Glass City Training- Week 9

Another week of Glass City training in the books. I’m happy to report that the past week has left me feeling pretty strong and motivated to dominate the last month and a half of training. The absolute best thing about this past week was the number of outdoor miles that I was able to log #suckitwinter . Gosh it makes such a big difference for me.

Oh oh and the most important part…..Whole30 is over!!! Post to come on my overall experience with the Whole30 at some point. At the end of the day I am super happy and proud that the hubby and I tackled and dominated it. We both will be incorporating some elements of the program ongoing but have no intention of keeping the whole thing going….um hello I need wine and cheese in my life. As a runner I found it very difficult to keep my carb ratio up where it needed to be and I felt that in a lot of my workouts #teamcarbs .

Week 9 Glass City Training

Monday: Rest

Tuesday: Speedwork – 10:00 warm, 6 x (2:00 @ 7:00 pace/2:30 active recovery), cool. Total distance ended up being 6 miles with an overall pace of 8:31.
Conditions: Outside AM, chilly
Fuel: Gu before, water
Thoughts: Loved this workout, felt super strong and felt pretty easy, looking forward to upping the distance on my repeats next week. Loved running solo and having my music to help push me.

Wednesday: Recovery- 40 min (9:31 pace)
Conditions: Treadmill PM
Fuel: None
Thoughts: Get me off this damn treadmill.

Thursday: Foundation- 4.75 miles (9:28 pace)
Conditions: Treadmill PM
Fuel: None
Thoughts: Wow, I actually don’t hate the TM today.

Friday: Whatever the hell I felt like running run- 4.50 miles (8:27 pace)
Conditions: Outside PM, cold
Fuel: Banana, water
Thoughts: Legs felt great despite running 4 days in a row, can’t remember the last time I did that. Loved being outside even though there were still some scattered icy patches.

Saturday: Rest, wine and the new Will Smith movie. My kind of rest day.

Sunday: Fast Finish Long run- 10 miles (overall 8:48 pace w/ last 4 at 8:15ish pace)
Conditions: Outside AM, gorgeous weather, sunny low 30s
Fuel: Bagel w/PB before, GU during, no water (forgot my bottle)
Thoughts: Had my favorite girls Marcie and Amy with me along with Andrea and Marion for a bit. Still lots of ice on the OT that we had to shimmy across at times. Miles flew by per usual with these girls. Great way to end a pretty solid week of miles.

Total mileage: 29.45 miles

xo

My first 13.1

Spoiler alert….I ran 13.1 miles last Sunday. I ran them fastish (for me). I ran them smart and I probably ran every single one of them with a ridiculous grin on my face. I can honestly say that I loved every minute of that race. Everything went on plan, to schedule and my body responded the way I hoped and prayed it would.

It was no secret that Carly and I’s goal was to finish in sub 2. A goal that seemed trivial and irrelevant in light of the horror that unfolded the Monday before. Although we both were pumped x 1000 and so amped for this race, a part of us almost felt guilty for the giddiness and excitement.  We both strived to lay everything out on that course and run strong for Boston. Still shaken and saddened by the attacks come race day morning, we pinned our blue and yellow ribbons on and took our first strides in memory of all affected.

The weather was beautiful….sunny, high 40s and zero wind. The course was absolutely gorgeous and predominately flat. It was an out and back course with the start and finish on the track at Kenyon College. The only hill was just shy of the first mile marker with the first 3 miles running thru campus and some residential areas. Once we split from the 4 milers we hit the bike trail for the remaining 9+ miles. We were running thru dense woods, over bridges spanning sparkling rivers and streams with nothing but rolling green hills all around. Once we hit the bike trail we really got in our groove and were nailing our pace mile after mile. I had some Chomps at mile 5, passed on the Hammer Gel that was handed out at mile 8, more Chomps at mile 10 and threw some Gatorade up my nose somewhere along the way. The first 5 miles I was obsessing over my watch, glancing every 5 seconds paranoid we were running way too fast and couldn’t hang on. Our initial plan was to run the first 6 relatively conservatively, ramp up a bit mile 6-10 and then kick it into gear once we hit 10. Did we do that? Uh, not really. Did we crash and burn and go out way too fast? Nope, didn’t do that either. Did we hang on and surprise the shit out of ourselves. Hell to the yes.

Carly and I stayed together the entire time and finished within one second of each other. 1:57:03 (moi) and 1:57:04 (Carly).

1 1.00  9:19

2 1.00 8:57

3 1.00 8:33

4 1.00 8:40

5 1.00 8:58

6 1.00 9:16

7 1.00 8:51

8 1.00 8:40

9 1.00 9:01

10 1.00 8:53

11 1.00 9:04

12  1.00 8:50

13  1.00 8:42

14  0.18 7:44

1:57:04 13.18 8:53 (Garmin)

1:57:03 official chip time

10th AG (30-39), 111 overall

Proud doesn’t even begin to sum it up. Carly ended up shaving 19 minutes off of her old PR. Still so excited for her. Running with the little sis is such a blessing. I couldn’t have done it without her.

More pictures to come…..

Don’t call it a comeback…

So remember all these silly “D” words running thru my head a couple weeks ago….doubt, despair, dread, death march?? I take it all back.

Given the fact that my 9 mile jaunt two weeks ago was absolutely tortuous….I was petrified going into my first (ever!) 10 miler yesterday. My confidence was shot and I was also coming back from an unexpected 5 mile week due to some wretched illness. Needless to say, “pumped” was the furthest thing from my current vocabulary.

Then something magical happened.

I ran 10 miles.

I ran 10 miles and I felt amazing. I felt strong, I felt confident and I felt like I was holding back vs. secretly wanting to trade places with the 3 year old in front of me comfortably riding in his little bike trailer. “Dude, there’s totally enough room for me in your sweet ride…wait up!”

Although I originally had an 11 mile run in my training sched, the 5 mile week sort of derailed that plan. So, 10 miles it is. The farthest I have ever run and the furthest I will have ever run come race day morning.

Funny thing is I’ve never been so ready to tackle 13.1 and make it my bitch.

14 days and counting….let’s do it.

Week 9 mileage: 5 miles

Week 10 mileage: 23 miles

D is for Doubt

Exactly four weeks until judgment day…

…and for the very first time, I’m starting to get nervous. Every training cycle has its ups and downs. As runners we all have amazingly endorphin riddled dream runs and we also have those shitty never ending death marches. The past eight weeks I have been coasting along with seemingly no hiccups. I haven’t had any wrenches thrown at my feet aside from a predictably unpredictable Ohio winter. I’ve been feeling strong, capable and blindly ambitious. I had not one doubt in my head that I could finish 13.1 miles.

All of that came to a crashing halt on Saturday.

Saturday was my long run of nine miles, the longest I’ve ever run. I hate to admit this but it was a struggle. I am chalking it up to the fact that I was sick Thursday and Friday and was still on the rebound. With less than stellar health and not to mention caloric intake, it was hardly the ideal setup.

By mile six I could barely maintain a 10 minute mile. That’s kind of an issue when your goal pace is 9:05. I really had to dig deep to hang in there and that scared me. How could I maintain with four more miles to go? What if I feel this crappy on race day? Where the hell did this cramp come from? Why didn’t I pee before I left? Where the hell is a water fountain? What is this bum smoking? Do you think he’s got some Gatorade? All of these questions were bombarding my brain, riddling me with regret, weakness and worst of all fear. Because shit, if I can’t stick it out now…I’m toast.

This week will be better. It must be better.

Fingers crossed this is the last negative post for awhile. Let’s get back to pumped up, running is love, I will dominate this Jess. K? I kind of miss her.

 

Week 8 mileage: 21.1 miles