Weeks 6 & 7 - Who run the world? GIRLS.

Week 6 was.. well.. just meh. I’m freakin’ tired, guys. Just plain ‘ol tired. I felt like I barely made any progress in week 6. There were more elliptical days than I would have preferred, I continued to not eat so great, and I wasn’t super into my work out. I missed yoga again because crappy weather kept me out of work and home with Noah for the day on Wednesday, and that makes three weeks in a row when I’ve missed one of my two weekly classes. It was such an uneventful week I barely have anything else to say. I also suffered from “brick foot” for most of the week. Brick foot is a term I made up, and I hate when it happens. It’s almost like my entire lower legs cramping-but not. I get this sensation that my lower legs and feet are useless and my feet feel like bricks, and then I’m just sort of flopping them through the stride instead of using those muscles. It doesn’t necessarily hurt or hinder me, it just feels weird and bad.

I started this week with more weight gain, which is disappointing to say the least. I kinda knew it before I stepped on the scale. I didn’t feel like I had lost anything and I was afraid I would have gained, and I was right. I went from 171.6 to 173, and it made me feel like I took one step forward and two steps back.

On a different note, I also started off week 7 realizing that things are finally getting more difficult and will continue to until my race. Something about 2-3 miles or 25-30 minute runs seemed so innocent and doable. I’ve been comfortable with the 5k distance, even if I am slow. This week started off with a 4 mile run and I realized “shit… that’s more than 50% of the distance of the race”. 4 miles isn’t even that far, but something about going from 3 miles to 4 seemed daunting. As with most things that seem daunting, it went fine. My pace continued to progress and I only thought my lungs were collapsing once.

I thought I was set up for a *normal* week, and then the flu hit our house. Adam has finally learned the lesson I have been trying to teach him for 4 years - JUST GET THE DAMN FLU SHOT. I was on super-mom mode all week caring for him, Noah, the doggie, trying to keep our house together, attempting to feed everyone, and get started on my new courses. I let Adam be miserable and sick for a few days before I said "Honey..... have we learned our lesson????????"

Needless to say, I was freakin' exhausted. I was hoping I would get over the energy slump in week 6, but it only exaggerated. I was able to do all of my training plan, though, even got in a slow jog on a day I was convinced I was getting the flu, too. Cooper needed a walk, I wanted to get out of the germ infested house, everyone was sleeping, so I put the monitor on max volume next to Adam's head and said "screw it, if I collapse then I'll just use the cool emergency call feature on my phone". I kid, I kid. It actually felt pretty good to go out for a slow jog and enjoy it rather than going for speed/distance. I also successfully evaded the flu and Noah only got a cold (we both got our flu shots, ADAM). 

I suppose the good news is that after the 4 mile run I finally felt like I could run the 10k tomorrow and not die. I think getting past the 50% mark is the biggest hurdle. It seems impossible when you're only running 2 miles at a time, but continually improving and feeling okay-ish at a distance that's more than halfway there makes it seem so much more doable. 

Song of the week: Run The World (Girls) by Beyonce - Ladies, if you need to motivate yourself to do literally anything, put this song on and kill it. Works every time. Also, if you watch the video, please note my favorite moment at 2:31 when she hikes up her boobs. Girl, YES. 

Weight check in: 173... bummer.