It has been a few weeks since I've posted, but never fear- the turtle has been plugging away at the marathon training schedule. And since it has been a few weeks, I'm looking back at my trusty Jeff Galloway Training Journal (free with Galloway NYC membership!) to recap my week. This week I noticed that I wrote something about being abnormally hungry every day! One of the joys of marathon training is burning large amounts of excess calories. So I keep eating. The good news is I keep losing weight steadily, so I guess my calorie burned/taken in ratio is ok. Now if only I could stop enjoying those extra calories in the form of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Damn leftover Halloween candy!
I took a rest day Monday and tried to stretch a lot. I ran around way too much watching the marathon Sunday, and my legs were feeling it. After work on Tuesday, I hit the gym for a treadmill run. My legs were still feeling super heavy (gee- I wonder why?!) but I managed to eek out a 30-minute run. Then I went straight downstairs for a pilates class. The teacher was NUTS. And I mean NUTS. It was one of the weirdest pilates classes I've ever taken, and we did exercises I've never seen before (girlfriend must have recently attended a seminar or something). But just when I was about to write her off forever, the next day I was feeling the pleasant ache of a kick-ass core workout.
Wednesday...Rest day = Heaven.
On Thursday I met my sister Suzanne and Mike in the park. They're both training for the Disney 5k, but I needed to get a longer workout in, so when I finished a jog with them, I attempted another "Magic Mile" (Galloway's marathon time-predictor tool). There was nothing magical about it. I didn't improve my time from a month ago, I think because I went way too crazy-fast out of the gate. Still learning about the importance of pace. Always learning. I'll try another one in a few weeks!
Rested again Friday, and did 7 miles with Mike in South Jersey on Saturday morning (happy birthday to my awesome husband Jim...he got to sleep in). This was one of my favorite interval runs I've ever had. It was a perfect crisp fall sunny morning...58 degrees. We ran the bike path of the town in which I grew up, and my mom rode her bike next to us. Great route, great conditions, and great company. One of those days when I thanked God I found running, and wondered what the heck I ever did without it? We went super slow, and I enjoyed every step. On to week 12...
Sarathon or bust!
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