btw~
I had a look at some photos of the army 1/2...the official race photos were sort of blah, but someone went out and took a few thousand of them on the course just for fun, I guess. Really nice of him!
Anyway, I looked, and found myself, and had to laugh.
After seeing that, I think I owe the good race result more to DRAFTING than to my own personal improvement (in terms of fitness/running/racing...I seem to have the DRAFTING part down pat).
Funnily enough, though, it felt like I had tons of room during the race. It honestly didn't feel that cramped. The photos make me feel claustrophobic, but it definitely didn't feel like that during the race. It also didn't feel windy at that point, compared to earlier in the race...those guys blocked it pretty well. LOL
http://flickr.com/photos/30816183@N06/2888897441
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
a good running day
Well, I think I'm bouncing back. I'm definitely less stressed.
This morning was a great time to run. After my job, I grabbed the dog and we just coasted along. We did have to deal with a recently-cropped up seasonal issue--turns out that the same dog who will happily roll around/plunge his head in/dig up piles of leaves will not step on them when they are on the sidewalk. So he's been running into me an awful lot recently, from the side...he used to do it now and then, maybe once or twice a week, so it took me a while to realize that I was getting POed because it's jumped up to 4-5 times a run, at least. And then I had to figure out why he was doing it. I think it's the leaves. I've been watching.
So I dealt out some harsh words--well, a harsh tone, at any rate--and he got better at dropping behind me when there isn't room, rather than crashing into me. He's a solid boy and doesn't realize his own mass and strength. He's not a big dog, really, but I've seen some 50-pounders that looked to be all leg and hair....not this one. There was one time that we were playing fetch in a grassy dewy field, and he was running towards me and couldn't stop. I saw true panic in his eyes as he tried to veer off to the side, but it wasn't enough and he slammed into me sideways. How I managed to stay on my feet, I don't know, but my shins hurt for a few days afterwards.
This bumping me in the side thing isn't half as bad, but still annoying.
Anyway, we still had a good run, apart from the above and, oh, the Phantom Feces. This is another issue we've been dealing with, and he's been really good these past few days, and then the Phantom visited us again after about 5 or so miles. What happens is that the dog stops, and apparently has to go poo, but nothing comes out. Meanwhile, he's surrepticiously sniffing. So, for a while, I wouldn't let him decide when to stop, and then I'd stop about a minute later someplace which looked to be boring, so that he could drop the kids off without getting distracted. Today, though, there was no poop at all. It's a big mystery.
He's also been pretty smelly all of a sudden....I'm not sure if this all is connected....
Anyway, apart from that, it was a great run. We jogged for about 9.29 miles. Perfect weather, sunny, not too windy or hot or anything.
I went home, ate, studied, napped...love not working as much! anyway, this evening was speedwork.
Thank goodness my fellow Philly hopefuls were there too, because I don't think I would have gotten through that without a couple of other runners at the same pace. I guess I'm still tired, and then it got dark and drizzly, which was nice, but also made it harder to keep the pace.
3X 3000M
13:27
13:27
13:31 (it was getting kind of slick at that point).
A good workout. It felt tougher than that pace should feel like, but I still have to catch up on sleep, and I wouldn't be surprised if the toll of marathon training will make the last few tough weeks even tougher. Just got to get through it.
Anyway, I ran 10.43 miles in the evening, so 19.72 miles in total today. Wednesdays are sometimes tougher than my long run days, but it's been working out well training-wise.
This morning was a great time to run. After my job, I grabbed the dog and we just coasted along. We did have to deal with a recently-cropped up seasonal issue--turns out that the same dog who will happily roll around/plunge his head in/dig up piles of leaves will not step on them when they are on the sidewalk. So he's been running into me an awful lot recently, from the side...he used to do it now and then, maybe once or twice a week, so it took me a while to realize that I was getting POed because it's jumped up to 4-5 times a run, at least. And then I had to figure out why he was doing it. I think it's the leaves. I've been watching.
So I dealt out some harsh words--well, a harsh tone, at any rate--and he got better at dropping behind me when there isn't room, rather than crashing into me. He's a solid boy and doesn't realize his own mass and strength. He's not a big dog, really, but I've seen some 50-pounders that looked to be all leg and hair....not this one. There was one time that we were playing fetch in a grassy dewy field, and he was running towards me and couldn't stop. I saw true panic in his eyes as he tried to veer off to the side, but it wasn't enough and he slammed into me sideways. How I managed to stay on my feet, I don't know, but my shins hurt for a few days afterwards.
This bumping me in the side thing isn't half as bad, but still annoying.
Anyway, we still had a good run, apart from the above and, oh, the Phantom Feces. This is another issue we've been dealing with, and he's been really good these past few days, and then the Phantom visited us again after about 5 or so miles. What happens is that the dog stops, and apparently has to go poo, but nothing comes out. Meanwhile, he's surrepticiously sniffing. So, for a while, I wouldn't let him decide when to stop, and then I'd stop about a minute later someplace which looked to be boring, so that he could drop the kids off without getting distracted. Today, though, there was no poop at all. It's a big mystery.
He's also been pretty smelly all of a sudden....I'm not sure if this all is connected....
Anyway, apart from that, it was a great run. We jogged for about 9.29 miles. Perfect weather, sunny, not too windy or hot or anything.
I went home, ate, studied, napped...love not working as much! anyway, this evening was speedwork.
Thank goodness my fellow Philly hopefuls were there too, because I don't think I would have gotten through that without a couple of other runners at the same pace. I guess I'm still tired, and then it got dark and drizzly, which was nice, but also made it harder to keep the pace.
3X 3000M
13:27
13:27
13:31 (it was getting kind of slick at that point).
A good workout. It felt tougher than that pace should feel like, but I still have to catch up on sleep, and I wouldn't be surprised if the toll of marathon training will make the last few tough weeks even tougher. Just got to get through it.
Anyway, I ran 10.43 miles in the evening, so 19.72 miles in total today. Wednesdays are sometimes tougher than my long run days, but it's been working out well training-wise.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
recovery
Well, I didn't get enough sleep last night, like 5-6 hrs, but I had a great day and I feel a lot more relaxed about my upcoming schedule, mainly because it's a lot more relaxed too.
Anyway, I also ran with the dog. I was feeling ok, just tired, so we took it easy. I did my ole 25 min run, 5 min walk, but for just about 2 hrs (earlier in the summer, I did this for 3-4 hrs whenever I wanted to trot around for a while without getting too uncomfortable). Total distance covered, about 11 miles.
It was really nice. The sun was out and the grass was still green...it gave me flashbacks to Colorado Springs in the fall, to this park I used to run around. At the time, I was coming back from a long injury-related break from running, so it was a struggle. I think I spent a lot of time staring at that grass and imagining myself collapsing on it. But, NO, because it was also sprinkled with goose poop. Such was some of the grass today by the river; that, and the clear air and sun, brought back the memories. However, my lungs weren't burning this time.
I didn't really think about much in particular. It was more about feeling different things loosen up and so forth. The dog was very good this time and we just kept going. Then I went to a movie, and then to yoga. It was a lovely day.
Anyway, I also ran with the dog. I was feeling ok, just tired, so we took it easy. I did my ole 25 min run, 5 min walk, but for just about 2 hrs (earlier in the summer, I did this for 3-4 hrs whenever I wanted to trot around for a while without getting too uncomfortable). Total distance covered, about 11 miles.
It was really nice. The sun was out and the grass was still green...it gave me flashbacks to Colorado Springs in the fall, to this park I used to run around. At the time, I was coming back from a long injury-related break from running, so it was a struggle. I think I spent a lot of time staring at that grass and imagining myself collapsing on it. But, NO, because it was also sprinkled with goose poop. Such was some of the grass today by the river; that, and the clear air and sun, brought back the memories. However, my lungs weren't burning this time.
I didn't really think about much in particular. It was more about feeling different things loosen up and so forth. The dog was very good this time and we just kept going. Then I went to a movie, and then to yoga. It was a lovely day.
What have I been doing?
...apart from pruning my schedule?
It's been nuts! I don't even remember what I ran on Sat and Sunday. And I spent most of today thinking it was Tuesday, which it is now...just capped off a, dunno, 10 day work week with a day hectic enough to kick off some serious adrenaline.
And it was NICE! I was buzzing. It's been a while since I've felt like that.
See, I worked my morning job, then came home to eat a bit of brunch, a banana and some bread. Not a lot of time. Then it was off to the hospital for a follow up appointment (had eye surgery a few months ago)...they've done away with the bus route I used to take, but no biggie. I looked up another bus.
Then the appointment took forever and I realized once I got back to the bus stop and looked at the schedule that, wow, I wasn't going to be able to make it home in time to go to my afternoon/evening job. So I figured out an alternative way to get to work...thereupon some deliberation. I needed scrubs. Some of the residents are confused enough already, and if I showed up in street clothes, they might mistake me for a relative, or worse. one woman in particular periodically needs calming down that, no, burglars aren't burgling in her room. Anyway, they had scrubs in the hospital, which I had ironically been tempted by on my way to my appointment (such pretty colours!), but I knew I wouldn't have enough time to go back and get that hot lime green number I'd been eyeing.
Plan B, hop out of the bus at the Rideau Centre and go to Giant Tiger. This was the only other place I knew of which had scrubs.
Well, traffic eroded my time cushion, and this wasn't going to happen either.
Plan C, ride the bus towards work, and dash into another Giant Tiger nearby. I'd been there before--no scrubs--but they might have a largish t-shirt which could do. I guessed at the stop and dashed up some street or another--fortunately I wasn't too far off. Another defense for the urban grid system!
I went in there, and, lo and behold, there WERE scrubs on the pyjama rack. Didn't match, but there were some extra-small pants--VERY important because those suckers start riding pretty low when they're small and don't have a drawstring--and a small top. Size doesn't matter so much for the top; they're all too large on me. Except for the cute women's sized scrubs at the hospital in the cheerful colours, maybe...but I digress....
Got to the cash and the cashier was trying sooo hard to go that extra mile with her job. Got someone ahead of me to wait while a loaf of bread was exchanged, etc, etc...and she tenderly folded up my newly-purchased scrubs. How could I fault that?
I thanked her, and walked out of the store calmly, then bolted. Got to work one minute late. Caught up with the woman I was replacing, then changed, and WHOA, I'd done it. It was a rush. I needed some food, though; the cook gave me some, and I knocked back some tea, and got cracking.
And, yeah, the new colour (powder blue, really not me) threw some people off. I got a few lectures about being new, as in, me being new, not just my clothes. Only one such 'discussion' ticked me off, though. It was from a woman who was admonishing me for putting the wrong nightie on her. I reminded her that that was the one she had handed to me. !!! But she kept saying I was making all sorts of mistakes because I was new. Ok, please, I hope I'm snuffed out before I fail to recognize someone who has seen parts of me that I haven't. Usually that doesn't get under my skin, though--it's pretty thick. This woman has been grating on my nerves these past few days, though, mainly because she's terribly fussy about cushions. I'm not sure if this is a British quirk, but I've worked with three aged British ladies recently, and all three of them have been fastidious about cushions, and nobody else. None of the other residents are. I'm not talking about having cushions--very important! I'm talking about plumping them up a certain way every 5 milliseconds and lining them up just so, and having multiple cushions that have to go in a certain order, and are invariably not in that order when I'm directed to them. Which begs the question: are the residents actually able to manipulate these down-filled torture devices themselves, or are they toying with me? Oh, and those two cushions that are identical really aren't identical so don't try to cut corners that way and disrupt the entire cosmos, including planets that haven't yet been created. All this becomes a 5-10 minute endless ordeal sometimes, although I'm honing escape strategies. I am accustomed to putting down cushions or offering cushions as a matter of course, and actually the other two British ladies didn't/don't irk me as much mainly because they remember my name and we had/have decent conversations that didn't revolve around what the other girl (oftentimes me) did yesterday with the cushions and how I'm a bit thick because I'm new.
Note to self: remember the name of the person who plumps up my cushions when I'm dottering. Or I might wake up with one on my face.
Phew! I try to refrain about talking about patients, especially on my running blog, but this was so cracked, I had to get it out. And, yes, I'm an awful person, but all this will nurture a bit of healthy guilt, so that I can tolerate her all the more patiently next time. I must say, though, that there is some sort of blessed homeostatis at work in that place--when someone is totally off their nut, someone else usually gets back from outer space all of a sudden. Someone who is being totally unreasonable is often followed by someone who is suddenly and unusually angelic.
Anyway, it was nice to have a day go like that, wired and swiftly. It was like how I used to be in Seoul--I'd leave the house at 6 or so, and not come back until 10 or 11...I'd duck into various places for my meals, and nap on the subway between my jobs. It caught up with me after a while, but it was pretty exhilirating sometimes.
Running--uh--put me down for 2 miles. Feels like 20. I was getting lazy with the stairs, but I was good and sparing with the elevator this evening.
Anyway, I have pruned my schedule. :D Job A stays the same, Job B has temporarily been suspended (and conveniently resumes after my marathon--and I actualy had no hand in this), which means I can sleep in on Saturdays if need be. Job C will have reduced shifts. I worked the weekend to help my manager out, and then I asked her about working less for the next while. And I guess I'll conveniently ignore or postpone a possible Job D...at any rate, I'm really pumped about all this.
Gotta get to bed somehow...still have to work tomorrow morning...
It's been nuts! I don't even remember what I ran on Sat and Sunday. And I spent most of today thinking it was Tuesday, which it is now...just capped off a, dunno, 10 day work week with a day hectic enough to kick off some serious adrenaline.
And it was NICE! I was buzzing. It's been a while since I've felt like that.
See, I worked my morning job, then came home to eat a bit of brunch, a banana and some bread. Not a lot of time. Then it was off to the hospital for a follow up appointment (had eye surgery a few months ago)...they've done away with the bus route I used to take, but no biggie. I looked up another bus.
Then the appointment took forever and I realized once I got back to the bus stop and looked at the schedule that, wow, I wasn't going to be able to make it home in time to go to my afternoon/evening job. So I figured out an alternative way to get to work...thereupon some deliberation. I needed scrubs. Some of the residents are confused enough already, and if I showed up in street clothes, they might mistake me for a relative, or worse. one woman in particular periodically needs calming down that, no, burglars aren't burgling in her room. Anyway, they had scrubs in the hospital, which I had ironically been tempted by on my way to my appointment (such pretty colours!), but I knew I wouldn't have enough time to go back and get that hot lime green number I'd been eyeing.
Plan B, hop out of the bus at the Rideau Centre and go to Giant Tiger. This was the only other place I knew of which had scrubs.
Well, traffic eroded my time cushion, and this wasn't going to happen either.
Plan C, ride the bus towards work, and dash into another Giant Tiger nearby. I'd been there before--no scrubs--but they might have a largish t-shirt which could do. I guessed at the stop and dashed up some street or another--fortunately I wasn't too far off. Another defense for the urban grid system!
I went in there, and, lo and behold, there WERE scrubs on the pyjama rack. Didn't match, but there were some extra-small pants--VERY important because those suckers start riding pretty low when they're small and don't have a drawstring--and a small top. Size doesn't matter so much for the top; they're all too large on me. Except for the cute women's sized scrubs at the hospital in the cheerful colours, maybe...but I digress....
Got to the cash and the cashier was trying sooo hard to go that extra mile with her job. Got someone ahead of me to wait while a loaf of bread was exchanged, etc, etc...and she tenderly folded up my newly-purchased scrubs. How could I fault that?
I thanked her, and walked out of the store calmly, then bolted. Got to work one minute late. Caught up with the woman I was replacing, then changed, and WHOA, I'd done it. It was a rush. I needed some food, though; the cook gave me some, and I knocked back some tea, and got cracking.
And, yeah, the new colour (powder blue, really not me) threw some people off. I got a few lectures about being new, as in, me being new, not just my clothes. Only one such 'discussion' ticked me off, though. It was from a woman who was admonishing me for putting the wrong nightie on her. I reminded her that that was the one she had handed to me. !!! But she kept saying I was making all sorts of mistakes because I was new. Ok, please, I hope I'm snuffed out before I fail to recognize someone who has seen parts of me that I haven't. Usually that doesn't get under my skin, though--it's pretty thick. This woman has been grating on my nerves these past few days, though, mainly because she's terribly fussy about cushions. I'm not sure if this is a British quirk, but I've worked with three aged British ladies recently, and all three of them have been fastidious about cushions, and nobody else. None of the other residents are. I'm not talking about having cushions--very important! I'm talking about plumping them up a certain way every 5 milliseconds and lining them up just so, and having multiple cushions that have to go in a certain order, and are invariably not in that order when I'm directed to them. Which begs the question: are the residents actually able to manipulate these down-filled torture devices themselves, or are they toying with me? Oh, and those two cushions that are identical really aren't identical so don't try to cut corners that way and disrupt the entire cosmos, including planets that haven't yet been created. All this becomes a 5-10 minute endless ordeal sometimes, although I'm honing escape strategies. I am accustomed to putting down cushions or offering cushions as a matter of course, and actually the other two British ladies didn't/don't irk me as much mainly because they remember my name and we had/have decent conversations that didn't revolve around what the other girl (oftentimes me) did yesterday with the cushions and how I'm a bit thick because I'm new.
Note to self: remember the name of the person who plumps up my cushions when I'm dottering. Or I might wake up with one on my face.
Phew! I try to refrain about talking about patients, especially on my running blog, but this was so cracked, I had to get it out. And, yes, I'm an awful person, but all this will nurture a bit of healthy guilt, so that I can tolerate her all the more patiently next time. I must say, though, that there is some sort of blessed homeostatis at work in that place--when someone is totally off their nut, someone else usually gets back from outer space all of a sudden. Someone who is being totally unreasonable is often followed by someone who is suddenly and unusually angelic.
Anyway, it was nice to have a day go like that, wired and swiftly. It was like how I used to be in Seoul--I'd leave the house at 6 or so, and not come back until 10 or 11...I'd duck into various places for my meals, and nap on the subway between my jobs. It caught up with me after a while, but it was pretty exhilirating sometimes.
Running--uh--put me down for 2 miles. Feels like 20. I was getting lazy with the stairs, but I was good and sparing with the elevator this evening.
Anyway, I have pruned my schedule. :D Job A stays the same, Job B has temporarily been suspended (and conveniently resumes after my marathon--and I actualy had no hand in this), which means I can sleep in on Saturdays if need be. Job C will have reduced shifts. I worked the weekend to help my manager out, and then I asked her about working less for the next while. And I guess I'll conveniently ignore or postpone a possible Job D...at any rate, I'm really pumped about all this.
Gotta get to bed somehow...still have to work tomorrow morning...
Friday, October 3, 2008
Too much on my plate!
Ok, let's see....yesterday (Thursday), I worked in the morning and an evening shift, and jogged with the dog in between for five-ish miles.
Today, I had only the morning job...although I had taken the day completely off but there was a mix up and I found out on Wednesday that they were hard up for a replacement. Ordinarily, I would just tell them to suck it up (but politely), but I like the clients and would have felt bad about them getting their day mucked up. Anyway, I have reconfirmed that I will be gone for a week in November, and that's that. Leaving the country ~
So, I didn't get to sleep in, which I really needed. I felt cruddy and worried that my cold was returning. However, after the shift, I felt better, so I grabbed the dog and we jogged for 8.68 miles. nice.
And then I ate, studied, napped....and then got up for speedwork. It did not go well. It was 200M repeats, 2X (5X 200M). Usually 200M repeats are my favourite, but a combo of factors made me quit after the 6th repeat.
41 seconds
40s
40s
40s
40s
These were fine. And then the break, 4 minutes, and I got cold...
45s.
I felt like crap. Actually felt like I was going to crap my pants, but things seized up in general and it was wrong. It wasn't the usual sort of speedwork pain.
I'm short on sleep.
Conversely, I had been napping--probably needed more time to wake up and get things moving.
I was underdressed--often I am, but the long waits in between sprints chilled me.
I've just gotten over a cold, knock wood.
Even though my run this morning was easy, and certainly not longer than other runs I've done on speedwork days, maybe it was still too much considering my somewhat drained state these days.
So, I'll go about things differently next time I do sprints. I'll be working next Friday evening, though, and I don't know after that. Maybe my body is tired of doing sprints, anyway. Last 2 times I trained for a marathon, I did short speedwork for the first bit, and then moved to longer intervals. This time it has been different, doing both every week...maybe that's not the best option for me. Will see how it goes.
And I really have to cut back on things in general. Workwise, that is. This marathon is going to happen no matter what, and so are my courses. I'm essentially working overtime with the jobs I have and, on the one hand, it's been great getting some experience in the field I'm studying towards, and I like the work conditions in general, moving around a lot and juggling things and so forth. But I'm starting to get really bored where I'm at....sometimes it gets crazy, but it's the same old crazy and I'm not learning much more anymore. Having said that, I've probably jinxed myself. We'll see how exciting my next shifts will be.
Anyway, speedwork, including running there, and back, and all: 7ish miles.
Today, I had only the morning job...although I had taken the day completely off but there was a mix up and I found out on Wednesday that they were hard up for a replacement. Ordinarily, I would just tell them to suck it up (but politely), but I like the clients and would have felt bad about them getting their day mucked up. Anyway, I have reconfirmed that I will be gone for a week in November, and that's that. Leaving the country ~
So, I didn't get to sleep in, which I really needed. I felt cruddy and worried that my cold was returning. However, after the shift, I felt better, so I grabbed the dog and we jogged for 8.68 miles. nice.
And then I ate, studied, napped....and then got up for speedwork. It did not go well. It was 200M repeats, 2X (5X 200M). Usually 200M repeats are my favourite, but a combo of factors made me quit after the 6th repeat.
41 seconds
40s
40s
40s
40s
These were fine. And then the break, 4 minutes, and I got cold...
45s.
I felt like crap. Actually felt like I was going to crap my pants, but things seized up in general and it was wrong. It wasn't the usual sort of speedwork pain.
I'm short on sleep.
Conversely, I had been napping--probably needed more time to wake up and get things moving.
I was underdressed--often I am, but the long waits in between sprints chilled me.
I've just gotten over a cold, knock wood.
Even though my run this morning was easy, and certainly not longer than other runs I've done on speedwork days, maybe it was still too much considering my somewhat drained state these days.
So, I'll go about things differently next time I do sprints. I'll be working next Friday evening, though, and I don't know after that. Maybe my body is tired of doing sprints, anyway. Last 2 times I trained for a marathon, I did short speedwork for the first bit, and then moved to longer intervals. This time it has been different, doing both every week...maybe that's not the best option for me. Will see how it goes.
And I really have to cut back on things in general. Workwise, that is. This marathon is going to happen no matter what, and so are my courses. I'm essentially working overtime with the jobs I have and, on the one hand, it's been great getting some experience in the field I'm studying towards, and I like the work conditions in general, moving around a lot and juggling things and so forth. But I'm starting to get really bored where I'm at....sometimes it gets crazy, but it's the same old crazy and I'm not learning much more anymore. Having said that, I've probably jinxed myself. We'll see how exciting my next shifts will be.
Anyway, speedwork, including running there, and back, and all: 7ish miles.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
debating Wednesday
Sadly, the cheering throngs outside the NAC weren't for us...
Anyway, today was a light work day and so a double-header: 6.05ish miles with the dog in the morning (it was a nice jog) and approx 9.51 miles in the evening with speedwork and jogging before/after/within. Now I'm in a modified smiling cow pose on my floor. It's so much healthier having a laptop.
Anyway, speedwork was ok. It was nice and cool, maybe a little too windy for my taste, but ok. The loops we did were somewhat hilly (it was The Hill, after all) and while I seem to have kicked my cold, I'm still a little tired. Conveniently, I heard that we were to do 4-5 repeats, and not 4-6. I would have liked to do the last one, and I was sad to learn of it while others were already halfway through it. And I can see Russia from my house too. LOL
5 min repeats:
.73/mile
.73
.71
.73
.70
Good enough for now. I really have to get psyched up for the last bit of this marathon training. I'm getting tired, mainly of having to shower so much, ha, and then running that good 1/2 has maybe lifted my confidence too high ("heck, I can jog this thing!"). It's time to get serious. I'm not training for a marathon. I know I could jog a marathon tomorrow. I'm training to qualify for Boston. And, yeah, maybe I could do that tomorrow, or next week, but I need to build up a good buffer in case I eat a cruddy cheesesteak the night before or trip over a frat boy by Dexter. Or drink too much beer in Manayunk. Or something.
It's going to be a good race and I have to give it my best, not only then, but until then too.
Anyway, today was a light work day and so a double-header: 6.05ish miles with the dog in the morning (it was a nice jog) and approx 9.51 miles in the evening with speedwork and jogging before/after/within. Now I'm in a modified smiling cow pose on my floor. It's so much healthier having a laptop.
Anyway, speedwork was ok. It was nice and cool, maybe a little too windy for my taste, but ok. The loops we did were somewhat hilly (it was The Hill, after all) and while I seem to have kicked my cold, I'm still a little tired. Conveniently, I heard that we were to do 4-5 repeats, and not 4-6. I would have liked to do the last one, and I was sad to learn of it while others were already halfway through it. And I can see Russia from my house too. LOL
5 min repeats:
.73/mile
.73
.71
.73
.70
Good enough for now. I really have to get psyched up for the last bit of this marathon training. I'm getting tired, mainly of having to shower so much, ha, and then running that good 1/2 has maybe lifted my confidence too high ("heck, I can jog this thing!"). It's time to get serious. I'm not training for a marathon. I know I could jog a marathon tomorrow. I'm training to qualify for Boston. And, yeah, maybe I could do that tomorrow, or next week, but I need to build up a good buffer in case I eat a cruddy cheesesteak the night before or trip over a frat boy by Dexter. Or drink too much beer in Manayunk. Or something.
It's going to be a good race and I have to give it my best, not only then, but until then too.
Rest day, but not for raccoons.
I have almost gotten rid of my cold completely. There was a fair bit of gunk in my throat and sinuses when I woke up, though, so after my morning shift, I chowed down, took the dog for a walk, studied a bit, and put the rest of my theoretical running time towards extending my nap. Nearly two hours total! Did me good.
Although, it's also perhaps why I'm kind of wired now, or maybe it's all that tea I was drinking at work. It seems that I'm drinking it more out of boredom than fatigue, though, so I might bring some green tea from home.
Anyhow, I have walked a fair bit today, probably 3.5 miles....and then I got home and let the dog out and it was so light! The sky was so light, I could see a fair bit of detail in my backyard, and it was almost like daylight. It was a little trippy.
So, despite the late hour, after eleven, I took the dog for another walk. He liked it. There's more to smell at that hour, I think. It was nice to be out with everything so quiet.
I looked up the moon phase on www.wunderground.com....I thought for sure it would be a full moon, but it's in fact a sliver. Guess that was an awful lot of light pollution, or perhaps some solar storms.
Well, anyway, tomorrow is speedwork and I might run the dog in the morning as well, depending on how I feel. Helps me loosen up for the speedwork later on too.
Although, it's also perhaps why I'm kind of wired now, or maybe it's all that tea I was drinking at work. It seems that I'm drinking it more out of boredom than fatigue, though, so I might bring some green tea from home.
Anyhow, I have walked a fair bit today, probably 3.5 miles....and then I got home and let the dog out and it was so light! The sky was so light, I could see a fair bit of detail in my backyard, and it was almost like daylight. It was a little trippy.
So, despite the late hour, after eleven, I took the dog for another walk. He liked it. There's more to smell at that hour, I think. It was nice to be out with everything so quiet.
I looked up the moon phase on www.wunderground.com....I thought for sure it would be a full moon, but it's in fact a sliver. Guess that was an awful lot of light pollution, or perhaps some solar storms.
Well, anyway, tomorrow is speedwork and I might run the dog in the morning as well, depending on how I feel. Helps me loosen up for the speedwork later on too.
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