I did it, I ran my highest mileage week so far during training and I feel invincible! I began the week making up the 6 mile long run that I missed on Sunday on Monday, it was a really rough day for me for various reasons that I won't go into on here, but I found it incredibly cathartic to "run it out." The treadmill hasn't been easy for me lately, in fact it's been pretty rough, but Monday it was all clicking and I felt like I could just go for miles and miles and that I did as the miles kept clicking by on that red treadmill screen. To break up the monotony I played a game with myself, every mile I increased the speed by 0.1, worked well for the most part, except the last mile I was exhausted and decided to cool down by mostly speed walking. Only downside? I got some chaffing in a pretty painful/unmentionable area thanks to my shorts. I'm telling you, running is not the sport for the faint of heart or those easily embarrassed.

Wednesday I got back at it and tacked an easy 2 miles, this time to break up the monotony again I started off the first mile at a slower pace, and then increased my speed by 0.2 when I hit the first mile, then another 0.2 when I hit 1.5 miles, I held that pace until 1.75 miles, and then increased my speed by 0.1 every 100 meters until the end. It was quick and fun and I felt like I could keep going, but I didn't want to overdo it.

Thursday was tempo day. I usually suck at tempo runs. A tempo run is where you start off slow and build your pace into the run, which come to think of it, I guess that's kind of what I've been doing the last few days with my little "games" on the treadmill, but then you are supposed to hold the pace for a set number of miles, according to my training plan, today I was supposed to do 5 miles, 1 mile warm up, 3 miles at 10:19, and then a mile cool down. So that's what I did. Holding the pace for the third mile was tough, I wanted to quit, I wanted to walk for a second, just a second. I was hot and sweaty and the snow was coming down outside and I knew the roads were going to be getting bad to go home, but I pressed on, and I fought the "wall" and I won.

Today wrapped up my week with a long run. My training plan always tells me my long run pace should be something like 11:56, which I think is ridiculous, if I'm supposed to run the race in 5 weeks at a 10:23 pace, how the heck am I supposed to train doing long runs at 11:56?! It's absurd. So I always decide to go faster and push myself more. I again decided to go to the gym and get on the treadmill, but I wish I would have checked the weather outside first, because it was a balmy 47 degrees, perfect for running, I never thought in a million years this Florida girl would think 47 degrees was warm to run in, but seriously, 47 is like awesome, 55 is ideal though, but oh well, I was already dressed for the gym and I didn't have my Garmin or my hand-held water bottle, so off to the gym I went. I started off slow and steady, clicked off 3.5 miles and then took a break to eat my Chocolate Outrage GU, drink some water, refill my water bottle, stretch a little, use the bathroom, and reset the machine since I knew it would reset at an hour anyway and I was already at a little over 38 minutes. Then I started back up and increased the speed for the second half. I hit the wall somewhere around 4.5 miles. I wanted to walk so bad. I wanted to quit, 4.5 miles was enough right? Who cares that I was supposed to do 7? I had already run 13 miles this week, plus the 4.5 I had just done, why should I keep going? It was so hard, my legs were fine, physically I was fine, but mentally, I was struggling. I decided to distract myself with thoughts of a baby and creating a nursery in my head even though this is still months and months away for Hubs and I, that lasted for about half a mile and got me out of the slump and then I had a mile to go, and usually when I hit the last mile I can power through. I hit that last mile and decided to start cooling down, so I lowered the speed back down to about 5.6, but then I had to walk for a second. I didn't want to walk. I felt a brief twinge for having to walk for a sec. I kept telling myself "you're a runner, not a run/walker" but then I hit 5.5 miles, so with half a mile left I kicked the speed back up and decided I was going to finish strong. I played the same game I played the other day, when the voice on the Nike+ told me I had 400 meters left, I bumped the speed up 0.1, and I kept increasing it every 100 meters until I was flying at the end and it worked, I was up to an 8:12 pace at the end, that's sprinting for me! I'm glad I finished strong.

I came home and noticed the top of my second toe on my right foot is incredibly bruised, and the same toe on the left ended up with a giant blister, which is odd considering I wear special running toe socks to prevent blisters. My quads and hamstrings were incredibly tight too, so I stretched and foam rolled and feel so much better now. But I am so proud of myself for getting in 20 miles this week! And I am really happy that next week is only a 16 mile week ;-)
Monday: 6 miles, 1:07:33, 11:14 average pace.
Wednesday: 2 miles, 20:50, 10:22 average pace.
Thursday: 5 miles (tempo), 52:27, 10:29 average pace.
Sunday: 7.09 miles, 1:15:51, 10:41 average pace.