Last week, the seventh to be exact, was a bit of a roller coaster, eventually ending in a derailment and horrible crash. Through six weeks I was pleased with my progress. Holding a streak of 28 straight scheduled runs had my spirits up and I was making solid progress. Week 7 offered my first real “long” run of 18 miles. Overall the week was shaping up nicely and set to be my first 50 miler in awhile.
In the world of marathon training, there are a few common practices: run progressively ridiculous-er distances, eat exceedingly cornucopia-er amounts of food, and (ideally) dreamier hours of sleep. But with all this excess there is some moderation to be found. Week 6 is what I call a cutback week: after weeks of incremental increments, weekly mileage is decremented to offer some refuge from the battery of fatigue-inducing pavement pounding.
I’m pretty good about striking a balance between running and the more important rest of my life. On occasion,though, something has to give, and I think the picture below gives a pretty good idea of how it generally shakes out. That’s just fine though, as far as running goes on my priority list, I’m not sure it even cracks the top 5. It’s all about hitting that balance that allows me to run as often as I do (which provides you the good fortune to read this blog!).
Ah, Week 5, what can I say about you? Not much. Monday was tough, Tuesday was fine, Wednesday was typical, Friday was extended, and Saturday, well Saturday is noteworthy.
In fact, it was noteworthy because I didn’t run at all on Saturday. Instead of 16 scheduled miles, I ran zero. How can that be?
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I’ll be honest, sometimes my post titles are totally focused on making a pun and completely off topic. I guess I worked the word “shoe” in there. I’m not sure if I mentioned it in a previous post
and I’m too lazy to check, so I’ll repeat myself or tell you for the first time. Not long before leaving DC for the great nation of Texas, I made the transition from the super clunky, kill-an-ant-with-a-Sherman-tank motion control shoe (the Beast) to a slightly less gigantic shoe (the Adrenaline). I like the Adrenalines, so last week I ordered my second pair.
I didn’t realize exactly how much wear and tear they were taking until I put the new next to the old. Granted, they are different colors, but the old ones were originally white, whereas the new ones are originally gray. Can you tell which is which?
And if you’re wondering, those red laces are from Nike to fight AIDS in Africa, something we can all get behind. Boo AIDS!
Time to start wearing down the new pair ASAP!
Ah, perfection. It comes pretty naturally to me. Through 4 weeks, I haven’t missed a single training run! I owe most of that to you, my dear reader, for holding me accountable. On more than one occasion I found myself on the “skip today’s run” side of the fence, but knowing you would heckle me to no end, I hopped the fence (with only a few minor injuries, mind you) and got myself out there.