62 Mile Marathon Training Week + My Very First 5k + Restless Sleep After Long Run or Race

No wonder I was tired at the end of yesterday. Not only did I finish an 18 mile Sunday long Run but I clocked 62 miles for the week, my highest mileage of the training cycle. Why I didn’t put in this work years ago is beyond me, but I think I needed to be humbled to truly appreciate the sport and every mile in front and behind me, good or bad!

Even Bella was exhausted!

I had an interesting breakfast one morning before I ran as I was out of oatmeal and had 10 miles I needed to knock out. Hey, you do what you gotta do! These mini saltines are freaking delicious. Don’t taste like saltines at all. They are like buttery salty bites of heaven.

I have been laying out my gear at night to set myself up for success in the mornings. It’s easier to get out of bed when I don’t have to really think and can get dressed with my eyes still half closed and I don’t forget my fuel or recovery.

I’m working on a list of things I’ve learned this year about running, running smart and about myself. Will post that later this week.

I’m so excited for the Chevron Houston Marathon in less than 4 weeks! I wish I had a bit more time to work on speed, but I know that if I stay present, patient and grateful… I’ll continue to toe races more than prepared! I’m more ready for this race than I’ve ever been for a full and for that I’m grateful. Last year’s Houston Marathon was hard as I got injured Christmas Eve just as I was kind of getting into a grove and didn’t run again until race day. Can read that race recap HERE

I spent half of 2019 injured, which is why I’m putting together the list I’ll post. Not only to help others, but to remind myself of what’s important and how far I’ve come!

I posted the below on Instagram yesterday, but wanted to include here as well.

You can pray for good miles, and good races. However, you have to keep showing up and putting in the work while appreciating every mile. The good and the bad.

Race day owes us nothing. So, instead of praying for race day miracles, be grateful in those prayers and ask for more sunrises to chase, runners highs, more days to run no matter how easy or hard the miles feel, and keep putting one foot in front of the other expecting nothing while appreciating everything. It’ll come.

Race day is the reward for the hard work you’ve put in on the journey to that start line! Don’t expect miracles, be realistic and let in unfold into the finish line celebration that is earned. Ride that runners high, reflect, regroup and make new goals! It’s a beautiful thing. Running is a gift that keeps on giving.

A few new items showed up yesterday. I’ll post a list of some new items this week as well as I’ve had a lot of questions, stay tuned 🙂

I had about a 5 mile run coming off of yesterday’s incredible 18 miles. My right hamstring is bugging a bit, but if that’s the only thing a bit off after a week like last, I’m grateful. Glad I packed my recovery tools and my resistance bands as my coach had me do some work with them today before my run. I have a hard track workout tomorrow, so I just inhaled a 10 pound salad with tons of protein and have been eating protein packed items all day.

While I was sorting through some things at home, I came across a picture of my very first 5k. Hundreds of runners in the San Luis Valley (Colorado) ran this race every year. I was in 5th or 6th grade, maybe. This was before any fancy chip timing when a popsicle stick with a number was handed to you as you finished and then you would turn it in with your name and they would pour over charts etc to come up with age group winners etc.

I remember sprinting hard at the start, almost dying, and then just trying to get through what felt like 300 miles. I also remember learning an important lesson about 10 meters from the finish line. I stopped running. I figured I was almost there and it hurt and I would catch my breath and keep going. I remember a girl passing me and thinking nothing of it until they announced the winners. She was 3rd and I was 4th so I didn’t podium or get one of the cheap trophy’s to brag about .

Instead, I was mad at myself for a few reasons. One, giving up when I could’ve kept going. It wasn’t about not getting third, it was about letting myself down when I could’ve kept going. You can do ANYTHING for 30 seconds. Remember that when you are at that final sprint of a race. Two, I knew that if I wanted to run better I had to run more often. Something I didn’t truly learn until a year ago. I knew it, I just didn’t listen to that logic. Again, there are no race day miracles. Three, I knew then that running would be something I wanted to be good at…. even though it wouldn’t be until my 20s until I got back into it.

I dreamed about that race all year. I went back and ran that race the next year. I came in second in my age group and I felt like I had won the whole damn race 🙂

The above race was my most proud and its already been two weeks. I knew the goal I had was one I could achieve because I had put in the work. That felt sweeter than any race I’d ever won or ran.

We all have dreams. In order to make those dreams a reality, it takes a lot of determination, dedication, self discipline and effort. Don’t stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done and as I always say, run with purpose and leave no regrets.

I have a question for you guys and I will have more of an explanation on tomorrow’s post. After a long hard run or a race, no matter how tired I am, I often have a hard time sleeping and am completely restless all night. Do you have this problem and how do you deal?

Happy Eve of Christmas Eve!


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