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In 2 months…

27 Nov

So, I guess now is when I say I’m planning to run the Miami marathon on January 27th– 2 months from today…

Basically, as a very generous gift, I was given a trip to Miami to do so last year, but as you may remember, I had a “short” bout with the dreaded plantar fasciitis … this prevented me from doing any running whatsoever for an unspeakable amount of time.

And so, January 27, 2013, is the day I hope to will run a sub-3:35 marathon.*

I actually got a little queasy just typing that out.  Yeesh.

Well, anyway, I suppose my official training for this race began the day I was slated to run the NYC marathon, which you may have heard wound up being canceled…

I ran 20 miles in the park that day, and the following week, ran a total of 44 miles, plus did a 45-minute Flywheel class.  My training has been decent but unremarkable.  My long runs have been very slow.  My speedwork has been pretty much on par.  Last week, I ran a little over 53 miles and did a 45-minute Flywheel class.  I also consumed about a million calories.  Fuel, of course!

This is a goose!

Who knew that goose was delicious?!?! T and I discovered this on Thanksgiving!

I made my Grandma’s oyster dressing. It involves: oysters, saltines, and a “little” bit of butter…

It is also DELICIOUS.

Can’t have Thanksgiving without green bean casserole! I used about 3 times the amount of cheese that the recipe called for. Obviously.

Anyway, so that’s just some of what I fueled my 53+ miles with last week.

One more shot of the goose

This week is a bit of a cutback week — I’ll only run about 45 miles.  Then next week I’ll run 60… which will be the most miles I’ve ever run in a week.

A few random observations about running during this, my 13th(!!!!) marathon training cycle:

-20 milers almost always suck.  They would probably suck a little bit less if I ran with a buddy or if I listened to music, but this last 20 miler (Friday after Thanksgiving) I had neither, and it was particularly brutal.

-For some reason, it’s difficult for me to hit MGP on anything but a circular path (lately for me, it’s been the Reservoir and the Astoria Park track.)  Why is that?  I should probably rectify this situation, seeing as how I’m pretty sure that the Miami marathon is a typical road race and not one done around a reservoir or on a track…

-I really want to join a running club/team.

-Inclement weather is almost a given on nights when I have NYRR running class.  Case in point:  the weather today sucks.  And I have class.

Anyway, this is not cohesive at all, but the 2 people who read my blog asked why I hadn’t written anything in a while.  So, tada!!!  I’ll do better next time. 🙂

Hope your holiday season is off to a great start!

*this really only involves shaving 4 minutes off of my PR, but I’d rather be closer to 3:30 if we’re being honest here…

17 Days ’til the Next One…

18 Oct

Oh, hey!

Hard to believe I’m going to be running another marathon in less than 3 weeks, but the number of runners I have seen in the park lately and the statuses in my Facebook and Twitter feeds tell me that it’s that time again.

A few things to say….

1)   Follow-up to last week’s post:

I was incorrect when I said in my last post that I run on the upper level of the Queensborough Bridge.  I’m dumb.  I don’t think you can do that, unless you want to be dodging traffic and taking your life in your hands.  It just feels different from the marathon because in the marathon, you’re actually running on the road.  Not the pedestrian path.  Duhr.  Also, I still find the runners and cyclists not using the correct lanes to be annoying as hell, but I will concede that there are some portions of the path that are not well-marked at all and I admit that it does not feel natural to be traveling on the left side of any two-lane route.

This is what appears quite a few times on the side closer to Queens

Yes, I took this picture while running and yes, I am slightly obsessed.

I wish it did more as you get closer to Manhattan.  It is really seriously dangerous.  Just this morning, I had some speedy cyclists coming at me in my lane, and I was scared.

2)  Traveling:

I went to Chicago this past weekend to visit my dear friend Jennifer.  We’ve been friends since we were 9 and have run 3 marathons together– the Flying Pig twice and NYC once.  Now, that is friendship!

NYC 2010

Jennifer just had adorable Baby Mason in March and is already back to being svelte.  AND she was game to come to Flywheel with me, which was a lot of fun!  Flywheel Chicago is… pretty much the same as Flywheel NYC, but it was fun going to a different studio.  And Jennifer loved it!  (Hi Flywheel, I have taken no less than 5 friends with me to your classes, several of whom have become devoted regulars, and I think you should hire me as an instructor, or at least give me some sort of benefit for being an ambassador, thaaaaanks. ;))

Anyway, I went for a little run along the path on the lake on Sunday and it was pleasant, considering about 3 miles in, it started pouring and I finished out the run drenched.

3)  Beer

Is awesome.  Recently, I’ve been indulging in some nice pumpkin beers, in honor of my favorite season.  T snagged this one for me, which was exciting because I’d never seen it before.  I really love Ithaca Brewing Company’s Flower Power and it turns out they make a solid pumpkin ale as well.

Other recent indulgences have been Captain Lawrence’s Pumpkin Ale and Bell’s Oktoberfest.  I LOVE Bell’s Two-Hearted, but don’t generally care for Oktoberfests, so I was pleasantly surprised with how delicious this was!  I currently have a 6-pack of Abita Pecan Harvest ale chilling in my fridge and I’m super excited to give it a taste.

3)  Fitness

So… 2 weeks ago, my mileage was a grand total of, uh, 15.5 miles + one 45-minute Flywheel class.  Oops?  Well, in my defense, my mom was in town for a week and I much preferred to hang out with her and see the NYC Ballet, Philadanco, and Bring it On on Broadway.  We also ate at 16 Handles no less than 3 times.

I intended to do a long run on that Thursday morning and even had a date with Ali in which I was to escort her over the Queensborough Bridge.  But upon waking up at my mom’s place on the UES and getting ready, I discovered that I had forgotten to bring the oh-so-crucial sports bra.  BLARGH.  So I did what any good friend would do and ran to our pre-arranged CP meeting spot whilst clutching my bosom with one arm, and told Ali that I would be unable to join her.  I then took the train home to Queens where I gathered up my sports bra, put it on… and ran a grand total of 4.5 miles before calling it quits in order to hang out with Mom.

The following week, (last week) I stepped it up a bit for a grand total of 41.5 miles and two 45-minute Flywheel classes.  That’s more like it!  I even got up at the crack of dawn on Thursday and ran 15.5 miles before work.

This week I’ve run 25 miles thus far (including 12 this morning before work) and done one 45-minute Flywheel class…

4)  Fatness

I ate this today and it changed my life.  For real.

Also, did you know that McDonald’s has a pumpkin shake?  I discovered this while at O’Hare on Sunday.  Since it has a grand total of 670 calories, I went with the healthy choice and got an Oreo McFlurry instead.

5)  Politics

Blah.  I will be so glad when election day is over and the man is still in office.  (Please.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.)  In general, I am so very loath to get political  in real life or on the Internets, so I’m just gonna say that this girl does not want to live in a county where our president doesn’t think gay people should be able to get married, wants to overturn Roe v. Wade, and, to grossly over-simplify, has a general attitude of “If you’re rich, rawk on!  If you’re not, tough titties!”

LOL… but not really….

Plus, more germane to the topic of this blog, Paul Ryan lied about his marathon time.  I mean, IS NOTHING SACRED???

Anyway… I’m off to Flywheel.  Peace!

Unwise

26 Sep

So, last week, I relished sleeping in in the mornings and taking it easy in the evenings.  However, by the end of the week, I was itching to go for a run.  Fall is my absolute FAVORITE time of year to run and there’s also another 26.2 I have coming up in the not so distant future…!

So, Friday morning I went for an easy 5 miles– just from my apartment, partway over the Q’boro Bridge, and back.  It felt glorious.  Friday night, I went to Flywheel for a nice 45 minute session.

Saturday morning I ran over the bridge and to my old ‘hood, the UES, (about 4.5 miles) where I picked up my bib and tee-shirt and then hurtled myself down Fifth Ave for a mile.  Then I watched some other runners dominate the other heats, which was a lot of fun!

Ah yes. Gorgeous, as always.

My time was 6:34 and I guess that is cool, considering I didn’t feel like barfing at the end and really did it for the easy 9+1 point?

Saturday early evening, T and I went out with my good friend and her fiancee in the East Village, where I downed some delicious Lagunitas IPAs.  Then we called it an early night, since I had a race the next morning.  However, on our way to grab a cab, we passed Lunasa, the site of our joint birthday party 2 years ago, so we had to stop in for a beer.  As a waitress walked by with a tray of shots, T told her to bring us a round.  Um, what?  In other words, I am a really responsible runner.  (Of course I did the shot.)

The next morning, I got up at 5:30 and just missed the 6 AM N/Q train at Broadway, so I had to cab it to 102nd Street and the park, where I met up with Lori, got my bib, and took off for the NYRR 18 mile tune-up.

And this is where I learned a valuable lesson.  Running 18 miles just 8 days post-marathon and preceded by a run + spin day and another run day is… not fun or easy.

I considered throwing in the towel every mile, post about mile 13, but I stuck it out like a stubborn little b*tch.  Was it pretty?  No.  Was it fun?  Nah.  Did I take 2 walk breaks?  You bet your a$$ I did!

I kept reminding myself that I would have punched my mother in the face (love you, mom!) for the opportunity to run a mere 3 months ago when I was dealing with the dreaded PF.  I kept telling myself that the weather could not have been more perfect for a run (true).  But, the bottom line is that it was hard as hell.  Everything hurt.

But I finished it —  in just under 2:49 (a 9:23 pace.)  Fine.

OMG MAKE THIS END

It’s a little over 5 weeks until NYCM and I have to admit that Sunday’s brutal run kinda freaked me out, but then again, I will actually TAPER for NYCM… so that should help.

In other news, I currently have my nails painted in Essie’s new “Marathin” shade and it’s purty.

I’m not sure why it’s called “marathin” and not “marathon,” but I like it anyway.

I hope your days are filled with running, pumpkin beers, and other delicious fall goodies!

DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS, I RAN A MARATHON!!*

18 Sep

*aka, Dayton Marathon Race Report

So, yeah.  I’m a little excited that after 8 months of torturous un-running, I trained for and then ran my 12th marathon!!!!  AND I had a blast!

But let me back up.  I know it’s been a while since I wrote.  I’ve been busy, plain and simple.  I know, I know, who ISN’T busy?  But that’s the reason anyway.

Since last I wrote, I ran the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K.  It was a hot-as-hell day (85% humidity, barf) and I ran an 8-mile warm up to the start– starting at my apartment and running over the Q’boro Bridge and up the East side of the park into Harlem.  By the time I arrived, I was DRENCHED.  I ran the thing in  23:38 (7:38 pace) and then ran a very slow 3 mile cool down (before which I finally met the lovely Meggie in person!)

As I stated before, my training program was the uber low mileage and very short 8-week Higdon  “senior marathon training program,” which peaked at a whopping 30 mpw.  I plugged along at that program, with 3 runs per week– one short, one slightly longer, and one long– and 2 days of Flywheel.

I have to say, after doing the Pfitzinger’s 18/55 plan (18 weeks of training with a peak of 55 mpw) last summer, this one felt like a walk in the park.  I also really enjoyed incorporating Flywheel into my training program, which you may recall I began doing very begrudgingly as replacement cardio when I couldn’t run.  Now, I LOVE it and am a solid devotee.

One other race I did in advance of my marathon (I’ll get to it, I swear!) was the Bronx 10-miler last Sunday.  This one wound up being one of the more hilarious races I’ve ever run, mainly ’cause I was doing pretty awesome for the first 10K or so (7:59, 8:06, 7:52, 7:44, 7:30, 7:27) and then nature called and I had to make a little stop.  That was annoying.  What was more annoying was that after I ran away from the port-o-potty, I realized I couldn’t find my phone, so I ran BACK to it, burst in one some dude taking a wizz, exited and waited for him to finish, went in again, and couldn’t find my phone anywhere… then after standing dumbly for a minute trying to figure out what to do, I discovered it deep down in my sports bra.  After that, I pretty much stopped giving a sh*t about the race and finished in 1:23:09 (8:19 pace.)  One of the best things about this race was running into my buddy, Ali, who had been sick for a while and who I was delighted to see out running again, and kicking serious ass.

Stolen from aliontherun ❤

Annnnd… 6 days later was the Dayton Marathon!

Dayton is my hometown and I was more than a little excited to run my hometown marathon for the first time.  I was obviously also more than a little nervous, given the cruel journey of angst and sadness that plantar fasciitis had taken me on (how’s THAT for drama?)  Seriously, though, I wasn’t sure how well-prepared I was with my meager mileage.  But, I didn’t have my heart set on any huge goal and just hoped to break 4 hours.  I was also super excited for T, since it was his first marathon!

We flew in on Friday morning and my mom picked us up and took us to the expo.  The rest of the day was spent eating, resting, and visiting with family.

T and I woke up bright and early (4:30 AM) on Saturday, showered, and got to the start!

Let’s do this!

hell yeah!

still sleepy

We left just after 5 AM because I had read a lot of complaints about the traffic at the marathon start.  However, this year they must have fixed all the issues that were mentioned because we were there and parked by 6… with a good hour and a half before start time.  We hung out in the car with the heat on for a while and then headed to the start.

At the start, I ran into my good friend Jamie.  She was running the half (her first.)  She is a local celebrity.  I used to work with her at WDTN, I was in her wedding, and dated her brother for, oh, 5.5 years. 😉  Anyway, it was wonderful seeing her!

It was a gorgeous morning and I documented a bit of it with my flip phone (yes) as we anxiously waited.

only 26.2 miles ’til I’m back!

See you “soon”!

so awesome beginning and finishing amongst these bad boys

That’s a lotta bananas…

Before long, T and I had made our last potty trip and had to split up.  There weren’t corrals, but I positioned myself near the 4-hour pacer and T positioned himself further back.  Then, there was an awesome flyover, which really revved everyone up.  Ordinarily, I’m not an aviation enthusiast, but this was a pretty sweet way to get started.

The anthem was sung, the gun went off, and off we went!

The weather was absolutely perfect.  We could not have asked for a better day for this race.  It wasn’t long before I saw a familiar person– Julia, who was running her 30th marathon in her 3oth state this year for Titanium qualification for the Marathon Manics.  Holy crap.  By the way, this was her 60th marathon overall.  Anyway, Julia and I ran together for about a mile before I bid her adieu.

Oh, just running on the most gorgeous fall morning I ever did see!

I saw my parents and T’s at mile 5, and I stopped to hug everyone.  Splits at that point were kind of all over — 9:06, 9:15, 7:48, 8:34.  I was feeling OK, not great.

I carried on, in the zone, casually trying to stay around an 8:40 pace, because that was what felt comfortable, but I wasn’t thinking too hard about it.  I was stopping at nearly every fluid station for water and/or Gatorade because I couldn’t shake an unquenchable vague thirst.  But the course was pretty delightful– a few inclines followed by soft declines.  I texted with T a bit and he sounded like he was doing great.  At mile 10, there was a huge crowd and lots of people calling my name, which was exciting.  I slapped a bunch of kids high fives and smiled and waved at everyone who cheered.

After Fairborn, (which was mile 10) it got a little sparse and I started wishing I had brought along my IPod.  I tried to focus on reaching the halfway mark and when I did, I got a burst of energy.

8:42, 8:44, 8:45, 8:32, 8:32, 8:27, 8:32, 8:53, 8:50

Before I knew it, I was at mile 14.  The miles seemed to be flying by all of a sudden, and I continued to feel that way even though it was a quiet area with not many spectators.  I should mention that the majority of this race is run on an Air Force base, so there is limited access for civilians.  The volunteers at the fluid stations were AMAZING and so encouraging, though, and the military people who were watching were really great, too.  I was in the zone at this point and really feeling as though I was out for a relaxing run on a beautiful fall day.  It was incredible.

8:37, 8:39, 8:39, 8:33, 8:26, 8:47

As I reached mile 19, I started getting a bit antsy for the race to be over.  Not because I was feeling miserable by any means, but I just wanted to wrap it up and start celebrating by hanging out with my family and T and his family.  I knew that everyone was waiting for us at mile 22, so I pressed on and looked forward to it, telling myself, “Only a few more miles ’til I see everyone at mile 22, then it’s just a breeze from there ’til the finish!”  There were a few tough hills at this point– including a significant-ish one at mile 21 as we went over an overpass.  I said incredulously to the 2 dudes running next to me at this point, “A hill at mile 21?  What the hell is this?”  They didn’t respond and I was a bit offended.  (T later told me they were probably gasping for air as I breezed past them, so we’ll stick to that theory. ;))  I saw my mom’s sign as I approached the crowd at mile 22 and then I saw T’s parents and mine, as well as my brother and my niece!

Very shortly after the 22 mile mark, the full marathon met up with the half, which had started an hour later.  At this point, I had been running for a little over 3 hours, so it was a bit frustrating to find myself dodging people walking the half who were not staying in their pre-ordained lane and were walking 5 abreast.  However, I was having such a good day and I was almost done, so it didn’t bother me nearly as much as it could have.

A few more small inclines appeared and I climbed them, recalling that the elevation chart had shown the course finished on a downhill.  Before I knew it, I spied the finish!  I cruised on in, got my medal and my space blanket, and found a spot in the grass to sit down and suck down some Gatorade and stretch.

8:45, 8:48, 8:42, 8:41, 8:59, 8:32, 8:12, 7:15

My watch said I’d finished in 3:47:11 and I was pleased with that finish time.  (My official finish time was 2 seconds faster, woohoo! ;))

It was a weird and peaceful feeling to be sitting at the finish of a marathon alone, pleased and feeling good and not obsessing over my pace or finish time.  I knew I could have finished a bit faster, but in the end, I likely wouldn’t have PRed and would have just felt physically like sh*t.  It wouldn’t have been worth it.  I also found it interesting that my time was less than 2 minutes slower than my time in NY last year, and I have never felt worse after a race than I did after that one.  That race, of course, was 3 weeks post my PR in Columbus and NYC is a notoriously difficult course.  But still.

Eventually, I met up with my parents, my brother, and my niece.  They told me how hellish the traffic was for them and apologized for not being there to see me cross the finish.  I just felt bad they had dealt with traffic and was happy to see them.  Two of my besties, Jill and Jess (+ Jill’s little baby, Raymond) surprised me by showing up, as well.  I received a text from T who was about to cross the finish, so I went to watch and screamed my head off like a crazy lady. 🙂  T did extremely well, especially considering that he hates running (:)) and he had some knee issues crop up in the later miles.  I was absolutely elated to see him finish strong, and he seemed pretty pleased himself.

The rest of the day was spent with our families, beer, and food.  What more could I have asked for?!

In summary:  I LOVE THE DAYTON MARATHON!  It may be my favorite race.  Hometown pride here!  Oh and the foot?  Feelin’ good!  *Knock on wood!*

Next up… NYC marathon.  Am I crazy?  Don’t answer that. 😉

That Sh*t Cray

16 Aug

So, a few things that are “cray” to report here.

First and foremost, and having nothing to do with running… man, customer service really sucks these days.  My mom came to visit me last weekend and her flight was scheduled for Friday night.  Delta canceled her flight and rebooked her on a flight the following morning.  They gave no reason for canceling said flight.

We had a wonderful weekend.  Fast forward to Sunday

Delta canceled her flight AGAIN!  Again, no given reason.  And they rebooked her on a flight the following morning with a layover in freaking Atlanta!!!!  Horrible.  Their consolation when she complained?  Awarding her some Skymiles.  A lot of good that is going to do her… since she does not plan to fly Delta again.  Airlines are the worst.

Another lovely anecdote is probably going to make me come off like a snotty little word I am not going to say here.  But here goes.  In April, I bought a dress at a store I shamefully frequent, Juicy Couture.  I am not going to link to it here, because I refuse to send any traffic their way.  Besides, you’re all familiar with Juicy Couture.  You know… velour track suits in candy colors with JUICY across the ass?  Yeah, I don’t wear that sh*t.  But call me what you will, I do (did) love their dresses.  *hangs head in shame*  I’d also like to insert that while I do love clothes, (particularly dresses) I am a reverse snob when it comes to running clothes.  Free race tees and clearance rack running shorts from TJ Maxx all the way, baby.  I do not own a single thing Lululemon, nor do I plan to.  Just thought I’d make a flimsy attempt at convincing you I’m not entirely materialistic and shallow…

…followed by some truly obnoxious pictures to break up this huge block of text

This is one of my favorite dresses. It’s by (stupid) Juicy.

Look, I also have it in green! Isn’t that exciting?

Just for fun, here’s proof I have it in yellow, too.

Anyhow, I went to put on the dress I bought in April this past weekend.  I hadn’t worn it yet and the tags were still on.  And the damn zipper broke!  This little anecdote is getting really long, so I’ll try and summarize.  It was pretty expensive, and when I attempted to return it to Juicy, they refused to take it back, repeatedly citing their ridiculous 90 day return policy, EVEN THOUGH I had clearly never worn it, EVEN THOUGH it was clearly defective, EVEN THOUGH I am a loyal customer and begged and pleaded.  Suffice it to say:

Mmmkay, now with that out of the way.  Here’s an exciting update on my marathon training:

Tues Aug 7:  8 miles w/ 3 x mi @ 7:50/7:40/7:20 (last one was brutal)

Weds Aug 8:  4 miles easy

Thurs Aug 9:  45 min Flywheel

Fri Aug 10:  45 min Flywheel

Sat Aug 11:  12 miles easy (close to 10:00, due to lengthy water stops and running into T on my way back home– he was on his way out for an 18-miler!)

Sun Aug 12:  full rest

Mon Aug 13: 45 min Flywheel

Tues Aug 14:  6.25 mi w/4 hill pick-ups and the rest very slow.  This was at running class and it was truly miserable.  I kept thinking it was the 3 H’s:  Horrible, Humid, and Hard to breathe.  Ugh.

Weds Aug 15:  45 min Flywheel

Today:  so, this is more sh*t that is cray– I got up at 3:45 this morning and ran 18 miles before work!!!  I did this only because I am going out of town with friends this weekend and didn’t want an 18-miler on my plate.  It actually went pretty well!  I don’t have my splits in front of me, but I kept the middle 7 (or 8?) miles at under a 9:00 pace, which is a big enough challenge for me these days.  I averaged 9:15 and that included water and traffic light stops.  My course went as follows:  from my apartment, over the Q’boro Bridge, to the Engineer’s Gate, 2 of the 4-mile inner loops of Central Park, and back over the Bridge and home.  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a disgustingly sweaty beast with visions of Gatorade bottles dancing in my head as I finished up my run.  I’d also be lying if I said a construction worker didn’t helpfully exclaim “sweaty!” (as though I didn’t realize it) when I ran by him.  Thanks, bro!

Ran by the store this morning on Madison Ave. on my way to the park. Flipped it off, ’cause I’m mature.

The view as I crossed the Bridge back into Queens. Blurry, ’cause I was going up the hill and knew if I stopped I wouldn’t be able to start again.

To wrap it all up, 2 more things (sh*ts?) that are cray.  CRAZY AWESOME.

1)

2)

!!!!!???? How will it ennnddd??? DO NOT ANSWER THAT.

Happy running!

A Very East Coast Summer (+ some running)

7 Aug

It’s been a hell of a summer and while I do realize  it’s not over yet, I haven’t written anything of substance for quite some time, (or ever?) so I thought I’d do a little catching up.  Anyhow.  I will actually be in NYC for the entirety of this coming weekend, and it will be the first time in 7 weeks.  In summary:

w/e of June 22:

In Buffalo for my friend Sari’s wedding. We opted to spend time at the classiest of establishments (pictured) between the ceremony and reception. We also missed our flight the next morning and spent the following day at the Buffalo airport. #fun

w/e of June 29th:

Emily and Shawn’s wedding in Maine. It was beautiful. Their dog is adorable. Maine rules.

4th of July:

Quick overnight trip to Fire Island, one of my favorite places EVER.  This picture sucks and does it no justice.

w/e of July 6th:  Utica for Boilermaker

w/e of July 13th:

Weekend in NJ for Kim’s surprise 30th bday party.

w/e of July 20th:

Weekend in Burlington with Molly — visiting Cookie, hiking, hitting up breweries!

w/e of July 27th:

Fri night in Boston with friend Molly; Sat and Sun in New Hampshire with college besties Cookie, (above) Emmy, and Jen.  Failed to take a single pic.  Oops.

w/e of Aug 3:

Todd and Diane’s wedding on LI. (pictured: tomfoolery in the photobooth)

Annnd… this weekend, I will at last be home.  And my mom (aka Jenny B) will be visiting!  Yippee!!!!  She rules.

Now, since this is sorta kinda some semblance of a running blog, here’s the latest…

I am signed up for the Air Force Marathon in my hometown of Dayton, Ohio.  It’s on September 15th.  That’s in less than 6 weeks, folks.  I began carefully training for it 2 weeks ago, using Hal Higdon’s “senior marathon training program.”  My reason for doing this is that I want to do extremely low mileage in my cautious return to running.  I know that a wiser person would forgo the marathon and do the half, or better yet, remain a spectator (T is also running this marathon, and it will be his first!)  But I never claimed to be wise and I am, in fact, extremely stubborn.  I also stayed away from running for a solid 7 months, which included maybe 8 exceptions of fewer than 5 miles.  So I feel I’ve done my time.  Damn it.

If you don’t feel like clicking the link, this particular program peaks at a paltry 30 mpw and includes only 3 days of running per week; literally all are prescribed “easy paces.”  Thus far, my training has looked like this:

M July 23:  45 min Flywheel

T July 24:  ~8 miles w/ 3 x mi  @ ~7:40 pace (the rest of the miles VERY SLOW)

W July 25:  full rest day

Th July 26:  45 min Flywheel

F July 27: 3.5 miles (unsure of pace; Garmin was being b*tch)

S July 28:  full rest day

Su July 29:  12 miles @ 9-9:30 pace(? again, Garmin sux)

M July 30:  45 min Flywheel

T July 31:  ~ 7 miles w/ 3 x mi hill repeats @ ~8:00 pace (dying.  so hot) and the rest very slow

W Aug 1:  full rest day

Th Aug 2:  full rest day

Fri Aug 3:  5 miles painfully slow (again, dying.  so hot.)

Sat Aug 4:  45 min Flywheel

Sun Aug 5:  14 miles in pouring rain, which felt like heaven compared to the disgusting heat/humidity of days prior.  Unsure of pace — 9:40ish?

Annnnd… that brings us to today.  It’s NYRR running class day, so we’ll see what sort of torture the coaches have in store.  It’s been a humbling experience trying to get back into running after being out for so long.  First of all, I have to run with the slowest pace group in my class, which doesn’t bug me too much until I think of where I could be if I hadn’t had to take such a long break.  Oh well.

As for my foot, well, today it’s a bit hurt-y, which makes me sad.  But it’s been holding up well (knock on wood) and I’ve been good about stretching and icing it.  There is no denying it is soooooo much better than it was.  But are all signs of PF completely gone?  Absolutely not.  Sigh.  I’m starting to wonder if this is something I should just get used to.  It’s completely manageable– just a bit of a “creaky” feeling in the arch of my foot, which is a lot better than the “stabby” feeling from before.  (I’m really good with adjectives.)  If I were to quantify the pain, I would say I was a 1.5 – 2 on this scale.

I saw this on the wall at my most recent podiatrist visit.

So.  The plan for now is do Dayton.  I have absolutely no specific time aspirations as of now.  But I hope to do it decently,  my injury and low-mileage training program in mind.  I am also signed up for NYCM.  But that’s another story for another day….

Happy running!  So (cautiously) glad to be back!

As long as I’m not running too much, I shall strive to land on the Flywheel leaderboard every now and then….

17 Jul

I’m obnoxious, but c’mon… when you’re injured, it’s the little victories that feel so good.