Judging by the past couple weeks on the Run Less, Run Faster plan, I'm going to nail my upcoming marathon if it's all about running less. At the rate I'm going, I should be running zero miles in the very near future and if that's not running less, then I don't know what is.
Things started just fine but there's been a bit of a downward spiral over the past two weeks. I started the plan early since I couldn't read the calendar. All was well, it just gave me a jump start. The first real week training was going just fine as well. I managed the 'speedwork' and 'tempo' exactly as planned.
Long run day came and I just felt slow, tired and off. My breathing was crazy (which was a completely new issue for me), it was hot and I was not having fun. I blamed it on the fact that I didn't start running early enough in the morning. I technically finished the long run as planned but the first 10 miles were outside and then I hopped on the treadmill for the remaining three. It was the only way I wasn't going to bail at just 10 miles. I also ran the next day but it was just a couple of miles and super easy with a dog and would get back on track the next week.
On Tuesday, I headed out for the next week's tempo run. I decided to flip flop some stuff since I was planning a July 4th 5K. I knew I was coming down with a cold but the seven miles went by just fine and at the pace it told me to run. By Wednesday, I had a terrible cold. Being stubborn, I still had every intention of running the July 4th race. I woke up hacking and barely able to go one minute without coughing and gasping for air. My more rational husband decided we were bailing on the race. I spent the 4th on the couch and barely moved.
Frustrated with a summer cold but feeling like it was improving, I completed the 2nd workout for the week on Friday...but on the treadmill. I had every intention of doing my long run of 15 miles on Saturday. Yes, I was going to break the no running on back to back days rule of the RLRF plan. I woke up early, got all my crap ready and headed out the door. I knew within about the first 5 minutes I wasn't going to run 15 miles. I bailed at 5 miles.
I was feeling better but still a bit run down from the cold so we spent the day working on our ever-neglected yard. I went to town on cleaning up flower beds and overgrown weed piles. The yard actually looked decent and I felt fine about bailing on all my running plans. Sunday we took the shelter dogs out but it was really too hot for them so we finished up early. Feeling all accomplished from our yard work on Saturday and most of the day still free, we decided to find something to do for the day and headed towards Berkeley Springs. We had lunch at an amazing restaurant, Panorama at the Peak. This is the view:
It was a perfect day but our plans to hike at one of the parks afterward were thwarted by a nasty thunderstorm. On the way home, I was itching pretty bad. I must have gotten into something in all the flower beds on Saturday. In fact, I remember pulling out something that I questioned if it were poison ivy. I can't say I even have any idea what poison ivy really looks like but even I questioned this one. It was in our yard though and we've never had it before so it was probably just some normal weed.
You know where this is going...by Monday, my forearms were completely covered and a little bit on my legs. It has just proceeded to get worse and worse this week. I have washed everything in our house but ended up covered from head to toe in the nasty rash and spots on my husband started surfacing yesterday. I've been miserable. This week has been awful and I must still have the remnants of the cold. I haven't felt this bad in a long time. On Tuesday, I ran my 'speedwork' on the treadmill. It was very, very tough. On Thursday, I attempted the 'tempo' run. I didn't feel great but thought pushing myself may be a good thing to get over the hump of feeling bad. Four miles into it, I was done and was walking. All I wanted to do was get myself back home.
I have no expectations for doing a long run this weekend but we will see. The rash has finally stopped spreading but I still look like a nightmare and have lovely constant oozing blisters. I've been hopped up on Benadryl all week trying to stay somewhat sane.
With all this running less, I'm sure I'm getting faster.