Shannon's Scene: Take Two

Week in Review

Seven. Seven weeks. Seven weeks remaining.  (Great, now I’m humming the ‘five dollar foot long’ Subway commercial jingle)

This past week of training proved a little challenging for me, but I soon found out I was not alone.  Several folks with whom I run were experiencing some physical and mental challenges with training as well.  Regardless, I got in some miles and the breakdown looked like this…

Sunday Mental health day.  I literally did… not much!  Kristin and I hit up Eat, Pray, Love which inspired an evening of cooking and wine.  No guilt, these nights are a must!

Monday Tried out a new studio, Bikram Charleston, thanks to Groupon ($35 for 10 class pass vs. $20 drop-in fee per class? Yes please.)  Anyway, I met up with Paul, who has been going steadily for a couple months and talked this place up!  As I mentioned in this post, I place value on incorporating different teachers, and really different styles of yoga, into your practice.  I’m glad I went and look forward to going back.  Beware, you will sweat your arse off, so hydrate!

Tuesday  I hit the Woodways for four miles of intervals (three on/one off again), broken up by arms + legs/butt + abs + stretching.  I will forgo leg/butt strength training during an interval workout from now on, that was just bananas.

Wednesday Enter my mid-week wall.  I set out for an early morning eight.  Granted, I made it to seven plus, and was happy with the mileage I logged.  However, something affected me in a new way.. not sure if it was the rate at which I was sweating out everything I was putting in, if stress was hitting me again, or what.  Despite getting plenty of fluids, fuel, and rest, I ended up with a massive headache (not normal for this one) and persistent nausea which caused me to go home mid-day.  I rested up, shook it off, and didn’t make major training plans for Thursday.

Thursday Sick day… still not up to snuff, and not sure what was up, but I rested.

Friday Determined to make Saturday’s long run, I rested, hydrated, and fueled.

Saturday 18 MILES!  That’s right, I survived a jaunt from The Battery, up East Bay, over the Ravenel, through Old Village, to the end of Pitt St. Bridge and back.  So thankful for the TNT group; we banded together and finished our race.  Let me tell you, hitting the MtP side of the bridge (read: the one and only hill in Charleston) at mile 13 was… interesting.  I had every intention of walking that beast, but the group I was with pushed each other and agreed to make it to the first arch.  We did, and it felt fantastic.  Ok, I’m lying, but I was proud of us.

I followed with an ice bath and was a little too tired to stretch immediately, so I listened to the legs and rested them.  I may have also treated myself to a pedicure, selfishly because I wanted a foot rub and was willing to pay anyone to dish it out.  Today’s recovery ride was necessary.  I did some intense stretching afterward as well.  Bring on the week, hopefully headache and nausea-free for all!