Well, crap on a cracker if this wasn’t a week. By about noon on Tuesday I gave myself permission to be in whatever mood/moment I was in, because although I rationally know we are never really in control, I’m able to get through the day by the illusion that I am. In. Control. Between the nearly crushing anxiety and uncertainty, and the fear that I need to get it together to not be part of the problem, I decided to do what I was capable of each day.
Which meant no strength work. No mobility work. Only 3 runs. A lot of kitty snuggles and meditation and chocolate chip cookies and a couple of IPAs. Whatever I was feeling at any moment was OK, even it was scary.
M, Tu, Th, F – REST – some walks with Dan, but nothing that could be called “training”
W – 5 mile easy trail run. Didn’t track pace.
image: Kori Barnum
Sa – 8 mile “easy” trail run in the Oregon Badlands. The sandy terrain makes for a pretty technical/challenging surface on the muscles and connective tissue. Felt good to suck in a lot of dry, sandy air. And because it’s central Oregon, there were approximately a million folks doing the exact same thing. It could be the most populated the Badlands have ever been.
Su – 5 mile road SOS (something of substance) lactate threshold run w/3 miles at ~8:20 mile pace (8:25, 8:20, 8:15). Legs crazy fatigued from the trail run yesterday combined with spreading 56 bags of barkdust + seasonal allergies and breathing in a shit-ton of barkdust = that was a very tough workout. While I wanted to just do another chill trail run, I am clinging to the structure of of the pre-training training for Chicago. I’ve decided that even if Chicago gets canceled/postponed, I will train for a 3:50 marathon and run an unsanctioned 26.2 miles around the pond behind my house if I have to.
Total Running Mileage: 18
Meditated 7 out of 7 days
