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MCM Training: Week 1

So I've successfully made it through the first week of training for the Marine Corps Marathon in October. Here is a rundown of how my first week went:

I still don't technically have a plan that I'm following, but I feel like I'm doing at least enough for the beginning stage. I'm not quite ready to post my running times, as I'd really like to bring them down a bit. But overall my runs felt good, except on Tuesday, when I started running the Four Green Fields club run at 6 p.m., and I suddenly had a heartburn attack--or something. It was a very unsettling feeling, like stuff was just sitting in my esophagus. I only got a mile in before I had to stop and walk the rest of the way back. So I waited until nearly 10 p.m. before completing my mileage for the day with a two-miler. But the benefit of doing only two miles is that I'll actually try to run them fast, so I ended up getting some speed work in.

I'm feeling solid on the strength training. Last year, I hardly did any at all, so this is a vast improvement (if I can keep it up).

I was happy to get two bike rides in; however, I don't think this will be typical. Bike rides are reserved for Sundays, but because Wednesday was a holiday, I took advantage of the time off.

I'd like to incorporate more yoga in this schedule, but I'm having a hard time finding a place to put it. 

I'm off to start week 2 with another 6+ mile run!


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