18 miles last week.
I take taper seriously, yo.
So last week clearly sucked on the running front.
6 miles with Fiona Thursday, including one colossal wipe-out which left a 4-inch long scab on my arm that’s STILL healing.
9 miles with Meghann, Anne and some of Anne’s bridesmaids/friends before her wedding.
A far cry from the 47 miles I tackled the week before, and a far cry from the 43-45 my schedule had planned for me.
But I just didn’t have running in me last week. I had another intense week at work, and I woke up feeling physically depleted every morning. Every run that I did do felt like I was running through quicksand, and every time I ran, I felt like rest might have been a better idea. My legs felt the exhaustion of 13 weeks of marathon training, and my mind was elsewhere.
But hey, 18 > 0.
This week, I am fighting a cold, thanks to a probably training-induced compromised immune system. I got home yesterday around 1 and slept till 6, woke back up for a bit, and went back to sleep at 11 for a full 8 hours of sleep. My plan this week calls for four 5-milers and a 12-miler. I’m doing the Army Ten-Miler Sunday, so I will probably just stick with 10 that day instead of 12. As for those other 5-milers? I’m going to take each day as it comes. I know my body needs rest right now both to recover from this cold and from 13 weeks of marathon training, so that’s what it’s going to get.
Have you ever gotten sick right before a big race? Did you freak out?
Also…that “I’m not like those other people, I like my couch right now from last week?” Gone. I want to run.