It Goes On

So. Here I am at the end of 6 days of running. God. I love the Hanson plan. It’s mind-numbing…and I need that right now. It’s not, “Shall I run today?”, but “How many miles am I running today?” Like, there is no discourse in my head about if, but when.

Cliff Notes for 30.3 miles this week:

Running 6 x 800s on a treadmill at 10:00 pace is a little sketchy when you have to pay attention to not falling off the thing.
If you put a Nuun tablet in a bottle of water, it may very nearly explode.
Out and back. Out and back. Two 4 milers.
6 Miles does not necessarily mean you have to stop at 3, walk and drink. There were lessons to be learned this week about sipping as you go.
Paces. They are there for a reason. Because by the time you get to LSD, you’d better understand what MP + :45 feels like.
Half Marathon Pace is easier to run when you are not crying.
Running lunch break, taken at 10am, is easier to fathom than 3pm.
Old Lady hunched over her walker says to me, “I wish I could still do that.” Gratitude.
Some music needs to be taken the hell off the iPod.
Wave. At everyone. One day this week, I waved like a lunatic at every car. It helped.
The Dollar Store knee high socks work great for arm warmers, but not as good as Zensah.

*Note: I was lighter. Not in weight…but in spirit. My sticks are tired, but not beaten to a pulp. They are strong, and the familiar tightening of my quads feels amazing. I face tomorrow’s off day at a water station the TNT team. I made my running coincide with easier weekends out of town. Though it no longer is necessary, I relish the off day.

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.” (Robert Frost)