Monday, June 04, 2012
I ran in my first 5K yesterday. My finish time was 37:33 according to my chip. According to my Garmin it was 35 something. I was pretty much middle of the pack for my age group, which I think is a pretty respectable showing, 96 our of 220. It was an interesting event and a fun time. At the finish line we all got little medals. Then we went through a line where they handed us a champage glass with chocolate in it, and at the booth next door you take the chocolate out and they fill your glass with champagne. Our race shirts say "I run for chocolate and champagene." The event and the expo the day before and the day of were really well done, and I will probably do it again next year. As for the race itself, I was really tired from the week, and I didn't sleep that well the night before. But I did run the whole thing. It took over 0.3 of a mile for the runners to start to spread out a little. There were a lot of walkers, and they didn't really line up more in the back like they were supposed to, and it was a bit of work to weave in and out of them and get around the clumps of buddys walking together. I had lined up in the middle, where they requested runners my speed should. Next time I will line up closer to the front even though I am slower, because I have the situational awareness to stay out of the way of all the folks faster than me and let them pass. Don't get me wrong, I am glad everyone showed up and was out there exercising. I just wished some of them had been a little more aware of the rest of us. All in all it was a good time!
Friday, June 01, 2012
I had been waffling on whether to run today since I have the 5K on Sunday and I want to be well rested. But I figured I had my usual recovery time, so I headed out, feeling dog tired. The mental battle was on. My mp3 player decided that it was bouncing too much and turned itself off three times in the first 3 minutes. I knew I wasn't going to make it through today's run without music. While this was going on my body decided to chime in with an ankle twinge, then a knee twinge, then a foot twinge, then just whining in general that everything was tired. Usually after a couple mintes the body settles down into the rhythm and I can have a decent run. Not today. I couldn't fight the battle on both the mental and physical front and win today. So I went for a two mile walk and sucked up my bottle of water and called it good. Total run time about 2-3 minutes. Some days I guess you just need a break. I'm not going to feel bad because this is the first time I have bailed out.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Note to self, when you run intervals you can get farther from home faster than you meant too, and then you still have to get home.
At the 27 minute mark this morning I realized I only had a rough idea where I was, and it was farther from home than I meant to be. Then I turned the corner and realized I was only a long block off the main drag that goes home, and only a couple blocks down that. So I ended with about 35-40 minutes again. I started out walking 5 as I usual, then I ran for five, then I ran fast for 2, walked for 2 etc. I did I think four intervals of this. I was really tired after the fourth bout, so I walked longer after that one-funny how those intervals get harder Then I ran for a few minutes to get closer to home, and walked the last 5 as usual.
This weekend is my See Jane Run 5K. I think my buddy has dropped out. Too much foot pain. She actually had it xrayed yesterday and has arthritic developments in her foot, whatever that means. The Dr recommended she stop running. Seems like that is always the first thing they say...
Friday, May 25, 2012
There is a front passing through here so when I got out this morning it was really windy and cold. Deciding where to go was easy, just run downwind until I was warmed up, and do the upwind leg on the way home. I did my 5 minute warm up walk then started my run, and I was really feeling like "screw this, I'm going home" but we have a client with a mast in the boat yard, so I decided to go see it, and after that I ran out to Clement St, and I could see the light at Park street, and thought that it wasn't that far, I could make it. When I passed a friend's house (which is a 10 minute walk from home) I checked and I was on track for about a 30 minute session, But only 25 minutes of that would be running, and I told myself, "you're better than this, you can do 30" so I extended my run. In the end I was out 39 minutes, and did 3.2 miles. I worked on varying my pace some. I watched my heart rat a lot, just to see what was going on, and it stays around 171 the whole time. My breathing feels pretty consistant and regular. All in all, it felt pretty good today.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Today I am giving myself points for consistency. I did another 2.6 miles, and I pretty consistently turn in 2.6-3.1 miles, though lately it has been on the low end. My heart really wasn't in it today, nor was my head, and the first block I really thought about just going back home. (I had a weird message from my parents last night to call home, and the phone call was looming, and I knew it was for unpleasant news.) But I was there and running, so I just kept going til I felt like turning around. Then I walked a block to bring my heart rate down, then ran home again. I know I should feel good about this, and I am so grateful I can move my body and run at all. And my body has never been pushed this hard physically before. But part of me feels like I am failing. My friend doing the 5 k with me next weekend just started running a few months ago, with less regularity than I have, and she is up to 20 minutes as of Friday. I have been doing this almost a year, and 30 minutes takes brute will power. And I'm running on a flat island; she has all hills at her house. Shouldn't I be able to do better? Faster or longer or something? Yet this is me and my body, and I'm still learning. And I'm tired. I've got work and a life, and a tight time frame to fit all this exercise in. And as of June 18 my office is moving and I have to fit a commute in too. That is unbelievably depressing and I think I may send my resume out. All these things together make me think I should say that really I am doing just fine for me and my body. Still, am I too hard on myself or too easy on myself? Oh, and the news was that my grandmother had a minor heart attack. I was braced to hear she had died, so that was actually a relief.
In other exciting & good news, DH is becoming a bicycling fiend; he circumnavigated the island yesterday, 14 miles! And the rest of the parts to fix my bike should be here this weekend, so soon I will have a bike to cross train on, and maybe that will help with the running.
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