And I suck. And even though I did read blogs over the weekend, the thought of actually writing a post maybe crossed my mind once. (I know you all really care, too, so I am sorry). But not really sorry because I was too busy having fun.
ANYWAY. Here is a refresher of what my workouts were supposed to loosely resemble:
Monday: Jillian Michaels Ripped in Thirty Week 3
Tuesday: Easy 3 miles @ 10:02 pace
Wednesday: Jillian Michaels Ripped in Thirty Week 3
Thursday: 5 mile tempo run, 1 mile warm up at 10:00 min/pace, 3 miles @ 8:27 min/pace, 1 mile cool down @ 10:00 min/pace
Friday: Jillian Michaels Ripped in Thirty Week 3; 35 min interval run (<--- DUMB.)
Sunday: 8 mile long run @ 9:59 mile/pace
Overall planned miles: 16
Overall actual miles: 19.5 (take that RoseRunner... juuuust kidding, rock star over there does that many miles in a day. A day. And it's my weekly total. No shame.)
The week started off really easy. I felt like I was cheating working out so little. The Jillian Michael's stuff will get its own post, but really, I do feel like I'm taking it easy by only doing a 25ish min workout on those days (granted, I'm super sore).
The 3 miles on Tuesday I had to consciously work to run that slow. I almost think I should have run it on the treadmill because then I'd have been forced to keep the same pace, but I enjoy running outside too much.
a little really worried about the 5 mile tempo run because I decided way ahead of time to do it on the treadmill. I really wanted to hit that 8:30 pace for the 3 miles, and the easiest way to do that (for me) is by running it on the TM where I set the pace. I had the option of running the 3 miles at an 8:34 pace (level 7.0) or an 8:27 pace (level 7.1) so I opted for the 8:27 (all at a 1% incline). I went to bed Wednesday night telling myself over and over again that I would have a great TM run (I'm not a TM running kind of girl. I hate it for everything except intervals or fast 1 mile sprints).
It was glorious. Seriously. I had the best run ever. One of those runs where you really feel like you're running on clouds and you never want to stop.
Friday I messed up. I started off good with the Jillian Michaels. But I was feeling really off by the time I left work. And since hubs was going to the mow the front yard, I decided to run (dumb). I knew I needed to give my legs a break, so naturally I ran a really hard interval run. My legs were shot by the end of it. Seriously shot. Saturday I did nothing because they were so tired.
When I woke up Sunday they were still tired. But there was no way I was skipping the 8 miles.
So I laced up and hit the pavement in my favorite neighborhood to run in.
There's really no way around it, they were hard.
I had to talk myself up to get to mile 7, all the while telling myself that if I got to 7 I could walk.
Naturally, when I hit 7 I told myself I was dumb for thinking I'd walk the last mile and I sucked it up and ran it out.
I really did try to hit that 10:04 pace, but my miles were all over the place.
Sometimes I was running way too fast, and sometimes way too slow (wind did factor in as well). I was really happy to be done (and happy that I sucked it up and ran all 8).
I ended up averaging pretty close to what I was supposed to run, but let's be honest, all 8 miles were brutal.
Because I just cant help myself...