This trail run was brutal. I could not keep up with these two on the final climbs.
Jumping back into marathon training is always a bit of a shock to the system, and my body was wondering what I was thinking running 11 miles on a Monday morning after doing a longer-than-normal run on Saturday.
I will max out at 70 miles per week this training cycle because I feel that is where my body is happiest. I get the mileage that I need for a good marathon while still being able to keep up with the rest of my life while avoiding getting burned out.
And then I got to finish up my run with these two.
My dreams are coming true:
Andrew raced the girls on our street, which was fun to watch (and not participate in because my legs had no desire to turnover).
Do the little details on running shoes make anyone else very happy? I love the laces and stripes on the Peregrines.
Andrew took the kids to the dentist, and it’s Beck’s new favorite place because he got to watch the Mario movie while he was there and left with prizes.
The rest of the day was a normal one so it’s time for the tangents of the week, even though every post probably feels like a bunch of random odds and ends thrown together:
*Whenever Brooke pets Beretta, she places her paw on Brooke. I’m getting so worried about her aging.
*I hope Kaydi and I make it into your mailbox if you are signed up for Saucony mail.
*I am trying to perfect the night before the long-run meal! Usually, I have spaghetti, but I was getting a little bored with that and went with eggs (with pico and guac) and a bunch of crepes and felt great the next morning.
*I keep adding to the stack. I have a problem.
*Being two is rough.
*The other night, we were sitting out front when our amazing neighbors brought out the Costco pb/chocolate pie I’ve been dying to try.
*I think he sees me carrying around my gels on my long runs and does the same with his version of gels…. he doesn’t want his glycogen levels to dip. He’s got places to go and things to see.
Please tell me what you are reading.
Do you like sad books or movies?
-I think something is wrong with me. I love watching/reading sad things. Sometimes I want to sob for 20 minutes straight. Is that too much to ask for? Andrew has told me I’m no longer allowed to choose the movies we watch. He says he is tired of his throat hurting (how he describes feeling emotions)…
What’s your night before a long run meal?
Any post requests… I’m all ears!