Week 5 of Chicago Marathon training is incomplete. Miles? don’t ask.
Rather than bore you with a play-by-play, let’s hit the highlights.
If you remember I was SINGLE for 4 of last week’s 7 days. No Caveman, no kiddos. Just me, my running shoes, bike, car keys, etc. you know the important stuff.
What did I do?
I took many of you up on your suggestions.
Sleep? Check. There was lots of sleeping…once I got tired of jumping on the bed and doing blackflips until I knocked the wind out of me, that is.
Beach? Check.
Bike rides? Check
Movies? Check
Spa treatments? Check
Shopping? Check
Workouts? Check. 3 craptastic runs, some yoga and a personal training session with Mars (the c in his name has been changed to s for motivational purposes).
Mars introduced me to this torture device the TRX Suspension System. It uses only your body weight but really isn’t that enough? We did tons of reps. Squats and lunges, explosive plyometric moves, almost everything challenged my balance.
While I was proud to get through the workout, I was a quivering, sweat-pouring mess through all of it. Handstand pushups anyone?
The aftermath: My legs came through it better than expected. But I’m still suffering from an acute sprain of my back-of-the-arm fat. Does fat get sore? Or could there actually be a muscle in there somewhere?
Now about that diet: How to cook your goose midway thru a marathon training cycle: go on a diet and don’t count calories. Lets just say dropping 5 lbs in 2 weeks has made running sheer torture. The cravings for crap are gone. So is the weight. But so is my energy. Bah. I ended up bagging Sunday’s 18-miler at 14 because I had nothing and I mean nothing left. Still working on figuring this all out.
