Last week, I managed 18.28 miles running and walking (including 3 miles sub 9 min/mile and a great 6.5 miler with F on her second to last long run before CIM) and another 60 minutes on the recumbant bike. I know I should go back to Bikram, but now the class card has expired. So, other than the health benefits I know I will receive, I have no incentive. It's so hot, uncomfortable, and looking at myself in the mirror with very little clothing on while sweating profusely and contorting isn't exactly a cherry on top of that already less than appetizing sunday....
This week, I was a slacker on the workout front. Work is *insane* right now and I'm struggling to stay afloat. I'm having nightmares again, which is a good indicator of the stress needle getting much too high. When that happens, something's got to give. In the short term, getting time in exchange for giving up a workout is a great choice. But, in the long term, my stress levels increase unless I get my mileage or other workout minutes up in parallel with the pressures I am under, so it's not a sustainable one. C'est la vie.
In perfect evidence of my lack of commitment to my workouts in the short term, after a walking workout with a couple of short sprints to get the heart rate up on the treadmill to finish my book club book on Monday, I took Tuesday and Wednesday completely off. Thursday, I unpacked my bag at the hotel, excited to get in my first real run of the week after my workday, only to realize I'd packed everything *except* running shoes. So, instead, I managed 30 minutes easy on the recumbant bike (in my socks) and 2 miles walking in San Francisco (with a stop at Lady FootLocker to buy a new pair of Brooks Ghosts).
Friday, finally shod, I did a decent 4.4 mile fartlek along the Embarcadero with a brief stop to listen to the lapping water and touch the sea. I'd hoped to fit in a run to Hopper's Hands, but I didn't have enough time, so it will have to wait for another time. I did, however, get in some time in the mid 8's/mile, so I was pleased.
Saturday, I fit in a slow, easy 3+ mile loop around AT&T Park. I've been stressed, did I mention that? So, today, Sunday, finally home again, I set no alarm and was shocked to sleep 'til 9:45 AM, which killed my run plans, and turned them into a lame 1+ mile jog with a dead garmin. When the MP3 player died in sympathy, I called it, and walked home. Instead we biked to and from brunch with E, F&P, plus the always adorable honorary nephew R and F's mom.
Total mileage on the shoes for this week? A whopping 14.5. But some decent close to 8 min/mile segments and 30 minutes recumbant bike + 20 minutes actual biking with inclines over the train tracks both ways. And, more importantly, despite not having a race on the calendar (other than a turkey trot) I'm committed enough to running these days that I went to go get new shoes when I forgot to pack them for a 2 day out of town stay.
As I read all the running blogs I read, I find that, much like other areas of my life, I am odd. I'm serious enough about running to do things like track my mileage, have a garmin, know pace information, and maintain a decent mileage base such that I'm guaranteed to clear 900+ miles plus for 9th year in a row, despite family health emergencies, work, drama, and life in general (and including 1,000+ for 7 of the same including a max of 1,660 in 2011). But, I'm not fast. I'm not a classically dedicated runner. I don't give up social or work obligations that I *know* will impinge my training (but I will make sacrifices for races).
When I've got a race on the calendar, I feel I share more in common with my fellow running bloggers. But these last few months? I'm feeling like I'm in my more typical state of outlier. Either way, I enjoyed my 14+ miles this week and I'm looking forward to seeing what I can pull off at ATL turkey trot despite the complete lack of training.
I mean, at the end of the day, if you're healthy enough to do a 5K, life is great!