Training Tuesdays: Week 3

Well, I’m 1/4 of the way done with training. Completely nuts. During my runs, I’m always thinking about race day. Will the adrenaline kick in and help me run a bit faster? Will I be able to actually do 13.1 miles? I keep questioning myself on my decision to train for this, when I’m not even close to being done with my weight loss journey. If I were 60 lbs. lighter, I imagine this would be a whole lot easier.

I’m also facing this killer plateau. I’ll admit, I’m not 100% on calorie counting, but seriously…I’m running 12 miles/week. Shouldn’t I be losing SOMETHING? I’ve read a few things about muscles building the first few weeks of training, so I’m hoping that’s it. I also hope the terrible urge to eat everything goes away soon. I’m ALWAYS hungry! My usual meals aren’t filling me up, and I’m craving chocolate….all.the.time!

This week was hard. 3.5 miles as my short run? That’s more than any race I’ve ever done! And don’t even get me started on 5 miles. Goodness. I ran 5 miles on Sunday. I also noticed that my pace was pretty terrible this week, which is so discouraging. I’m trying to not let it get me down, because I know I’m challenging my body in crazy ways right now with this training. I’m also 240 lbs. I know it’s not supposed to be easy to carry that for 5 miles.

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I was actually pretty proud of this run. I stayed under 16 min/mile pace, and there was a cold front going through that evening. Talk about windy!

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This was the hardest run for me to face, to date. My legs were heavy, and I just couldn’t get my mind off of the running. Usually, I can start letting my mind wander and think about other things in life, but oh man…every stride was just annoying. Thanks so much for your encouraging comments on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook. It made me realize that a run is a run. :-) Doesn’t matter the pace (except for race day lol).

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5….flipping….miles. I was so shocked by this one! I think I could have gone faster, but can I tell you…Louisiana sucks right now. Tuesday’s run was in the 50s (and dropping towards the 30s)…Sunday’s run was 75 and so humid. I had to peel clothes off of me…so.dang.sweaty. Sorry if that’s TMI…just keeping it real.

All in all…I survived. I did the miles, and I’m so glad that I didn’t quit (even on that Thursday run). :-) I’m going to TRY not to beat myself up anymore when a run gets bad….as long as I finish, I should be proud of myself. Heck….three years ago, I couldn’t even run for a minute straight!

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