I set off for my run this morning feeling positive, rested and ready to hit my times.
I had zero doubt that I could hit my paces.
Zero.
I was even a bit excited.
7 miles. Warm up. Cool down. 4x1600@7:16
I took off and ran out of the little neighborhood that starts my run. I felt peppy. I felt fantastic. I was ready.
Then, I got out of the neighborhood and the rain/snow mix started coming down.
The wind started blowing.
Go!
Fighting the wind, dodging puddles, rain and snow stinging my face. Fingers numb. Face freezing. Fighting the wind. Feeling like I'm standing still.
7:17
Half mile jog. The wind dies down. Feeling good. Go!
Wind at my back. Dodging more puddles. I've got this.
7:14
Half mile jog. Wind is crazy. Pushing. Pulling. Go!
Go!!
Holy cow!!
The wind is insane. It's pushing me in every direction. From my back and I'm running sub 7's. At me and I fight to keep a 7:30. Oh. My. Word!
7:25
Half mile jog. Wanting to quit. I'm soaked. Freezing. Wind blown. Tired. Fighting this wind is taking every ounce of strength that I have. Go!
Feeling like the Roadrunner. My legs, spinning in circles. I should be going faster. I'm not. I just might be standing still. Fight. Fight. Fight!!
7:31
Wind pushing me. Rain/snow soaking me. I just want to be done.
.5 mile cool down to get to 7.
7.14 when I get to my car. Why not go to an even 7.25? Shoot. Why not 7.5?
7.5.
1:02:03.
Done.
Had I been running in "normal" conditions, I would have been so disappointed in this run. However, the weather this morning was insane. I was pushed and pulled in all directions. I was giving it my all and that wind was relentless. I will check the "win" box on this one. Definitely a win!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Sweet Spot
After Friday's post, I decided that easy 9 miler I talked about was not going to happen.
I decided that rest was probably more important.
My parents were in town this weekend to celebrate Ella and I knew I wouldn't want to miss time with them.
However, Saturday morning, they were going to go visit with a friend.
And I needed to take Ella to a birthday.
A birthday, that just happened to be down the street from a great running path.
It beckoned.
I kissed my family, gathered Ella and off we went.
My mission for this run was to run EASY.
100%, no doubt about it, easy.
I smiled the entire run.
I talked to God.
I sang.
I stopped at the top of a bridge, took deep breaths and marveled at the world around me.
If I felt myself picking up the pace, I slowed myself down.
It was perfection and just what this tired running mama needed.
I got home and was greeted by Cory and my Mom standing in the kitchen. All I could do was glow and grin about my run. As I was thanking Cory for that time, he told me to turn around...
I decided that rest was probably more important.
My parents were in town this weekend to celebrate Ella and I knew I wouldn't want to miss time with them.
However, Saturday morning, they were going to go visit with a friend.
And I needed to take Ella to a birthday.
A birthday, that just happened to be down the street from a great running path.
It beckoned.
I kissed my family, gathered Ella and off we went.
My mission for this run was to run EASY.
100%, no doubt about it, easy.
I smiled the entire run.
I talked to God.
I sang.
I stopped at the top of a bridge, took deep breaths and marveled at the world around me.
If I felt myself picking up the pace, I slowed myself down.
It was perfection and just what this tired running mama needed.
I got home and was greeted by Cory and my Mom standing in the kitchen. All I could do was glow and grin about my run. As I was thanking Cory for that time, he told me to turn around...
My parents surprised me with an early birthday present and all I could think was, "Holy crap!" A 6 quart mixing bowl for my baking pleasure! Holy crap! Something I wanted and never in a million years thought I would actually own. Wow!!
That is a good day!!
Yesterday was spent in our pj's. I made waffles in the morning, rolls and cookies (a double batch!) in the afternoon, and enjoyed my family all day long.
It was just what I needed.
Today, back to the schedule.
8 miles, 5@7:54
Doubt.
Then, as I drove to my starting point, I gave myself a little pep talk...
I am rested.
I am hydrated.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
I've got this.
Warm-up 1.5 miles
Mile 1: 7:53
Mile 2: 7:46
Mile 3: 7:43
Mile 4: 7:48
Mile 5: 7:45
Cool down: 1.5 miles
Mile 1: 7:53
Mile 2: 7:46
Mile 3: 7:43
Mile 4: 7:48
Mile 5: 7:45
Cool down: 1.5 miles
I nailed it.
I found my mojo.
As I ran, I sang worship songs, I pushed hard in the rain, I found the sweet spot... That spot for me of working hard and still being able to smile. That spot, that line, in which to go in one direction would be too much and in the other direction, too little.
And now, as my "stylist" aka, Ella, does my hair, I have a lump in my throat and I can only praise the Lord for my amazing blessings!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Overtrained or Normal With 4 Weeks To Go??
I'm sitting here wishing my hubby was by my side.
I'm sitting here wanting to cry.
I ran my repeats this morning and did not hit my goal.
That's the first time I've done that.
The schedule called for 8 miles including warm up and cool down with 4x1600@7:21. I warmed up for 1 mile and kept myself slow and then...
7:19
7:17
7:22
7:23
I realize I wasn't off by much, but it's not like me to not get at least a bit under the goal pace.
Wednesday, I tried to run my 16 at race pace and didn't even come close.
Monday, was the usual Monday run of feeling like an elephant.
I haven't even gotten all my runs in this week, I have yet to do an easy 9 miles.
Am I struggling because I'm overtrained?
Is this just what I can expect with 1 more hard week to go before taper? That's what I keep telling myself...
1 more week and then I can "rest".
This is only marathon #2 for me and while training wasn't "easy" for #1, it wasn't like this. My mileage is at a place it's never been.
Is it just normal to be feeling this way??
I'm not going to fail, right??
I realize I'm hormonal.
I realize this is not the end of the world.
I also realize that I set goals for myself and I feel like I'm failing.
gulp.
Please tell me I'm not alone!
Stepping away from the running thoughts.
Time to celebrate a sweet little girl and her 7th birthday!
I'm sitting here wanting to cry.
I ran my repeats this morning and did not hit my goal.
That's the first time I've done that.
The schedule called for 8 miles including warm up and cool down with 4x1600@7:21. I warmed up for 1 mile and kept myself slow and then...
7:19
7:17
7:22
7:23
I realize I wasn't off by much, but it's not like me to not get at least a bit under the goal pace.
Wednesday, I tried to run my 16 at race pace and didn't even come close.
Monday, was the usual Monday run of feeling like an elephant.
I haven't even gotten all my runs in this week, I have yet to do an easy 9 miles.
Am I struggling because I'm overtrained?
Is this just what I can expect with 1 more hard week to go before taper? That's what I keep telling myself...
1 more week and then I can "rest".
This is only marathon #2 for me and while training wasn't "easy" for #1, it wasn't like this. My mileage is at a place it's never been.
Is it just normal to be feeling this way??
I'm not going to fail, right??
I realize I'm hormonal.
I realize this is not the end of the world.
I also realize that I set goals for myself and I feel like I'm failing.
gulp.
Please tell me I'm not alone!
Stepping away from the running thoughts.
Time to celebrate a sweet little girl and her 7th birthday!
Friday, February 10, 2012
22
Today, I ran 22 miles.
Right now, to say I'm sore doesn't even cover it.
My buns, quads and calves are "zinging", as I like to say. I can feel my muscles screaming at me.
I am tired.
Today, I ran 18 miles strong. Then, it became all about mental strength.
My goals were simple...
Don't go out too fast.
Don't push too hard at any time.
Work on your endurance.
Complete 22 miles.
I was tempted to stop at 21.
I was really tempted to stop at 21.5 when I had to run past the street my car was parked on. Who likes to run past their car with 1/2 mile to go?
I've been working on my strategy. To not go out too strong. To get progressively faster. This is my goal for race day.
Today's times...
9:25, 9:23, 9:16, 9:15, 9:07, 9:05 - Right on target. Heading to the 8:50's...
8:51, 8:50, 8:49, 8:54, 8:58, 8:53, 8:57, 8:58, 8:55, 8:58, 9:02, 8:57 - Fading...
9:26, 9:07, 9:39, 9:17 - 4 more. That's all. 4 more. Fighting. Sideways rain. 22. How bad do you want it?
My mind started telling me that I couldn't do it. That a sub 4 was out of the question. That I was slow. And then, I started to remind my feeble mind...
On race day, I will have tapered for 3 weeks.
On race day, I will not have run 8 of my fastest miles just 2 days before. 5 of those miles at a sub 8:00 pace.
On race day, I will not have spent the entire day before scrubbing and cleaning my house.
On race day, I will be rested.
On race day, I will have completed ALL of my training.
On race day, I will be ready.
My body aches.
I don't want to move.
And yet, I'm smiling.
22 miles done.
Done.
God sure is good!
Right now, to say I'm sore doesn't even cover it.
My buns, quads and calves are "zinging", as I like to say. I can feel my muscles screaming at me.
I am tired.
Today, I ran 18 miles strong. Then, it became all about mental strength.
My goals were simple...
Don't go out too fast.
Don't push too hard at any time.
Work on your endurance.
Complete 22 miles.
I was tempted to stop at 21.
I was really tempted to stop at 21.5 when I had to run past the street my car was parked on. Who likes to run past their car with 1/2 mile to go?
I've been working on my strategy. To not go out too strong. To get progressively faster. This is my goal for race day.
Today's times...
9:25, 9:23, 9:16, 9:15, 9:07, 9:05 - Right on target. Heading to the 8:50's...
8:51, 8:50, 8:49, 8:54, 8:58, 8:53, 8:57, 8:58, 8:55, 8:58, 9:02, 8:57 - Fading...
9:26, 9:07, 9:39, 9:17 - 4 more. That's all. 4 more. Fighting. Sideways rain. 22. How bad do you want it?
My mind started telling me that I couldn't do it. That a sub 4 was out of the question. That I was slow. And then, I started to remind my feeble mind...
On race day, I will have tapered for 3 weeks.
On race day, I will not have run 8 of my fastest miles just 2 days before. 5 of those miles at a sub 8:00 pace.
On race day, I will not have spent the entire day before scrubbing and cleaning my house.
On race day, I will be rested.
On race day, I will have completed ALL of my training.
On race day, I will be ready.
My body aches.
I don't want to move.
And yet, I'm smiling.
22 miles done.
Done.
God sure is good!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Random Runner Ramblings
I was closing out of my blog the other day and my Daily Mile widget caught my eye. It said...
2012 Miles 146
I saw it for only a split second and had to open the computer back up and head to Daily Mile. That had to be wrong.
It wasn't.
Yesterday, the very last day of January, I ran 7 miles. 7 miles that put me at 153 miles for the month. 153 miles is the highest amount of miles I had ever ran in any month! 153!!! How in the world did I run 153? While I run 4 days a week, it certainly has not felt like I've ran that many miles. However, as I thought about that number, 153, I realized that perhaps, that is why I'm often tired. Perhaps, that's why my quads have been wanting some extra stretches. Perhaps, that's why I've felt like I am hungry at almost all hours of the day. Perhaps, all things point to 153 miles!
All I can do is smile.
And this month, I will run even more :)
Marathon training could not be going better. Although there are days when I might just send a text that says,
My car is warm. I'm tired. I don't want to...
Thankfully, I might get a response that tells me I can. That points out that it's sunny. That gives me the little kick I need.
That was this morning.
And then, I might have 8 easy miles on the schedule and I might start off doing just that. However, when I noticed a girl up ahead, pushing hard, a competitive instinct kicked in that I didn't even know I had. Before I could tell my body "NO" for the 10th time I was passing her. And once I passed her, I was determined to stay in front of her. I wouldn't let myself go completely all out (might be too obnoxious and too obvious) but, man, it felt good. And, I found my smile.
Yesterday, I was given an unexpected treat of running outside, from my house, on a Tuesday. B went to work with Cory and I got to run on the hills. I was expecting little and, truth be told, was a little intimidated by the hills. Imagine my surprise when I finished my run and looked at my times. 7 miles at an 8:37 average.
Monday, I was to run 8 miles easy. 8 miles that had me feeling like a Clydesdale. Funny. One day I'm a Clydesdale, the next a gazelle, and finally, on day 3 I kick some rear. Oh, to be a runner...
I think I'm realizing that my body gets tired after 2 days off in a row. Monday runs are always the hardest. I have a hard time finding my groove. My legs are often heavy. My Wednesday runs find me feeling the best. I have started wondering if it's because of the 2 days off in a row on the weekends. However, even though I'm filled with bricks on Mondays, I know those rest days are important and I am loving having the entire weekend with my family!
6 1/2 weeks until L.A. That's not very far away. I'm starting to wonder what I'm truly capable of. I'm starting to question myself. Under ideal conditions, I think a sub 4 should not be an issue. I'm even thinking sub 3:50 is doable. Below that, I'm not sure. I need to start studying the course and mapping out a plan. I'm learning that when I go in with a plan, my runs are often successful. Man, I'm so excited!
And now, time to catch up on some chores :)
2012 Miles 146
I saw it for only a split second and had to open the computer back up and head to Daily Mile. That had to be wrong.
It wasn't.
Yesterday, the very last day of January, I ran 7 miles. 7 miles that put me at 153 miles for the month. 153 miles is the highest amount of miles I had ever ran in any month! 153!!! How in the world did I run 153? While I run 4 days a week, it certainly has not felt like I've ran that many miles. However, as I thought about that number, 153, I realized that perhaps, that is why I'm often tired. Perhaps, that's why my quads have been wanting some extra stretches. Perhaps, that's why I've felt like I am hungry at almost all hours of the day. Perhaps, all things point to 153 miles!
All I can do is smile.
And this month, I will run even more :)
Marathon training could not be going better. Although there are days when I might just send a text that says,
My car is warm. I'm tired. I don't want to...
Thankfully, I might get a response that tells me I can. That points out that it's sunny. That gives me the little kick I need.
That was this morning.
And then, I might have 8 easy miles on the schedule and I might start off doing just that. However, when I noticed a girl up ahead, pushing hard, a competitive instinct kicked in that I didn't even know I had. Before I could tell my body "NO" for the 10th time I was passing her. And once I passed her, I was determined to stay in front of her. I wouldn't let myself go completely all out (might be too obnoxious and too obvious) but, man, it felt good. And, I found my smile.
Yesterday, I was given an unexpected treat of running outside, from my house, on a Tuesday. B went to work with Cory and I got to run on the hills. I was expecting little and, truth be told, was a little intimidated by the hills. Imagine my surprise when I finished my run and looked at my times. 7 miles at an 8:37 average.
Monday, I was to run 8 miles easy. 8 miles that had me feeling like a Clydesdale. Funny. One day I'm a Clydesdale, the next a gazelle, and finally, on day 3 I kick some rear. Oh, to be a runner...
I think I'm realizing that my body gets tired after 2 days off in a row. Monday runs are always the hardest. I have a hard time finding my groove. My legs are often heavy. My Wednesday runs find me feeling the best. I have started wondering if it's because of the 2 days off in a row on the weekends. However, even though I'm filled with bricks on Mondays, I know those rest days are important and I am loving having the entire weekend with my family!
6 1/2 weeks until L.A. That's not very far away. I'm starting to wonder what I'm truly capable of. I'm starting to question myself. Under ideal conditions, I think a sub 4 should not be an issue. I'm even thinking sub 3:50 is doable. Below that, I'm not sure. I need to start studying the course and mapping out a plan. I'm learning that when I go in with a plan, my runs are often successful. Man, I'm so excited!
And now, time to catch up on some chores :)
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