weekly recap: 7/13 – 7/19

I didn’t feel particularly productive this week, but maybe it’s one of those things that is quality over quantity.

Obviously, being away on vacation kind of throws a bit of a wrench into things, but I did bring my running gear so I could make the effort. Here’s how I did on Week 4 of my marathon training.

Sundayrest

 

Monday - 3.1 mile trail run

This was a bit of a slower run, because I went out close to 8:00 AM (after spending the morning admiring turtle nests on the beach) and was finding my way around. I posed with a rather friendly crocodile

And then embarked on what I could only define as a trail run.

My very first.

It was a little eerie, but I ended up loving the scenery and the huge blue crabs that peeked in and out of their hidey-holes as I went past.

(I did NOT love the snakes I saw).

 

Tuesday - 3.1 mile night run

After a long day in the car, I absolutely. Had. To. Run.  Mr PugRunner was going to be out of town for four days and I wasn’t going to get much of a chance once he was gone, so I had to take advantage, even if it was at a time of day I normally avoid.

I started paying a lot of attention to my form that night and focused on taking more steps per distance than on longer, bigger steps. Imagine my shock when my first split turned up as an 11:39! I was completely motivated by that, and kept pushing, finishing with an overall pace of 11:36.

I couldn’t have been happier. I had managed to cut about a minute off my pace. It was hard, but it was doable. My confidence took a major upswing.

 

Wednesday - 1 hour of sunrise yoga

Enough said.

 

Thursday - rest

 

Friday - rest

 

Saturday - 3 mile run

Even though Mr PugRunner was out of town, his brother and family were staying with us on their way home for vacation, so they were kind enough to let me scoot out for a pre-dawn three miler.

I remembered the high of Tuesday’s run, and went out with the same goal in mind: keeping my steps small and pushing myself through each 2:30 interval. The end result had me completing my scheduled distance with an 11:56 overall pace. Slower than Tuesday, but still under a 12-minute mile. This run showed me that my time wasn’t a fluke and might actually be something sustainable.

 

I wish I had a longer distance on the calendar for the week, but it seems that my long runs fall every other week, with an exception here and there.  For the week, I completed nine running miles, and so far, for the month of July, I am at a grand total of 40 miles. I will admit to being a little stiff this week, but I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep, and getting knocked down to one yoga class rather than two is something that is starting to make a big difference.

In Week 5, I am looking at another single yoga class and an 11 mile run. This will be my first double digit run since January, and I’m a little nervous about it. Hopefully, I can keep my mental edge and my pace by focusing on my form and by breaking the run into a few parts to keep it manageable.

How did your week go?

Do you prefer road running or trail running?

vacationing in vero

One of the things we look forward to in the summer is getting to vacation with my brother- and sister-in-law and their kids. We normally spend a few days in the Orlando area, usually going to Disney, but this time, they mixed it up and chose Vero Beach as their destination. Plans were made and early on Sunday, we took the drive to Disney’s Vero Beach Resort.

This particular resort, somewhat surprisingly, was very unassuming, positioned on the corner of a rather typical intersection, neither really set back nor glaringly obvious. Once inside, however, it was like the main road didn’t even exist and we were transported to another world.

We arrived in time to enjoy brunch at one of the hotel’s several restaurants. Offerings included custom omelets, pastries, Mickey waffles (of course), chilled seafood, roast turkey and some other yummy things. Little man was most ecstatic that he got to have macaroni and cheese and a little dessert before noon. It’s the little things.

Our room was huge and lovely, with a private balcony overlooking the Atlantic. I was a big fan of reading in bed, with the french doors open, listening to the waves and enjoying the breeze.

On that first day, we loaded up the beach bags and headed down to the water. The waves were a little rough, but it was perfect for little man to try out his first boogie board. He did great!

The storm clouds gathered and dissipated, and we moved to the pool across the walkway, so that we would have a shorter sprint if the heavens opened. The cousins played on the twisty water slide and swam, and finally, we headed back up to the room so we could get ready for dinner at Squid Lips. It was a really fun and casual restaurant with a gorgeous view of the water. There was live music and a beautiful coastal breeze, and the food was pretty delicious, too.

We lingered, enjoying the company and conversation, until it was time to call it a night. That fresh salt air can wear a person out, and mostly everyone was heading out super early the next morning on a fishing charter, so they need some shut eye. Since I was staying firmly planted on dry land, my plan was to stay up late on the beach to see if I could catch any sea turtles hatching from their nests.

Vero Beach is apparently home to a huge contingent of nesting loggerhead and green sea turtles. The beach was dotted with staked off nests, just waiting for little hatchlings to emerge.

The babies usually emerge at night, heading down the beach, attracted to the moonlight dancing on the waves. The resort asked that if you visited the beach at night, to refrain from using flashlights or artificial light, and to keep the drapes on your room closed after 9:00 PM to avoid distracting the babies from their journey to the sea.

I didn’t last long. The sunset was obscured by the clouds, and as a result, the moon wasn’t all that bright either.

I planned to get up early and check out the beach in the morning while the other were heading to the boat, to see if anything had happened overnight.

Imagine my surprise and delight when I noticed two sets of tracks, clearly visible from our window!

I wasn’t able to investigate right away, because I wanted to say goodbye to the family as they departed on their fishing trip, but we later learned that a mama loggerhead turtle had come up to nest in the night. The new nest was marked and the eggs will hatch in 45-60 days.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet. I went for a run (more on that in my weekly recap), and then my sister-in-law, nephew and I went to see Transformers: Age of Extinction. It wasn’t the best, but it definitely helped pass time on a low-key rainy day. In the meantime, little man was having a hard time on the charter. Just like his mama, he got violently seasick (three times).

Catching some fish helped make up for it. No matter whatever else is going, that kid can always whip up a beaming smile.

We had planned to attend the character dinner at the resort, to meet Pirate Goofy and Pirate Donald, maybe followed by s’mores at the campfire. Unfortunately, our reservations were at 8:05, and quite frankly, we were, to quote little man, “plum tuckered,” so we canceled our original plans and ventured out to a tiny but tasty Italian restaurant (whose name escapes me) down the street. We took our time, enjoying the meal, and also enjoying the view. A storm was rolling in and the clouds gathering over the water were just magnificent.

As we were driving back to the hotel, the storm cleared enough to yield to this stunning sunset. I actually made Mr PugRunner pull over, turn around and then let me out to run (barefoot) up a bridge to capture it.

Since s’mores were cancelled and lightning was still coming down, rendering a late-night beach walk dangerous, there really was nothing left to do but go to bed.

However, with the morning came a new set of turtle tracks! Little man was awake, and so, in our pajamas, we scampered down to the beach to check things out.

We were there before any of the biologists came to investigate: the first one rode by to mark the trail, while the second one offered more insight into the nest.

 

It was so amazing to see those eggs. Apparently, each turtle lays about 100 of them. They are soft and papery, rather than hard, and buried beneath the sand. The biologists dig down just so they know where to set up stakes to mark the nest as protected. Getting an inside look at that was indescribable. I only wish that we had seen some of the babies, making their way out to sea.

All too soon, it was time to pack the car and make the drive home, but we definitely plan to return. It was too peaceful and beautiful not to. We enjoyed this particular hotel, but there are other properties in the area that would be great to try as well, and I hope we get the chance to do so.

Do you have any vacation spots relatively near your home that you visit?

Do you vacation with family?

showing off the bling

Since we began running last year, the PugRunner family has accumulated quite a bit of hardware. While I know medals aren’t important to some runners, they are incredibly meaningful to me. Each has a story and many memories behind it, and I love seeing them hanging on display.

The only problem was that we didn’t have anywhere to really hang them, or our collection of race day bibs. I’ve been saving those methodically, divided into piles for each of us, marked with the name of the race, date and time, while the medals were hanging on the supports of a bookshelf in our bedroom (little man’s were pinned to the bulletin board in his room).

I went so far as to pick up some supplies at the craft store to make my own medal racks: unfinished wood boards, sawtooth picture hangers, and a variety of decorative hooks and paint, but inspiration never really struck. In my head, I kind of knew what I wanted, but for some reason, I couldn’t visualize how to make it happen.

And so everything sat, untouched, in the coat closet.

A few weeks ago, I had had enough. There were some decorative things I started doing in the house, and I decided it was time to figure out the medal situation. Off to Etsy I went.

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for, so I just started poking around and in minutes, this popped out at me from York Sign Shop.

I had no need to look further. I absolutely loved the idea of having one hanger for me and Mr PugRunner, and so I ordered this, as shown, with an extra row of hooks and a beveled edge, and then sat back to wait for the mail.

Within a week, it arrived, perfectly packed and absolutely exactly as I envisioned.  I was so happy to start filling it up. I ordered some of my favorite running photos, picked up a few gallery frames, and set to work on a huge wall in our loft.

I created a “running” subway art piece to frame,

and surrounded the medal holder with some of our framed photographs.

As you can see, we’ve pretty much filled it up (Mr PugRunner has one more hook on his side, and I have doubled up on a few hooks on my side), so I think I will have to go ahead and order us each one of these smaller medal racks to hang under the frames on either side. They can be customized with our names or maybe a powerful saying for each of us. I will think on it.

Little man still likes his medals in his room where he can see them.

I am so in love with how this has turned out so far. And I can’t wait to continue adding to it!

Do you ever go on crazy redecorating jags? In the last month, I can’t tell you how many wall frames I have bought to create new galleries and collages. Tell me I’m not alone.

If you keep your race bibs, do you label them with info from each race, or just leave them alone?

weekly recap: 7/6 – 7/12

Week 3 of marathon training? Check!

I think the most notable achievement of the week is cracking 800 miles. Who would have ever guessed?

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Definitely cause for celebration!

Sunday – rest. Quite frankly, I don’t think we did anything all day. It was nice.

Monday - 3.1 miles.  This was a pretty enjoyable run. I felt good, despite the humidity, although it’s the run that got me dwelling on my pace. Finished with a smile, regardless.

Tuesday – rest Normally, this is my yoga day, but I had to take little man to camp and there was a conflict of time. It would have been nice to sleep in as well as have a day off, but what can you do? Sidenote: I greatly missed class.

Wednesday – 60 minutes sunrise yoga; 60 minutes strong vinyasa flow And we shall dub Wednesday “Double Yoga Day.” I went in for my usual class at 6:00 AM, and was grateful to be back. About twelve hours later, I was back with a runner friend for a different class with a different instructor. It was… intense. I loved it, even though I could feel my core shaking the entire time and I was dripping embarrassing amounts of sweat (yoga is all about no judgment!). I don’t know if I can fit in a third weekly yoga class, so I might end up alternating between this and my Tuesday class. Decisions, decisions.

Oh, and in between the two? I treated myself to a bit of a makeover.

I can’t remember the last time I had my hair colored or cut. Mr PugRunner and I were discussing some plans for next week, where I would have a significant chunk of time on my own and didn’t know exactly how I should spend it, so he suggested I get my hair done. I took that as a sign that perhaps I needed to pay a bit of attention to my gray roots and split ends. This was a lot of work for my stylist, but she did an awesome job. I even promised to attempt to blow dry, flat iron and wear it down. When I wasn’t running, of course.

Thursday – 3.6 mile run. This is where I increased my intervals to 2.5:1 instead of 2:1. I didn’t see any huge difference, but I guess improvements are never instantaneous.

Friday – 9.1 miles. I’m not sure I was emotionally ready for this long run, but go big or go home. I hydrated and tried to prepare myself as best I could and then headed out to my favorite bridge to get started. By the end of two hours, my distance had been logged, so mission accomplished. It wasn’t the run I had visualized, but it happens. I got a bit of a late start due to forgetting my Garmin on the way out of my neighborhood, and so that threw me mentally. I mixed up my route to keep my mind off that.

I had gotten some really great advice from a Twitter/Instagram friend of mine, Swmslo. She recommended that I break the distance into three 3-mile chunks, taking a break at the end of each for hydration and nutrition. Her reasoning is that I’m not simulating a race, but just completing the mils and so it’s ok to take some time to collect myself and recharge for a minute (or five). Brilliant. I kept my water and Honeystinger waffle in my car, and made that home base. I ran over the bridge and back, then did some flat distance before grabbing a drink and a bite. Back over the bridge and out to the boardwalk and the beach for a little sand running.

I’m going to be racing on the sand in a few weeks, so it was nice to have the practice, even if it’s not my favorite. I turned around and looped over to the pier for a bit,

and then back to my car, via the bridge, for another refuel.

This is kind of where disaster struck. I rested for a minute after my drink and nibble, but no sooner had I run three steps then my stomach revolted. I judged the distance to the nearest restroom, and even at a full sprint (or maybe especially at a full sprint), I would never make it. I actually got in my car and drove the mile to take care of things. And made a note to scratch waffles, which were always a favorite of mine, and go back to gummy bears.

After that, my energy was gone, but I wasn’t giving up. I had about 2.2 miles to go, and I was getting it done. From my new home base, I meandered around on some more boardwalk and sand, and then decided for one last go at the bridge. My energy was flat out gone (as evidenced by my pace at this point), and ironically, I was RAVENOUS. I was suddenly so hungry it hurt to breathe. I have never had that happen while running, and I can tell you I did not like it. (As luck would have it, halfway through my recovery bagel, the thought of another bite made me want to vomit, so there was clearly no winning).

Saturday – 1 mile. What? WHAT? I figure that I am going to toss in some late afternoon full-run miles to simulate conditions for the upcoming Tour De Pain. Can’t hurt to be prepared!

Oh, and on a creative note, I whipped up this medal holder for little man’s room.

I purchased an awesome double bib/medal holder for me and Mr PugRunner and will be writing about that next week, after I finish hanging it, and of course little man wanted one of his own for his room. He loves it and can’t wait to add some more bling.

How was your week? Are you racing or doing a long run this weekend?
How do you display your medals and/or bibs?

thursday thoughts

This may be a bit of a ramble. Because Thursdays are good days for rambles.

Things have been going well. Even though we are  entrenched in the summer months, with all the heat, humidity and storms that go with it, my training has been solid and consistent. I get up with the alarm (mostly) and log my runs. I adhere to my training schedule. I have (finally) gotten into a consistent routine of cross training I try to be mindful of my hydration and fueling.

And that should be it. Everything is all pointing in the direction of that 26.2 in January. All I need to do is keep on keeping on, doing exactly what I’m doing and it will be fine.

But…

There’s always a but.

I feel like I’m not giving enough. And I feel out of my league. For the life of me, I can’t understand why. Obviously, the distance I’m planning to complete is staggering. It’s new. Something I’ve never experienced before. I have no way of knowing what’s going to happen on that day, and we all know I crumble when it comes to uncertainty.

On top of that, I have myself convinced that I’m not being serious. Because in addition to worrying about finishing on my own two feet, I have myself worked up into obsessing about how long it’s going to take me to do that. It’s particularly unfair to myself because there is really no way to judge my pace in the midst of summer, but I don’t feel like I am challenging myself.

It’s not a secret that I’m on the slower side, but it feels I have fallen into a habit with that. Maybe I’m at the limit of what my body can do. At some point, there is a wall where it’s just not possible to go faster, train harder or sweat more, right? Or maybe I am making excuses and need to step it up. Because obviously, when taking on 26.2 miles for the first time, one should always add extra challenges, am I right? More uncomfortably, I could be afraid. I feel like I did push it last year, and I ended up hurt for my trouble. I don’t want to risk being sidelined again in the name of a time.

If self-sabotage was an Olympic sport, I would be a guaranteed contender.

I’ve made some little compromises with myself. For one thing, the only way I’m going to get faster is, unfortunately, to run faster. So I am going to try playing around with my intervals. I think it’s still early enough in my training cycle to get used to something new, and ultimately, it might help me break through that wall that’s been frustrating me. Right now, I’m doing 2:1s, but I am going to give 2.5/1s a shot.

I am also registering for a half in October that I didn’t really plan on running. I need to submit a half time to runDisney for my corral placement, and the only one I can use is my ZOOMA time from January. Since I got hurt mid-race, I feel like it’s not representative of what I really might be able to do. While I know I wouldn’t be in one of the top corrals, I also don’t want to be in one of the last (I’d like to buy myself a little cushion of time in case of GI issues, nerves, etc).

There is a fine line between being proud of myself and satisfied with what I have accomplished and wanting more. I guess it’s that good ol’ competitive spirit. I’ll never know if I can be better if I don’t try to be better, and I will only regret it if I don’t make that effort.

Do you train at a consistent level or are you always pushing for the next milestone?

What are some little ways you’ve boosted your confidence when you’re feeling down on your abilities?

would you rather… ?

I think it’s time for a little bit of fun. Jesica, over at RunLadylike posted a really fun survey, that she found through Amanda at Run To The Finish, who was inspired by Amanda of Diary of a Semi-Health Nut, who all, in turn, inspired Kristin at A Mom On The Run, and so on. It’s always great to read everyone’s answers and see how runners differ across the board.

So let’s get started!

Would you rather…

1. …run a 5k or a marathon?
I’ve never run a marathon, so this is hard to answer. I don’t really love 5Ks, but they’re done and over relatively quickly and I can get on with the rest of my day. I really think 10Ks are my favorite, followed by half marathons.

10Ks are my happy place

2. … run a flat race in the heat or hilly race in the cold?
Flat race in the heat, any day! I don’t mind hills, exactly (I do live in a pretty flat, at sea level state, so I do my best to incorporate elevations where I can) but the cold is a huge deterrent for me. I just can’t breathe properly and my limbs get incredibly stiff. It’s a good thing that our winters are short or my training season would be pretty limited.

13.1 miles later and I still think I’ll never be warm again.

3. …get new running shoes or a new running outfit?
Both, please! Right now, I am just about ready to start cycling in a pair of new shoes, so I have my eye on these beauties.

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But I wouldn’t mind a new running skirt, either ;)

4. … run a marathon without headphones or Garmin?
Without headphones. I like having music, but I run without my iPod a lot. I go out very early in the mornings, sometimes alone, and it becomes a safety issue for me. Then, when the sun comes up and it’s less of a risk to plug in, my superstitious nature kicks in and I keep the headphones out because I don’t want to jinx my progress by changing things. Sometimes, I can be pretty ridiculous.

5. … race because of the convenience (location, price, travel) or the swag?

I have to be really motivated to run a race. I would rather register for something that excites me than just because it’s local and reasonably priced. In some cases, the incentive is the swag.

 

I HAD to have that medal.

In others, the destination is the motivator. A lot of my bucket list races are out of town, and I think that makes for a fun trip, especially since Mr PugRunner and little man enjoy races, too.

6. … PR but result in an injury or finish strong and missing a PR?

Finish strong! Having spent several months injured, I want to avoid that again at all costs. While PRs are awesome, I try to keep my eye on the big picture and staying healthy.

7. … do 100 squats or 100 push ups? [Now take a break and go do them. ;)]

Um… Real pushups or “modified”? Because I can do modified push ups all day long. Does that count?

8. …. run without socks or without sports bra?

Obviously without socks. For the good of everyone, including myself. As I have mentioned before, I only wear socks for running, and even then, I really dislike them. No contest here.

9. … run on a treadmill for an hour or run around the same street block for an hour?

Bring on the block! I can’t deal with treadmills. I wish I could, but I am uncoordinated and terrified of falling off. Also, I find running in place even more monotonous then looping the same block over and over and over and over. At least outside, I have a chance of seeing something like the sunrise or an errant alligator or a cute puppy.

10. … run a Ragnar Relay or Marathon Relay team?

Ragnar, for sure! I don’t even know why! All those people,  sweating profusely and crammed into a van, catching cat naps along the way? Sounds awful! And awesome!!! Must make it happen!

11. … do a naked run or naked yoga?

If by naked, you mean fully clothed, then yes. Both of those. For sure. But I think the real answer would be run naked. With a bag over my head.

13. … give up running for a 3 years to get a BQ or never BQ but run as much as you want? 

I really hate to admit it, but Boston just isn’t on my radar. At all. Sometimes, I get myself psyched up and think “BOSTON! YEAH!” but I think that’s more the Fear Of Missing Out rather than actual desire. So in answer to the question, I would rather never BQ but be able to run as much as I want.

Feel free to answer all or some of these questions in the comments, or go ahead and share your own on your blog. Make sure you link back to me so I can see your responses, too!

weekly recap: 6/29 – 7/5

This past week was a little challenging, as far as training was concerned. It was really a case of too many things on my to-do list and not enough hours in the days, with the addition of a long, holiday weekend. I definitely felt overwhelmed, but definitely worked to fit in everything as best I could.

Another thing to note: I am starting to pull in a few different training plans. Having choices makes me feel a little better about the whole marathon thing. All of the plans focus on three days of running: one regular 3-5 mile run, one speed work run and one long run, with recoveries and rests built in. According to the two schedules I have, I am already several weeks along in the training process, and that makes everything not quite so daunting.   So much of this is going to be mental for me. I hope I’m up to the challenge.

Sunday - Sunday was a complete write off. Working with about 4 hours of sleep and a 2 hour drive home, I was more than happy to put on some yoga pants and enjoy time on the couch.

Monday - Rest day. I was still catching up.

Tuesday – I really thought I would be good and get up extra early to run before my yoga class, but it didn’t happen. The class wasn’t as intense with the weights this week, but it did run for an extra 15 minutes. When I got home, I was feeling a bit on the flexible side, so I had little man take a few pictures for me.

Despite that, I was still feeling a little guilty, so after dinner, I went out to fit in a 3 miler. It was brutal out, but somehow, I managed to get my fastest pace in quite some time. Funny how that works.

Wednesday – Sunrise yoga. We started the class with two people and ended up with five, which was really nice. I enjoy the quiet, smaller classes, but I also love the energy from more people. The practice was amazing, complemented by the beautiful sky, and when it was over, the instructor wanted to play around a bit. Normally, this would be the time where I stand back and let everyone else do their thing, cheering quietly from the sidelines, but for some reason, I was in an experimental mood. And then this happened.

one of my proudest moments

Which falls into the category of OMGHOWDIDTHISHAPPEN???!!!? I was terrified that I would do some lasting damage to the instructor (I was putting what felt like a lot of weight on her ankles), but she swore up and down that there was pretty much no way I could hurt her. So I let go of the fear and the doubt and I tried. In the interest of full disclosure, I did freak out pretty quickly and had to drop my feet, but no one actually fell, and I did it! Coolest. Feeling. Ever. I can’t wait to see what happens next week.

Thursday – rest

Friday -  I got up a little late, but headed out for 3.1 miles anyway. I was a little disappointed to miss out on either of the two semi-local races, but there’s always next year.

Saturday – Long run day! Five miles on the bridge. I guess everyone was recovering from the 4th of July festivities because no one was out there until my last mile or so. I didn’t mind. It was nice to have some thinking time.

 

Our schedule is going to be even crazier next week, so hopefully I can get everything done. With some shifting and shuffling, I should be ok. One foot in front of the other, right?

How do you choose a training plan?

Tell me about some kind of challenge you rocked recently.

 

happy 4th of july!

We have already started celebrating our long weekend and it’s been a blast, so far!

Things are going to be pretty busy around here for the next few days. We have a ton of family in town for a local event, and so it will be nice to get to visit, if but briefly.

We started the holiday weekend by going to the annual fireworks display near our house. Our tradition is to arrive early and have a leisurely dinner at the nearby restaurant, then stake out a spot along the lake with camp chairs and glow sticks and snacks. There is a DJ playing music, people dancing, vendors selling refreshments and all kinds of fun.

The weather had been sketchy all afternoon, with drizzles of rain and rumblings of thunder. On the plus side, this meant that the crowds didn’t show up til way later, AND that it was pretty cool and breezy with no trace of mosquitos or other blood-thirsty bugs. It could not have been more pleasant, really. When the show started at about 9:45, it was wonderful to just kick back and enjoy the lights and music.

After the show, we headed back to the restaurant for dessert while the traffic cleared out. It was super late by the time we headed home (And even later because I left my phone on the table – fortunately, the server was an honest kid and the hostess is my friend’s daughter, so it all worked out).

It was about 2:00 in the morning by the time I finally fell asleep, but I still managed to squeeze in a 3.1 mile run, even though it was way too hot and late in the day by the time I got to it. Next time, I’ll suck it up and set the alarm.

We will spend the rest of the day with my parents and cousin, and hopefully get to see some more fireworks from our house tonight.  I really can’t think of a nicer way to say Happy Birthday to this country of ours.

How are you celebrating the 4th of July?
Do you go see the fireworks in your town or do you prefer to watch on TV?

july goals

Happy July (a few days late, but that’s how summer goes).

I can’t believe that we are halfway through 2014 already. It seems like only yesterday we were ringing in the new year and complaining about the cold weather.

And now, we are smack dab in the middle of hurricane season and battling high temperatures, suffocating humidity and regular thunderstorms. Fingers crossed that all the storms stay safely out at sea.

June was a good month. A solid month. I hit 42 miles and I’ve been mostly pain free. The plantar fasciitis seems to have worked itself out. I have some twinges in the mornings after a long run, but I have been able to overcome it with some good stretching.  I didn’t set the world on fire, but it’s been a lot of forward progress, especially after coming off months of injury and backward steps.

I have big hopes for July. Huge.

  • Crack 70 miles. I think my training will allow for it, and I’m excited to see my mileage increase.
  • Continue with my yoga practice. It’s going really well and I am seeing crazy improvements in my balance and strength. I’m not seeing a lot of flexibility in my hips and thighs, but there is enough progress to make me excited about continuing to see where it goes.
  • Try something new. Before the summer ends, I want to try stand up paddle board yoga. Which is nothing short of insane for me. But I guess I’ll never know unless I try, right? It will make for a good story, regardless.
  • Take a month off from racing. I might possibly squeeze in a virtual race, just to say I did, but otherwise, July will be a race-free month. It’s goo dot take a break, and it may as well be during one of the hottest months of the year, when there aren’t too many events going on.
  • Work on some home improvements. We have a few things going on around the ol’ home front, and there are some little touches that are long overdue. We have spent a lot of time outside of the home, but it’s important to us that we love spending time in our home, too. I’ll report back with some progress reports as things go along.

So that’s where I’m at. We have some fun family plans in the works and I’m excited to see what this month has in store (besides scorching temperatures).

What are your plans for this upcoming month?

weekly recap: 6/22 – 6/28

I am pleased to announce that after many false starts, some bad weather, a nasty illness and lots and lots of travel, I have finally managed to officially complete my first week of marathon training!

On the one hand, it’s a fabulous feeling. A step in the right direction, so to speak.

On the other? OMGMARATHON!!!!!!111!!

In case it’s not obvious, I’m still in a state of shock that this is happening.

Sunday -  Rest.

It was Mama PugRunner’s birthday! The weather was pretty horrendous, so we got together for a delicious dinner, complete with coconut cream pie for dessert. Yum!

Monday – Speed work – 8x400m repeats with warm up and cool down.

Little man spent the night with his grandparents, so I took advantage. I have really been struggling with my speed work, but I was determined to get in my full circuit of 400m repeats.

At least I had the magnificent view to get me through.

Tuesday3 mile run. 60 minutes of yoga with weights.

I chose to double up on Tuesday simply because I had the time before my yoga class and I wouldn’t feel rushed at the end of the week. First, I did my three miles (didn’t hit my negative splits though. Boo).

And then it was off to practice. I switched from my usual 3 lb dumbbells to a 2 lb set. My shoulders were on the sore side and I want to focus more on my form and control. It was a good choice.

Wednesday60 minutes sunrise yoga.

I was the only one in class on Wednesday, which was kind of cool. We went out to the water to greet the rising sun. It was absolutely gorgeous, and comfortable and we tried all kinds of different poses and flows.

Slightly less comfortable was this guy, who swam up to watch us.

Why are there always alligators?

Thursdayrest

Allt he early mornings were taking their toll, so I took Thursday off. Little man and I went to the zoo and spent the day walking around and looking at the animals. It was nice having a somewhat quiet day.

Friday  - long run with bridge repeats

It’s a little sadistic to add the bridge repeats into my long runs but I really love the view – it helps the miles pass faster. It was a prett humid outing today, and the only breeze was, unfortunately, a nasty wind on the steep side of the bridge. I made it work.

Once again, the scenery did not disappoint.

Even better? I didn’t have any tummy issues

and I managed to finish at a faster pace than I did last week.

Saturday – I won’t be doing any formal working out, but I will be getting my share of walking, so not quite a rest day.

All in all, the week was a huge success. I am hopeful to shake the laziness I’ve been feeling lately, but I think that, as with all things, the deeper I fall into my routine, the easier it will be. I also need to start getting to bed earlier, but I am in a big reading phase again and it’s hard to close the books. Another positive is that I am on track to book my highest monthly mileage since December of last year (right now, June stands at 42 and December was 43. I will have one more run on Monday, which will put me at either 45 or 47).

Do you get enough sleep at night?

How did you get your sweat on this week?

 

 

 

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