Monday was the usual three mile run. I had trouble on this one because the snow from Friday and Saturday was completely covering the sidewalks in places, pushed there by snow blowers and snow plows. I did a lot of slogging through snow covered areas and it killed my time. Still, I finished in 33 minutes which isn't bad considering.
Tuesday was a six mile run, the longest weekly run of the training. I really struggle with six miles. I'm not sure why. I think it's because it doesn't seem quite long enough that I should need to conserve my energy, so I tend to go out at a 5k pace. Then I die at about three miles because I can't maintain that for six miles! I ran a new route that took me through the county fairgrounds, which is a pretty run. I definitely need new shoes, because my legs and hips started to hurt about halfway through. I stopped, stretched, and finished pretty strong. It helped that the last three miles were mostly downhill (I did out and back, so I deserved it after going uphill on the way out!), so I was increasing my pace by ten seconds for each mile. It's always nice to finish strong.
Wednesday was another Tough Mudder workout. I've been bad at doing these twice a week--I need to get back to that. I missed Thursday's easy one mile run (on a day with beautiful weather, no less) because I had a migraine. Ick. On top of the migraine, Luke came down with a stomach bug Thursday night, so I was up taking care of him and cleaning linens until midnight that night, only to have him get up sick again at three AM. To say I was tired Friday would be an understatement, so I definitely couldn't find the energy to do the Tough Mudder workout Friday.
Saturday morning, I still felt pretty tired, but I forced myself out the door early on my run. The training plan called for eight miles, but I felt so good when I first started that I decided to add on a mile and make it nine. I forced myself to start out slow and did 11:30 mi/mi for the first two miles before I pushed it up a little. I felt pretty strong until 7.5 miles when the wind picked up straight into my face. I pretty much died at that point! I still managed a 10:38 average pace. I was hoping to get under 10:30, but the wind just killed me. This run made me realize how far I've come. When I hit five miles, I thought, "Okay, just four miles left!" Then I remembered a time when a four mile run was this big looming impossibility, because my body just seemed to shut down at three miles. I remember emailing Keli and telling her I couldn't do it. I remember how elated I felt when I DID it and now, four miles is what I consider a short run. Funny how that works. :)
I have long and longer runs coming up the next two weeks. One is a distance that I've covered once before, the other will be my longest run to date. I'm a little wary--and thinking that I probably need to start figuring out fueling for real. I know it's frowned upon, but I've ran with a hydration belt one time. It annoyed me and I never feel like I need hydration. I hydrate plenty after the run and never struggle with that, but will I need some sort of energy gel or bites? I guess I'll figure this out soon enough!