I’ve been putting off this race report because it was easier for me just to pretend it didn’t happen. But 2 full weeks and a big glass of wine later, I’m finally ready to process exactly what happened over my 13.1-mile-long (or 13.4 according to my GPS) meltdown along the streets of Houston. Read more >>
I am a stay at home mom and group fitness instructor from South Texas. I love reading, wine, and travel. I write about trends, injury prevention and maintenance, and satire. I am training to break 1:30 in the half marathon sometime soon, and for the 2017 Boston Marathon.
I checked the temperature on my iPhone again to see if it had changed in the last 30 seconds. Nope, still 18 degrees. Sighing, I pulled up my socks, reluctantly put on my shoes, started my podcast and headed out the door for a 6-mile easy run. I turned left out of my driveway and began to climb the giant hill. Quads burning, eyes watering and nose running, I audibly groaned. “Why am I doing this to myself?” I thought as I wiped my nose on my glove. “I thought this was supposed to be fun.”
Ah, running. It’s our biggest hobby and also our biggest pain in the ass. We knew it was hard when we started. All of us can remember the days when a mile was a huge accomplishment and we thought we’d have shin splints and blisters forever. We even enjoy the hard part. There’s nothing better than that feeling of accomplishment after nailing a hard workout, or finding that point in a workout when it goes from being impossible to manageable.
But what happens when running is ALWAYS hard? When we never find that sweet spot and every run is a struggle? Do we push through and keep suffering for its own sake? And if so, why?
You trained like you’ve never trained before. Your training plan was your bitch this season, and you were happily posting #crushedit selfies right and left on Instagram. You arrived at the starting line ready to slay this race. And then … you don’t.
Okay. You are resilient. You suck it up, sign up for another race, repeat the process, hope for the best… and wind up with the same result.
It was 6 AM, and I was finishing a set of 1600s on a high school track. The sun had just risen and I was feeling accomplished — peaceful even, given the beautiful sunrise. There were a few other runners and walkers near me starting their workouts. One of them approached me as I switched my racing flats out for my cooldown. “Excuse me,” the older gentleman said. “I was just watching you run and couldn’t help but wonder … how many carbs do you eat in a day?”
I was completely dumbfounded. Not only do I have absolutely no idea what “how many carbs” means — pounds? Grams? Loaves of bread? (I am aware that people count macros but I don’t — it sounds like a nightmare.) But I also wasn’t sure what kind of answer he was looking for. Did he think I ate too many carbs? Not enough? Was he going to make me feel bad about my diet after I’d just been so proud of running 1600s in 6:05? Eventually I stammered “Oh, just enough so I can feel good running! Have a good day, bye!” and took off for a cool down.
This is not the first time I’ve been asked about my diet as a runner. People tend to either assume that, since I run, I’m obsessed with a perfect diet or seeking advice about the perfect diet. Neither is true. They tend to be shocked that I drink my fair share of diet Dr. Peppers and spend the summer looking forward to September when candy corn will be sold. I remember reading a Runner’s World article about people who “squeaked” into the Boston marathon and reading the line, “They are willing to give up wine or dessert, but not both.” I read that line and thought, “Is it bad that I am totally unwilling to give up either?”
I have friends who eschew sweets and alcohol for weeks or months leading into their goal races, and while I’ll probably clean up a bit the week before a big race, I won’t give up my treats for long periods of time. Maybe it’s because I’ve struggled with disordered eating in the past or maybe because the child in me doesn’t like to be told what to do, but I don’t want to spend the already-stressful taper worrying about what I can and can’t eat. If I were an elite runner, and my livelihood depended on me being lean enough to perform well, I might feel differently. But since I’m just an occasional age-group winner, I’ll keep my nightly ice cream. I give up a lot to run: no late nights, no Saturday mornings spent sleeping in, feet that look embarrassingly awful. I don’t want to give up dietary treats either.
Running and nutrition is such a personal matter. Many runners, myself included, have sensitive stomachs and have to be selective with our pre-race and racing nutrition. I run 99% of my runs with no food beforehand, save for the occasional cup of coffee. I know, I know — I’m sure you’re gasping and shaking your fists at the computer screen. Please know that I’ve tried eating before morning runs and it always ends with cramps, nausea or sprints into the nearest porta-potty, or if I’m not as lucky, woods. And yes, I’ve tried waking up early, but if I have to start running at 5 I’m not waking up at 2 just to eat.
My tried-and-true system of a big snack before bed has worked for me for years, but is usually met with shock. Once I admit this to other runners, the suggestions come flying in. “Try UCan!” (I’ve tried it, it makes me gag), “What about bananas?” (cramps), “Maybe toast?” (ditto) “I really like oatmeal before a run!” (only if I want to spend 16 miles pooping intermittently). I think it’s hard for us to accept that other people eat differently than us, or that other runners can disregard a nutrition gold standard and still perform, but it can happen. There are even runners who don’t fuel during a race, or who chew gum or suck on hard candies instead of gels or chews, or who don’t immediately find a fuel source that consists of a 3:1 ratio of carbs to protein within the oh-so-crucial 30-minute window after a workout.
It’s true that many runners care about nutrition, both from a performance viewpoint and weight-loss perspective. But not all of us do, and not all of us are looking for nutrition advice from random strangers on the track. So when it comes to nutrition, you keep doing you and I’ll keep doing me.
What is your preferred time of day to receive unsolicited dietary advice from random strangers?
Recently, I ran a half marathon 5 minutes slower than I’d hoped to, and I wasn’t sad at all.
This may not seem like a big deal, but 2 years ago I ran a half marathon with the exact same goal (1:29), and the exact same finish time (1:34) and I was devastated. As in, sobbing Nancy Kerrigan-style after the race, throwing the medal away, refusing to speak about it for months. I was so upset that didn’t run another half marathon for a year and almost swore off running for good. Yet after this year’s series of unfortunate race events, I was eating chicken and waffles and smiling within an hour of finishing. So what changed? Have I grown older and wiser or just lost my competitive fire? I think maybe a little bit of both.
Let’s start with my most recent race. I’d trained harder than I ever have for a half marathon before. I peaked at 60 miles a week, and was feeling mentally kind of blah and physically a little beat up going in. For the last week of training and going into the taper, I’d been experiencing some pain in my SI joint, radiating into my left hip. I saw a local chiropractor who wasn’t able to offer a ton of help or advice, except that probably nothing was broken and it may or may not resolve itself (by the way, if you live in the DFW area, please send me your best sports chiropractor/sports medicine docs!). Mentally, I’ve been training pretty hard since May and just really was ready for some down time. I’d been on team “break 1:30 or die,” but during the taper made peace with the fact that that might not happen for me.
When I woke up and checked the weather race morning, I immediately thought “not a PR day.” The weather was forecasted to be mid- to high-60s with high humidity and sporadic showers. I have run all my PRs in 30-degree temps, and I know I dehydrate very easily and would struggle. I shoveled down half a plain bagel, made it to the start where I ran a quick warmup, peed twice and gagged down a caffeinated Gu with 15 minutes to spare. I eyed my fellow competitors and pegged one girl to be my biggest competition, purely based on her clothing (buns and a cross country tee), and before I knew it we were off quickly. Too quickly, as it turned out. Just past the first 400 meters, I looked at my watch to discover the female I eyed at the start and I were running 5:30 pace. I backed off and let her go, and tried to force myself to slow down to my planned 6:55, but it turned out to be too little too late. When my watch beeped at 6:37 I knew I’d shot myself in the foot.
My low back was sending shooting pains into my hip by mile 2. The way-too-fast pace, humidity, and pain slowly caught up to me. I went through the next few miles in 6:50, 6:51, 6:51, 6:55, 6:57 and then I knew I was toast. I was working way harder than I should have been at mile 5 of a half marathon. I remembered my PR half marathon where I felt like I was effortlessly gliding and knew I felt not even remotely like that. I stopped looking at my watch at mile 6 and focused on not letting any other women pass me. The miles slowly, painfully dragged by until I slogged over the finish line in 1:34, second female by only a few seconds. I sat in the grass and caught my breath for a few seconds, ignoring the searing pain in my hip, and then limped off to find my husband and kids who were handing out jelly beans on the course.
I got several “are you ok?’ and “I’m so sorry!” texts after this race, and here’s the thing: I’m shocked with how fine I am with all this. I wasn’t sad even for a second. I was irritated that I’d gone out at such a stupid pace and a little miffed that I didn’t have any fight in me, but I don’t feel like I’ve failed as an athlete the way I did two years ago.
During the taper, I thought about my running career a bit. I ran my first half marathon in 2009 and finished in 2:07. Five months later I ran another one in 1:42, and slowly chipped my way down to 1:31. 1:29 sounds like a nice number, but if I never get any faster, is 1:31 any less impressive? I have rheumatoid arthritis, and I’ve had 2 kids, and 1:31 is a time to be proud of — just like 1:42 was and 2:07 was. Running doesn’t define me as a person the way that it used to. I used to constantly agonize over tempo runs I’d missed paces on. I tracked fellow runners on Athlinks and berated myself for not putting out similar times. Now, running is a fun part of my life, but not such a huge part that I feel incomplete if I don’t meet running goals.
In the wake of this, I made a few decisions. Most importantly, I switched from the Houston Marathon to the half. I would like to try to not run like a dummy in a half again, and I really just don’t have it in me to train for another marathon. There’s no way I’ll top the experience I had at Boston last year, and while part of me would like a faster marathon PR, the more realistic part of me realizes that my body isn’t ready for it. I’m going to lay low training-wise for a few weeks, and then get back into half training. I’m going to attempt to add more yoga into my training. I always feel so much better if I can get it in at least once a week, so if you can recommend any great YouTube yoga classes, let me know!
I’m excited to try to run a half marathon PR again one day. But I know that even if I don’t, I’m still a good runner, and I’m still proud of what I’ve done.
I cut back on this week in preparation for the Fort Worth Half marathon on 11/12, and spent some time reflecting on how funny it is to consider 45 miles a “cutback” week! I had one hard workout and a medium long run, and managed to get to the gym a few times for some strength training. This week I’ll taper big time (like maybe 12 miles total) and get ready for Sunday!
Monday- 8 easy miles, 7:54 pace. Later I got in some strength training.
Tuesday- Last mile repeats of the season, thank goodness. 2 mile warmup, and then 3×1 mile at 6:07, 6:06. 6:06 (goal was 6:05 but I’ll call that good enough) with .5 mile slog between, 1 cooldown. Last week after a workout I noticed some pain in my left hip/glute/SI joint, so I went to Airrosti to check it out because I can still feel it on speed days. He didn’t think it was anything too serious-TFL and glute med issue. I got some fun rehab exercises and hopefully it will be gone by the race.
Wednesday- 7 easy, 7:54 pace again. I did some strength training here too.
Thursday- Back to the track. Today’s workout was 6×800 at goal half pace, which is a 3:26 800. I’ve been doing them at 2:53, so these felt painfully slow, to the point where I was basically shuffling the last 50 or so meters. My coach said this is supposed to show me that half pace is not that fast…hopefully 13.1 miles continuously will feel as easy as 6×800 with rest.
Friday-I had 6.5 easy that I just did not want to do. It was chilly and gloomy and I was in a bad mood, so I did this on the treadmill with the sole purpose of catching up on Grey’s Anatomy. The episode was meh and so was my run (8:30 pace). Later I took a yoga class.
Sunday-10 easy, 8:17 pace. The one morning a year that I enjoy going back to standard time is the one where the sun is actually up when I run for the first time. I spent this run excited to watch Shalane and Meb, and boy did they deliver on some great races when I got home!
This was probably the hardest week of training so far and I’m really happy with how it went. Granted I ended up on the treadmill more than I’d planned to, but that’s life and I’m thankful I have a treadmill to get in runs when I have to. I’ll start to cut back mileage next week in preparation for the half on November 12.
Monday- 10 miles at 7:27. The goal was 7:30, which is roughly marathon pace, so I’m happy with how it went. I ended up subbing at the last minute for a teacher with food poisoning, so I did this after a long day of subbing third grade. Yes, full time teachers do this every day, and I suppose next year when I go back full time I’ll adapt!
Tuesday- 10 recovery, 8:12 pace. This is probably on the faster side but the weather was just perfect!
Wednesday- Tempo day-2 warmup, 7 at 6:55 (roughly half marathon pace), 2 cooldown. Felt great.
Thursday- 11 recovery, 8:25 pace, followed by 6x:20 strides.
Friday- on the schedule I had 3×1600 at 6:05 followed by 2×200 at :43. I set my alarm for 4:45 to get to the track before school (this is the only time the track is available to the public, except for late in the evenings which is not an option for me). When my alarm went off, I could hear the wind gusting against the house and our trash cans blowing around. A cold front had blown in and the wind was gusting up to 40 mph. The thought of running mile repeats in the pitch black alone while getting blown around made me feel sick with dread, so I said “forget it” and ran them on the treadmill later. 6:07, 6:05, and 6:03, plus :44/:43 for the 200s. I have no regrets-I felt really strong and happy with the workout.
Saturday-8 easy, cold miles-8:30 pace.
On Sunday I talked to my coach about goals for the half. He thinks I’m in a good position to run 1:29, which I guess on paper I am. This cycle has gone well, and the race course is supposed to be fast and flat. The weather has been great and in theory it should be nice for the race. I’ve attempted 1:29 before and blown up, and I think the idea of it ending badly again would just be devastating. This is the most mileage and the hardest workouts I’ve ever done for a half and I’d really like to have something to show for it, so I think I’m going to just see what happens and plan on trying again in early spring if this goes wrong. I tend not to run well when I have a very specific time goal like that, so I’m crossing my fingers that this reverse psychology will work out for me this time too!
I’m just 3 weeks out from my goal half marathon on November 12, and this week was supposed to be 60 miles. The most I’ve ever run in a week is 63, and that was peaking for a marathon, so this feels like a lot for me. I feel pretty good for the most part, and I’m managing to hit most of my paces. One more heavy week of training before I start cutting back a bit!
Monday: Tempo day. 2 mile warmup, 4 at 6:48, 2 cooldown. Tempos are by far my least favorite workout, and this one is closer to my 10k pace then half marathon pace. I was psyched to get it over with.
Tuesday-Recovery day. I’ve been really trying to slow my easy runs down. When I run during the day for some reason I tend to run them much faster than I should. Strava convicted me of this recently-I noticed Chicory and Sesame, who are much much faster runners than me, run their easy runs slower than me! I felt silly after that and realized that my workouts were harder than they needed to be because I was running them on tired legs. All that to say-I averaged 8:50 pace for the 10 miles today which is a step in the right direction.
Wednesday- I had a day off from substitute teaching today and wanted to go ahead and knock out my long run, so I went to the local trail. I could tell my GPS was off from the start-it was reading 8:45 pace when I felt like I was working much harder. By the end of this run I was toast-I must have been going way too fast at the start of the run. 16 miles total-8:03 average according to my GPS but who knows the actual pace.
Thursday-10 easy, 8:25 pace. I think this is a little too fast. Managed some strength training after.
Friday-Track day before I subbed. Workout was 3x1k at 3:43, then 3×200 at 41. For some reason I thought 3:43 wouldn’t be that fast, but it’s still under 6:00 pace and I was pretty tired! 3:45, 3:43, 3:42, and then 41, 41 ,40.
Saturday- 8 easy plus strides, 8:54 pace. I had no problem going slow today, I was exhausted!
Whew! This week has been a whirlwind! Between kids’ volleyball and my substitute teaching, I’ve had to get creative with my training. I managed to squeeze almost everything in, but I’m pretty happy that today is a rest day. Here’s how everything went down:
Monday: 10 easy. I’m trying to really focus on slowing down my easy runs, which is easy to do when I run early. I was exhausted here, and went at 8:43 pace which is just about right.
Tuesday: I subbed in the library today, and came home to do my tempo run. I did it on the treadmill, which is probably not ideal, but I had my kids and didn’t really have any other options. The area where I live is super hilly, and it’s hard to get in a tempo run without driving somewhere. I did a 1 mile warmup and then 6 miles at 6:55 pace before jumping off the treadmill to take my kids to volleyball practice.
Wednesday- I wanted to get in about 8 miles today but didn’t have a ton of time before or after subbing, so I split it. 4 miles at 5 am at 8:30 pace, then 4 more after school at 8:55. I try not to make a habit of splitting runs, mostly because I don’t want to do that much laundry!
Thursday-track day. Workout was 2×1600 at 6:05, 3×400 at 85, and 2×200 at 41. I went 6:04, 6:03, 84, 84, 83, 40, 41. I was happy with how this went considering it was early and dark. Later I got in some strength training.
Friday-10.5 easy plus strides. 7:57 average including the strides. A little quick but I had to finish to get to school to sub again.
Saturday-1 mile warmup, then 10 miles at 7:30 pace. My husband had to go out of town overnight so I did this early on the treadmill. I spent the rest of the day in a middle school gym at volleyball games.
Total: 56.5 miles (goal was 57 so I’m going to consider this a win)
This is my first full week of “for-real” training for the Fort Worth Half, and I’m happy to report my calf has cooperated! I had 2 tough speed workouts and a long run, and they all went well.
Monday-10 miles easy, 7:57 pace. My Garmin was acting really weird (only measured 9.6 miles so I went by trail mile markers…ain’t nobody got time for 10.4 miles on a Monday) so I’m not 100% confident of this pace. Later I went to the gym and puttered around with some lower body work. I ended up squatting heavier than I should have so I was pretty sore after.
Tuesday-yep, still sore. I just started substitute teaching so I woke up early for a quick 6 miles before school. Cross training included chasing kindergartners around and squatting to get one out from under a desk.
Wednesday- Treadmill speed day-2×1.5 miles at 6:17 pace. With warmup, recovery and cooldown I got in 7.5 miles. Later I hobbled back to the gym for some upper body work, where I made a fool of myself on the assisted pull up machine.
Thursday- 10.5 miles, 8:18 pace.
Friday-Track day. Workout was 4×800 at 2:52. I went 2:50, 2:50, 2:53, 2:55. Obviously 2:50 was a bit too ambitious and I paid for it on the last set! With warmup, recovery and cooldown I got in 7 miles. We spent the day at the Texas State Fair where I walked a ton and consumed my weight in fried goods.
Saturday-rest day if rest can be defined as waking up at 6:45 to watch kids’ volleyball games in a middle school gym.
Sunday-16 miles, 8:08 pace. This felt really, really good and I kind of wished it was longer! Later I got in some upper body strength training.
When last we spoke, I was in my last week of training for the Plano Balloon Festival Half Marathon, which was held on September 24. Training had gone mostly well. I’d had to swap out some track sessions for treadmills, and I had some suck-tastic weeks when we first moved, but other than that I felt mostly ready. My coach had me really taper by a lot-in the week leading up to the race I took 2 full days off, and ran 3-4 miles twice. All was well…until Thursday, a mere three days before the race.
I woke up Thursday morning and my left calf felt tight. I thought this was unusual since I hadn’t run for 2 days at that point, but didn’t worry too much. By mid-morning my calf hurt so badly that I was limping when walking. It felt deep in my soleus, and stretching/foam rolling weren’t helping. I texted my coach, who thought I should take the day off and stretch some more. We were both perplexed, and thought maybe it was taper crazies inventing an injury. By Friday I was still in pain and starting to panic. I had planned on driving the 90 minutes to Plano with my kids on Saturday and meeting my husband, who was flying in that night from Munich. We were all going to stay in a hotel Saturday night and drive back Sunday. I worried about inconveniencing everyone so much just to run a race where I wasn’t feeling 100 percent. More than that, I worried that running on an angry calf would injure it more and potentially impact my next half and the Houston Marathon.
After hemming, hawwing, and texting my physical therapist friends, I pulled the plug on the race. I knew my husband wasn’t psyched about staying in a hotel again, and I knew the weather forecast (low 80s with 85 percent humidity) wouldn’t lead me into a PR. I took Saturday off and ran an easy 6 Sunday, where my calf felt tight but not painful.
So that leads me to my current training cycle for the Fort Worth Half on November 12. It’s a flat course and closer to home, and could potentially be a cooler day. This week was a bit of an off week while my calf recovers completely, and then I’ll have 5 weeks to work hard before the race.
Monday- Early Camp Gladiator workout, then 6 miles easy, 7:52 average. This training cycle I’m going to start focusing on slowing down my easy runs. Although my coach has given me an approved pace window of 7:45-8:45, I notice that when I run closer to 7:45 I have problems hitting my paces in workouts. This week I don’t have any workouts so I gave myself some wiggle room.
Tuesday- 7 easy treadmill, 8:26 pace (getting better!)
Wednesday-no running, but subbed kindergarten for the first time, which was a million times harder.
Thursday-8 easy miles, 8:25 pace.
Friday-early Camp Gladiator, then tempo treadmill. I couldn’t leave the house because our new washing machine was finally being delivered, so I stayed home to wait. 2 mile warmup, 6 miles at 6:55 pace, 1 cooldown. Felt great.
Saturday-10 easy, 8:01.
Texans are known for their state pride. You know us by our favorite sayings: Everything’s bigger here, Don’t mess with us, and Y’all can go to hell- we will go to Texas. Then there’s my personal motto: I wasn’t born here, but I got here as fast as I could.
That one was always true for me; I grew up just north of Baltimore and didn’t travel west of the Mississippi River until I was a newlywed, heading to San Antonio for a house-hunting trip.
It was a bit of a culture shock at first—the food, the pride, the Spanglish, the highways—but it didn’t take long before San Antonio felt like home.
A few years into our tenure there I found a running group called “We Run San Antonio” and before long I was training with a team and making friends. I could go to a track for a workout or a local race and know dozens of runners. I could show up to a race and know who would be my biggest competitors just by recognition.
If I got injured, I knew who was the best Airrosti specialist, who could dry needle me, which physical therapist to see and who to avoid. In short, I had the running world in SA all figured out, and life was great.
And then, 11 years later, we left.
This is one of my last hard weeks heading into my half marathon on the 23rd. It started with a 15K race and ended with some fast 800s on the track, with a few extra workouts sprinkled in.
Monday-I had 7 miles at goal half pace (6:55) on the schedule, and found a local Labor Day 15k that I decided to enter. My coach instructed me to do the first 2 miles at 7:45, and then settle into 6:55 for the last 7.3. I started comfortably at 7:45, and felt like I was standing still with the amount of people whizzing by me. After I started my goal pace miles, I began passing a lot of people who gave me very confused looks, as if to say “who is the new girl and why is she passing me?” I found myself first female around the 10k point. My legs felt pretty dead around that point so I tried to just focus on staying in the lead and not getting lost. I was happy to win first overall female, but I know my pace was off (I averaged closer to 7:05) which is disappointing.
Tuesday-7 miles easy, plus a hot yoga class.
Wednesday-I signed up for a month of Camp Gladiator so I could meet some folks and get some strength training in. My first class was today and included some core work and cardio. Then I ran 10 easy miles at a local trail.
Thursday-Speed day. I’m having a hard time figuring out the schedule of the local track-I tried to go and it was locked. So I did my speed workout on the treadmill. 2×1.5 miles at 6:17 pace. Including warmup, cooldown and recovery it was 6 miles total.
Friday-early morning Camp Gladiator workout, then 10 miles easy again at the same local trail.
Saturday- went to the local track figuring I’d get a workout in easily on a Saturday. It was open, but turns out it was open to a middle school football team. I did 2×200, 3×800, and 2×200 before the stands were completely filled with middle school parents. Then I got the heck out of there.
All in all it was a good week. I’m trying not to worry about the 15K too much and just hoping that the pace will come easier during the actual race.
It’s been a crazy few weeks! On August 16, we moved from San Antonio, our home for the last 11 years, to Weatherford, Texas, a town about 20 miles west of Fort Worth. There have been many emotions and changes in the past few weeks, but things seem to be settling down a bit. Best yet, we finally have internet, which means a return to Netflix and I have the ability to update my training log! It would be too long and tedious to tell you every run for the past 3 weeks, so I’ll just give you the highlights.
3 workouts this week which went as follows:
Tuesday-track ladder: 400, 800, 1600, 800, 400, 2×200. This was my last workout in San Antonio and I was very nostalgic throughout, but was able to hit most of my prescribed paces-85 for the 400s, 2:52 for the 800s, 6:00 for the 1600, and 40 for the 200s. My second 800 was inexplicably 2:58, but you can’t hit them all.
Thursday-3×1 mile at 6:05. I had to do this on the treadmill in the afternoon after unpacking boxes. My stomach does not enjoy afternoon workouts, but I got it done with only 1 sprint to the bathroom.
Saturday-15 mile long run. This was a huge struggle for me, and my coach attributed it to my tough week.
3 workouts again this week:
Monday: 2×200 at 45, 3×800 at 2:52, 2×200 at 40. Everything went as prescribed except for the last 800 which was 2:56-I blame it on it being too dark to correctly read my watch. This was my first run on a track in Weatherford, and I was psyched to fine one that had working bathrooms and a water fountain!
Wednesday-2×2400 at 9:25 (6:17 pace). My husband had to make a quick work trip, and since the kids weren’t back to school yet I did this on the treadmill. The treadmill is really tough for me for fast intervals like this-I’m basically trying not to fall off the whole time.
Friday-Tempo-6 miles at goal half pace (6:55). This was done on the treadmill too (hubby still out of town) but it went really well compared to the last disastrous attempt at a half marathon tempo. It was a great confidence boost.
3 workouts again. My coach wants me to start making 1 or 2 of my mid-week runs medium long runs, which will ultimately make me stronger for the Houston Marathon in January. That was one change this week, in addition to my kids going back to school. I don’t have a job here yet (working on becoming a substitute teacher which will start in a few weeks), which means I have plenty of time to get runs in during the day.
Tuesday-tried to go to a new track which was closed early in the morning. That meant I was forced to do my ladder workout on the treadmill. While I hit all the paces, it was ridiculously hard on the treadmill and I was glad to be done.
Thursday-3×1 mile at 6:05. I did these in 6:05, 6:05, 6:07.
Saturday-16 mile long run, 8:07 average. This was a great run-a million times better than the previous 15.
Whether it’s Yasso 800s, mile repeats, drills or ladders, sooner or later a runner who wants to improve her speed eventually finds her way to the track. This summer, I’ve spent a lot of time on the oval working to improve shorter distance speeds, and I’ve developed a love-hate relationship with the track. I hate it during the workout, love it during the cool-down, hate thinking about having to go back, but love the results.
While I’ve been working at my speed game, I’ve also developed some…er, strong feelings about track etiquette, and further research has shown that I’m not alone when I groan and grumble when others break the rules. Read on, track stars; veterans will commiserate and neophytes may learn a thing or two! Read more >>
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