|The sunset views from our home-away-from-home SF hotel are breathtaking.|
|Kale chips and mushroom quinotto.|
Last night, in celebration of soup season, I made one of my favorites: Vegetarian Minestrone!
Seriously, I love minestrone in all forms, but it's so satisfying that it's an easy vegetarian option -why add meat when it's so delicious without it? We'll be eating off these leftovers all week.
In running news, I tried to run slightly more miles than last week and keep up the exercises that seem to be the reason my leg is holding up. I succeeded. 27.58 miles. Most of them running, most of which before or after stabilization exercises. Bonus--I ran the full workout with the track group and hit the McMillan paces for my target (albeit slow) half marathon pace.
The long run of the week is, and will likely continue to be the big question mark. This week, I headed out on Friday AM in San Francisco in the true chill of the fog with a goal of 10 miles out and back along the Embarcadero and Chrissy Field. It was not to be. At 2.5 miles, I had to admit that my hip/butt was not happy with me, and another 7.5 miles just didn't seem like a good idea. I stopped to walk and stretch and then ran 30s strides with 1 minute of walking recovery back to the hotel. It was a decent 5 mile workout, just not the one I'd planned on. I was sore enough that I feared I may need to cut off my half marathon training. Gamely, I stretched and rolled, and hoped for the best.
Saturday AM, I was surprised to find that my leg felt "Okay." So, I headed out and forced myself to finish 10 miles @ 13:01/mile pace. I "ran" almost the whole thing, but the last 2 miles really hurt. I returned home to tell E that I was almost certain I couldn't do the half.
And then, I rolled and stretched and found that sitting in a chair at lunch didn't hurt as much as I expected. I rolled off and on all day, and then as we watched a movie that night. And today, I woke with a reasonably-not-super-tight leg. So, I headed out for a short easy run and after 1 mile, decided to call it quits due to an instinct that said working hard for sub 12/mile was not smart, even if it didn't hurt. So I walked home.
Oddly, I feel better about my prospects for the half than I have in several weeks. And, of course, either way, I've got lots of delicious homemade soup in my week's future.