Monday: 2 miles @11:09
Wednesday: 8 miles: 1 mi w/u, 4x1600 in 9:01 w/800 jogs, 1 mi c/d
Saturday: 20 miles at 11:09
Monday: 2 miles @15:47
No, I didn't break my leg, though my foot was still bothering me. J had planned to ride his bike alongside me as I ran but changed his mind and wanted to run. We talked about pacing a little (being 7, he has a tendency to go full out for about 1 minute and then be done) and then took off on our loop. We made it about a block and a half before we were walking. We sort of alternated between walk and run for the rest of the loop.
At the end of the first loop, J was going to go in: You mean that was only 1 mile? but decided to stick it out. We spent the entire mile "shooting" at each other and deciding our super powers. I'm sure the neighborhood got a good laugh at me shooting imaginary fireballs behind me and kicking sweet gum balls at him as he dodged both the real and the pretend...but he was out there running with me, and that was worth both the slow pace and the neighbors' entertainment.
Wednesday: 1 mi w/u, 800 jogs, and .8 c/d...speed intervals were 7:55, 8:15, 8:24, 8:04. (7.8 miles)
I did this one on the treadmill (and thanks, Mike, for the online treadmill tutoring so I didn't have to keep restarting it every 20 minutes!). I'm not good at pushing myself. I tend to just do "what I can" without really striving to see just what that is, but not on this run. It was difficult to keep up the pace for the whole mile, and by the end of the last speed interval I was starting to think I might throw up. Pretty good workout, all in all. :) It was exciting to see those numbers. It's not something I can sustain yet, but it's definitely progress.
|I pre-warded myself with this cool new shirt. :)|
Jeff's great aunt died earlier this week, and the funeral was this morning at 10. I knew there was no way I'd manage to get in 20 miles before we had to leave for the 1/2 hour drive there, and I was planning to drive to Columbia to stay with my aunt and uncle before tomorrow's non race and didn't want to get a late start. Rather than lose another 1/2 hour on the drive home, I decided I'd run home. It worked out almost perfectly: 21.5 miles from the funeral home to our front door.
Since I was missing the luncheon in order to run, we ran through Hardees and grabbed me a hamburger. Jeff dropped me back at the funeral home and asked me to call once I'd gotten to the river: "You're running through a not very nice part of town."
"Oh, it's the middle of the day. It'll be fine." So I immediately went down the wrong street. Now, in my defense, I've never lived in Alton. On the other hand, the prosecution would want you to know that I went to school there for four years and have spent countless hours driving there. Total fail on my part; additionally, the road I took went right past the projects. Awesome.
I got through there without incident, and really the first half or so of the run went pretty well. I had picked a route with its share of hills, but none of them felt too hard. Once I got to the river, I had a fairly scenic run for a while. First I ran past the Alton Belle Casino, where all the old people going in to gamble looked at me like I was crazy.
The trail passes the river along the top of the levee.
|The lock and dam is on the right.|
|This sign in the bathroom made me laugh.|
Past the lock and dam, the trail passed a little closer to the river in a wooded area.
|The great outdoors.|
Other than the first two miles, I'd spent the rest of my run on a dedicated, paved bike trail. Now, I was about to turn onto an actual road. Of course, the problem with running on the shoulder is that it's not flat like the road...and so began 5 miles of alternating running on the edge of the road with veering onto the shoulder when cars were coming. Luckily, whenever possible, cars would pull to the center lane so that I didn't have to get off the road. Towards the end of this section I was alternating running with short periods of walking. In addition to being really painful, it wasn't very pretty either.
|As miserable as I was, this sign made me smile. Early birds, take note!|
|Home stretch...sort of|
Another road, and this is where I really started to fall apart. Before, I was tired and sore and ready to be done, but emotionally I was OK. As I ran down the road leading to the campus exit, car after car not only didn't move over but actually moved closer to me. Not to where I was in danger, but enough to force me further to the edge of the shoulder. Maybe that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was so inconsiderate that it was enough to bring me to tears. And it went on until I was off campus.
So there I ran, trying not to cry and wanting more than anything to be finished. I had been sending Jeff texts from time to time so that he knew I was OK, and he could tell I was getting less OK as I got closer. "Do you want me to come get you?"
"Do you want us to drive the mile?" he asked me. I'd joking earlier that, since my route was 21.5 miles, I wanted him to drive from the house until he got to 1.5 miles and then tell me where it was so I could quit there.
I told him no. As awful as this run was, I really wanted to make it home under my own power. Most of my runs are loops or out and backs. There was something kind of cool about running from another town home. Full disclosure: I made it to the grocery store 1/2 mi from our house and he picked me up there. And once again I was in tears. He asked why I was crying, if I was hurting that badly, and I couldn't really explain it, but I tried. "No, it's not that. I mean, I'm really hurting. It's just...that it was so hard." I guess I was just emotionally spent from the effort...from the day in general. And if I sound like a big baby, that's OK. It is what it is.
After last Saturday's 18 mile run being so difficult, I was really hoping that today's wouldn't feel as bad. Instead, it was worse. I guess there are a lot of posible reasons. I was alone. The shoulder running was not ideal. I've been spending a lot of time on trails, and while they may be more demanding, they're also easier on the joints. I also think that, despite my attempt to take it easy, I went out too hard: I hit the 5-mile point at about 45 minutes, 2 mpm faster than my target pace. Maybe I paid for that later.
There were a few bright spots, too. The beautiful day. The tailwind I had for nearly the entire run. The fact that the hills were no problem at all. The fact that, even though I hit the wall in a big way, I got across it. That fact that I finished.
|My fortune last night...so appropriate|