Woke up Sunday morning tired. Weary. I was planning on running an easy 5 miles. Didn't.
This past Sunday morning indicated one week till the goal race of the year. When I finally rolled out of bed, at the moment when my feet touched the floor, I decided that it doesn't really matter how much (or little) I run, or how hard, or where I run this week - the training is over. Race day is getting closer, much closer.
My last long run on Saturday may have been a bit much. Maybe not. I didn't fall or get hurt, I didn't over exert myself, it just made me (more) tired.
My Saturday began by watching and cheering on my family in the local Panerathon 5K - insert bragging spot here: my 11 year old daughter took 1st place in her age group and my 7 year old daughter threw down a 34:10 time. Not too shabby and makes a Daddy proud.
Then I drove up to the Summit for what I have written down in my training plan as H.A.T. (High Altitude Training). As mentioned, easy pace - down 4 miles, then back up 3 miles. Turned and went down another mile, then back up to the Summit for the top 2 miles.
10 miles on the day, just under 2 1/2 hours and just over 3500' of elevation gain. 40 miles on the week w/ over 9400' vertical gain. That, coming after a lot of training leading up to this thing, was the reason I didn't run Sunday, nor will I today.
The plan for this week: 6 miles Tuesday, 5 on Wed, 4 on Thurs, rest days on Friday & Saturday - and that's it (Race day Sunday). My body is thanking me for these 2 rest days. This time next week - my body likely will not be thanking me.
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