Archive for September, 2011

After my 2 week hiatus from running, I had the brilliant plan to start week 11 with a bang. I had missed my 11 mile run 2 days earlier so I figured I could just do it on Labor Day. Did I mention that I hadn’t run for 2 weeks and had sick children at home?
To my perfectly honest my run was awful. Hideously awful. I had nothing. I felt crappy. I was tired. Blech. I decided to go 10 miles an stop (oh yeah, this was a treadmill run). It was the slowest and worst 10 miles in my short training history. And I walked a lot! Really not a good time.
I felt annoyed at myself because I was feeling optimistic about my training and now I feltblike I had lost everything in 2 weeks.
Mid-week run didn’t happen. I was tired and had a bad cold so I gave myself permission to slack off. And this was the first week back to school for my kids so things at home were fairly busy!
Saturday was a 4 miler. While it certainly wasn’t anything to brag about, it was acceptable. I did a run 1 min/walk 1 min ratio. Not my fastest 4 miler but fine. Maybe my 2 week break wasn’t so bad after all!

In some ways it would be pretty easy to summarize week 10: I didn’t run. At all. Unless you count racing around the various Disney parks while pushing a stroller. Which deosnt truly count as training. However much I wish that touring Disney was perfect marathon training, I can honestly admit that it’s not.
I had the best of intentions. I packed running shoes, several pair of running socks, a cute running skirt with matching shirt, and 2 sports bras. I even wore my running skirt once. Ok. I wore my running skirt on e flight down to Florida because it was the first clean thing I grabbed after Zachary vomited all over my travel clothes. I suppose that doesn’t really count as training either?
Sunday and Monday were difficult because Zachary was sick and needed all mommy, all the time. I probably could have left him with Tom for 45 minutes but that didn’t seem fair. You can’t take a child who is puking and has a fever swimming with his brother and sister. And I had Zachary myself when Tom took the big kids to Animal Kingdom so they could ride Expedition Everst 3 times (incidentally, does riding roller coasters count toward training? No?).
Wednesday morning I could have gotten up early to run. But I didn’t. And the rest of that day was jam-packed with fun. (Jessica’s princess make-over at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique seemed like a marathon to me but watching her become Rapunzel while sitting on my rear end taking pictures can’t count toward my total mileage).
By the end of the week it was clear that running wasn’t in my trip plan. I did swim a little. But more of the leisure variety involving rapid descents down a waterside – but, hey, I walked the staircase to the top of the slide a few times!
I did walk a lot. And pushed strollers. And watched myndiet enough to lose a pound or 2.
I intended to do my Saturday 11 mile run on Sunday when we returned but pushed it off to Labor Day. So that counts toward week 11…

Week 9 – One bad run…

In case anyone was wondering, yes, my time off from blogging pretty much reflects a gap in my training. Going back to week 9….
Monday I headed off to running clinic. (This was 8/22 for those keeping track of these things.) I really wasn’t feeling well. After all of my various dental procedures I found myself taking a lot of motrin-type medicines. And managed to give myself a pretty decent case of gastritis. As I headed to running clinic I had some pretty significant stomach pain and really wanted to take it easy.
It wasn’t a terrible night, weather-wise. And afternoon thunderstorm had cooled things off but left it quite humid. Not a bad night for a run. Upon arrival at the store, I learned that my usual group leader was injured and taking the night off from running. My low mileage group was going to have to join the bigger group and just turn around early. So far I was ok with the plan.
We got to the usual turn around point (1.25 miles more or less) and were pushed on by our fearless leader (who runs ultra-marathons). I was already in a lot of pain (stomach) and really wanted to turn around. We kept going to a trail and then the group continued down the trail. To say I was unhappy would be a large understatement. I continued on for a few more minutes and decided to walk. At first I thought I’d catch the group on their way back but then I realized that I’d never be able to keep up for the return trip so I turned around.
I did run onne minute/walk one minute back to the store. I still wasn’t feeling great but was able to manage that. I waited for e rest of my group to return (quite a while later – either my run/walk was pretty fast or they went quite far) and then headed home.
I felt very discouraged. And, not for the 1st time, questioned whether this group is useful for my training. I’m starting to think it may not be right for me. My usual group leader said he’d be back next time but I’m still pretty uncertain.
I had planned a Thursday run and then an early morning pre-flight run on Saturday. With Irene coming we realized that we needed to move our Saturday mid-day flight to Friday night. Instead of a Thursdy run I spent the time frantically packing since I was now leaving one day ahead of schedule. My Saturday run was also lost in travel.
So week 9 ended with one bad run….