I’m way off schedule. Two weeks ago, I missed Tuesday’s run because I was packing for South by Southwest. I missed Thursday’s run because I was flying to South by Southwest, but got the run in on Friday. I missed the long weekend long run AND the next Tuesday run. I was supposed to be back on schedule last week with Thursday’s run (which was great), but then I got sick on Friday night with a nasty cold and skipped the long run AGAIN (it was actually a 5K on the schedule, but I was hoping to make up the long run from the week before). UGH. We won’t even talk about all the missed cross training, strength, and stretching.
Good news—I got in today’s 4.5 mile run as scheduled. It was almost 40 degrees, and when I stepped out of the office I thought, “Well, it’s windy, but at least it’s just a breeze, and not a freezing cold wind.” I was giddily thinking of the routes I might take while I drove home. But then I stepped out the door and proceeded to run straight into a 10-15 mile per hour wind for two miles. No, it wasn’t a particularly cold wind, but it was still in my face and at times it felt like it literally took my breath away. I imagine this was a combination of the wind, lingering sickness, and the fact that I’ve only run once per week over the last two weeks. Still, I soldiered on and got the full mileage in. Given the number of walk breaks I took, I was pretty happy with my pace.
My new mantra, however, is:
only the mileage matters
Because that’s the only way I’m going to get through this training plan. I really should register for the race I’m training for. Barring any further sickness, I should be able to stick to this. I have a full week of work travel coming up in April, but with a good plan I should be able to get my runs in. One trip is to the west coast, so I should have absolutely no problem; I’ll wake up at 4:00 a.m. and have nothing else to do.