The title for this blog might not make sense at first glance. I’m not training, not even close to it.
Wednesday I ran on the treadmill – 3 miles in 32 minutes. Thursday I got a little crazy nesting and literally spent hours cleaning the house, free cycling, and organizing. The pain in my thighs at the end of the day from walking up and down the stairs too many times, was unmistakable. Friday I wanted to run. I wanted my thighs to loose the soreness so I could try for 10 miles on Saturday. It took me 30 minutes to run/walk 2 miles. With each step on the treadmill I could feel the searing in my muscles, I instantly regretted all I had accomplished the day before. I stretched, I used my stick to try and roll it out, self massage, nothing seemed to help.
I decided if I was going to make it through the run the next morning I needed to bring music[something I don’t normally do] and I needed some new songs on my ipod[it hasn’t been updated since last year]. With some fresh new beats I headed to bed.
5:40 am Saturday my alarm went off. I reluctantly dragged my tired body out of bed, put on a cute outfit[this is remarkable because at 21 weeks pregnant I don’t have many running outfits left that fit properly, let alone ones that I feel are cute], and headed to the front door. RAIN. I love rain. I love rain so much my daughters middle name is Raine. If my husband would have let me get away with it, it might have been her first name. The problem is that, I wasn’t prepared for rain, and I also new this run was going to be tough to begin with.
Mile 1 – Searing pain in my thighs – stop to stretch
Mile 2 – I know there is no way I am going to be able to run today.
Mile 3 – I walk the entire mile home – it takes me 17 minutes!
I came home and stretched and tried mentally to move on.
This morning I was again going to attempt 10 but two kids kept us up all night long. Miles has not been feeling very good this week and Chloe was experiencing *growing pains*?! I hit snooze when the alarm went off at 5:40 and decided sleep was worth more to me today than the miles.
I finally forced myself out of bed with just enough time to run the mile to Starbucks to meet up with South Riding Running Club and my girlfriends. My total for the day was 6 miles.
Mile 1 – 10:02
Mile 2 – 9:57
Mile 3 – 9:29
Mile 4 – 9:49
Mile 5 – 9:36
Mile 6 – 9:15
So why the long drawn out story of my failed run this weekend?
Since I’m not *training* I haven’t been applying all that I have learned in my years of running to my preggo running. When I am training for a marathon I don’t do anything the day before my long run. I sit on my butt as much as possible and I hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. I enter my long runs fresh and ready to conquer the distance. I make my training a priority in my life.
20 miles is as much about fitness as it is about mental strength. 20 miles non-pregnant takes the same mental fortitude that 10 miles does pregnant, but I’m not treating it that way. I over did it on Thursday, then instead of resting, attempted to run the soreness out of my legs and entered my run Saturday on dead legs.
You may say – Mile Posts – I have a life! I don’t want to sit around on Friday’s – I work hard all week – this runner wants to have some fun Friday night. Which is fine. In the years that your racing is not your main priority it’s okay to do whatever you want, to enter long runs on dead legs, or a little hung over. My point is that if you want this year to be your year. You want to perform at your top level and have your body give you the *time of your life* – then you must take care of your body and put your training first[behind of course your kids, hubby, etc]. Sacrifices will be made, some smaller, some larger.
Let’s hope next week’s long run goes better than this weeks!