Welcome to another week of the in-between workouts.
Monday: 9 miles. I ran this in the park mostly because of the rain. It was VERY rainy over the weekend and I ran through a lot of rain this morning. Kept it in the park and ran with probably too little attention being paid to my surroundings – at one point, I was running and heard a hissing like a tire going flat, and it was one of Satan’s Waterfowl. I was running right through a swarm of the fuckers. Then, on another pass through that area, one tried to chase me (I’m too fast, and it smartly stopped). 9.05 in 1:18:24 (8:40 min/mile pace). Finished my run with stretches, squats, and 4 pull ups.
Tuesday: 3 miles. Kept this around the neighborhood. Overall 3.15 in 27:02 (8:35 min/mile pace).
Wednesday: 9 miles. This kinda went off the rails. I ran this in East Fork and got a little bit late of a start. Got partway out and away from the parking lot and started getting abdominal cramps, and of course I’m nowhere near a bathroom. This pretty much killed the pace of the run and made it mostly unenjoyable until about 8.4 miles in where I made it back to the campground. 9.4 miles in 1:32:10 (9:48 min/mile pace). Finished the run with stretches and squats.
Thursday: 5 miles. Most of me didn’t want to get out of bed in the morning, but I did anyway and got a nice 5 mile run in. Despite the expectation of rain, I didn’t get rained on. 5.07 miles in 43:20 (8:33 min/mile pace). Finished the run with stretches and 4 pull ups.
Friday: Planned 13 miles. The reality of today was that I had to drive from Cincinnati to Columbus and back, and Columbus traffic in the afternoon SUCKS BALLS. There just wasn’t time (unless I wanted to make my wife very angry with me). Then on Friday night, we heard a loud SLAM from the garage. We checked the vehicles and I checked to ensure the car didn’t roll into the garage (I was above and away from the garage, but thought that it sounded like something hitting the garage). Nothing found, we went to bed and I thought ‘if I get up at like 6, I’ll go do my long run’. I got up at 8. Then when my wife tried to leave to the store, we found what made the noise: the garage door spring busted.
So that was my week. 27 miles. The lowest in a while, but since next week is entering the second marathon training round this year, it’s okay to have a little break. Cheers!