a lot (for me)... like 45 mpw....
this hasn't happened since March, 2017.
I'm afraid if I start dreaming and hoping it will go away as suddenly as it seemed to come back.
I wrote a training plan.
I've been able to follow my training plan and even add on extra miles.
I've had a mental mind shift too. I used to be afraid of big work outs.
Long runs used to be my mental kryptonite. Now I look at them as an opportunity to become a stronger runner. Every mile makes me a better distance runner.
Intervals were always my favorite. I still love them but Phew! They are hard! LOL
Last week I had a 35 minute tempo run on tap. Instead of becoming paralyzed with the "What happens if I fail" fear I asked myself "will I still love myself even if I fail?" The answer: "Hell, yeah!" Who cares if I don't hit a certain pace! I'm running again!
I set out from the park and did a 1 mile warm up and then picked up the pace. (I should have run it more as a progression run but I've got no discipline.) The first mile I felt really good. I was working but it felt manageable. 8:23
The 2nd mile I was working a bit harder. All of my biking and running in Florida the past few days was becoming apparent. I took 2 short stops to gather myself. The 2nd mile chimed in at 8:13.
In the 3rd mile I made a U turn to head back to my car. Somehow knowing I have less than half of the workout to go puts a little pep in my step. 8:13
By mile 4 I was really feeling the burn so I backed off a tiny bit. 8:19 I ran another minute 41 seconds at an 8:11 pace.
The cool down was a struggle for real! LOL I wanted 6.5 miles total so I slogged through 1.3 more miles at very uncomfortable 9:19/9:23 pace.
So happy to have finished that run! And I couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.
Yesterday I ran 6.4 miles on trails and another 9.6 miles on the treadmill.
This morning I ran with a lady my age from my new running group. We banged out 8 miles at a 9:19 pace.
45.5 miles this week.
I'm dreaming of goals....
Please don't let this disappear.