I'm on pace for by far my worst-ever blogging month and my worst running month since February, when I had the excuse that I was coming back from a month off with injuries. I really should be doing a better job with both. As for blogging, there's actually a lot to write about, I just haven't found the time or motivation to write it lately. But since I actually have a few post ideas rattling around in my brain these days, I'm going to stretch them out over the next week rather than doing a big catch-up post like I usually do.
My biggest running news is that I signed up for the Atlantic City Half Marathon. It's unquestionably a bad idea. The half marathon (and marathon) is on October 21, and here I am, on August 25, not having run more than 5 miles since the Fourth of July (6 miles). My left leg has been giving me problems, my tailbone has been a pain in the ass*, and I'll be honest, I've been having trouble finding the time and motivation to run lately. (That's a blog post that I probably won't ever get around to writing!)
Chris and I have been contemplating the AC Half for months, and she put together training plans for us. Mine called for an 8-mile run today. Problem: I haven't run more than 5 in months and my last run was last Sunday in the burning desert of Las Vegas (more on this in a future post). 8 miles was too ambitious. My plan was to try for it, but to be happy with 6 or 7, and I extended my usual out-and-back route accordingly. It was a cool, if very humid morning, but I felt pretty good. Unfortunately, by extending my route, I hit some steep hills that I'm just not ready for these days. By the time I'd hit the 4-mile mark, my left leg was in a lot of pain.
Chris' training plan calls for a step-back week every other week, so next weekend is a 4-miler. Yeah, no. I've got to do a good job lifting this week, get the midweek runs in, and bust out a 6-8 miler. The whole summer has been a step-back week, and my day of reckoning is fast approaching.
*So, back in July I wrote my Spartan Race reviews and said I wasn't sure if I would do one again. Well, I'm sure now. No way. My tailbone still isn't all the way healed a month and a half later because of a stupid slip'n'slide of all things and it's been a pretty big setback to my running. Seriously, screw Spartan Race. I'm proud of how Chris and I did, and I do have some good memories of it, but I'm definitely a one-and-done Spartan.
My biggest running news is that I signed up for the Atlantic City Half Marathon. It's unquestionably a bad idea. The half marathon (and marathon) is on October 21, and here I am, on August 25, not having run more than 5 miles since the Fourth of July (6 miles). My left leg has been giving me problems, my tailbone has been a pain in the ass*, and I'll be honest, I've been having trouble finding the time and motivation to run lately. (That's a blog post that I probably won't ever get around to writing!)
Chris and I have been contemplating the AC Half for months, and she put together training plans for us. Mine called for an 8-mile run today. Problem: I haven't run more than 5 in months and my last run was last Sunday in the burning desert of Las Vegas (more on this in a future post). 8 miles was too ambitious. My plan was to try for it, but to be happy with 6 or 7, and I extended my usual out-and-back route accordingly. It was a cool, if very humid morning, but I felt pretty good. Unfortunately, by extending my route, I hit some steep hills that I'm just not ready for these days. By the time I'd hit the 4-mile mark, my left leg was in a lot of pain.
Chris' training plan calls for a step-back week every other week, so next weekend is a 4-miler. Yeah, no. I've got to do a good job lifting this week, get the midweek runs in, and bust out a 6-8 miler. The whole summer has been a step-back week, and my day of reckoning is fast approaching.
*So, back in July I wrote my Spartan Race reviews and said I wasn't sure if I would do one again. Well, I'm sure now. No way. My tailbone still isn't all the way healed a month and a half later because of a stupid slip'n'slide of all things and it's been a pretty big setback to my running. Seriously, screw Spartan Race. I'm proud of how Chris and I did, and I do have some good memories of it, but I'm definitely a one-and-done Spartan.
