Week 7
Fabulous week this week.
Monday was an off day. Tuesday the wife wasn't feeling good so we went home instead of going to the gym. I was supposed to do 4 miles and that is easy to do from home. I changed as soon as we got home and went outside to stretch. As I finished stretching, I realized I had forgotten to take off my glasses so went back inside. As I came out, I took off running and grabbed my water bottle from on top of the truck as I went by. This small action seemed to catapult me forward somehow and I was off running a lot faster than I usually do. I decided to just go for it and see how I did and man alive, I was flying. 4 miles went by like nothing and it felt so good I didn't want to stop but I'm a stickler for my training plan so after running about a block extra, I broke the compulsion and shut it down. Man it felt good, I haven't run that far that fast ever.
Wednesday I took off at a pretty good pace but not like on Tuesday. About 1/2 way thru 3 miles, I started feeling a pain in my right buttock. I figured it would go away but it never did, just kept getting worse and worse. I made it thru the three miles and limped home but I could barely walk the rest of the night. Well, it wasn't all bad, I did get to walk around all night yelling, "AL, rub my tushie" at my wife. Thursday was supposed to be 5 miles but I could still feel the pain in my ass so bagged it although I really, really didn't want to. I just doesed up on the Advil and tt turned out to be a good thing I skipped Thursday.
Friday was an off day. Saturday was an easy three miles and the pain in my ass was gone.
Sunday was a momenteous day. I was signed up for this event:
http://stampede.motive.com/
Saturday night I was pretty restless. I was plenty worried about running 13 miles after hitting the wall and crashing doing 12. I have to get up early on Sundays to take my daughter in law to work so I decided to go to bed early Saturday night. I got in bed around 9 and just could not get to sleep. I finally dozed off and woke up at 3:30, once again, unable to get back to sleep. The alarm went off at 4:20 so I got up to take the in-law to work. I got back and ate a breakfast bar, a banana and drank a cup of coffee. I got to the race about 6:50 and the place was a zoo. It was also really cold. Without too much useless detail, it was finally 7:30, the horn blew and we were off. It was nice to get moving after freezing for so long. Other than a quick trip to the woods close to the start, I was feeling great, running steady and strong. The course gets really hilly at around 4 miles and continues uphill sporadically for a few miles. The first hill pulled me a bit but the rest felt good, I maintained a steady pace and when we finally topped out at around the 7 miles mark, I knew it was going to be a good run. A few weeks ago on my 12 miler, I was pretty much done when I hit 10 but today, I hit 10 feeling like I could do another 10. I even increased my pace a bit and finshed strong in 2:14:14. It was a little off my 10 minute mile pace and I could have knocked a few minutes off except for one thing. My training plan said I was supposed to do 15 miles today, not 13 so as soon as they got the chip off my shoe, I headed back out to do 2 more miles. Because of a miscalculation on my part, I actually only did another 1 2/3 mile but I could have easily done the extra 1/3 so I'm not too upset about it.
I am so jazzed about this, it's once again the farthest I have ever run in my entire life and I did it easily. That 12 miles was the longest for me too but I didn't feel good about it, it was so hard I somehow felt like it didn't count but today was a good strong effort in an acceptable time on a tough course. All I got to say to that marathon is "Bring it On."
Monday was an off day. Tuesday the wife wasn't feeling good so we went home instead of going to the gym. I was supposed to do 4 miles and that is easy to do from home. I changed as soon as we got home and went outside to stretch. As I finished stretching, I realized I had forgotten to take off my glasses so went back inside. As I came out, I took off running and grabbed my water bottle from on top of the truck as I went by. This small action seemed to catapult me forward somehow and I was off running a lot faster than I usually do. I decided to just go for it and see how I did and man alive, I was flying. 4 miles went by like nothing and it felt so good I didn't want to stop but I'm a stickler for my training plan so after running about a block extra, I broke the compulsion and shut it down. Man it felt good, I haven't run that far that fast ever.
Wednesday I took off at a pretty good pace but not like on Tuesday. About 1/2 way thru 3 miles, I started feeling a pain in my right buttock. I figured it would go away but it never did, just kept getting worse and worse. I made it thru the three miles and limped home but I could barely walk the rest of the night. Well, it wasn't all bad, I did get to walk around all night yelling, "AL, rub my tushie" at my wife. Thursday was supposed to be 5 miles but I could still feel the pain in my ass so bagged it although I really, really didn't want to. I just doesed up on the Advil and tt turned out to be a good thing I skipped Thursday.
Friday was an off day. Saturday was an easy three miles and the pain in my ass was gone.
Sunday was a momenteous day. I was signed up for this event:
http://stampede.motive.com/
Saturday night I was pretty restless. I was plenty worried about running 13 miles after hitting the wall and crashing doing 12. I have to get up early on Sundays to take my daughter in law to work so I decided to go to bed early Saturday night. I got in bed around 9 and just could not get to sleep. I finally dozed off and woke up at 3:30, once again, unable to get back to sleep. The alarm went off at 4:20 so I got up to take the in-law to work. I got back and ate a breakfast bar, a banana and drank a cup of coffee. I got to the race about 6:50 and the place was a zoo. It was also really cold. Without too much useless detail, it was finally 7:30, the horn blew and we were off. It was nice to get moving after freezing for so long. Other than a quick trip to the woods close to the start, I was feeling great, running steady and strong. The course gets really hilly at around 4 miles and continues uphill sporadically for a few miles. The first hill pulled me a bit but the rest felt good, I maintained a steady pace and when we finally topped out at around the 7 miles mark, I knew it was going to be a good run. A few weeks ago on my 12 miler, I was pretty much done when I hit 10 but today, I hit 10 feeling like I could do another 10. I even increased my pace a bit and finshed strong in 2:14:14. It was a little off my 10 minute mile pace and I could have knocked a few minutes off except for one thing. My training plan said I was supposed to do 15 miles today, not 13 so as soon as they got the chip off my shoe, I headed back out to do 2 more miles. Because of a miscalculation on my part, I actually only did another 1 2/3 mile but I could have easily done the extra 1/3 so I'm not too upset about it.
I am so jazzed about this, it's once again the farthest I have ever run in my entire life and I did it easily. That 12 miles was the longest for me too but I didn't feel good about it, it was so hard I somehow felt like it didn't count but today was a good strong effort in an acceptable time on a tough course. All I got to say to that marathon is "Bring it On."
posted by Big Ed at 5:02 PM
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