Thanks for all of your awesome responses to my grad school excitement. If anyone happens to know anyone through a friend of a friend's pal's uncle's estranged best friend that completed a Masters in Library Science online, hook a sista up! I have a thousand questions. :) And I also think it's funny that most people had mucho love for University of Washington because that's my #1 choice (thus far) as well. Whoot whoot! Plus it also happens to be one of the schools my BFFF Megan is looking to go to (but actually be there, not online). All the more reason to visit, yes? :)
Thursday I had an easy 7 miler to take on. With insanely sore shoulders from yoga, I headed out at a very slow and relaxed pace. Each time G-man beeped at me it was muuuuch faster than I thought I was going, so I pushed the pace to an even slower pace. Nada, didn't work. Ran consistently faster than I should've and felt great about it. Whatevs, right? :) I did 7 in 1:04:47 for a pace of 9:16.
Friday night I got in some ab work while waiting for the loverboy to arrive. We dined and watched Up in the Air, which I looooooooooved. Oh man. I thought it was really good. Also, loverboy is still ridiculously cute in case you were curious. I gave him the coolest/weirdest/sweetest gift ever, which I may have to blog about at a future date....perhaps tomorrow. Please remind me. :)
Saturday I was ready for redemption in the form of an 18 miler. As you may remember from my previous 18 miler (let's be honest, you don't remember. Why would you unless you're a) me or b) a stalker? Since you are not a) me, and I hope to God you're not b) a stalker, than you wouldn't remember so click on the previous linky link to refresh your bwains [part of TEAM GREEN has difficulty saying his R's and refers to the brain as a bwain which just cracks me up] speaking of crack, hey-o Jerbear...you've derailed).
Anyway, nuts and bolts of the redemption, I have had one LR thus far in MARATHON TRAINING that has been less than stellar and it's been the 18-er. I had blood on my mind and Gu in my pockets as I headed out for 18 miler: Take 2. It was in the mid-upper 50s when I started out, and I was sporting the sexay watermelon runner version of Jerbear. Something about that pink top makes me so stinkin' happy prancing around out there.
The first few miles really flew by. There were a ton of people out biking/walking/running and my legs felt awesome. I did see a dude rollerblading in full length spandex tights. Note to dude: if you must wear tights because you're cold (??) feel free to wear shorts or something over the tights, that's *sorta* distracting to see your junk on display, especially b/c you're at least 9 feet tall and it's right at eye level for shrimpy Jerbear.
I took my first Gu at about 4 1/2 miles and realized that my handheld (12 oz.) was almost half gone. Uh. Sweet portion control. Luckily for me, I remembered that there was a cafe at the turn around point that I could duck into and refill. Yay for hydration! At this point I was chasing down some lady, which took my mind off of running. Unfortunately she turned around before I could catch her, poop nuggets, but thanks for the entertainment lady! My miles were still ticking off much quicker than I had intended, but without a whole lot of extra energy from me. Yippee.
I grabbed some water just shy of the 9 mile marker along with another Gu and hightailed it up a hill...that sucked. Hence the time. Stupid hill. At the halfway point my time was 1:24:30. I always like to note this to attempt to negative split that puppy. Apparently during this next section my brain (or bwain) went out the window as I started seeing super happy families and little kiddos out having fun with their parents. Didn't realize I had a biological clock, but at that moment I wanted, neigh, needed a hubby, 2.5 kids, and a golden retriever with a white picket fence. Holy cow. Luckily this mental lapse in judgment has since passed (for the most part).
When I took my last Gu at 13.5 miles I realized, uh oh! I was out of water....and I still had 4 1/2 miles to go. [Insert oh @#$(@$% here please.] Also, this is the majority of the run that isn't done under tree coverage so I was just out there under the hot sun. (Wasn't she just complaining about freezing weather and snow? Yes..yes she was.) The salt build up on my face was horrendous. I just kept counting down the miles to being done. I was also keeping myself busy by figuring out some potential goal times/finishing times for the MARATHON based on the 9:20ish pace my body seems to be comfortable with lately. Math helps the miles fly by. Also, since I took a slightly different route home (only the last 2 miles adding on an extra mile due to construction) my normal mental mile markers were all off. Where I KNOW I should have 3 miles left aka kick time, I actually had 4 miles left. Honestly, that was brutal and messed with my confidence a bit. Grrr.
With 2 miles to go, I was stopped at a busy intersection waiting for a walk signal. Um....stopping with 2 miles to go = worst idea EVER. I was so thirsty and just wanted to be done. I started up again and had to take a mini break with about a mile left to go. I was borderline seeing stars... not fun. Instead of my usual BTTW 5k finish, instead I was content with surviving it.
I finished the 18 miles in 2:48:33 for a pace of 9:22 (last 9 were 27 seconds quicker than the first 9, A+ for consistency). Compared to the last 18 miler, I was about 5 minutes faster. And other than the last 2 miles, I felt greeeeeeeeeeat. As long as the marathon course doesn't run out of water, I should be ok, right? (Omg, don't even joke about that Jeri!)
I finished the week with my first 40 mile week, with 41 on the board. Whoo whoo! With only 4 running days/week, I'm pretty darn proud of myself.
Let's play a game called "Can you tell where I wear my running watch?" The fact it is noticable at the beginning of April does not bode well for the actual summer months.