I have 13 weeks until the Sioux Falls Marathon. My sister just signed up this past week, so I should probably do that, too.
If you include a 2-week taper and two trips out of town, that means I have about nine weeks until the race — meaning, nine weeks where I can log decent mileage. And then of course add in Philip’s work schedule, and I probably only have six or seven actual weekends where I can get some mileage.
That’s sort of how it always is for me, so I am used to it. I can’t build up week by week like normal people. I just have to cram in as much mileage as I can, whenever I can.
Which is why my Monday started at 5:30 a.m. with 10 miles in the fog. It was a beautiful run, with a ton of hills. I secretly love hills. Like, really love them. I don’t do hill repeats or anything (let’s face it, I am very lazy), but I do try to pick hilly routes and then run the crap out of them.
Last week I ended up running about 35 miles, with no real long run. Lots of 7s. But I also took two weights classes and taught one spin class, so that’s fine.
This week, I really hope to get up around 45 miles, with a long run of about 15. Plus I teach a spin class, and want to continue a few weights classes.
And what I really need is to stop eating like a pig. I have only myself to blame. And my wicked, wicked sweet tooth. And my wine tooth.
In other news, I took the kids to a local festival this weekend. It was pouring all day, so most events were canceled. Thankfully, Dora was still there.
Viv was in heaven:
Look how happy she is! She loves her Dora.
That’s all here.