Well I have done it - I have trained more than a hundred miles already! But what a week I've had... I have been burning the candle at both ends and then some. I ended up skipping my final 6 mile training run of the week. I had planned to do it while away at a seminar Friday and Saturday... but I was just EXHAUSTED. I have felt that way all week. This morning was no exception.
After a mere 6 hours of sleep (I require 8+ hours) I got up at 3:30 AM. I know what you're thinking - crazy pre-dawn running woman! But look at what I am up against:
So at 4:21 AM I got started. I had planned to do an out-and-back loop. My husband, however, had expressed the night before that he wished I wouldn't run that particular course. He'd prefer that I run "out in the middle of nowhere." I rallied for my chosen course because of businesses and streetlights; his argument was big trucks and late-night drunks. I headed out for my original course... but that didn't last long.
I decided to make it a two-loop course, thus going out 3.25 and heading home for 6.5, then repeating it. Not exciting, but a compromise of sorts. Well, before I even got to mile 4, I wanted to quit. Even my eyes were tired. I felt like Dean Karnazes - sleep running! And my belly hurt. Everything hurt.
I began to think about how I would feel if I only did 6.5 miles today. If I pride myself on one thing, it's that I do not mess with my longruns. Cutting it in half would definitely be messing with it! And I thought of this blog and how I'd have to write that I did not meet my goal. And I thought about marathon day and how I want to be my best that day -- thus, I need to do every longrun! And I even thought about Elijah and how he can't just skip chemo whenever he wants. So, somehow, within mile 5 I got a second wind. At the point to turn home around mile 6, I decided to keep on going straight. From there I proceeded to zig zag my way around a 2-mile radius from home. I think I went down every road I know! And I even threw in an extra .1 to make today's run a half-marathon, rightfully called Bellyaching Half-Marathon. I bet Charlie did not bellyache as he ran his second half-marathon yesterday!
My average pace was 12:50. Bleh! But considering that I wanted to quit early on, I'd say it was a smash success.
I have determined the exact cause of the bellyaching: an extremely busy week and poor choices. My week was crazy busy AND I did not eat like a runner on several occasions. And I had to go out of town. As I was running it finally hit me: this training schedule requires me to as A LOT of my body. My previous marathon training schedule can't hold a candle to this one. A lot more sacrifices have to be made. Looking back, I could practically do what I wanted and eat what I wanted last time around. NOT THIS TIME. This much more intense training requires that I be on my game in all aspects. No skimping on sleep and NO skimping on nutrition. Lesson learned! My life should get more "back to normal" in about 9 days... the sleep queen shall return!
I am very sore today. That run really did me in, I think. Those darn hills! Ugh. I am pondering driving somewhere else for my longrun course next weekend. Chasen says he has a "hot and cold running wife." HA!