Showing posts with label twelve miles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twelve miles. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

A Cryin' Shame

Am I nuts? You guys can tell me...be honest, I'm nuts right? Only clinically crazy people think they can go out and run 16 miles without having ran anymore more than six in the last three weeks...right? I'm pretty sure attempting that makes me eligible for commitment, because I sure did attempt that. AND I sure did not accomplish that.



I'm well aware that I've been sleep deprived, not properly fueling, just got new shoes-oh and haven't really been training....but what the heck? I had the day off, so I figured I had all day to get in sixteen miles and I told myself that I'd get every inch in even if it took six hours. Well, I did get quite a few inches in...just not 1,013,760 inches.


Goliath and I ran three miles out, and I could tell he was pretty tired. After a long weekend of running and the dog park, I figured he could sit this one out. So I ran him back home, and by the last half mile I was leading him. I dropped him off, and with ten more miles to run I turned right back around and ran the same course.


This bush now property of Goliath


By that same three mile mark, I was spent. Like WAY done. I was ready to collapse, and my legs felt like monoliths. By this time, I had completely dried up. My body had stopped sweating so long ago, that my clothes had time to dry. Not a good sign. Just a short time earlier, I was standing in my living room soaked in sweat. Generally, this is the first sign of dehydration. Apparently, all the water along the way wasn't enough. I did a jog/walk/crawl combo home. This was a wall I needed to hit, so I can learn from it.


Way back when I played softball in grade school, I became seriously dehydrated after a tournament and spent the next two days vomiting my brains out. Therefore, dehydration scares the patootie outta yours truly. I drink water like I get paid by the ounce, and so for me to experience this was slightly confusing. Until it was brought to my attention that a) it was hot, and I needed to be drinking twice as much as I'm use to and b) I also need to be replenishing electrolytes. The conclusion? Invest in either salt packets, more GU (which I run with on the reg) and some gatorade.

The rest of the day was spent in self loathing and disappointment so naturally I took my main-man to his favorite store to splurge. Goliath loves retail therapy. He prefers the treats at PetSmart but we went to PetCo, because I had a coupon. This dog has made me world's biggest sucker. My theory is this: he's only with me for such a short period of time and he's absolutely changed my life, and made me the happiest person-so why shouldn't I give him everything in my power to give him a plushy-treat-toy-filled life? I AM that crazy lady who talks to her dog, and let's him pick out his toys, even if I know he'll destroy in in 0.5 seconds. Hey, it might be $20 but he'll get solid minute or two of disemboweling joy and to me that joy is absolutely priceless.

What has been your biggest mistake during training, and how have you gotten over it mentally?

Total Mileage: 12.0
Time: 2:17.23

Friday, July 23, 2010

When It All Goes to Hell

The best runs can turn into your worst runs. I read recently in Runner's World that when you start to get better at running, you have more bad runs than not. Theoretically, this makes sense to me. When you start out running, it seems like you'll never be able to run a mile without walking and that averaging fifteen minutes a mile is something to be proud of. Once you are able to comfortably run a mile, you move on. You build stamina, muscle strength and a lactate threshold. Then a year later, you can average 9 min/miles for 10 miles.

But just because you can do something, doesn't mean you always should. AND just because you've done something once, doesn't mean you can always repeat it as often as you'd like. As a runner, I think it's hard to recognize progress. Forward progress is usually measured in seconds, and much like losing weight, initially the first few minutes come off pretty easily but the last few seconds can take years to lose. In a year, you can go from average 15 min/miles to 8:30s if you so choose, but if you want to go from 8:30s to 8:00s get ready for a long tumultuous journey down frustration path.

There are so many metaphors that come to mind, when trying to articulate this point but that is erroneous. I bring this all up because, much like many of my counterparts, I put an inordinate amount of pressure on myself to improve. Training is my time to do so, and I put a lot of emphasis on my long runs. Which, hey-I know can be detrimental-but it's what I do, so sue me.

Sunday, Goliath and I set out for twelve. Eek. Very proud of myself, I woke up early enough and fueled. All my long runs are suppose to be at 10:04/mile pace, but I see that and go pfffft that's so Julia2008 and shoot to push 9:00s. At our split, I felt fantastic. WOOOHOO Just ran six in 46! Then I made a mistake, I sat down on a bench. Took out my iphone, snapped a few pictures-where else do you think the pictures come from? When my two minutes were up, I went to move but neither of us wanted to go anywhere. I gave myself another two minutes, and before I knew it I'd been sitting on that bench long enough for someone to have run a mile.

Begrudgingly, I got up. Shook out my hammies and started out. Each half mile, I stopped. Evaluated. Walked a little and checked my pulse, and pace. For the run in me, I could not break this cycle. Finally, I started saying Okay, just run to the end of this song then you can walk so I would, and a new song would start and I'd say the same thing. Finally, about mile eight I got my groove back. I think I was a little intimidated by the mileage, I KNEW I could run six but double that? Meh...

Well, Stella got her groove-but someone didn't get the memo. Goliath and were trucking along, and we were about half a mile away from a water fountain when SPLAT! Someboddddy decided he wanted to play in the creek, and kinda forgot he was attached to me. Goliath jolted into the creek to my right, and I slipped down an embankment of mud and kerplunked flat on my back. ouch to the ego and to the back.

I swear I wear other shorts...these are just my fav.
So Yeah, I was soaking wet and covered in clay-like mud and boy was it AWESOME. My shoes were full, and it looked as if I had poopied myself. We jogged to the water fountain where I rinsed off my hands and ringed out my shirt. I splashed water on my face, but that seemed redundant. There really is no moral to this story, except that if you join your dog to be four-legged running machine make sure they remember that at all times.

Total Mileage: 12.05
Times: 2:27.33