tears.
yes, this happened and it was glorious
best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth…head over and read my confessions
post on Erika’s blog to see how much I love french fries.
So, Saturday. I’ve been going back and forth in my mind with how much of this day, this weekend, to share. I’ve found with blogging that the struggle for me is how much to share. I want to be real and transparent but I also want to be sensitive to things in my life and the lives of other’s that just need to remain private. I’m sharing this with you so you get a glimpse into my life and as a gentle reminder that there are things, lots of things, in life more important than running. Life happens, runs get missed.
My parents came in town for Josh’s 6th birthday. It was a special visit because my dad is in what we’ve been told are the end stages of a disease called Multiple Systems Atrophy. I won’t go into the details but it’s an ugly disease. We know that pneumonia(due to built up congestion and something called Stridor) is a very strong possibility at this point.
Saturday morning I was about to head out for my run and my mom came to tell me that dad had fallen(he uses a walker and sometimes a wheelchair) and she needed help getting him up. Once we got him up he began to pass out. I laid him down on the bed and knew it was more than likely a big drop in his blood pressure.
He complained of a headache and not feeling good during the night. This isn’t like him. He always says “he’s fine.” I had a strong feeling we needed to take him in just to be sure it wasn’t pneumonia. We were having Josh’s party that night and I know he didn’t want to miss it, but we needed to get him to the hospital. So, we loaded up and headed to the ER.
They did some tests and found an infection. They immediately put him on IV antibiotics and admitted him. To make a long story short, they believe it was the beginning stages of pneumonia which could have gotten bad pretty fast. I’m so thankful we got him in when we did. They kept him for testing and to see the on call neuro dr. yesterday then sent him home. He and my mom will drive back to Memphis today. So, spending the weekend at the hospital was not on the schedule. But, that’s how life goes sometimes. It wasn’t in my dad’s plan to have this disease. He just keeps saying it stinks. It does, it totally does.
I’m thankful for this weekend even though it didn’t go the way any of us planned. I’m thankful I was able to be here to help, since I live away I’m not able to help as much as I want to. It was scary. But it was a reminder that life is precious and really is but a vapor. It passes so quickly and we all have things that don’t go the way we plan. I hate that this is happening to my dad and there is nothing I can do to fix it for him. But, I also know I serve a great big God who has purpose in all He does and none of this is catching Him by surprise. I don’t have to worry, and neither does my dad.
is this not the sweetest?!?!
I needed Sunday’s run. Not for selfish reasons or because I was freaking out about missing a few days(ok, if I’m being gut wrenchingly honest, there was a freakout moment about missing 14 miles of my week…so dumb but it’s true). I just needed a release. Mom and dad were at the hospital and I knew I could get up early and knock out my 10 miles. I was beyond exhausted after several nights with very little sleep. I knew I’d feel better if I just did it. I started out stiff and tight but warmed up about half way through. Finished with a 9:32 pace with my last mile at 8:40. Who knew?
So. That was my week. I’m going forward this week determined to do my best with my training. I need a good week where I can hit my mileage but I also know if I don’t, the world won’t stop. Thanks for reading today and please keep my family and parents in your thoughts and prayers. I so appreciate each of you who take the time to read this. My prayer today is that you are encouraged to keep pressing on even when life gets messy. Happy Monday friends.
Did your training have some bumps this week?
How do you handle it when you miss some days in training?