Wait, hold up. Week 11? What happened to weeks 9 and 10?
You don’t want to know.
Um, in fact, yes. Yes, I do.
*Sigh.* Week 9 started well. I had four runs scheduled, of 4, 7, 4, and 12 miles. And the first three were just brilliant. And then all the mental and physical anguish of my move (and that little impending semester thing) kicked in, and my long run went out the window.
Well, sure. I can see how that would happen. But what about week 10?
Week 10 did not take place. There was zero running during week 10. There was, however, a comparable quantity of work in the way of carrying large heavy boxes up and down various flights of stairs.
But. Wait. I’m looking back at week 8, and you missed your long run that week, too.
Yeah. Thanks for pointing that out.
So you missed three long runs in a row?
Yes. Three long runs of 8, 12, and 10 miles respectively.
Good grief. So how did this week go?
I thought you’d never ask.
Mileage for week: 24 (was meant to be 26)
Number of run days: 3 (was meant to be 3, so HA)
Long run for week: 14 (was meant to be 16)
Aches, pains, complaints: Physically, I feel fantastic.
Physically? But otherwise…?
I’m a little freaked out. There are not enough weeks left between now and the date of the intended marathon for me to feel confident about boosting my long run by another 12.2 miles. 14 was mighty hard, as it was. So I’m trying to scale back my expectations, figure I’ll keep training between now and then, and just see what I can do.