Showing posts with label ten miler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ten miler. Show all posts

Thursday, November 18, 2010

I'm Ready, Let's Go

This just in: I reinstated Ten Mile Tuesday.

Why? Because I wanna.


Tuesday, I had the day off from work and so I leisurely work up, drank coffee, had breakfast and took Goliath out on the trail. As of late, running means scheduling in mileage and making sure I have enough time to get the miles in-which means pressure and stress to get the miles done. Sometimes pressure is good, but stress isn't. I don't like have exactly an hour to get a solid six miles in, it stresses me out. If something goes wrong, a cramp or a spill I'm screwed and may run the risk of being late for work. Not on Tuesday, we hit the trail with no goal.


I love these tights, new favorite.

I immediately could tell I felt amazing. Nothing hurt. It was phenomenal. A mile in, I decided we were going to push a full ten-and we did. It was absolutely ideal. Goliath really was loving it. It got to this point where I hadn't look at my Garmin for a while and when I finally did I was 4.67 miles in. Saaaayyyywhooo? I haven't had a run like this in a long, long, long time. Getting that mileage down made me feel super accomplished.


This is a little spot on the trail, that the photograph doesn't do any justice. The picture looks warped but it's a steep slope followed by a steep hill. It's totally brutal in the winter, but on Tuesday Goliath and I went half way down, took a left and explored around it.


I want to live in these homes, how lucky they are to live right on the trail.

There really are no words to adequately describe how perfect this run was, so I'll just leave it at that. We finished ten miles, and collapsed on the couch. I'm so excited about the weather right now too, fall is beautiful. During the fall, everyone is a runner.




So there that is: Ten Mile Tuesday

In other news, Goliath's Gang is looking pretty awesome! I got a lot of families added the other night, and I'm still working on it, so take a look-and make sure you email us your story.

Total Mileage: 10:03
Time: 1:30:14

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Longer than the whippoorwill

Yesterday I cross trained. Today, we trained. You don't just decide to run ten miles, you have to commit to running ten miles days in advance. That is unless you're insane, and have a dog named Goliath. We are three weeks out from the Rock the Parkway Half Marathon, and training is essentially finished. There's no strict schedule anymore, so really other than wanting to see double digits on my Nike+ and hear Lance Armstrong congratulate me there was no reason to run ten miles. But we did it anyway.



I do not own any fancy running gear to carry water or gels, so ten milers take planning. To hydrate I usually carry a ziplock bag with water in it, but it gets really annoying bouncing in my back pocket. It feels like two pounds of jiggly fat, and isn't what I'm trying to get rid of? Why simulate bouncing fat? So today, I tried to figure out a way to get Goliath to carry it for me. Maybe belting it to him or securing it to the leash, but he would not have it. He doesn't have to carry water for himself, so why should he have to do for me? I have been toying with the idea of making him a cape that has the race name on it that I'm training for, so I can have it as a reminder when the walls come along during training. I could just look down and see "Olathe Half Marathon" flying beneath his speed winds, and go That's WHY!



We saw many faces, some familiar and some new, on the trail today. Nice weather makes everyone come outside, but it means Goliath has to been more time on leash. He wouldn't bother people, but you never know who is going to stop me one day and say: "You know you really should have your dog on a leash!" Spare me the leash law lecture because Goliath spent over ninety minutes on leash. Him being on the leash means I get an awesome run, I am faster and I never stop. If you were wondering what ten miles of sweat looks like, here ya go!



We paced and averaged an 8:51 min/mile. With a half mile left, I was thirsty and ready to walk. We slowed down a little but pushed the uphill half mile, my power song came on and just when you're almost finished, you hit a red light crosswalk. The second I stopped moving, my knees started locking up. The Nike voice lady said "Congrats..." the second I arrived at my door. When she started running down my stats: one hour twenty eight minutes thirty-three seconds, average pace eight fifty-one a mile, calories burned one thousand ninety-eight. I almost collapsed, over a thousand calories charred. Get outta here weekend woes! Tomorrow's boot camp better not be terrible hard, because my knees had matching hats this afternoon. Peas and carrots, peas and carrots.


Today's Challenge Question: Why running? What made you decide to run?
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Today's Mileage: 10.0
Time: 1:28:33