On Monday, Eric left for his 17 mile run as he was too busy to get it done on Sunday. The girls and I were bored so we thought we would go meet him on the trail and run the last few miles with him. I figured by the time we got there, I could run 3 miles and turn around with him and run another 3 miles. This would all be pushing the jogging stroller. My girls are 4 and 2 and weigh probably almost 80 pounds, so not a light load. I haven't ran with the stroller in a year. The last time I ran with the stroller, Eric and I split a 6 mile run so I had only pushed it for 3 miles up until that point.
To back up, Sunday's 17 miles were brutal. My legs were so tired from my 5k on Saturday, that my 17 mile run was the slowest I have done this training cycle. I didn't have to stop, but my pace was a very slow but still within my long run pace. I left with the girls and my legs were feeling pretty good. The first mile was pretty fast considering I was pushing the stroller, faster than the day before. Mile 2, again too fast for a recovery run. I was counting on the whole run to be a recovery as Monday's are my rest day. I got to mile 3, and I felt great and there was no Eric in sight. I decided to stop and have some water with hope that he would show up. We stopped for a bit and he was nowhere in sight. I figured, what was another half a mile so I kept on going. At 3.5 miles, still no Eric, so I stopped again. The girls got antsy waiting so I kept on going, knowing in the back of my head, that I had to turn around and push this all the way home.
Well we found him. at about mile 4.25. UGH! He was happy to see us, but obviously not in the mood to push a stroller, so I got to turn around and push that stroller for an even faster 4.25 miles as he was going at a decent pace and didn't want to slow down. So 8.5 miles with the jogging stroller, not quite a rest day.
Here is a picture of my munchkins out on the trail.
Yesterday was supposed to be my double recovery run day, but my legs and back were KILLING me. So needless to say, I didn't do a double. I did 4 in the morning with the intentions of doing another 4 after dinner, but opted for yoga instead. I did about an hour of yoga and foam rolling and my body was feeling a little bit better when I went to bed.
I woke up this morning, exhausted. I need to get through this training so that I can have some more energy. Luckily, my hubby let me sleep for an extra hour so I didn't get out for my 11 mile VO2 max run until 8:30. I hit the correct paces on my intervals, surprisingly as my back is still sore and I am still tired.
This is my last week of hard workouts before taper begins. Oh, how my body will be happy for some rest. I just hope that my hard work will pay off. If not with a BQ, at least a pretty good PR.
Finally here is a picture of my babies getting ready for ballet class yesterday. Gabbie has been so excited to be like her big sister and Bridget was excited to get back into a normal routine.