It’s a little late, but I was reflecting back on my second week of training – it wasn’t my best week. BUT I feel proud that I managed to get in all of my workouts. The weather was fairly hot and humid, which always inspires me. Kidding. I don’t do well in adverse conditions, especially not in this wet east coast heat.
I ended up on the treadmill for all of my shorter runs. I don’t love the treadmill. It seems to amplify any weird soft tissue issues that I have going on – for example. last week the bottom of my foot started hurting. But that’s what happened all because I failed to wake up and get out the door in order to be home in time to start the day. I have been blessed with two very early risers. I haven’t set an alarm in 16 months because 6am constitutes sleeping in around these parts.
After missing my early run, I snuck down to the gym as soon as the nanny arrived, ran, took the world’s shortest shower, threw on clothes and literally ran out the door (wet hair and all). I managed only to be 10 minutes late for work. Needless to say, I’ll be focusing on getting to bed at a slightly earlier hour going forward. Running in the evening is typically not an option because my significant other is also marathon training and so we try to stick to a schedule so that we each get in +/- 5 runs a week.
My long run was equally brutal. By the time Saturday rolled around the heat wave subsided a bit so I can’t blame the weather. I think I started too fast. A theme in my training is that I don’t vary my speed as much as I should. Yes, I do speed work once a week, but where I really slack off is when it comes to slowing down during runs that should be “easy pace”. I have a hunch that if I trained in a place with fewer other runners, I’d have an easier time of it. Running in Central Park, I tend to try to keep up with the pack and then end up exhausted by mile 10. Good thing I have several more long runs ahead to get this right!
Happy trails (or in my case, asphalt)!