This was a week with a lot of ups and downs for my running, but it turned out very well. My first run, on Tuesday, didn’t go well. I had bad GI issues and quit after about 2.5 miles. Sometimes, running can settle my stomach a little, but it didn’t happen on this day.
On Thursday, I hopped on the treadmill, planning to do about a 5 mile run. Once I got going, I decided to part with my normal routine of going up by 0.1 mph twice and down once every 0.3 miles and instead just kept climbing every 0.3 miles. My thought was that I’d run until I couldn’t handle it anymore. Surprisingly, I was able to get to 5 miles and beyond and decided to quit before I was exhausted, hoping to save a little something for my long run on the weekend.
I hoped to get out for my first outdoor long run on Saturday, but it started to rain pretty hard. I don’t mind a little rain when I run–I’m usually pretty drenched by the end anyway. But I was a little afraid for my phone because it was raining too hard, so I turned around and headed back to my car. By the time I got back, the rain had let up a little, but I had been speeding back a bit and had already resigned myself to being done for the day, so I quit and decided I’d do a medium length run the next day.
Sunday, the weather was gorgeous. There hadn’t been a day like this for me to run since April or so. I went back to Lake Elkhorn and headed straight for the trail, hoping to cover a little more ground than I had in the past. It was so nice out and I felt so good, I kept going. It was tough for me, though, because it was straight out and back. I was worried I might overextend myself and have a rough time getting back. By this point, I was hoping for 7 miles or so. I told myself I could always do a lap around the lake when I got back. But I was stubborn, as usual, and wanted to keep exploring. So I pushed on down the path. Eventually, at a little over 3.5 miles I ran into a road, so I decided that was a good time to turn around.
On the way back, I was still feeling great, so I was starting to think about doing a lap around the lake when I got back. Once I got there, I decided I was in good enough shape to do it. The last couple miles dragged a bit, though. The lake seemed a lot longer than I was expecting! I started to think about walking a bit, but I never ended up doing so. By the time I got within a mile to go, I didn’t see the point of holding back, so I kept going. It was a hard last mile, but it was a good 9 mile run, which was way longer than I had been planning. That made a little over 20 miles for the week, which is always good.