The past two weeks have been a bit hectic (hence, no posts). Last week's run went fine--nothing to write home about. This week, however, more to write about...
I made a bad discovery on my five-mile run on Tuesday: Taco Soup & running don't mix. Let's just say that I won't be eating ANYTHING remotely spicy the day before my marathon. I got it done, but it wasn't fun. My "fartlek" training didn't happen due to mommy-duties interfering (baked & iced almost 5 dozen gingerbread cookies), but my hubby thinks the time on my feet should count for something... :) I ran 4 miles on Thursday the fastest I ever have: 4 miles in 50 minutes (12.5-minute mile pace). I felt fantastic! Maybe baking the night before helped somehow? Makes one wonder...
The biggest run I have ever done happened yesterday: 20 miles! I was able to jalk it in 4 hours, 55 minutes, which was a pace of 14 min. 45 sec. per mile. I was doing great until I tripped over a brick in the driveway of Ferguson Elementary School. It kinda "stubbed" my foot, which in turn hurt my right knee. I finished my run, but at a little slower pace than I had been going due to the knee pain (not sidelining--just annoying). The end of my run was at Kim's son, James, first birthday party. I think that gave me some incentive to finish--wanting to make it before it was over & seeing everyone. She was kind enough to offer me a nice hot shower & food, both of which I was extremely grateful for. Once the party broke up, we headed home to my supply of Icy Hot & a comfy napping spot on the couch. I have no idea how long I rested, but I was so glad Shawn let me sleep. When I got up this morning, my left leg felt like it always does, but my right knee was still a little sore (still no swelling). I've been taking it easy around here today to make sure it's back to normal by Tuesday (my second-to-last 5 mile "short" run).
I'm still in disbelief that my race is just three weeks away! I'm getting more excited, antsy, & nervous. Probably par for the course, but it's the biggest achievement I've ever physically made (besides having my boys). I am just praying that I stay healthy & injury-free, that the weather isn't windy, and that I cross the finish line and get that cute little Mickey medal to take home with me. And the best part will be seeing my family & friends along the way (hint, hint--if you don't have plans now, make some to come cheer me on on the 9th!).
Needing to break up World War III in the living room (never a dull moment with hyper pre-Christmas boys in the house). Until next time...
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