Joggers and dogs are not friends. Joggers and cars are also not friends. And that’s a mutual feeling on both sides, and we all know it: cars hate joggers, and joggers hate cars. Case in point: I almost got hit while crossing on a 4-way stop sign, and when I looked at the driver to see what was going on, she gave me a look like, “Get off the road, pedestrian. This is MY territory.”
Or something like that.
Of course, if all the snow and ice would go ahead and melt already, I could stick to the sidewalks and we’d all be reasonably happy (esp. the dogs, because that way I would be at a more convenient distance for them to eat me). But as it is, I must trek on at the side of the road, praying that the next car coming up behind me sees me and isn’t feeling particularly vengeful.
Highs of the week? The fact that I didn’t walk a single time the whole week during my runs. And that I didn’t take any “shortcuts,” like cutting across the lawns on the corner properties.
Lows of the week? I felt like this whole week was a low: I had problems with my motivation (probably due largely to the fact that “real life” started up again and I was forced to start running solo in the afternoons instead of with Matt in the mornings), I had a minor emotional breakdown during one of my runs that almost spurred on an asthma attack, and my body never, ever ceased to be cripplingly sore (yes, cripplingly is a word. Or at least it is now). Plus I was hoping (you know, since I’m busting my butt every day to go out and run and still keeping up a mildly low calorie count) that I would lose the pesky holiday weight that I so easily put on about three weeks ago. But, much to my dismay, I have actually GAINED a pound since starting marathon training. It’s very discouraging.
But I still did it. I still completed the whole week’s worth of training (although I did skimp on one mile on Tuesday, since I was afraid I would have an asthma/panic attack if I kept on going). And I feel pretty good about that. Plus the weather was beautiful and dry the whole week, which always makes life easier.
Week 3, I am ready for you.
Number of Miles Logged: 26
Avg. Time Per Mile: 11 minutes (why it’s slower than last week, I don’t know)
