Marathon #2: One Month Later

Monday.  The start of the fourth week of marathon training, and the first day of class.  My shift ended at 7 a.m.; class started at 8 a.m.  I had just enough time to jump in the tub, change clothes, and grab some breakfast on my way out the door.  A recovery run was on the schedule, as it is every Monday, but after 5 hours of class, no sleep for 24 hours, and homework to do, I just didn’t make the run happen.  I closed my eyes for just a second and was gone for the night.

Tuesday.  A good night’s sleep does wonder for a body!  I caught the 5 a.m. CrossFit class and headed to school for an 8 a.m. start to my 5 hour class.  Tuesdays are the dreaded track days, and with temps hovering at or above 100 degrees at 6 p.m., I was NOT looking forward to running fast.  But because of the heat, the coach modified our workout and made us take mandatory breaks in the shady breezeway between our laps.  We did 4 x 400 meters and 4 x 200 meters.  Despite the heat, it wasn’t too bad!

Wednesday.  Day 3 of class, and I was up early again to catch the 5 a.m. CrossFit class.  I intended to make up the recovery run from Monday, but by the time I finished homework, I was exhausted and again, it just didn’t happen.  Boo.

Thursday.  I got up early to get my run in before class started at 8 a.m.  A 5 mile tempo run was on the schedule, and I got it done, in the dark, by 6 a.m.  I don’t really like running in the dark, but the upside was the much cooler temps, or at least lower humidity, at 5 a.m., but I still came home drenched.  Then, it was class for 5 hours and a 12 hour overnight shift.

Friday.  Rest day.  And rest I did.  I got in lots of naps between errands and had an early night.  I think maybe Sunny’s habits are rubbing off on me.

013Saturday.  Long slow distance day.  We were supposed to run 11 miles, most of it a hill course.  Unfortunately, we woke up to thunderstorms–lots of lightening and heavy rain.  I drove to our meeting spot in hopes that the storm would pass, but 45 minutes after our start time, the storm was still going with more on the way.  The head coach canceled the run, and I went home, feeling kind of glad but concerned since I was already a run behind this week.  I’ve been extra tired this week, and while I look forward to Saturday runs I wasn’t really feeling it today.  Still, my plan was to come home and run on the treadmill.  What happened instead was I came home and took a nap, did laundry, and some light house cleaning.  Finally, around noon I convinced myself that I really should get some miles in, so I jumped on the treadmill and did my 11 miles.  Well, actually, I did 11.38 miles.  Thank goodness for iPads and Netflix!  Eleven miles on a treadmill is just brutal, even though it was a flat run at a slow pace.

I tried out some new nutrition during my run today as well–Sport Beans.  I didn’t cramp with them, and I liked the taste.  They are kind of gummy, though, and stuck to my teeth.  I’d like to try them again on a more vigorous run to see how they work.

011So what do I want to do differently next week?

  1.  Write out a schedule to include runs.  School has added a new dimension to marathon training.  This has been a tough week trying to balance sleep since I work night shift and getting my workouts in.  There’s enough time.  I just need to be extra diligent in using my time wisely.
  2. Get in my recovery run.
  3. Continue to work on cleaning up my diet.

Talk to me:

What did you do this week?

What do you like to do on rainy days?

Author: Juanita

Thanks for dropping in! I'm Juanita. People tell me I don't look like a Juanita since I'm red headed and freckled with super pale skin, but what's in a name, right? I'm a 40-something, single (as in no kids, never been married) gal from Oklahoma. I'm a nurse and most importantly, a follower of Jesus. I love chocolate, am scared of heights, and petrified of snakes. After my fortieth birthday and coming to grips with the fact that I was obese, I discovered I'm a runner and a CrossFitter, and that there's a whole lot of life left to live. I just had to get past the fat, stare down the fear, and realize that 40 is not too old for new beginnings. So this is the story of my struggles and adventures in the quest to live a healthy life in mind, body, and soul.

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