I only go back home to Illinois about once a year so it’s always a treat when my family comes out here. My brother-in-law had some business in San Diego this past week so my sister tagged along for a mini vacay. It’s been almost 6 years since she last visited so I was excited to show her some of my new favorite spots and my home sweet home, Encinitas.
We had dinner and drinks in little Italy one night and tacos and margaritas in La Jolla another night. We ate lunch by the beach at one of my favorite healthy spots in Encinitas and I was able to get enough one-on-one sister time to squeeze in a sunset walk in the sand. Hearing my sister say, “your life is so perfect!” was a nice reminder that my life is pretty damn good. I get to see that beachy sunset every night of the week and stick my toes in the sand all year long. I don’t have much to complain about.
With my sister in town, I still managed to wake up early and squeeze some running in before work but I was abnormally tired. I still am. I can’t seem to get enough rest these days and I am not my usual chipper self the past week or so. Hoping that sorts itself out.
In my last post, I expressed that I did one of the hardest runs of my life. Well, this weekend, I topped it. I now officially have done the hardest run of my life and it entailed 20 miles on the trails. 4,500 ft of climbing. 4 peaks. Several snacks. Not enough water. And just enough crazy kindred spirits to get me through.
I won’t get into the details of that run but let’s just say, I was so grateful when it was over and equally as grateful that I did it.
Shit has gotten SO real the past few weeks and I am trying to mentally prepare to struggle a whole lot. Climbing is not my strong suit – that has become abundantly clear. There will never be an easy part of this race and I’ve come to accept that. I may have mastered the marathon, so to speak, but trail races are foreign territory.
Like I said before, I’m focusing on the 5-star scenery instead of the 5-star difficulty rating. I can do hard things has become my mantra for this race.
Last week in training:
Monday: 6 miles
Tuesday: Rest day (first day off of running in 9 days)
Wednesday: 7 miles
Thursday: 5 miles
Friday: 3 miles (just because)
Saturday: 20 miles
Sunday: 10 miles
Total: 51 miles
I would have liked to get in longer weekday runs but it wasn’t in the cards. I was too physically exhausted. I napped so hard on Sunday but still managed to squeeze in 10 evening miles and today, my legs are actually thankful for it. Those 10 miles helped to loosen things up big time after those 20 crazy, treacherous miles.
Here’s to a new week with *fingers crossed* plenty of rest and plenty of quality miles. This is basically peak week, guys! Wish me luck.
P.S. Congratulations to everyone who ran the NYC Marathon!! NYC is still my favorite race of all time so I tracked all my runners obsessively the entire time. My friend and running partner, Sheri, killed it (of course) and was lucky enough to have her medal given to her by the one and only Meb. When we ran Boston together, we topped off the day with Bobbi Gibb and some champagne, so she sure has a pattern of epic marathon finishes.