Tuesday: 7 miles, including 5 miles @ 9:22 pace (goal 9:38); Was holding about a 9:30 pace the first few miles of the pick-up. Am very happy to report that while not easy, the 9:30 did not feel hard.
Wednesday: 6 miles @ 10:29; Legs felt like dead weights. Bleh.
Friday: 8 miles @ 10:28 pace; did this run in 1:23:45, ha! Felt better than my Wednesday run of the same pace but still not as fresh I would expect after a week of reduced mileage.
My body is definitely tired this week. I've been sleeping 9-10 hours a night on consecutive nights. But it hasn't all been restful sleeping. For the first time ever I have had dreams about a marathon. One night I dreamt that I came down with the chicken pox a couple of days before the race. I was in total denial and was trying to tell people it was an allergic reaction and of course, I could still run!
The NEXT night I had a two-fer... First I woke up the morning of the marathon and it was 85 degrees! Then I looked at the clock and it was 11:30 am (effectively I overslept and missed the race). In my dream I eventually realized it was Saturday morning and not Sunday so I hadn't missed the race (interestingly I wasn't concerned that if it was indeed a Saturday I had overslept and missed WORK).
So, that takes care of sickness, weather, and oversleeping. Now all I need is a dream about twisting my ankle on my 3 mile run next Friday and I'm all set! HEARTY SARCASM. NONE OF THESE THINGS WILL HAPPEN. NONE. OF. THEM.
I don't have any pictures from my runs this week. So I will leave you with this picture of the ice I made for my Homer shin soaks:
Can anyone tell me how this happened?