JANUARY

WEEK #2

01/08/2018 - 01/14/2018

  

So week two has come and gone quickly. Time keeps going. I feel I cannot keep up at times. Maybe this is telling. If there is no end date, I will not complete this goal. Last week’s promise to run 41 miles did not happen. Various reasons to this. Mostly, it was all mental. I lost. I did complete a fair amount of mileage that I am proud of given the circumstances. There were no injuries this week either. 33 miles done! 

I have noticed that planning week by week is tough. This is not a new problem. I see why people whip out their credit cards and fill up their calendars with races. Those short-term goals need a balanced plan to get you through the races. I am a little wary of this with the kiddos, and unreliable scheduling needs. The last race necessitated a babysitter, car rides, and not to mention the training plan around said-kids and work schedules. Yet, I did it. Never missed a run. Come to think of it, I never missed a training run during any training. I did make them more of a priority. On the other hand, I never trained in January. 

My main issue was myself. The motivation to just go downstairs and tick the miles off gets harder and harder each day. The weather was horrible. The kids had a snow day on Monday and on Friday, they were let out early due to a coming snow storm. The weekend started with below zero weather and climbed up to just above freezing on Wednesday. I trudged through respectable 6.5 miles each day in the beginning. Wednesday morning had me busting out of the house and on the dark roads for four miles. It was just necessary for the sanity. I honestly felt like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. The past three weeks had me tethered to the ‘mill. I thought this would rejuvenate my relationship with the treadmill. But the mileage just waned towards the weekend as the cold weather set in again. 

My progress is only putting me behind. But each step brings it closer. Yes, these missed miles can be made up in better weather. I just do not want this to become credit card debt. It can avalanche you before you know it. This is a commitment. The 41 miles attempted 33 actually accomplished. 

WEEK #3

 01/15/2018-01/21/2018  01/15/2018-01/21/2018


  

So again, stuck on the ‘mill. Trudging through. Monday was rough! Martin Luther King Jr. Day was supposed to be a great day to get some extra miles in. I hopped on the treadmill and did only a mile. My mental fatigue just went out. I let a lot of shit get in my head making me feel stagnant and unproductive. Instead I got out of the house and into the chilly air to take the dog to the vet and taxi children to the dentist and other fun stuff. 

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were met with six mile runs. I am behind, behind, behind! Week 3 and I am not doing it! Why did I let my mother get to me? This is not going to let me fail. What hole am I digging that I cannot get out of? But the darn treadmill can be depressing in its own right. 

Friday was met with the same ambitions as the previous three days. But I did get a twinge in my knee after mile 3. It got better after a good long while, but it left me with no time to pound out anymore miles. The same happened on Saturday. But I did get outside for the first time in a while. The ten miles I wanted were gone. 26 miles completed for the week. 

Cross training is tough to consider. Time management needs to be imposed at a hardline. Unfortunately, this will take away potential opportunities to run outside or in different locations. But I want to get into the grove both running and cross training before my mileage gets any higher. Running at a consistent time each day is not happening either. I like to take advantage of daylight while running. Especially in these dark cold days. I would use this as an excuse in the early morning to either stay in bed or shuffle off to work early and not run until the afternoon/evening time. The ambition teeters a bit. 

But make no bones about it. The days are short, cold and filled with many other obligations. Yet every mile log is one I do not have to run later!

91.6 Miles logged in 2018 thus far… 1,926.4 to go…

  

So week two has come and gone quickly. Time keeps going. I feel I cannot keep up at times. Maybe this is telling. If there is no end date, I will not complete this goal. Last week’s promise to run 41 miles did not happen. Various reasons to this. Mostly, it was all mental. I lost. I did complete a fair amount of mileage that I am proud of given the circumstances. There were no injuries this week either. 33 miles done! 

I have noticed that planning week by week is tough. This is not a new problem. I see why people whip out their credit cards and fill up their calendars with races. Those short-term goals need a balanced plan to get you through the races. I am a little wary of this with the kiddos, and unreliable scheduling needs. The last race necessitated a babysitter, car rides, and not to mention the training plan around said-kids and work schedules. Yet, I did it. Never missed a run. Come to think of it, I never missed a training run during any training. I did make them more of a priority. On the other hand, I never trained in January. 

My main issue was myself. The motivation to just go downstairs and tick the miles off gets harder and harder each day. The weather was horrible. The kids had a snow day on Monday and on Friday, they were let out early due to a coming snow storm. The weekend started with below zero weather and climbed up to just above freezing on Wednesday. I trudged through respectable 6.5 miles each day in the beginning. Wednesday morning had me busting out of the house and on the dark roads for four miles. It was just necessary for the sanity. I honestly felt like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. The past three weeks had me tethered to the ‘mill. I thought this would rejuvenate my relationship with the treadmill. But the mileage just waned towards the weekend as the cold weather set in again. 

My progress is only putting me behind. But each step brings it closer. Yes, these missed miles can be made up in better weather. I just do not want this to become credit card debt. It can avalanche you before you know it. This is a commitment. The 41 miles attempted 33 actually accomplished. 

#RUNTHEYEAR

WEEK #4

 01/22/2018 - 01/28/2018 

I feel like I should file for running-goal bankruptcy.

  

I am not sure that there is a better term for it. It is not a big hole here. I am still not too far behind the ball. January brings a heap of challenges to anyone in my situation trying to flop on these amounts of miles in a given year. My year was going to start out with this disadvantage right? I hate setting a goal and having shitty reasons to finish. So here is the recap:

I got my new shoes! I am so excited and WILL be posting a blog specifically about these babies as soon as I get a few more miles in them. I found them on Amazon and they are exactly what I bought and ran my first half marathon in 2015 in for half the price. Anyway, I was so excited to get them on and head out the door, I missed some key things all runners are going to slap their foreheads and curse my name for doing. 

 
 

1. I did not adequately let out the laces to accommodate my wide foot. 

 
 

2. I ran 7 miles in them. 

 
 

I happily pounded through the pavement at 5 o’clock in the A.M. just tickled to have great weather and new shoes. Its January! I’m outside running! I took my shoe off and found I rubbed a nasty bit of skin off my big toe. I have not been able to put the shoes on and run since. This contributed to a small 3 mile run on Tuesday as my foot was stiff and needed to heal along with a bad bowel and a freaky opossum stalking me on my way home. 

The rest of the week was a mix of 6-7 mile runs both OUTSIDE and on the treadmill. I cannot believe it, but I got 3 runs outside in ONE week. This only put me at 35 miles for the week. Yes, I probably could have come out and out more than an hour of running in at a time or not take a rest day. This would push me out of the running hole I am in. I have no excuse besides predatory opossums and toe injuries. I am looking into doubles. Who wants to sit on a treadmill for more than an hour? Anyone? If you have done it, God bless you. But I am thinking of NOT giving up the rest day. I notice I hit Monday hard and well rested after a good long 36-48 hour rest. I may change up the day I use to rest in the future. There are several professional, clinical, and medical findings to back this up. Yes, I could have gotten in enough to put in me back in the game, but there is still 49 more weeks to go. I am loving the great things a day of rest offers. I am also looking into possibly putting in doubles. Two days a week, one easy, one longer or tempo in the afternoon. We shall play with that. 

126.8 miles down… 1,891.2 miles to go…

WEEK #5

 01/29/2018-02/04/2018 The Excuses 


  

Does it feel weird to say we are already one month deep into 2018? Because I cannot believe it! This past week was run half in January and half in February. I debated on how to present my progress. So bear with me! 

 
 

I was a little over zealous. This was the fourth straight week I took Sunday off from running. So I was more than ready to hop out and get it done. I threw on the new shoes I bought two weeks ago only to have the same problems with the laces pulled out a bit more. It helped a bit. But really 5.6 miles were all I could get in. I was not willing to sideline myself due to anymore injuries induced by poor shoe choices. My big toes still felt it all through Friday still. 

 
 

Wednesday morning was rough. I could not get myself into the mindset to run in the morning. And my stiff aching big toes were just not going to take it. My hopes for finishing out January a little better than I started were dashed. The achy feet were still a bit tender when I got home from work but nowhere near the pain I woke up with but I used this as a time to put a FEW more miles in before bedtime. I closed out January with 142.6 miles on the calendar. 

 
 

I keep taking this one week at a time and still not reaching those goals. Weather, mental toughness and plain stupid injuries all come into play. Work-life balance gets a little trickier. I do have a flexible schedule. I want to use this a bit more to run outside whenever possible. This means either early EARLY mornings or afternoon or evening runs. I never know until the weather comes in making planning and follow impossible. I use this time to either start work early and do this later or run early and then work. I am a little unwilling to give up chances for some sun-and-run. Let’s face it, anyway you can get more vitamin D and fresh air in the winter is a good thing. 

 
 

This pedantic running schedule is not bad. But in the overall schedule this leave little previsions for cross training. You know? That thing that compensates the pounding in the knees and hips? The past few weeks I have gotten only two sessions with weights. Two. That’s one a week. Let me give the excuses I have given myself every time:

 
 

1. I ran that tempo run so slow I don’t have time to pack lunches, shower and get the kids off to school before work…

 
 

2. I am running this afternoon, I’ll do it after…. (After the run)… Oh I need to run way too many errands now…

 
 

3. I will just do it tomorrow and be more consistent…

 
 

4. The cat hurled a hairball on my weights throwing me into cleaning mode.

 
 

5. I am too hungry…

 
 

6. If I do it now and run later, that means two showers in the same day in WINTER! My skin is too dry for this!...

 
 

7. My stupid new shoes…

 
 

8. Kids expecting more than one meal a day…

 
 

9. If my husband sees that I work out more, he is going to get a Tinder account as I spend more time working out than with him…

 
 

10. I will just check my [insert whatever social media] account really quick… 40 minutes later… I have 30 minutes to shower and head out the door…

 
 

 
 

All in all, I finished a little light in the mileage for January. But I did get myself a bit further without digging too big of a hole. In the meantime, the kids are now involved in tracking my progress. Even the youngest askes how many miles she needs to mark off for me. I almost do not mind failing in front of strangers. Now, I wish I did this when they were too young to understand what this is all about. I cannot slink off and forget this. They will always remember. 

 
 

32 Miles run… 1,861.4 miles to go…