I am a day late in reporting in, but Monday got away from me.
I found a funny mole on my husband’s back over the weekend so that meant I had to get him in to see the Dermatologist on Monday morning to have it removed. Thankfully, the dermatologist didn’t think it was bad but took it off anyway.
But back to Sunday. I finally got out for my long run in the mid-afternoon. I headed east for the first time in forever and ran out 3.5 km and back. 7 km done! The wind was in my face on the way out and to my back on the way home and somehow I ended up with a few negative split kilometers by the end.
Overall pace was a bit faster than the last two weeks and I felt it in my legs a bit. I have to remember to try to keep these longer runs slower!
After a wonderful evening with my best friend and her partner, after eating prime rib and Yorkshire pudding and 3.5 bottles of wine among us, I woke up Sunday morning with a slight hangover and a tummy that was not happy about all the food. I hate to get graphic but I had a very upset tummy that morning, well actually, more like in the middle of the night, reminiscent of the stomach flu but thankfully no vomiting.
Remember, hubby and I have been on a healthy eating kick. We have small dinners of protein and veggies, no dessert and no booze. My system clearly didn’t appreciate the high fat and alcohol all at the same time. So Sunday morning came and I was like, “Long run? Not a chance.”
Instead we took the kids out and ended up at an aquarium store. A couple of hours later, we came home with a companion for our mama crayfish, a new aquarium for the two and a fire eel!!!!
Mama crayfish is the red/orange one. Royal blue crayfish is her new companion. The rainbow pebbles were chosen by our daughter.
We found the eel hiding under this rock a few hours after putting him in the tank. He is a bottom dweller and likes to hide. I think his little snout sticking out is super cute.
So it was around 5:30pm when we were done setting up the homes of our new family members and I decided it was now or never to run. So I suited up and forced myself to go out. I’m so glad I did. Though it was super slow, it felt great to be back out there pounding the pavement. I didn’t increase the distance too much, I had planned 6.7 km (10% increase from last week), but finished at 6.5 km due to general fatigue. Still, it’s in the books and I feel good about it overall.
In an effort to blog more often I decided to make Mondays my accountability day, specifically in regards to the weekly long run. So, every Monday from now on, I will post about the long run I did the Sunday before.
Now, I am by no means a great runner but over the past two years I have seen the benefit of incorporating a weekly long run into my schedule. One of my major goals for 2017 is to run more consistently (ideally injury free!) and maybe, just maybe run a spring half-marathon.
So yesterday was the first Sunday that I felt well enough to start the long runs again. It was only 6 km but it was enough. I started out slow and kept it slow – for me that’s a pace between 7:40-8:00 min/km. I was able to stick to my 1 km run: 100 m walk for most of run and only stopped to jog on the spot for a couple of traffic lights.
It was very cold, -9˚C without the wind, and with the wind, well if felt more like -15˚C. I bundled up with a balaclava, a toque and a fleece neck warmer. I had winter running pants on underneath windbreaker track pants, a long sleeved winter running top with a short sleeve as well. My fleece lined running jacket rounded out the outfit and I was off.
Overall it was a pretty decent run. I kept warm for the most part and the sun shining certainly helped. I completed 6.1 km in 47:37 for an average pace of 7:43 min/km. Not too bad for the first long run of 2017.
I’ve started training for a 16 km (10 mile) race. It’s in mid-September and since the half-marathon last fall, I have really fallen off track with my cross training. I don’t think I picked up a weight in 6 months and my running took the toll. Everything just felt harder to do and the muscles got soft.
After the three races I ran in June I felt like I was finally back on track, so I signed up for the 16km race. I also started weight training again as part of my cross training. We don’t have that many weights at home and I don’t have time to go to a gym (you know, full time job and 3 kids) so I have to work with what I’ve got. Husband and I have talked for years about converting our garage to a gym and maybe one day we’ll do it. In the meantime, I’m happy to use my free weights. I know it isn’t a lot of weight but for what I need for it to do it’s working well.
This time around I am also going to make more of an effort to incorporate hill training and speed workouts. Hill training involves running up a hill repeatedly (fun, right?). My first session last week saw me do three hill repeats. The hill is about 200 m long and I have no idea what the incline is but it felt steep. I’ve heard the hills should be 400 m long but again, working with what’s in my neighborhood. Every week I will try to add 1-2 more repeats.
As for the speed workouts, this is a warm up of 5 min followed by 7-8 sets of 1 min sprint and 2 min recovery periods, ending with a 5 min cool down. Ideally I would like to see these runs clocking in around 7 min/km or less. This time last year I was running pretty consistently under 7 min/km except on the long runs. I know my body can do it, it just needs to remember how and that’s why I think the weights will help.
Last week I had a specialized physical exam as part of my training for a new part-time job at a medical facility. This included an exercise stress test and body fat analysis. It was very interesting being on the other side of the examination table. They calculated my BMI at 23.1 with a 28% body fat composition. I was pretty happy with those numbers, even though I know they don’t mean a hell of a lot. Still, the message I got was that running is working for me. I’m back in a good space with running and I hope it keeps up.
I haven’t written lately about the running. I think this is mostly because I’m afraid of jinxing myself.
While I was off on vacation in cottage country, I did a few short 3-4 km trail runs. The area we were in was pretty hilly so I did walk most of the hills. My endurance sucked but the previous weeks’ rest overall helped the groin injury.
When we returned from vacation I set out for a slow 6 km run to test the legs. And man, was it ever slow!! My groin did ache a little bit right at the end but the pain never persisted. I was very, very cautiously optimistic. I stretched after the run and foam rolled and hoped for the best. I also added back another short run of 3-4 km during the week. And the groin cooperated.
My next long run was 9 km. Again, I felt pretty good for most of it but the groin ache kicked in around 8 km. While it was frustrating to experience that ache again, it was also reassuring that it only happened near the end of the run. It’s the little things, right?
The following week’s long run was 12 km. No groin pain, just a little bit of lower back stiffness at the very end. Last week, I ran twice during the week; a steady 3.5 km run and then a 5.1 km run.
Yesterday, I set out for 15 km. My girlfriend had just given me a new running shirt for my birthday and I was excited to wear it.
I ran all the way downtown and back. Around 13 km, I started getting real tired and hungry! Thank goodness for traffic lights. I was able to stretch my legs at the red lights. In the end I completed 16 km and felt pretty darn good.
Today, not so much. Today, everything hurts, even my upper body from supporting myself while foam rolling my legs. Oy. I can’t quite tell if it’s the good muscle soreness or the groin injury rearing its ugly head. I leaning towards the good muscle soreness.
I also realized that I should probably take the next day off work after the half marathon.
A few days ago I decided to give myself another challenge.
I am going to run 10km before going back to work on April 1.
In the past week, I have suddenly found this amazing groove where I can run non-stop for close to 40 minutes. I don’t know where it came from but I am loving it. My cardiovascular endurance has improved so much in the past two years, even with the pregnancy. To think I could barely run a minute or two before getting completely winded. Now, the only thing that hurts when I run for 30+ minutes are my legs, not my lungs.
So, when I ran that 5km non-stop last week it gave me the desire to run more, to run longer. I consulted with some of my friends and acquaintances who run and they directed me to a few websites where I could pick up some tips on training for 10 km.
Most of my friends run races and have always asked me to sign up. I just don’t have that desire to run a race. I don’t need that kind of specific endpoint for my running. I have the drive and determination to run because I like the way it makes me feel and I like the changes it makes to my body. I just don’t need to accumulate race medals. What I do need is an outlet to exorcise my demons and my stresses. And that is what running does for me.
So, my official unofficial non-race related 10km training program begins.
Wednesdays I designated as hill training, but today Mother Nature had other plans and dumped about 20 cm (~6 inches) of snow. It’s been snowing for almost 12 hours non-stop. I spent the morning deciding if I was going to run. I decided I had to, because if I can run in snow, I can run in anything.
It wasn’t a long run, only 2 km, but I “ran” straight for 20 minutes. I say, “ran”, because it wasn’t really running, what I was doing. It was more like a knee-high workout. By the end my calves and ankles were screaming in pain and my quadriceps were quivering.