Sun: 3 mile warm-up, 10k race (6.2 miles) 9
Mon: 3 mile baby jogger run, pulse core step class, swim 80 lengths in 52 minutes, 3 mile run with baby jogger 6
Tues: 19 miles of hill running with SR 19
Wed: 3 mile baby jogger run, pulse core step class, interval swimming with SR 76 lengths in 56 minutes, 3 mile baby jogger run 6
Thurs: 3 mile warm-up, 8 x 1 km intervals with SR, 3 mile cool down, 1 hour swim practice with Tri-Club 11
Fri: 3 mile baby jogger run, pulse core step class, 30 minute bike ride, 4 mile easy run, 20 minute run with The Lorax (1 mile?) 87
Saturday: 15.5 miles hill running, 3 miles with baby jogger 18.5
Miles run: 77.5 (125 km)
Approx. 3 hours of swimming
Finally a week of training I am really please with. But what was my week unofficially like, you ask?
Well, I'm getting more and more feedback that I am indeed crazy. There is this social concept in Denmark called Jante Law (janteloven)and it basically is the idea that no one is entitled to more of anything than anyone else. If you stretch your imagination slightly, you can see how this also would apply to running/exercise. I find myself constantly trying to hide the fact that I run so much (and the other exercise, too). Winning races is one thing. The people I work with seems to find that charming. But the actual training part? It came out that I had run 3 hours a day with The Lorax in a baby jogger after he was born and there was a concensu among my co-workers that it was good I was over that "illness". (In case you think I am hoping for someone to say, "No, you're not crazy", I'm not. I know I'm a running junkie with a real addiction. But the real question is how unhealthy is it?
Then there is the obvious conflict: when do I actually have time for the kids, SR, cleaning, cooking, etc? It has come up a few times on SR's side of the family that my exercise is a sign of laziness. Might sound counter intuitive, but, of course, I am sure you all understand how I could come off as lazy with an often unclean apartment and shoving yogurt and cereal at my kids for dinner. Or relying on SR to make real food. It's pathetic and I'm embarrassed by it.
Physically, I feel I'm in great shape and ready for Brocken Marathon in Germany on Saturday. As it is in the mountains (over 1000 meters of climb) and there is no chance for a PR, it will simply be fun. But what about getting pregnant? Am I pregnant? Well, on Wednesday, I took note of the fact that my resting pulse was 78, which was certainly higher than I would expect. A rise in resting pulse from 12-15 bpm is actually one of the first signs of pregnancy. Happens before a pregnancy test turns positive. The problem is, I think I somehow willed my pulse to rise. I was 3 days late for my period and took a pregnancy test, which was negative, and later measured my pulse to be 62. :(. And I actually don't know what my resting pulse normally is. Then today I got my period. It is almost enough to make a girl believe she's not actually pregnant. Being infertile may have its charm when one is 20, but not when one is 31 and trying to get pregnant. But does it have anything to do with exercise? If I lived in Chile, I might believe it was simply someone wishing evil upon me.
But, leaving all that behind, I went on an amazing run today. It is hard for me to express the happiness I get from being able to run endlessly to explore the landscape here. I had always wanted to run from Næstved to Mogenstrup through the forests and over the repeating åse and that is exactly what I used my 15.5 mile run on. I am working on finding a running route for an aquathon I want to arrange with out tri club and I think I finally found it. SR was away at work again. I got a baby sitter for the kids. I know. Lazy. ... (but worth it!)
Here are some pictures.
Leaving Næstved, moving east.
The 3rd Åse.
Pretty trail on the forest floor to the left.