This week was a huge step up in mileage. I wrapped up the week with 32 miles, which I think it a personal high for a week. I also ran my longest run ever, which felt pretty sweet.
I didn’t mean to do 7 on Tuesday, but only four of them were running. The other three were walking to find something that I had dropped while running. But all in all, it took me to 32.
Tuesday: Ran 4 miles at 9:04 pace.
It didn’t feel good. My shirt was so tight and it was still hot out, but I powered through and got it done.
Wednesday: Ran 7 miles at 9:12 pace.
This one was a good run, but it was a big mental hurdle for me. I’ve never run further than 6 miles on a weekday, and even that I’ve only done a time or two. The fact that it got dark while I was running made me realize how long the run was.
Friday: Ran 4 miles on the treadmill at 9:33 pace.
With a half marathon on Sunday I didn’t want to do any crazy pace, and it wasn’t slated for tempo or speed. I took this one easy and loved it. It flew by
Sunday: Ran 14 miles, including the Halloween Halfathon, which I’ll recap in a later post.
I ran a half marathon that ended up measuring 13.24 and then dropped my stuff off at my car and finished to hit 14 for the day. That’s a personal distance record, and I’m thrilled.
Next week’s plan:
This week really kicked me over from half marathon training, which I’ve done a lot of, to marathon training. And I’m tired. That 7 mile run on Wednesday wiped me out (that’s why I didn’t blog on Thursday). The 14 that I did this morning was hard after not resting, and I’m realizing that marathon training really is a huge time commitment. I even missed a cross training session this week, but I’m definitely not going to be tacking anything else on this afternoon. I’m wiped out.
This week has really made me respect the marathon distance a lot more. 26.2 miles is a long way, and it’s not that I didn’t think it was before; I just didn’t really ever mentally wrap my head around it. I’ve gotten kind of used to running 13.1. This was my fifth half today, and while it’s still long, it’s a distance I’ve become somewhat familiar with. I know how I’m going to be feeling at 4, 8, and 11 miles, and I know what I’m going to want to do. It was today around 8 or 9 miles when I was wishing for the finish line that I realized in the marathon I will have 17 or 18 miles left at that point. I’ve never even run 17 miles.
I guess this training plan is meant to get you up to the point where you’re running near the distance, but I just can’t imagine actually racing 26.2 miles. I got over two mental hurdles this week with hitting 7 miles on a weekday and then breaking my personal distance record, but it still doesn’t make me feel more prepared to toe the line for 26.2. I still have 10 weeks of training left, so I’m aware that I’ll feel more prepared in months to come, but for now, I’m nervous. I feel like these little mountains I’ve hurdled this week are simply foothills to the real mountain I’ll be facing on January 13th. I guess until then I just have to trust the training.
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