I have finally reached the big 3-0. (I’ll hold for the applause….)
It’s eluded me for weeks since first, I didn’t have the opportunity, and then when I did, the weather got in the way.
But this week, I pushed through a few different obstacles, determined to reach my goal…..
30 miles of running in one week.
Scheduling at work and impossible weather conditions have kept me from reaching the 30 mile mark in the past, but this week, everything fell into place. Sort of.
I talked to the boss about splitting my days off work, to allow me to actually run on my 2 days off with a day of rest (work) in between. Mondays are not a factor since it’s an admin day for me, and I don’t have to be there til 9 or 10. And splitting my “weekend” would allow me 2 more days to run.
He was very willing to oblige, but last week the snow and ice arrived on my day off, knocking the wind out of my sails. Elliptical training doesn’t count as running miles.
This week started out more promising. I ran a quick 5 miles around the Arch right after work on Sunday. Bonus! Then I ran 8.4 miles on Monday morning. Tuesday, I rested and Wednesday I struggled through 7.8 Sheer determination got me through that one, ’cause I knew if I quit when I wanted to, I’d miss my goal again.
Today would be the deciding factor. All I needed to do was run 10 miles, and I was there! Easy peasy.
But when I awoke, a thin layer of snow covered the ground and flurries were still falling. I decided to risk the slippery roads and go for it.
I was met by my usual entourage of neighborhood dogs. Rudy, especially, gives me a jovial send-off, knowing that when I return, I will have a treat for him. He refused to look at me, which is just like him. Very independent. Does what he wants. But a sweetheart deep down.
This hill would be my first test of how slippery the roads would be. If I could make it down this without falling, I figured I’d have it made.
I’ve been choosing the town routes during the winter, because it allows me to have the wind at my back at least half the time. But this means I have to go around the parks, many, many, many times. Seven, in fact.
By the 7th time, the snow was beginning to melt off the sidewalk, but you can still see my steps. They’re all mine.
As I made my way home, the snow still falling and catching on my nose and eyelashes, I was smiling inside. I’ve run in rain before, but never snow. Parts of it were difficult, my feet slipping here and there trying to find traction, and the areas with deeper snow reminded me of running in sand, but I felt good! I met my goal and I’m slightly more confident about the big day!
Only 37 days to go!