So, it’s recovery week. Sort of. I had planned to take the first half of the week off from working out and try to relax after the race. But, by Tuesday I was a little (ok, a lot) stir crazy and decided taking an Orange Theory class a few days early wouldn’t hurt me. And then I took three this week…yup….that’s my sort of recovery. Well, my sort of recovery when I have five weeks until a 50-mile race. I love that the only thing I can remember winning is my lottery of pain…
Anyway, after my three Orange Theory’s (for the record, I made it until halfway through the last one before I REALLY started feeling it and was pretty sure my body was all sorts of revolting), I headed out for my weekly run. Taking it easy this week, I only planned 10 miles. I mean, it’s been pouring off and on, but what would a rainy day be without me running in it. And, what could be a better time to break in some new shoes.
I went and got a long overdue haircut (recovery week = time to do all the things I never have time to do), and headed out to Montara Mountain/San Pedro Valley Park in Pacifica. I ran the second loop of the Coastal race I worked last month. I ran the steep, hilly, first part in early Feb, and it’s recovery week, so I opted to skip that piece.
Despite the rain, it was pretty fun. Nepali flat….a little bit up, a little bit down – in this case, a mile up, mile down…two miles up, two miles down. Aside from some minimal soreness, I felt good. Almost like I could have gone further than the 10k I finished with…but it’s recovery week, and I was done for the day. I had enjoyed my six miles in the rain, and…yeah. Me and the rain. It was real, it was fun, it wasn’t real fun. I mean, like last weekend, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and I didn’t really notice, but I’m good with running in the rain now. I did have a chuckle at the hiker that stopped me to ask where the clearing/shelter was….dude, you’re on the side of a mountain in the windy rain, what did you expect?
I spent the rest of the weekend doing fun things…Brian and I went to Wicked on Saturday night (so good!). And had a mimosa infused brunch on Sunday while we watched it rain.
But, like all good things, recovery week must come to an end. Now that it’s officially over, it’s time to set my sights high…on the beast that is Lake Sonoma.
- Hit it hard the next two weeks (60-70) miles, back off slightly for a week, and then all out taper for a week before the race.
- Maintain my current training plan of shorter runs on back to back days, since that seems to be working well for me. But, increase the distance of the runs. Something like 25/15 miles rather than 15/10.
- Continue kicking my butt in Orange Theory classes. But, increase from two or three each week to three or four.
Hopefully, that gets me to a place I can finish the race. All other things aside, that’s what I’m looking for. And, while Way Too Cool was a (huge) vote of confidence, truthfully, I’m terrified. I don’t have the best track record with the 50 mile distance…or, really any track record at all. There was the first time….all sorts of sick. There was the second time…yup, knee the size of a watermelon (but I did get my 50 miles). There was the third time…hypothermic with the medic at mile 37.
Could this be the first time I’m trained like I should be, and finish the distance? I hope so. I feel like I’ve put in so much more than I have in the past. Almost to the point that I’m not really sure what I was thinking even starting the previous races. This time…this time I want to finish. And not be hypothermic with the medic….or hypothermic or in need of a medic (cause, let’s be honest…if you’re hypothermic, you probably need a medic…and with as much as I like breaking myself, there are dozens of other reasons I could be in need of a medic) but, I digress. First, finishing. And, if I’m really thinking crazy, maybe I can maintain my 4mph goal pace and finish while it’s still light outside.
Onward and upward….recovery is over….Orange Theory bright and early tomorrow.