I ran 9 miles on Saturday! By myself! At the River! (read: Loooong, straight, flat, BORING roads with nothing but fields to look at. Thank goodness for U-S husband who rode the tandem bike out with my dad to check in around mile 3, and then rode along side for the last 3 miles... he is the best!
First I'll address the plane crash... about 30 minutes into my run, emergency trucks starting whizzing past me. It's rural NC, so it was the volunteer fire department rather than actual ambulances, but I knew something was up. When I rounded the corner and started heading past a huge wheat field, I saw a pile of metal and a lot of people rushing towards it. I thought someone was stuck in some farm equipment because I couldn't tell what it was. Turns out, it was a plane crash. It had happened just seconds before I got to the scene and apparently did "cartwheels" through the field. Glad I missed that. Here's the article.
Now I'll address the plateau. Not as exciting, not nearly as scary, but it sure does make me angry.
I've been stuck at or around 160 for 8 weeks. That is ridiculous people. I'm doing everything right. I don't even use all of my weekly points. Activity points, yes. Weekly, no. I'm tracking everything. I've added weight training to my plan - about 30 minutes 2-3 times/week. I'm running 15-20 miles.
Someone explain this. The math is not adding up.