The first long run of this training season is officially in the books. It’s done. And the one thing that I learned? Well, not really learned, but was reminded … don’t be a dumbass. Don’t pretend like you can just wake up on Saturday morning and run 12 miles without fueling. You can, but it sucks. A lot. And you feel like you want to pass out. Luckily, though, despite my stupidity yesterday morning, I didn’t pass out. Just remember, kids, a granola bar and cup of yogurt do not count as pre-run fuel when you really don’t eat anything a day earlier.
The run ended up taking us two hours, which isn’t too bad for a long run. Though, I was surprised to see that our last two miles were the fastest–particularly since I felt like Death.
Miles 1 through 2 — 20:20
Miles 3 through 6 — 40:17 (I forgot to hit the lap button on my watch at the 4 mile marker)
Miles 6 through 8 — 20:11
Miles 8 through 10 — 20:07
Miles 10 through 12 — 19:03
Tomorrow, we have 8 miles with 10x100m strides.
Now … to the “fun” part of our weekend. Cleaning. It’s dawned on us several times in the past week that this wedding thing is slowly getting closer and closer … and that we should probably consider making sure that everything is in order. Both for the wedding and for my eventual move in to Sarah’s apartment. As Sarah kicked ass cleaning out her closet (begrudingly making room for my clothes) and other areas of the apartment, I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, filed papers, etc. We managed to accomplish quite a bit in about a day and a half, but still have a lot to do. If any one is free and wants to help, I have no money to pay you, but am willing to give you a hardy handshake and my utmost gratitude. Just give me a ring. Really.
One last note: I’d also like to add that I am extremely grateful for Sarah cleaning her closets and making room for my stuff. I know it stresses her out. That is all.
Before you begin reading, know that this post is like many (most) of my posts–rambling with really no deep thought or takeaway.
With that said…
Well, two training runs down. A sh#t ton more to go. This is going to be one, long training season. And damn it, I couldn’t be more excited! Really.
Sarah and I rocked out a nice mile run this evening in just under an hour and a half, and I realized that it will definitely be these medium-long runs that prove to be my biggest challenge. More than anything, I’ve typically lacked the motivation. I’m generally a 3-4 days per week and 30 miles/week + speed work type of runner. But I decided to go hardcore for the Chicago Marathon and try a more aggressive plan that builds up to as much as 55 miles/week. So as we look to eat out less and spend less money in general, I think this plan is going to work. I just need to buckle down, focus and make it through the Wednesday/Thursday runs of 9+ miles, and I’ll be fine. It’ll be a day-to-day challenge, but I’m ready for it.
So, my schedule this week includes 32 miles total and looks like this:
- Monday – 7 mi w/ 10×100 strides
- Wednesday – 9 mi
- Thursday – Lifting
- Friday – Lifting (morning) and 4 mi (evening)
- Saturday – 12 mi
And, while the following has no relevance to running, these MVP commercials are my favorites right now, so I wanted to make sure everyone had a good laugh.
Whenever I start to think about running/working out after work these days, my brain immediately starts to convince itself that it’s okay not to run a day here or a day there. Or that not doing speedwork or a tempo run is okay–I can just go out for a couple of miles, and in the end, it will all work itself out. Well, no more.
It may come as a surprise to many of you, but I think I’ve managed to trick my brain into purging these ridiculous excuses by identifying my big problems. They are:
1) No accountability; I just need to be more accountable. Sarah and I talked about this a bit a few weeks ago, and when it comes down to it, there isn’t a group of people saying “hey, where were you on XXX date?” It’s just Sarah and me. She’s been great about training. I’ve been “meh.”
2) Apathy – I just need to remind myself of why I want to run a 3:50, and that I’m not the type of person that can just go out and do it; I have to work for it.
In the end, I think the ultimate and most plausible solution is blogging. By writing down what I’m running (or suppose to run) it’s a constant reminder to get out and work towards this goal I’ve set. Even if no one else is reading, it’ll be a constant reminder for myself.
So last night, we ran 4 miles; nothing out of the ordinary, just ran.
Tonight, I’ll do some sort of tempo run. Not sure what that will be at this point, but I’ll do something.
March 1st. It’s Sarah’s birthday. So one last time … HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! As she’s done for the past several years, Sarah spent her birthday among friends. Three years ago, she traveled to Chicago (for our first date). Last year, she visited Minnesota (more on that later). And this year, it was Philly. I only bring this up because of it’s significance. You see, March 1st is also the day I asked Sarah’s dad for his permission to marry her.
March 1, 2008. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Sarah was going out of town for her birthday, giving me the chance to drive to Michigan to talk to her dad. I didn’t have a car, so I had to ask Sarah if I could borrow her’s, and as a byproduct, I had to tell her why I needed her car. We had discussed getting married before, so the fact that I wanted to talk to her dad came as no surprise.
I remember the day quite well: I woke up early to get on the road (her dad offered to meet me half-way at her brother’s–from there, we could go grab lunch); I got lost and had to call Sarah to determine exactly which town her brother lived in–is it Holland or Jenison?; we (her dad and I) got lost on the way to the restaurant; I remember what we ate, what we drank; his words of words of approval and his advice. I remember it all.
March 1. It’ll always be a great day. The day that Sarah was born, and the day that Mr. Brittain said “I feel good about this thing.” So do I.
Sarah’s in Philly this weekend visiting friends, and as a result, I’m blogging at 12:30 a.m. It’s amazing. If she’s here, I’d have been asleep for two-plus hours and well rested tomorrow. Instead, my dumbass is up late and will be tired in the morning. Damn my loss of direction with her gone. Anyways, on to my ramblings…
Today was a good day. The highlight came at noon, which is typically not the case, as Sarah and I toured a hotel we’re considering for our guests. While the hotel isn’t quite done yet, the staff was willing to show us around (which was great), and after the tour, we were sold (though we still need to work out details). The rest of the day was pretty ho-hum by comparison, until I headed home to go run. I debated whether or not to go run (it was raining pretty hard outside) for about 10 minutes or so as I mapped out my route. My running clothes were on and my shoes were tied, but one obstacle was in my way. I was sitting on the couch. Couch and TV. Or running in the rain? Couch and TV. Running in the rain? It would seem like a no-brainer. Hell, once I realized that last week’s episode of BSG was available for viewing On-Demand, the smart bet would have been on my lazy ass staying on that couch. But I didn’t. Surprisingly, I ran.
I was supposed to do 10 miles according to my training plan. Then Sarah and I talked about running 8 miles this morning together (following her plan), but we decided to sleep in instead. So I began with 10 miles, which went to 8 miles, and then 8 went to nothing. Well, until I got off the couch and ran that is. Even with a thunderstorm moving threw (I just found out it was record setting rain), I ran and I ran hard. Six miles in 54 minutes, and it felt good. It felt great actually. I ran through puddles of ankle to knee high water in places, and I was absolutely drenched. I’m sure it’s only a fraction of water and mud Sarah has described with DWD, but still, it was a great way to spend an evening.
Great day. Great evening. Now … time for bed.
When you wake up to your fiance asking “would you like me to make you blueberry pancakes or blueberry muffins?” you know it’s going to be a fantastic day. And it was. We didn’t run our 17 miles as planned; instead, we went down to Snow Days and saw the snow sculptures. We ate lunch with Sarah’s boss and her daughter (and her boyfriend), and we watched KU beat K-State. You could pretty much say that we did nothing. We just sat back and relaxed the entire day. And now, Sarah is treating me to a home-cooked meal for Valentine’s Day. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day.
We’ll make up our run tomorrow (because we’re awesome like that), but for now, the lounging continues.
A true test to see if I’ve back to my old running self is always the “early to rise” test. If I’m willing to meet friends for runs early in the morning … which in turn means that I must get up at ungodly hours … then the answer is undoubtedly “yes.”
Take this morning for example. Sarah and I were up at 4 a.m. (well, that’s when the first alarm went off) and out of the house by 4:30 or so. Why so early (or so crazy) you might ask yourself? Well, Tim, a fellow blogger and runner, is in town for the weekend and asked if Sarah and I would be up for a run at some point. Given the choice between before or after wrok … we decided the former would give us the best chance at actually completing the run. Anyways, we ran a great 7 miles. I say “great” in that it was nice to meet Tim and run together; it was all kinds of sh#tty in the sense that my shin continued to somewhat bother me. Oh well. Que sera sera. Good company and a good run. That’s all that matters.
Tomorrow, Sarah and I will be logging 17 miles. I’ve decided that given the minor pain I’ve been experiencing over the last few runs, I’ll be icing quite a bit tonight and wearing a compression sleeve on my leg tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.
Either way, it looks like I’m back.