A little good, a little bad, a little shit.
The week started off strong with me feeling obnoxiously good about a couple key workouts. Like, the kind that almost make you want to puke (but you don't, and therefore think you are impervious.)
I got through those in fine form was actually able to take it outside at the end of the week.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with a 50 degree day in February.
|Last Thursdays run, basically no snow.|
|Capris and DRY roads in Feb?! Fuck YES.|
|Easy run equals looking at the pretty sunset.|
Saturday was long run day and, unfortunately the weather had been crap all day on Friday.
|WTF snow, WT actual F.....|
The roads were clear enough to be safe but there was enough slush to make things yucky (and wet) and it was quite a bit colder than it had been (although 35 in Feb is really nothing to get hystercal about.)
|Gross roads. Cold enough for tights. Dumb.|
I did a full system check and, discovering that I was neither sick nor injured I decided that I really needed to just suck it the hell up.
|THIS. Because, seriously.....|
|Not thrilled. Really, not that excited.|
|What's the point of running if there isn't any beer and cheese?|
I am far from a marathon expert but in my experience a lot of shit goes down in the 18, 12 or (if you are me) 9 weeks that you train hard for. (yeah, yeah- I'm training for more than 9 weeks this time *sigh*) In the end, one bad workout doesn't matter one bit. You won't even notice a lousy week come race day. Since a marathon takes a few hours and training takes a few months I try to make the best of it and let the crap roll off my shoulders. The beer and cheese really, really helps with this!
Next week is a lighter week for a few reasons and then the countdown really gets real!
(I was asked today if my "training week" differs from the traditional Mon-Sun runners schedule. No, it doesn't, I am just lazy and can't be bothered to post a blog until the following week is almost over!)