You don’t have to tell me. Sic, I know.
It turns out that I didn’t have to do 16 miles last week, but *just* 14. That being said, it still had been a long time since I had done that kind of mileage. I did my speedwork on Tuesday and an easy run on Wednesday. By that point I had 8 miles to go.
I really don’t prefer working out in the evening, but it has been very cold in the mornings so I had been faithfully working them into my day. I got home from work on Friday and allowed myself to rest a bit before embarking on my tempo. I was making my way through my warm up, feeling kind of blah about it, lamenting about how slow and sad I am. As soon as the tempo portion of the work out started, my girls started barking. I had been thinking earlier in the week that it was time to replace my bras and my run had confirmed my thoughts. I had worked out for about one mile and decided to abandon it – I’m not going to put my girls bouncing through already speedwork.
Saturday was family day, but I still fully intended to complete my run in the evening. We stopped at the mall, where Adonis and Lil One patiently waited as I tried on bra after bra, trying to find the right size and style. The only thing I knew I needed was MAXIMUM SUPPORT. I left with 2 new sports bras after jumping around the dressing room and planned to go running after a nap.
I walked for 1/10 of a mile and then picked up the pace. I knew two steps into the run that this bra, too, was failing my girls. I stormed back up the stairs and ripped it off, went back to the mall to return them and to the running store to try another bra. One day remained in the week and I had 7 miles to go. My longest run so far in my training cycle had been 4 miles, so I had a decision to make. Do I break my streak and play it conservative or do I jump to 7 in order to meet my mileage goal?
I decided that I would feel like a loser if I didn’t get my 7 miles done somehow on Sunday. I knew breaking it up into a 4 miler and a 3 miler would make it less likely that it would get done, so I just buckled down for 7 miles in the morning. I walked the first 1/10 of each mile and actually did better in terms of my pace than I had on my 4 miler the previous week. The bra I had purchased from the running store allowed me to focus on my running and not the girls. My pertitstence (sic) had paid off.
There are 17 miles on this week’s agenda. I am planning to complete them on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. I need to keep focusing on good sleep and training and then decide to care about my diet – PMS and my ensuing period tends to make me indifferent but I cannot continue to allow it because that kinda means I’m indifferent about my diet for half of my life.
Pray for me!