Well I’m still not at 2 posts per week. But I’m trying to get better at this!
I’m now in week three of training and it’s been going pretty well…besides the heat. Never has the weather made such a difference in my day to day life before! How I miss the winter days when I’d be shivering in my damp clothes (uh…from sweat of course) after I had cooled down from a longish run. Actually, maybe I don’t miss those days. And I say longish, because once I get into the 15-20 mile run territory, my measely 10 milers I used to dread during half-training will probably seem like a walk in the park.
With the heat also comes lots of sweat and lots of sunscreen, which without fail, runs into my eyes every time and burns like hell. Every sunscreen I’ve bought claims to be sweat proof and “won’t run into your eyes”. Help! Do I just have an overly sweaty forehead?
So to just briefly recap last week. Week 2 of training went like this:
Monday: REST DAY!
Tuesday: 3 Mile run. I did this one at night because I couldn’t get myself up in time before work, but I was glad I did. It was mildly cooler that evening and a bit breezy. I felt good and ran an 8:20ish pace for the majority of the run, which is really more like I’m used to. I’m noticing my comfortable pace is about 15-25 seconds slower in the summer. I’ll get over it, but it is a slight blow to the ego when I see my pace slowing a bit.
Wednesday: 5 Mile run at or around race pace. I don’t remember a lot about this run except that I was drenched in sweat after. I hate you heat.
Thursday: 3 Mile run+Chisel: Not much to say about either. Did my run in the AM and Chisel at night.
Friday: Hot Pilates
Saturday: Strengthening: What I thought was a very mild and short strength session left me sore for my long run the next day. D’oh. Too many squats.
Sunday: 9 Mile run: Adam and I ran together. We (he) mapped out a new course we’ve never taken before which took us across the Manhattan Bridge, which is my new favorite bridge! So flat, I love flat! Into Manhattan for a very short section through Chinatown and the LES, and back into Brooklyn via the Williamsburg Bridge, which is definitely NOT my favorite bridge. While the incline sucks, it’s really the sharp decline at the end which kills my knees.
While it was humid out, it was overcast, which made it not so terrible. We left around 8ish and I’m thinking if we really want to beat the heat, we’re going to have to wake up AT LEAST an hour earlier. 6AM every Sunday??! Yeah right… Other than that, I felt good and we stayed at our target pace which was about 30-45 seconds slower than marathon race pace. Oh, and if I thought I was drenched on Wednesday, coming home from my run on Sunday was like stepping out of the shower with all my clothes on. Yeah. Gross.
Week 3! Wooo!