The theme: Run, Rinse, Repeat
I ran a 6.2-miler with Emily on Friday. I was hoping to keep a 10:30 pace, but it just wasn't in the cards. We tossed in a walk break after each mile and that kind of screwed with the pace. Overall, it was an okay run. Nothing traumatic happened, but I kind of left the trail with a negative attitude.
I showered and got ready, and went to drink martinis and watch a cabaret-style singer with a friend. I think I finally hit the hay at about 1am.
Which was stupid, considering that I was up the next morning at 7am to run FOURTEEN MILES. I ran with the Roseville Lifetime Run Club, hoping to find some runners that were about my pace. I figured it was about time I found some companionship for my long runs - it's easy enough for me to run 10 miles solo, but I was nervous for my 18+ mile runs.
I ran with Karen for the first mile (she's a speed demon) and then we split. She's just too fast for me. After 3 miles, I paired up with two girls that said they usually run 10-minute miles. Sweet! That's what I usually run! So I was expecting to run 10:45-11:00 miles for our LSD. Wrong! Our average pace was 10:20. I think that on a normal day, I could have handled it, but I
donated blood on Thursday
Ran 6 miles on Friday
Drank martinis and didn't get enough sleep the night before
Didn't pack gels because I was told they were provided by the run club (they didn't have gels - they had Sport Beans. Not the same thing.)
So yeah. I was feeling the burn. But I muscled through all 14 miles. I hit the stop button on my watch and the first words uttered were "Holy Mother-Fucking Shit". I think that sums it up nicely.
After the run we brunched, bought running shoes, and I came home and collapsed into a nice fat nap. I woke up in time to shower and get ready...for more live music. But my heart wasn't into it. I was tired. I was achy. I was probably dehydrated.
I rolled into bed at about 2am...praising the Lord that I'd be able to sleep in as late as I wanted on Sunday.
Much to my surprise, I woke up at 7:30am on Sunday. And that's how I found out that Jesus hates me. Whatever. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up, read the paper, and ran errands. By the time I got home, I was ready for a well-deserved nap. I was sacked out on the couch for 2-3 hours. Delicious.
I wandered around my apartment in a sleepy zombie-like stupor for a few hours before I snapped out of it and decided that I should get my scheduled 4-miler in before it got dark.
I headed out for a steady run on a path that I rarely run on. It was calm and quiet and serene. It was just what I needed. My pacing was perfect and the run felt great. It was nice to know that I could still bust out a few miles after the previous day's 14-miler.
So to sum it up, I ran 24 miles in 3 days. Damn.
Onto the boring part:
3/28/08
Splits are messed up because I lapped based on running/walking, not miles.
Average pace: 10:56
Total time: 1:07:50
Average HR: 171
Three words to describe this run: Mediocre, Anxious, Whatever
3/29/08
Mile 1: 9:45
Mile 2: 10:43
Mile 3: 10:42
Mile 4: 10:25
Mile 5: 10:35
Mile 6: 10:14
Mile 7: 10:15
Mile 8: 10:11
Mile 9: 10:21
Mile 10: 10:07
Mile 11: 10:01
Mile 12: 10:19
Mile 13: 10:40
Mile 14: 10:28
Average pace: 10:20
Total time: 2:24:53
Average HR: 178
Three words to describe this run: Holy Mother-Fucking Shit
3/30/08
Mile 1: 10:30
Mile 2: 10:30
Mile 3: 10:25
Mile 4: 10:34
Average pace: 10:30
Total time: 42:02
Average HR: 164
Three words to describe this run: Perfectly-Paced, Serene, Empowering
I ran a 6.2-miler with Emily on Friday. I was hoping to keep a 10:30 pace, but it just wasn't in the cards. We tossed in a walk break after each mile and that kind of screwed with the pace. Overall, it was an okay run. Nothing traumatic happened, but I kind of left the trail with a negative attitude.
I showered and got ready, and went to drink martinis and watch a cabaret-style singer with a friend. I think I finally hit the hay at about 1am.
Which was stupid, considering that I was up the next morning at 7am to run FOURTEEN MILES. I ran with the Roseville Lifetime Run Club, hoping to find some runners that were about my pace. I figured it was about time I found some companionship for my long runs - it's easy enough for me to run 10 miles solo, but I was nervous for my 18+ mile runs.
I ran with Karen for the first mile (she's a speed demon) and then we split. She's just too fast for me. After 3 miles, I paired up with two girls that said they usually run 10-minute miles. Sweet! That's what I usually run! So I was expecting to run 10:45-11:00 miles for our LSD. Wrong! Our average pace was 10:20. I think that on a normal day, I could have handled it, but I
So yeah. I was feeling the burn. But I muscled through all 14 miles. I hit the stop button on my watch and the first words uttered were "Holy Mother-Fucking Shit". I think that sums it up nicely.
After the run we brunched, bought running shoes, and I came home and collapsed into a nice fat nap. I woke up in time to shower and get ready...for more live music. But my heart wasn't into it. I was tired. I was achy. I was probably dehydrated.
I rolled into bed at about 2am...praising the Lord that I'd be able to sleep in as late as I wanted on Sunday.
Much to my surprise, I woke up at 7:30am on Sunday. And that's how I found out that Jesus hates me. Whatever. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up, read the paper, and ran errands. By the time I got home, I was ready for a well-deserved nap. I was sacked out on the couch for 2-3 hours. Delicious.
I wandered around my apartment in a sleepy zombie-like stupor for a few hours before I snapped out of it and decided that I should get my scheduled 4-miler in before it got dark.
I headed out for a steady run on a path that I rarely run on. It was calm and quiet and serene. It was just what I needed. My pacing was perfect and the run felt great. It was nice to know that I could still bust out a few miles after the previous day's 14-miler.
So to sum it up, I ran 24 miles in 3 days. Damn.
Onto the boring part:
3/28/08
Splits are messed up because I lapped based on running/walking, not miles.
Average pace: 10:56
Total time: 1:07:50
Average HR: 171
Three words to describe this run: Mediocre, Anxious, Whatever
3/29/08
Mile 1: 9:45
Mile 2: 10:43
Mile 3: 10:42
Mile 4: 10:25
Mile 5: 10:35
Mile 6: 10:14
Mile 7: 10:15
Mile 8: 10:11
Mile 9: 10:21
Mile 10: 10:07
Mile 11: 10:01
Mile 12: 10:19
Mile 13: 10:40
Mile 14: 10:28
Average pace: 10:20
Total time: 2:24:53
Average HR: 178
Three words to describe this run: Holy Mother-Fucking Shit
3/30/08
Mile 1: 10:30
Mile 2: 10:30
Mile 3: 10:25
Mile 4: 10:34
Average pace: 10:30
Total time: 42:02
Average HR: 164
Three words to describe this run: Perfectly-Paced, Serene, Empowering
Labels: Running
5 Comments:
Hey there, I found your blog last week. It's great stuff! Congrats on completing the 14 miles. I can't even fathom running that far at this point in my "training". Keep kicking ass and writing about it...you crack me up.
While I love the Sports Beans, they always get stuck in my teeth. Trying to de-bean my teeth does provide some entertainment during long runs, but not nearly enough to be worth it :-)
We are so alike it is freaking me out. Jesus hates me too. I booked today off work, to do some personal stuff but mostly to sleep in. I woke up, wide awake at 6.15am this morning, that's earlier than my alarm goes off!
Great job on the runs!
Well done on the 14 miler! It goes to show that you're capable of more than you think you are. Maybe time to revise that marathon goal, eh? :)
14 miles in Woo hoo. I'm sticking at 10 miles for a few weeks then increasing. But I'm only running the 1/2 so the high miles aren't important til later in the summer for me.
Roseville Lifetime? Hey, I see them running by my house quite a bit. I just know we are going to run into each other sometime and not even realize it (unless we do).
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