Monday: Regularly-scheduled rest day. Since I was trying to get back on my usual schedule, I took it. I ate very well that day, too.
Tuesday: My first run. 5k perimeter run with my running partner, StephBot. She had also been off for a couple of weeks. She also had a double-stroller with her. So for the first 2 miles, we cruised. Then it started to hail/rain, so StephBot had to bail. I kept going & made the entire 5k loop in 35 minutes at an 11:06 pace. I didn't feel too badly about it; it simply felt great to run. After that, I did an hour of upper body weights with my trainer. Definitely a productive day.
Wednesday: I decided to make the 5-miler a pace run, so I hopped on my treadmill after work. I also wore my brand new Newton Distance U shoes I'd gotten at the London Marathon Expo. These have a little stability support, something I've never tried before. I fell in love with these shoes at the Expo; they're only 7 ounces because the heel has no rubber on it. It's all EVA foam. That means I have to be perfect on my form or else I'll wear out the soles very quickly. Let's put all that together (2 weeks off, new shoes) & do a pace run, shall we? Not exactly the smartest decision I've ever made, but I wanted to know what I had in the tank. And I hit 5 miles @ 9:48 pace in 49 minutes. Can't really be sad about that! Afterwards, I slipped on my Zensah compression sleeves because I knew I was in for sore calves.
Thursday: Sore calves? No surprise there. Also my husband's 40th birthday. So instead of breaking my body, I elected for a rest day & enjoyed it. There are days when you have to put family first & this was one of them. After all, you only turn 40 once. We needed to celebrate (mourn? I don't know).
Friday: The day before a big party at our house... & my 12-miler. I had to spend the evening cleaning/prepping the house for guests, so there wasn't any time after work to get in any miles. I should've/could've gotten up for a pre-work run, but I was just too tired.
Saturday: 12-miler party day. OMG. I woke up & got moving a bit later than I expected to, but I didn't let that bother me. In fact, this is how I started my run:
|Before the run, I'm feeling good.|
|At least it's pretty.|
I got home, took a nap & a shower, then waited for the guests to arrive. Why? Mr. X's 40th birthday party! Up all night, drinking lots of booze & playing lots of Rock Band. It was great.
|Me & Mr. X|
|Rock on! I'm all responsible with water.|
Sunday: After a full night of partying, you'd think I'd sleep in. But I didn't. I got up, ate cake for breakfast (yes, I'm dumb), & rode my shiny Cannondale to the gym for an hour session with my trainer. 4.1 miles there, 4.1 miles back, plus the entire hour. When I got home, I was smoked. And probably dehydrated. With a house to clean from a fabulous party.
This time next week, I'll be a half-marathon finisher. It's going to be awesome. Time to spend a week stretching & foam rolling. It's going to be awesome.