Recovery Week= Donuts and Naptime

My week, in brief paragraph form because I’m still suffering with my allergy stuff and don’t think I can catch up:

The therapeutic sunshine and company of Sunday morning’s trail run provided the comfort my running week was craving. Tanya is the best hook up for new running buddies such as Tracey and Alma. I love being exposed to runners that are different than I am. The one thing we all share offers a glimpse into each other’s personal life, from Tanya’s teenage sons to Tracey’s toddler. I run along quietly, adding nothing to the parenting conversations, and you know, sometimes secretly nodding at Matt, glad that we’ve put off that major life milestone for a while.

The ladies laughed at my goofy compression sleeves and we shared Alma’s dried pineapple and for a short two hours, we felt like we were the same..just hitting the trails with friends. It kinda rocks spending time with such different people.

Any run that ends in Starbucks and donuts is a good run.

Tuesday, I was nauseated and dreaded my 8 mile MRP run. Thankfully for my loose schedule, I can 100% prioritize my training and catch a three hour nap right after breakfast if I need it. I ran the hilly neighborhood route. The nausea never went away, but never got any worse either. The runner’s high somehow relieved me of all my ails and I felt great for a brief period of time before bed. Oh, and I nailed that MRP run feeling like garbage, I can’t imagine what times I could pull when I feel good. Woah, feeling good would be awesome.

I also biked Matt’s (6:10/mi.) 3 mile tempo run. He runs around like a madman when he pushes the pace so I have to play babysitter and be sure he doesn’t get hit by a car. A handful of homeless guys cheered him on. They’re always so supportive. Haha.

Wednesday, heavy legs. Split daily mileage into two runs to survive. I felt like I spent more time picking the rocks out of my Nike Frees than actually running. 5 miles in the AM, 3 in the PM.

Thursday, Matt and I toured the area with his parents, visiting from Michigan. This was their first visit to our area. They were particularly wowed by our organic food stores, oh and the large trees too, I guess. I biked Matt’s 9 mi. MRP run with him too.

By Friday, I was begging for a break. I find that if I go more than a few days without any time completely to myself, I get anxious, cranky, and extremely exhausted. Those feelings are compounded by a mother-in-law that is very chatty. Matt went out exploring with them and I had a date with my masseuse, Savannah. Not even joking. My life is too good sometimes, I’m telling you.

Matt dragged me along on my tempo run (goal 7:30/mi, 3 mi). He rewarded me by stopping at our secret blackberry spot on the cool down mile.

Saturday’s 14 mile long run will appear in the next post. It was in one of my favorite places, so it deserves its own love.

44 miles running, 14 biking. Decent recovery week, heavy on the recovery.