Sunday: 18 miles at 11:27 pace, using 4:1 run/walk. Longest. Run. Ever. And I mean that literally and not figuratively. The run actually went by really fast and it felt amazing. I loved every minute of it and was seriously tempted to add another 2 miles on at the end.
Monday: Yoga. Surprisingly, my legs really weren’t all that sore or tired from the 18-miler the day before. I am still really excited about that. I could easily have gone for a short run if I absolutely had to, but I stuck to the plan.
Tuesday: Strength + 15 minutes elliptical. I got to my strength training session early so I warmed up with the minimum resistance on the elliptical. I could tell my legs were still a little tired from the 18-miler but not bad at all.
Wednesday: 8 at 10:52. Plan called for 7, and it was ridiculously hot and humid (but thankfully cloudy). I had it in my mind to tack another mile on, and I did! If I thought that one 8-miler in July left me soaked, this left me even moreso. I made sure to drink enough water and took some Gatorade along, too. I even ate half a pack of gummies at mile 5 to help with the heat. My legs felt great and I kept it slow enough to finish feeling strong … in addition to absolutely soaking wet in sweat.
Thursday: 5 at 10:52. Same exact pace, this time on the treadmill. It was sunny when I woke up and I wasn’t dealing with the heat and humidity AND sun. Noppppe.
Friday: 5 at 10:33. Treadmill again. I wanted to go to my work gym so I could catch up with my trainer a little while I ran. I got up to the workout area and the TV signal was out … on all the TVs. I checked in with my trainer who told me they’d been that way since 6 a.m. That meant a TV-less treadmill run, just me and my headphones with Taylor Swift blarring, starring aimlessly ahead and trying not to stare at the time and miles ticking by so so slowly.
I honestly wasn’t sure I’d make it through this run, but I just focused on getting through 2 miles, then getting through each additional mile, one mile at a time. Truly running in the mile I was in. And telling myself I could have a bagel after if I did 5 instead of 3 miles. And pretending the TV could come back on at any second. And praying someone, anyone, would come over and talk to me for a half to full mile or more.
Saturday: 14 total. 12 at 11:36, using 4:1 run/walk. + 2 at 10:57 on treadmill. From longest run ever to hottest run ever. This is usually my rest day, partially because I work on Saturdays. But one running buddy was out of town and the other one wanted to run to run Saturday instead because she was heading out of town early Sunday.
Honestly, if zero running buddies had been available or wanted to run, I would have skipped my normal long run this weekend. It was just that hot. I would have tried to do 8 on the treadmill Sunday instead, by telling myself I only “needed” to do 5. That’s how I get through treadmill runs, folks.
So when I found out D definitely wanted to run and wanted to do it Saturday, I wasn’t totally like “yay!” Then I realized that 12 miles would technically put me at 48 for the week, and I got excited.
Then I realized that 2 more miles would mean a 50-mile week, and suddenly I really really wanted to check that off my bucket list even though it wasn’t technically on there to begin with.
After a 4:45 a.m. alarm, we hit the W&OD right before 6 a.m. for 12 miles. Starting temperature was 79 and dew point was 75. I never bothered to check the ending temperature. I started really feeling soaked around mile 7.5. Around that same time I realized I hadn’t taken any of the salt caps I’d brought. This week I tucked some in the little zipper pocket on my shorts, without putting them in a baggie first. Oops! They totally dissolved and I laughed as I dug out the remnants and tossed them.
Despite the heat, my legs and breathing felt fine. I ate half a pack of gummies at mile 5 and tried to finish the pack at mile 10 but I only got a few down before just not feeling like eating anymore. With just 2 miles to go and having taken in some Gatorade, I figured that was fine.
Sweat was running down my legs like mad. By time we got back my shorts and tank were totally soaked through, and so were my socks — but they’re Balegas so no blisters or issues!
I hopped in the shower, cursed my decision to pack jeans instead of yoga pants and off to work I went. My legs were definitely a bit tired, but nothing serious. So after working all day, I changed back into running clothes — fresh ones — and ran 2 more miles on the treadmill.
And now I can say I ran 50 miles in a single week. That feels awesome.
And now I am going to go rest … a lot.
Next week — major drop back!
Total weekly mileage: 50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!