Being out of my routine left me without much to blog about, which perplexes me because I went on day trips everyday during my vacation and did fun things. I kayaked, I rode rollercoasters, I saw Florence and the Machine, I went to the Mustard Museum, I spent entire days at several beaches, visited Lake Michigan, tried three new-to-me restaurants in Madison, and still managed to run 24 miles this week! Go ahead, call me SuperWoman, I won’t deny it!
About those 24 miles…It was my highest mileage week of the year, and it was my least stressful week of the year. I felt like a well oiled machine, my happy pace came to visit.
With how great my training has been going, I couldn’t help but go down memory lane thinking about my Chicago Marathon training at this very time last year. Last year I was absolutely reckless. I dug deep– by deep I mean I clicked a few times on my training history on DailyMile and found that my long run on this same weekend last year was a 15 mile run. I’m following the same plan that I did last year, except that this year I’m actually FOLLOWING the plan and ran 12 miles. Where the hell did I come up with 15 last year? What the hell was I thinking? No wonder I didn’t want to do anything after the long runs last year.
After my splendid 12 mile training run on Saturday I rode my bike downtown to the farmer’s market. I went to Art Fair on the Square. I got inspired. I walked up and down State Street. I was able to go out and enjoy life after my training run. Last year, I just wanted to go home and sit (see, look, there’s proof, I blogged about it last year).
This week I’m looking at a recovery week, and it’s a huge step for me to say that I trust and respect the recovery week this time around. In fact, I’ll go one step further and say that not only do I respect the recovery week, but my body too. I won’t be crapping out random numbers out of my ass for training runs any time soon. This my friends, is what I call training smart.