CURB CHECK // SUNDAY FUNDAY
Nothing quite like getting 5ish hours of sleep the night before a heavy leg day + run to start "Sunday Funday" off on the right foot.
With how fan freakingtastic Friday's 7 miler was, I was naturally expecting today's run to be just as good...if not even better. However, clearly my lack of stretching/icing after that 7 mile run once again came back to kick my butt. Hard. I was in pain from the very start of this mornings run, which just so happened to take place on global #sportsbrasquad day...and of course I didn't run in my sports bra because I thought it was too "cold" out. Really, that's probably what started this run off on the wrong foot.
Anyhow, each block that I ran, I continued to tell myself that the pain just had to go away at some point.
Cause I was healed and supposed to be back to 100%. No more chiro appointments or days off from running. Half-marathon training is back on and could NOT be slowed down. Funny thing is, clearly my body had other plans this morning. Despite the near perfect weather conditions!! So, I told myself that I would at least go for 6...maybe 7 slow miles. Because I was already at 30 miles for the week....so there really was no need to push for 8 or 9 miles before I was really "read."
Flash forward to the start of lap 2. I had just passed the 3 mile mark and was actually starting to feel okay pace wise.
According to my Garmin running watch, I had ran a 9:39 mile 3. Not too bad given how shitty I was feeling. Then, as I was turning the corner to run past the local agricultural business I sorta kinda may have turned too sharp and tripped over the curb. In my defense....I was running on hardly any sleep and.....yeah that' really the only defense I have. Thankfully, no one saw me and I was able to catch myself with my left hand before my whole body hit the ground. I cannot even imagine how bloody or painful that fall could have been if I had been running in a sports bra and actually hit the ground. Of all the days for this to happen, Sunday is the perfect day because there's no one around to question just how much of a runner you really are if you're falling on your face all the time (this is the first "fall" I have had all summer so I AM DOING JUST FINE Y'ALL)
Now...we squat heavy and build these tree trunk legs so they can hopefully help me run 13.1 strong and with a smile on my face in September.
But, before we go all ham on leg day @ the gym. I should mention that somehow during my curb check this morning I reset my watch/ended my run. IDK how this happened.All I know is, when I was at like the 4.5ish mile mark...I looked down to see where I was at distance wise to discover that my watch was no longer recording my run. But, based on my knowledge of my typical route...I can guesstimate that I ran around 5 miles at 9:50 pace.
So, I wasn't quite sure how leg day was going to go after this eventful run. I wanted to actually try squatting heavy on both front and back squats without wiping out...'cause I ain't about to ask anyone to spot me. I totally beasted it up in the gym despite my pelvis being a brat today. I was able to PR on back squat with 155 lbs. for 1 rep...even after hitting 135 lbs. on front squat just a few minutes before. Must have been all those sour gummy worms I ate before bed last night!!
The rest of my leg workout went really well. No major PRs hit...but I was able to do heavier weight on pretty much ever movement compared to last Sunday's leg day. Heck, I even hit 235 lbs. by like 2 or 3 on leg press at the end of my workout.
I didn't exactly plan to run 35 miles my first full week back to running.
Most people actually follow a training plan or at least have their weekly mileage charted out x number of weeks at a time. That's not quite how I roll. I am totally winging it. I knew I had to be smart those first few runs back. And I was...sorta. Now, I'm just trying my best to not be too soft when it comes to running far or fast or both. I am definitely continuing to ride that line between training hard enough and training too hard. And, in all honesty, I wouldn't want it any other way. Even if it means curb checking from time to time...and the occassional bloody fall!