Well, that’s a long title, right? Technically this past week was the last week for Air Force Half training since I completed that race on Sunday, but I also didn’t want to lose sight on the St. Jude Marathon since that is the next big race. Sure there are a lot of races (8!) sprinkled between now and then, but the reminder that I am technically also 7 weeks into marathon training was a good kick in the gut.
This past week was a very tough week! I spent 6 days on the road, 5 nights in hotels and eating out for every single meal. I felt very lucky to even get in 7.4 miles between Monday – Wednesday. Every single run was even done in a different state. That tells you just how crazy my week really was. Overall I visited 5 different states through my travels. It’s always hard to keep up with my workouts on the road, but this week just seemed especially hard. Long days, multiple planes, trains and automobiles, so I was thankful for the miles I did.
Of course the big highlight of the week was running the Air Force Half Marathon. It was a very emotional day for me and although I did finish, there was still of course some disappointment deep down for not hitting my goal. I’ve logged the miles (about 300 for this specific training time) and still nothing is clicking with my speed. It’s been a rough 12 weeks personally and professionally and of course I know that takes it toll on my running, but still, I feel like a hamster in a wheel right now. I’ve got 11 weeks left until St. Jude Marathon so let’s hope between now and then something clicks!
Monday: 3.2 miles, 33:30, 10:28/mile
Tuesday: 3 miles, 30:57, 10:19/mile
Wednesday: 1.2 miles, 11:01, 9:11/mile
Thursday: Travel Day!
Saturday: Air Force Half Marathon, 2:21:52
Total Miles: 20.5
The bad news of the week is my darn ankle. It’s really starting to rear it’s ugly head again. It’s a very weird pain and it never hurts or prevents me from running, but I definitely feel it more and more lately. I’ve also got something weird going on on the bottom of my foot. I have an appointment set up next week with my podiatrist so hopefully I can start getting to the bottom of this. This is the same ankle that back in 2012 mere weeks before my first half marathon almost prevented me from running that. Let’s hope it’s nothing big. Cross your fingers.