So, how about that 2+ month blogging hiatus?
I have not forgotten to blog. In fact, as the weeks passed by, I felt increasingly guilty about neglecting my little corner of the internet. This, in turn, led me to feel indignant and resentful; it’s my blog, and if I don’t want to write, I shouldn’t feel (self-imposed) pressure to do otherwise.
Did I not feel like writing? That’s a complicated question.
Even when I wanted to write, I’ve had very little time. My life, logistically speaking, tends to grow harried and frenzied in predictable patterns. In any given calendar-year, I am reliably underwater for roughly 4-5 weeks from mid-August to mid-September, then again for the holidays, then again for the month of May. There may be other very busy, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days, or weeks, that are circumstance-specific, but you can place bets on those spans as always crazy.
This year, however, has the been the first year (that I can remember) that it just never eased up from that mid-August mania. I kept waiting for it to settle down, for there to be the weeks when we weren’t supposed to be in 2, 3 or 4 different places at once. Where I didn’t have to plan on takeout dinners at least 1-2 nights a week, because I wasn’t even home to cook. It turns out the ages when I am officially overwhelmed, over-scheduled, and over-committed as a mother of 3 kids are 12, 14 and 16.
Truth be told and in full disclosure, however, much of the time, I haven’t wanted to write. Like for so many, the (national and international) events of the past few months have left me very … weary.
I haven’t been blogging, but I have been running. And this, also, is where I hesitate to say too much. Knock on wood. Throw salt over my shoulder. Cross my fingers.
*whispers* I’ve been running really, really well.
This Sunday, I’m running half marathon #6, the BMW Dallas half marathon. I have diligently followed my training plan, even with the crazy-making, harried hamster wheel of my life. I haven’t skipped a single run, and only rarely shaved the occasional mile or two off sessions (and never from the weekend long run, only with the mid-week runs, when I might only cover 5 or 6 miles instead of 7 or 8, because #motherhood and #teaching).
“They” say that long runs should average 30-60 seconds min/mile slower than desired race pace; for a runner of my speed and caliber, I think it’s recommended to pace more solidly on the 1 full minute slower end. So, when I began my half training in earnest all the way back on October 8th, I figured an 8 mile run at a 10:40 pace was just a fluke. A good day.
But then this happened.
- Sat Oct 15th: 6 miles at 10:55 min/mile
- Sat Oct 22nd: 9 miles at 10:49 min/mile
- Sat Oct 29th: 8 miles at 11:04 min/mile
- Sat Nov 5th: 10 miles at 11:08 min/mile
- Sat Nov 12th: 11 miles at 11:18 min/mile
- Sat Nov 19th: 12 miles at 10:59 min/mile
- Sun Nov 27th: 10 miles at 11:00 min/mile
- Sat Dec 3rd: 8 miles at 10:57 min/mile
I have been nailing my long runs. I wasn’t trying to overly exert or push myself, and I finished each run feeling okay (ie not ready to vomit and spend the rest of the day in bed. Although some of those days did involve a nap). As of today (Tuesday), my legs feel slightly sore and fairly tired, but if memory serves, that’s about right for the beginning of taper week at the end of a half marathon training cycle. I have 5 miles tonight, and then just 2 and 3 mile easy runs left before the race.
I think I am in really good shape to PR this Sunday.
KNOCK ON WOOD.