7 days until the Bayshore Marathon.
Am I excited? Well yeah.
I started what can only be called “extreme tapering” this week.
It feels great, which is not exactly how I have felt on a taper before. Usually I feel kind of anxious, and sort of antsy.
This week, so far I feel GOOD.
I started to dream again.
Which while it isn’t exactly proven science….seems to indicate that I may be getting more appropriate sleep. For most of this training cycle, I’ve been sleeping very well…and assumed that even if I didn’t remember dreaming that I was. But in the last 2 months before this week, I had started to suffer some insomnia and also trouble staying asleep. So yesterday night when I woke up after dreaming about an auto crash…I was a bit disturbed about the crash and then realized indeed I had been dreaming. Whoo Hooo!
My running has started to feel good again. I had not realized how miserable I had felt but even now I approached each run this week with a bit of skepticism, and a small bit of fear. ”Can I do this? will it hurt? Will the time be unbearably slow?”
As is common for taper, my speed has increased slightly, and indeed, I CAN do it and it typically does not hurt. I’m still nervous.
Of course this is all coming with Bubbling enthusiasm.
but I need to temper that enthusiasm with some caution.
I’m still not extremely fit. I did miss one long run in there. I’ve got an ongoing issue apparently with my achilles in my left. This event will be LONG and likely after about 13-16 miles it will becomes kind of painful.
SO I’m kind of trying to temper that Taper enthusiasm with reality. Yes I feel good. When I run4 miles it feels great. 4 miles does not make a marathon. 6 repeats of 4 miles still does not make a marathon.
So….we’ll see what I do.
And I’m still enthusiastic!
I’m not really ready.
I’ve been bad about blogging my progress lately. I am not sure why. In part because I’ve had some troubles with training and in part, just because I’m tired, and I don’t feel I have the time.
I did my last long run several weeks ago. a 20 miler. I think I blogged about it.
I was supposed to do 18 last week, but failed. and this week, I hit 10 at a slower than desired pace.
This week starts a true taper week…whoo!
Went to bed really early yesterday and am oddly feeling loads better. I didn’t sleep wonderfully. I woke up at 1 am and again at 4 am and again at 6. But the fact remains that I had to WAKE so I actually got some sleep.
I looked in the mirror this morning and noted that I looked kind of thinner, which was odd. So I got on the scale and the weight that had seemingly arrived 2 weeks ago. bam is gone. 4 pounds overnight. Guess I was retaining water. I never thought this was a real thing.
I pulled my hip flexor doing a bit of treadmill walking. :(
Coach time tonight, which I need. More for the refocusing and the reaffirmation. I do really appreciate how good he is for me, and how well he is able to work with me and tolerate my strangeness.
Whew. I have to go to the club house where the coach lives, which is like in a series on mansions. Nervous.
This whole week has been a bust for me.
I don’t really like running that much, which is rare and unusual.
My body feels very hormonal which does not help things.
Monday I had a rest day.
Tuesday I had problems getting out of bed. Post massage I said I’m gonna go run…Massage Therapist, said “No you aren’t” Coach agreed with MT.
Wednesday I finally got it together after work to run 3 miles. I tried out my new hydration pack which worked great.
Thursday was a rest day. I was going to do Tuesdays workout, but I admit, It was pouring, I felt HORRIBLE. My hydration pack had given me a very sore back. So I took the rest day.
Friday was speed work. I did instead a 30 minute spin and a 1 mile run. Saturdays workout which was supposed to be a 30 min spin and a 4 mile run.
Today I tried to run 18 and ran 3. yeah. that’s like 18.
I then went to the gym. Saw that my coach was present. I foam rolled like a mad woman, and eventually ran into the coach, really I was kind of hoping to see him.
Eventually he came roaring in from a swim/run in the rain and was kind enough to see my intense distress. He sat down with me and we talked for a long time. He eventually pinned down that I was actually feeling a lot of fear about my 50 miler. I have had a lot of questions, “Can I really do it…how will I manage to do it” etc etc etc. Once I realized that I was just really terrified, I kind of calmed myself. He also pointed out that the last 2 weeks involved a great deal of travel, “good stress”, and difficult weather.
He then took my temperature, essentially, declared me sick and told me I could not race the night 5K that I had planned with a friend. I said, “Oh she is gonna be upset.” He said, well, I’ll tell her, I said you couldn’t. You can’t. If you do, you will hurt yourself, and everything you have been training for. He never says NO, so I dutifully texted her, and gave my Bib to another very eager participant.
Now at home on the couch, I do feel pretty lousy- hot/cold/ exhausted.
Tomorrow is another day.
What I really want is about 2 weeks off to “recover” from my training. I just feel so AWFUL!
I’m still a bit surprised and miffed that I did not have a PR. In fact, I ran the worst time that I have run in a half since March 2012.
There were some challenges, and all in all it ended up being alright.
To start with this race was maybe more of an opportunity for us to get to know each other, So that may have distracted me a bit, and the short taper of about 7 days after running a very difficult 20 miler may have also had something else to do with it.
So we drove down, hit the expo, which was not huge, but a very nice expo by all accounts. The best part was that they did have free KT taping- at the 26.2 with Donna they had a booth and were charging 5.00 a strip. (and 15-20 is the usual charge down here in Florida for a Professional KT tape job.) So, I got taped up. I’m not 100 percent sold on how the guy taped it but, well…he’s a pro, and he wasn’t my usual, so I am sure it was helpful. I also met the pacers for the race. The 2:10 dude was not the most friendly, but the 2:20 guy seemed to be just a genuinely nice person. You could tell 2:20 was not in his normal running realm,(well maybe for a marathon) and I did appreciate that he did not act condescending towards my goals, which was a 2:10, 2:15 or 2:20. (none of which I hit, sadly).
Afterwards, we hit up Tony Packo’s as one of the very sweet ladies at the expo had stated that there was Spatzel there. I don’t get a lot of opportunities to try out Hungarian food, so I was pretty stoked. Especially because Tony Packo’s is really famous from the television show M*A*S*H .
Sadly Packo’s was a slight disappointment. We got there, the menu was tiny, really tiny. I went for the only thing on it that looked race tolerable- which was Chicken Paprikash our waitress gave us the blank look when we asked about spatzel. Then..oddly the Paprikash was served with spatzel. SO thumbs down on waitress. Plus thumbs down on green beans from a can! I do wonder about the hot dogs- if they are perhaps particularly good, but hot dogs smothered in chili are usually bad choices the day before the race.
Post Packo’s we checked into the hotel and were entertained by
Then we stayed up fairly late (for me) just chatting and getting to know each other, and as runner people are wont to do, demonstrating various exercises across the hotel floor.
I probably should have gone to sleep earlier as I was also rather tired from the flight, but…well…I’m actually thinking that the staying up was more fun than a PR. (sacrilege I know!)
So morning came really early, as I had a load of trouble sleeping anyway. We rolled out and had breakfast, and I saw all the pacers getting ready at our hotel as well. It was the first time I’d seen pacers with the time goal stuck on the back of their shirt as well as their sign.
Then we drove over to the stadium. Spent some time hanging out. We discussed if my faster friend should pace me or run with me. I really did not want to hold anyone back and in the end he went and ran his own race, which given the weather, and my own poor performance made me super happy! He had a good race and that made me happier!
Eventually we lined up for the race, I placed myself as far back as I could in the 10mm group- which turned out to be my first small error. Fritz went up front somewhere. They had one of the runners sing the National Anthem, and a moment of silence for the Boston Bombings. It was a bit touching. In addition there was a plane flying over with the American Flag and the date of the Boston event. At that moment, I think all of us in the back of the pack felt very connected. Eventually we started…with the usual stop start that the back of the pack experiences. It was kind of funny because I was standing beside a guy doing his first race and as soon as we started to move forward, he tapped me on the shoulder and was saying”We’re starting, we’re starting!!!! No time for photos!” (I as taking a picture of this. Well of course there was time for photos. It took about 2-5 minutes to get to the start line.
And then we started. It was crowded. People were running but I realized they actually were not running remotely my pace. By placing myself so far back I was in a sea of 12 mm people. I loved them. However, I also felt like a bull in a China shop because I was passing folks left and right- which also had me a bit worried…I eventually found the 2:20 pacer and ran with him for a bit. he was again super supportive. Was chatting along with all of the runners around him- which was nice, as the 4:40 pacer who was running along side of him seemed to be focused only on his buddies. Pacers should realize those who choose to run with pacers do so for the interaction and encouragement. So chatting among only yourself and not being inclusive doesn’t enhance the race experience for the folks who are being paced. Mr. 2:20 seemed to have gotten that. He talked to me for a bit, then interacted with several other people around him. He seemed genuinely interested in his whole little group. In hindsight, I should have stuck with him.
This was probably at about mile 3. I started to warm up, and feel pretty good so I started to like, actually, run. I was doing about a 10:16 pace which was my goal. so I eventually passed up the 2:20 pace group and then for a bit there I seemed to be right with the 2:10 pace group which makes me think either they were “off” or I was going very speedily.
I forgot to mention. It rained. So very wet race.
At mile 5 I glanced down at the Garmin and noted that I was at 5.09 miles and had been for a “while”. This is a bad sign for me. after another while the watch just went blank. Combination of some charging issues and also the rain. I added NEW FREAKING GARMIN to my list. This is the second time this has occurred in a race and it usually causes me to have pacing issues and a general feeling of disorientation. Which is what happened.
I decided then and there though to be positive. I thought if I stayed between the 2 pace groups I could do alright. and I did for quite some time. I have to admit the rain sort of continually got heavier and heavier. I was so impressed at the people of Toledo who came and stood in that cold rain. Standing and getting chilled is NO fun, so THANK YOU TOLEDO!!!!! I did appreciate them!
At mile 8-9 someone kind of stopped and LAY DOWN on the course. So I stopped for just a few minutes. the 2:10 pacer who had been right on my heels called for actual help, and they came on bikes. I then ran on, feeling now very stiff and cold. The 2:20 pace group simply blew by me at that time. They seemed to be going super duper fast all of a sudden. I could not catch them though I tried. I am still rather annoyed as I had no Garmin and at what I now know to be about mile 11.25 I went by an aid station and this lady was yelling repeatedly ”only 2 more miles” right. yeah. lady. Come on now.
At mile 12 I started to see the elites coming through with their bike escorts. They looked fabulous! As I went to enter the stadium, my friend stepped up and jogged with me. I was not feeling great and I actually though I’d be running a 2:40, so I was kind of deflated and still feeling disoriented. But having him meet me, made me feel a bit more perky. There is nothing like running a wet cold race and knowing at the time that I wasn’t going to make my goal time and having someone meet me and not care one bit that I was so off time, it really put a smile on my face.
At this race you enter the football arena and are on the jumbotron! I didn’t really note any of that as I was soaked to the bone and chilled. I got my medal, and a warming blanket and went about for a bit and finally got out my cell and realized they wouldn’t let my friend back in the stadium. So on to the exit. At the exit, they handed up a custom “frosty” beer mug. It’s actually quite nice and useful (unlike the medal, which is nice but not useful.) we wandered through the post race event, but decided quickly that warm showers were a better idea than cold beer in the rain.
Hot showers were had. Then a muddling around for an appropriate lunch, and then some touring around Michigan and I was on a plane back to Florida (where it is now also raining. Yay.) On our way to check out of the hotel I ran into Mr. 2:20 again and he asked how I did. I had to admit my 2:26. oh well! He was again super nice and cheerful.
So I was so not thrilled with my time at this race. Despite that, it is a good race! It is essentially flat. Goes through some nice neighborhoods where loads of spring trees were blooming. There were aid stations ALL over the place. It seemed like every 1.5 miles. Local folks turned out fairly well- especially considering the weather. The Pace groups were quite good. The Gatorade was mixed in a strong way, I may have preferred it to be a bit more watered down. No issues with traffic on the course. The finish was fun. Locals running the race were also friendly and fun. They were fascinated that I had come from Florida for this! So would I do it again? Yes, I’d be interested if it were to be at the right time.
I’l add some photos tonight.
Called for another 3 miler. I decided to play it smart, and also to be a bit lazy.
I did it in the pool.
I just did not want to get up super early. Afternoons now in the Sunshine state are generally REALLY warm.
So pool it was.
I think actually it was a good good smart idea. My Ankle has been so jacked up. Over the last week it has started to show some improvement, and I would like to keep it on the improving side of things. So to that note, I decided to do a course of Motrin, over several days to help with residual inflammation, and to rest it a bit.
So smarty pants? Maybe, or Lazy Butt…
Probably a litte wee bit of both.
Yesterday. I ran a 3 mile “Easy” run. I have to admit, I did not run this hard, but I didn’t really run it easy either. I have not been doing a ton of outdoor running in the last two weeks. It’s been Treadmill after treadmill and then one big long run outside. My Garmin reflects that I’ve not done a lot of short runs…if you scroll through the “history section” you will see a smattering of distances…16, 17, 18, 20, 17… nothing like 5, or 3 or 6.
I was actually very anxious starting this run. My ankle has really become quite an issue with me and I just felt like it might not hold up too well. I also did not want to “waste” KT tape on a 3 mile run. The stuff is expensive.
The first quarter mile was difficult. My leg did feel pretty bad, but it started to loosen up and be less painful after that. In the end, the run went pretty darn well. The time on it wasn’t quite what I want but at the same time, it wasn’t bad. If I were to run this pace through the half, I would not feel horrible, though, I admit, I would also probably not be thrilled in the end.
What hurts is oddly the Calcaneus. the BONE, the thing that looks like a ball sticking out there. It hurts like crazy and has some mid swelling.
After getting through the run and realizing that things were not that bad, I somehow decided to empower myself a bit, and realized that I could do a course of Motrin for the next week, as prophylactic. It does actually hurt, I’m not really into pain medication, but I am thinking that if I can help reduce the inflammation for 4 days before the race, this will help. NOW…I have to remember to take the stuff…
It is a Taper week.
I had quite the day because I had to go to the Dentist. My Dentist is assigned to me by the company. I have to admit, I was as usual, disappointed in the fakeness of the Dentist. They tend not to tell the truth. He attempted to slide by the fact that his office staff had made an error in refusing to see me with out a card. I found it funny because his office staff were completely honest about it saying, “that wasn’t right, someone made an error…”
Anyway I do need a root canal. Not because my dental hygiene is awful, but because an old filling broke. Good News is that the smarmy dentist does not do root canals. They have a specialist who does it. He evaluated me and was LOVELY. SO sometime in June..I get to have a horrifying experience.
Aftr that, I did have enough time to go do a 30 minute swim. Whoo Hoo.
Our weather is very not typical for the sunshine state.
I have to admit, while I woke up feeling stiff and sore, by the afternoon, I am noting that my legs are feeling a little bit more springy..maybe this small taper will work. Maybe I will be able to run…Maybe. Wanting to see/hear from the coach man…they went away cave diving this weekend and while I know he’s got to do what he had to do…I still have some races to run, and I admit, I am dependent….I don’t want him to perish in a cave, even if he is OK with it…
the plan said run 2 miles at a 5K pace.
I didn’t do that.
I ran 2.75 miles and none of it was at my 5K PR pace. It was, however, very challenging to me.
So I walked a half a mile at a higher incline and then took the incline down a bit and started to jog. When I hit one mile I upped the speed to about a 10:30 mile. WHich really isn’t that fast. I started to sweat and sweat.
They say that you either sweat a lot when you are very unfit, because your body can’t process the over heating, AND also when you are very fit, because your body has figured out, hey, I am about to get hot. Not sure which one I am.
Anyway, I bumped up the speed to 10:20 mile and did that for a bit and then finally to a 10:10.
then I just finished. It was suggested by someone on daily mile that I needed to stretch, so I did actually stretch and foam roll. and to be honest, I think that was an awesome suggestion. I found so many painful little spots and such. Once I was done, I did feel better.
I’m really feeling awful. I feel like those Pop em biscuits.
I’m working on lessening the aggravation. My coach says, “I think it’s just training” but it just has to eventually get better, I swear it. After doing a little bit of research, I may have a small bit of ankle impingement with a bit of tendon aggravation. So I need to ice and rest it, but it’s hard to rest.
As I run the ankle kind of loosens and the faster I go the less it hurts, but still….I want it to GO AWAY.
Big race for me this weekend. Coach feels differently. He says he just wants me to get out there and see how things are. I’ve not really “raced” since December, though I did do some half marathons with the desire to race, but I am not so sure I really raced them…I kind of ran them.
Anyway, I don’t have a big taper so I am sucking the taper up and trying to focus on things like work. Work so gets in the way.
Cycle one hour.
and that is all I did Feeling pretty exhausted, so the goal will now be to get as much REST and recovery until the half this weekend