Week 1 was kind of a flop for me. Monday's weather started off with balmy conditions nearing 100 degrees with high humidity that I wasn't prepared for. These lovely temps decided to linger for several days and got the best of me. My usually comfortable sub 8 pace for easy runs became a joke to my body and my attention went from pacing and distance to just surviving, which I barely managed most days.
To make matters a bit more complicated for myself, I took 10 days off of weight lifting. No big deal right? Sure, unless you decide to get a little overzealous with the comeback. Tuesday I thought that I would try to be a bad ass and do 3 sets of 15 lunges per leg with 15 pound weights followed by 3 sets of 15 squats with 35 pounds on each side of the bar. My legs are usually freakishly strong for my pint size, but after 10 days of NADA in the resistance realm...this nearly killed me. Every now and then I get a teeniest bit of DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness, you know the feeling that happens 24-48 hours after a killer workout), but this was a bit much for me. When I woke up on Wednesday with a tempo run on the schedule and my legs were as stiff as a overly starched shirt, I knew that a modification was in order and there was no way my legs would be able to pump out 6 sub 7 miles.
I've been paying for my eager attitude to get back into the gym all week. Every one of my runs has been cut short this week, and my 60 mile goal missed. A year ago this would have freaked me out and I would have found myself trying to squeeze in a few extra miles somewhere, but not this time around. Missed miles are simply what they are, missed...meaning they have come and gone and there is no need to be a crazy woman and force them into an already booked schedule. This is the only the end of week 1 and I still have 17 weeks ahead of me filled with plenty of miles. I am not worried about my sub 3:10 being compromised because of a few missed miles, I know that come October that finish line will be anxiously awaiting my finish.
Just have to keep reminding myself that balance is important and my abilities aren't what hold me back, it is my head that always gets in the way. As noted here my head may have taken years to get to the right place, but I now know that I possess all the skills and tools to get where I am headed.
These photos have absolutely nothing to do with this posting, but isn't that the sweetest face ever? Melts my heart.