Marathon training started on the day of loooooooove (February 14th) but my last couple weeks of training didn't go exactly as planned. I had week 1 of training just shy of 40 miles, but after posting 4 miles last week (thanks Ninja Death Star Flu) and 21 the week before (feel "out of it" from the possible impending NDSF) I didn't think 40 miles was very... uh.. smart. I chatted a bit with Jason who has become my marathon training program aficionado this go around, and he suggested I stay right around 25 miles for this week. Works for me!
My new motivation secured to my bathroom mirror. Ignore that I need to clean my mirror immensely.
I went through the first 5 weeks of my training program and adjusted them to fit a ~15% weekly mileage increase and before I even began, my training program was revamped. Ugh. Oh well. I did an easy peasy 3 miler to kick off training. It was warm but there were huge areas of super duper slick ice so I toggled between a 9:40 pace when I was running, and who knows what pace when I was tippy toeing across the ice.
And another thing I've been wondering, is anyone else able to tell that they're getting sick, a few days before they
actually get sick just based on how poor your runs feel. On the Saturday that I attempted my ten mile long run and cut it short at 3 miles, I was going extremely slow, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, and my shirt was soaked after 27 minutes of running (surprisingly not common for me after only a slow poke 3 miler). Yet, I didn't start feeling sick until Monday. Interesting? Or am I just loco?
This is how happy I am to be running after only doing 4 miles in 10 days FYI.
And in other fun news, I was contacted by Megan at Build a Sign to create some sweet signage for my bloggy. I knew they had to have 3 things: be green (duh!), list my blog addy, and include my running mantra....Don't think just run! I was super excited at how they turned out!! :)
I was sent stickers and sweet window clings. Upon receipt I immediately stuck one on KK's bedroom mirror so he has to think of me and my running obsession every time he looks at himself. I'm a genius... I know. If anyone wants one of these puppies, I'll send one out the the first 10 that want them. Let me know what your running mantra is! If you don't happen to be one of the first 10 and really really really want one (likely my Mom, because really who else would?!?!) feel free to beg in the comments... I'm feeling extra sweet. ;)
