Thursday, July 30, 2009
I survived another month of training. WHOO! That's a success in and of itself. :) This morning's easy 5 marked the last run of the month.
I downloaded some sweet new tunes to help motivate me to run, and AGAIN was upset at my iPod when it had an error message this morning and didn't update at all. I spent 90% of my run nexting through the songs because I'm sooooo sick of hearing the same crap over and over and over and over..... Guess what I did before I even stretched when I got home? Restore ordinal settings. Take that stupid iPod. That'll teach you to act up. Hopefully she stays in line from now on.
Anyway, other than the iPod frustration, the 5 miles were good. I still had some soreness in my quads, so I kept the pace easy. That is until I spotted a runner just slightly ahead of me on the trail. Somehow I managed to pick up my pace. It's official: I'm TOO competitive. Without even consciously thinking about it, I decided I wanted to pass someone during an easy recovery run.
When I glanced down at my g-man and saw 8:40 as my pace, I made myself slow down. Stupid guy. Go figure, he exited the trail before I even had a chance to catch him, so all of that was for nothing. :p Oh well, it kept me entertained at the very least.
I ran the 5 miles in 46:27 for a average pace of 9:18. At least I'm consistent in that arena. Yesterday's 5 was an average pace of 9:17. Too funny.
1. 9:42 (hey, I tried to make it an easy run to start. see. here's proof!)
July in Review:
(this is the part where I tell you how awesome I was for the month of July... :p)
Total Mileage: 130.4 My first month EVER of hitting 100 miles of training, and I greatly surpassed it!! This is an increase of 50 miles from last month. :s No wonder my legs have been tired this week. I think it's also steep since I didn't do a race this month, and I usually take a rest day or 2 before and fo sho another after.
Time spent: 18:24:28
Number of runs: 22
Average run distance: 5.9
Highest weekly mileage: 30.1
Favorite run(s): 10 mile long run with the digestive issues and the first legit 2 a day (technically the 2nd run of it)
Most Hardcore run: Hands down, death in the form of speed work.
Favorite race: None. Waah. No racing for me this month. :( Am currently scouring race postings to make sure that I have at least one fun race to do through my fall training for the Dallas White Rock 1/2. No racing makes Jeri cranky.
Something interesting I noticed the other day and thought I would share. I usually put gas in my car about once a month. I drive to work, and to Taylor's, and to run errands around town, but that's about it. I always like to see how good of mileage I'm getting, so I restart my odometer at the start of the month. I usually drive about 220 miles/month, and this month is no different. But compare that to my miles ran, and I'm only 90 away!! I should really get a bike so I can bike to work some days to reduce the miles driven. How B.A. would it be to say that you run more than you drive in a month?!!?
What??!?! It's Foto Friday....well geez. :) In honor of one of my best buddies turning 25 tomorrow, here is my homage to our friendship.
After getting zero sleep (or so it felt) Tuesday night, I nixed my early run. EEK! I don't think that's happened since becoming a "morning runner." Go figure, once I decided to go back to sleep, I couldn't. Just my body further reminding me not to try to adjust its running schedule. Luckily I had time to do the run after work, and the weather was cooperating. Sort of. It was in the low 60s and on and off raining/misting.
I had 6 miles to do: 1 mile warm up. 3 x 1600 m @ 7:42 pace (YIKES!) with 800 m jogs in between. 1 mile cool down. The plan had actually called for an 800 m. job after the warm up and before the cool down, but that seemed a bit excessive. I typically don't need a "recovery" job after my warm up. :p Of course I added a mile to my easy run on Thursday so I wouldn't lose any mileage for my week. Go figure.
Going in to this run, I knew it was going to be tough. The 1600 pace was slightly faster than my 5k pace of my PR (24:02/24:04 depending on who you believe, haha) so I knew I was going to have to haul my booty to make my time.
Mile 1: I took the warm up mile nice and easy at a 9:31 pace. I quickly stretched out everything that needed to be stretched, and then got ready for pain.
Mile 2: 7:40. Weird. I feel like I could throw up after that. That was not fun. At. All.
Jog 1/2 mile: 4:54 (9:45 pace). Funny it's VERY easy to slow down your pace when you're dreading to get to the end of the 1/2 mile jog.
Mile 3: 7:45. I had some slight ab pain, but just kind of a dull, "hey, remember me? I'm still here...watch it...." sort of reminder. Thankfully.
Jog 1/2 mile #2: 4:42 (9:42 pace).
Mile 4: 7:36. I have never wanted to quit a run more in my life. Honestly. I was in pain. No pain that shouldn't be there, just pain at running at this pace for the 3rd mile. I had to talk myself out of not stopping for at least the last 1/2 mile of this, and am uber proud that I didn't. I honestly didn't think the pace would be this quick either. I thought I had slowed down to 7:50-8:00 because of how heavy my legs felt. As soon as this mile was done, I stopped and dry heaved for a good 3-5 minutes. Starting to become NOT A FAN of the post-run almost puke session. :(
Mile 5: 9:27. Cool down. Glorious, glorious cool down. You know what I love most about a cool down? It signals the END of the hardest workout ever.
That's a 7:41 pace for the 3 hard miles. WHOO!
Maybe I'm just a baby, but that's the hardest I've ever pushed myself, which is surprising. I was very competition while competing in sports in high school, and truly thought I was pushing myself to be better and faster than my teammates, a lot of times running with the boys because I was the fastest girl. But I don't ever remember feeling that "all out" mentality during a tough/hard workout. Oh well, it's nice to know that I have an extra gear there somewhere, it just takes some almost puking to get to it. :)
The best part of the run is that it was rainy, especially during the last 1/2 when I really needed to feel cooled down. On top of how much I sweat and how rainy it was, I was a sight to see when I got home. Taylor got to my place shortly before I was getting ready to shower. When I went into the bathroom to turn the shower on, he was confused, "Didn't you already shower?" Then it hit him, "Eeew, you're just the sweaty? Gross. Go shower." :D He loves his little sweat bug. Don't worry. :p
This morning I was up and at em for an unofficial 2-a-day. Since it was less than 12 hours, I kind of count it as such, but I won't be offended if you don't. :) I just really need to prepare the ol' legs for running that close together for the Wild West Relay that is in one week! Whoa.
This run sucked. Bleck. I think my legs and stomach were still tired from the previous ass kicking run. It honestly felt like I had JUST stopped running those 6 hard miles and decided to tack on another 5 to the end. My legs felt heavy. My stomach felt jostled and borderline nauseous. I had to stop quite a few times because I was slightly lightheaded and dizzy. All in all, sucky run. I did make it home in one piece. YAY. :)
5 miles in 46:25 for a pace of 9:17.
Pretty fast splits for a recovery run, but I honestly felt like I was running 10:30 mm. Seemed like I was just plodding along.
I kind of feel like I'm getting a little burnt out from running so much. EEK. I've dreaded my last 3 runs so far. I'm SUPER excited for the Wild West Relay next week, but unfortunately it fell during what should've been my "cut back" week on my 1/2 training program. Instead of doing 24 miles, I'll be at 31 still. I think I just need to remember to try to put a race every 4-6 weeks into my training programs, because it keeps the training runs from being to monotonous, and gives me something to look forward to in the short term. Someone please remind me of this comment when I'm making my 1/2 training for Dallas in December. Thanks!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday night was my first official double run. Thursday morning I did a kick ass tempo run, and had planned to do an easy 4 miler after work Thursday night. After battling a horrendous headache all day at work, my ibuprofen finally kicked in and I had a super fun run. There is an "outdoor campus" pretty close to my place, and I see people running on the trails there when I start out on the bike trails, and decided to check it out. I figured running on dirt would be just what the legs needed/wanted for run #2 of the day. I was right, it was awesome. I felt like a little kid running through the dirt trail deciding at the fork in the trail whether to take a left or a right, laughing to myself when I'd come full circle without realizing it. I could've ran on the trails forever. Except that it was getting dark out, and I'm slightly directionally challenged without the sun to guide me, so I high tailed it out of there once the sun was no longer visible through the trees. I did have a chance encounter with a raccoon that almost scared the pants off of me. After 2.25 miles there, I decided to run a short route around my apartment area to make it an even 4. Let me tell you, running on dirt really slows you down. My pace for the first 2 miles and change were around 10:15-10:30. The last part was closer to 9-9:30. SUPER fun though, and will definitely be back for another easy run. I think the legs will thank me.
Friday was Taylor's brother's rehearsal dinner. Food was good. 1 glass of wine + 1 short glass of beer over a 5 hour span (much better than the drinking fest that was the last two weekends) was good. Company was good (two of Taylor's HS friends were back in town, and they're two of my favorite friends of his). I somehow convinced Tay that 1am was a good bedtime, and I didn't have to go to the final bar of the night. Unluckily for me, Taylor had been drinking since 10am when the groomsmen went golfing, so he was a snoring machine. I promptly kicked him out of bed, and was bright eyed and bushy tailed for my 7am long run wake up call.
I snagged a banana to eat on the way back to town and had decided to start my run at a different spot on the trail since I had to drive back to town anyway. It was super fun to switch things up, even though about 3 miles of the 10 mile run were on the same part of the trail that I run all the time. I decided to take this 10 miler easier than last week's. Most of my splits for the first 5 miles were right around 9:10. The next 2 I aimed for 9:00 and the last 3 I ran as hard as my legs wanted to. Which ended up being around 8:45-8:50. My overall time averaged out to a 9:00 mm pace. I had a blueberry pomegranate GU Roctane around mile 3.5 and I think that's the best flavor I've had yet. It was pretty tasty. :) I'm trying to think of any weird sightings that I had throughout the run, but I must've been zoning because I can't think of any.
OH! I also hit 100 miles for the month during my long run. I totally forgot about it until I was entering it into my running blog. I feel like I should've done a celebratory run/dance/shuffle at .4 of the long run, but alas. Maybe next month. :)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Folks, it is HOT at 8:30am. Bleck. I should’ve just gotten up to do my run and then gone back to bed. Yet the bikers were still wearing pants and jackets. Crazy bikers. I did actually see a dude wearing old school sweat pants. I think my jaw dropped, as I had already sweated through my lightweight tank.
But on to the run, I did the first mile at a very leisurely pace. When my time popped up, I was kind of shocked at how slow it showed. I haven’t ran a 10 mm for quite a while. But oh well. Kicked it in to the tempo pace. First tempo mile beeps in at 8:31. Whoa. Not even close to the pace I was shooting for. At this point, I decided that my legs couldn’t do that pace for whatever reason, and would just go at an 8:30 mm pace if that’s what they wanted.
Except that the next 3 tempo miles came in at 8:11, 8:12, and 8:08. So now I’m thinking there’s something a little fishy going on with the old G-Man, because honestly my level of exertion was almost identical for all 4 miles. While doing my final mile cool down, I was able to determine that my Garmin had lost ~.06 miles in the first couple of miles (based on the landscape markers for my out and back). After tacking the extra .03 to each of the first miles, the splits seemed much closer.
Officially unofficial splits:
1.03 9:57 (9:40 pace)
6. 8:51 .04 :21
As soon as I walked in the door I SLAMMED two glasses of water. But I’ve had a monster headache all day. It’s days like today that I wish I worked in the medical field and could just hook myself up to an iv during my break to rehydrate. I can’t seem to take in enough water. Boo.
After my shower, I did manage to make an AWESOME green monster. I haven’t had one for a few weeks, and it cooled me off right away. I had a huge handful of spinach, some vanilla soy milk, half a scoop of whey protein powder, 3 strawberries, and half a banana. Nom. I did get some somewhat strange looks from my co-workers for my breakfast though.
Tonight I am attempting my first legit 2-a-day run. I have an easy 4 on the schedule tomorrow, but Taylor’s brother is getting married Saturday and their rehearsal and dinner is tomorrow night. I’m guessing it won’t be an early night and waking up so early to run tends to make me want to crash at about 10, so I figure this would work out perfect. Plus then my legs have tomorrow off in preparation for the long 10 on Saturday. I’m hoping to run off my headache. Ugh.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Close to the turnaround point was the high school track that I've been eyeing to do speedwork at (it's only a mile or so from my place, I ran from Tay's this morning). I decided to veer off course to check to see if I could get in. That place is locked up tighter than Fort Knox! I did spy an area of the fence that is a good foot off the ground, so I could crawl under if I REALLY wanted to, but I'm such a wuss when it comes to getting yelled at, I'm sure I won't. Plus, it's a Catholic school, so I'm fairly certain that intruding on their property would subject me to eternal damnation, and I'm just not sure if it's worth it. :)
On the way back through the hills, my iPod died (of course) and realized that despite how good I felt, I was breathing HARD. Of course hearing myself made me convince myself (slightly) that I was actually tired, even though I wasn't. Does anyone else like listening to their iPod to drown out their breathing? Because I definitely do. Yowsers.
I did the 5 miles in 47:08 for a pace of 9:26.
2. 9:13 (!!)
3. 9:35 (part was spent running somewhat aimlessly around the track looking for an entrance)
I have an intern in my department that I've been training for the last month or so who is also a runner, training for his first marathon this fall. So of course, we spend the first chunk of our morning talking about our runs. When I told him what hills I ran, he didn't believe me! He was thoroughly impressed, and I, again, patted myself on the back. Hah.
One of my personal goals for running is to do a race in every state. I know some of you crazy people are already on your way to becoming maniacs, but I just don't ever see myself getting that nutty about marathons (we'll see after I finally do one, I guess). But I'd love to do some half marathons in some cool locations that I've never visited, or randomly do a little 5k or 10k while in a different state for whatever reason. Part of this goal is being accomplished this fall/winter. In August, I'm doing the Wild West Relay, knocking Colorado off the list. And in December I'm doing the Dallas White Rock half marathon, crossing Texas off my list.
While looking at the leg maps for the WWR last night, I was reading the directions when I saw "Enter into Laramie county." Wait. Isn't Laramie in Wyoming? By George it is! I get to run from Colorado to Wyoming on my second leg of the race. Too cool. PLUS, that totally counts as a "race" in WY in my book. Two birds in one stone, I'd say. :)
In other news, I finally got back on the strength training boat last night with some push ups (35, holla!) next to the muscle machine aka the boyfriend, and some intense ab work. Both arms and abs sufficiently hurt today, so I'd say it was a success. I need to keep doing this, especially the ab work, because it seems to keep the ab pain away. A strong ab is a happy ab. I should totally make a shirt with a smiling ab muscle. My God I'm random....
Also, I had the MOST AMAZING dinner ever last night. Again I should've taken a photo but it just looked toooooooooo good to wait. All day I was craving avocado, so I basically planned the meal around getting me a healthy amount of avocado in my tummy. I ended up making a grilled wrap with smoked turkey breast, pepper jack cheese, a teeny tiny amount of ranch, tomatoes, and AVOCADOS all rolled up and pressed in my sweet panini machine. (Thanks Ma for giving this to me 4 Xmas' ago, I finally found it still in the box and use it all the time now!) Oh. My. God. This was amazing. Something about p-jack cheese and avocado together hits the spot EVERY time. The wrap was followed up by some super juicy watermelon. Pretty much the greatest dinner time experience of my life. I was probably patting myself on the back between bites. And by probably I mean, most definitely.
Oh hey. I just noticed that my run for today put me over my total mileage for June. And it's only the 21st. Hey-o. :)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
- My ab started to hurt during the 2nd mile. The pain was so intense I had to stop a couple of times to try to stretch it out. Just as quick as it came on, it was gone.
- I had an Espresso Love GU for the first time and liked it quite a bit. Except I thought it tasted more honey-like than espresso-y.
- Not nearly as many runners/bikers out as last Saturday. Is everyone in this town on a Saturday long run program? It was kind of boring without the extra people watching.
- Not to disappoint: I saw a lady biking, with a big basket in the back for her yorkie. The yorkie was wearing sunglasses. I literally laughed out loud when she biked past me.
- I saw a lady jogging in cut off jean shorts and a fitted tee. It was random. I practically get chaffing just walking in jean shorts, I can't imagine how that worked out for her. :s
- I saw a badger for the first time in real life. At first I thought it was a fat squirrel, but when I did my double take I realized I was wrong. The only reason I was about to identify it as a badger is because of Wisconsin's mascot logo. Ha.
- I had a biker ask how far I was going, which was kind of random, and another tell me I was "running strong" on the last mile of my run. Literally made my run. :)
- Ab started hurting again towards the end of mile 9. The pain (or possibly the exerted effort at that point) caused me to feel pukey/nauseous, which was interesting.
- I actually spent the first few seconds post-run dry heaving outside my apartment. Eew.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday I woke up feeling just peachy and got ready to set out for a 9 miler. I've yet to do a long run early in the morning, so I failed to fuel before the run. Luckily, it didn't seem to effect me much. The run was ridiculously consistent for the first half, and then I allowed myself to pick up the pace on the back half.
- I saw a mommy and baby deer around mile 5 1/2. I was so excited I pointed it out to a runner in the opposite direction, who thanked me for showing him. Once he had ran by, I checked to make sure no one else was looking, and waved. :)
- I saw a chick with fabulous abs and she inspired me to be dedicated with my ab work so I can run sans shirt and spike envy in people who see me. Ha.
- I took a Mocha Gu at about 3 1/2 miles. Every time I have one, it gets a bit easier to suck down, but still not good. I think they help though, so I'll keep on it.
- Go girls! I saw about 8 or 9 female runners to every 1 male runner. That was pretty sweet. Every time I saw another chica I wanted to yell out, "Girl Powa!" In a British accent like the Spice Girls. I refrained. I figured waving to animals was quirky enough. I did see a lot of women running together, and it made me jealous of not having a running pal. Sad.
- I did run by a girl who went to my rival school for sports. She was their star basketball player that I always had to guard and try to keep her from scoring her season average of 25 points. Maybe I'll facebook stalk her to see if she's looking for a running buddy. I'm a genius sometimes.
- I also saw an old coworker and his fiance, who used to play on my intramural basketball team in college. Small world, small town, small bike trail. :)
- Light colored tops show off nippage much easier than darker tops. Light pink tank was a poor investment. I apologize for anyone who saw me miles 2-9.
Friday, July 10, 2009
My arm looks way weird, but I think I'm trying to get my bev out of the photo. :)
The guy to my left is the one I raced after the bars back to our hotel. If you need a reminder, I won. :D
I really like this one of us. :) We struggle at cute pics, so I get excited when we succeed.
One of the other gf's who made the trip. Good times.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I had just planned on getting the same tank in a bigger size, but shocker, they only had XS and XXL left. THEN I spotted the green bra I've been dying to get on SALE. Jackpot. I love these Target bras (although I know some of you despise them) and love when they're on sale for $12. I usually stock up. I will admit that 2 of the 6 that I own are "duds." They're super stretchy material and are about as supportive as, um...nothing. These two appear to be top notch, and CUTE.
Then I saw these tanks. Which...eh...are definitely not the cutest. But they're lightweight, the bank panel is a mesh-ish (hah funny made up word) breathable material AND, most importantly, they are lose on the hip area so no possibility of rideage. Nothing bothers me more than having to tug down my top every .15 miles. Last time I wore the "wrong" tank, I ended up tucking it IN to my running shorts so I wouldn't have to mess with it anymore. Talk about fashion faux pas. I felt like a wrestler, ick, they always seem to do the shirt tucked in thing when they workout. ALSO, the tanks were only 10 bones. Can't go wrong with a price like that. Plus since I was returning a $20 tank, it made me feel like this trip was so much cheaper than it really was. ;)
Last night, when I got home from work, I went to my fridge to cross off my 4 miler from the schedule, and -GASP- realized it was supposed to be 5!!! Of course I had a mini freak out (because one mile is a HUGE difference, side note: I'm an idiot.) Then I saw that Thursday called for an easy 4, and it would be an easy flop to just do 5 then. Which is probably a good thing, because another mile of hills yesterday would've probably been the death of me. I think I'm going to have to make a second copy of the schedule to post to Taylor's fridge, since I seem to be doing most of my morning runs from there. I'm sure he'll just love me bringing more crap over to his place. Hah.
This morning I had an easy 5 miler on the schedule. Because of the hills yesterday, my legs were a little sore/tired, so it was nice to take this one slow. There were a couple of random things worth mentioning from the run.
First, my run took me very close to the airport in town and I ended up running under a plane taking off. I wish I was a good judge of distance, but it was CLOSE, and it was REALLY cool, until I immediately thought, "oh crap! what if this thing crashes, I'm donzo!"
Secondly, I'm sick of geese. Seriously, I love all animals. But I'm starting to hate geese. There was a ginormous gaggle of geese (3 points for alliteration) on the trail this morning. Usually when this happens, I'll run off in the grass as far from them as possible to keep from making them mad. Well, of course, today a family of bikers was coming in the opposite directly and took their jolly sweet time getting through. By the time it was my chance to go by they were fired up and hissing at me. I let out a little yelp and started hauling some booty. Last thing I need is to be chased by a gaggle of geese :) in the middle of my recovery run! Stupid birds. Don't they see me waving to deer? I can't be a bad person. QUIT HISSING!
I ended up doing the fiver in 47:49 for a pace of 9:34 (supposed to be 9:46). But my splits were pretty darn close for the first 3 miles, after that I just got bored and wanted to go home to watch Saved by the Bell. ;)
Oh Zach Morris, you are such a heart throb. :)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
True to my word, I switched up my Tuesday easy run this week, so I wouldn't have two back-to-back easy runs. Because, honestly, what do I need to recover from after an easy run? The boringness? But I digress.
Today I decided to do 4 miles of hills in preperation for the Wild West Relay. Granted my legs were a bit stiff from the long run on Sunday, but they loosened up pretty fast. They had to! I made them run hills! Suckas! :) The first and last .8 (roughly) of the run were flat, but the middle (umm...let me grab my calculator..) 2.4 miles were a DOOZY. At one point I looked down and my pace said 11:xx. Aye aye aye. Poor little leggies.
Well that's teensy tiny, so pull out your bifocals if necessary because that's my elevation from the 4 miler today. Keep in mind that this is #1 or #2 hilliest route in my town, so my primary source of pain/prep for the relay.
Gain: 391 ft
Elevation Loss: 484 ft
Min Elevation: 1,404 ft
Max Elevation: 1,529 ft
First leg of WWR (7.3 miles)
Gain: 601 ft
Loss: 267 ft
Min Elevation: 5,500 ft
Max Elevation: 5,950 ft
But seriously, I'm SO EXCITED for this relay, even if it is going to hand me my butt on a silver platter. :)
For the 4 miles I completed it in 38:30 for a pace of 9:37. My Garmin Connect won't let me access my splits, but they were pretty close to that. Apparently hills also slow me down, it's the craziest thing.... ;)
I must say it's a s-t-r-u-g-g-l-e to go back to work after a 4 day weekend. Yikes. I'm finding myself read for a nap and it's only lunch. Yikes.
And I forgot to mention after the 9 mile run on Sunday my dead/drown due to my sweat gnat count on my chest was 8. Inhaled gnats: 3, including one that lingered--not wanting to go up or down for at least 2 miles. Snorted gnat: 1. That was probably the worst. YEOUCH!