My first week of Baltimore Ten Miler training, I followed the training plan to a T and was so proud of myself.
The next week, we closed on the house, and my training went straight to hell. Here are my excuses.
I'd been barely keeping my head above water trying to juggle everything. I still don't totally understand why, because I know plenty of moms who have more kids, longer commutes, harder jobs, etc, and they have it together, but I can't seem to get there. Anyway, adding in packing and moving everything we own, and running fell by the wayside.
I have to get up at 5am to get about 20 minutes of exercise time. With the move and everything, I'm not getting to bed until after 10, being up who knows how many times with a teething, confused kiddo...I just couldn't hack a 4am wakeup.
|What is this place??|
The morning I was supposed to do my second "long" run, I woke up with one of those nasty, chest rattling coughs. Twice in my running career, I've ignored this and run anyway, and both those times, I ended up in patient first with bronchitis. Finally, I learned, and skipped my run.
Time out - all is not lost! While writing this post, I checked the training plan, for the first time in weeks. I'm not as screwed as I thought! The first four long runs are 6, 7, 8, and a stepback week of 4 miles, which is what I did the week I felt sick. That means that I actually am on track, for the long runs at least.
Here's what I have done to prepare.
I managed to keep up running 5-6 days a week, even though most of those runs were like, two miles. A few runs were extended, due to napping.
A 7 mile stroller run with some good friends!
|I swear, we only tortured them with sunlight for the picture.|
An 8 mile run Sunday! It wasn't even that ridiculously slow, by my new standards. Average pace 10:09.
As you might be able to tell, I really like following training plans exactly, but I'm trying to accept that those days are temporarily gone. I think if I survived 8 miles, 10 probably isn't out of the question on June 6, although it may not be pretty. I am really going to try to recommit now that we are moved in, if still living out of boxes. No promises, though.
Edited to add - I wrote this post last night, and did the dumbest thing ever. Texted my friend saying "teething isn't as bad as I feared!". I'm sure we all see where that is headed. A night of being up comforting my poor little man (Eric took over around 2 or 3). So no run this morning. So much for recommitting!