Grand Total: 38 miles
- * 22 easy
* 16 goal marathon pace
Monday: Strength work.
- No karate as I was stuck at home
Tuesday: 2 wu, 6 GMP, 2cd = 10 total
- This run was damn well happening if I had to murder someone. I was still clearly not 100% yet (a touch of wheezing, & heart rates a bit higher than they should be), but it was not awful and I mostly hit the right paces.
Wednesday: a.m. strength work / p.m. karate
- After 4.5 months of learning to negotiate life with a newborn, our Fearless Leader returned to karate on Wednesday night, and it was awesome.
Thursday: 8 easy
- I tried to get up for a third strength session this week & totally failed. (I blame it on being exhausted from moving crap.) But, my eight easy miles felt pretty good. Like, better than easy runs have felt since before the holidays. I think I am actually almost legitimately over being sick.
Friday: 8 easy
- Another failed morning strength session. BUT, another pretty good easy run. It started out kind of not great/not awful, but by the halfway point it actually started to feel pretty good. (Except, I have been wear testing these GOD AWFUL shoes and even after only 40 miles or so, I am sooooo over them.)
Saturday: Rest hahahaha no, grab a box bitch!
- I sort of wanted to run Saturday, but I didn't feel great and we had more moving stuff to do and I was afraid I might screw up Sunday's race if I overdid it.
Sunday: 2 easy / 10 race/GMP
- I was surprised at how good I felt after this race and really, honestly could have and should have put in a few more miles since I wasn't doing a true long run this weekend. But our movers were coming for the big stuff at 8am Monday morning, so we spent all day frantically finishing up everything that had to be done in order for that to happen. (Which, in retrospect, was not the greatest way to follow up my hardest workout since July. By Monday night, my legs were epically, utterly trashed. I will be soooo glad when all this moving business is over with.)
If I have to look at even one more cardboard box I might actually spork my eyes out.
I honestly, truly, cannot even.
You kitchen, I ...OMG. I can't even, either.
ReplyDeleteI still have two boxes that are unpacked from moving cross-country in September... moving really, really sucks. (Obviously, not on the scale of worldwide problems, but on a day-to-day life scale of problems.) Good luck with finishing it up!
ReplyDeleteOMG. I've technically done cross-country moves, but when I was a poor student & didn't have that much stuff (and most importantly, no furniture). Our move was a grand total of maybe 50 yards, so doing a real, actual cross-country move as an adult with actual stuff boggles my mind!
DeleteThere's a good reason why I will never move again and your photos have reminded me exactly what that reason is. Good luck with all that packing.
ReplyDeleteHousemoving is BRUTAL on the body. I shuddered for you seeing the photos! Took me a good week to recover physically and I don't think I was gentle enough with myself, so learn from my mistakes :) But welcome to Chateau Knotts, how flipping exciting.
ReplyDeleteEchoing Cat's comment - moving is so physically and mentally exhausting. I still vividly remember having to move the day after I ran Healdsburg in 2012 - to a 3rd floor walk-up in an old Victorian (with difficult to negotiate stairways and halls). After that I time, I was like, yes, we're hiring helpers next time!
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