Whilst the weather remains Ohio style pot luck, this past week felt definitely spring-like and with that came a buoyancy of mood.  Most of my running was done on the 5am shift under the cover of darkness, but the longer runs all ended with at least the hint of a beautiful sun rising in the West in glorious vignettes of red to orange to blue.  Is misery possible in the face of a beautiful sunrise?

This week just gone was my peak week with a target 55 miles to run.  It  included a 12 and 20 miler and as a total gift, a 7 mile threshold session.  I managed to sort of dodge the latter in a way by swapping it for last weeks Heart Mini 15K.  Still, however, you can only feel proud of yourself when you complete a week like that.

Sun rises, planks, mimosas and shamrocks. That all happened.

Sun rises, planks, mimosas and shamrocks. That all happened.

My plan includes 3 x 20 milers.  This week’s was my second go at it and it was freakin’ AWESOME!  I remember 20 #2 being awesome last year too, (so much so I think I added 2 bonus miles).  The first in this training cycle was actually faster than this one, but it broke me a bit.  I think we all have “that run”.  I think we all know that if you pick yourself up, dust yourself down and carry on, redemption is never far away in this sport.

I guess this is the training effect in action.  My second 20 was a million miles from the first.  I finished strong and happy and it’s hard to explain but I quite simply felt fit.  And do you know what, I think I pretty much am right now.  *There were also Mimosas, amazing friends and avocado on toast made to look like a funny face – I can’t deny that these things played a role 😉

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Other cool things that happened were literally being able to fall out of bed and run with my new neighbourhood homie (AND go back to bed for a whole hour before the rest of my house woke up).  There was a rehab run with special favourite lovely, LeeAnn and I ended the week doing a bit of fun “running” with my son Ben for St Patrick’s Day.

My Weekly Inner Philosophical Debate:  A little bit of loving on YOGA

 

Is it evident from the golden hue that this is not a photo from recent weeks?

Is it evident from the golden hue that this is not a photo from recent weeks?

This week, pretty much exactly a year ago, is when I took yoga into my heart as part of my “WHAT DO I DO WHILE INJURED FROM RUNNING” panic. Here is yet another thing I have to thank Crystal for (I think I need a blog about 50 ways Crystal can improve your life).   I think since then not a week has gone by when I haven’t done at least one class a week.  I’d go so far to say, in exercise terms, this is second to running as something I love to do.  It’s important to add – I’m no good at it.  I don’t seem to bend well from the hip, I can’t get my foot from down dog to warrior 1 without yanking it with my hand and I’m usually “most likely in class for the instructor to come and stick a block under something”.  But, I literally crave it now.  After a long or fast run, there is nothing quite like how nice it feels to stretch certain bits, it feels so so nice.

I just wanted to sell this to you as a concept.  I think running goes together with yoga… as once quoted by Forrest Gump… like peas and carrots.  And if you need any more reason than that, I give you one word:  SAVASANA*

*lying down with your eyes closed in the dark listening to spa music.  Namaste Beasts!