This week was 60 miles of running and 7000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.
Yay - got to do my first hill workout in a year. Felt darn good to be back and running with a big pack of friends. All my hip issues held up fairly well during the workout (knock on wood).
The workout consists of a nonstop circuit of up a hill for about 2 minutes, a 90 second easy jog, a stride, and then some more easy jogging to the bottom (whole circuit takes ~5 minutes). The uphill wasn't much of problem, while the downhill stride did seem to bug things a bit - I just held back and did that part carefully, rather than sprinting all out (which I don't think we're supposed to do anyway).
Otherwise, the week was fairly routine, runningwise. My fitness continues to come back, but I need to continue to be cautious with the speed as I build. The nice thing about the hot and humid weather we're having is that it doesn't exactly encourage crazy fast workouts anyway. After a fairly careful build, I'm finally at the weekly mileage that I generally hold when I'm not marathon training (well....it used to actually be closer to 65, but I've decided that staying at 60 or a bit lower is just fine).
Outside of running, the week was full of highs and lows. Pluses were that my sig other and I finally found a contractor to do our house renovation (the interviewing process has taken months - there's a lot of frogs out there, and the few princes are generally booked and can't take on new work).
I also got my bone density checked again, and yay - my spine improved enough from last year that I'm now back in the osteopenia category (though just barely) as opposed to the osteoporosis category. Woo.
At the same time, I had my first mammogram, or as I like to call it:
For all the hype about it being horrible, it really wasn't bad. More ergonomically challenging than anything - like holding yoga's cowface pose while pressing your face and torso into a wall, and holding your breath. While your breasts are in a boobsquishing machine.
Awkward, but not painful. However, I can see that if you were nervous and got tense, then it might hurt more as you pulled away and futilely resisted the massive menace that is the boobsquishing machine.
For myself, the worst part of the entire process was the overwhelming PINK EVERYWHERE. The waiting room was decorated by the hybrid clone of Laura Ashley and Susan Komen.
Anyhoo, boobs were squished effectively, and I got a nice report of "you have no breast cancer that we can see, and Virginia law requires us to tell you that you have dense breasts and we might not be able to see stuff anyway." Interesting intersection of law and medicine.
In bad news, I learned that a coworker that I had worked closely with in the past (and really liked) had passed away suddenly. His loss was shocking, and I was also sad to learn that his beloved dogs (David and I got along really well because we both love animals) had been sent to a shelter because there was no one that could take them in.
Mental note to myself and others - not a bad idea to have someone designated to take care of your critters if you pass away.