Sunday
I started week thirteen of my training with the Carlsbad Half Marathon. It definitely wasn’t the race I wanted. Around mile eight, my whole body started to cramp and these weren’t just leg cramps I could shake out. My back muscles were cramping with my leg muscles—it was enough to make me stop for a medic and get some salt. Then somewhere around mile nine, I received a text message relaying some bad news to me. I generally don’t look at my texts during a race, but I had my phone out because I had been texting friends once I started cramping—I was very close to pulling out of the race and their encouragement and support is what got me through the last few miles. (Their first priority was my safety and they made sure that I wasn’t at risk of hurting myself as I pushed my way to the finish). The last few miles of the race, I did walk/run intervals and I’d never been happier to see a finish line.
Monday
Three easy shake-out miles started my Monday and it’s always a great way to start the day. As much I would love to sleep in, I never regret getting up and meeting my friends for a 5:00am run.
Tuesday
It was a beautiful day and I went out for my run mid afternoon. It almost felt like summer. Seven miles at a pretty steady pace.
Wednesday
This is what I call my active rest day—the least miles which I typically run as a slow and steady pace. I ran a little more than I had planned to, but it was one of those runs that just felt good and I didn’t want to stop.
Thursday
I headed out for my run, hoping to catch a break in between the rain storms we were having. I got lucky—no rain, just some puddle and mud fun. Seven miles, working on my steady pace—it didn't feel great, but it didn’t feel awful so I consider that a win.
Friday
I forgot to set my alarm for Friday morning so I didn’t get to join my weekly #RUN619. This meant heading out into the rain later in the day for three miles. In the past few weeks, I’d run in the rain but nothing like this. I’m grateful I was only running three miles because I’m not sure how many more I could have run. By the time, I got back to my car, I was drenched. It was awful and amazing at the same time—I love running in the rain, but don’t like the aftermath trying to get warm and dry.
Saturday
This was the run I had been dreading—every weather forecast was calling for rain and I was not looking forward to my long run in the rain. I woke up, got my rain gear ready and headed out only to be pleasantly surprised. Not only was it not raining, but there was some sunshine peeking through the clouds.
I pushed myself during this run—I’m not sure if I was just excited it wasn’t raining or in a hurry to get home before the rain came again. I ran harder than I should have and in hindsight, I know that wasn’t smart. Sixteen miles at a pace I don’t normally run isn’t a great way to maintain my training. I plan on taking it easy the next few days.
Do you ever run in the rain? What’s your favorite part about it?
Until next time, happy running.
Jenn13.1
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