Run!, Training

20- The White Whale

If you had told me 2 years ago that I would be training for a marathon, I would have laughed at you.  If you had said that marathon training would happen during a CA summer, I would have responded with a “hell no”.  Had you said that I would get up early on a Sunday morning and go run a 20 miler by myself- I would have told you that you needed to have your head examined.

And yet, that’s exactly what I did.

While I was set on following Hansons, I admit that I had planned some adjustments to the long runs.  I had hoped for a 16 in April, 18 in May, 20 in June and a second 20/22 in July.    16 in April was a success- ran it with Heather and Ashley.  18 in May?  Yeah, that never happened.  Could I pull off 20?

I stuck to the training plan for April and May.  Then I got hurt- since then I’ve been taking it easy on my weekday runs and focusing on the long runs.   The long runs are about the only part of Hansons I’m still doing but really I’m just doing my own thing.   And my own thing really wanted to do 20 this weekend.   Ok, maybe want is not the right word.  😛

Is it sad that one of my biggest worries about this run was getting myself out of bed in the morning?   It’s been averaging in the 105 range here so I knew I would have to head out early.  But I want to sleep in!  I set my alarm and just hoped I wouldn’t hit snooze one too many times.

When you turn your trunk into an aid station
I still haven’t quite figured out how to carry enough water comfortably so I set my car up as an aid station.  I had extra water, Gatorade, Nuun and Honey Stinger chews.  I had a change of shoes, a change of socks and a fresh shirt.   It pays to be prepared right?  I had a looped route planned- 5 miles, then 10, then the last five.  I told myself it was less intimidating if I only thought about each loop at a time.


I started my run around 6:15.  I had hit snooze a few times.  Oops.  I started the run in my new Brooks.  It’s one of the reasons I planned my first loop as a short one.   I walked around 3/4 of the first mile just to make sure I didn’t have a sudden bloody blister problem like the last time I tried to break in new PureFlows.     Everything felt ok so I started running.   I am never out that early, it felt odd.  I thought there would be multiple other people put beating the heat but there wasn’t.   I was feeling pretty good so my first loop ended up being just shy of 8 miles.  I hit my car and filled my water bottle back up and ate 2 chews.

Time for loop 2.   People were starting to appear!  It was also warming up.   My loops were actually comprised of 3 smaller loops around neighborhoods- I could tell it was getting hotter faster than predicted so I looped the top one twice on the second big loop as it was the part of the route with the least amount of shade. I figured I should get it out of the way before it was full on hot.    I also threw down a 10 minute mile in this loop. I never felt like I was moving that fast.   I had only used 1/2 of my water bottle on the first big loop, now I was only halfway through the second loop and I knew I was going to run out.  I made another course adjustment and was able to hit my car just shy of 16 miles.

Manual dexterity was tricky as I was super sweaty so instead of pouring water into my Orange Mud bottle, I just switched bottles.  😛  I was also feeling some chafing around my sports bra, so I took one of those extra socks, got it wet and shoved it in my sports bra.  Classy right?


Loop 3.   I won’t lie I was getting a little tired but overall I felt pretty good.  I hit 16 miles in 3:03 and I was pretty stoked- that was faster than my last one!  I might actually finish 15 minutes before my projected time of 4 hours!  Then came the last 4 miles.   Oh holy heatwave.  It was only in the 80’s but it felt like 100 to me.   My legs were tired but felt like they had more miles in them, my stomach was decent but holy crap, I was hot.   I went through almost 23 ounces of water in 4 miles.  The loop turned into more of an out and back up a hill and I kind of crawled.   But I got it done!!!


20 miles in 3:53:13.  I was still under 4 hours!  And considering mile 17 was 13:10 and 18 and 19 weren’t much faster, I’ll take it!     I walked a little ways back towards my car and took advantage of a shady spot on the path.  I plopped myself down and just sat there for a while.   I was kind of surprised at myself.    Holy crap people, I ran 20 miles- voluntarily.  By myself.  On a Sunday.  I actually followed through and got my ass out of bed early.   I don’t know who I am right now.  


I ended up dumping a bottle of water of over my head to cool off and took myself through the McDonald’s drive thru for a much craved Diet Coke.  It tasted amazing.   😊😊

Ever surprised yourself with a run?  Or anything really?

What do you crave after a hot run?

 

 

 

Run!, Training

Training Week 9 Recap

Upcoming Races- Wine Country 13.1?
SLO Marathon 13.1

Focus– Just like last week- Just keep running, just keep running.

This week felt insane but I am not sure why.  Work was a little crazy, trying to get all the month end stuff done, giving reviews, etc but I’ve had worse.  It just seemed to take a lot out of me this week.  I swear I had trouble finishing sentences.    I feel like I need a vacation but I’ve booked most of my vacation time this year around races.    So yay but boo at the same time?

Monday- Rest  For some reason, I can’t remember much about Monday.   I even just checked my food log to see if there was something exciting.  Nope.  

Tuesday- 3.5 miles  The original plan was to work a half day as I work on Saturday.   However, one of the employees was feeling poorly so they went home and I stayed.   Luckily my gym bag is double prepared so I had clothes to run in work town after getting off.  While the marine layer stayed back, a definite haze had rolled in.  My lungs did not appreciate it at all.  I tried to keep the pace super easy but I was still wheezing by the end.   But I was able to enjoy that sunset so score!    I also had an irrational moment of tsunami panic but I got over it.    We’d had an earthquake earlier in the day, the tide was farther out than I had ever seen it and not a single bird or sea lion was making a peep of noise.   Like I said, irrational moment. 

 Wednesday- Rest day.  Pizza day- woot woot!

Thursday- 5.5 mile “run”/ 7 mile stationary bike  Miserable, straight up miserable.   I took my rescheduled half day and I was hoping to get in my long run so I could just focus on a short run over the weekend.  I like to move things around when I work on Saturday.  I changed at work and drove back to home town.  I had an 11 mile route mapped out and was looking forward to running.    But it sucked from the get go.  I couldn’t seem to get started and when I did, all I did was wheeze.    I couldn’t keep any sort of pace.   2 miles in I switched to run/walk intervals.  Except I couldn’t even maintain a run for 4:30.  So another mile in, I changed it a 3:00 run.  Nope, still couldn’t do it.  

I couldn’t decide if I should call it or just keep pushing and stop being a baby.  Where is the line between pushing and giving up?   I told myself to just get to the next big corner and I could take a seat on the bench there and figure things out.  Except there was no bench when I got there.   It was too much, I plopped my ass in grass on the corner and damn near cried.   I was done.  I sat there for 15 minutes before finally mustering up the will power to shuffle- run the mile+ back to my car.  I couldn’t even maintain a run going downhill.  My feet hurt, my knees hurt, I couldn’t breathe, my legs were rubbing together uncomfortably and my shorts were riding up.  I was 1/2 mile-ish shy of my car when I hit 5.5 and that was it.  I turned off my Garmin and stood there for a bit.  Then I took off my shoes and jogged the remainder in my socks because why not?    I was hot (it was 80), tired and cranky.  This was one of those runs that made wonder what I was even doing.    I went home, and jumped on the bike for some miles to try and ride out the cranky-ness.

Friday- Rest  Glorious.  I was still frustrated after the previous day.

Saturday- Rest   I think this was second most chaotic Saturday that I have worked.  I was literally turning people away because I could not help them, we were so busy.   I considered attempting my long run again in the afternoon but passed instead.  I ran my errands, ate dinner with the family and then took my mom to the movies.   We were leaning towards seeing Race but I was also trying not to think about running.    We saw Deadpool.  And it shows my demented sense of humor that I thought it awesome and hilarious.  I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that at a movie.

 

haha😃 source- iFunny
 
Sunday- 10 miles  Long run attempt 2.    The plan was to head out in the morning and meet up with my mother around mile 6.   That way if it sucked again I had a large walk break to look forward to.  I had also stashed my Brooks in her car so I could change into them if the Nike’s were giving me grief.   I slept a little longer than planned so I was rushing to get out the door.  I considered putting it off until the afternoon but the more I thought about the long run, the more it stressed me out.   I also realized I probably wasn’t going to pull off 6 before I met up with my mother. 

 I took a slightly longer walk warm up and then just tried to run easy.  I turned off the run/walk intervals and changed the Garmin screen to just the clock.   I took walk breaks when I felt like I needed them and just kept going.    I cut the first part of the run to 5.5 miles so I could make sure I was at the meeting point in time.  I also lost 5 minutes at 3 stoplights.   The only split I really saw was right after I ran the bridge- 9:15.  Typical, I hate running the bridge and tend speed up when I run it.

  
I wasn’t feeling horrible but it wasn’t all sunshine and daisies so the 1/2 mile walk break with my mom was kind of awesome.   Then I picked up the pace to finish my run before meeting my mother back at her car for lunch.   I just kept trying to run easy and walked when I needed to.  And I tried to not think about the fact that I was now running the same route where I have had 2 blow ups on long runs in the past month.  I finished down on the river path and was glad to be done.  I was glad I had followed through and made myself get out of bed for my run.    And it didn’t suck!!  It did not feel easy but I stayed calm and watched my breathing and just kept running.   7 out of the 10 miles were all in the 10 min range which for me is very consistent.  Yes, I consider all 60 seconds in that range to be consistent.   Long run success!

Low carb– I would say I was around 65/35%.  Not too bad.   I did feel better for most of the week, so I need to keep on cutting back on the carbs.    Cookies got the best of me last week.  Oops.

This week was a little all over the place.   Work was crazy and I think I went a little crazy as well.   Hopefully I can keep my head on straight this week.   Fingers crossed!!!

How was your week?

At what point do you decide a run is not worth it?

 

 

 

 

Run!

Poser

I don’t recall the exact date but I know that I started running in 2010.  Or at least attempting to then.  My first race was that fall.   Since then I have run 13 half marathons and more than a few 5k’s and 10k’s.   All that aside, more often than not, I still feel like a poser.   Like I am only playing pretend with running.   Instead of dressing up in my mother’s clothes like a little kid, I am putting on short shorts, sports bras and compression socks and just hoping I fit in.   Oh and my ever present Garmin.

I was one of those people who said I would never run, hated it.  Drove past people running and wondered what the hell they were thinking.   Then a friend signed up for Team In Training.  Seeing her go through training for a marathon and let’s be truthful, I didn’t like the way my clothes fit, I thought maybe I would try running.    However I still didn’t start running until I purchased my first iPhone.  I didn’t want to carry a phone and my ipod, I didn’t even think about water,  #priorities.    🙂   Even that little beginning was walking.  For a while I used those crazy rocker Sketchers shoes that were popular for a very short time.  Yeah, that hurt my shins.    Then that same friend pretty much bought my first pair of running shoes.  I actually started running.  But I felt awkward and out of place.  I was torn between wanting to walk when cars drove past so they didn’t see me huffing and puffing and running faster so I looked less like a turtle when they passed.     Then a few customers asked if that was me they had seen running past their house.   Ummm, maybe?   I would ask where they lived so I could make sure to run past their houses every time after that and walk when I was around the corner.   🙂  #poser

Then came races.  Cue the doubts.  Man, these people look fast.  What was I thinking?   Oh, look at all their pretty gear.   I wonder what that does?  Hmmm, those shoes look interesting.    Hell, I ran in cotton shirts and tennis shorts for over a year.  Plus side was big pockets.   Oh and I put on weight.  Grrrrr.    That wasn’t the plan.  Running was hit and miss, I’d run 6 days in a row and then take a month off, then throw in a random race.   Training plan wasn’t even part of my vocabulary.

Then something changed.  Running became less a way to burn some calories and more something I needed to do.    Along the way,  I picked up some speed and set a few PR’s.   Hey, that’s kind of cool.   My clothes changed, my accessories multiplied both by quantity and cost and can now fill a box in the trunk of my car.    But there were times I still felt out of place, like I was waiting to be told I couldn’t hang with the cool kids.    I would stalk online race times for every race I signed up for just to make sure I wasn’t going to be last.

There are still moments, hell entire runs, where I feel like a wannabe.    Days when walking seems to be all I can do, or at least seems more efficient than the slow crawl, hobble thing I was doing other wise.   When I think everyone passing is wondering if they are gonna have to help me to my car.   Then there are the runs that start off hellishly but end on a note that leaves me feeling awesome and ready for more.  There are still race mornings when I show up feeling outclassed and outnumbered but what happens between that starting gun and finish line can be pretty unifying.

My superpower? I change from "pretty girl" to "hot, panting, smelly wad of hair and sweat" in under 30 minutes. Wanna see?

In the last few weeks I have had more #poser moments than #runner.  But those runner moments make it all worth it.  And leave me feeling the deep thoughts.   🙂   Oh and coming in last at a race?  #beentheredonethat and it’s no big deal.  And I love my compression socks.    Time to get my run on.   Well, not right now, it’s dark out.   🙂

Ever feel like a #poser?

When was your last awesome running moment?

Eat!, gear, Run!, Slacker

Funnel Cakes and cross training

So I survived my foray into the fair.  Ate too much junk food and spent too much money, but hey, it only comes once a year right?  So I countrified myself up and had some fun. I wore my shitkickers (haha!) there and they served a dual purpose.  I fit in better, 🙂 and they helped support my ankle or shin, still debating which.  Didn’t feel a thing all night.   As opposed to its loud grumbling when I took my boots off.  Not cool.

So Saturdays plan for a nice run was postponed 😦 Now I am fine with being a Slacker Runner when it is being lazy of my own volition; that is just me being me.  However, taking it easy because something hurts just makes me cranky.   It suddenly makes me want to run more!  Anyone else like that?

It happened to be a rest day for the squat challenge as well, so that worked out.  I figured if I couldn’t run, or shouldn’t, I would do some cross training.  I had a funnel cake to work after all.  I know that I should do cross training and I have it in my training plan, but I hate it.  I really do.  This is how I usually end up having 3 rest (slacker) days a week.  So today I made myself get back on the bike. Stationary bike that is, did 8 miles and called it done.  Ugh.  So hoping to get in a few miles on the track tomorrow.  Fingers crossed!

On the upshot, I had this awesomeness made at the fair on Friday.  Super nerdy, I know, but I love it.Image