So the last week since I posted last has been a busy one. My little baby boy turned 4 and we had a fun little party and work has been crazy busy, trying to build out 4g networks across the Rocky Mountains. Running has been progressing as well, which I am both excited about and terrified of what I got myself into, trying to run a half marathon.
So last Saturday was my long run, which I put off the week prior. Not knowing, but I guess I am stacking these two together week after week, so this past week it was 75 minutes, this upcoming week 95 minutes. I guess I was supposed to do these every other week, but my fault…I took a week off to recover from traveling, therefore I must be punished…Ha!
So the run of 75 minutes was the morning of my sons birthday party. My wife called me crazy due to all of the other work I had to do around the yard for the party, but a training regimen is a training regimen, right?
My goal setting out was to get something close to 7 plus miles. I had no idea of how far I could go, given that my last long run was at sea level and two weeks prior. I set out pretty easy and the weather was perfect. It was sunny, clear and about 65 degrees with not a hint of a breeze. At around 1 mile, a puddle had formed at the base of a field and it was like glass.
To make sure I didn’t focus too much on pace, speed or times, I shut off the feedback on my iPhone Nike+ app. This would make me guess how my time was going as it related to distance, since all I cared about was minutes, not miles. I had no ambitions to beat my time in D.C. as I had 15 more minutes to run and I was 6,500 feet higher.
As you can see from the pace, it dropped off pretty evenly, even up and down the hills. It wasn’t until I got to mile 4 did it cross the 10’00” pace and I really don’t care. Again, I was doing a time based run and while I wanted to break 7 miles, if I didn’t and still got to 75 minutes, C’est la vie.
When I look at my splits, I was pretty impressed that the times from 5-7 didn’t really fall off that much. While they are the barn burning pace that I see other people logging, lets see them haul 225 pounds around at this pace.
So the run was pretty much a success in my mind. Once I got home and saw that I had run almost a full mile farther than my 60 minute run, I was pretty damn excited. Thrilled. Pumped. 7.41 miles at an average pace of 10’07”, not too shabby.
Then the yard work happened and I had to move picnic tables and mow and set up the bounce house. Sigh. I was done by the end of the day.
Tonight was an easy 45 minute run, with some extra effort for 800 yards 3 times…yet Wyoming was not on my side. When I got home the winds were averaging 34 mph, but I was resolved to run. So what, I might have a head wind heading out, but think of that tail wind, right?
So when I took off, I was in the neighborhood and the wind was blocked by the houses for the most part. I turned down the main drag and poof, wind. We are talking about 20-30 mph that pulls the air from your lungs faster than you can breath in…sigh. Well, I was committed and undeterred, or just committable. Either way, I was running my damn 45 minutes.
I actually forgot to turn back on the feedback tools, which I was a bit bummed about, but with this wind, I was hoping to just finish, let alone worry about time. The first 2 miles had the head wind, and then the oddest thing happened. It was like someone hit the level and turned off the wind for the last 0.5ish miles. Damn. No tail wind for me. I didn’t have a breath of anything coming back which didn’t really upset as much as confuse.
My pace chart looks nearly identical to my long run from Saturday. It sort of shows my dips in pace where I took it easy, however my faster paces barely register. I blame the scale, because I know I was pushing myself on those occasions. Maybe not hard enough, but I was still trying to figure out what happened to the wind.
When I got home and looked at the pace and distance, I was a little disappointed that my times dipped below 10’00” so early, yet mile one and two against the wind were pretty decent. I think I pushed too hard given the elements, which showed up later in my speed, but again, minutes…not miles. 4.65 miles with an average pace of 9’40”. I will take that given the wind and being so late in the day.
Where I am at..in my head
Every once and a while, I tend to get critical of myself or simply do a sanity check. This is sort of a perspective about where I see myself compared to my goals and try to be truly critical, but not too harsh. I did that a lot during this past few days.
I must say that our new Bob Harper Skinny Rules diet is working, yet I am less than thrilled about the meals. I simply cannot stand most veggies and this is nearly all about eating veggies. My wife joked that I have probably eaten more in a week than my previous 43 years and she isn’t lying.
Results so far…10 pounds lost in one week.
Do I feel any better? A little. I have also cut back to 1 diet soda a day, compared to 5-10 previously. The lack of caffeine I think is affecting my energy, but slowly it is returning. I don’t think I can ever get rid of that one, no sense in really trying. Why I think someone needs to come out with caffeinated beer…then no problem’o.
As for my running, I think I am improving my capacity and mental toughness needed to run these distances. This upcoming 95 minute run might be a stretch, but hell, who would have though in 3 weeks I would have gone from 40 minutes to 75 minutes at roughly the same pace.
I just hope my body keeps up with my head. We will see.