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?