This past week was a doozy in more ways than one. Surprises around every turn, emotional setbacks, and physical discomfort. I managed to get in 3 walks for the week and one run. The plan was three walks and three runs. Plan… busted.
Here’s how it broke down:
- Monday: 30-minute walk
- Tuesday: zip
- Wednesday: zilch
- Thursday: 30-min walk + 30-min run (best time yet 12:00 pace)
- Friday: nada
- Saturday: nope, nuttin’
- Sunday: 2-mile walk (should’ve been a 3-mile run)
In my defense, I did tile the backsplash in our entire kitchen on Friday and Saturday myself. More to come on that DIY project later.
I anticipated some setbacks in a long training plan but had not expected them to arrive so soon. In a six-month training cycle life will mess with your plans, but I would’ve loved to have made it much farther in before hitting a wall. I guess, in the end, I’m glad it happened now at lower mileage and hope it doesn’t affect my higher mileage in a few months.
As of mid-week last week, I was on a downward spiral. By the time I returned home from an excellent professional workshop on microagressions by LibraryLinkNJ, my throat had seized up, my eyes were teary, and I couldn’t stop coughing. I choose to blame the four-year-old in our presence for sharing an infection that has seemed to affect our entire family in a variety of ways from the eyes to the nose, to the throat, and throughout. Sharing is caring, right?