Today was a good run.
Actually, getting to work was a mini run (again), but I'm trying not to count that, as painful as it is to tear myself out of bed that early. The job itself is fine, I just wish I could sleep in more. ah, well.
And then, after that job, came the real run. The dog and I jogged for 8.02 miles. It was a proper jog, leisurely and languid. I felt a little pressed for time, as I wanted a nap before my evening job, but I managed to keep things easy. I tinkered with my form a bit, as I usually do, trying to loosen things up here and there, and adjust things, and see how much bang I can get for my buck. IE, if picking up my feet slighly more quickly seems worth the effort, I'll experiment with that for a while, and then I'll concentrate on my hips, the tilt of my pelvis, or pushing off from the hip flexors, or maybe I'll concentrate on keeping my ankles loose, but not too loose, and keeping my footstrike soft, but not too soft, and then it's time to check out what my arms are doing, etc, etc, and I'm working on eradicating this weird head tilt I sometimes get, too. Stuff like that is usually good for several miles' worth of attention.
It was a very productive run today.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Slacking
Today is an easy day. Usually we jog about 4-10 miles on such a day.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get to sleep last night; fortunately, I had just my morning job. I felt sort of off, though, and definitely stiff during the physio (I'm not a physiotherapist or anything, but leading exercises is part of my morning job, which actually helps me out as much as them, I think). I felt sluggish in general.
Got home and grabbed the dog. I decided on a 6ish mile loop, and we set off...sort of. There was someone hawking something that wasn't readily explainable or understandable, some sort of insurance; she was approaching the porch as we exited the house. I asked my dog to sit and he quickly plunked his butt down. She continued to advance, but I warned her apologetically that he was not friendly with visitors and she stopped. He's obedient, but he really doesn't like strangers on our property (out on the street or wherever is fine), and whatever she was selling didn't seem 100% legit either. I didn't want to waste either my time or hers. She just stood there and I waited for her to leave for a few seconds, and then told her that I wasn't the owner of the house anyway. At that she left.
I'm not sure what it was about her, whether it was the lack of some sort of insignia that I recognized, or the randomness of the encounter, but I got a bad vibe. It probably bounced off her from my dog, though. LOL
Anyway, we trotted off and jogged for about 3 miles. I was stiff from yesterday, but the stretching and stick had helped. I wasn't as tight above the knee. After about three miles, I stopped to let him go poop (we're getting better at dealing with the Phantom Feces), and then I started up again, for maybe 10 metres. I wasn't injured or especially sore, but I didn't feel like running any more. I've already run 52 miles this week including today's run, good grief. This is one of my highest-mileage weeks. Tomorrow and Saturday will be easy runs, though, so I'm through the worst of it, and Sunday's long run won't be very long, either.
Anyway, we walked the rest of the way home. We dealt a bit with the leaf aversion issue, too--by the Canal, there were a few parts that were totally blanketed by leaves, so he had to walk on them. He's gotten much better about not bumping into me, but he's still fussy about walking on leaves.
I was still feeling kind of blah, and then my heart was lifted by a glorious sight: they've finally opened up the walkway between the Canal and the NAC parking garage or whatever it is...all summer long, we've had to jog into the road and around construction. I've been waiting for them to fix the issue and take the barricades down. It was a pretty small detour, but annoying because there isn't much space, some of the cars go pretty quickly there, and periodically there is a gala or something and picking my way through the well-heeled makes me feel so uncouth.
Strangely enough, as we returned home, we met someone else coming down the street, my great-aunt. Instead of some sketchy insurance, she offered to give us some flowering plants for the rock garden out front. Much better!
Unfortunately, I couldn't get to sleep last night; fortunately, I had just my morning job. I felt sort of off, though, and definitely stiff during the physio (I'm not a physiotherapist or anything, but leading exercises is part of my morning job, which actually helps me out as much as them, I think). I felt sluggish in general.
Got home and grabbed the dog. I decided on a 6ish mile loop, and we set off...sort of. There was someone hawking something that wasn't readily explainable or understandable, some sort of insurance; she was approaching the porch as we exited the house. I asked my dog to sit and he quickly plunked his butt down. She continued to advance, but I warned her apologetically that he was not friendly with visitors and she stopped. He's obedient, but he really doesn't like strangers on our property (out on the street or wherever is fine), and whatever she was selling didn't seem 100% legit either. I didn't want to waste either my time or hers. She just stood there and I waited for her to leave for a few seconds, and then told her that I wasn't the owner of the house anyway. At that she left.
I'm not sure what it was about her, whether it was the lack of some sort of insignia that I recognized, or the randomness of the encounter, but I got a bad vibe. It probably bounced off her from my dog, though. LOL
Anyway, we trotted off and jogged for about 3 miles. I was stiff from yesterday, but the stretching and stick had helped. I wasn't as tight above the knee. After about three miles, I stopped to let him go poop (we're getting better at dealing with the Phantom Feces), and then I started up again, for maybe 10 metres. I wasn't injured or especially sore, but I didn't feel like running any more. I've already run 52 miles this week including today's run, good grief. This is one of my highest-mileage weeks. Tomorrow and Saturday will be easy runs, though, so I'm through the worst of it, and Sunday's long run won't be very long, either.
Anyway, we walked the rest of the way home. We dealt a bit with the leaf aversion issue, too--by the Canal, there were a few parts that were totally blanketed by leaves, so he had to walk on them. He's gotten much better about not bumping into me, but he's still fussy about walking on leaves.
I was still feeling kind of blah, and then my heart was lifted by a glorious sight: they've finally opened up the walkway between the Canal and the NAC parking garage or whatever it is...all summer long, we've had to jog into the road and around construction. I've been waiting for them to fix the issue and take the barricades down. It was a pretty small detour, but annoying because there isn't much space, some of the cars go pretty quickly there, and periodically there is a gala or something and picking my way through the well-heeled makes me feel so uncouth.
Strangely enough, as we returned home, we met someone else coming down the street, my great-aunt. Instead of some sketchy insurance, she offered to give us some flowering plants for the rock garden out front. Much better!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It's getting to that point~
Nothing major, just, well...
I have chronic digestive issues which are or aren't helped (depending on how you look at it) by my favourite snack/study food ever: popcorn. I've had to make other long-term alterations to my diet these past few years and I've been pretty consistent with those, but I have a hard time tearing myself away from those fluffy little puffy strumpets of delight. However, limiting quantity and/or frequency seems to work. Sometimes I have to eliminate it altogether until things simmer down, but I've been doing pretty well. I think I eased off medication in April or May thereabouts, which was a big deal. The heat of summer is another trigger, and I'm happy that I made it through unaided.
However, I've been slipping up recently: more studying = more popcorn. And this additional popcorn has been colluding with other triggers, more stress, more running, and more stress. This has been creeping up this past week or so, but kind of really became apparent at tonight's speedwork session.
Soooo....it's getting to that point in training where I give up popcorn. I've done this the last few times I've trained for something important, and it helped, I think. I have about 1/3 of a bag of SmartFood left, and maybe one more downstairs, and then that's it for a while. I'll have to switch to something else, because I need to graze....I think I will go to Herb&Spice and buy some dried fruit or something wholesome. Or maybe I can get some dried seaweed somewhere.
Anyway, today I ran 15.18ish miles, not counting the .5 of a mile jogging to work this morning. I'm not counting that one because it sprung from poor planning/procrastination, etc. I should be properly chastised for it. LOL
After work, I jogged about 6 miles with the dog, to loosen up mainly. And that worked. I got some kinks out and felt better by the end of the run. Most of my runs seem to be recovery runs of this nature, actually. Nowadays, I'm especially working on my right quad, which is a little tight just above the knee in front. There's always some little thing slightly off, and it shifts around, so I'm not worried. Just have to stretch/yoga/roll regularly. I'm in a modified Hero Pose right now. Having a laptop permits simultaneous typing and torture, which is really quite convenient.
Then it was speedwork, and thank goodness for Gazelles 1 and 2 (I was definitely #3 this night)....it was a strangely tough workout and I really felt like quitting. Especially at one point. But they hauled my arse about the Hill with a minimum of mocking, and I'm very grateful to them.
2X1200M
5:07/@6:51/mile
4:57@6:38/mile (this one was too fast, in retrospect...)
3X800M (it was actually a bit longer, but close enough to not fuss about six-seven seconds less/mile. oops, I did look it up anyway...busted!)
3:22@6:44/mile
3:44@7:28/mile
3:25@6:50/mile
4X400
1:33@6:14/mile
1:32@6:10/mile
1:32@6:10/mile
1:34@6:18/mile (probably slowed down by Usain Bolt-ish victory celebration, lol)
Guess which one nearly had me crapping my pants? I started off with the others, and then there was a tremor in the force, and I felt it prudent to walk for a bit.
But, no. The same sort of thing had cut short a sprint workout a couple of weeks ago or so, and I felt sort of like a failure afterwards.
Instead of walking and FAILING, I kept going as fast as I could bear. The discomfort did not abate during the repeat, but after the rest interval, I felt pretty much back to normal. Thank goodness. I'm proud that I got through it without quitting; I wish my times/paces had been more consistent, but one can't have everything.
The problem sort of re-emerged during the 400M intervals, but it was ok. I was pretty tired at this point, so they probably wouldn't have been much faster, if at all, anyway.
Tomorrow will definitely be an easy day of running, and yin yoga in the evening. Meanwhile, I have gotten out of that Hero Pose--slowly!--that's the worst one for me, I think, which probably means that it's the most beneficial one. Kind of like the most tasty things, like popcorn, being the least beneficial. Funny how life works like that.
I have chronic digestive issues which are or aren't helped (depending on how you look at it) by my favourite snack/study food ever: popcorn. I've had to make other long-term alterations to my diet these past few years and I've been pretty consistent with those, but I have a hard time tearing myself away from those fluffy little puffy strumpets of delight. However, limiting quantity and/or frequency seems to work. Sometimes I have to eliminate it altogether until things simmer down, but I've been doing pretty well. I think I eased off medication in April or May thereabouts, which was a big deal. The heat of summer is another trigger, and I'm happy that I made it through unaided.
However, I've been slipping up recently: more studying = more popcorn. And this additional popcorn has been colluding with other triggers, more stress, more running, and more stress. This has been creeping up this past week or so, but kind of really became apparent at tonight's speedwork session.
Soooo....it's getting to that point in training where I give up popcorn. I've done this the last few times I've trained for something important, and it helped, I think. I have about 1/3 of a bag of SmartFood left, and maybe one more downstairs, and then that's it for a while. I'll have to switch to something else, because I need to graze....I think I will go to Herb&Spice and buy some dried fruit or something wholesome. Or maybe I can get some dried seaweed somewhere.
Anyway, today I ran 15.18ish miles, not counting the .5 of a mile jogging to work this morning. I'm not counting that one because it sprung from poor planning/procrastination, etc. I should be properly chastised for it. LOL
After work, I jogged about 6 miles with the dog, to loosen up mainly. And that worked. I got some kinks out and felt better by the end of the run. Most of my runs seem to be recovery runs of this nature, actually. Nowadays, I'm especially working on my right quad, which is a little tight just above the knee in front. There's always some little thing slightly off, and it shifts around, so I'm not worried. Just have to stretch/yoga/roll regularly. I'm in a modified Hero Pose right now. Having a laptop permits simultaneous typing and torture, which is really quite convenient.
Then it was speedwork, and thank goodness for Gazelles 1 and 2 (I was definitely #3 this night)....it was a strangely tough workout and I really felt like quitting. Especially at one point. But they hauled my arse about the Hill with a minimum of mocking, and I'm very grateful to them.
2X1200M
5:07/@6:51/mile
4:57@6:38/mile (this one was too fast, in retrospect...)
3X800M (it was actually a bit longer, but close enough to not fuss about six-seven seconds less/mile. oops, I did look it up anyway...busted!)
3:22@6:44/mile
3:44@7:28/mile
3:25@6:50/mile
4X400
1:33@6:14/mile
1:32@6:10/mile
1:32@6:10/mile
1:34@6:18/mile (probably slowed down by Usain Bolt-ish victory celebration, lol)
Guess which one nearly had me crapping my pants? I started off with the others, and then there was a tremor in the force, and I felt it prudent to walk for a bit.
But, no. The same sort of thing had cut short a sprint workout a couple of weeks ago or so, and I felt sort of like a failure afterwards.
Instead of walking and FAILING, I kept going as fast as I could bear. The discomfort did not abate during the repeat, but after the rest interval, I felt pretty much back to normal. Thank goodness. I'm proud that I got through it without quitting; I wish my times/paces had been more consistent, but one can't have everything.
The problem sort of re-emerged during the 400M intervals, but it was ok. I was pretty tired at this point, so they probably wouldn't have been much faster, if at all, anyway.
Tomorrow will definitely be an easy day of running, and yin yoga in the evening. Meanwhile, I have gotten out of that Hero Pose--slowly!--that's the worst one for me, I think, which probably means that it's the most beneficial one. Kind of like the most tasty things, like popcorn, being the least beneficial. Funny how life works like that.
rest day
Sort of...
I jogged to work again, lol, and probably walked an additional 4 miles. This isn't out of the ordinary: I usually walk a few miles a day to/from work, errands, etc. I'm only mentioning it now because I want to write about something other than the election. Whoops...
Anyway, I feel ok from yesterday, just a little stiff. Will take the stick to my legs before I go to sleep (soon!) So, I think I'll be good for the usual two-run Wednesday. will see.
My biggest problem right now is shoes. As in new shoes, as in in time for the marathon. Yes, I'm still waffling about that. This would be so simple, especially since my ex-local running store has a really nifty website....but they're in the US and I'm in Canada. However, this would be still be simple, except that the shoes I want are New Balance and New Balance has a chokehold on importation, so I have to cough up the extra $70 or whatever no matter what. uh. So, plan B is to buy the shoes in Philly and walk/run around in them for a few days...this is simple too, but what if they don't have my size at the local running store there? So, plan C is to order the shoes online and have them shipped to my father-in-law's....and why am I not jumping on this? Well, I'd hate to inconvenience my FIL and step-MIL any more; they're already letting me stay with them before the marathon. And breaking in new shoes a few days before a marathon is a little half-baked and I don't want them to know that I'm half-baked, or my ideas, at any rate. LOL.
Seriously, though, the first pair of those shoes were like clouds from the get-go, so I think plan C could work. Plan D is ask my step-MIL to mail the shoes to me, but I don't want to waste her time like that. Plan E is to bend over and give NB the extra $70 or whatever. Honestly, that's pretty much a 2nd set of shoes!!
I jogged to work again, lol, and probably walked an additional 4 miles. This isn't out of the ordinary: I usually walk a few miles a day to/from work, errands, etc. I'm only mentioning it now because I want to write about something other than the election. Whoops...
Anyway, I feel ok from yesterday, just a little stiff. Will take the stick to my legs before I go to sleep (soon!) So, I think I'll be good for the usual two-run Wednesday. will see.
My biggest problem right now is shoes. As in new shoes, as in in time for the marathon. Yes, I'm still waffling about that. This would be so simple, especially since my ex-local running store has a really nifty website....but they're in the US and I'm in Canada. However, this would be still be simple, except that the shoes I want are New Balance and New Balance has a chokehold on importation, so I have to cough up the extra $70 or whatever no matter what. uh. So, plan B is to buy the shoes in Philly and walk/run around in them for a few days...this is simple too, but what if they don't have my size at the local running store there? So, plan C is to order the shoes online and have them shipped to my father-in-law's....and why am I not jumping on this? Well, I'd hate to inconvenience my FIL and step-MIL any more; they're already letting me stay with them before the marathon. And breaking in new shoes a few days before a marathon is a little half-baked and I don't want them to know that I'm half-baked, or my ideas, at any rate. LOL.
Seriously, though, the first pair of those shoes were like clouds from the get-go, so I think plan C could work. Plan D is ask my step-MIL to mail the shoes to me, but I don't want to waste her time like that. Plan E is to bend over and give NB the extra $70 or whatever. Honestly, that's pretty much a 2nd set of shoes!!
Monday, October 13, 2008
2nd last killer long run
I think there must be some amazing renovations going on now, at the cellular and tissue level, because I totally tore the house down today. Man!
I knew I wasn't going to be in for a picnic....yesterday's run was fun, but it also took a fair bit out of me. 12 miles on low sleep, and about 5 of them were a bit faster than my marathon pace...so, not really fast on their own, but fast enough considering all other factors. Still, it was a great day to run, and then I ate and napped a lot.
And then, today, the big day. After work, I ate a...well, something! I can't remember. It was so long ago. And then the dog and I headed out. It's a bit warm and clammy for my taste, but it was ok for us. He had a few pit stops, but was mostly not a butt. We ended up doing about 10.3 miles, and then I popped him in the house, knocked back a gel, a banana, and some soda (not the most efficient way to fuel, but I hate carrying stuff and if I have to go back into the house because of the dog anyway...ehhh...), and headed back out asap. It was another mile and a bit to the Canal, and then the fun began. No dog, no lights, almost none of the usual stuff that slows me down, except for tourists.
We were supposed to do 15K slower than race pace and then 15 at race pace. Well, I'd sort of screwed that pooch already, being a couple of miles tardy, and I was pretty tired. My legs were stiff.
I told myself something like "Hey, man, you can move your butt for nine miles at 8:20ish/mile. It's not a tempo run. It's not a 1/2 marathon. It's going to be easy. Hey, it's only 3 miles...three times..." Notice that I cut off that last .3ish of a mile. Oh, well.
So, I started, and I struggled with finding the right pace. Too fast, too slow, too fast, too slow...I never fell into the groove. My legs hurt, but uniformly all over, so that didn't bother me. I just couldn't get into the swing of 8:2X a mile. It averaged out well, but I was usually travelling around 8:00/mile or well over. Fortunately, all this fussing about made things go pretty quickly, and then suddenly I had just 4 miles to go. I was tired, so I decided to just run and end it. It ended up being a bit faster than desired, but that's ok. Great, in fact---this run seemed to be mostly about confidence, and I did better than I'd expected.
My MP miles:
8:29,
8:23,
8:24,
8:22,
8:23,
8:19,
8:13,
8:15,
8:08
I need 8:26/mile to qualify for Boston.
And then I jogged/walked a bit, and then there was a mile left to go home, and I'd had enough of running. It was 21.1 miles by that point. And, hey, I'm going to count it too, for a total of 22.1. That last mile took forever. It was especially hard because some people had set out garbage for tomorrow, and there were a few sofas out there. Tempting!
So, yeah, I think I pushed myself a bit over the edge today, but that's good once in a while. Now work, my little cellular minions!
I knew I wasn't going to be in for a picnic....yesterday's run was fun, but it also took a fair bit out of me. 12 miles on low sleep, and about 5 of them were a bit faster than my marathon pace...so, not really fast on their own, but fast enough considering all other factors. Still, it was a great day to run, and then I ate and napped a lot.
And then, today, the big day. After work, I ate a...well, something! I can't remember. It was so long ago. And then the dog and I headed out. It's a bit warm and clammy for my taste, but it was ok for us. He had a few pit stops, but was mostly not a butt. We ended up doing about 10.3 miles, and then I popped him in the house, knocked back a gel, a banana, and some soda (not the most efficient way to fuel, but I hate carrying stuff and if I have to go back into the house because of the dog anyway...ehhh...), and headed back out asap. It was another mile and a bit to the Canal, and then the fun began. No dog, no lights, almost none of the usual stuff that slows me down, except for tourists.
We were supposed to do 15K slower than race pace and then 15 at race pace. Well, I'd sort of screwed that pooch already, being a couple of miles tardy, and I was pretty tired. My legs were stiff.
I told myself something like "Hey, man, you can move your butt for nine miles at 8:20ish/mile. It's not a tempo run. It's not a 1/2 marathon. It's going to be easy. Hey, it's only 3 miles...three times..." Notice that I cut off that last .3ish of a mile. Oh, well.
So, I started, and I struggled with finding the right pace. Too fast, too slow, too fast, too slow...I never fell into the groove. My legs hurt, but uniformly all over, so that didn't bother me. I just couldn't get into the swing of 8:2X a mile. It averaged out well, but I was usually travelling around 8:00/mile or well over. Fortunately, all this fussing about made things go pretty quickly, and then suddenly I had just 4 miles to go. I was tired, so I decided to just run and end it. It ended up being a bit faster than desired, but that's ok. Great, in fact---this run seemed to be mostly about confidence, and I did better than I'd expected.
My MP miles:
8:29,
8:23,
8:24,
8:22,
8:23,
8:19,
8:13,
8:15,
8:08
I need 8:26/mile to qualify for Boston.
And then I jogged/walked a bit, and then there was a mile left to go home, and I'd had enough of running. It was 21.1 miles by that point. And, hey, I'm going to count it too, for a total of 22.1. That last mile took forever. It was especially hard because some people had set out garbage for tomorrow, and there were a few sofas out there. Tempting!
So, yeah, I think I pushed myself a bit over the edge today, but that's good once in a while. Now work, my little cellular minions!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
SUNDAY
I got about 5.5 hrs of sleep...didn't feel like getting up. Not sure what it was about work that revved me up so that I didn't fall asleep until close to 3. I've stopped drinking their coffee, and I switched to my own green tea, and nothing exciting happened either...in fact, I felt lethargic pretty much the whole shift. And then 11 pm rolled around and suddenly I was wide awake. It might be the air in there. Or lack of. Anyway, I wanted to sleep in. Since we were going to the cottage later in the morning, though, I knew that if I didn't get up and run with the group, I wouldn't run at all. Which would be ok, but I'd already decided that Tuesday would be a rest day, and not Sunday, lol. So I scraped myself off the bed at the last possible minute. I drank a cup of soymilk, that was all I had time for.
I knew I wouldn't do the long-long run, and I felt bad leaving one of my marathon buddies to do it all on his own. Neo-gazelle #1 was away too. I was actually going to run maybe 10K easy, but the weather was great and somehow I got more energy and I ended up hanging with Neo-gazelle #2 for about five miles, which were faster than my marathon pace but it felt fine. Very encouraging, especially after my tempo run attempt yesterday. Then I left him and went back home. 12.09 miles in total.
I will attempt the long run tomorrow. It's supposed to be 30K, with 15K at race pace. I'm a little freaked out, mainly because I'm not really feeling what race pace is supposed to feel like. 8:20ish a mile??? That just doesn't fit in with anything. Either I run more quickly or more slowly. 1/2 marathon pace is something I don't have to think about, same with speedwork...but I've been pretty poor at pacing for marathons (and 10ks, lol)....this time should be a little easier because the pace is perhaps a little conservative, so I can relax a little more. I guess I just have to coast around and see how my breathing and everything else feels when I'm moving at around 8:20/mile. And then remember on race day that all the excitement will jack that up, anyway, so I have to move more slowly than it feels like I should. Lesson #434 learnt the hard way.
At any rate, I'm going to try to be more consistent with my workouts. I've been good until this week, but it seems like I'm starting to mix things up, cut things short here, do more there, run faster one day because it feels good, and then slog through the next tough workout, if not cut it short....not good.
I knew I wouldn't do the long-long run, and I felt bad leaving one of my marathon buddies to do it all on his own. Neo-gazelle #1 was away too. I was actually going to run maybe 10K easy, but the weather was great and somehow I got more energy and I ended up hanging with Neo-gazelle #2 for about five miles, which were faster than my marathon pace but it felt fine. Very encouraging, especially after my tempo run attempt yesterday. Then I left him and went back home. 12.09 miles in total.
I will attempt the long run tomorrow. It's supposed to be 30K, with 15K at race pace. I'm a little freaked out, mainly because I'm not really feeling what race pace is supposed to feel like. 8:20ish a mile??? That just doesn't fit in with anything. Either I run more quickly or more slowly. 1/2 marathon pace is something I don't have to think about, same with speedwork...but I've been pretty poor at pacing for marathons (and 10ks, lol)....this time should be a little easier because the pace is perhaps a little conservative, so I can relax a little more. I guess I just have to coast around and see how my breathing and everything else feels when I'm moving at around 8:20/mile. And then remember on race day that all the excitement will jack that up, anyway, so I have to move more slowly than it feels like I should. Lesson #434 learnt the hard way.
At any rate, I'm going to try to be more consistent with my workouts. I've been good until this week, but it seems like I'm starting to mix things up, cut things short here, do more there, run faster one day because it feels good, and then slog through the next tough workout, if not cut it short....not good.
SATURDAY
I ran 9.72. Several miles of jogging, then an aborted tempo run, then several more miles of jogging.
The tempo run was supposed to be on Friday, but I felt too rushed for it then. Yes, tempo runs are 'rushed', but I like to take my time easing into them. So I postponed it a day, figuring that I'd probably not get enough sleep on Saturday to do my long run on Sunday, thus postponing that to Monday....thus, there would be an easy day between the tempo run and the long run, as originally planned, and all this would still leave enough recovery time to get a good stab at Wednesday's speedwork.
Well, I coasted for a while, then started the tempo portion, and my legs were suddenly stiff. I could move, but not much faster than my recent 1/2 marathon, and it felt much worse. Last Wednesday's workout had been pretty tough, and still somewhat a tempo workout already, so I figured to cut the run short and save myself for the long run.
It was a nice day for running, at any rate.
The tempo run was supposed to be on Friday, but I felt too rushed for it then. Yes, tempo runs are 'rushed', but I like to take my time easing into them. So I postponed it a day, figuring that I'd probably not get enough sleep on Saturday to do my long run on Sunday, thus postponing that to Monday....thus, there would be an easy day between the tempo run and the long run, as originally planned, and all this would still leave enough recovery time to get a good stab at Wednesday's speedwork.
Well, I coasted for a while, then started the tempo portion, and my legs were suddenly stiff. I could move, but not much faster than my recent 1/2 marathon, and it felt much worse. Last Wednesday's workout had been pretty tough, and still somewhat a tempo workout already, so I figured to cut the run short and save myself for the long run.
It was a nice day for running, at any rate.
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