In my last post, I sounded a little frustrated over JFK training. My week had gone like this:
Monday: P90x Plyometrics
Tuesday: Run 3.5 miles on the treadmill, run 5.5 miles with the dogs in the morning. In the evening, run another 3-4 with Lucky and Rafiki (mostly Lucky seen here):
Wednesday: Run 4 miles, very tough and it took a lot just to get through that amount. The very strong 'test' dogs and plyo workout was catching up with me.
Thursday: Rest. My legs still felt dead and had some pain that seemed to indicate they needed rest, not trying to push them.
Friday: Attempt to run 2 miles with the dog, didn't go so well.
This left me a little frustrated and I was dreading the thought of a long run on the weekend. I tried to snap myself out of it. First, I printed off a calendar from now until November because nothing gets me excited like a nice calendar to fill out and a nice to-do list to create.
Next, I decided my hair needed cut. Jenny inspired me when I commented and realized I'd been shedding like crazy. My hair salon standards are very high. It needed to be walk-in and near a grocery store since I needed to go grocery shopping afterwards. The first one I drove by looked like it had people who were waiting. I wasn't interested in waiting so I drove to the next one and walked right in. The girl who cut my hair made me feel extremely old as we had a conversation about her boyfriend...who was a senior in high school.
By the evening, I decided my plan for Saturday's long run was to complete it on the treadmill. I would get up super early and knock it out that way. I'm not a fan of running for a long time in the pitch black. So, I came up with the theory that the treadmill would also be good since I should get used to long, boring runs with no elevation changes for that super boring stretch on the canal for JFK. I could run and watch something on TV, not have to run in the dark and get through a long, boring run.
Well, that didn't happen. First, I slept in. Then, I made breakfast. I needed time for breakfast to digest so I walked the dogs. Then, I decided the house really needed vacuumed so I did that, scrubbed the floors, cleaned the bathrooms and decided to wash all the dog bedding. I helped with some more dog van modifications and by 1 PM decided I would finally attempt to run. It was hot so I was still planning to use my brilliant treadmill plan. I knew I wouldn't run 16 but was just going to try to get in as much as I felt like. That ended up being 6 miles. I pouted about for most of the afternoon.
Sunday, I decided to let it go and just move on. So, I ran 4 on the treadmill, 4 with the dogs and then headed to pick up dogs for the Miles and Mutts run. I decided the stars just weren't aligning this weekend for anyone. We were going to pick up 8 dogs (our entire rotation). 3 people had to cancel at the last minute due to illness or odd injuries. We still took 6 dogs but the funniest thing happened when we started unloading dogs and two people asked if I'd brought Trinket. Trinket is the sweetest dog, but she is pretty slow. Seems a few other runners were looking for a slacker workout buddy for the day. Trinket wasn't there but we all made the most of it on a cloudy day and tuckered out six dogs. It's a new week, time to move forward.