Super, super slow week. But my half-marathon is done, and my knees can finally rest and get some time to heal from running....

Monday

• Fire45- 43 minutes of cardio with 3 High Intensity Drills

Tuesday

• Rest

Wednesday

• 3 mile Run

• Mow yard

Thursday

• Rest

Friday

• Rest

Saturday

• 13.1 Mile Run **Half Marathon Day**

What was I looking forward to most about my race this weekend? Well, that would be the week of rest I was going to take to let my legs recover some. And I will still get a week off, it just won't be next week....

I went for a consult to get Lasik surgery yesterday. I pretty much had made up my mind that if I was a good candidate I would get it done. I hate wearing glasses, and my contacts have become a royal pain in the butt. I am taking them out 2-3 times a day, and my eye doctors response was "there is a new contact out there, they are considerably more expensive, but they may work better for you"... he doesn't do the Lasik surgery, so it would benefit him more for me to keep coming to him and shelling out money for contacts....

So anyway, the place I am going does their surgeries on Mondays and Fridays. Perfect I thought. I could get it done on Monday and then use that as my recovery week still. Except this coming Monday is one of the only Mondays that the surgeon has a conference and won't be doing them then. So, I am scheduled for next Friday.

For a week after the surgery I can't do any strenuous activity, which means starting next Friday I need a week off... so instead of having off next week, I will have to push through workouts next week and take the following week off.

But you know, I think it's worth switching my weeks to be able to see without my glasses or contacts. Waking up and being able to see the clock. Not worrying if I forget to take my contacts on vacation with me.

I keep thinking I'm ready for vacation. I'm ready to go to the beach. I love the smell of the ocean, hot sand under my feet, relaxing while watching dolphins jump in and out of the waves, mini golf, and the list goes on...

Then I wake up and remember I have two small children now. Vacations aren't really what they used to be. They are no longer a relaxing week where I just lay around and do nothing when and where I want but something else entirely.

Now vacations are basically just a week where I do the exact same things that I do at home except at someone else's house, miles and miles away, without the comforts of my own home. Sure, I still get the beach and warm sand, but now that also includes chasing kids, changing diapers in the sand, and not only smothering sun screen all over my pale self every hour, but 2 other people as well.

Don't get me wrong, I still can't wait to go on vacation, but I am glad it's still a while away. I have time to daydream about how it used to be before I start to freak out about how it will really be. In the meantime, maybe the sun will come back out and the rain will go away and I will stop longing for the beach for a while....

Here are my workouts from this week.  I kept up pretty well.  I missed one strength training today that I will either make up later today or tomorrow, but other than that, I did pretty well…

Sunday

• 9 Mile Run

Monday

• Fire45- 43 minutes of cardio with 3 High Intensity Drills

Tuesday

• Tone30- 30 minutes of strength training

Wednesday

• 4 mile Run

Thursday

• 3 Mile Run

Friday

• Rest

Saturday

• 8 Mile Run

Well, tomorrow is my last long run until my race. 8 miles. Nothing right. I feel like that is how I *should* feel at least. But I'm nervous. Of course I am. That means my next long run after tomorrow will be 13.1 miles, and that is a crap ton of miles.... At least my sister and brother in law will be there doing it with me. And afterwards I can come home and die for the rest of the day.

Sunday I refuse to do anything. A nice, completely relaxing day where I sit on my butt all day and let my muscles take a break. Ha. Who am I kidding? My kids won't let me do that, especially since it's Mother's Day. Maybe we'll go to the zoo...

Happy Mother's Day everyone!!

Eleven days until my race. 11. Days. Holy cow... I do not feel anywhere near ready. I don't feel like I can do it.

Sure, I ran 12 miles, and a half marathon is only 1.1 miles longer than that. But that was almost 2 weeks ago... I just feel like I won't be able to do it...

Maybe I'm just psyching myself out. I mean, even if I have to walk a little bit, I know I can complete it. I just want this to be over. I am ready for this training to be over. It's mentally a killer...

I'm not a runner. I think I have decided that. For sure. After this race I am going to go back, at least for the most part, to what I really enjoy. I like doing high intensity DVD classes.... I'll most likely be doing Turbo Fire again, with some shorter 4-5 miles runs thrown in there, maybe. But I just don't think I am cut out to be a runner.

I'm still hurting. But stretching and icing is helping immensely. I took 2 days off of my running last week and one strength training day last week to rest and hopefully feel a little better, which I did. I put off my long run yesterday until today, which I did. My time was decent, but the humidity was killer. I guess running on the trail right next to the river wasn't helping, but it wasn't fun....

Maybe if I felt 100% I would enjoy it more. I really did like running before it hurt. I know I should give myself time to heal, and I will. I'm taking it a little easier, and after my race I am going to take a week off of anything to recover. I just need to push through the next two weeks and I'll be fine.