Is there really such a thing as a “quick update,” I fear there may not be. Not from me.
I ran. (St. Malachi 5 Mile Church Run)
I didn’t run.
I’m running again.
Seven weeks into training and the seven more weeks until the Cleveland Rite Aid (Half) Marathon. It’s beyond time I formally checked-in with myself about how this is going. Let’s take a look at the plan:
Wow. There is a lot of striking-though on that spreadsheet. Quite a bit on the Saturday long runs too. Yikes. 7 of the 22 lavender squares (meaning training completed) are “off” days. I excel at resting. Fabulous. You can see where I try to make up for some of the missed training days too. Brutal. This just makes me sad, frustrated, whatever. I don’t feel like my training is going as bad as it looks.
Well, maybe on Tuesday morning I did feel it.
On Monday night, I announced a “I am getting up at 5 – no snooze – no excuses” alert. This gives my partner-in-crime full permission to encourage, berate, and judge in order to help me meet this declaration. I think he may secretly enjoy enforcing early mornings.
On Tuesday morning, I placed my feet on the cold wood floor before turning the alarm off. I hadn’t even looked to see what the workout was for the morning. When you haven’t worked out in over a week, that’s easy to do. Scrolling through my training plan, I saw, “3 mile race pace.” Great. Three miles at a pace I was hoping to be able to do for five miles last week and couldn’t hack it. A glutton for (well-deserved) punishment, I trudged down to the workout room. And by trudged, I mean, took the elevator.
I know to run the 27:27, I needed to run at 6.6 or higher. I can’t start off that way though. After not running for over a week, I was hurting and I couldn’t get the closed caption to work for the morning news. Yes, that’s important to me. Around twenty minutes I was still only around 6.2-6.4 and I knew I had some work ahead of me to get to 3 miles before or at 27:27.
Long story short, I was running at nearly 9 mph by the end of it and I missed the mark by 6 seconds. This was the first time in this training cycle I pushed myself to a point of dry heaving. I felt like a cat hacking up a hairball, a very embarrassed, shameful cat, because there are only three treadmills and there was another guy two treadmills over.
It gets even more embarrassing. I finished my cool down and grabbed the sanitation spray and a paper towel to clean off the machine and was 95% through wiping it down when I realized I had been cleaning the wrong one. At that moment I was sanitizing the treadmill immediately next to the other runner that was once between us. Though this shenanigan did not catch his attention, the F-bomb I dropped, when I realized what I had been doing, sure did.
Hopefully I didn’t lose too much of how far I’ve come from my senseless week off – those 27 minutes and 33 seconds were a much-needed reality check. One of reasons I have fallen in love with running is how commensurate the results are to the work you put in. I’m better than this.
I’m hoping to run a 5k on Sunday and finally break my 30 minute curse. I’m also leaving it open to decide if I would be better off using Sunday for a much needed, much missed, long run. The better the weather, the more likely I will be to forgo the 5k and opt for a long run.
I’m definitely running the Glow4Goal 5k in early April. I love 5ks at night and a glow in the dark t-shirt sounds amazing.
How’s your working out/running/training going? Is this winter (supposedly spring) affecting your game?