I have a lot to catch up on with everyone. I have my Wednesday posts all scheduled out for the rest of the year, but I’ve been busy knitting ornaments, wrapping Christmas presents, and party planning. I throw a pretty big Christmas Eve bash for my family at my house. We also have a day where we do “Fiorini Christmas” because my husband is one of 10 brothers and sisters. If we don’t have a separate day for Christmas, we will never all be together. My mom’s 60th birthday is on Sunday, so my dad and I are in the midst of preparations for that. Excuses, excuses. I’ve been a bad blogger. I’m sorry! I’ve made some good ornament knitting progress, though:
**For anyone trying my pattern: I was having trouble getting the stitches to look pretty on the DPNs so I switched to a circular needle. It’s a US size 2, 9″ needle so the ornament fits perfectly. I cast on using the DPNs and switch to the circular needle when I am done with my increases. The Fair Isle looks a lot cleaner this way.
But seriously guys, what should I get my mom for her 60th birthday?! I am so lost on this one. My mom really doesn’t do much on her own, and I have lots of ideas but none are really exciting me. She isn’t much of a “day at the spa” kind of woman and I have looked into that, I just can’t see my mom in that setting.
As I was writing this title, I can’t believe it’s been 5 weeks since my last
disaster marathon. A LOT has happened in that time. I came off of the race determined to make the most of my recovery and follow a “schedule”, but getting hit with a monstrous cold changed that. I just refused to train while I wasn’t feeling well if I wasn’t actually training for anything. This was my final week of recovery before I start to transition back into a training mindset. My goals were to embrace the easy workouts and reduced volume, take at least one complete rest day, and continue to enjoy life.
My runs have been a struggle. The pace feels really hard, and I’m not running hard. I didn’t write much about each run unless I did something worth mentioning because they’ve all been slow and painful. I didn’t feel like this when I started training for Hartford, but I really only took a week after Grandma’s to “recover” before I began again. I guess this is what it feels like to “start from scratch”. I don’t know if I like it. I’ll get back to you on that.
So I lost a bunch of fitness and gained a few pounds. I’m going to enjoy the rest of the food for the holiday season, but it’s time to start cleaning things up again and prepare for Boston. Here’s how this past week went down:
Monday, 12/7: 6 Mile Recovery Run+ Core + Pole Fitness
Easy run felt not so easy, but I’m not panicking yet. It was my first week “back”. Pole class was fun and we learned some great new combos. I post more of that stuff on Instagram since it’s mostly videos lately, but I did take one picture of a fun new one. It’s an outside leg hang bridge. Outside leg hang because you are hanging on by your outside leg, and it’s a bridge because you grab for the pole with your hands.
I fell off the pole and stubbed my toe doing one of the combos (of course I did, why wouldn’t I? I’m a disaster) so that was interesting. I was sure I broke it. It still hurts today, but it doesn’t bother me running. Just when I try to curl up my toes.
Tuesday, 12/8: Rest
Wednesday, 12/9: 5 Mile Recovery run+ Pole Fitness
I’m going to use the word tempo very loosely here. I don’t start official tempo runs for a few weeks but I’m pretty sure my first one is something like six miles at goal marathon pace. Goal marathon pace = 7:04/mile. I decided I would do one mile at marathon pace to just see if my body remembered how. Oh, it remembered and it was mad at me. I almost threw up. But, I did it and the rest of the miles after didn’t feel horrific. Here’s to hoping my body remembers how to do it in weeks to come. Headed to pole class after, but just worked on the the new stuff from Monday and Wednesday classes.
Friday, 12/11: 5 Mile Recovery Run + Pole Fitness
Here’s a funny story. I overslept on Friday morning because I was at my sister-in-laws house pretty late the night before planning our Christmas Eve extravaganza. No morning run for me, and pole class was at 4pm. No problem, I can run over my lunch break.
I’m a teacher and I get 43 minutes for lunch, but my lunch (6th period) is backed up by my planning period. Here’s my logic: I comfortably run 5 miles in 40-ish minutes. If I leave when my lunch starts and get out the door asap, I am back before 7th period. 7th period is my planning period, so while I won’t run over my planning period, I can eat my lunch, get some work done and cool off before having to change back into my work clothing. I teach 8th period, and then go home so I only have to be gross for one class.
I left and began my run. I leave out of a side door because I don’t like to parade through the school and advertise that I run over my lunch. People at my school can get weird about that even though I’m allowed to leave over lunch. It was a beautiful day. As I hit one mile, I got a text (I run with my phone when I run over my lunch break just in case something were to happen). It was a security guard from the school that I’m friends with saying we were having a fire drill at 1:15. He saw me leave on the video cameras and wanted to make sure I was back on time. No problem, I get back before 1 pm.
For a brief moment I thought, perhaps I should cut my run at four miles instead of doing the full five to make sure I was back on time. I convinced myself that I was just using the fire drill as an excuse to be lazy and that there was no reason for me not to finish the run. I got back to school, and just like I always do, I stood outside until the bell rings, students were in class, and the halls were clear. It was 12:59, and two minutes into my prep. Just as I went to swipe my badge to re-enter the building, the alarm for the fire drill went off. Here I am, standing outside in shorts and a t-shirt and sweating my face off. It might be December, but it’s been hovering between 60-70 degrees in northeastern PA these days.
The kids start pouring out of the school, and I literally have nowhere to go. I can’t go back in the building because we have to exit the building for a fire drill. I wasn’t in charge of any kids (thank GOD) since it was my planning period but staying in the building is not an option. I’m the only person in the school that would run over my lunch break. I can’t be standing outside, in my sweaty running clothes and pouring with sweat as my co-workers (who are the least bit amused by my running to begin with) walk by. Now I was in full on panic mode.
I swiped my badge, and hid in the stairwell of the building until everyone was gone. I exited the building and walked around the side of the building so I could see when they released the kids from the stadium to come back into the building. This entire time, I was on camera so any hall monitor or security guard watching was probably cracking up.
As I’m hiding behind the building, another teacher that I don’t know well (he’s new to our building) came walking past and was on his lunch break. I just looked at him and said, “This didn’t go the way I planned” and explained what happened. He winked at me and said, “I’m going to go distract the assistant principal. You keep hiding.” There was an assistant principal in relatively close proximity to us, so he walked over. As soon as the kids were released and I could hear them coming, I sprinted back to my room and hid for the rest of my prep.
The best part is that I never actually had a run on my schedule and just thought I did, so I didn’t even have to do those miles!
Saturday, 12/12: 5 Mile Recovery Run +Pole Fitness
I could have opted not to run since I had done the extra 5 miler the day before, but I was meeting a friend that I hadn’t run with in awhile so I went anyway. Again, felt wayyyy harder than it should have. In pole, I worked on another variation of a Brass Monkey that I’m loving:
A brass monkey is something I learned over the summer, and it’s something I am really comfortable with so these variations come pretty easily to me. Most of the other moves take a lot longer for me to master.
Sunday: 12/13: General Aerobic Run, 10 miles
This run had some good and bad points. The good? It was 65 degrees and I ran in a tank and shorts. I felt good in the beginning but the pace was still not great. I ran a super hilly route, which I haven’t done since October. It didn’t bother my calf.
I was pretty fatigued by mile six, but I finished the run. I wasn’t very sore after, which was good considering the elevation of the run.
I think part of the problem here was the mental hurdle of getting back into the swing of things this week. My pace feels ROUGH. Every run feels hard. I keep wanting to quit but I know I’ve come back from WAY worse and have gotten faster. This was a conscious effort to take time off, so things have to start improving soon…right? I sure hope so, because the miles I ran this week were not that fun. It didn’t matter what pace I was running, it felt HARD. The one marathon paced mile I did during my tempo run felt hard, but the rest of the miles I ran all week long at a “recovery” pace felt equally as challenging.
Here’s to hoping that next week is better!
Swim: 0 meters ♥ Bike: 0 miles ♥ Run: 39 miles
Most embarrassing running story? What’s something fun I can get for my mom? Something for us to do together? I’m really at a loss!