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Big Sur Marathon Training-Week 12

Last week was better… of sorts.

Mother nature decided to rain fury down upon us last week and try to make up for months of doubt.  And yes I meant to spell it like that.

The storm started Tuesday and stayed until Friday morning.   There were mudslides, rocks down, trees down, flooding, too many car accidents and just chaos.  The damn river (of the river path) rose so fast overnight Wednesday that there ended up being 10 swift water rescues on Thursday. 10!  I went to work and I went home, that was it.

I am sure I did other things last week but the rain is the only thing that sticks in my mind besides the running, ha!  So let’s just get to it.

Monday- 3.1 miles I tried to get in a few miles before the storm.   I don’t recall much about the miles but I pulled some decent paces for miles 2 and 3 looking back so it had to be a decent run, right?😜

Tuesday- Thursday- Nada– See opening above.  Unless white knuckled driving counts.

Friday- Rest The sun came out so I took my gear to work to run after we closed.  At least that was the plan.   I got something in my eye and could not get it out.   I tried eye drops, taking out my contacts, nothing worked.   I finally gave up and just went straight home.

Saturday- 3.1 miles 5K shakeout, I had lots of miles planned for Sunday and I wanted to get the legs moving after so many days off.  This run actually felt pretty dang good.  In fact at one point, I felt like I was powering up a hill impressively.  Of course I couldn’t see myself, so I have no idea if that was true or not.  🤣

Sunday- Tent City Half Marathon/ 5 miles = 18 miles total  Surprise! Half marathon #30 went down on Sunday.  At the butt crack of dawn… nope pre-dawn.  In the freakin’ cold.  Race recap to come.  😀

The plan called for 19 miles so after some food and a nap I headed out in the afternoon to complete another 6 miles.  Oh my misery.  I don’t think I am built for 2 a days anymore.  I liked them during my last marathon cycle- this time not so much.  I never found a rhythm or settled into a decent pace.  I dragged ass for 5 miles and knew adding another mile would likely do more harm than good so I just headed for home knowing I would fall short.  But 18 is nothing to frown at right??

24.4 miles for the week.   Better than the last two weeks!!!

How was your week?

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Big Sur Marathon Training-Week 10

Oh, week 10, why you gotta play me like that?

If I ever train for another marathon, I swear I may skip week 10.  Just go from week 9 to week 11, you know like they skip floor 13 for some high rises?  Week 10 is cursed to be a hot mess.  During San Francisco training, week 10 was the breaking point with Hanson’s and I spent the last weeks just trying to hang on and get through the race without making my leg worse.

This time- I managed to hurt everything.   Right shin. Left shin.   Pulled a left groin muscle.  Popped/ pulled something on the right side of my back.   Oh and had a panic attack on the side of the road.    As for running?  I pulled off a whopping, crawling 15.75 miles last week.

So let’s whine talk about what I managed to do-

Tuesday- 1.54 miles I headed to lake path after work, looking forward to bringing it back into play.  The path being back means speed work is an option again and I was looking forward to going back to 4 days a week.  However my legs didn’t get the memo.  I knew right away something was wrong but I was hoping it would go away after a lap of the lake.  My left shin hurt but the scary part was my right shin.  I felt like something was loose under the skin- kind of like the muscle was pulling away from the bone.   It wasn’t getting better, getting worse in fact so I called if after a lap.  Grrr.

Saturday- Rain What do runners in denial of injuries do?  Buy new kicks.

Sunday-   12.55 run/ 1.66 walk The plan called for 18 and that’s what I set out to do.  However between all the rain of the week and all the pains I had been feeling, I was tired and not feeling it but I told myself to get over it.  I forgot my pepper spray and had to turn around to get it.   I had to change my route less than 1/4 mile in as there was a funeral at the cemetery and I try to not run past when there are actual services.   I started out slow and it never got any faster.  I was dragging around mile 7 when a passer-by leaned out their car window and yelled “good job” with a thumbs up.  It gave me a second wind for about 5 minutes but also made me wonder if I looked as rough as I felt.

My legs were aching, my feet felt like they were swelling.  It was 70+* and I was hot.   I was so damn thirsty and I had 2 bottles of water in my pack.  I stopped for a bathroom break around mile 10 and doused my hat and Buff in water.  I kept trying to move faster but I just kept moving through quicksand.  I couldn’t catch my breath and it just got worse.  By mile 11 I was sitting on the side of the road having a freaking panic attack, crying.

I somewhat pulled myself together, ha, called my mom and asked her if she wanted to join me for my last miles so I would have some company.  She said no and told me I should quit and she would come get me and give me a ride.  I was stubborn and said no.   I tried to suck it up and run on.  At mile 12.55, I knew I was being stupid.  My pace was in the toilet and my head still wasn’t right.   I stopped my watch and decided to walk a shorter way home.   That was still almost another 3 miles.  I didn’t make it.  I ended up calling for that ride.

I was so damn irritated with myself for not finishing 18 but I also knew that pushing on would have done more harm than good.  As it was, I was limping, dehydrated and exhausted.  I was done.

Now starts week 11… and I am filled with doubt and lingering muscle pain.  Oh boy.

How was your week?  Tell me something good!

BibRave, Run!, Training

Big Sur Marathon Training-Week 9

Week 9… how is that possible?

Yikes.

Last week was odd.   I had to cover another location for a few hours on Monday, and my tire pressure light was on.  Not cool when you’re driving all over the county and it’s raining.  Oh and I had all my tires checked, rotated balanced the previous week.  Grrrr.   I was supposed to have 2 vacation days due to a tennis trip but it was canceled due to projected rain so I canceled of those vacation days.   The weather was hard to get a handle on as no app or meteorologist could it get it right.  There were other things that added to a very scattered feeling week.    I still feel like I am forgetting something.

Oh and after getting my air checked on Monday, my tires were fine until Sunday when the damn light came on again.  There’s a stinkin’ nail in my tire.

The Plan-

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Life-

Monday -Wednesday- No Running There should have been but there wasn’t and right now I can’t remember if any of the reasons were actually really good reasons for not running.  I know one day work ran really late but as for the others?

Thursday– The vacation day I gave back. Boo.

Friday- 6 miles  The vacation day I kept as a kind of mental health day.  I slept in and headed out for a run in the afternoon.   It looked clear on the weather app but it lied.  It rained off and on the whole run.   I wanted 7-8 miles but I was so damn cold I couldn’t. 6 rainy miles were good for me.

Saturday- 6 AM miles, 11 PM miles-17 miles total  Hit the snooze button a few too many times and I knew I was splitting my run but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.  It was supposed to be 13 AM and 4 PM.  However, again the weather app lied.

I headed out in the AM planning for 13 but my legs were feeling a little sluggish and my stomach was a little off in a weird way.    At mile 4, I rerouted and reversed my middle loop so I would hit the park with the bathrooms around mile 6 instead of mile 10.  All hell broke loose just after mile 5.  It started with a few drops of rain followed by a few more then the skies opened and just dumped buckets of rain and hail.   Girls running a track race down the street past me started screaming, I tried to run for cover as hail was bouncing off cars.   My shoes were drenched with moments as well as both pairs of socks.    I had a choice to make- try to push on or bail.  It was the shoes that decided it for me.  I don’t want a blister with only 8 weeks of training left.  I also knew I’d passed the high school a mile back and my mother had a tennis practice that she was probably canceling too.  I had a small window to hitch a ride.   I called her as I ran for cover under some solar panels dodging giant puddles.

After lunch and a short nap, I headed out to finish my run.  Oh good lord, my legs were not on board.  This was struggle bus from start to finish.  The sun was out but half the miles were in a flippin’ wind tunnel and the other half had zero air movement.  It was a slog.  Nothing hurt, my legs just didn’t want to work and my little break had let me figure out what was wrong with my stomach, a surprise visit of the hormone variety, so my stomach was still not right and I was feeling more fatigue than usual so I just let it ride.   I basically crawled 11 miles.  Ok, it wasn’t that bad it just felt like it.   But I finished it.

Sunday – 3.5 mile trails  Took my shakeout run to the rails.  Went for elevation gain over pace.   Which was my original thought process back when I created my training plan but considering this is week 9 and it’s the first time I got my butt up a mountain- oops.  Every time I’m out on the trails, I remember how much I love getting my shoes dirty.

26.59 miles for the week.   So now if I could just figure out how to get the beginning of the weeks on track. 😛

How was your week?

BibRave, Run!, Training

Big Sur Marathon Training-Week 7

Oh boy was I in a funk last week. I was cranky and moody and just kind of blah.

I kind of crawled into a hole and became an antisocial whiner.  Which is probably better than inflicting my crankiness on all of you but either way it wasn’t a great week.  The odd thing was that I didn’t have a solid reason for the crankiness, I just was in a funk and had to ride it out.    I was hoping I could run out some of that moodiness but that didn’t exactly happen during the week either.  Dude, someone give me a pizza.

I had an ultrasound and chest x-ray on Wednesday to see if that can help figure what is going on with the weird side pain I’ve been having.  Now to wait for the results.

Monday- Rest  I wanted to run but I also thought it might be best to my legs a rest after the weekend of running.    The only thing that’s keeping me from freaking out about my lower mileage this training cycle is that I am stacking my longest runs on Saturdays and Sundays, which outside of my Hanson’s attempt last marathon training cycle is not something I do.   I also haven’t been doing my PT exercises as they aggravate the side/flank pain so I figured rest would be best.

Tuesday- Rest  Should have run but the sudden drop in temp and the 20+ mph winds turned me into a big baby.    Where the hell did that come from?  The funk was also beginning to settle in.

Wednesday- 2 miles  This was supposed to be 4.  I mentally needed 4 because I was just super cranky for no reason at all.  I changed and headed out after work and immediately felt like a vice was wrapped around my left leg right above the knee.  Grrrr.  By a mile in, it hadn’t loosened up at all and actually felt tighter so I turned around and headed back for the car.   That was not the head clearing run I was hoping for and now I had another reason to be moody.

Thursday- Rest The day before had kind of scared me.  Should I run or shouldn’t I?

Friday- Rest Overslept, was running late but made it to work on time.  My side/flank was hurting more than it had all week so that wasn’t cool.

Saturday- 6.2 miles I headed out late in the afternoon for 6-7 miles hoping that my leg and my side would cooperate.  Surprisingly they both did.  My leg felt tight in the beginning but loosened up fairly quickly.    The temp was pretty perfect and I was feeling pretty good and I ended up negative splitting the run.  If I hadn’t waited so long I may have tried to turn this into my long run but I ran into dusk and I had no lights and very little reflective gear with me.

I could tell that my hips and back really needed help though so I decided to try my PT exercises that night.

Sunday-13.1 miles  Maybe it was the PT, maybe it was something else, but my side hurt the most it has in weeks.  I pushed my run back into the afternoon.  My plan called for 15 but I knew I was going to be slow and I was doubting I would even clear 6.  I started out and kept to my run/walk intervals figuring that was the best idea for this run.   Mentally, I wanted to quit at mile 2 but there was no physical reason to so I just kept trucking on.   I had to make a bathroom stop around mile 8, seriously, an aside to my city- what the hell?!?!!   I would imagine prisons have better bathrooms!  There is one park that has open bathrooms and they are creepy and disgusting, I even used the ones at the front of the park instead of the back this time and they are still gross.  But hey at least the stalls had doors this time!

Once leaving the bathrooms, I decided it was time for music and turned on my headphones.  However even with the added motivation, I knew I wasn’t going to hit 15.  Between the slower pace, the bathroom break, the stop lights and the pause to take off my outer layer then stash it, almost getting hit by a car not looking when they turned right, I’d been out there almost 3 hours!  I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much non-moving time on my Garmin before.  😛   I called it at 13.1.  Far better than I thought I was going to get.

21.36 miles for the week.  Pretty similar to last week and at least my long run went up.   I really need to work on building back up the weekly miles again.

How was your week?

Run!, Training

Big Sur Marathon Training-Week 6

This week was the week that I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.

I’ve been having some side pain off and on for the past month or so and just kept  adjusting my running and life around it.  Finally the pain and tiredness were too much to ignore or joke about so I went to the doctor.  He called it flank pain and is checking my kidneys.  Yes, I can still run for now- just slowly and I need to listen to what my body is saying to me.  But it made for an interesting week.

The plan-

week 6

Life-

Monday- Rest So, I wore a new shirt to week.  Apparently my wardrobe has gotten kind of tired because EVERY single coworker noticed and commented.   I’m not sure that’s a good thing.  😒

Tuesday- 3.45 miles I headed out right after work to take advantage of as much light as I could.  It was a slower but still decent run.   I ran into a woman at the halfway point who was looking for the owner of some dropped money.  And a pretty decent amount at that.  Good people do exist!!!   I finished at 3.45 because I wasn’t willing to run back and forth in front of the police station anymore.

Wednesday- Nope.  Woke up, admitted I had a problem and made a doctor’s appointment for that same day.  Lot of lab work ordered and a couple of other tests.

Thursday- Rest  I had all my lab work done in the morning but I had still taken my gym bag in a naive optimistic hope I would run after work.  However, I hurt more than could be ignored so I just went home.  And of course- that’s the day we left work the earliest in weeks.

FridayRest Typical Friday but I actually left the building!  Ok, it was only for 15 minutes and it was just to pick up the lunch we ordered but it still counts.

Saturday- 6.5 miles Mornings aren’t my friend right now pain level wise so I set out for my run in the late afternoon.  I had been hopeful I could do my long run but I seriously underestimated the temp- 75* and overestimated how I was feeling.  I was overdressed and I realized soon that trying to push further would do more harm than good so this turned into my “easy” run.   Except it felt damn hard.

Sunday- 12 miles  Once again a rough morning- except this was more due a surprising visit of the female variety than the other problem.   I can ignore lots of pains, tough out probably too many things, but for some reason cramps knock me flat.  I curled into a ball and tried to sleep it off.    Once again, I headed out in the afternoon but this time the temps were much nicer.

I am not a fan of 12 miles but it just seemed like the smarter thing to run this week.   I also knew that if anything changed in my side, I was calling it quits wherever I was.   That said, I was really hoping I could pull off the 12.  I tried to stick to my run/ walk intervals and just take it easy for all the miles.   Except I somehow managed to PR 2 Strava segments.   Apparently I hit a sub 8 pace.  Well, crap.  Luckily it was only 1/2 a mile.  I have mentioned that I hate the bridge, right?   So, I took it easy every other mile.  I felt surprisingly ok throughout the entire.  The only trouble came when I realized I screwed up my math and my route was going to be short.  Grrr. So I added a hill.

21.98 miles for the week, and yes if I had known how close I was to 22, I would run another couple hundred yards.  Double grrrr.

More tests this week and more riding the line between taking it easy but not fully falling off the track too.

How was your week?