This week has lower miles than last week….but…
it’s still…. exciting.
Monday I had a swim. This was not exciting. It was peaceful, and long and stretchy. I was still tired from the longer run on Sunday, so…
Monday night I had a deep tissue massage. It was a challenge to get through. The massage therapist was going kind of deeper than I’d like, and it was just miserable. I have to admit, I prefer when he emphasizes the stretching part of things.
Monday night I had horrible GU upset all night long. Up and down to the bathroom…
Tuesday had my “baby brick” workout (friday will be the big or long brick)
I did the cycle and was feeling pretty lousy. I was trying to tank up on electrolyte solution, but it tasted funny. Knowing I was low, I drank it anyway. The little 3 miler off the bike started out terribly. My legs ached and I could not seem to get to a speed that I wanted. After a half a mile I resigned myself to “just run and get it over with”. I have found that I’d much rather just muscle slowly through a workout than explain to my coach that I didn’t do it because, “My legs felt funny”. Oddly as I hit the one mile mark things loosened up and I ended up doing a pretty good run including running all the way up “hospital hill” which is something I usually do not do. At one point, I thought that if I had stopped and walked I would have been moving faster, but…thats probably a perception thing.
In the afternoon, I foam rolled for 30 mins and stretched.
This morning I had a swim/run/swim/run laundry generator workout. So long…. 2K swim, 3 mile run, 1K swim 2 mile run. I finished at 7:52 am, and clocked in for work at 08:07 am. The workout went really well again, and I managed Hospital Hill again, so there’s a confidence booster.
Tomorrow is speed work, Friday is Bigger Brick. Saturday is a swim and Sunday one more longish run. 13 I looked all over for a half marathon to run as the predicted low is 57…YES.. 57 My best running weather. No 13.1’s so it will be me out on a trail running it by myself….
My endurance has been getting better and better. Very encouraging. My speed though…
So we will see how the rest of the week goes.
This week in training.
40 running miles. 87 total miles.
The 40 mile week is my first 40 mile week in at least 20 weeks, so I guess I am supposed to be tired.
I Am indeed. TIRED.
My legs feel solid and strong, but my pace is really disappointing. I’m running so slowly.
I have a race in about 4 weeks. While we have not really discussed it…Not going to be a show stopper.
Hoping the blah feeling is an effect of the load of miles that I handled this week and my employment situation.
Little bit concerned about next week’s plan!!!!
So today on the docket was a medium sized Brick workout.
Bike an hour
run 6 miles.
I awoke at 4 am and stumbled/shuffled around. Made an executive decision to crawl back to the bed. Slept til 6:30 am.
The yasso workout is so tough that it followed me into the next day.
Since I slept in, I had to do the workout in the afternoon.
The bike was unpleasant, but it got done. As a Bonus, I heard a new song thats old.
This wasn’t it. The Blind Boys of Alabama sing it, but apparently it’s not popular and not on a Youtube video so you get Deep River… Instead of “Don’t Play with God”
Anyway the Five Blind Boys are pretty darn incredible.
So the cycle ended on a high note.
Then the run. THis is the week of:
Lots of running on the schedule.
I started my legs felt like super flat and actually kind of achy. I had been worried about it being too hot. No need to have worried, it was raining and cold. somewhere in mile 4 I realized my legs today hurt more than they ever had during my marathon. and yet…I was still running. I had done a ton of walking at the end of my last marathon.
Ding ding ding!
Suddenly I realized the lesson in this. I have seen this lesson many a time since that fateful marathon.
Yes, one can run while in miserable. pain. I did however, kind of wonder if running an ultra would be this painful and exactly when this type of pain would start in the Ultra.
tomorrow all I have is swimming…. then just 12 more miles between me and the end of the week….
I have not been very faithful about posting for a bit now. I have been entirely full up of “life” on time, which I think is a great thing. I’m frankly amazed at myself that since the end of August and beginning of September, I’ve managed to go to Nigeria, interview for a new job (Fingers still crossed but not so hopeful there), keep my current job, train, compete in an enormous open water swim- where I met a wall of Jelly Fish and did not win anything, but stings. I was surprised yesterday thinking about how bizarre and interesting my own life is.
BUt I need to post a bit about yesterday.
On the plan was 9 times 800 repeats. I’ve done 8, but never in my life 9. The coach made a notation that “This is a tough workout”
I guess all the stings toughened me up a bit.
I walked into the gym yesterday and put on what I imagine to be my “Game face”
I think I looked like:
Probably more like:
I nailed every single one of the repeats. After months of piddling around with slower interval times and missed workouts, I just got on the stupid treadmill (Track is only open 8 odd hours a week now) and did them at the Yasso pace for a marathon in the time I want.
After the very last one, I sat on the edge of the mill and if there had been a few less people, I probably would have cried out loud….tired, happy…finished.
and boy am I exhausted. Actually slept in today….
So… “long run” of a rest week today. 5 miles.
I again did not sleep well last night. That really affects everything.
Plus I ate junk food yesterday so I was fueled by…errrr…. Junk.
SO I started out jogging along, and hit the hill then I noted some yellow police tape up. BIG tree down across the trail. so I had to go round which threw me off a bit.
Got back on the trail/path and continued on. feeling tired. At mile 2 ish I ran by some friends and that put a smile on my face a bit.
The whole run was completely unevenly paced. Miles 1-2 were on the paces I wanted. Mile 3, I struggled and walked rather a lot. Mile 4 again on target pace and mile 5 was very very close to target pace, but I had to stop and climb over the tree. Uneven pacing is an issue. I’m not sure it says I don’t know what I’m doing, or if it is just because I was tired. I think it also may be that I am getting a tiny bit faster, but am not in control of the speed yet. I et going at a new pace and can sustain it for a longer period of time (say 2 miles) but can not keep that speed for more…
Even though it feels cooler in my mind, it’s really still pretty hot and humid.
I finished up with my cool down cycle at the gym. Oddly then I spotted someone over in the PT area. I thought it was the coach but when I looked up again no one was there. Suddenly his head popped out and he waved, so I went over and we chatted a bit. His wife came up and we had our usual awkward conversation. She is focused on the trip to Africa, whereas Coach boy/man and I have moved on to training and life. So she kept asking if I had settled in and he kept giving me the knowing look and well, I’m glad we all had to go to churches…….
Today I had on the schedule a 5K. It’s a race I love.
I didn’t do it.
I had to practice with my open water relay team the Kayak thing.
We are doing this awesome swim.
As a relay, which means after about 2 miles each we have to get into the kayak from the water and paddle…
So we needed to practice.
We met at Lucky’s Beautiful Lake. Did some swimming and some practicing.
I actually stink at Kayaking, having never been on a kayak before. Luckily some members of our team are EXTREMELY low key, which balances out the errr higher strung peoples on the team. I eventually got the hang of not being the leader and being the paddle helper. Being the leader will not be my role we decided.
Kayaking does work the shoulders…intensely.
It was a lovely day.
I then went home and rested. I admit I had not slept well the night before. I had a lot of stuff running through my mind.
I finally at about 3 pm got it together to go to the gym. I ran the 3 miles for the 5K on the treadmill. Fall has not arrived in Florida. someone posted a picture of a temp of 103 today.
He really helped my life this week, but he has not kept up real well with emails. SO…
the 3 miler was challenging…turns out that crab chips, and ice cream don’t fuel runs well.
I essentially ran slow 800 repeats because I wanted to be done, but couldn’t quite sustain the whole way so I’d run a half a mile walk about one tenth and then run another half mile at a faster than normal pace. Kind of strange.
Kinda looking forward to next week. Maybe by the end of the week, I will have a new job, new situation and I am going to the Florida Keys, so AWESOME.
That my legs have recovered from the torture I gave them recently.
Seriously all that travel kind of screwed things up. I really wonder exactly how Professional runners and other athletes deal with all the jet lag of travel before the big meets in Dubai etc. I did not deal well with it at all.
Today I had a cycle followed by a run. This is one of my favorite workouts. We tease that I should have a stationary parked in front of a start line for a race so I can get a cycle warm up.
The cycle was as cycles have been lately, Ok, but not interesting. I need new cycle music. In addition, I was already feeling kind of grumpy from work situations. Stationary cycle has a way of dredging up thoughts.
The run after was kind of a relief. My legs felt pretty good and I decided to try to run steady and push a little more than I did the day before. I have been running SLOW and seeing others times had me a bit concerned.
The first mile started out “OK” but by about the half point, i saw that I was on pace for what I wanted. I pushed through the hill at the half way point and was rewarded by the down hill. Of course what goes down…in C-town, comes back up again. So I started on the next hill and the next, hit the turn around and went down and up yet again. Pace remained good. I felt like I was working but not “Killing myself”.
My little 3 miler ended up being one of the faster runs I’ve had in weeks. maybe months. What a relief.
Let’s see what happens tomorrow.
Wow. So Sunday I did my ever so slow 12 miler and then spent the rest of the day kind of recovering. I woke up a few times in the night and found moving about to be challenging.
I knew I had 2 measly miles on the schedule. I debated doing them in the pool…doing them on an elliptical, walking them…trying the treadmill. Anything.
In the end, I decided that they were on the schedule and I should try them.
So. I started. Admit I was humiliated because I knew I was slow, AND there were a lot of high school swimmers leaving the gym for school. So they were all witnessing this sort of “jog/hobble/jog” situation. I felt like a crippled elderly elephant.
Gratuitous picture of elephant sculpture in Singapore Zoo….
I kept running anyway. The route I chose goes immediately down hill which was really quite jarring. I thought, “Ok I’m getting along ok down the hill, but there is this uphill.” It’s a rolling route. The uphill did slow me down but I made it to the next descent. By the end of that, I was moving more like a runner, and less like an arthritis sufferrer. I turned round and proceeded to keep running…amazingly to the entire end of the run. And as many of you would predict. After the run, my legs felt slightly improved. I KNOW this happens and I KNOW thats why I do recovery runs. Oddly before them, anything but running always seems like the “Smarter move”
Saw the coach briefly last night and he kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Well, imagine that” I tried to negotiate some increases in my workouts this week, but got no where, so it looks to be a light week…
Whew. Long run. I had 12 miles on the docket. Now. 12 is kind of a mid distance and it isn’t that long. My issue was that I’ve kinda been slacking on the long run. The last Sunday I was on an airplane, so no long run. The previous sunday I was supposed to be running 10 miles. I ran 6.2 my excuse. I was in Nigeria. really of all my excuses, this one was pretty good. I suspect also that the hotel treadmill was not exactly tuned, so who knows if I ran 10K or 2 K. The week before that I ran 8 miles. Soooo….I was going from 8 miles, with 2 weeks of laziness in-between, to 12 miles.
Add in my massive exhaustion from my trip/travel/back to work…and I was kind of feeling a little DOOMED.
Oddly when I awoke my legs were feeling- dare I say- “better” Not at 100% normal, but thankfully not as bad as they had felt on Friday. I started running and was thinking about the relationship advice that my coach had given me the other day. (He really wants me to have a nice boyfriend, and I’m not opposed to that either. ha.) He was trying to tell me not to settle, and he said, “You know there’s a guy out there who won’t mind that you love to run long…” So…as I started my run today (which isn’t that long) I kept thinking…”Do I love this?” “I’m not so sure I love this…”
So I started. For the first half mile I felt “OK” I was sort of relieved that I did feel OK because lately I have not felt that good. Getting up the hill that catches at the start of this route pretty much took that “OK” feeling away. Oh that hill- it’s super short and then immediately descends, but whoa it got my legs. Undeterred I ran on, expecting to take a few walk breaks- somewhere in the second mile. Somehow I managed to just run until Mile 3.3 where my water is always stashed on this route. I took a few sips and then commenced to run up another hill. What was unusual and completely strange about this run was that my legs really didn’t quit. They did not feel good at ALL. If you know the feeling- it was a quads are all ripped up and trying to heal and I’m pounding them again feeling. So my brain kept thinking, ok…legs are about to walk. And yet the legs kept running. My mind was kind of not in tune with the legs at all.
My Mind looked like this…. but my legs…
just kept running. And hurting but running none the less. (I was wearing some clothing though, unlike this woman.)
This is a really odd situation. It occurred through the whole run. My only thought is that I must be developing better endurance.
Not the best run ever, but certainly better than anticipated.
Never listen to your brain when running. Apparently the legs are where it’s at.
So I did Swim/run/swim/run on tuesday.
Wednesday I ran 4 miles. It did not go super well. To start with my garmin died mid run.
Luckily it stopped working at mile 2.6 in a 4 mile run. It was an out and back. So to do the correct distance, all I had to do was “go back”. My time was just all messed up. The garmin recorded a 2 miler, a 5 mile and a 6 miler for all at the same time. I know I ran 4. Just don’t know how fast or slow.
Thursday was speed work. Unfortunately, I was EXTREMELY tired on Wednesday. I suppose it was Jet Lag catching up to me.
(No, I have not recently flown Air Nigeria..the company with one of the worst safety records ever, they’ve gone out of business!)
I slept in and attempted to do the speed workout in the afternoon. BY the afternoon…I was STILL exhausted.
I did manage one of my two mile repeats at the prescribed pace. Couldn’t bring myself to do a second or third.
I sighed and went to the coach. He handed me a book he wanted me to read, and I confessed that I was really tired. He looked terribly disappointed. Ah well…I went home and collapsed.
Today I did my bigger brick workout. 1 hour cycle (ended up at 15.8 miles) and a 6mile run. I was dreading this. It got done well, however, just really slowly. I was pleased and relieved.
Reported back to coach via the email.
got this in return:
The speed will return you will see a shift soon in how you feel.