Monday, April 23, 2012
Last week's long run was an incredible 16 miles. After the previous week's so-so run I needed this. I ran the first 4 with my sister, her friend, and my sister-in-law who is 33 weeks pregnant. We went slow and enjoyed some girl talk.
They turned right to a coffee shop and I turned left to run 12 more miles. Alone. I was actually looking forward to the alone time. And the whole thing went surprisingly well. I changed my route because I was so close to Minnehaha Falls in Minneapolis and I wanted to check it out.
I love how Instagram makes me look like a good photographer.
I went down the steps and ran through the trails. It was peaceful and invigorating. So cool to be in the middle of a city and have such great nature.
After checking out the falls I ran to my brother's house and asked for a banana. I still had 7 miles to go and was hungry. They laughed and sent me on my way.
I use the mapmyrun app and I love the voice that announces mileage and average pace. I call her Siri's sister. My average pace kept dropping with each mile. I wasn't trying to go fast, I was just running what felt normal. I forget what the pace was by the end of the run. Maybe right around 9:30mm. The next day I was sore. And the next day and the day after that. I guess I pushed it a little too much and should have slowed down. I know it is the Long Slow Run and all, but I just went with what felt right.
So good to have a 16 mile run that felt great because after the 14 miler I was a little concerned with the distance and time commitment of training. It went so well that I was wasn't even nervous for 17 miles.
Yesterday morning a group of us met up again. We started the first 3.5 just like last week. All together, real slow and easy. Then my husband and I went out on our own. Just like last week, we kept getting the app announcement that our average pace was dropping with each mile. I said we needed to slow down and it felt like we did. I was talking the whole time and felt great.
We were about half way around our 2nd lake and it was mile 11 and I realized that we were probably further than 6 miles from home. I know, I know. How do I use a GPS app that maps everything and gives pace, but I didn't properly map out the run beforehand??! Well, I trusted my dad. That's a fair mistake! And I wasn't letting it get to me because when we hit 13.1 our time was 1:49. That is faster than my HM PR. And I felt great!! How is this happening?! Of course that negative voice jumps in and says: "Maybe this is your peak. maybe this is your best running and you'll get hurt before June." Shut up mean voice! I am a runner and loving it!
Long story, short: we ended up running 19. I fueled much better eating a Stinger honey waffle (holy yum!) around mile 9 and a mocha GU at 14. Still not a huge GU fan. At 16 I hit my "crabby wall" and sent my husband ahead of me. I was shocked by how good I felt throughout the run and even at the end once I got time to myself and back into that runner's zone. I was really shocked that my average pace was 8:49.
I think the biggest thing I've learned from this is START SLOW. I know that slow means different things for different people. All runners need to do what's best for their bodies. Starting slow makes sense. Warm up, right?! Well, I think I've always started too fast and then been zapped.
I am still shocked by how good I feel today. No soreness like last week. I feel ready for a marathon. I know I'll have another bad run before then and that's OK. It's good for mental toughness. Everyone that says training is a journey is absolutely right.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Had to share. From pinterest.
oh, bummer. You can't really read that. Just squint, k?
Friday, April 13, 2012
Its been a long week at work. DH works late tonight. The fridge is empty. The last thing I wanted to do was go grocery shopping and figure out something for a quick and healthy dinner that would make me and the kids happy. But better to do it quick on my own after work on a Friday than Saturday morning with toddlers in tow.
I quickly ran in and every crap food was calling my name. Here's my new secret weapon that I use when this happens. You turn your butt around and march back to the produce section. Buy every beautiful veggie you see. Yep, it's expensive. But it is way better than buying a bag of tortilla chips and salsa. Omg, tortilla chips and salsa. I sincerely apologize if I am activating any cravings... Ok, seriously, buy the produce. Buy baby carrots. Then buy A huge bag of carrots that you can peel yourself and save cash. Get what you need and that's it. Tempted to throw a bag of Oreos in the cart,back to the produce section for you! This time throw in a fresh pineapple. And then get outta that flippin store!
That's what's i did tonight and it worked. The kids munched happily on carrot sticks (no ranch!) while I chopped onions, broccol, bell peppers and that pineapple. I love roasted veggies. Quickly made homemade turkey meatballs and wow is this better than doritos. I will not feel gross tomorrow. No guilt involved. Fresh, real food for me and my family. Today I totally beat all that marketing crap machine of processed junk!!
One more thing I have to share with. My sparkles... Today when I walked into the gym to pick up my kindergarteners from Phy. Ed. Two huge ropes were hanging from the ceiling. I have Worked at this school for seven years and never seen the ropes. I LOVED the ropes in grade school. I told my class how much I loved it and one boy screamed "show us!!" (they had been swinging on the ropes, not climbing) so for about 10 seconds I was the coolest kindergarten teacher in the world because I jumped on the rope and attempted to climb up. The kids went crazy. I barely got anywhere and my hands kill now. But I know I impressed the Phy. Ed. Teacher!
Workout like a kid! Eat a garden! Have a good weekend everybody.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
I told myself I would blog throughout marathon training so I could look back on my progress. Well, I also told myself I would cut back on internet time. And then I got an iphone. And then I discovered Instagram. oh lord, so many wasted minutes.
Last week's long run was 14. Longest distance to date. We were supposed to run 14 a few weeks ago, but mapped it wrong and it was only 13.5. Talk about feeling deflated after an amazing run. 13.5 with my dad and husband. We're having a good time together. My dad hasn't run a marathon in quite a few years and he says this will for sure be his last. It's fun to talk running with him and see how little has changed over the years. Fartleks, GUs, slow long distance strategy are still the talk.
Again, I digress... the 14 was fine. The time commitment of marathon training has been an eye opener. Oh, it's Easter. All your family will be together. Too bad. You'll have to leave brunch early and go run for TWO and a HALF HOURS!!! Then shower and go rejoin the fam. It is serious dedication to a goal at this point. I did not want to run. DH was annoyingly excited, chipper, and ready for the miles. It's no surprise to me that this was not my greatest run of all time. I didn't want to do it. And this whole running thing, as my sparkbuds know, is much more mental than physical. I guess I'll call this a mental win. I ran the 14 without any tantrums and I felt good at the end. win.
This weekend is 16. I know I can do it. But like I said, it's the time it takes to cover these crazy distances that is starting to get to me. I don't think I really appreciated the true distance I was running until this weekend. It just felt LONG. far. really long. really far. And I know you're thinking, ummmmm, you signed up for a marathon. That's a pretty specific distance. No one calls it 26 miles. It is 26 POINT 2. We all know this right? But I'm not sure I appreciated it until now.
My other 2 runs each week are going really well. I think the long runs are somehow helping me keep up with my irongirls. We run 8 every Tuesday morning and last week and this morning I felt so much better throughout the run. And we've shaved 8-10 minutes off our time since we're not dealing with snow and ice.
Thursdays are still tough. I'm tired at the end of the day. I am so much more of an early morning runner. I wish DH didn't work at 5 am some days. I'd get up and run then if I could. There isn't much of a 5am babysitter market. weird, huh? Anyway, we're getting the miles in and that's what counts. And we're having fun doing it. And that's what really counts!!
I've given up on my goal time. I'm not doing the prescribed speedwork and I know that's needed to get there. I think finishing and having fun is my goal at this point. I can work on speed for a different race. There is no way I want to feel the disappointment of the Get Lucky Half. Just to make sure, I signed up for Lake Minnetonka HM on May 6 so I could get one more race experience in me.
Here's some random thoughts:
I don't like GUs. I like honey. Or the Stinger chews.
I ate far too many chocolate peanut butter eggs.
I want a Lulu running skirt.
For the first time in my adult life, I actually think I have nice legs. Go on now, sing with me, "and she knows how to move em!"
I'm maintaining around 146-148 and maintenance is HARD. I still have to say no to something every single day.
I'm going to wear a bikini this summer. There. It's in print.
I still can't do a single pull-up. But I'm working on it!
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