aka the words from my friend after our 20 miler on Sunday.
Which, by the way, was awesome. The weather was pretty basically springtime: 45* and SUN. The snow / ice was melting so there were lots of rivers to jump through. And mud. The smell of spring was in the air.
And the feeling of training within my grasp.
It’s probably not a shocker to y’all that I’ve been struggling with my mojo lately. Especially with the running. Without spilling the details over the internet, I’ll leave it that life has gotten pretty stressful over the past month. *Nothing serious or earthshattering or bad* Just really busy and, at times, overwhelming. So naturally that’s been spilling into my running and lots of why I think my motivation has been lost. And that the posting / commenting / replying has decreased slightly. I promise I’m playing catch-up!
But that taste of glorious. It’s hard to not enjoy running and feel all gung-ho about training when it’s like this out
And what a run it was. I was originally going to only do 18 or so but just felt like going further. I actually ran the entire thing with a friend. She was only going to run the first 13 with me but at that point she decided that she “was committed to the entire 20 with you“. So props to her!
I’m not sure if I would have run faster or slower without her. And we actually ran MORE than 20 but she was using her garmin ( it was awesome not running a pre-set route, exploring!, and mapping it out beforehand and pray that it’s not a highway.) I might have to invest, or at least beg as a gift for some holiday in the future. and forgot to turn it off after a stoplight, so it was more like 20.8 or so. But since I’m silly I convinced her to go 20.00 according to the garmin. But we finished strong. And happy. I mean, it was spring here after all.
- 20 miles in 2:56:41 @ 8:50 pace
Sure, I wish that I was faster but there were the Providence hills and we hit just about everyone of them. Not complaining here, on the contrary I need them!, but the garmin showed that we hit very slow paces going up them. Especially when they hit at mile 17.
But I have the first 20 of the cycle under my belt. And it feels good. I am in training! This week was the first good week of training that I’ve done: solid tempo on Tuesday, intervals on Thursday and LR on Sunday. Hizzah. My legs did also feel shaky after the 20 which, to me, means I pushed myself. And that feels good too. Hopefully this can stay put. Especially as I gear up for my ever-so-favorite workout tomorrow: the tempo.
Also feeling good? How bamf I am at rockcliming. I went rockclimbing in lieu of running on Saturday and, yet again, it was a blast. But my arms were friiiiied by the end. Such a pleasant fried though. And the bruises that I’m racking up (which I don’t ever seem to remember banging into stuff) are soooooooooooo totally bamf. I am sooo totally in love with climbing. I cannot wait to go again!