Last week, the seventh to be exact, was a bit of a roller coaster, eventually ending in a derailment and horrible crash. Through six weeks I was pleased with my progress. Holding a streak of 28 straight scheduled runs had my spirits up and I was making solid progress. Week 7 offered my first real “long” run of 18 miles. Overall the week was shaping up nicely and set to be my first 50 miler in awhile.
Tuesday was my first run of the week, and a solid 10 miles with 5 at half marathon race pace. A great start to the week with a hard effort. Things are looking good. Took it easy on Wednesday with a light 4 miles. Hazel joined me for the first. Thursday called for a lengthy 11 miles, but it was pretty easy. I did find myself in a bit of an interesting situation, but more on that in an upcoming post. Finally Friday was a mild 7 miles. Nothing too taxing by any means. That was that. The weekdays weren’t too tough, though it was four consecutive days of running. Sounds like a lot, but it was only 6 miles more than a marathon!
As I mentioned, life forced my Saturday run to turn into a Sunday run, which was fine by me after four straight days. I have a whole post coming up about this, but to give you an idea, just look at the picture.
When I woke up Saturday, I could barely put any weight on my left foot. Like bite-a-pillow-so-you-don’t-wake-the-neighbors pain. After hobbling around a bit, I took Hazel for a walk, did some work, and moped for most of the day. Sunday offered enough pain that I chose to break the running streak at 32 days and not pound 18 miles onto an already-damaged foot.
scheme of things: not a huge deal. In my own little world: apocalypse.
We’ll see how Week 8 turns out. Hopefully less fire and brimstone, and more rainbows and unicorns.