Last week’s miles: 9.4
This week’s miles: 30.5
Weight: 130.5 BMI: 19.3
Fitbit steps 1/25 – 1/31: 89,900
Miles: I’m hitting the heavy duty long runs. Last Sunday I ran 10 miles in just under 2 hours, and this morning I logged 11 miles in 2:10:34 (so my weekly mileage is especially high because it has two long runs in it, due to running my long run today because of the winter weather we’re supposed to get in Dallas tomorrow). I probably need to do an entirely separate blog post on my experience running 10+ miles, which I have never done in my life, and never thought I would do in my life.
Diet: After last week’s Mexico healthy eating hiatus, I’m back on track this week (and even dropped a pound). It’s still VERY much a work in progress figuring out the best way to eat to have the energy I need for the runs, eat (mostly) clean, feed my three (picky) kids without making separate meals for myself, and managing my hunger from the runs.
I’ve added organic lowfat chocolate milk as a recovery drink (haven’t drank that since I was a kid!), and so far my favorite pre-run snack, which I try to eat roughly an hour before I run (although that’s impossible on the pre-work, 5:15am runs), is a piece of toast with peanut butter and sliced banana.
General notes: My mileage is starting to creep up there – I really can’t believe I ran 30 miles this week. I remember when I was intimidated by 3.1 miles for a 5k! The further I get into the half marathon training, the more I realize how much I have to learn about this sport, but also just how “mental” running is.
Fortunately, I have a lot of experience with that. There’s really not much difference between swimming lap after lap, muscles burning, wanting desperately to quit, and putting one foot after another, mile after mile. Of course, I don’t have a coach watching me, ready to yell at me if I stop. And swimming comes naturally and effortlessly to me.
Running, not so much.
Still, the tenacity, determination, and ability to keep moving when you really, really want to stop, is the same. I’m learning my own Jedi mind tricks. Running for 2+ hours is a LOT of time in my head, alone with my thoughts.
Except when my husband, daughter, and mastiff surprise me by showing up at mile 5 (of 10) to cheer me on. Mile 5 was my fastest split, by the way.