(L) So, two things have happened this last week. One, I now have bruises on both of my knees for no obvious reason and I am currently re-obsessed with Gwen Stefani.
Last week, I told you about my nighttime injury to my knee and now I have bruises on both of my knees. I have no idea what is happening in the night and before your mind starts wandering I don’t take any of those drugs you hear about on TV. Although, I have often wondered what I could get done in the night if I did. I mean have you heard some of the crazy stuff that these people do? Cooking, driving, cleaning… If I could do all of that and get my mileage in I would be stoked!
Bruises aside I have continued my onward, upward motion. Yes, I even managed to get in a little running again this this week. My partner in crime, Jenny, actually suggested we run this last week. We had been running a few months ago, but then she had some knee issues so we have been walking. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s the new morning routine! I can’t wait to see Jenny this morning after she reads this! Surprise!
Speaking of surprises, G asked me to do 3 Days at the Fair. I know you are thinking, “how fun!” Don’t get excited, people, it’s a 72-hour race, not actually the fair. You read that right, 72 hours of exercise. The sick part is that I am actually thinking about doing it. I have no idea why other than being with G for 3 days sounds appealing. Now if I could just order up some awesome New Jersey weather that would guarantee at least great conversation under the sun I would be totally in. I don’t have much time to think about it as I need to register before April 1st! So, I am thinking, G.
The good news is that I have my music ready to go. After last week’s brush with Gwen Stefani and the bananas I quickly added that to my Running Playlist. Now, I am starting to reach way back to my love for ’80s tunes. Hey, you gotta tap into whatever mojo you can find!
(G): For the record, I did invite Lowi to 3 Days at the Fair but before you think I’m not a very nice sister I did ask her to consider doing just one day. While I might be crazy enough to follow Swaggy J’s lead, I did temper it enough to only suggest one 24-hour stint. If she opts for 72 hours, that’s her own brand of lunacy.
Oh recovery weeks, they aren’t what they used to be. My addled mind remembers them as days that you lounged around on the sofa eating ice cream and going out for a quick run a few days.
This week felt much different. OK post-run there was some sofa surfing but definitely no ice cream. Yes my mileage was lower but darn it if I still didn’t feel like I’d been beaten by a bat around 5:30 am Monday morning.
Daylight Savings Time, which I will love and whole-heartedly embrace by about Thursday, makes recovering from a long weekend even more difficult. You lose an hour, you can’t convince your brain to go to sleep and it feels like it should be earlier or later or something other than what it is.
Then there was all that pavement. I mentioned last week I am running more on pavement because that’s the terrain for two of our next three races. Wowza! Pavement is the devil. It chews you up, spits you out and makes your hamstrings cry.
After 10 miles on Friday, 10 on Saturday and 8 on Sunday my feet and legs were done. To add insult to injury I realized after my 8 miles on Sunday I only was supposed to do six. I feel a little like I was cheated on my rest day but whatcha gonna do?
There is good news!!! I ran 10 miles on Saturday faster than I ever have. A personal best for me. Let’s be clear, running faster than I ever have is not the same as running fast. By most everyone’s standards I am an LSR: Long Slow Runner.
So Saturday was pretty exciting for me after I caught my breath and stopped feeling like my heart was trying to leap out of my chest.
Then Sunday I was able to keep a pretty good pace as well. That feels like progress so all the fatigue was possibly worth it.
Maybe after some ice cream and a little more sofa lounging I will decide it was totally worth it.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G
The Torture Report began in January 2014 as a weekly update of our journey to completing a 50-mile race. Since then it’s continued on to become a chronicle of how we try mightily to find fitness, health and sometimes the finish line. We aren’t always successful but we keep showing up and telling you all about it on Tuesdays.