Week 7 - 61 miles (LR* 15 easy, W* 2 x 3 mile @ 6:25 pace)
Week 8 - 64 miles (LR 16 last 6 @ 6:15s, W 4 x 400s, 5 miles @ 6:00 pace, 4x400s)
Week 9 - 70 miles (LR 18.5 easy, W 2 x (3x1mile))
Week 10 - tbd (LR 18 last 6 @ 6:10 pace, W tomorrow)
*LR = long run, W = workout
Now there are under 8 weeks left until the big day. I'm dialing my diet and rest and I'm hammering my training. Notably from here on out, no booze. I'm cutting back empty calories (Wonka diet on pause) and adding thoughtful fuel. I'm trying to get more than 7 hours of shut-eye a night.
This last weekend my parents were out visiting from Massachusetts. And we set off on an adventure to Winthrop. I wanted to book the Rolling Huts, but all the huts were taken. So I booked two of the safari tents on site. Big difference. The tents were very rustic (read: no one slept). We stayed for a couple nights.
|blurry tents at night|
Before I knew it was standing right there in the little sliver of land left around the fire. The HA HA HA woman welcomed me. I didn't have my glasses on but I could see smiles in the fire light. I had no time to back out, so I delivered my little "keep it down" speech to all the happy faces and I turned to go. I chanted in my head, "don't run, don't run"... but I only made it two steps out of the fire circle and I was sprinting barefoot for my tent. I felt like such a turd.
Needless to say I made no friends in the tents. And the next morning there were no hellos, just little snickers as I went by. But I had bigger fish to fry. I had an 18 miler with the last 6 under 6:20. I set out around 9:30am and headed out on route 20 towards Okanagan forest. I wheeled around packed trails when I needed a reprieve from the pavement and was comfortably clipping along at 7:15 pace. At mile 7 I started the climb into the pass. Luckily I turned at 9.2 miles and headed back. Took my one gel at 11 and at 12 started cranking.
I was straight into a headwind and uphill to start and I overcompensated on effort. Clocking in a 6:00 flat! Then a 6:03, 6:07, 6:11, 6:07, 6:12. I felt strong. I kept trying to slow but worried I'd slow too much. The mile splits just wheeled by. The last .25 got gritty, but I held on. The headwind was steady and the hills rolled. It was a good confidence booster for me.
After a shake out walk and two bottles of Nuun I headed to the river with a peanut butter sandwich and Runner's World Magazine. I sat in the cold water and enjoyed my snack and some reading.
After a quick shower we all headed out to hike. We'd been told that Hart's Pass would be a good drive and hike. I will say that's not true if the car is full of 4 grown adults terrified of heights. As I drove my Hyundai up and up and up ... my stomach sank lower and lower. My mother was making loud exhales like she was breathing into a huge paper bag. The oldies station plinged along as we all tried to lighten the mood.
The cliff to my left became sharper and sharper and every time a car needed to pass it was all we could do not to just start screaming in sheer panic. About 3.5 miles up at Dead Horse Point my mother yelled, "I can't take it anymore! I'm getting out!" And she did. She ran all the way down the mountain. We were left perched there, danging it seemed, and there was only one way to go. My husband and father were silent as I tuneless hummed to Elton John and tried not to poop my pants. My car crawled over each rock until we reached a place where I go turn around.
|between the 18 miler and this drive, my HR was higher on the drive. guaranteed.|
After we followed the dust trail to my terrified mother and picked her up, we headed for some overly tame redemption hiking at Rainy Lake. Hello, paved trail.
I was going to give-up booze on Sunday, but let me tell you after Hart's Pass I needed just one glass or two of Merlot. I will say that darn road is on my life list now. I would have finished it, and now I really want to. I just might need to be drugged, in the trunk...
|I have a feeling the views would be worth it...this is only 1/2 way up|