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The Sweet Life

Week 6 Day 1

I was happy to have two days off in a row. The rest was much needed.

When I got up to go for my eight mile run, I realized that fall had really sprung into action literally over night. It was only sixty two degrees. I knew that shorts were a no. I pulled my running tights from the bottom of my cooler weather running gear and decided on a short sleeve dry fit. I took a jacket with me and was torn about wether or not I should actually wear it. I ended up deciding no jacket.

I returned to the park to see the waterfalls. It’s so beautiful there. I took the first mile easy. I was happy to hear Nike call out my splits. They were negative up to mile five. Just as I was beginning to feel fatigued, I came across a structure in the park shaped like a heart. My split here ended up being positive because I stopped to take a picture. In my mind, I heard myself saying; “your legs are tired, just run with your heart.” Mile six was almost three minutes faster than mile one. I was so excited that even though I was ready to be done, I knew I’d be happy with the result once I reviewed them. I only had one positive split. That came from a couple that stopped me to ask for directions. Doing so added almost two minutes to my split. I wish I had stopped my app. But it’s ok. My last mile was faster and the whole run was complete in less time that I had given myself to finish. My goal was to take it easy and finish in 2:00:00. My actual time was 1:44:04.

I probably shouldn’t have, but I did….stopped for a cupcake. Salted caramel. I asked for a freshly made cupcake that had less icing. A tasty end to a fabulous run.

Side note….I’m still training but haven’t decided on a race. The thought of thirteen miles in sub thirty degree weather isn’t appealing to me.

Week 6 Day 2

My victory has turned into my defeat. After yesterday’s Rocky reenactment on the stairs, I began to feel pain in my left leg as if I had pulled something. This morning, the pain was a level six. I knew that running was out of the question. Instead, I decided on a moderate pace walk. I got 2.35 miles in. My plan called for six but my body said no.

Week 6 Day 3

My leg doesn’t feel anywhere near as bad as it did yesterday but it’s not totally recovered either. Pain is at a 2.5. Running is slightly uncomfortable but not a complete no. I decided on slow intervals. My plan calls for six miles. My goal is one hour. I’ll go as many miles as I can within that time.
Nike has been bad again. I looked at my mileage on the treadmill and it said .90 while my app said .35. In my mind I’m screaming. This run is already a struggle. Get the damn mileage right!!!!!
I ended up with five miles. This puts me less than one mile under where I should be for the week. Tomorrow will be an early morning as I need to get my five in before picking up the rental car to travel to my friend’s wedding.

Week 6 Day 4

I’m taking an unscheduled rest day. My leg still isn’t 100% and I’ve decided to run with my friends who are training for a marathon. They’re planning eighteen miles. This will be my longest distance ever.

Week 6 Day 5

We woke up a little later than planned. Kat likes oatmeal and coffee before a run, so we stopped at McDonalds. I had a plain bagel. We met Pam and started our journey. The first few miles, my leg hurt a little but I was determined to get it done.

Mentally, I felt strong. I think I burned additional calories laughing with the girls during our walks. At mile 13, I treated myself to a shot of vanilla gu. I don’t think it gave me more energy, but it kept me going. At mile 15, I had to take a detour to meet up with a few people. After my quick meeting, I continued my trek for 18. I did laps around the parking lot before heading to meet my girls. I met them on the trail. We stopped to take pictures at a pumpkin patch and resumed our run. Upon returning to the car, Kat gave us all a treat…..cheesecake. It was amazing.

The hardest part about the run wasn’t actually the run. It was getting out of the car and climbing the stairs.

Of course they mentioned if I could do 18, I could do a full. Still not interested in 26.2


Like a thief in the night, you entered unexpectedly.  I didn’t know what you wanted during your “home invasion”.  I just hoped that as I tried to hide, silently holding my breath; that you would leave me unharmed.  You worked quickly as I’m sure this wasn’t your first time in a “home” even though you were new to my neighborhood.  As you rummaged through my things, you were unsure what you’d find.  Electronics, cash and gold didn’t appear to be what you were looking for.  When you stumbled upon my most valuable jewel, you took a moment to study it, to determine its value.  Before you removed my jewel from my “home”, you wanted to be sure you knew what you wanted to do with it, make sure it wasn’t too heavy to hold.  Once you decided it would be as valuable to you as it was to me; you decided that you really did want it for yourself.  I can remember hiding quietly in the closet, thinking that you didn’t know I was there.  As you came closer to my hiding spot, I crouched lower until you opened the door and asked me to come out.  A bit nervous, you promised not to hurt me.  I figured I’d take a chance….and trust you.  You introduced yourself as the Bandit of Exclusivity.  And unlike most thieves, you didn’t just take what you wanted and flee.  You asked kindly for my most precious jewel.  I looked deep into your eyes and said, “You can only have it under one condition.”  I read your mind without you saying a word.  You wanted to know the condition.  “The condition”, I replied; “is that you can have this jewel as long as you promise to care of it.  As soon as you decide that it’s not worth as much to you as it is to me, you must return it.”  You agreed to cherish my jewel.  My jewel….is my heart!