Look what popped up on my phone yesterday.
That ain’t no joke, folks. My sister has purchased her plane tickets (she lives in Texas and is coming to Arizona to run it with me!), and I’ve started to design my race day shirt.
THIS. RACE. IS. HAPPENING!
…but is the training happening?
Yes. and no. But yes.
So while I am totally not going to sit here and tell y’all that I’ve stuck to my training plan to the T, I’ve done a decent job of prepping. I’m a little (ok a lot) nervous about it, but I’m mostly confident that I’ll be able to do it.
On Sunday, I went out for a long run. It was GORGEOUS outside, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to run outside! I’ve been treadmilling it, mostly, because of the kids. I can’t very well just leave them sleeping while I run around my town, can I? But Andrew was home, and I put on my running clothes really quickly and hollered “I’m going for a run!” before he could get a word in edgewise :).
I told myself that I was going to run 8 miles, and that I was not allowed to talk myself out of it at any point in the run. Does anyone else tend to do that? “Oh, I’ve gone 6 miles, I can head back.” Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater. I deliberately chose a route that wouldn’t be very conducive to wussing out, and I hit the road. I had found a new playlist on Spotify that I wanted to listen to, so I was ready with fresh music.
The first three miles were uneventful and smooth. I have been working hard on not blowing all of my energy in the first half of my run, so that I have something left to give towards the end. I decided on a goal pace of 13:00 or better, but not TOO much better. I’ve kind of gotten back to the point where the miles click away easily, and it feels really good to be there again. It’s not roses and sunshine all the time, but I don’t feel like I’m kidding myself with this half marathon.
I did, however, run downwind of a decomposing coyote around mile 6 and I was *THISCLOSE* to ralphing. That is a scent you don’t want to experience, much less breathe in deeply. Seriously awful!
The only bummer that came from the run were the killer blisters I got on the ball of each foot and on my big toes :(. I’d worn these shoes and socks before with no issues, but I suppose my feet weren’t up for the distance. It’s so frustrating when you physically feel great during a run, and your head is in the game, but with each. single. step. you feel an injury getting worse and worse. Anyone have ideas?
Here are my splits for the 8.2 miles I layed down:
Interesting little increase/decrease pattern I had going there, huh? Wasn’t intentional! AAAAND I totally killed my goal pace! 12:10/mi! I finished this run and really felt like I have a shot at the 13.1 in ONE MONTH. Have I said yet that it’s one month away? It’s one month away.
I have a 5 mile run scheduled for Sunday, and I’m hoping for no blisters. I was getting pretty pissed at my feet on Sunday! DON’T YOU KNOW I’M TRAINING HERE?!
Now get to work, b**ch!
So with one month to go, I need to really kick it up a notch and make sure I can be prepared for the half. It’s like Britney Spears knew I needed a kick in the ass to whip my running into overdrive, so she released “Work Bitch”. If you haven’t heard it yet, do yourself a favor and add it to your running playlist.
GAH, I’m a little biased because I’m from the generation who feels Brit can do no wrong, but damnit, this song is my jam lately!
Weigh in? Kinda?
I’ve still been living the mindset of “eat what you want, but don’t be an idiot,” and it’s been working pretty well for me. I’m maintaining around 155, and I’m okay with that. It’s been hard to not beat myself up over the scale. I really haven’t weighed myself that often — maybe a handful of times in the past month — but when I do, it’s been hard to remind myself that it’s okay if I don’t lose. Maintenance is the hardest part, I’m beginning to think.
You can read all of my weight loss posts in one place right here. Sha-wing!