Today I ran 8 miles, but first I must update you on my running since the "5K challenge".
As you know, I realized last weekend, once again, that my running is only as good as the "fuel" I put into my body, so all week I vowed to eat better, eat more, etc. After Tuesday's "race" I took this even more seriously by eating more carbs (of the right kind, keeping the Girlscout Cookies to a minimum) more often and also by getting plenty of sleep.
Thursday evening, I ran 4.5 miles. It went OK. I felt good most of the time, save a shin splint problem during the first third of the run. I theorized that since I do not get shin splints until I transition from the bark mulch trail to the pavement, that the change in surface is what triggers them. I vowed that during my long run, I would avoid the trail altogether and see how it worked for me.
Towards the end of my 4.5 mile loop, I caught my first glimpse of an Olympic Trial trainee. I had heard that there are several of them now living in Eugene, working part-time jobs and training here. He was very tall, was carrying his running shoes, and walking in between two much shorter, older men, who I suspected were coaches. This sighting was good for me, as it allowed me to suck up any fatigue I felt and run past them like I knew what I was doing. Deep down I know they probably wouldn't even notice me, but even so. I was inspired!
Friday, I rested, intending to run on Saturday. I had learned from Nancy earlier this week that Galloway recommends resting the day before I long run. That was all I needed to hear. I planned accordingly. When Saturday came, I still had some leg pain from my 5K challenge, so I decided to walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes, followed by weight lifting. I hit the pavement, then, on Sunday to do my best at 8 miles.
Not surprisingly, I was nervous about this run. Instead of seeing signs of improvement these last couple of weeks, I felt I was going backwards. I hoped the focus on diet proved itself. I had of course eaten my way through my house all day Saturday, even partook in two pieces of pizza at 12am while finishing a movie with Greg. Hey - if there's one thing I CAN do well, it's eat a lot.
Sunday morning I woke up to quickly turning skies. It was full sun, but became cloudy quickly. A check of the hour-by-hour forecast on weather.com determined that it would begin a rain/snow mix around 1pm. This of course motivated me to get out and back before the wintry (isn't it spring?) mix hit the valley floor. I mapped out my 8 mile run with the help of gpedometer. I was excited to hit some new territory. I would be running on the bike path by the river for this first time.
Greg and I fixed bagels with egg and cream cheese. I then washed down an Ibuprofen with a big glass off water and was out the door. I initially felt pretty good. Leg pain didn't set in until about 10 minutes. I stopped at 28 minutes to stretch my legs and to massage my shins for about two minutes. As soon as I stood up, I felt great. I decided to break into full stride and see what happens. I was almost three miles into the run and closing in on the bike path along the river. There were runners everywhere I looked, in all shapes, sizes, and herd-sizes. I come across runners during each run, but never were they as prolific as when I am in runners territory.
Before I knew it, I was sailing. I felt great. Had zero leg pain. A quick look at my ankles/shins proved that there was no swelling. Could it be that my leg pain is directly related to my stride and thus my pace? I never feel good while running until I begin to speed up. I don't know. It could be that I didn't have enough energy to keep going during my 5K challenge, and that was the reason behind the proverbial brick wall I hit, as opposed to my original conclusion that my muscles had given out from lack of conditioning. I will investigate this theory further this week.
Back to my run: So there I was on the bike path, taking in all of Eugene's beautiful river scenery. I crossed one footbridge to the other side of the river and continued on my way. I was keeping up with a really tall guy who had a shirt on that said "Portland Marathon 2006" and I thought I must be doing pretty well. I realized that I hadn't yet been on that bike path during the rainy months. I entered a more wooded section of it and felt as though I were hiking in the woods. Loads of moss hanging from tall fir trees, ferns everywhere, you get the picture. All of this nature around me and I was just 300 feet or so from Autzen Stadium, where the UO Football team plays. The river roaring by on one side, picturesque forest scene on the other.
As I relished in all of this nature, "nature" called. On the one hand, I was glad - it meant I was well hydrated. But it didn't solve my problem of what to do. I ask you, dear readers: What would you have done? With no time to ponder this query while I was out there running, I trekked further into the wooded area and answered that call. Sure, I was a little nervous about snakes, spiders, and oh - I don't know - being arrested for public indecency. And then there's always the risk of finding a homeless person sleeping beneath a bush. You will be happy to know that I encountered none of that and was on my way again in no time (feeling much better, I may add).
Keeping with my pace, I charged back across another footbridge and headed into the UO campus. I made a big loop in the neighborhood just to the east of campus before I resumed my familiar route through the heart of the Univesity. It felt great because I knew exactly what the remainder of the run would look like, as well as about how long it would take. I was able to maintain my stride, even though I was now experiencing bouts of an uneven pace.
After I had been running for about 1 hour and 15 minutes, I began to feel like my energy was slipping. That ominous lurking dip in energy. Like if I had a banana or a mini sandwich within my grasp, I would have eaten it. Like if I had seen a small child with a cup of crackers, I'd have swiped it. Like if I'd have...oh what's the use, I thought, I only had a little more than a mile to go, so I didn't preoccupy myself further, but certainly noted it for future runs. Perhaps next weekend for my nine mile run I will bring an energy boosting snack. Just as this was crossing my mind, I was able to pull energy reserves from deep down, as I saw on the opposite side of the street from me, moving in the same direction, 5 members of the UO track team. They were just starting their workout, so I could keep up with them (they have lapped Tia and I TWICE before during a run) and I ran "with" them for the next 3/4 mile before I turned off for Willamette street and went home.
I couldn't believe how great I felt on this run. I do not know if it was because of my eating beforehand, or if I am finally getting the right stride/pace for myself. Whatever the reason, I am actually looking forward to my runs this week to delve further into this theory and also to continue training for the Eugene Half Marathon on May 4!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The 5K Challenge
Upon resolving to eat better in general and to avoid alcohol the evening before a run, I entered the week feeling pretty good. I decided that it would probably be a good idea to review my half-marathon training schedule once more, as I had just completed and mailed my entry form. I have committed to the Eugene Half Marathon on May 4.
While looking over the training guide, I noticed that it had encouraged a "10K Race" this coming Saturday instead of the 8 miles I assumed were upcoming. I also realized that I had completely ignored a recommended "5K race" from a few weekends ago. I carefully considered this. Tuesday was a beautiful full-sun day here in Eugene and I decided to chart a 3.1 mile course just to see how fast I could run it. I had plenty of time over my lunch break to race against myself during the self-proclaimed "Lizzie 5K".
10 years ago this June, I attended Officer Candidate's School for the USMC. If memory serves me correctly, I believe my first 3 mile Physical Fitness Test at OCS clocked in at 24 minutes. That's not too bad. 8 minute miles. I certainly FEEL like I'm in overall better shape now at 32 years old and could probably match it. Sure, there were a FEW differences in the scenario on this Sunny Tuesday in Eugene, OR 2008 than on that (probably rainy) day in June in Quantico, VA 1998. But, hey - how much could those differences matter anyway?
As it turned out, quite a bit. Let me elaborate.
I started running at a pretty decent pace. Surprisingly, starting at a faster pace wasn't difficult. I imagined that I would be breathing heavy and regretting this race against myself as soon as it began, but it felt pretty good to pick up the pace. It didn't hurt that it was lunchtime, the sun was out, and so were the runners. For the first time in this venture, I actually felt fast. I was whizzing by people left and right. It was a pretty cool feeling.
My first mile was completed in about 8 minutes. I was super excited. I still felt pretty good. Upon realizing my time, I became overcome with adrenaline and began to run faster yet. I thought for one teensy moment that I should maybe slow down before I either injure myself, or I run out of steam. I then determined that my run was more than 1/3 complete and it wasn't really that far, anyway. Three miles? Come on! That's nothing! (Shocking how far I've come. Three months ago, it was pretty far!).
As I completed my second mile, I looked at my stopwatch and can you believe I ran it in 7.5 minutes???? Sure, I was starting to crumble a little. I Felt the pain in the mid-lower legs and of course endured the on-set of the shinsplints, but I remained somewhat aloof to these minor aches and pains because I WAS MOVING!!!
Somewhere between 2 miles and 2.25 miles, things began to fall apart. My legs began to feel heavy. I couldn't hit a stride correctly. One of my hips was bugging me. I became extremely thirsty. I started to slow way, way, down. I resembled the Hunchback of Notre Dame as I schlepped my exhausted carcass and rubbery legs inch by inch towards the "finish line". I actually contemplated finding a phone and begging one off my co-workers to come to pick me up off of the bike path. I managed to continue "running", but only because I felt like the sooner I got home, the better. Funny thing was that my "running" wasn't really very fast. Mile #3: 16 minutes. You may be thinking, "Well, can't you just walk a mile in 15 minutes?". To answer your question - yes. I can. It was a grim moment for me, but I did it unto myself.
My 5K race time: 31.5 minutes. A gentle reminder that 10 years DOES make a difference. Perhaps if I had three Drill Instructors swarming around me yesterday I would have maintained that pace. I don't know. I do know, however, that I have quite a way to go with my training!
When I made it home, I made sure to drink Greg's magical 4 to 1 (4 grams of carbs per 1 gram of protein) concoction for speedy muscle recovery. I modified it, however to 4-to-1-to-2. Of course I heeded the instruction of the 4-to-1 ratio, but I washed down 2 ibuprofen for good measure. It didn't steer me wrong, as I recovered almost completely and feel great today.
Tonight I went to the gym to do 35 minutes of cross training on the eliptical machine. Tomorrow, my plan is to run 4.5 miles. Saturday, I haven't decided if I'm just going to run 10K, or plow ahead with 8 miles. I do know that I am in no way interested in "racing" again.
While looking over the training guide, I noticed that it had encouraged a "10K Race" this coming Saturday instead of the 8 miles I assumed were upcoming. I also realized that I had completely ignored a recommended "5K race" from a few weekends ago. I carefully considered this. Tuesday was a beautiful full-sun day here in Eugene and I decided to chart a 3.1 mile course just to see how fast I could run it. I had plenty of time over my lunch break to race against myself during the self-proclaimed "Lizzie 5K".
10 years ago this June, I attended Officer Candidate's School for the USMC. If memory serves me correctly, I believe my first 3 mile Physical Fitness Test at OCS clocked in at 24 minutes. That's not too bad. 8 minute miles. I certainly FEEL like I'm in overall better shape now at 32 years old and could probably match it. Sure, there were a FEW differences in the scenario on this Sunny Tuesday in Eugene, OR 2008 than on that (probably rainy) day in June in Quantico, VA 1998. But, hey - how much could those differences matter anyway?
As it turned out, quite a bit. Let me elaborate.
I started running at a pretty decent pace. Surprisingly, starting at a faster pace wasn't difficult. I imagined that I would be breathing heavy and regretting this race against myself as soon as it began, but it felt pretty good to pick up the pace. It didn't hurt that it was lunchtime, the sun was out, and so were the runners. For the first time in this venture, I actually felt fast. I was whizzing by people left and right. It was a pretty cool feeling.
My first mile was completed in about 8 minutes. I was super excited. I still felt pretty good. Upon realizing my time, I became overcome with adrenaline and began to run faster yet. I thought for one teensy moment that I should maybe slow down before I either injure myself, or I run out of steam. I then determined that my run was more than 1/3 complete and it wasn't really that far, anyway. Three miles? Come on! That's nothing! (Shocking how far I've come. Three months ago, it was pretty far!).
As I completed my second mile, I looked at my stopwatch and can you believe I ran it in 7.5 minutes???? Sure, I was starting to crumble a little. I Felt the pain in the mid-lower legs and of course endured the on-set of the shinsplints, but I remained somewhat aloof to these minor aches and pains because I WAS MOVING!!!
Somewhere between 2 miles and 2.25 miles, things began to fall apart. My legs began to feel heavy. I couldn't hit a stride correctly. One of my hips was bugging me. I became extremely thirsty. I started to slow way, way, down. I resembled the Hunchback of Notre Dame as I schlepped my exhausted carcass and rubbery legs inch by inch towards the "finish line". I actually contemplated finding a phone and begging one off my co-workers to come to pick me up off of the bike path. I managed to continue "running", but only because I felt like the sooner I got home, the better. Funny thing was that my "running" wasn't really very fast. Mile #3: 16 minutes. You may be thinking, "Well, can't you just walk a mile in 15 minutes?". To answer your question - yes. I can. It was a grim moment for me, but I did it unto myself.
My 5K race time: 31.5 minutes. A gentle reminder that 10 years DOES make a difference. Perhaps if I had three Drill Instructors swarming around me yesterday I would have maintained that pace. I don't know. I do know, however, that I have quite a way to go with my training!
When I made it home, I made sure to drink Greg's magical 4 to 1 (4 grams of carbs per 1 gram of protein) concoction for speedy muscle recovery. I modified it, however to 4-to-1-to-2. Of course I heeded the instruction of the 4-to-1 ratio, but I washed down 2 ibuprofen for good measure. It didn't steer me wrong, as I recovered almost completely and feel great today.
Tonight I went to the gym to do 35 minutes of cross training on the eliptical machine. Tomorrow, my plan is to run 4.5 miles. Saturday, I haven't decided if I'm just going to run 10K, or plow ahead with 8 miles. I do know that I am in no way interested in "racing" again.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Lessons in Running
This week has been a good running week. I ran and cross-trained quite a bit. I had a long run on Sunday, followed by a speed walk on the treadmill and some weight lifting on Monday.
Tuesday I rested.
On Wednesday, I ran 4 miles and felt great. I was really moving, too. I even varied my course and was very pleased with the progress.
Thursday, I decided to go to the gym and run on the treadmill because it was pouring down rain. This, however, didn't really work out for me. I couldn't seem to get a good stride going, so I decided not to push it. I only ran 1.5 miles. I then stretched and did some minor weight lifting.
Friday, I walked on the treadmill and did some weightlifting.
Saturday, I decided to run outside in the sunshine. It felt slow, but OK. I did about three miles - half of which was up and down hills. I kept a slow pace in order to prepare myself for the long run on Sunday.
And here we are at the long run: 7.3 miles on Sunday. Can I just tell you that I love gpedometer? It's amazing. You just go to their website, search for your city and address, and then chart a course from your starting point. No more guessing. No more worrying about timing. It's awesome. Prior to my run on Sunday, I decided to chart a new course to be absolutely sure it was indeed 7 miles. What fun it was.
Greg had to finish up some work at the office, which was taking longer than expected. I was a little worried I wasn't going to be able to fit in my run before we needed to leave for an Easter gathering. I talked him into coming home and working on his memo here since Emelyn was napping anyway. He obliged and I hurried to get ready so as soon as he arrived, I could run out the door.
Well, just prior to his arrival, the rain started coming down. And I do mean DOWN DOWN DOWN. As I stood in my warm, dry, living room, I nervously thought about ditching the run and doing it on Monday (which of course turned out to be a beautiful day), but resolved that Greg probably wouldn't be too happy with me if I asked him to leave work early for my run and I didn't even go.
So into the rain I went. Throughout the run it rained all sorts of different ways, my least favorite being hard AND sideways, but luckily those gusts were few. It felt much slower than normal, but that was probably because it was my least enjoyable run to date.
There were hardly any cars on the road, so pretty much any time I hit the "walk button" at a stop light, the light would IMMEDIATELY obey and turn for me. I was sort of hoping to stand a while and take a break, but nothing doing. Those stoplights were very responsive.
The rain actually became funny. I was so drenched that I didn't even notice too much after a while. The only times the rain really became top of mind were when I needed a sip of water from my "hydration system" around my waste. I decided to put it underneath my rain jacket because it was uncomfortable otherwise and caused my jacket to 'ride up' my back. So there I'd be, reaching underneath the back side of my jacket for my water bottle. Awkward.
This run marks my first ever "Yawn during a run". I was sort of shocked by it. How is it possible to yawn while running? I had a theory: I had been adjusting my "hydration system" around my waste and I wondered if it was too tight and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I loosened said belt and did not yawn again. I remain uncertain as to the cause of the yawn, but it did not persist.
This run seemed to take FOREVER. I looked at my stopwatch at one point and it read 25 minutes. It was a pretty grim moment for me. I knew the run would take AT LEAST 70 minutes and I wasn't even half way through.
Once I was running for 30 minutes, it became easier, but not much. I began focusing on my misery which was all encompassing. I had sore lower legs, sore feet, and I was extremely wet. I also had trouble breaking into a stride. One bright spot was that nothing really stood out as terrible because everything was equally bad.
I distracted myself, however, with the "why" behind my misery. Why this run? Why this day? Why this 7 miles when my 4 mile run earlier in the week was so great, as was my other 7 miler a few weeks ago? I began to take a look at my diet over the past 4 days and began to learn a lesson all over again - You are what you eat.
I learned the following from my intake analysis:
1. It would be a good idea to eat more carbs more often.
2. Girl Scout cookies are probably not a good source of carbs.
3. It's not OK to run 3.5 miles on a check-out bag of cashews at 1pm in the afternoon when having eaten nothing else that day.
4. The night before my next long run - or any run - I should rethink the two glasses of wine and one margarita. While loaded with carbs, they are probably not the right kind.
5. Coffee, while tasty, is probably a poor choice for a post-run beverage. Especially when a 7 mile run beholds me the following day.
6. Greg does not get out of bed like a crotchety old person the morning after a run. Maybe he is right with that whole 4 carbs to 1 protein ratio for a post-run snack. I need to put a more serious focus on muscle recovery.
All of this pontificating over the run sped it up and I before I knew it, I was taking that final lap around the trees of the bark-mulch trail, which was now more like mud/mulch soup.
This week, I will make a large effort to eat better foods more often and to take the post-run snack more seriously. I hope to report success for my (yikes) 8 miler next weekend!
Tuesday I rested.
On Wednesday, I ran 4 miles and felt great. I was really moving, too. I even varied my course and was very pleased with the progress.
Thursday, I decided to go to the gym and run on the treadmill because it was pouring down rain. This, however, didn't really work out for me. I couldn't seem to get a good stride going, so I decided not to push it. I only ran 1.5 miles. I then stretched and did some minor weight lifting.
Friday, I walked on the treadmill and did some weightlifting.
Saturday, I decided to run outside in the sunshine. It felt slow, but OK. I did about three miles - half of which was up and down hills. I kept a slow pace in order to prepare myself for the long run on Sunday.
And here we are at the long run: 7.3 miles on Sunday. Can I just tell you that I love gpedometer? It's amazing. You just go to their website, search for your city and address, and then chart a course from your starting point. No more guessing. No more worrying about timing. It's awesome. Prior to my run on Sunday, I decided to chart a new course to be absolutely sure it was indeed 7 miles. What fun it was.
Greg had to finish up some work at the office, which was taking longer than expected. I was a little worried I wasn't going to be able to fit in my run before we needed to leave for an Easter gathering. I talked him into coming home and working on his memo here since Emelyn was napping anyway. He obliged and I hurried to get ready so as soon as he arrived, I could run out the door.
Well, just prior to his arrival, the rain started coming down. And I do mean DOWN DOWN DOWN. As I stood in my warm, dry, living room, I nervously thought about ditching the run and doing it on Monday (which of course turned out to be a beautiful day), but resolved that Greg probably wouldn't be too happy with me if I asked him to leave work early for my run and I didn't even go.
So into the rain I went. Throughout the run it rained all sorts of different ways, my least favorite being hard AND sideways, but luckily those gusts were few. It felt much slower than normal, but that was probably because it was my least enjoyable run to date.
There were hardly any cars on the road, so pretty much any time I hit the "walk button" at a stop light, the light would IMMEDIATELY obey and turn for me. I was sort of hoping to stand a while and take a break, but nothing doing. Those stoplights were very responsive.
The rain actually became funny. I was so drenched that I didn't even notice too much after a while. The only times the rain really became top of mind were when I needed a sip of water from my "hydration system" around my waste. I decided to put it underneath my rain jacket because it was uncomfortable otherwise and caused my jacket to 'ride up' my back. So there I'd be, reaching underneath the back side of my jacket for my water bottle. Awkward.
This run marks my first ever "Yawn during a run". I was sort of shocked by it. How is it possible to yawn while running? I had a theory: I had been adjusting my "hydration system" around my waste and I wondered if it was too tight and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I loosened said belt and did not yawn again. I remain uncertain as to the cause of the yawn, but it did not persist.
This run seemed to take FOREVER. I looked at my stopwatch at one point and it read 25 minutes. It was a pretty grim moment for me. I knew the run would take AT LEAST 70 minutes and I wasn't even half way through.
Once I was running for 30 minutes, it became easier, but not much. I began focusing on my misery which was all encompassing. I had sore lower legs, sore feet, and I was extremely wet. I also had trouble breaking into a stride. One bright spot was that nothing really stood out as terrible because everything was equally bad.
I distracted myself, however, with the "why" behind my misery. Why this run? Why this day? Why this 7 miles when my 4 mile run earlier in the week was so great, as was my other 7 miler a few weeks ago? I began to take a look at my diet over the past 4 days and began to learn a lesson all over again - You are what you eat.
I learned the following from my intake analysis:
1. It would be a good idea to eat more carbs more often.
2. Girl Scout cookies are probably not a good source of carbs.
3. It's not OK to run 3.5 miles on a check-out bag of cashews at 1pm in the afternoon when having eaten nothing else that day.
4. The night before my next long run - or any run - I should rethink the two glasses of wine and one margarita. While loaded with carbs, they are probably not the right kind.
5. Coffee, while tasty, is probably a poor choice for a post-run beverage. Especially when a 7 mile run beholds me the following day.
6. Greg does not get out of bed like a crotchety old person the morning after a run. Maybe he is right with that whole 4 carbs to 1 protein ratio for a post-run snack. I need to put a more serious focus on muscle recovery.
All of this pontificating over the run sped it up and I before I knew it, I was taking that final lap around the trees of the bark-mulch trail, which was now more like mud/mulch soup.
This week, I will make a large effort to eat better foods more often and to take the post-run snack more seriously. I hope to report success for my (yikes) 8 miler next weekend!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Life's Been Good To Me So Far
By Friday of this past week, I had only run once during the week - 2.5 miles on Tuesday. I did some weight training on Wednesday and meant to run on Thursday, but it just didn't happen. I saw my motivation begin to slip. I suppose one might venture to say that the novelty of this marathon thing was beginning to wear off.
I knew, however, that I must get 4 runs per week in if the Eugene Half-Marathon was to be any more than a pipe dream. In order for me to attain these 4 runs, it meant I had to run Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I thought this was probably a long shot, but I went for it anyway because I remain mostly naive about this running thing yet and isn't there a saying that goes something like "what you don't know won't hurt you?".
So, in the spirit of foolishness and fear of losing grasp of the progress I'd made thus far, I hit the treadmill on Friday during my lunch break. It is worth mentioning that I ran on a new treadmill at the gym. Brand New. Looked like it came directly from the star-ship enterprise or somewhere other-worldly and super high-tech. Like the Mac Campus.
I had to step up off the ground about a foot and a half to even get on the thing. It had little mini fans on each side of the digital stats/time keeper and not one, but TWO huge cup holders underneath said fans. Of course I was in awe of such a machine, but almost jumped off because I didn't know how to turn the thing on. After a quick study, I found the start button and was running. While I felt like I was towering over the other runners (because I was) and was sure that with each step I was risking a head bump on the TV, that 18 inch platform did wonders for shock absorption. I was amazed at how great it felt. It seemed like no time had passed and my 3.5 miles were "behind" (hehe) me.
I quickly stretched, showered, and went about my day. Friday evening I was a little sore, so I made sure to stretch some more and take an ibuprofen.
Saturday, I ran 4 miles in a steady stream of rain. I actually didn't mind the rain at all. It felt nice to have a built-in "mister". The running part wasn't SO bad, but wasn't good either and I knew two things were certain if I was to achieve 6 miles the next day: I needed a steady stream of ibuprofen, and some new music. It also occurred to me that perhaps I should bend the rules a little (Gill Family Mantra: A YEAR before the GEAR) and invest in a new pair of running tights. I have been wearing a pair that is 10 years old and not only are they not pretty (understatement), they hit my calve muscle in the part that gets bulgy as I run. This COULD be why (I justified) I'm getting so much leg pain in such an odd area.
On Sunday morning, I took Emelyn to Skinner's Butte Park, after which we went to REI for some shopping. I found a pair of Nike tights that are supposed to hit just beneath the knee. I have seen fast-looking women running in similar tights and thought I should give them a try. I also asked a friendly sales associate if she could recommend a nice long-sleeved running top. She recommended (I'm not making this up) the REI brand layering UNDERWEAR long sleeve shirt. I figured I had nothing to lose and I could always take it back. I never would have thought to try it, but it does make sense: breathable fabric, close to the skin, and lightweight. Wear it over a sports bra and one should be comfortable in a wide spectrum of weather.
I also decided to look at the hydration systems. Some of you may call them "Water bottles" but let me tell you, this area of running has become super technical. After looking over and trying-on what seemed like 30 of them, I settled on one that lays sideways in the small of my back and seemed sturdy enough to stay there. Another bonus is that it's pretty lightweight (well, until you add water) which should also help to keep it in its place.
A nice little surprise: At the checkout, my total cost was $5.88. We had an REI dividend credit that was unused! Not too bad, eh?
When I came home, Emelyn and I ate lunch, read books, and she went down for a nap at just about the time Greg got home. I eagerly donned my new running attire, complete with newly downloaded music from Saturday night, and was off.
I immediately noticed that the new tights moved much better with my body than the old ones. I was glad for this because I wasn't sure what to think. They are not as tight as the old ones, so I was worried they'd be uncomfortable. My legs felt great (even throughout the whole run) and the music was awesome. Bruce Springsteen, The Eagles, Creedence Clearwater, more Tim McGraw, some Alan Jackson. They kept me going.
It took about two miles for me to get into my running groove again, but once I did, I really began to cruise. I do think the new tights helped. And the shirt felt great, too. Who knew that underwear makes great outerwear?
The only hitch was the water bottle around my waste. It was actually more comfortable than I thought it would be, and it wasn't too bouncy. I do need to become more accustomed to running with it. I did like having it around to take the recommended 6 oz sip every 15 minutes. The only thing I didn't like was WHERE it sat on my waste. I suppose I will get used to it. The weirdest part was being able to hear the water slush around between songs on my iPod. Oh well - I suppose people will hear me coming!
All throughout the run, I felt good. Better than expected. I wasn't sure how it would go and running three days in a row (13.5 miles total in three days) isn't something I've ever done. When the Eagle's tune "Life's Been Good" began to play, I thought about it and Life HAS been good to me. I've led a pretty charmed existence and (could it be?) running has enhanced it. I can't believe I'm saying that. But you know what? I think I'm more even keel and in general - I've just been sunnier. Happier, if you will. I don't know. Sure there are aches and pains - something is always hurting - but overall I feel good. I like the changes I've seen physically, as well as mentally. And let's not forget this free license to eat cake and other carb-loaded foods with reckless abandon!
I knew, however, that I must get 4 runs per week in if the Eugene Half-Marathon was to be any more than a pipe dream. In order for me to attain these 4 runs, it meant I had to run Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I thought this was probably a long shot, but I went for it anyway because I remain mostly naive about this running thing yet and isn't there a saying that goes something like "what you don't know won't hurt you?".
So, in the spirit of foolishness and fear of losing grasp of the progress I'd made thus far, I hit the treadmill on Friday during my lunch break. It is worth mentioning that I ran on a new treadmill at the gym. Brand New. Looked like it came directly from the star-ship enterprise or somewhere other-worldly and super high-tech. Like the Mac Campus.
I had to step up off the ground about a foot and a half to even get on the thing. It had little mini fans on each side of the digital stats/time keeper and not one, but TWO huge cup holders underneath said fans. Of course I was in awe of such a machine, but almost jumped off because I didn't know how to turn the thing on. After a quick study, I found the start button and was running. While I felt like I was towering over the other runners (because I was) and was sure that with each step I was risking a head bump on the TV, that 18 inch platform did wonders for shock absorption. I was amazed at how great it felt. It seemed like no time had passed and my 3.5 miles were "behind" (hehe) me.
I quickly stretched, showered, and went about my day. Friday evening I was a little sore, so I made sure to stretch some more and take an ibuprofen.
Saturday, I ran 4 miles in a steady stream of rain. I actually didn't mind the rain at all. It felt nice to have a built-in "mister". The running part wasn't SO bad, but wasn't good either and I knew two things were certain if I was to achieve 6 miles the next day: I needed a steady stream of ibuprofen, and some new music. It also occurred to me that perhaps I should bend the rules a little (Gill Family Mantra: A YEAR before the GEAR) and invest in a new pair of running tights. I have been wearing a pair that is 10 years old and not only are they not pretty (understatement), they hit my calve muscle in the part that gets bulgy as I run. This COULD be why (I justified) I'm getting so much leg pain in such an odd area.
On Sunday morning, I took Emelyn to Skinner's Butte Park, after which we went to REI for some shopping. I found a pair of Nike tights that are supposed to hit just beneath the knee. I have seen fast-looking women running in similar tights and thought I should give them a try. I also asked a friendly sales associate if she could recommend a nice long-sleeved running top. She recommended (I'm not making this up) the REI brand layering UNDERWEAR long sleeve shirt. I figured I had nothing to lose and I could always take it back. I never would have thought to try it, but it does make sense: breathable fabric, close to the skin, and lightweight. Wear it over a sports bra and one should be comfortable in a wide spectrum of weather.
I also decided to look at the hydration systems. Some of you may call them "Water bottles" but let me tell you, this area of running has become super technical. After looking over and trying-on what seemed like 30 of them, I settled on one that lays sideways in the small of my back and seemed sturdy enough to stay there. Another bonus is that it's pretty lightweight (well, until you add water) which should also help to keep it in its place.
A nice little surprise: At the checkout, my total cost was $5.88. We had an REI dividend credit that was unused! Not too bad, eh?
When I came home, Emelyn and I ate lunch, read books, and she went down for a nap at just about the time Greg got home. I eagerly donned my new running attire, complete with newly downloaded music from Saturday night, and was off.
I immediately noticed that the new tights moved much better with my body than the old ones. I was glad for this because I wasn't sure what to think. They are not as tight as the old ones, so I was worried they'd be uncomfortable. My legs felt great (even throughout the whole run) and the music was awesome. Bruce Springsteen, The Eagles, Creedence Clearwater, more Tim McGraw, some Alan Jackson. They kept me going.
It took about two miles for me to get into my running groove again, but once I did, I really began to cruise. I do think the new tights helped. And the shirt felt great, too. Who knew that underwear makes great outerwear?
The only hitch was the water bottle around my waste. It was actually more comfortable than I thought it would be, and it wasn't too bouncy. I do need to become more accustomed to running with it. I did like having it around to take the recommended 6 oz sip every 15 minutes. The only thing I didn't like was WHERE it sat on my waste. I suppose I will get used to it. The weirdest part was being able to hear the water slush around between songs on my iPod. Oh well - I suppose people will hear me coming!
All throughout the run, I felt good. Better than expected. I wasn't sure how it would go and running three days in a row (13.5 miles total in three days) isn't something I've ever done. When the Eagle's tune "Life's Been Good" began to play, I thought about it and Life HAS been good to me. I've led a pretty charmed existence and (could it be?) running has enhanced it. I can't believe I'm saying that. But you know what? I think I'm more even keel and in general - I've just been sunnier. Happier, if you will. I don't know. Sure there are aches and pains - something is always hurting - but overall I feel good. I like the changes I've seen physically, as well as mentally. And let's not forget this free license to eat cake and other carb-loaded foods with reckless abandon!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Up Hill Girl. She was living in a flat road world.
So I'm a little late getting to the blog from the weekend run, so I apologize for that.
I ran on Friday after work with Tia. She and I were able to leave work one hour early at 4pm, so we decided to take advantage of this extra hour and squeeze in a run before our Friday evening plans. Tia was merely loosening up before her 15 mile on Saturday, and I was knocking out 2.5 miles, as per my schedule. All went well. We made it back to my house just before it began to pour down rain. Gotta love that.
I did not run on Saturday - only cross training in the form of weight lifting, along with a lot of THINKING about running (sort of counts, no?).
As I mentioned previously, I decided to scale back my running to mesh with a half-marathon schedule that I had in fact been following incorrectly. I found myself (gasp!) ahead of schedule and decided a good old fashioned reward was appropriate. I rewarded myself with two weeks of shorter weekend runs. This meant I was to run 5 miles on Sunday, instead of 8 (which would have built upon the 7 from last weekend).
Now, I did not have confidence in my running and was more than happy to "fall on my sword" when it came to running matters. In fact, I have approached this sport with zero expectations of myself and I'm surprised that I'm still at it. I have maintained a humble approach throughout the last 2 and a half months because - I'll be honest - I really didn't think I would have the skill to stick with it.
That being said, I have been surprised by my small abilities here and there, and have felt somewhat accomplished at the end of a run or the end of a training week. While there have been numerous pitfalls, I have kept myself focused for the most part and have been relatively pleased with the progress. I have never approached a run imagining that it would be easy.
Until Sunday. Grave Error. Only 5 miles I thought to myself. Piece of Cake. I have ran more than 5 miles 3 separate times in the past month. This will be no problem.
"Wrong" isn't even strong enough a term to begin to describe how totally and completely off-mark and un-prophetic my image of myself running those LONG five miles would be.
I started out fine - it's a downhill run to the trail. Even as I hopped onto the trail, I felt OK. It wasn't until I had been running for about 8 or 9 minutes that I realized I wasn't moving very well and I felt sluggish. Normally by this time I would have found my stride and would have at least gotten into a groove. Not on Sunday. Luckily, about the time I realize this, I spot a family whose child goes to the same day care as Emelyn. This allowed me to at the very minimum wave as I ran past them and be sure to keep going until I was out of their plane of vision. Sure - it's childish - but they know where I live and that I couldn't have been running for too long... Hey - it got me through the remainder of my first mile.
Gasping for breath, I stopped to stretch briefly and began running again. I decided to shave off two blocks of my six mile loop in the hopes of cutting out a full mile. I ran down University St instead of going all the way to Agate so I could still gauge my distance from home, but make an educated guess as to my overall distance.
University is a new street for me to run on. I have only driven on it, but not for a couple of years probably. I can't remember the last time, in fact. I had forgotten how enormous and beautiful the homes were on that street. How they were built probably anywhere from 1950-1930. I had also forgotten how they were built on a freaking serpentine sort of hill that mocked me as I ran up and down and up and down.
While this did not help me get into my running groove, I was able to cling to a positive outlook: At least I was gradually introducing hills and so what if it didn't go so well the first time.
By the time I staggered up and down University Street, I REALLY needed to stop and stretch. I had already been passed by two running groups who were no doubt training for something in their fast looking UO garb, as well as what appeared to me to be an old geezer. I'm not certain as to how old because all of the up and down had affected my vision - or at least I was certain it had - and I couldn't really look ahead and focus on any one thing or person.
Stop and Stretch, I did. On the steps of a building that looked like a very narrow, tall, church. I haven't a clue what kind of building it is, but the steps to the front door were the exact height and width I prefer for calve stretching. Small victory.
I was off and gasping - I mean running - in no time. I eventually arrived to 13th, where I'd turn and begin heading toward home. I struggled with pushing myself to run further. One part of me wanted to keep going, head downtown, and just see what happens. The other, smarter side luckily prevailed and I began to point the tug-boat in the right direction.
Interesting little side note. I was so miserable during this run that during that short silent space between songs on my iPod, I kept hearing the sound of two dogs barking in the distance. It took a while for me to realize that the sound was in fact my breathing. I wondered what I actually must sound like to people walking by. I'm surprised someone hadn't called an ambulance for me.
Back to the story: Well, I'm not exactly sure what happened, but once I arrive back at 19th, where I'd normally jump back onto the bike path that cuts all the way up to 24th, I somehow missed it and found myself running on Amazon Parkway. Now - those of you who are locals can appreciate that there are no sidewalks on either side of it. There are only bike lanes - and I was thankful for at least bike lanes. I have no idea how I ran past the bike lane and mistook a major roadway for it. I can only plead absolute and udder exhaustion.
After a while, I noticed that some idiot (like me) must have done this before because there was the slightest evidence of a path in the tall grass. It seemed like a good idea at the time to take said path. That is, until I start to worry about the possibility of snakes in that tall grass. I am certain there must have been some in there somewhere and I was thankful for them - I finally found my groove. There is truly nothing more motivating than fear to get me running.
I decided it would be safest for me to get off of the roadway as soon as possible, so at my first opportunity, I ran through a parking lot towards Willamette street. On the other side of Willamette Street was College Hill - my neighborhood.
Just as I made this move, Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl" begins and - after 50 minutes of running and feeling like crap - A voice somewhere in my head tells me that I should run the hills of College Hill before I go home. I will be darned if Bill Joel is not my own personal runner's version of crack. I must have been out of my mind, but I did it. I ran up one hill, down another, up one, down one, and so on. These hills were not serpentine. Oh no. They were steep, serious, don't take any crap from anyone hills. Greg made me ride my bike up them once and I went so slowly I actually tipped over. You get the point: NO mercy from these hills.
I did it, though. Not sure why. I suppose because I was checking out the Marine Corps Marathon's website and reading the course description last week and it mentioned that there are hills at the beginning of the marathon. I guess the sooner the better to get used to it.
As I ran up and down them, I wondered how I looked doing it. Sort of a dubious thought - I know - but I felt like I was really squatting down a lot with my legs - a la Inspector Gadget when he would go uphill. I don't know. It's bizarre where one's mind goes while running.
I believe I completed a little over 5 miles, but it could have been more.
I rested on Monday and Today did 2.5 miles on the treadmill, followed by a lot of stretching and an ab workout. The run today was OK, but I do despise running indoors now. The treadmill, the mirrors, the TV's - they don't have anything on Amazon Parkway and the possibility of a snake bite!
I ran on Friday after work with Tia. She and I were able to leave work one hour early at 4pm, so we decided to take advantage of this extra hour and squeeze in a run before our Friday evening plans. Tia was merely loosening up before her 15 mile on Saturday, and I was knocking out 2.5 miles, as per my schedule. All went well. We made it back to my house just before it began to pour down rain. Gotta love that.
I did not run on Saturday - only cross training in the form of weight lifting, along with a lot of THINKING about running (sort of counts, no?).
As I mentioned previously, I decided to scale back my running to mesh with a half-marathon schedule that I had in fact been following incorrectly. I found myself (gasp!) ahead of schedule and decided a good old fashioned reward was appropriate. I rewarded myself with two weeks of shorter weekend runs. This meant I was to run 5 miles on Sunday, instead of 8 (which would have built upon the 7 from last weekend).
Now, I did not have confidence in my running and was more than happy to "fall on my sword" when it came to running matters. In fact, I have approached this sport with zero expectations of myself and I'm surprised that I'm still at it. I have maintained a humble approach throughout the last 2 and a half months because - I'll be honest - I really didn't think I would have the skill to stick with it.
That being said, I have been surprised by my small abilities here and there, and have felt somewhat accomplished at the end of a run or the end of a training week. While there have been numerous pitfalls, I have kept myself focused for the most part and have been relatively pleased with the progress. I have never approached a run imagining that it would be easy.
Until Sunday. Grave Error. Only 5 miles I thought to myself. Piece of Cake. I have ran more than 5 miles 3 separate times in the past month. This will be no problem.
"Wrong" isn't even strong enough a term to begin to describe how totally and completely off-mark and un-prophetic my image of myself running those LONG five miles would be.
I started out fine - it's a downhill run to the trail. Even as I hopped onto the trail, I felt OK. It wasn't until I had been running for about 8 or 9 minutes that I realized I wasn't moving very well and I felt sluggish. Normally by this time I would have found my stride and would have at least gotten into a groove. Not on Sunday. Luckily, about the time I realize this, I spot a family whose child goes to the same day care as Emelyn. This allowed me to at the very minimum wave as I ran past them and be sure to keep going until I was out of their plane of vision. Sure - it's childish - but they know where I live and that I couldn't have been running for too long... Hey - it got me through the remainder of my first mile.
Gasping for breath, I stopped to stretch briefly and began running again. I decided to shave off two blocks of my six mile loop in the hopes of cutting out a full mile. I ran down University St instead of going all the way to Agate so I could still gauge my distance from home, but make an educated guess as to my overall distance.
University is a new street for me to run on. I have only driven on it, but not for a couple of years probably. I can't remember the last time, in fact. I had forgotten how enormous and beautiful the homes were on that street. How they were built probably anywhere from 1950-1930. I had also forgotten how they were built on a freaking serpentine sort of hill that mocked me as I ran up and down and up and down.
While this did not help me get into my running groove, I was able to cling to a positive outlook: At least I was gradually introducing hills and so what if it didn't go so well the first time.
By the time I staggered up and down University Street, I REALLY needed to stop and stretch. I had already been passed by two running groups who were no doubt training for something in their fast looking UO garb, as well as what appeared to me to be an old geezer. I'm not certain as to how old because all of the up and down had affected my vision - or at least I was certain it had - and I couldn't really look ahead and focus on any one thing or person.
Stop and Stretch, I did. On the steps of a building that looked like a very narrow, tall, church. I haven't a clue what kind of building it is, but the steps to the front door were the exact height and width I prefer for calve stretching. Small victory.
I was off and gasping - I mean running - in no time. I eventually arrived to 13th, where I'd turn and begin heading toward home. I struggled with pushing myself to run further. One part of me wanted to keep going, head downtown, and just see what happens. The other, smarter side luckily prevailed and I began to point the tug-boat in the right direction.
Interesting little side note. I was so miserable during this run that during that short silent space between songs on my iPod, I kept hearing the sound of two dogs barking in the distance. It took a while for me to realize that the sound was in fact my breathing. I wondered what I actually must sound like to people walking by. I'm surprised someone hadn't called an ambulance for me.
Back to the story: Well, I'm not exactly sure what happened, but once I arrive back at 19th, where I'd normally jump back onto the bike path that cuts all the way up to 24th, I somehow missed it and found myself running on Amazon Parkway. Now - those of you who are locals can appreciate that there are no sidewalks on either side of it. There are only bike lanes - and I was thankful for at least bike lanes. I have no idea how I ran past the bike lane and mistook a major roadway for it. I can only plead absolute and udder exhaustion.
After a while, I noticed that some idiot (like me) must have done this before because there was the slightest evidence of a path in the tall grass. It seemed like a good idea at the time to take said path. That is, until I start to worry about the possibility of snakes in that tall grass. I am certain there must have been some in there somewhere and I was thankful for them - I finally found my groove. There is truly nothing more motivating than fear to get me running.
I decided it would be safest for me to get off of the roadway as soon as possible, so at my first opportunity, I ran through a parking lot towards Willamette street. On the other side of Willamette Street was College Hill - my neighborhood.
Just as I made this move, Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl" begins and - after 50 minutes of running and feeling like crap - A voice somewhere in my head tells me that I should run the hills of College Hill before I go home. I will be darned if Bill Joel is not my own personal runner's version of crack. I must have been out of my mind, but I did it. I ran up one hill, down another, up one, down one, and so on. These hills were not serpentine. Oh no. They were steep, serious, don't take any crap from anyone hills. Greg made me ride my bike up them once and I went so slowly I actually tipped over. You get the point: NO mercy from these hills.
I did it, though. Not sure why. I suppose because I was checking out the Marine Corps Marathon's website and reading the course description last week and it mentioned that there are hills at the beginning of the marathon. I guess the sooner the better to get used to it.
As I ran up and down them, I wondered how I looked doing it. Sort of a dubious thought - I know - but I felt like I was really squatting down a lot with my legs - a la Inspector Gadget when he would go uphill. I don't know. It's bizarre where one's mind goes while running.
I believe I completed a little over 5 miles, but it could have been more.
I rested on Monday and Today did 2.5 miles on the treadmill, followed by a lot of stretching and an ab workout. The run today was OK, but I do despise running indoors now. The treadmill, the mirrors, the TV's - they don't have anything on Amazon Parkway and the possibility of a snake bite!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Running Back
Today I discovered good news! I had been considering the weeks until the half-marathon in relation to my running schedule and it occurred to me that I may in fact be ahead of schedule. If my long run is already at 7 miles, and I have 8 weeks to go, I could possibly be (could it be true??) AHEAD of schedule?
A quick check confirmed my suspicion - I should have run 5 miles on Sunday, not 7. For some people, this would cause a dilemma - should I back up, or should I continue adding a mile each weekend? For me, it was pretty clear: I will (enthusiastically) back up two weeks and relish the experience. Sure, it may seem like I'm losing out (in the long run) but I need to be extra cautious about over training. Let's not lose sight of the fact that I am no runner. I would be shocked if I ran 1 mile in 2007, and in 2008, I have run upwards of 125 or more in only 9 weeks. Therefore, I really need take liberties where they may fall in an effort to avoid the dreaded stress fracture of torn ligament, or whatever other injuries runners may acquire.
I have had a light week. Monday I did only stretching. Tuesday, 20 minutes of cross-training on the elliptical machine along with a short weight routine of chest, triceps and abs. Today, I ran three miles. Tomorrow, I will take off again and Friday probably do 2 miles in conjunction with weight lifting (back, biceps, and shoulders).
All in all, I am pleased with my progress and I am pleased with my commitment to the training. Up to this point, as per my track record (no pun intended), I would have given up by now. So what's keeping me going? Is it the blog? Is it the camaraderie with 4 friends joining in the "fun" of training with me? Is my desire to do this for Emelyn the underlying force? I would have to say it's a combination of all of those things. I also believe that I truly am stronger now than I was 5-10 years ago. I mean mentally/emotionally, as well as physically. In addition, I have more of a sense of who I am and what I want to accomplish in all walks of life. I am doing this marathon for me as well as for all of the reasons mentioned above.
During my run today, I ran past South Eugene High School, which falls into my route on nearly every run. Today's presence, though, was truly special because a lot of the students were outdoors on their lunch breaks. I began to wonder how many of them have integrated fitness into their routines. I suspect very few of them (at least the smattering of students I witnessed Today) and I felt a strong compulsion towards approaching each of them (at the risk of sounding like a grandpa - "if I knew then what I know now") to stress the value of healthy living and lifestyle from an early age. Of course I suppressed this urge, but you get the idea.
This running quest has been very humbling for me. I don't typically do things that don't come easily to me. I have had to push myself to even go on a run, and then push myself to keep running during my run. Had I adopted this value earlier in life, I'm certain I would have better core strength at this point in my life, as well as back then. At any rate - I'm here now, going strong and actually gearing up for a marathon. Who'd have thought? Certainly not my peers in high school in 1994!
A quick check confirmed my suspicion - I should have run 5 miles on Sunday, not 7. For some people, this would cause a dilemma - should I back up, or should I continue adding a mile each weekend? For me, it was pretty clear: I will (enthusiastically) back up two weeks and relish the experience. Sure, it may seem like I'm losing out (in the long run) but I need to be extra cautious about over training. Let's not lose sight of the fact that I am no runner. I would be shocked if I ran 1 mile in 2007, and in 2008, I have run upwards of 125 or more in only 9 weeks. Therefore, I really need take liberties where they may fall in an effort to avoid the dreaded stress fracture of torn ligament, or whatever other injuries runners may acquire.
I have had a light week. Monday I did only stretching. Tuesday, 20 minutes of cross-training on the elliptical machine along with a short weight routine of chest, triceps and abs. Today, I ran three miles. Tomorrow, I will take off again and Friday probably do 2 miles in conjunction with weight lifting (back, biceps, and shoulders).
All in all, I am pleased with my progress and I am pleased with my commitment to the training. Up to this point, as per my track record (no pun intended), I would have given up by now. So what's keeping me going? Is it the blog? Is it the camaraderie with 4 friends joining in the "fun" of training with me? Is my desire to do this for Emelyn the underlying force? I would have to say it's a combination of all of those things. I also believe that I truly am stronger now than I was 5-10 years ago. I mean mentally/emotionally, as well as physically. In addition, I have more of a sense of who I am and what I want to accomplish in all walks of life. I am doing this marathon for me as well as for all of the reasons mentioned above.
During my run today, I ran past South Eugene High School, which falls into my route on nearly every run. Today's presence, though, was truly special because a lot of the students were outdoors on their lunch breaks. I began to wonder how many of them have integrated fitness into their routines. I suspect very few of them (at least the smattering of students I witnessed Today) and I felt a strong compulsion towards approaching each of them (at the risk of sounding like a grandpa - "if I knew then what I know now") to stress the value of healthy living and lifestyle from an early age. Of course I suppressed this urge, but you get the idea.
This running quest has been very humbling for me. I don't typically do things that don't come easily to me. I have had to push myself to even go on a run, and then push myself to keep running during my run. Had I adopted this value earlier in life, I'm certain I would have better core strength at this point in my life, as well as back then. At any rate - I'm here now, going strong and actually gearing up for a marathon. Who'd have thought? Certainly not my peers in high school in 1994!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Lucky Number Seven
Well, I did it. Against all odds, even. Today, I ran 7 miles. My official longest run. I was fairly certain I'd never run 6 miles before, but I was not positive. I do know that - without a doubt - 7 miles has never ever once occurred.
So - let me back up for a moment. Thursday was my last run. It was 2.5 miles and ridiculously horrendous. I began at the gym, where I decided to change quickly and just run from there (outside) because I was again a little short on time and I just thought it would be easier. Logistically, it was easier. As far as the run itself goes, well, let's just say I was in so much pain for the entire run, I began to seriously consider taking a week or two off. Everything from my hips down ached, throbbed, and felt like it was going to burst. I am not exaggerating. It even hurt to walk, which believe you me, I tried to do on several occasions. I'm not exactly sure what was the matter, but I do know that my body was sending one of those loud and clear messages: SLOW DOWN.
SO, a few ibuprofen later, I decided that slowing down would be a good idea. I'd take off Friday - even for weight training - as well as Saturday. I decided when Sunday rolled around, I'd attempt a short run, but wouldn't push myself.
You now have all of the background info that made Today's run a complete shocker. I left the house around 6pm - as it was just about to get dark. I decided to run slowly at first to see how I felt, and make a decision as to the length of my run as soon as I could gauge the response from my legs.
I also mixed things up a little: Instead of heading North on the running trail, I went South in order to do the portion of my course that goes through a park first - before it got darker. Now, mind you I wasn't certain I'd be running that long, but just in case I was, I didn't want to be running through that park while dark outside. With my luck, I'd witness a drug deal just as it was getting busted and have to show up in court or something - and who has time for that? Certainly not me. So, running through the park before dark made perfect sense to me.
As I rounded the corners and exited the park, I found myself already at 24th and Hilyard Streets. This was probably about a mile and a half into my run and so far - so good. I decided to take a gamble - I headed East on 24th towards Agate St. I reasoned that if I began to experience a large amount of pain, I'd turn back around and go straight back to my house.
As I ran down 24th, I began to feel great. I also became very aware that I had no idea how long I'd been running. I felt so good, stopping for a stretch/walk break hadn't occurred to me. I tried not to look at my watch, but I couldn't stop obsessing over it since I'd realized I hadn't looked yet. Funny how the mind tends to do that to a person.
As I neared Agate, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked, and I'd been running about 20 minutes. Not too bad. A couple of miles down, only 4 or 5 more to go, if I chose the path I was on, and only 2 back home. I still felt great, so what the heck - I went for it.
Now - what transpired over the next mile is crucial, and quite unlike me. As I closed in on the campus, I began to feel GREAT. Like I could run forever. Like I was really transforming my perspective on this running thing. Like I may, after this is all over, become a runner.
Feeling like a million bucks, I passed Hayward Field, the UO Law School, the UO dorms, and arrived at 13th and Agate Streets. Here I turned and headed into campus. As I entered the well-lit (dark by now), tree-lined streets, something magical happened: "Round Here" by The Counting Crows began piping in my ears. Now - keep in mind that when things go well on a run, I get a little sentimental. During my freshman year of college at Ohio University, nearly everyone who lived in my hallway (heck - probably everyone on campus) had that Counting Crows CD. At any time of the day, someone was playing it. Anyway - when it comes on, I instantly go back to 18 years old and Ohio University.
As I ran through campus, I began to count the ways in which my life has changed and how I have changed as a person in the past 14 years. It's amazing, really. This trip down memory lane had quickly brought me to the edge of campus and I was faced with a huge decision: Should I keep going and make this a 6 mile run? Should I do another campus loop to add a mile and make it 7? Should I keep in the spirit of my freshman year of college and find a couple of friends to grab a pizza and a beer?
As you may have guessed, I chose to run another loop and add a mile to my journey. I was stoked. I love to see the progress unfold right before my legs. I realized that I am 100% in control of making the decisions that will invariably decide if I follow through and run this marathon or not. I am glad to know my first real test - even with temptations - was passed with flying colors.
At this point, I had been running about 40 minutes. Once I left campus and headed down 13th towards Patterson, a sea of college students were around me - finishing dinner and grabbing a coffee to no doubt give them a few more hours of awake time - much needed to finish the assignments they didn't do over the weekend.
As I turned onto Patterson, I noticed that I was really moving - quicker than I had been for the entire run. I gained a lot of ground in a short amount of time and before I knew it, I'd made my way back to 24th and was heading towards Willamette. Because of the darkness, I didn't take the bark trail. It's well lit but it is along a wooded area and I was a not about to test my ability to out run a crazy person.
I realized as I ran up the hill towards my house that I had only taken one walking break - after I'd been running for 51 minutes. This was more in order to decide which route to take home than anything. A couple of days of resting really helped my legs recover and helped my cardio endurance, too. Or at least it would seem so. I did experience a small aggravation behind my left knee. It occurred just as I began to run after that walking break. Nothing serious, but noticeable. I was able to adjust my running stride and work it out.
The learning experience from Today's run in itself is both a confidence boost, as well as humbling. I am (what??) actually looking forward to those longer distance runs as I work up to the half marathon.
So - let me back up for a moment. Thursday was my last run. It was 2.5 miles and ridiculously horrendous. I began at the gym, where I decided to change quickly and just run from there (outside) because I was again a little short on time and I just thought it would be easier. Logistically, it was easier. As far as the run itself goes, well, let's just say I was in so much pain for the entire run, I began to seriously consider taking a week or two off. Everything from my hips down ached, throbbed, and felt like it was going to burst. I am not exaggerating. It even hurt to walk, which believe you me, I tried to do on several occasions. I'm not exactly sure what was the matter, but I do know that my body was sending one of those loud and clear messages: SLOW DOWN.
SO, a few ibuprofen later, I decided that slowing down would be a good idea. I'd take off Friday - even for weight training - as well as Saturday. I decided when Sunday rolled around, I'd attempt a short run, but wouldn't push myself.
You now have all of the background info that made Today's run a complete shocker. I left the house around 6pm - as it was just about to get dark. I decided to run slowly at first to see how I felt, and make a decision as to the length of my run as soon as I could gauge the response from my legs.
I also mixed things up a little: Instead of heading North on the running trail, I went South in order to do the portion of my course that goes through a park first - before it got darker. Now, mind you I wasn't certain I'd be running that long, but just in case I was, I didn't want to be running through that park while dark outside. With my luck, I'd witness a drug deal just as it was getting busted and have to show up in court or something - and who has time for that? Certainly not me. So, running through the park before dark made perfect sense to me.
As I rounded the corners and exited the park, I found myself already at 24th and Hilyard Streets. This was probably about a mile and a half into my run and so far - so good. I decided to take a gamble - I headed East on 24th towards Agate St. I reasoned that if I began to experience a large amount of pain, I'd turn back around and go straight back to my house.
As I ran down 24th, I began to feel great. I also became very aware that I had no idea how long I'd been running. I felt so good, stopping for a stretch/walk break hadn't occurred to me. I tried not to look at my watch, but I couldn't stop obsessing over it since I'd realized I hadn't looked yet. Funny how the mind tends to do that to a person.
As I neared Agate, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked, and I'd been running about 20 minutes. Not too bad. A couple of miles down, only 4 or 5 more to go, if I chose the path I was on, and only 2 back home. I still felt great, so what the heck - I went for it.
Now - what transpired over the next mile is crucial, and quite unlike me. As I closed in on the campus, I began to feel GREAT. Like I could run forever. Like I was really transforming my perspective on this running thing. Like I may, after this is all over, become a runner.
Feeling like a million bucks, I passed Hayward Field, the UO Law School, the UO dorms, and arrived at 13th and Agate Streets. Here I turned and headed into campus. As I entered the well-lit (dark by now), tree-lined streets, something magical happened: "Round Here" by The Counting Crows began piping in my ears. Now - keep in mind that when things go well on a run, I get a little sentimental. During my freshman year of college at Ohio University, nearly everyone who lived in my hallway (heck - probably everyone on campus) had that Counting Crows CD. At any time of the day, someone was playing it. Anyway - when it comes on, I instantly go back to 18 years old and Ohio University.
As I ran through campus, I began to count the ways in which my life has changed and how I have changed as a person in the past 14 years. It's amazing, really. This trip down memory lane had quickly brought me to the edge of campus and I was faced with a huge decision: Should I keep going and make this a 6 mile run? Should I do another campus loop to add a mile and make it 7? Should I keep in the spirit of my freshman year of college and find a couple of friends to grab a pizza and a beer?
As you may have guessed, I chose to run another loop and add a mile to my journey. I was stoked. I love to see the progress unfold right before my legs. I realized that I am 100% in control of making the decisions that will invariably decide if I follow through and run this marathon or not. I am glad to know my first real test - even with temptations - was passed with flying colors.
At this point, I had been running about 40 minutes. Once I left campus and headed down 13th towards Patterson, a sea of college students were around me - finishing dinner and grabbing a coffee to no doubt give them a few more hours of awake time - much needed to finish the assignments they didn't do over the weekend.
As I turned onto Patterson, I noticed that I was really moving - quicker than I had been for the entire run. I gained a lot of ground in a short amount of time and before I knew it, I'd made my way back to 24th and was heading towards Willamette. Because of the darkness, I didn't take the bark trail. It's well lit but it is along a wooded area and I was a not about to test my ability to out run a crazy person.
I realized as I ran up the hill towards my house that I had only taken one walking break - after I'd been running for 51 minutes. This was more in order to decide which route to take home than anything. A couple of days of resting really helped my legs recover and helped my cardio endurance, too. Or at least it would seem so. I did experience a small aggravation behind my left knee. It occurred just as I began to run after that walking break. Nothing serious, but noticeable. I was able to adjust my running stride and work it out.
The learning experience from Today's run in itself is both a confidence boost, as well as humbling. I am (what??) actually looking forward to those longer distance runs as I work up to the half marathon.
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