That three day Labor Day weekend, running with my daughter, kicked off my highest mileage week of the year - 40 miles!
On Tuesday I ran 9.5 miles in 84 minutes. My text to G said - "Around Harriet 84 min w one 4 min rest. Qualifies as a run and not a shuffle." My breathing was great, but my legs were kind of stiff and sore.
When I told TJ about my 9.5 mile run she said, jokingly I think, that I was wasting my time trying to get in shape to beat her because it's never going to happen. We'll see, miss I never saw a day off I didn't embrace.
Wednesday was a loss. Was planning on running with G in the PM. I tried a little jog in the morning to see how I'd feel. I couldn't do it. Back was tight. Quads were cramping. It was generous to say I 'ran' 3 miles when it was more like 1.5 with a 1.5 mile walk.
Thursday back on the horse. Went to Lebanon Hills forest preserve and ran for 78 minutes. This was the same look I'd run about 4 weeks previous in 85 minutes. Call it 8 miles.
Friday - Forgetful Jones, that's what we call TJ because she forgets everything, like double knotting her shoelaces, her phone, her homework; well, she forgot her backpack at my house. This was the first week of school! How do you walk out of the house without a backpack? I drove home (20 miles) and drove it back. Great. 80 miles of driving in the morning; I'm in a great mood. I briefly considered not going to her race this afternoon, but my parents are driving up from Chicago, and bottom line I want to see the race.
My run was terrible. I literally felt like laying down and taking a nap. Really drained. Sometimes that feeling scares me as I think about heart attacks and things like that. 4 miles.
Saturday - 5 miles.
My first 40 mile week.
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