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.
Much like a thousand other people today, I caught the running bug watching the Boston Marathon. So, I thought I’d take this time to officially declare my goal for the Chicago Marathon.
In thinking about it, my PR is 3:58:02. Now, I should have done better that day–really. I stopped to walk through the water stops and did a few other things that set me back a few minutes. But that’s the race I ran, so 3:58:02 is my PR. With that said, as of right now, my goal for the race is going to be 3:50. Sarah and I talked about our shared goal, and for some reason, it’s not coming to mind. So this goal may be amended once or twice. It may be aggressive, but I have a few things to motivate me this year.
In the meantime, until training officially kicks off (and I’ve decided I’m going to try Pfitz this year), I’m doing speed work and tempo runs. It’s very similar to the plan I used for Illinois and hopefully, it keeps me in good shape and prepares me for the start of training in a few weeks.
0.5 mi warm-up
3×1600 intervals (7:45, 7:30, 7:15) w/ 0.25 mi rest intervals (RI)
0.25 mi cool down
I feel like I’ve been held under water for a few seconds too long, and I’m finally coming up for air.
It’s been a crazy two weeks here at work, and right about now, I’m extremely excited for 5 p.m. to roll around. It’s not that work has been hard per se, but I’ve had several time-sensative projects under way, and they just stress me out. Thankfully, I was finally able to put one to bed today. Not all of them are complete, but the fact that one is out of the way has been a HUGE mental boost.
Sarah and I have an 18-mile run tomorrow, which is fine and all, except for the six to eight inches of snow we’re supposed to get by tomorrow afternoon. Snow? Really? As long as it’s not colder than sh#t, I’ll be fine I guess. But I could really do without the snow at this point.
The past few days have gone by so quickly. My entire family came into town Wednesday evening, and somehow, it’s already Saturday night. We’ve been doing “touristy” things the past few days–visiting Shedd Aquarium and taking a walk down Navy Pier and down Michigan Ave. to Millennium Park. I took my parents by the reception venue Sarah and I have picked out and, with the office closed, showed them where I work. We saw the Royals lose to the White Sox (the tickets were a gift to my dad). In all, we’ve just been enjoying the time. Sarah cooked a great meal for us on Wednesday night–my parent’s keep raving about it, in fact–and she was able to get some time off and join us Friday for all of the festivities. My brother beat me in at least one race of Mario Kart Wii (as he predicted he would) and found time Saturday afternoon to meet up with friends. In all, it’s been a good couple of days, and time has flown by yet again.
Despite all of the time we spent on our feet yesterday–walking, riding the train, etc.–Sarah and I headed out for our 17 mile long run this morning in the midst of rain showers. Again, it was perfect. The temperature was in the upper 80s/low 90s yesterday, so we were a bit concerned, but with the rain coming down, temperatures had cooled to the lower and mid 70s. The best part was that it stayed that way for a majority of our run. Cardiovascularly, we were both fine. Leg-wise … well, we were tired. But we pressed on, and it was fantastic. Following our run, we both realized that our feet didn’t like the run nearly as much as we did, which is lame. But it happens. The rest of the day has been filled with a few of the “touristy” activities mentioned above. My parents and I ate brunch at one of my favorite places; the pancakes were great, and we had one of those good parent/son conversations that touched on a little of everything. I’m pooped now. And in re-reading this, I realized I’m rambling. So I’m done.
Every once in a while, I seem to have “short” training runs that make boost my confidence and make me believe that overall, my training is going to go well from start to finish.
Tonight’s run was exactly that.
Sure, there may be hurdles to overcome (the most-recurring being laziness and overall apathy), but when it boils down to it, the training will pass week by week and before you know it, the marathon will be here. Why was I reminded this tonight? Well, primarily because I really didn’t want to run. My legs were tired from last night’s kickass LT run. I was a bit lazy (see the hurdles I mentioned earlier). And the MLB All-Star Game was starting. But after pushing all of those excuses aside in my head, we laced up our shoes and headed out. No sweat. Just like our training.
Ugh. That pretty much summarizes the way I felt waking up this morning. I didn’t want to come to work. I just wanted to sleep. Ugh.
Last night’s 8 mile run (w/ strides) was actually quite pleasant, besides the heat, and I ended up pacing right around 9:30 min/mile. By the time it came for me to run my strides, it was dark outside, so rather than trying to stare at my Garmin to determine when I had sprinted .0625 miles, I used landmarks to judge my progress. I ran to the light pole. I ran to the end of the sidewalk. I ran to the stop sign. With these little things serving as my 100 meter gauge, I think I was pretty darn accurate. I was completely exhausted by the end of them, that’s for certain.
I have a 9 mile run tomorrow morning before work, and then I head to NYC in the afternoon for a bachelor party. My roommate is getting married and as Best Man, I’ve been doing my best to plan this thing from KC. We’ll see how it goes. I’m packing my running shoes to try to get at least one run in, but I’m 50/50 right now as to whether or not running will actually take place.