I'm way behind on blogging. I have 3 posts that I've started to write (meaning I've given them titles) and have failed to write about my last 2 weekends of marathon training. The empty posts will just have to wait because I really don't feel like being 3 practices behind.
The last two weekend practices (#3 and #4) I ditched. Yep ditched. I'm antisocial. Just kidding (or am I?) Actually practice #3 I didn't completely ditch, I just didn't have the time to mess around with a shoe clinic, coach's comments, and a 6 mile run that would keep me out until noon. I had things to do before I left for Denver and didn't want to bum around all morning. So instead, I crawled out of bed at 5am, shoved some leftover muffin in my mouth and drove up the hill to meet my fantastic mentor Shannon in PV at 6am so we could get our run out of the way and then meet up the rest of the team at the shoe store for the clinic. Seeeee...I'm not all bad for ditching...I had good intentions and still got my 6 miles in. Actually it was a great run. There's a lot less pressure when I'm just running with one person. We kept a really comfortable pace and chatted the whole way and time flew. Lovely. And I didn't feel like a train wreck later in the day. I have yet to figure out why...maybe because I kept my heart rate really low. We met the rest of the team for shoe clinic, then I messed around with some shoes and had to drag myself away before buying another pair of running shoes. I can't tell you how much I love buying running shoes and workout clothes. It's a real problem. I don't like fashion, you see, I like comfort. This is why my work clothes are years old and I have a new lululemon tank almost monthly. Problem. Please fix me.
Anyways...I spent the next week in Denver with the family. Maybe that's for another post. There's too much to say but I somehow can't muster the energy to talk about it. It's hard...least of all for me probably.
That being said, I was in Denver for practice #4 and missed it completely. There was no chance in heck that I was going to run 7 miles in Denver without oxygen, so I opted to wait until Sunday when I'd be back in CA and could breathe in some smog-filled oxygen. And so I did. And hated it. I hated the route actually. Usually we run up in the hills on a nice soft train. This route went down by the beach on the same road I used to run over and over when I lived in South Redondo. Don't get me wrong, running by the beach is kinda awesome...for awhile. But when you realize you're pounding concrete as hard as you can and there's no shade and no relief and no dolphins, it's not fun anymore. I felt a headache coming on around mile 2. Not saying I got a headache at mile 2, I just knew I would getting one later because of the insane amount of pressure in my head. The headache came full force later in the day and couched me for my entire Saturday. Please tell me why...I can't figure it out. I know what you're gonna say, though. Dehydration. I had a water bottle in my hand, ok? The only thing I can really think is that I was dehydrated from the air in Colorado and the plane ride the day before. Let's hope so because I can't imagine another headache like that after tomorrow's 9er.
I'll attempt to remember what I consumed almost three weeks ago...
#3 (6 miles grrrrreat)
the night before: maybe this is when I had salmon and cannelini beans with jen?
the morning of: blackberry muffin?
during: one bottle of water
immediately after: coconut water and some puffins and water
#4 (7 miles with headache)
the night before: whole wheat pasta with mushrooms and peas and parm (yum, by the way) and a red velvet cupcake that boy made for me for my return-to-LA surprise!
immediately before: green juice and puffins and water
during: one bottle of water
immediately after: coconut water (watered down), bottle of water
breakfast: sprouted grain english muffin with egg and cheese
...then i ate everything I could find for the rest of the day because headaches make me want to eat my face off