Last week’s 11 miler was tough for two reasons.
1. The weather kind of sucked and the last .5 was into a pretty significant headwind.
2. We went out waaaaay too fast and kind of died toward the end.
This week we did better with pacing – it was much more consistent – it just wasn’t as fast as it needed to be to hit my goal time. (Which, for the record, I will not be crushed if I come in slower than I’d like. My primary goal is to cross the finish line with a smile on my face.) With the imminent arrival of Aunt Flo and the fact that I didn’t get enough sleep, drink enough water, or eat enough carbs last night/yesterday, I’ll take it.
It is a good feeling (OK, I’m lying. It’s a GREAT feeling.) to be sitting on my couch, drinking coffee, warm and cozy (and clean) and knowing I ran TWELVE MILES this morning. I’ll run a couple times this week with the running club, run 8 next Saturday, a couple more days the week after, then it’s race day. Soooo close.
Right around Christmas is when I started playing with the idea of doing a spring half. My previous two have been fall races and I wanted to see what training through the winter would be like. (Verdict: I much prefer it to training through the summer.) I also wanted to do a race before I get pregnant again. I knew jumping into a training plan after not really running much for the previous 18 months was a fairly bad idea, especially for the injury-prone (ahem, me), but…but. I felt like I needed to train and run a half. Fortunately for me Mr. Awesome lives up to his name. Fortunately for me my dad is a saint. (Except he’s not Catholic. Or dead.) That whole thing about how it takes a village? True.
I really don’t know what to say about what happened in Boston today.
The people I know personally who are there are all ok, and of course I’m thankful for that, but that’s really not the point. There are a whole bunch of other people who are not ok, and that makes me very, very sad.
Even if what to say is not among them, there are a few things I know:
-Runners are the best lot out there. I don’t know what my point is, really. Just that runners are, by and large, above-average human beings.
-I found out about what happened the minute before I went out for a run with my students. Yes, I will still encourage every last one of them to keep running.
-I will keep running.
My shoes, while not yet ready to retire, definitely won’t make it to the race without another pair with which to rotate. Today was my first run in my brand spankin’ new Brooks Adrenaline 13s, and I have to say, I kind of love them. I still love my 11s, and the 13s feel great as well. There’s always that moment of hesitation with a new model when you hope they haven’t screwed up what’s been working for you.
I’ve intentionally not posted anything about my pace(s) because I think that can be off-putting. When I’ve read blog posts or articles written by super speedy people who scoff at what, for them, is a slow run and for me is damn near impossible, I lose a little (or a lot) of whatever connectedness I may have felt.
Not that anyone would think I am super speedy.
When I started training for this race I had a super secret goal to come in under 2:14:59. (That’s an average pace of 10:18/mile.) All my runs, long ones included, have been more like 9:45ish, depending. On a great day I cruise along around 9:15 – 9:30. Well, a 9:45/mile pace is going to bring me in just under 2:08:00. (9:30 pace = 2:04:32) I don’t know that I’ll be able to hang onto that pace for a whole 13 miles (don’t forget the .1 – the .1 will get you every time), but I think an average of 9:45 is very do-able. So. My new goal for this race is 2:07:59. Not completely reckless, but not conservative, either.
Guess who hasn’t posted in awhile?
Besides being unspeakably busy, I was also privately freaking out about a potential injury. See, this is what I do when I might be hurt.
First I run through all the worst-case-scenarios in my head.
Then I talk with my husband about it. He is the audible voice of reason.
Then I get depressed.
Then I take a realistic look at what’s going on.
A couple of years ago I had a tibial stress fracture. In case you’re curious, those suck. They make it so you can’t run for a pretty long time.
Lately I’ve been feeling just a bit of a twinge…but in the exact same spot. Now you see why the freak out.
Yesterday’s 7 miles was completely pain-free, so I’m just taking it one day at a time (and continuing to do calf-raises and take my calcium).
It’s been busy lately, but I’ve been getting the miles in, mostly.
Because of a packed weekend schedule I couldn’t do my long run Saturday or Sunday, so I did it Friday after work. 8 miles after a week of 5 – 11 year olds? Bring it on.
My week started with a bout of the stomach flu. Good times. Thankfully neither Mr. Awesome nor the baby got it. I got exactly one run in this week, but today’s 6.5 wasn’t bad.
Halfway through I sang (to myself) ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’…you know, “whoa, we’re halfway there…” and that morphed into Magic Carpet Ride, which was hella better than what previously had been stuck in my head.
I hesitate to even write this…it’s like when you say you’re going to trade your car in and suddenly everything starts breaking…but just before I got pregnant I developed a stress fracture.
This morning I felt the tiniest little twinge in the same spot.
Right now I’m having a glass of calcium-fortified OJ that I further fortified with a calcium & magnesium supplement.