Week 11
Not a bad week overall.
Monday was an off day so I went to the gym, pumped some iron and did some setups. I used to do this three days a week but my running has taken all my time so I try to lift at least once a week now.
When we got home Tuesday, the wife started talking to our daughter-in-law (she and my son live with us). They were talking about putting something together. I was in kitchen and looked thru into the living room and there was one of those huge wire deer things, the kind that bob their heads. Before I go any further, let me say that our attic is already full to bursting with stuff. We probably have 8 boxes of Christmas decorations and tons of other junk up there as well as in the garage and all over the house. I'm constantly tripping over something or knocking something down. Anyway, the sight of that deer and the thought of trying to find a place it just caused me to blow a gasket. I lost it. The wife and I had a short fight (we never fight very long anymore) while I was getting ready to go run and made up before I left but I was still plenty pissed. Consequently, I ran like a madman and overdid it a bit.
Wednesday was also 5 miles but I had this pain in my butt after a few miles. It wasn't too bad but it hurt like hell. I think it was from overdoing it on Tuesday. I finished the 5 without too much difficulty.
Thursday was 8 miles. It was kind of rough, I think I was still feeling the effects of overdoing it on Tuesday and it was pretty cold. I managed to finish so called it a good night.
Saturday was only 3 miles, once again feeling a little out of it but not too bad.
I had a bit of a motivation problem on Saturday. I actually said to my wife, "Tell me why I'm doing this marathon again." Yeah, whatever. There is no chance I'll quit, I've told too many people about it, sometimes it just gets a bit boring and time consuming. I don't think the marathon will be a problem, the training is tough though.
Today, Sunday, I was scheduled for 20 big ones. I was feeling pretty confident after my excellent performance on the 18. The wife hurt her back a few days ago so didn't go along. I got up around 7:20, at a breakfast bar, a banana and drank a cup of coffee. On long run days, I always wait till I do my morning business before I set out and things just weren't happening this morning. It was after 9:30 till I felt confident that I wouldn't have any unfortunate urges out on the road. The temp was about 48 with only a light breeze, perfect running weather. I took off feeling pretty good although somewhat under motivated. 20 miles sure seemed like a long hike. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good for the first half, ran out past Cele and down the road. The wife met me at the 10 mile point with a fresh bottle of Gatorade. I was eating a Clif Shot Blok about every 3 miles. My wind was good and I had lots of energy but around the 7 - 9 mile point, my legs starting hurting. It's not so much my legs as my hips, they really felt stiff and hurt a lot most of the rest of the way. I could relieve it a bit by varying my pace, speeding up or slowing down but it never went away and give me lots of grief. Anyway, I made it with lots of juice left but in lots of pain. Jumped straight in a cold tub of water when I got home, hopefully I won't be too sore tomorrow.
Only two months to the marathon.
Monday was an off day so I went to the gym, pumped some iron and did some setups. I used to do this three days a week but my running has taken all my time so I try to lift at least once a week now.
When we got home Tuesday, the wife started talking to our daughter-in-law (she and my son live with us). They were talking about putting something together. I was in kitchen and looked thru into the living room and there was one of those huge wire deer things, the kind that bob their heads. Before I go any further, let me say that our attic is already full to bursting with stuff. We probably have 8 boxes of Christmas decorations and tons of other junk up there as well as in the garage and all over the house. I'm constantly tripping over something or knocking something down. Anyway, the sight of that deer and the thought of trying to find a place it just caused me to blow a gasket. I lost it. The wife and I had a short fight (we never fight very long anymore) while I was getting ready to go run and made up before I left but I was still plenty pissed. Consequently, I ran like a madman and overdid it a bit.
Wednesday was also 5 miles but I had this pain in my butt after a few miles. It wasn't too bad but it hurt like hell. I think it was from overdoing it on Tuesday. I finished the 5 without too much difficulty.
Thursday was 8 miles. It was kind of rough, I think I was still feeling the effects of overdoing it on Tuesday and it was pretty cold. I managed to finish so called it a good night.
Saturday was only 3 miles, once again feeling a little out of it but not too bad.
I had a bit of a motivation problem on Saturday. I actually said to my wife, "Tell me why I'm doing this marathon again." Yeah, whatever. There is no chance I'll quit, I've told too many people about it, sometimes it just gets a bit boring and time consuming. I don't think the marathon will be a problem, the training is tough though.
Today, Sunday, I was scheduled for 20 big ones. I was feeling pretty confident after my excellent performance on the 18. The wife hurt her back a few days ago so didn't go along. I got up around 7:20, at a breakfast bar, a banana and drank a cup of coffee. On long run days, I always wait till I do my morning business before I set out and things just weren't happening this morning. It was after 9:30 till I felt confident that I wouldn't have any unfortunate urges out on the road. The temp was about 48 with only a light breeze, perfect running weather. I took off feeling pretty good although somewhat under motivated. 20 miles sure seemed like a long hike. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good for the first half, ran out past Cele and down the road. The wife met me at the 10 mile point with a fresh bottle of Gatorade. I was eating a Clif Shot Blok about every 3 miles. My wind was good and I had lots of energy but around the 7 - 9 mile point, my legs starting hurting. It's not so much my legs as my hips, they really felt stiff and hurt a lot most of the rest of the way. I could relieve it a bit by varying my pace, speeding up or slowing down but it never went away and give me lots of grief. Anyway, I made it with lots of juice left but in lots of pain. Jumped straight in a cold tub of water when I got home, hopefully I won't be too sore tomorrow.
Only two months to the marathon.
posted by Big Ed at 2:19 PM
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