I've been flying solo this week because the husband is away at a conference for work. It turns out that an apartment occupied by one person (even if that person is out for a great deal of the day) becomes just as grimy as an apartment occupied by two people, but the difference is that one person gets to do all the chores herself.
On the plus side, that one person gets to burp, fart, eat cereal and prunes for dinner, finish off the very good cheddar cheese, and stay up much too late reading a giant Haruki Murakami novel that is fat enough to hurt when I fall asleep with it on my face. It's midnight and I have 10km on deck tomorrow morning and I'm about to read another chapter. Smart life decisions.
Also, one is never really done with dishes. Now I know how Sisyphus felt.
Gold Coast training log week 7 - April 14 to 21
Monday - 5.1km + yoga
Tuesday - track. 9 by 400 hard with plenty of rest (was supposed to be 10 but I had good old bronchiospasms midway and couldn't breathe so the last, oh, five of them were about half a minute slower than they should have been. delightful)
Wednesday - 1-hour TRX class - probably my new favourite strength class; it's a full-body workout but doesn't completely kill me
Thursday - tempo: 11.2km with five of those at 6:00/km, and yoga
Friday - 10km easy
Saturday - 11km trail, easy
Sunday - 16km continuous, 18km with a bit more jogging: Went around Gardens by the Bay via the river. After last week's slightly epic long run I felt I ought to back off a tiny bit. I'm only just starting to do about 60km a week consistently. I looked back in my training log and last week's 64.5km is the farthest I've ever run in a week. Ever. (New achievement unlocked! I did do 80km once but that included rather a lot of hiking.)
I realise this is pretty miserable for someone who's somehow managed to jogwalkbumblethrough four marathons but let's face it, I've trained through these things since 2010 with a full-time job and a half, and life happens. I could add more easy mileage and I probably will, but I am so slow that it will involve multiple doubles. Anyway - I feel I'll do better on 60-70km/ week consistently than 80 one week, 40 the next. Ehh. Baby steps.
Total: 61km, TRX, yoga
On the plus side, that one person gets to burp, fart, eat cereal and prunes for dinner, finish off the very good cheddar cheese, and stay up much too late reading a giant Haruki Murakami novel that is fat enough to hurt when I fall asleep with it on my face. It's midnight and I have 10km on deck tomorrow morning and I'm about to read another chapter. Smart life decisions.
Also, one is never really done with dishes. Now I know how Sisyphus felt.
Gold Coast training log week 7 - April 14 to 21
Monday - 5.1km + yoga
Tuesday - track. 9 by 400 hard with plenty of rest (was supposed to be 10 but I had good old bronchiospasms midway and couldn't breathe so the last, oh, five of them were about half a minute slower than they should have been. delightful)
Wednesday - 1-hour TRX class - probably my new favourite strength class; it's a full-body workout but doesn't completely kill me
Thursday - tempo: 11.2km with five of those at 6:00/km, and yoga
Friday - 10km easy
Saturday - 11km trail, easy
Sunday - 16km continuous, 18km with a bit more jogging: Went around Gardens by the Bay via the river. After last week's slightly epic long run I felt I ought to back off a tiny bit. I'm only just starting to do about 60km a week consistently. I looked back in my training log and last week's 64.5km is the farthest I've ever run in a week. Ever. (New achievement unlocked! I did do 80km once but that included rather a lot of hiking.)
I realise this is pretty miserable for someone who's somehow managed to jogwalkbumblethrough four marathons but let's face it, I've trained through these things since 2010 with a full-time job and a half, and life happens. I could add more easy mileage and I probably will, but I am so slow that it will involve multiple doubles. Anyway - I feel I'll do better on 60-70km/ week consistently than 80 one week, 40 the next. Ehh. Baby steps.
Ah the joys of being husbandless for a little while. It happens too infrequently in my life but it is a wonderful thing. Having the bed to myself is possibly the best illicit pleasure ever!
ReplyDeleteI had the bed to myself for four glorious days. And now half of it is covered with folded laundry...
DeleteYou MUST be reading 1Q84??? I kept reading 'one more chapter' until I was as sleep deprived as with a newborn. It's cool though. I rather like when the Husband is away as well - I watch loads of foreign films, get my friends round to drink wine and I celebrate the dramatic decline in my laundry!!!
ReplyDeleteYou guessed it!! I've had 'just one more chapter' trouble with that book all week. :)
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