Week 6 was going sooo smoothly. Until Friday night that is. Tink and I were planning on running on Saturday. Wellllll I learned a valuable lesson:
What spicy foods do to your stomach.
Alright, alright. I know I talk a lot about running and that probably appears all that I do. Well you wouldn't be too far off. That's the problem with taking on a big training schedule. It's what you do, eat, drink, sleep. Ironman athletes do this for 8 months or so. They don't regret it, of course, but damn! I'm good with a 12 week training program.
Anywho, this Sunday will mark 6 weeks until Portland Marathon. That also means we will be 50% done with our training. As I was laying out on the bed earlier, exhausted and just showered, I realized that this training isn't as hard as it was the first time around. I'm not absolutely dreading the long distances and I feel stronger (still hate waking up bloody early though). Last time, however, I was doing this on my own.
Sorry it's been a bit. This last week has been crazy. August has always been a pretty busy (and expensive) month for me. Tons and tons of birthdays! 3 of my favorite people have birthdays this month. My boyfriend's was this last Monday; one of my best friend's birthday is today; my sister's is Sunday. Bam, bam, bam. Because my dad works this weekend, we celebrated my sister's birthday a week before out at the lake. Soooo how did we get our distance running in for the marathon? By doing it out at the lake. Duh. And since my sister's birthday is on the weekend, we got it done early so she can relax. In fact, I took the day off and did it today. Actually, I took most of the week off.
My name is CBloss and I have a confession to make.
I hate intervals.
I feel so much better now that I've said that. Let me back it up a little bit.
I have this friend. She's very fast. She's also a triathlete. She's a tiny thing that gives the boys a run for their money--including her boyfriend. She's a really good friend of mine. I've known her for about 6 years now. I saw her start her first tri. I've seen her finish many other races. She finishes strong. She always makes it look unbelievably simple. I'm completely proud of how far she's come. She's earned it. She eats, breathes, sleeps training. If that makes any sense.
For years, she's been telling me to add in certain workouts into my running. For years, I have ignored her. For years I only did what runners call junk miles. For years, I haven't really PR'ed. It's been three years I think. To be fair, I haven't been doing the training I once was. My boyfriend isn't active nor are the people I work with. Which really doesn't motivate me.
Well...this week has felt like a doozy. It's Sunday and I'm sitting on the couch while dinner cooks.
First of all! Marathon training. We are into week 3 and this week's millage was 12 miles. It's always funny to me, but 12 miles doesn't seem that long to me when you are thinking about the 26.2 we will have to do in October. When I'm training for a half though, 12 feels long. It's a whole mental deal. Anywho, this week, training was done separate. Why? Tink was out of town for a wedding. Her and her husband were leaving early Friday morning. Sooo we had to figure out another way. She tried to get me to do the training Thursday, but Thursdays my leg strength day with my trainer. Plus I work until 5. Noooo way jose. Not gonna happen. I'm exhausted when I get off of work. So Tink had to find another way.
Well this week didn’t feel as strong as the first. That’s for sure. I’m still trying to figure out my boyfriend’s new work schedule (he works late) and we had a couple of powerful storms this week that left a…
Yay my first web post! Too bad it's a vent. Hee hee.
Note to web developers: We are no longer in the 90's anymore. Freakin' do not disable right clicking for your viewers! It's extremely annoying. I get why it was done in the 90's. No one wanted hotlinking of images so their bandwidth gets maxed. It makes sense...then.
For those who know me, they know I haven't done a lot of cooking. I lived with my family until I moved out with my boyfriend. Mom spoiled us rotten. Once I moved out, my boyfriend did the cooking. I do the dishes. I'm an excellent at doing dishes. Well that's starting the change. Welllll...I still do the dishes, but now, I get to start cooking. Why? Because of my boyfriend's job schedule. He works the night shifts so I'm left with either attempting to cook or ordering takeout. I'm kind of a health nut so I'd rather not do the later....often.
So it begins! Marathon training. Woot woot! My sister (aka. Tink or Tinky) and I completed our first of many weeks (I believe 12 in total) of marathon training.