Week Twelve: 85 Miles
|8/28||7.5 miles||8:45 pace, PM run|
|8/29||9 miles||9:10 pace, tired|
|8/30 #1||10.5 miles||3x[14 mins.@10K pace/9 mins. slow jog]+wu/cd|
|#2||7.5 miles||8:45 pace, recovery run after work|
|8/31||10.5 miles||7:57 pace, legs feel very fragile|
|9/1||10 miles||7:51 pace, not too bad, nice and cool outside|
|9/2||22 miles||8:11 pace|
|9/3||8 miles||8:30 pace|
I was only granted one day off this weekend, so on this beautiful early September Sunday...I'm sitting here in my windowless office proofreading scripts, clearing music rights and squeezing in a little blogging. I did have yesterday as my own though so we enjoyed a lovely, lazy morning before running 20+ miles in a soggy autumnal maelstrom, after which we satisfied our carnal craving for filet mignon and beer(him)/red wine(me).
The practicalities of running this many miles are still pretty daunting. Try to get 8 hours of sleep, and that's just the minimum to give you body a fair shot at recovery. Then half an hour to get ready to run (at 85 miles a week) an average of 1 hour, 43 minutes and 13 seconds. 45 minutes to shower and dress and you've already used up 10 1/2 hours of your day. 1/2 hour commute to work, grabbing food along the way, to be scarffed down at my desk to start off a minimum 9 hour workday. Lunch gets consumed this way as well, while working, and don't forget to be drinking water all along as well. 1/2 commute home and if the universe is cooperating, there's at least 3 hours left for dinner, laundry, cleaning, blogging, reading, calls home to mom & dad, conversation and relaxation with my man and finally, time to get ready to get in those eight hours of sleep. That is of course, if there isn't a second run to fit in!
In the midst of all this, it's challenging to maintain any semblance of balance. I used to have hobbies. I used to draw and paint and take photographs. I read newspapers and books and magazines...books and magazines that had nothing to do with running! It's almost a blessing that I'm having to deal with flux and upheaval at work through all of this, just to have something else to think and talk about. If someone were to place a moratorium on my ability to talk about running or work, I would simply stare placidly into space with a dull empty expression on my face. On second thought, that actually sounds really lovely, zzzzzzzzz.....