Twelve weeks in, and I finally had a training week that felt great. My legs felt good, my guts felt better than they have in a long time (yay restrictive diet!), and the weather was absolutely amazing. Here’s how it went.
AM: I finally decided to be less of a bum and get to the gym to lift for 45 minutes.
Parent-teacher conferences in the evening meant a morning treadmill run. Whomp whomp. 8 easy miles and some quick core work.
Another easy 8-miler, outside this time, followed by some core work and stretching. I’m trying to learn to take mid-run selfies like you legit bloggers. It’s not going so well.
Yep, that looks natural.
Another day of conferences meant another treadmill run — Yasso 800s this time. I know it’s not quite the same on the treadmill, but I hit my pace on all of them and didn’t feel like death, so I’m counting that as a win! I ended up cutting my cool-down (super)short because of the whole “having to go to work” bit and ended up with 8.2 miles for the day.
To make up for the two nights of conferences, we had Friday off, which was sweet. In the middle of the day (because I could), I ran 8 miles, stopped at the gym to lift, and ran another mile home. It was glorious.
Rest day, but way too nice out to stay inside. My pal Sarah came over, and she and J and I walked for about an hour. It was 80 degrees out. 80.
Total: 67.2 miles. That’s a nice number. I feel good about that.
Is it feeling springy where you are?
Do you take mid-workout selfies? HOW?