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.

Monday: 

AM: I finally decided to be less of a bum and get to the gym to lift for 45 minutes.

PM: 12 miles easy in the beautiful sunshine.

Like my new sunglasses? I finally broke down and bought decent ones.

Tuesday:

Parent-teacher conferences in the evening meant a morning treadmill run. Whomp whomp. 8 easy miles and some quick core work.

Wednesday:

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.

Thursday: 

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.

Friday: 

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.

Saturday: 

22 miles. It felt downright hot outside. My body’s not used to this “warmth” business yet!

Here’s a me-less picture, since you’re probably getting tired of looking at my awkward mug.

Sunday:

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?