Last week proved to be very challenging. It was extremely cold most of the week and I don’t have gear that works below about 20 degrees. I ended up running on the treadmill twice – one 3 miler (should have been 4) and one 8.4 miler, give or take a few tenths of a mile. I didn’t realize the treadmill had a one hour time limit and when it stopped suddenly I was too flustered to look at what my current mileage was before I restarted in so I ran for exactly 90 minutes and called it 8.4 miles.
On Saturday I was feeling brave and wanted to get my long run (16) in so I braved the 8 degree weather and tried to run starting at 5:45AM. I made it 9 miles and when I returned to the car I had ice on my face. I gave up and I am still so mad at myself for it. As soon as I drove away that morning, the sun rose above the trees. If I had just given it a few more minutes I would have at least had the sun on my face and maybe could have managed to get my 16 miles in. It was a big disappointment.
The next day I managed to run 6.3 and that was not anything to write home about. I was tired. Of course my diet adjustment was part of the reason. Until I got the hang of it my calories were on the low side.
Anyway, I guess it just wasn’t my week to hit 40 miles. Nor was it my week to hit 139 on the scale. I’ve gotten to 39.1 miles and I’ve gotten to 140.7 pounds but then lost some ground in both areas. I’m trying really hard to have patience, to be smart, to focus on what I have gained and not only what I still want to have, etc. This has just been a bit of a rough week. Not sure if this week will need to be a recovery week but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I’m not in any hurry to get anywhere so being gentle is probably the way to go when in doubt.