DAY | PLAN | ACTUAL
MON | REST | REST
TUE | 3M/STRENGTH | 3.3M (8:53/MI)/STRENGTH
WED | 5M | 5.2M (10:26/MI)
THU | 3M/STRENGTH | 3.1M HILL INT (9:40/MI)/STRENGTH
FRI | REST | REST
SAT | YOGA | BIKRAM90
SUN | 10M | 11 (10:45/MI)
TOTAL |21 MILES | 22.6 MILES
I’m going to keep it short with my weekly wrap-up; I’ve got another idea that ties in with week #5’s title and I’m hoping my scattered brain will come together for a more cohesive and thoughtful piece later this week.
The theme of the start of my second month of marathon training seems to be letting go. You’d think that would be tough for a rigid type A like me, but the truth is, it’s something I’m forced to practice pretty continuously in my life–and I dare say I’m getting better at it. Here it is–just a few of the realizations I’ve had this week that have allowed me to loosen my grip and trust the process:
- As the workload increases, it seems my capability does as well. One thing I can honestly pat myself on the back for is staying in the day/week and not looking too far ahead on my training plan. A lot of things are happening at one time–work is ramping up, I’m committing myself to more side writing projects, and runs are getting a teeny bit longer. Because there is so little time in each day anyway–I’ve forgone my normal anxiety-ridden freak-out over how I’m going to fit everything in. The freak-out doesn’t serve me; rather it steals precious minutes away from my productivity. Each week I’m surprising myself by how much I am capable of. Instead of thinking, I’m doing. And, I’m doing all of it, for now. I figure I’ll save the anxiety for the week that I actually can’t follow through with what I have planned–until then, onward.
- Apparently I won’t die if I only get to yoga once a week. I love my yoga practice. I take it just as seriously as my running; it is a huge part of my life. Normally I attend 2-3 classes a week (and sometimes more if I’m not working). However, with marathon training, I just don’t have the time or the energy to fit the extra class in. I want to force it on Wednesday mornings, but I feel it in my gut that it’s the wrong thing to do, and I’ve been listening to that. Less yoga plus more running means I’m a lot stiffer these days. When I do make it to class on Saturdays, I’m a much different student. Normally I work really deeply into poses, there’s a lot of focus on micro-mechanics, fine tuning smaller technical aspects of the postures. These days, I’m just not there–my only focus is getting in the most complete and safe and restorative stretch that I can. It’s been an adjustment, but it’s also been kind of awesome to realize that I can adapt; my practice is generous, and it allows me to allocate the energy I used to bring to it to wherever else I need it. My yoga will have it’s season again. I will attend posture clinics and stay after class to tweak and work more deeply. But for now, I’m just going to stay super grateful for every Saturday morning and appreciate the relief and healing that’s brought into my body through those ninety minutes.
- I’m pretty much murdering hills lately. You guys allowed me to whine and bitch and moan–all while assuring me that hills would get easier if I kept on incorporating them. I incorporate the hell out of them. Three out of my four runs a week include major hill work and it’s paying off in spades. I dare say I look forward to hills now. Yesterday on my long run I conquered the over and back of the Williamsburg bridge like it was nothing. After almost three miles of hill work–some up and some down, I sped off the ramp like a beast with quads that felt like they could lift all of Williamsburg’s new crappy high rises right off the ground.
- 11 was kinda cake. My training plan yesterday called for 10 miles but I knew I would end up around 11 because of the route I wanted to take. When I left the house I felt excited to run and anxious to settle into two hours worth of podcast listening. The run went great. I took it pretty slow and was able to end with 3 strong miles at a pace almost 2 min/mile faster than what I ran for most of the run. Later in the day I mentioned to my husband that I was a little sore and he sort of laughed at me. “Well you ran 11 miles, a little soreness is to be expected, right?” When he said this was the first time I realized that with half marathon training, 11 miles was my max run–it was the BIG KAHUNA. Now it’s a distance that I wouldn’t mind being longer–more time with my podcasts, and my city, and my thoughts. This process is pretty cool. Growth is exhilarating.
Alright, how about you? Anything you’ve been especially conquering this week? Anything you’ve let go of that’s completely working out without your stranglehold on it? I wanna hear it!
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