Monday: Scheduled rest day. After a rough week of a lot of leg pain, I was glad for it. I used more heat & Icy Hot on my ankle tendons. I was desperate to get rid of the pain & discomfort.
Tuesday: First day running in approx. 4 days. I was nervous, but I met up with a friend to power thru. I've fondly nicknamed her StephBot. Not for any particular reason, but just because it popped into my head & I like it. We did a quick 5k, in which I attained an actual 5k PR.
|Goal was to keep pace under 10. Woot!|
Friday: Rest Day! And according to the new non-wishy-washy schedule, the one night dining out experience of the week. Mr. X & I had reservations for Julien, a restaurant in the center of Vicenza. I started with a glass of Valpolicella, a beautiful type of red wine from the Valpolicella region, about 45 minutes from where I live. Then I had the Filleto di Manzo All'Americana. It looked like this:
|Filet Mignon in a Dijon Mustard sauce, topped with Proscuitto & served with Roasted Potato|
|There are no words. It was delicious.|
Saturday: I don't normally do my long runs on Saturdays, but this week needed to be different. I scheduled a bike ride with Mr. X for Sunday, so I set out on my long run at about 8:30 AM. After a full week of running, my legs still felt tired. I could tell the difference between a Saturday long run & Sunday long run. I targeted a 2 hr finish time, but wasn't feeling that ambitious about 3 miles into it. I figured I'd slog thru, log the miles, & call it a day. During the run, I decided to try a new route... & by mile 6, I had to call Mr. X to confirm which direction I should go at a fork in the road. Turns out I really wasn't lost at all, but I definitely felt lost. I also ended up singing to myself while not realizing there were Italian folks in their gardens who could hear everything.
It was a painful 2.5 miles at the end. My lungs held together, but my right leg wanted to give out. I was really struggling & choking down tears of ...I don't know what, but I was choking down sobs. I don't know why. I shuffled the iPod to some power songs, went "into my head" & chugged it out. And when I was done, this is what my Garmin said:
|Under 2 hours!|
|My first bloody toe.|
|1 scoop Chocolate, 1 scoop cafe|
Sunday: Happy Easter! Or as we say in Italy, "Buona Pasqua!" To start with, I slept in. We'd visited friends the night before, which meant going to bed way past my normal bedtime (I almost fell asleep on their couch). So when I woke up, I took it easy. Before lunch, I conned Mr. X into going for a bike ride, the first on my new Cannondale.
|Running tights, running jacket, Harley Davidson gloves. It worked.|
Week 8: TF did not get me. I conquered it, stuck to my schedule, ate responsibly, & had a successful week. I feel great! And there's no food-guilt, either. We handled food a whole lot better than we usually. I'm feeling awesome right now. Onto Week 9!