Naturally last night while I was laying in bed I remembered dream #2 that I completely spaced when writing up the Dream post from yesterday. No no.... I couldn't possibly wait to see if I could recall it, I had to post that blog ASAP. Strike while the iron is hot! Get it while the gettin's good. Etc.
Anyway, since I know you were all on the edge of your seat in anticipation for secret dream #2, here it is. It was May 2012. I know this because I was arriving to take my second crack at the Green Bay Marathon. For some reason they had swapped out the course, and it was now a point to point marathon. We had to take school busses to the starting line. No big deal, except that my bus was late. As in we were all sitting on the bus begging the bus driver to leave and take us to the start. It was raining and he was afraid to drive.
By the time we did get to the start, it was noon. Roughly the time I'd like to be finishing up an 8am start marathon. Swell. I got to the starting line and realized that the race had started 10 minutes ago, so I was left all by my lonesome to run. The rain was coming down in torrential sheets (I'm guessing similar to LA this year). I was running with a legit stuffed backpack, because I didn't have time to check my bag. All along the first few miles there were vendors selling items to the runnrs. But not running related items, persay. Like craft fair-esque goods. People were stopping their race to barter for goods!
When I made it to mile 3, I stopped to call Kyle and tell him what horse $#!T this race had turned in to, to realize that all the essential items I thought were packed in my backpack, were not actually there. No GUs, no hand held water bottle. Instead I had a never ending supply of random nicknacks and chotchkes.
So yeah, I'm already having nightmares about my marathon.... 10 months out.
[This post would've been way cooler with a J. Rose illustration of this insanity... :D]
Wednesday night I hit the treadmill for my 4th consecutive treadmill run (egads, I know!) for a tempo run. FYI tempo runs still terrify me, however, they terrify me less since I've ran a 10k. Since they're usually near my 10k pace, and typically not longer than 4-5 miles (as of right now anyway) I know they're doable.
I had 6 miles to do with 4 at a tempo pace of 8:01.
Helpful treadmill running tip #4 (sure, yeah, #4, we'll go with #4):
Watch the food channel. Don't ask me why but time just FLYS when you have a good food network show on. I'm thinking about food 99% of my runs normally anyway (really 99% of my life, who am I kidding?) so I see nothing wrong with some visual aids to assist in my food fantasies.
I did my warm up mile nice and slow and then I was off. One thing I've learned about tempo runs is that starting mile #1 at pace causes me to lose my mind. That immediate upswing of the HR causes me to think that I'm going to D-I-E before I make it to .75. I've started taking my tempo runs just slightly slower than my goal pace for the first 1/2-1 mile.... only by a few seconds, and then making up the difference over the next few miles. Helps TREMEDONSOULY.
The tempo miles actually felt really good. During the 3rd one I almost convinced myself to stop for a breather and to take a drink of water (random fun fact: I can read novels on the treadmill, but I can't drink water while running), until I looked at my heart rate monitor and realized my heart rate was where it typically is mid-long run (mid 150s). the last tempo run I did I was consistently at 180 for the last mile and a half. That helped to tell me to suck it up and keep going.
I finished 6 miles in 51:14 for an average pace of 8:34.
My tempo miles were 7:58, 8:02, 7:59, and 7:59, for an average pace of 7:59. (I think I must've hit the autolap wrong on miles 1 & 2, because 1 was definitely slower.)
I left the gym on cloud 9! For some reason I feel like treadmill runs are more bearable when you have a purpose to your run, specifically speedwork. It's so hard for me to take on an easy "get in the miles" sort of run, but interval for my runs or a tempo run aren't the worst thing in the world. Am I alone?
Finally get a break from the treadmill and the scary heat tonight. 85 degrees has never felt so cool.
P.S. I totally stole the battered copy of Runner's World with Kara Goucher on the front. Don't tell on me.