I’m continuing to ride high on my Seattle Half Marathon race result. It’s a crazy thing. It seems to irrelevant to run a half marathon in 1:47. It’s a middling to slowish time. Faster than most people can run, slower than pretty much any college cross country athlete could run without training. Fast for me. And for whatever reason, I just feel so excited to have run that time.
It’s easy to enjoy thinking about running fast when thinking about training is off in the indefinite future. Well, the definite future. As of Sunday, my next half marathon will be thirteen weeks away. I have a 12 week training plan that I’m planning to follow. I very loosely followed the 10K plan, sort of, leading up to the Seattle half. This time, I’m planning to follow the lowest mileage half marathon plan. It ranges from 31 to 47 miles per week. I had several weeks at about 30 miles a week, up to 35 miles per week, on my last training cycle, so this seems achievable. In general, I subtract a mile from all the recommended run distances if I run around my neighborhood, due to the hills. This means that generally speaking, I subtract a mile from most of my weekly runs. That lowers the mileage to more like 25 to 40 miles per week, which is definitely achievable.
I’m watching a documentary on the Boston Marathon, Boston, I haven’t watched the movie specifically about the bombings, and I don’t plan to, but I can’t ignore not watch a running movie. It’s great. Makes me want to run the Boston Marathon, of course, but that would require, you know, running a marathon. Actually, running at least two – running one fast enough to qualify (which would require running not much slower than my half – for a full), and then of course, Boston itself. It does seem like a bucket list sort of thing to do. Someday, maybe.
In any case, running starts again on Monday. It’s also time to start cycling.
So, my original plan had been to run easy last week, then maybe do some speed work and have a go at the 12ks of Christmas. (Yes, that’s a 12k.) However, I’ve been continuing to feel lousy and haven’t been doing exercise of any kind. I’d planned to take two weeks off running at the end of the year, but I guess I’m going to take it off now instead. That means no running this week and only other exercise as the mood strikes me for one more week. I’ve had two very lousy nights of lots and lots of coughing, so the mood to exercise hasn’t been striking me, and I’m ok with that.
After not getting into the half I’d wanted to run, I registered for all the races I had planned for the rest of the year, including the 12k. I could transfer my registration to the 5k, an option I’d told myself I’d take if I pr’d the Seattle half. That’s what I’m leaning towards now. If I hadn’t pre-registered, I think I might skip it altogether.
I’m also thinking about my first goal race for 2018. I’m leaning towards a half marathon in March, the Lake Sammamish Half. It’s flat, and so I think I can better my time at the Seattle Half if conditions are decent, and I’m healthy, and, and, etc.
I did pull myself together sufficiently to get our tree yesterday. We had a very pleasant outing. It’s so much better with no baby! Or rain. We got a Turkish fir.
I ordered our Christmas and holiday cards this morning. I don’t want to send a “holiday” card to my parents and brother (they’d actually be offended if I did, I think), and obviously sending a Christmas card to H’s Jewish and atheist relations is a non-starter, and definitely rude, so I always do two cards. If you’re on the Christmas list and would rather be on the holiday list, or vice versa, let me know. I plan to send out 43 cards this year, and if past performance is any guide, I’ll get fewer than half that number in return. It doesn’t bother me, though, to not receive cards back. I do enjoy the ones I do get, and I like the decorate our mantel with them. I received the first card of the season almost a week ago, from a friend that is probably the most on top of things and organized of all my friends. She puts me to shame, and it was no surprise to receive her card first.
After a ridiculously healthy fall, H and I have finally gotten sick. He got sick while he was in New Mexico on business, and I got sick at the same time, neither situation ideal, obviously. Fortunately, I didn’t start feeling truly lousy until yesterday, after his return. I spent most of the day lying on the couch, letting B tear the house apart. Our house is basically a disaster area today as a result. Oh well! This is actually the first time I’ve gotten sick since L start school. L herself hasn’t missed a single day of school so far, and I think the worst she’s had was a bit of the sniffles one day. So far, the oft-warned sickness for non-daycare kids upon starting school has not come to pass, but I guess we’ll have to see how the winter goes.