Negative Nelly ahead, folks. Yes, I am at the end of week four (if you can actually call what I did this week marathon training) but I am probably not in a good place to be writing, which means this will either be terse or angsty. Although seriously, Michigan in February seems like justification enough to be a little crazy. They should just medicate everyone in our entire state right after Christmas and we would probably be better off for it. I feel the same way about Michigan in the winter that I did about Fresno in the summer. What kind of idiotic person really thought that living in a place incompatible with human life (without the use of extreme measures) sounded like a good idea? Hey look guys! If you walk outside your door and stay there without fifty layers of clothing you freeze to death. Cool. Let’s build a town here. What an awesome location!
But you already knew I hated winter, right?
I made the mistake of starting the running week late because I didn’t feel properly recovered from Saturday’s long run. But because of scheduling (Wednesday was the only day I could run a little longer and husband’s schedule changed so I had to do my long run Friday and not Saturday) that meant that between Tuesday and Friday I had to get in my fartleks, a 20 miler, and a 9 mile mid-week run. Bad plan. So I didn’t even have a good training for a half marathon, let alone for a full.
Miles run: 32
M: 45 minutes elliptical, 20 minutes weights, 25 minutes biking
T: 7 miles, 2×7 minute fartleks at 6:40-7:00 pace outside in the rain, 1 minute recovery in between
W: 9 miles in what ended up being a rainstorm with winds that kicked up when I was 4.5 miles from home.
R: 40 biking, 20 minutes weights (I thought I would be doing my 20 miler the next day so I took a very easy day that I now regret)
F: 9 miles (1:16)
S: Awful slow 6 miles in snow that seemed to come from every direction. New snow on top of packed snow and since I was running in the dark it was hard to see what kind of surface I was running on.
S: 1 hour biking, abs
Long Run: The “long” run was, in a word, awful. We had a meeting at the preschool, then other things came up and we were having company for dinner so the day was too full. It was probably 0 degrees with the wind chill, there was new snow and gusting winds and it was terrible outside. I thought I would try for 13 miles but the run was just that bad. I was angry and frustrated about many many things and while a good run on pace may have assuaged some of what I was feeling, a mediocre run that was not long enough and not on pace was not going to change how I felt about my running, my body, the church, friendships, parenting, finances, the future, etc. I was just going to feel more aggravated and colder at the 13 mile mark than I would at 9 miles. So I quit at 9.
Triumphs: I am not feeling triumphant about anything right now.
Fears: That I suck at running and will continue that sucky trend. That I will never run more than 10 miles again. That my training plan is now shot to hell because the week was a mess. That I will continue to feel trapped by winter. That the snow will keep falling and the roads will never clear. That February will never end. That I should never have even thought about a marathon. That I will continue getting slower and fatter and fatter and slower and never run again. The end.
Injuries: Nothing is sore or hurts, probably because I haven’t done anything worth mentioning.
I did take a 2.5 hour nap yesterday (though that may have been offset by being woken up 4 times between 3:30 and 5:00 this morning) but it is very obvious that I am still cranky and out of sorts. I WARNED YOU. Welcome to what is either a quarter of the way through or the end of marathon training. And look! It’s snowing again.