I started training this week for the RTB half… ack! I’m starting from scratch with the same plan from the summer, which means a 5-day run week, 2 rest days, with increasing long runs on Saturdays. I’ve got one extra week in there this time to accommodate the March race – I needed to make it part of a taper schedule for the RTB. So (I know I’m not supposed to start sentences with “So…”, but hey, I’m a rebel), this week looked/looks like:
So I guess this time around it’s thirteentothirteenpointone, technically.
Yeah, I made a spreadsheet. You can see that one Tuesday I missed because I tweaked my knee and figured I’d sacrifice a 3 miler to rest up for a 5 miler. But other than that you are looking at a completed training plan.
Saturday was my last long run! 8 miles, 50 degrees, light rain, finally got my race mix down on my Shuffle, there was nothing I didn’t like about this run. Besides a particularly persistent charley horse in my left leg around mile 4, that is. But it worked itself out after I stopped for a minute or 2, so it was all good.
This week’s running schedule is practically nothing! Looks like:
Monday: 3 miles
Tuesday: 3 miles
Wednesday: 3 miles
Thursday: WALK 2 miles
Friday & Saturday: REST
Then, of course, Sunday is go time. It’s crazy hard to believe that these last 12 weeks have flown by the way they have. How incredulous was I that I could even run 7 miles, no less 12! And this whole running thing in general…I went from running not.at.all to running 5Ks to trying a couple 10Ks and now my first half is so close!
I’m starting to get pretty anxious about the race… I’ll tackle that in my next post.
This picture possibly belies my actual sentiment, but if you look closely you can probably tell I am gritting my teeth.
This. Run. Sucked.
That is probably why I didn’t run to write about it. “Nine miles, SO not a big deal, I just did 12 last week, I am a running genius, I totally got this…” are things that MAY have been swirling around in my noggin BEFORE this run, only to be swiftly dashed into teenytinyyouneedanelectronmicroscopetofindthem pieces. Good thing my husband has access to one of those.
The Ironhorse is on October 11. I get my training group tee tomorrow and packet pickup for the race is Friday. I’m hoping I shook out whatever bugs were in the system. My last long run is tomorrow.
As I was running this morning, I started thinking of photos I’ve seen of larger races… specifically photos of some of those signs that race spectators will sometimes hold up along the course. “Seven (or eleven) feels like heaven”, “Eight feeling great”, “Nine doing fine”, “Ten, let’s do it again”. But I couldn’t think of one for Twelve.
This is merely an example of what goes through my brain when on an early morning run.
So this morning, this 12-mile morning, was my longest run to date. And is my longest until the actual event on October 11th. Which means this week was my biggest mileage week yet, at 29 miles. Which means that next week begins my taper weeks! Craaaaazy. The rest of week looked like this, in case you doubt my math:
Monday: 4 miles
Tuesday: 3 miles
Wednesday: 6 miles
Thursday: 4 miles
Some more numbers of note for you: I have officially lost some serious weight while training for this: about 10-12 lbs. depending on the day. I wasn’t planning on that, but it is a nice side effect. I’ve also learned that I pretty consistently lose 2 lbs. in water weight during a run. You know how women are supposed to glow, not sweat? Well…