3 yesterday--didn't have much time so I just did some speedwork (8:46/mile).
Easy 5 today at 9:13/mile plus half a mile walking to cool down--had some tightness in the back of my thigh all through the run and an aching knee.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
10/28
Didn't run Thursday because I was busy packing all day for a weekend trip. Didn't run Friday because we left for Chicago early in the morning; I did hike a bit with the kids plus walked around IKEA for an hour...on Saturday we walked about 4 miles downtown (I mapped it) and I was planning to run that night but ohmygosh my right knee hurt SO much! I had to wrap it in a heating pad (twice) before I could sleep. The next day my right quad was really aching--I think that my posture when I was nursing Nathan in the sling & walking all day--plus pushing 3 kids in a stroller--totally did something to my legs. Ouch ouch ouch--I was limping around.
Anyway, felt way better today so I ran 5 miles on the treadmill; 8:52/avg pace
Anyway, felt way better today so I ran 5 miles on the treadmill; 8:52/avg pace
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
What now?
Ran 3 on Monday to shake out the achiness, 4 on Tuesday, and 5 tonight. I need something new to train for.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Race report
Another one down, and my fastest yet! 1:56:57 for 8:55/mile.
I don't really feel like writing up a report mile-by-mile, mostly because I'm tired and I want to go roll my IT bands and then lie down for awhile. But I'll write a bit.
First of all, the weather was crappy--cold and raining. I think it was around 40 when we started out, and I was wearing 2 wicking shirts and a windbreaker. I was cold when I got up this morning and I never warmed up all day--I did briefly take off my windbreaker around mile 7 or so, but I put it back on after another mile or two. My hands were so cold that it was really hard to get gels out--I couldn't close my hands around the packet. The rain let up after 45 minutes or so, but then the wind started and it was worse!
I felt pretty good for the first few miles--both Megan and I had agreed that morning that we really didn't care about time; she'd had a really awful asthma attack on Thursday and I was still struggling with residual bronchial weakness from bronchitis last week. Anyway, we lined up with the 10/mile group so that we wouldn't push too hard at the start.
We ran the first mile in around 8:47 or so and thought we maybe should slow down, but we were still feeling good so we figured we'd just stay in the zone. The hill around 2.5 was harder than it usually is, and I think it was because my legs were so cold. I was really excited at 3.5 to see Neil & the kids, but they didn't get there until after I'd gone by--such a bummer! I was really sad about that for the next few miles as we ran downhill and over the bridge. We hit another hill around 5.5 that was harder than I'd anticipated--my legs were so cold that my quads really had a hard time with the incline. The mile-long hill around mile 8 was pure murder and I felt SO lousy! I dropped back behind Megan and it took me probably the entire mile to catch up--I was really struggling to get my legs going, I was freezing cold, and I was starting to feel shaky and have goosebumps all over my whole body (usually a good indicator that I'm about to black out). Argh. I kept taking tons of gels and drinking water, and just sort of pushed through it. I'm not going to lie, it was miserable and I REALLY wanted to stop. I was just not having fun! I felt this way until it flattened out and then I mostly just was miserable but sort of plodding along in my zone. I started feeling better when we ran through campus and the wind was blocked by all the buildings--that made a huge difference! Neil and the boys were at mile 10.5 (Luke totally had no idea what was going on and I don't think he recognized me when I high-fived him), and that gave me a little boost of happiness to go up the next lousy hill. Which was again really awful! I honestly felt like I might be going faster if I was walking. Then up another hill to mile 12, and I just stared at my feet and sang Cold Play's Viva La Vida in my head and ate another gel. I caught up with Megan again and we talked briefly before I dropped back again (I was running about 15 feet behind her for the last 6 miles of the race!) and just powered through the last mile. I tried to pick up the pace a bit, but mostly my legs were so cold that I felt like I couldn't do much more, and I was still struggling with pain in my ribcage from the bronchitis.
So it's interesting because the whole time I felt like I was going SO slow and it was miserable and cold and awful, and truthfully I really didn't enjoy it, but it was my fastest run yet! And afterwards I felt fabulous and energetic and so proud of myself. GO figure, right? And since I was wearing my Garmin, i knew I was going faster, but I felt slow.
I don't really feel like writing up a report mile-by-mile, mostly because I'm tired and I want to go roll my IT bands and then lie down for awhile. But I'll write a bit.
First of all, the weather was crappy--cold and raining. I think it was around 40 when we started out, and I was wearing 2 wicking shirts and a windbreaker. I was cold when I got up this morning and I never warmed up all day--I did briefly take off my windbreaker around mile 7 or so, but I put it back on after another mile or two. My hands were so cold that it was really hard to get gels out--I couldn't close my hands around the packet. The rain let up after 45 minutes or so, but then the wind started and it was worse!
I felt pretty good for the first few miles--both Megan and I had agreed that morning that we really didn't care about time; she'd had a really awful asthma attack on Thursday and I was still struggling with residual bronchial weakness from bronchitis last week. Anyway, we lined up with the 10/mile group so that we wouldn't push too hard at the start.
We ran the first mile in around 8:47 or so and thought we maybe should slow down, but we were still feeling good so we figured we'd just stay in the zone. The hill around 2.5 was harder than it usually is, and I think it was because my legs were so cold. I was really excited at 3.5 to see Neil & the kids, but they didn't get there until after I'd gone by--such a bummer! I was really sad about that for the next few miles as we ran downhill and over the bridge. We hit another hill around 5.5 that was harder than I'd anticipated--my legs were so cold that my quads really had a hard time with the incline. The mile-long hill around mile 8 was pure murder and I felt SO lousy! I dropped back behind Megan and it took me probably the entire mile to catch up--I was really struggling to get my legs going, I was freezing cold, and I was starting to feel shaky and have goosebumps all over my whole body (usually a good indicator that I'm about to black out). Argh. I kept taking tons of gels and drinking water, and just sort of pushed through it. I'm not going to lie, it was miserable and I REALLY wanted to stop. I was just not having fun! I felt this way until it flattened out and then I mostly just was miserable but sort of plodding along in my zone. I started feeling better when we ran through campus and the wind was blocked by all the buildings--that made a huge difference! Neil and the boys were at mile 10.5 (Luke totally had no idea what was going on and I don't think he recognized me when I high-fived him), and that gave me a little boost of happiness to go up the next lousy hill. Which was again really awful! I honestly felt like I might be going faster if I was walking. Then up another hill to mile 12, and I just stared at my feet and sang Cold Play's Viva La Vida in my head and ate another gel. I caught up with Megan again and we talked briefly before I dropped back again (I was running about 15 feet behind her for the last 6 miles of the race!) and just powered through the last mile. I tried to pick up the pace a bit, but mostly my legs were so cold that I felt like I couldn't do much more, and I was still struggling with pain in my ribcage from the bronchitis.
So it's interesting because the whole time I felt like I was going SO slow and it was miserable and cold and awful, and truthfully I really didn't enjoy it, but it was my fastest run yet! And afterwards I felt fabulous and energetic and so proud of myself. GO figure, right? And since I was wearing my Garmin, i knew I was going faster, but I felt slow.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Belated update
Wow, it's been exactly a month since I posted...usually I finish my run and have to do something else immediately (sad how many times I've picked kids up from school in my sweaty workout clothes). But the half-marathon is this Saturday! Training has gone pretty well--I'm not as fast as I'd like to be, but this is the most I've ever run postpartum, so I'll take what I can get.
I had a setback last week--came down with bronchitis. I was only able to do 6 of the 10 miles I'd planned for my long run, but I kept up with all the other runs for the rest of the week.
4 miles today; 9:02/mile
I had a setback last week--came down with bronchitis. I was only able to do 6 of the 10 miles I'd planned for my long run, but I kept up with all the other runs for the rest of the week.
4 miles today; 9:02/mile
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