Alright so, this final post is much delayed... say two weeks.
Monday, October 8th I ran and completed my first 10K after only three weeks of training. I think I said before I've cheered at 3 or 4 different Tufts 10K's, but actually racing was a whole different feeling - similar to my first 5K - a little jittery, probably quieter than normal. The weather was beautiful though! Last year it was like 90*F, no joke. So, I am so thankful that the weather cooperated.
Two of my closest friends had mentioned that they'd like to run with me, but I wasn't so sure if this was a good idea. I generally like to run alone with my ipod, without the feeling of slowing someone else down - because I am the slowest runner ever. As the announcers started calling the 7,000 ladies (and like 10 guys) to line up I kind of started freaking out. I said something like, "Welllll, if you guys want to run with me, that would probably be ok. Actually, it's a good idea." The first two miles I think we did like 10:30's which is faster than I've been training during my longer runs. At one point I like looked back and there was what seemed like a million people behind, so that fear of being the last one diminished pretty quickly. My goal for this race was to at least make it to mile 4 without walking, so we slowed down a little bit. I think we got to 4.5 miles before I just need to walk a minute. Along the way we saw some buddies screaming, clapping and ringing the cowbell (always a nice boost). At the end of the race (a rare case with this many runners) the MC announced my name at the finish thanks to my running buddies' screaming/pointing/jumping-up-and-down antics :) - so that was pretty cool. Thanks ladies!
We finished with an 11 minute pace for an hour and 8 minutes. I figured it would take me an hour, ten minutes and was pretty happy with the time. Then in the food/water line I got rammed in leg by a freeloader's cart - almost took her cart from her!
No injuries though, success! Knees felt good, feet felt good. Lunch and a brew sounded better.
The next time (if there is one, *wink) something 5 weeks training would probably make more sense. None-the-less it can be done in three weeks.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Tempos and Lyrics
Friday's yoga class gave me a good core workout. We had a different instructor who emphasized different poses, so it was a good change-up.
Over a brew, I was talking to my fitness guru about what my Saturday run would be. She talked me into doing a tempo-run - run 2:30 minutes at about an 8 on a 10 point hurt-meter, then walk 1 minute. She said to do this 10 times. Sounds good to me.
In the morning, I set out and felt awesome! I think it's annoying to do a timed run with traffic lights and such (would usually do this on the treadmill), so I didn't try to keep on a set map and just went with the traffic lights. If there was a no-walk sign I just turned right or left - whichever was easier. The first two rounds of tempos were great. By the fifth one I decided it was time to circle back home, and I ended up doing eight rounds. Later I talked to the guru and she told me that she over-shot the workout anyway thinking I would do 6 to 8 on my own. Racing against yourself multiple times does get old.
Other than that, Saturday's run was pretty normal. I just ran and walked. I don't remember what music played on shuffle. I didn't almost step on a dead rat (that happened last Monday - the thing looked like it just keeled over right there on the riverwalk and I almost crushed it, gag). Best of all though, my feet did not get torn up.
I spent Sunday canning a small batch of applesauce (of which I accidently doubled the Cloves), made some pasta and watched football. Good rest day.
Today, the last Monday before race day, I ran 5.4 miles. It took for.ev.ver. (Sandlot, anyone?) I couldn't motivate myself to do this in the morning, so I started work early then ducked out in the afternoon. I went out over the Longfellow into the city, up to Gov't Center, then Park St., around the Common, down Beacon, then back over Mass Ave. I remember two songs specifically today. "Suddenly, Everything has Changed" by The Flaming Lips where I found my self singing these word in my head, "Suddenly, everything has changed. The other day I woke-up, thouggghhht I'd be a ruuuunnner today." Somewhere around the Common (nearer Arlington T-stop) I started getting bored, dodging people was getting old. I had an estimated 20 minutes left... Beacon was nice though - just a long, flat, straight stretch of sidewalk. Trees turning, brown-stone everywhere you look. Nearing Mass Ave "Back In Black" by AC/DC helped push me over the bridge back into Cambridge.
So far, I got out of this one without pain inspired hobbling. Although, if I do a deep knee bend my patellas might shoot someone's eye out.
Over a brew, I was talking to my fitness guru about what my Saturday run would be. She talked me into doing a tempo-run - run 2:30 minutes at about an 8 on a 10 point hurt-meter, then walk 1 minute. She said to do this 10 times. Sounds good to me.
In the morning, I set out and felt awesome! I think it's annoying to do a timed run with traffic lights and such (would usually do this on the treadmill), so I didn't try to keep on a set map and just went with the traffic lights. If there was a no-walk sign I just turned right or left - whichever was easier. The first two rounds of tempos were great. By the fifth one I decided it was time to circle back home, and I ended up doing eight rounds. Later I talked to the guru and she told me that she over-shot the workout anyway thinking I would do 6 to 8 on my own. Racing against yourself multiple times does get old.
Other than that, Saturday's run was pretty normal. I just ran and walked. I don't remember what music played on shuffle. I didn't almost step on a dead rat (that happened last Monday - the thing looked like it just keeled over right there on the riverwalk and I almost crushed it, gag). Best of all though, my feet did not get torn up.
I spent Sunday canning a small batch of applesauce (of which I accidently doubled the Cloves), made some pasta and watched football. Good rest day.
Today, the last Monday before race day, I ran 5.4 miles. It took for.ev.ver. (Sandlot, anyone?) I couldn't motivate myself to do this in the morning, so I started work early then ducked out in the afternoon. I went out over the Longfellow into the city, up to Gov't Center, then Park St., around the Common, down Beacon, then back over Mass Ave. I remember two songs specifically today. "Suddenly, Everything has Changed" by The Flaming Lips where I found my self singing these word in my head, "Suddenly, everything has changed. The other day I woke-up, thouggghhht I'd be a ruuuunnner today." Somewhere around the Common (nearer Arlington T-stop) I started getting bored, dodging people was getting old. I had an estimated 20 minutes left... Beacon was nice though - just a long, flat, straight stretch of sidewalk. Trees turning, brown-stone everywhere you look. Nearing Mass Ave "Back In Black" by AC/DC helped push me over the bridge back into Cambridge.
So far, I got out of this one without pain inspired hobbling. Although, if I do a deep knee bend my patellas might shoot someone's eye out.
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