2015 Firehouse 5K -Recap

After 3 years of running this race, I can say with absolute certainty that moving my long run to Thursday was the best decision ever. Not just because it turned out to be a great run but because per usual, I feel a little broken after this race. Yesterday’s easy, hoped for 6 turned into a slow, limping crawl for 4 miles. But I still love this race! 🙂The race touts itself as the toughest 5K in the county. Not sure if that’s true but it’s the toughest 5K I have run. So of course that means I have had to run it 3 years in a row. The course starts at the firehouse then runs .5 mile on the street before hitting the trails and heading up for 2 miles before heading back to the street and returning to the firehouse.

My mom and I were planning on spending the day in SLO afterwards so we headed out in the morning. I had picked up my packet the day before and parking was a breeze. We’ve parked in the same spot the last 3 years. 🙂 She stayed in the car where it was warm and I headed to the start line. The morning was kind of chilly so I wore a long sleeved layer over my tank. I would later regret that. A lot. I ran into an old coworker so we chatted for a bit. The starting line is under a large flag hanging from the ladder truck and the mayor blows the truck horn to start the race. I was super relaxed going into this race and that may have given me some problems. I started way too far back in the pack and had trouble getting out of a cluster in the beginning. The mountain starts with a series of switchbacks on the trail that usually slows to a single file walk. I was prepared for this but not for how crowded it was farther back. I passed people when I could but was hung up a few times. Once out of the switchbacks we had more single file climbing to do. The top is kind of a false summit so after reaching the top, there was still a little more up. I finally got past a few people and was looking forward to cranking it on the way down. I love running down a mountain. 🙂

But I got hung up again! I had to bob and weave to get around people and it just took longer. 😦 I ran past a teenage boy who I thought was going to fall off the side of the trail, he was wobbling so much. I started to wonder if I was gonna have to help him. Once past him, I ran on down to the bottom and back up another hill. Once again, I was stuck. I was behind another teenage boy who had no concept of pacing himself. He would haul ass for 30 feet and then just stop. Every time I got past him, he would sprint to pass me and then just stop. Finally I just sprinted past him and kept going. We had one last trail downhill and I was able to pass a few more people. I was sucking air, seriously thirsty and so hot. I pushed for the last .5 mile and crossed back under the big flag. First 5K of the year done!Apparently I should have pushed a little harder, I finished in 33:56. My slowest time on this course. Waah. I said I was relaxed but that still stung a bit. Oh well, I still love this course and careening downhill so it was an awesome morning! Starting so far back and getting hung up a few times probably contributed to the extra time but in reality it was only a minute off my best outing on that course. The race is always well staffed and has volunteers at every point making sure no one makes a wrong turn. Other than some interesting trail etiquette I observed, I only had one issue with the race this year. Water. Or lack thereof. In the past 2 years, there was a water station at the junction where the road meets the trail. You would pass it on the way in and on the way back out. It wasn’t there this year and it hadn’t been mentioned anywhere. I ran without water since I thought it would be there. Boo.

All in all, I still love this race. Even though, it still hurts to move today. My calves are pissed. There was no way I was able to do my long run yesterday. Knowing that I had already done it was kind of awesome. 🙂

Ever run a trail race? Or a race without aid stations?

How do you get past people who just don’t want to move?

I Needed That

I really, really needed that.

If you’ve been along for the ride awhile, you may have heard me mention a time or a million that my stomach and I don’t get along. Also that it’s been a rough 10 months, stomach wise. That roughness carried over into my running and things slowed down. I was so gung-ho to set PR’s in 2014 and it just didn’t happen. Even though I finally accepted that and moved on, a part of me was still frustrated. Also with doctors but that’s another story.

While I have trained pretty consistently this year, I am still not where I was before my flare. Walk breaks have become a part of run, long or short, slow or fast. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with walking, heck I look forward to those breaks on most runs. But long runs stressed me out. I don’t know if I hid it well or not but I was beginning to dread long runs. I felt like I was moving so slow and that I walked too often but just couldn’t seem to pick it up.Beyond that I have a serious mental block when it comes to long runs past 10 miles. I love half marathons but double-digit slow runs by myself? Umm, not so much. I have done one 12 mile run outside of a race. One- and it took me 2.5 hours. Actually it might have been longer but I’ve blocked it out, I am pretty sure I walked the last 2 miles. So when I saw so many 12-16 milers on my training schedule, I had a mini freak out. And I haven’t run a single one. Once again I topped out at 10 for most of the runs. Which was noticeable in Wine Country when I hit a wall at 10. Did that make me go out and run 12 the next weekend? No. Then my doctor changed my diet pretty drastically and I missed 2 long runs in a row. Crap. I knew I could not miss another with SLO being so close.

While I am looking forward to my 5k race tomorrow, it is one that I know leaves me super sore. So sore that I knew banking on a 10-12 mile run with a fast finish on Sunday was probably foolish. Because work was a little crazy this week and I worked longer days on Monday and Tuesday and couldn’t leave the building on Wednesday and Friday, my boss said she was going to try and let me leave a little early on Thursday. This sparked an idea but I wasn’t fully committed. A small part of me thought I could move my long run to Thursday instead. My 5K race is not a PR race but more for fun, so I figured if I was a little tired for it that was fine. But I was still on the fence about if I even wanted to run that many miles after working all day. Or if I even could. I got off an hour early so I headed to the lake to run a few laps. My stomach was the crankiest it’s been since I started this new diet, but then I had cheated the day before. I also wasn’t dressed for a long run. I wasn’t wearing compression socks nor a 10+ mile sports bra. Yes, I have different sports bras I wear depending on the length of the run. If I did run long I was going to split it. 7-8 miles at the lake and then I was going to head to the river path for the remainder. My mother was thinking about meeting me for the second part. So, in other words, I wasn’t expecting much and anticipating another Slacker moment.

I warmed up with my usual slow first mile before picking it up. Miles 2 and 3 clocked in at 9:57 and 10:10. So not long run pace. I should have been aiming for 10:45-11:15. I went out too fast, there was no way I was maintaining. I was irritated with myself and doubting that I would even follow through with driving to the river path. Then my mother texted that she wasn’t going to make it. There went that motivation to follow through. Ok fine, I was just going to run until I was tired or my stomach rebelled, I figured 6 miles tops. Around mile 6, I noticed that I was still running. As in, I hadn’t taken a single walk break. Not one and I felt pretty good. Huh? I did stop for a bathroom break but decided to just keep running after that. Mile 7 and I was running. Mile 8 still running. Mile 9, more running. Still no walk breaks. I was starting to think I might actually pull this off. Miles 9, 10, and 11 all came in at 10:00 or under. Did you see that 11?!?! I cleared 10 miles on a long run!!!!!! I wanted to throw a party and celebrate but I was surrounded by strangers! I stopped my Garmin at 11 and walked the 3/4 of a mile back to my car.

Dudes, I ran the whole thing- no walking breaks!! Who am I? And 11 miles at that pace and not racing?! I know it’s not much by some standards but for me and the past year, I was stoked. It also reinforced that consistent training works and does pay off even if you don’t see it immediately. I was seriously beginning to doubt I could even hit double digits after the last few weeks. I was feeling rough and not confident in my running ability at all. I had chalked my last race up to being a fluke and was mentally preparing myself for a rough race in a few weeks. I didn’t know how badly I needed a long run- a good, long run. Until I pulled it off. 🙂 Bring it on SLO!

Lapping the lake so many times, I passed a few people multiple times. I was wearing a tank that says “I hate running” and that was getting a few comments. 🙂 I passed one pair of older ladies multiple times. They said something to me once but I didn’t quite catch it. Another 2 times past them and they stopped me. One asked how many I was doing because I had to be near 20. I wish! I said that I was aiming for 11 miles and only had 3/4 of a mile to go. I passed them again on the cool down walk and they said good job. 🙂

I still want to do a little happy dance when I think about yesterday’s run. Training works, who knew? I think I need to get this McMillan plan laminated for future use. Haha. Now I should probably get some sleep, I have a mountain to run up in the morning. 🙂

How do you feel about long runs?

Who is racing this weekend?

What was your last great run?

Wear and Tear

Happy hump day!!

The weather man was predicting 100% chance of rain on Tuesday and while I highly doubted it, I moved my easy run to Monday evening anyways. Tuesday did dawn rainy and it poured for a bit but just a bit. It was sunny and clear by early afternoon. Boo. We needed more rain than that.

Running on Mondays always feels harder than it should. It’s probably all in my head but I feel like I put out more effort and get less back. My mom wanted to walk so I headed to the river path to meet up with her. I walked with her for most of the first mile before running on. She had a meeting to get to so she was turning back early. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to run yet. It was also my third run in my new shoes. The run turned out to be a little too fast to be easy. Oops! I wasn’t paying much attention to my pace and took a couple of short walking breaks when I needed to. I had just finished mile 3 and noticed someone about 1/4 mile ahead who looked like my mom. Huh? I thought she had turned around long ago. Either I was moving faster than I thought or she had slowed down. Turns out, it was a little bit of both. She had done a ton of yard work that day and was feeling super sore. I slowed and chatted with her a bit before running ahead to finish out 4 miles for the day. The temp was dropping and my ears were freezing. Had it not been for that I would have run more. My ears are my weak spot, once they are a cold, I turn into a big baby.

As I stretched out, I noticed that my new shoes are already dirty. What gives?! They have less than 20 miles on them! In other thoughts, how do I kick myself right there?

Do you see that spot? Not the best picture.

I think running a 25K and 2 half marathons in the last 65 days has caught up with my feet. Oh and training for half marathon #3 of the year in 18 days added to that. I think my one toe will never be the same. It can’t decide if it wants to lose or keep a toenail, for now it has 2. The same toe on the other foot is losing it’s nail per usual as well. Yesterday I discovered a giant blister/ callus on my left heel. How did I miss that? I am trying to determine how much of it is from the consistent (for me) training and how much is from the new shoes. Urrrgh.

I am so glad it’s Thursday. How has your week been?

How do your feet fare during training?

Weekend plans?

Strike 2

And another missed long run. If we are counting, I have not run long in 16 days. SLO is 20 days away. And yet, I am not freaking out.

I had great intentions with my long run this weekend but I also had great intentions with a lot of things this past weekend. What do they say about intentions? For some reason I made quite the weekend to-do list without taking some things into account. Like I worked Saturday morning. I wanted to spend 2+ hours at the movies. Easter was Sunday. Oh and I am a Slacker. I accomplished maybe half of I wanted to do this weekend. Better than nothing right?

After getting home from work on Saturday I headed out for the scheduled easy run. While the overall pace looks easy, the run was kind of erratic. I started out walking with my mom and then I would run ahead and double back. Except that didn’t always work. Every now and then I would lose her somehow and have to run like hell to catch up. I did one hill loop backwards with the hope of catching her at the bottom after that loop but no luck, she was already more than halfway up it. I’ve never run that side of the hill but I gave it my best. Halfway up I needed a short walk break before resuming running. I lost her one other time towards the end too when she switched streets on me. I ended up spotting her though an alley and again had to haul. I loved the walk breaks when I caught up with her. 🙂 So let’s call it easy meets fartlek training? 6.5 miles done.I did spend the evening at the movies. I am a sucker for the Fast and Furious movies so I dragged my mother with me to see Furious 7. Yes, it was totally over the top and borderline ridiculous but I still loved it. I only got a little teary eyed. We lucked out with fresh and hot popcorn and I disregarded all dietary rules. It’s not like I go to the movies all that often. 🙂

Sunday dawned and after a week of rough sleep, and not getting to sleep before 1 the night before, I was looking forward to sleeping in. I woke up at 8. Seriously?! I briefly thought about going for my run but really wanted to fall back asleep. I stayed in bed until 9 when I gave up on the sleeping in. Kimi was happy though, she loves when I sleep longer. So one of us was happy. 🙂

I knew we were having family dinner for Easter so I needed to run before that. The time came to get a 10-12 mile run in and I just wasn’t feeling it. I kept putting it off. First 10 minutes then 20 and so on. I finally decided that I would head out for an easy 6 and call it good for the day. But even that didn’t happen. My uncle dropped by for a surprise visit. Family trumps running, right? After that we enjoyed a yummy dinner and there was no way I was running after that. So long run fail.

But I am actually ok with it. Something in me just wasn’t feeling it this week and I decided to listen to that little voice. Yes, that re-confirms my Slacker status. That being said I cannot miss my long run this coming weekend. Plus all the stuff I didn’t get done last weekend. Oh and I have a race! First 5K in 5 months. And it’s gonna kick my ass. I am so looking forward to it!!

Happy Monday! Can that even be a thing?

What was the last movie you saw?

Ever missed 2 long runs in a row?

8 into the Wall

Ooof, it’s been a long week. And I have 2 more days of work to get through, wah. Ok, now 1 since I fell asleep before finishing this last night.

I knew going into this dietary change that the first few weeks were going to be rough. I just didn’t realize how tired I was going to feel. This is a new level of tired. In some ways the adjustment is going easier than I thought but I know it will take a few weeks to figure things out and get in the flow. I’d like to try to give it some more time before I get into more details, hopefully. I’m anxious about how it will go over for some reason.

Last week we hit the 90’s a few times and this week we have had some crazy wind going on. I left work on Wednesday and was treated to 35 mph winds. Which might be nothing to someone else but is about 16x the normal for around here. I was glad I wasn’t running until Thursday. Plus, Thursdays’ run was making me anxious so putting it off was a little bit of denial. Thursday was the rescheduling of Tuesday’s speed work. 8 miles on tap- 2 mile warm up, 4 miles at half marathon pace, 2 mile cool down. Say what?! 8 miles mid-week was the first part that made me anxious. Luckily I had a half day on Thursday, so that was kind of awesome. As for half marathon pace miles, I have never intentionally set out to run those paces in a run outside of a race. When I cut back on the speed work in March due to my hamstring issues the only workouts I missed or abbreviated were tempos or intervals. This was the first time pace miles were on the schedule. Plus being so tired and basically under-fueled made me nervous. I am all for running on an empty stomach but it’s been a very light few days- calorie wise. I wasn’t even sure I could hit those paces right now.

While the idea of lapping the lake numerous times didn’t thrill me, I headed to the lake path after work to get in the miles. I parked on the backside so I could have easy access to my car. I treated it like an aid station. I left my water in the car and had some string cheese in case I needed a snack. Mile 1 felt tough but manageable but I was still thinking of only doing an easy 5. I was feeling better in mile 2 so I decided to stick to the original plan. Mile 3 felt hard but not too bad, 9:13 wasn’t where I needed to be but it was pretty damn close. I was trying to not look at my watch while running and just judge by how I felt. Mile 4 felt similar to 3 but clocked in faster at 8:56. I was feeling pretty good but had to detour to the restrooms. Another plus about running at the lake.Starting mile 5, I was still feeling pretty good and starting to think I was going to pull this off. Seeing 9:05 when it buzzed was pretty cool. I was still only looking at my watch when it buzzed the lap splits. Mile 6 was a whole other story. I have no idea what happened. I felt like I was putting out the same effort and running the same pace but I happened to glance at my watch and I saw a 10:00 lap pace. What?!

I had walked slightly more in the beginning of the mile because I had to dodge around a large crowd of people in the park. No matter what I did, I just could not get the lap pace down. I felt like I was running through sand and my legs just wanted to stop moving. Then as I neared my car again, I noticed a truck parked length wise behind it blocking it in. What the hell? I stopped a bit away to see what was going on and instead of hitting pause, I hit the damn lap button. Ugh. Turns out the truck was just a city worker replacing the doggie bags in the dispenser. I then ran on, trying to hit my pace for what I thought was left in that mile. Didn’t happen.

Pace miles done, all I had left was the cool down. The rest of mile 7 still felt hard and sluggish. Mile 8 felt much better. I had a delusional moment during 8 where I briefly considered trying to run my 12 miler right then. Luckily sanity kicked in and I finished with 8. Miles 6 and 7 kicked my ass and I was considering more? I walked back to my car using the fitness equipment along the way to stretch.

So, I hit pace for 3 of the 4 HMP miles. Not too bad. I really wish I would have hit the 4th mile as well but I am still calling it a win. Now I just have to figure out how to get through a 12 miler this weekend without running into the same wall. I think I may slow my pace to a crawl to get through it. Make my goal time on my feet, so even if I have to walk part of it, that’s fine. But we’ll see how it goes.

What about your weekend? Long run or race in the plans?

12 mile crawl or solid 8-10?

How is your weather?