This weekend was the Pittsburgh Marathon and Half Marathon. It was my comeback race- my first race since having Riley less than 5 months ago and my first distance race since the Heartbreak Hill Half in June 2014. During training I didn’t have a goal pace for this race, but after last week’s 16-miler where I finished the first 13 miles in 2:17, I told Dave that I figured I would finish my race in the same amount of time. Then, of course, race day weekend comes and suddenly I’m hoping and dreaming of (unrealistically) a PR or (more realistically) a 10 minute pace.
So how did it go? I have mixed feelings.
Happy Monday! Who’s ready to get out there and seize the week?
Or who wants to teach my daughter that naps are still cool? Please!
This past week was surprisingly pretty successful workout wise.
On Tuesday, I went to BodyFlow and stretched out everything. Also did a pretty killer ab session. I’m piss-poor at planks when you start adding variations like reaching your hands out to the front then sides or going from elbow to palms and back again. Holy mackeral does that get hard. I had to do them from my knees, which disappoints me a bit. Whomp whomp.
Wednesday I rested because the weather was beautiful and I wanted to relax with Dave and Riley since Monday and Tuesday nights were busy. Then on Thursday night I did a hilly 8-mile run. It was hard, but amaaaazing. Dusk is my favorite time to run. The cool hue of the setting sun and the smell of cut grass. The distant sounds of high school sports and the hush as families go about their evenings. Perfection.
Well hello there. Long time, no see. And Happy Hump Day!
So I suck at blogging regularly. I really need to create a blogging schedule. Do people do that? Is that normal? I need to get on it.
Roo is taking a nap right now (for who knows how long. 40 minutes? 4 hours? That girl is unpredictable) so I am taking advantage of the clean laundry, kitchen and dishes to write a bit. Woo!
I am now 10 days out from the Pittsburgh Half Marathon and all I can say is . I have one 10-miler, one 11-miler and one 15-mile run under my belt and am aiming to do 16ish-18ish this weekend. I know, I know, I should be tapering for the half, but I’m mainly training for Hatfield McCoy in June so Pittsburgh is just going to be another training run (with 5 additional miles afterward. I hope).
According to my marathon training schedule, I was supposed to run 12-14 miles this weekend. I ran exactly 0.
On Saturday morning, I woke up exhausted. I couldn’t fall asleep Friday night. Then I had to get up for Riley twice, after which I had more trouble falling asleep. Usually I can sleep like the best of them, but recently it has been a challenge. So while I was sitting on the couch nursing Riley at 9 that morning, Dave asked me about running. But I was so tired. Too tired to walk around holding my baby to soothe her. So I just looked up at him and said, “F*ck it. Maybe I’ll run tomorrow.”
It’s Groundhog Day!
Puxatawny Phil saw his shadow and you know what that means… an early spring is on the way! Who’s looking forward to that? I love winter, but by the end of it I am SO. OVER. IT.
You with me?
But this weekend was gorgeous. I cannot even believe it. It was 70 degrees on Sunday! I am ashamed that I got zero pictures of the beautiful weather, but we fully enjoyed it. Did you?
Let’s talk goals. How are you doing with your resolutions? If you missed it, here are 2016 resolutions and January goals. They are going okay. I started working out, in fact, I ran 10 miles already! It may seem small, but I haven’t run since October so it was huge for me. I’m excited to keep going. Which brings me to my February goals and Word of the Month.