It's amazing what your mind and body can do when given enough time to be trained and adjusted.
Last December I entered my first half marathon. It was an awesome experience but I felt completely exhausted afterwards. I had followed a 14-week training plan that, at most, had me run 11 miles for my longest run.
During my HM, about two-thirds through, I had injured my foot. It was sore and a bit swollen afterwards. I had to take about a month off to let it heal and by then, the thought of running was the furthest thing from my mind. I enjoyed not running for awhile, not having to follow a strict regimen of specific mileage on specific days and running routes that were just brutal (mainly because of the horrible scenery). It was hard to get motivated into running when I wasn't training for anything.
Months and months later, I'm running again, but it's different. Everything feels different now. First, I'm following a full marathon training schedule and it may be a marathon that I may not actually get to run. That uncertainty isn't really a factor. I'm not even looking forward to running the event. I mean, if I do get the opportunity to run it, I will, but it's not my main motivation for running right now.
Last week as part of marathon training schedule, I was to run 13 miles. Basically a half marathon distance. Leading up to that day of training the number itself seemed daunting. A half marathon distance? I recalled how awful I felt running that HM. I was afraid what was going to happen. Was I going to injure myself again?
So the day came. Leading up to that day I had run some miles in progressively faster times. I was really amazing myself with the pace I was running and I was afraid of starting out too quick on my long run day and petering out too fast. It was 6 am on a damp Sunday morning. The temperature was 12 Celsius - nice running weather. I had planned my route and it was pretty straightforward for me to remember.
And off I went. The first 5 miles were difficult. I wasn't sure why, but they just were. I had planned to take walking breaks at miles 5, 9, and 12...basically breaks at 5 miles, 4 miles and 3 miles. I wasn't sure what to expect from the weather and how my body was going to react to the cool weather and the higher mileage. During the first 5 miles I had caught myself trying to go too fast and purposely kept slowing myself down. I think that was what made it so difficult because my legs wanted to go faster but my brain kept telling me to slow down. Also for the first time, as I hit mile 5 for my first break, I found myself actually hungry. I had never been hungry before while running and it was odd. Good think I packed those gels because I scarfed it down and I've never been a fan of strawberry-banana flavoured gels!
After the break, I got back on pace. I have the hardest time getting back on pace after a break. It's like my body doesn't want to go back to running or wants to take another break soon after. But everything was feeling really good. So good that when mile 9 came I had plenty left in the tank and decided to delay my break until mile 10. When mile 10 hit, I got hungry AGAIN! I scarfed down another gel but I was still hungry! I had also brought some sport beans along and I downed the entire pack without breaking pace!
I pretty much cruised the next 3.1 miles (hey if you're going to run 13 miles, you might as well run the extra 0.1 miles and make it a true HM distance, right?), and just missed finishing 13.1 under a 10:00 min/mile pace by 5 seconds per mile.
The odd thing was that I felt better after this training run than I did after my HM event. Obviously the build-up of miles had a lot to do with it, but not being pressured or feeling pressure and having a different mindset during my training run also had something to do with it. Yeah, the leg muscles feel sore, but this run was more enjoyable afterwards than my HM. As much as I had a sense of accomplishment running my HM, I felt more accomplished being able to run the same distance as a training run...I definitely got more enjoyment out of it, which is odd for someone who dreads the long runs.
In the past month I actually felt like a runner, rather than someone who is trying to be a runner. My pace has been getting faster, my distance have been getting longer. Something in my body has flipped a switch. I know that the weather has been getting cooler which definitely has helped in my endurance and speed, but I'm amazed at how my body has reacted to the mileage. I was expecting it to revolt and remind me that I'm not a runner...but right now it's telling me, I'm with you all the way.
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2009 Goals and the Marathon Dilemma
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
After hitting almost all my modest goals for the 2008, I'm approaching 2009 with some more aggressive goals. The main goal is a marathon, which I'll get to.
I'm planning to do more 10Ks (i actually didn't do any this year) and possibly a half marathon. I did a few 5Ks this year which were fun but I'm hoping to do some longer distance events next year, not so much to actually win them, but to do some events at the intermediate and longer distances.
I'm pretty confident I can get a PR at the 5K distance since my 5K times have been gradually improving so it's not out of reach. As much as that's a nice accomplishment I do want to do a marathon. My half marathon this year was such a great time and I had quite a sense of accomplishment afterwards, but I want to experience running a marathon.
Actually one of the goals this year for both Christine and I was to do the Walt Disney World Marathon in January, but that pretty much went out the window when we discovered we had a baby on the way that was due in February! :) Theoretically I could have still done it, but Christine wouldn't have been able to travel. I was hoping to be able to do a marathon this year, but because of all our adjusted plans, there wasn't enough time for me to properly train for one so that's been tabled 'til '09.
Which leads me to....what marathon do I want to run for my first marathon? I am pretty much contemplating 2 possible choices: one would be the Chicago Marathon. Chicago is a fairly flat course so a decent time *is* possible. There is a fair amount of prestige with the Chicago Marathon as well as it's one of the World Marathon Major events. My other option would be to run one of the two marathons in my hometown of Toronto. One of the events in Toronto is the Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon in late-September which is a run up and down Lakeshore Blvd., which has the advantage of being fairly flat. The other event is the GoodLife Toronto Marathon in mid-October (around the same time as Chicago) that has part of the course goes along Yonge St., including the deadly climb just past York Mills Rd. I've rollerbladed up that hill and it's something to behold. Anyway, I think be able to run down Yonge St. would be an awesome experience but this course would be nowhere near flat.
Given that timing for all three events are within a similar timeframe, I could train starting in April and pretty much be ready for any of them, it's just what is really going to be a priority for me as far as what marathon do I want to be my first. As convenient as it would be, the Dallas White Rock Marathon would be another option, but it would have the same meaning. You'd think I was losing my virginity or something! :) Well, in a way, I am losing my marathon virginity...so the fact that it's my first, and I want it to have some significance, means that it's going to be a tough decision.
Oh yes, today was my first recovery run since my half marathon. I would have run earlier, but I was also fighting a cold and today was the first day my sinuses didn't feel like they were filled with cement. It was a quick 2-miler and everything felt fine. All parts were working without problems.
Also I'm 9 miles away from hitting 400 miles for the year. It's going to be about a mile a day, so I think I can do a few 2-mile runs every other day until the end of the year to hit that mark. If today's run is any indication, my body seems up for the task to finish up the year strong.
I'm planning to do more 10Ks (i actually didn't do any this year) and possibly a half marathon. I did a few 5Ks this year which were fun but I'm hoping to do some longer distance events next year, not so much to actually win them, but to do some events at the intermediate and longer distances.
I'm pretty confident I can get a PR at the 5K distance since my 5K times have been gradually improving so it's not out of reach. As much as that's a nice accomplishment I do want to do a marathon. My half marathon this year was such a great time and I had quite a sense of accomplishment afterwards, but I want to experience running a marathon.
Actually one of the goals this year for both Christine and I was to do the Walt Disney World Marathon in January, but that pretty much went out the window when we discovered we had a baby on the way that was due in February! :) Theoretically I could have still done it, but Christine wouldn't have been able to travel. I was hoping to be able to do a marathon this year, but because of all our adjusted plans, there wasn't enough time for me to properly train for one so that's been tabled 'til '09.
Which leads me to....what marathon do I want to run for my first marathon? I am pretty much contemplating 2 possible choices: one would be the Chicago Marathon. Chicago is a fairly flat course so a decent time *is* possible. There is a fair amount of prestige with the Chicago Marathon as well as it's one of the World Marathon Major events. My other option would be to run one of the two marathons in my hometown of Toronto. One of the events in Toronto is the Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon in late-September which is a run up and down Lakeshore Blvd., which has the advantage of being fairly flat. The other event is the GoodLife Toronto Marathon in mid-October (around the same time as Chicago) that has part of the course goes along Yonge St., including the deadly climb just past York Mills Rd. I've rollerbladed up that hill and it's something to behold. Anyway, I think be able to run down Yonge St. would be an awesome experience but this course would be nowhere near flat.
Given that timing for all three events are within a similar timeframe, I could train starting in April and pretty much be ready for any of them, it's just what is really going to be a priority for me as far as what marathon do I want to be my first. As convenient as it would be, the Dallas White Rock Marathon would be another option, but it would have the same meaning. You'd think I was losing my virginity or something! :) Well, in a way, I am losing my marathon virginity...so the fact that it's my first, and I want it to have some significance, means that it's going to be a tough decision.
Oh yes, today was my first recovery run since my half marathon. I would have run earlier, but I was also fighting a cold and today was the first day my sinuses didn't feel like they were filled with cement. It was a quick 2-miler and everything felt fine. All parts were working without problems.
Also I'm 9 miles away from hitting 400 miles for the year. It's going to be about a mile a day, so I think I can do a few 2-mile runs every other day until the end of the year to hit that mark. If today's run is any indication, my body seems up for the task to finish up the year strong.
Taking body part inventory
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Today was a dose of reality after yesterday's half marathon. Nothing like waves after waves of muscle soreness and tightness to help you relive with vividly painful realism the previous day's events.
So yesterday I provided a recap of the day's events for the half marathon. I never mentioned the previous day's events that led me to some serious stressing-out.
My in-laws were in town for my daughter's birthday so we all decided to go shopping and visit the shopping mall Santa, hit the nearby Chuck E. Cheese and go out for dinner.
We hit the Grapevine Mills mall which is a massive outlet mall. While we're waiting for Santa to arrive, we start walking around. Stupid me forgot to bring proper walking shoes and I was in my Chuck Taylor Converse low-tops for ENTIRE DAY. Now these shoes are nothing more than a layer of rubber with a canvas shell. Minimal padding at best. They look cool, but they're not really good walking shoes if you don't already have good arches. Anyway we walked and walked...did the Santa thing...then walked some more until the noon hour when we hit CEC. I was basically on my feet for about 3+ hours in those stupid canvas shoes. My feet were killing me, my sore calf was sorer, whine whine whine. I was also starting to get stressed out that all the walking on these crappy shoes were going to have an effect on my run the next day.
So I got the chance to sit down and take a load off my feet at CEC. We were there for a couple of hours and then headed back to the hotel for a nice nap.
After the nap, we headed out for dinner with basically no destination...on a Friday night....in downtown Dallas....at 6pm....for 7 people. It really wasn't going to happen.
We ended up trying to get into Maggiano's at this shopping mall not too far from the hotel, but at that hour, they weren't taking any more reservations, nor any parties with more than 4 people.
So, we walked...and walked....and walked some more around this mall. My feet were taking another pounding (yes I only packed 1 pair of shoes other than the runners for my HM the next day). I was getting stressed out again because of all the pounding again as I could feel the soreness creeping in to my feet. We finally found a TGI Friday's that was able to seat us in 10 minutes. Thankfully they also have a pretty varied menu and I found a chicken and pasta dish that would be a good pre-race dinner for a long run the next day.
The night ended rather uneventfully but I was pretty darned stressed with all the walking I did that day, and I had no idea how my feet and legs would react even with a night's sleep.
Thankfully everything felt pretty fresh the next day.
Fast forward to today, my ankle is still pretty frickin' sore, and I'm inclined to blame some of that on the unnecessary walking on Saturday. It's not noticeably swollen, but the lack of mobility in that area makes me think something ain't right. Oh yes, I have the obligatory soreness in my quads. I'm pretty much walking so gingerly it looks like I can't bend at the knees.
I've been trying to figure what I can do as far as running is concerned for this week. If everything feels right, and if my ankle pain is gone, I might do a mile or two near the end of the week, and maybe another couple of miles on Sunday.
In between now and the end of the year I'll have to think of what my runner plans will be for 2009.
Oh yeah, one last milestone for this year that's possible is that I'm about 15 miles short of 400 miles for the year. That's about a mile a day. It's a milestone that would be a nice cherry on top of the year, but I'm not going to risk a proper recovery period to hit that milestone.
So yesterday I provided a recap of the day's events for the half marathon. I never mentioned the previous day's events that led me to some serious stressing-out.
My in-laws were in town for my daughter's birthday so we all decided to go shopping and visit the shopping mall Santa, hit the nearby Chuck E. Cheese and go out for dinner.
We hit the Grapevine Mills mall which is a massive outlet mall. While we're waiting for Santa to arrive, we start walking around. Stupid me forgot to bring proper walking shoes and I was in my Chuck Taylor Converse low-tops for ENTIRE DAY. Now these shoes are nothing more than a layer of rubber with a canvas shell. Minimal padding at best. They look cool, but they're not really good walking shoes if you don't already have good arches. Anyway we walked and walked...did the Santa thing...then walked some more until the noon hour when we hit CEC. I was basically on my feet for about 3+ hours in those stupid canvas shoes. My feet were killing me, my sore calf was sorer, whine whine whine. I was also starting to get stressed out that all the walking on these crappy shoes were going to have an effect on my run the next day.
So I got the chance to sit down and take a load off my feet at CEC. We were there for a couple of hours and then headed back to the hotel for a nice nap.
After the nap, we headed out for dinner with basically no destination...on a Friday night....in downtown Dallas....at 6pm....for 7 people. It really wasn't going to happen.
We ended up trying to get into Maggiano's at this shopping mall not too far from the hotel, but at that hour, they weren't taking any more reservations, nor any parties with more than 4 people.
So, we walked...and walked....and walked some more around this mall. My feet were taking another pounding (yes I only packed 1 pair of shoes other than the runners for my HM the next day). I was getting stressed out again because of all the pounding again as I could feel the soreness creeping in to my feet. We finally found a TGI Friday's that was able to seat us in 10 minutes. Thankfully they also have a pretty varied menu and I found a chicken and pasta dish that would be a good pre-race dinner for a long run the next day.
The night ended rather uneventfully but I was pretty darned stressed with all the walking I did that day, and I had no idea how my feet and legs would react even with a night's sleep.
Thankfully everything felt pretty fresh the next day.
Fast forward to today, my ankle is still pretty frickin' sore, and I'm inclined to blame some of that on the unnecessary walking on Saturday. It's not noticeably swollen, but the lack of mobility in that area makes me think something ain't right. Oh yes, I have the obligatory soreness in my quads. I'm pretty much walking so gingerly it looks like I can't bend at the knees.
I've been trying to figure what I can do as far as running is concerned for this week. If everything feels right, and if my ankle pain is gone, I might do a mile or two near the end of the week, and maybe another couple of miles on Sunday.
In between now and the end of the year I'll have to think of what my runner plans will be for 2009.
Oh yeah, one last milestone for this year that's possible is that I'm about 15 miles short of 400 miles for the year. That's about a mile a day. It's a milestone that would be a nice cherry on top of the year, but I'm not going to risk a proper recovery period to hit that milestone.
My Dallas White Rock Half Marathon Race Report - Finished with some help from the Marines
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Today was my first half marathon run as I participated in the Dallas White Rock Marathon / Half Marathon event. The White Rock part is actually White Rock Lake that is near downtown Dallas, which, ironically, the half marathon participants don't actually go near. For this event everyone, both marathoners and half marathoners, started at the same start line, but near mile 7, the different participants split and go their separate ways. There were even two different finish lines for marathoners and half marathoners.
My DW Christine, DD Sydney and I got up at the inhumane hour of 4:45 to get to the parking lot of the American Airlines Center, which was the event headquarters. We decided to stay at a hotel near the event (well, not really...it was more of blind luck that my in-laws decided to visit us for our Sydney's birthday this weekend and booked a hotel that happened to be near the AAC) which was only a mile away from the AAC so it only took us 10 minutes to get situated with a prime, front row parking spot.
We had about 2 hours to kill before the starting gun so I chilled out in the back of the van while Christine had some breakfast and Sydney renewed her slumber that we rudely interrupted.
By the time 7:00 am rolled around, I was ready to see what was going on in the AAC...which was really a whole lot of nothing. Lots of people milling around and congregating, using the restrooms, stretching, etc.
I looked around, did my stretches and lunges, and made sure my calf sleeve was fitted right. I was wearing the sleeve because of a sore/strained calf/tendon that I had suffered the week before. I kinda broke a cardinal rule by getting both the sleeve and the arm warmers before the event and had never tried them about before until today so I had no idea of how they would or would not work. Okay okay, for breakfast I had yogurt and bananas which I also had never had for breakfast before prior to a long run. Previously I had tried Power Bars, CLIF bars, and oatmeal, and each time I ended up with side stitches. I was determined not to have side stitches because they were REALLY annoying and slowed me down significantly. Anyway, I headed towards Victory Park where all the corporate sponsors had their tents. Before I knew it was 20 minutes before the starting gun and we were strongly urged to get to our starting corrals. Since Sydney was still slumbering, I really didn't want to disturb her sleep as it has the same effect as waking a sleeping bear.
I found my corral and the long anticipated waiting began. It was a fairly warm (15 C) and windy. The arm warmers I brought along were perfect as the wind was bringing a bit of chill to the air. I couldn't hear much of the starting announcements with the exception of the F-16s which buzzed the venue. I gotta admit, that put a chill up my spine and really got me pumped up.
The starting gun went off and we got the start and the immediate stop and wait. We had a slow walk up to the start line and then we were off about 8 minutes after the gun went. I had never been in a race with so many runners. In total, there were 17,000 participants in all distances...CRAZY I tell you!
Everything felt great for the first 5 miles. Pace felt good, maybe a little faster than I wanted, but comfortable. I had a problem with wiping the sweat away from my eyes. Every time I had to do so, I had to take off my sunglasses (mainly for reducing glare but it was a overcast day so the sun wasn't really a problem). After about the fifth time I did so, I just took the glasses off and tried to tuck them into my fuel belt. Well, you can guess what happened about a mile later....yep, they dislodged from my fuel belt and were on the pavement behind me. No great loss since they were cheap sunglasses as I have a bad habit of losing/breaking them.
When I got to mile 6, I had to use the restroom but the lines were about 5-deep and I didn't feel like waiting so I bypassed them and waited for the next aid station. About a hundred yards beyond the port-o-lets, some male runners made their own restroom from some bushes. The same idea was crossing my mind at that instance and I made a sharp right turn to the bushes for a bio-break. Despite the bio-break, I realized I hadn't encountered any side stitches which usually afflicted me after about 2 or 3 miles. Evidently the change in my pre-run ritual worked so I got off lucky there. Also the calf sleeve I was wearing wasn't even noticeable and it was doing its job. In addition, the arm warmers were put to good use for wiping away sweat. So I was 3 for 3 in getting off lucky with race day changes that had never been tried before.
After the marathoner/half marathoner split after mile 7, the half marathoner course consisted of a down-and-back where the runners went down the road, made a U-turn and headed back in the opposite direction. The "down" part felt like it went on for miles and miles. Each time I thought we were going to make the U-turn, it just kept going to the next intersection. In reality it was only 3/4 of a mile but it felt like it was about 3 times that distance. It was at this point I started feeling a semi-sharp pain in my left ankle. What it felt like was bone-on-bone contact in my ankle. As I'm typing this, it's still really sore and it feels pretty much like it did back after mile 7. I was hoping I would be able to run it off but it basically persisted to the end of the race. For about 10 seconds, I had thought about dropping out because the pain wasn't going away after about a mile. I could tell I was favoring it a bit and it was definitely having an effect on my running form. I was then reminded that I hadn't trained for 2 1/2 months just to drop out and I knew I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't suck it up...so it was up to mind over matter. In addition, the aid station nearby was being worked by some Marine volunteers and they were barking up encouragement as only Marines can do. :) I think some of that encouragement helped me keep moving.
I hit mile 10 and the course moved to a runner trail that had the nicest, softest asphalt. Ironically it turned out to be the hardest 5 kilometers of the entire race. I don't know what it was, but being on that trail was slowing me down. I don't know if it was psychological or physical, but running became difficult. I remembered at that point to text message Christine to let her know that I hit mile 10 which was her cue to make her way to the finish line. The softer surface of the trail didn't really help my left ankle that much and I was trying to keep my focus off the ankle.
The trail turned a corner at mile 13 and we could see the AAC where the finish line was. Right before the mile 13 marker I saw someone being attended to by 3 other people. It looked like she had cramped up or something because they were trying to stretch her out. I couldn't see her face to see if she was in a great deal of pain but to have that happen to you with one-tenth of a mile to go is up there in the SUCK Hall of Fame.
I remembered that Christine and Sydney were going to be near the finish line to my right so I was kinda looking for them and focusing on the finish line itself. I managed to spot them just as I passed them and I could hear Sydney yell, "Go Dadda Go!!!" I have to admit that hearing them cheer me on got me right *there*. :) I felt so proud.
As I closed in on the finish line I pulled out my shirt to hide my fuel belt and took off my headphones for the finish line photo. Every thing afterwards -- the medal, the finisher's photo, the food line -- was pretty much a blur. I texted Christine to meet me back at the van. When I got to the van I couldn't help but get a bit emotional as she was so supportive with all the early morning training runs that probably woke her up when I got up. She was definitely deserving of some of that finisher's medal. :)
Anyway, I'm back at home, icing down my left ankle. Every thing feels okay except for some leg soreness which is to be expected. I ended up finishing with a time of 2:28:56. Not stellar, but heck, I'm happy to finish. :)
*UPDATE*
Apparently I wasn't the only person disappointed with their times. It was such a windy day that it affected a lot of finishing times. In fact, the fastest finisher had the slowest finishing time since 2002 when there wasn't an elite field. YIKES.
Also, a sad outcome for a marathon participant, who collapsed at mile 21 and died a short time later. :(
My DW Christine, DD Sydney and I got up at the inhumane hour of 4:45 to get to the parking lot of the American Airlines Center, which was the event headquarters. We decided to stay at a hotel near the event (well, not really...it was more of blind luck that my in-laws decided to visit us for our Sydney's birthday this weekend and booked a hotel that happened to be near the AAC) which was only a mile away from the AAC so it only took us 10 minutes to get situated with a prime, front row parking spot.
We had about 2 hours to kill before the starting gun so I chilled out in the back of the van while Christine had some breakfast and Sydney renewed her slumber that we rudely interrupted.
By the time 7:00 am rolled around, I was ready to see what was going on in the AAC...which was really a whole lot of nothing. Lots of people milling around and congregating, using the restrooms, stretching, etc.
I looked around, did my stretches and lunges, and made sure my calf sleeve was fitted right. I was wearing the sleeve because of a sore/strained calf/tendon that I had suffered the week before. I kinda broke a cardinal rule by getting both the sleeve and the arm warmers before the event and had never tried them about before until today so I had no idea of how they would or would not work. Okay okay, for breakfast I had yogurt and bananas which I also had never had for breakfast before prior to a long run. Previously I had tried Power Bars, CLIF bars, and oatmeal, and each time I ended up with side stitches. I was determined not to have side stitches because they were REALLY annoying and slowed me down significantly. Anyway, I headed towards Victory Park where all the corporate sponsors had their tents. Before I knew it was 20 minutes before the starting gun and we were strongly urged to get to our starting corrals. Since Sydney was still slumbering, I really didn't want to disturb her sleep as it has the same effect as waking a sleeping bear.
I found my corral and the long anticipated waiting began. It was a fairly warm (15 C) and windy. The arm warmers I brought along were perfect as the wind was bringing a bit of chill to the air. I couldn't hear much of the starting announcements with the exception of the F-16s which buzzed the venue. I gotta admit, that put a chill up my spine and really got me pumped up.
The starting gun went off and we got the start and the immediate stop and wait. We had a slow walk up to the start line and then we were off about 8 minutes after the gun went. I had never been in a race with so many runners. In total, there were 17,000 participants in all distances...CRAZY I tell you!
Everything felt great for the first 5 miles. Pace felt good, maybe a little faster than I wanted, but comfortable. I had a problem with wiping the sweat away from my eyes. Every time I had to do so, I had to take off my sunglasses (mainly for reducing glare but it was a overcast day so the sun wasn't really a problem). After about the fifth time I did so, I just took the glasses off and tried to tuck them into my fuel belt. Well, you can guess what happened about a mile later....yep, they dislodged from my fuel belt and were on the pavement behind me. No great loss since they were cheap sunglasses as I have a bad habit of losing/breaking them.
When I got to mile 6, I had to use the restroom but the lines were about 5-deep and I didn't feel like waiting so I bypassed them and waited for the next aid station. About a hundred yards beyond the port-o-lets, some male runners made their own restroom from some bushes. The same idea was crossing my mind at that instance and I made a sharp right turn to the bushes for a bio-break. Despite the bio-break, I realized I hadn't encountered any side stitches which usually afflicted me after about 2 or 3 miles. Evidently the change in my pre-run ritual worked so I got off lucky there. Also the calf sleeve I was wearing wasn't even noticeable and it was doing its job. In addition, the arm warmers were put to good use for wiping away sweat. So I was 3 for 3 in getting off lucky with race day changes that had never been tried before.
After the marathoner/half marathoner split after mile 7, the half marathoner course consisted of a down-and-back where the runners went down the road, made a U-turn and headed back in the opposite direction. The "down" part felt like it went on for miles and miles. Each time I thought we were going to make the U-turn, it just kept going to the next intersection. In reality it was only 3/4 of a mile but it felt like it was about 3 times that distance. It was at this point I started feeling a semi-sharp pain in my left ankle. What it felt like was bone-on-bone contact in my ankle. As I'm typing this, it's still really sore and it feels pretty much like it did back after mile 7. I was hoping I would be able to run it off but it basically persisted to the end of the race. For about 10 seconds, I had thought about dropping out because the pain wasn't going away after about a mile. I could tell I was favoring it a bit and it was definitely having an effect on my running form. I was then reminded that I hadn't trained for 2 1/2 months just to drop out and I knew I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't suck it up...so it was up to mind over matter. In addition, the aid station nearby was being worked by some Marine volunteers and they were barking up encouragement as only Marines can do. :) I think some of that encouragement helped me keep moving.
I hit mile 10 and the course moved to a runner trail that had the nicest, softest asphalt. Ironically it turned out to be the hardest 5 kilometers of the entire race. I don't know what it was, but being on that trail was slowing me down. I don't know if it was psychological or physical, but running became difficult. I remembered at that point to text message Christine to let her know that I hit mile 10 which was her cue to make her way to the finish line. The softer surface of the trail didn't really help my left ankle that much and I was trying to keep my focus off the ankle.
The trail turned a corner at mile 13 and we could see the AAC where the finish line was. Right before the mile 13 marker I saw someone being attended to by 3 other people. It looked like she had cramped up or something because they were trying to stretch her out. I couldn't see her face to see if she was in a great deal of pain but to have that happen to you with one-tenth of a mile to go is up there in the SUCK Hall of Fame.
I remembered that Christine and Sydney were going to be near the finish line to my right so I was kinda looking for them and focusing on the finish line itself. I managed to spot them just as I passed them and I could hear Sydney yell, "Go Dadda Go!!!" I have to admit that hearing them cheer me on got me right *there*. :) I felt so proud.
As I closed in on the finish line I pulled out my shirt to hide my fuel belt and took off my headphones for the finish line photo. Every thing afterwards -- the medal, the finisher's photo, the food line -- was pretty much a blur. I texted Christine to meet me back at the van. When I got to the van I couldn't help but get a bit emotional as she was so supportive with all the early morning training runs that probably woke her up when I got up. She was definitely deserving of some of that finisher's medal. :)
Anyway, I'm back at home, icing down my left ankle. Every thing feels okay except for some leg soreness which is to be expected. I ended up finishing with a time of 2:28:56. Not stellar, but heck, I'm happy to finish. :)
*UPDATE*
Apparently I wasn't the only person disappointed with their times. It was such a windy day that it affected a lot of finishing times. In fact, the fastest finisher had the slowest finishing time since 2002 when there wasn't an elite field. YIKES.
Also, a sad outcome for a marathon participant, who collapsed at mile 21 and died a short time later. :(
Two streaks broken
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
So I had 2 running-related streaks broken this past week - one acceptable, one not-so good.
First off, after about 3 consecutive months of diligently following my half-marathon training plan down to specific days and specific mileage, I skipped a training run Tuesday morning. It was going to be a simple 3-mile run but my daughter stayed up late the night before, which in turn, kept both myself and my wife up. I just was in no condition to do any running at O-dark-hundred in the morning. I suppose it's okay since I'm in my taper period of the training schedule with the half-marathon happening this coming Sunday.
Second, after about 3 consecutive months of being injury-free, with only 4 days before my half-marathon, I suffered my first injury during my 4-mile training run this morning. It was pretty-darn cold this morning (-3 Celsius with wind chill) so I bundled up accordingly and headed up.
About a mile into the run, I felt this twinge in my right calf. Before I knew it, it felt like my calf had tightened up and felt like there was this huge knot in my leg. I stopped and tried to massage it out but it was SO sore. I was able to run but not put a whole lot of weight on it. I tried jogging it out and it was tolerable. After about another half-mile, it felt a bit better but at that point I was trying to put it out of my mind.
I finished the 4-mile run and tried to ice it down. It hasn't improved much since then. I do notice that just keeping it immobile makes it feel a bit better, so I may have to abandon my last taper run before the half-marathon so that my calf can recover in time for the big day on Sunday.
First off, after about 3 consecutive months of diligently following my half-marathon training plan down to specific days and specific mileage, I skipped a training run Tuesday morning. It was going to be a simple 3-mile run but my daughter stayed up late the night before, which in turn, kept both myself and my wife up. I just was in no condition to do any running at O-dark-hundred in the morning. I suppose it's okay since I'm in my taper period of the training schedule with the half-marathon happening this coming Sunday.
Second, after about 3 consecutive months of being injury-free, with only 4 days before my half-marathon, I suffered my first injury during my 4-mile training run this morning. It was pretty-darn cold this morning (-3 Celsius with wind chill) so I bundled up accordingly and headed up.
About a mile into the run, I felt this twinge in my right calf. Before I knew it, it felt like my calf had tightened up and felt like there was this huge knot in my leg. I stopped and tried to massage it out but it was SO sore. I was able to run but not put a whole lot of weight on it. I tried jogging it out and it was tolerable. After about another half-mile, it felt a bit better but at that point I was trying to put it out of my mind.
I finished the 4-mile run and tried to ice it down. It hasn't improved much since then. I do notice that just keeping it immobile makes it feel a bit better, so I may have to abandon my last taper run before the half-marathon so that my calf can recover in time for the big day on Sunday.
The final week....
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
It's the final week before my half-marathon and I can tell the reduced mileage of the tapering is having an effect on me. I'm starting to feel as if I have extra energy to burn.
For example, on my long run on Sunday, I had a "meager" 5 miles to run per my training schedule. By the time I hit mile 4, I had guestimated that if I kept my current pace, I would hit a non-competitive PR for a 10K distance if I went an extra 1.2 miles. I'm just way too competitive...I think anyone who knows me can attest to that. So what the heck...an extra 1.2 miles is not going to put me at risk for injury.
So yes, I did ignore my training program by technically over-training, but it was 1.2 miles...what could be the harm? Well, thankfully, there was no harm, but that doesn't mean the next time I could turn an ankle or take a bad step during that extra 1.2 mile trek...and then what...no one to blame but myself.
Oh yeah...I *did* have set a non-competitive 10K PR with a 1:01:56, but that's the last time I'm doing anything outside of my training schedule like that....really, I swear. :)
Seriously though, I've been on this training program for 3+ months now and there is actually too much to risk by being impatient and not keeping my energy level in check, so with a week to go and 3 training runs left, I'm going to keep things low key.
There's only a 3-miler, 4-miler, and a 2-miler before the big day...I have a feeling they're all going to feel like nothing. The only run that I might push beyond the scheduled mileage is the 3-miler. What's an extra 0.1 miles to get it past the 5K mark? It's not like I ran an extra 1.2 miles like I did on Sunday. With the 4-miler, there's no point in stretching it out to 5 miles...I'm fine with 4 miles. And 2 miles is just a short jaunt around my neighbourhood.
Another thing I found out is that the weather forecast for Sunday is going to be warm...like it ought to be 8 degrees Celsius for race morning, which is a bit warmer than I expected. It's warmer than my "tights-wearing threshold" of 5 Celsius and it's supposed to warm up significantly. We'll see what happens as the big day gets closer as I'll have to update my running wardrobe accordingly.
For example, on my long run on Sunday, I had a "meager" 5 miles to run per my training schedule. By the time I hit mile 4, I had guestimated that if I kept my current pace, I would hit a non-competitive PR for a 10K distance if I went an extra 1.2 miles. I'm just way too competitive...I think anyone who knows me can attest to that. So what the heck...an extra 1.2 miles is not going to put me at risk for injury.
So yes, I did ignore my training program by technically over-training, but it was 1.2 miles...what could be the harm? Well, thankfully, there was no harm, but that doesn't mean the next time I could turn an ankle or take a bad step during that extra 1.2 mile trek...and then what...no one to blame but myself.
Oh yeah...I *did* have set a non-competitive 10K PR with a 1:01:56, but that's the last time I'm doing anything outside of my training schedule like that....really, I swear. :)
Seriously though, I've been on this training program for 3+ months now and there is actually too much to risk by being impatient and not keeping my energy level in check, so with a week to go and 3 training runs left, I'm going to keep things low key.
There's only a 3-miler, 4-miler, and a 2-miler before the big day...I have a feeling they're all going to feel like nothing. The only run that I might push beyond the scheduled mileage is the 3-miler. What's an extra 0.1 miles to get it past the 5K mark? It's not like I ran an extra 1.2 miles like I did on Sunday. With the 4-miler, there's no point in stretching it out to 5 miles...I'm fine with 4 miles. And 2 miles is just a short jaunt around my neighbourhood.
Another thing I found out is that the weather forecast for Sunday is going to be warm...like it ought to be 8 degrees Celsius for race morning, which is a bit warmer than I expected. It's warmer than my "tights-wearing threshold" of 5 Celsius and it's supposed to warm up significantly. We'll see what happens as the big day gets closer as I'll have to update my running wardrobe accordingly.
One of those days
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
4:45 am and I have to run 6 miles?
It was one of those mornings when you think too much about how many miles you have to cover and it becomes a more daunting task the more you think about it. But it's running. I've run 6 miles before without problems. It's just a matter of getting through it when you're mind isn't into it.
I made it even more difficult on myself with the route I chose to take. I didn't feel like wandering too far away from the house so I ran a 2-mile loop near my house 3 times over. Running the same loop was the most boring thing I could do but at least I was in a consistently lit area. My normal 6 mile route would have been the route I use for my long runs which is a desolate boring run and I don't know how well lit it is.
The one good thing about this morning was that it was comfortable enough where I didn't have to wear running tights. It was short-sleeve shirt and shorts weather...in December! AWESOME! :) I know it's going to be short-lived though...the forecast indicates my Friday run is going to be chilly again, but at least it's not 6 miles.
I passed a milestone this morning with the 6-mile run. I have officially completed 1 mile per day for the entire year. I'm currently at 366 miles completed. It wasn't really a goal that I had set out to do at the beginning of the year, but by the time September rolled around, and with the mileage that I was piling on with my half-marathon training, I knew it was an achievable goal but it was going to be pretty close.
So I'm going to celebrate by...taking a day off.
It was one of those mornings when you think too much about how many miles you have to cover and it becomes a more daunting task the more you think about it. But it's running. I've run 6 miles before without problems. It's just a matter of getting through it when you're mind isn't into it.
I made it even more difficult on myself with the route I chose to take. I didn't feel like wandering too far away from the house so I ran a 2-mile loop near my house 3 times over. Running the same loop was the most boring thing I could do but at least I was in a consistently lit area. My normal 6 mile route would have been the route I use for my long runs which is a desolate boring run and I don't know how well lit it is.
The one good thing about this morning was that it was comfortable enough where I didn't have to wear running tights. It was short-sleeve shirt and shorts weather...in December! AWESOME! :) I know it's going to be short-lived though...the forecast indicates my Friday run is going to be chilly again, but at least it's not 6 miles.
I passed a milestone this morning with the 6-mile run. I have officially completed 1 mile per day for the entire year. I'm currently at 366 miles completed. It wasn't really a goal that I had set out to do at the beginning of the year, but by the time September rolled around, and with the mileage that I was piling on with my half-marathon training, I knew it was an achievable goal but it was going to be pretty close.
So I'm going to celebrate by...taking a day off.
A cold 2 miler
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
This morning it was pretty darn cold...even for Dallas!
Anyway, what was supposed to be a run with an "easy" pace, I just wanted to PUSH PUSH PUSH. I was probably going at about a 9:30 pace at the half-way point, so I wanted to see if I could do a negative split so I pushed the pace even more in the last mile.
Even though Nike+ doesn't keep track of 2 mile paces, it was by far my fastest 2 mile at 17:39.
Another milestone I'm about to hit, and that I should hit tomorrow with my 6 mile run, is that I'll have averaged over a mile a day for the entire year. I'm currently at 359.84 miles. I had just missed out on hitting my November mileage goal of 70 miles, but I only logged 69.8 miles on the Nike+ website. Arghh.
But ultimately, the Nike+ goals and the a mile a day goal are not my ultimate destination. The half-marathon two weeks from now will be the goal for this year.
Anyway, what was supposed to be a run with an "easy" pace, I just wanted to PUSH PUSH PUSH. I was probably going at about a 9:30 pace at the half-way point, so I wanted to see if I could do a negative split so I pushed the pace even more in the last mile.
Even though Nike+ doesn't keep track of 2 mile paces, it was by far my fastest 2 mile at 17:39.
Another milestone I'm about to hit, and that I should hit tomorrow with my 6 mile run, is that I'll have averaged over a mile a day for the entire year. I'm currently at 359.84 miles. I had just missed out on hitting my November mileage goal of 70 miles, but I only logged 69.8 miles on the Nike+ website. Arghh.
But ultimately, the Nike+ goals and the a mile a day goal are not my ultimate destination. The half-marathon two weeks from now will be the goal for this year.
Trotting like a turkey
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Today was the first sub-freezing run for me this year. I had a couple of layers on, running tights, gloves and a hat. It didn't feel like I was sweating that much but when I got back home, I was just DRENCHED. The tights felt alright. They're still a bit of an acquired taste but they also add a bit of extra support around my knee which has been feeling kinda wonky lately.
The cold air actually feels great when running since I tend to get warmed up pretty quick and the extra heat that I'm giving off makes a bit difficult to run in when it's warmer. I suppose I ought to move back to Canada if I want to have more cold days than warm! :)
Today was also my last run day before my 5K on Thursday at the Chesterfield Turkey Trot near St. Louis, MO. We knew awhile back we were going to be in St. Louis for Thanksgiving and I was going to miss out on similar events going on in the DFW area, so I went searching for any similar turkey trots going on in St. Louis. There weren't that many, but the one in Chesterfield isn't too far away and it's early enough that it's not going to disrupt any Thanksgiving activities.
So I have my running gear packed for a couple of runs while away. I'm doing one less run for the week so that I can accommodate a 5K event and a long run on Saturday. It ought to be significantly colder in St. Louis than in Dallas so I'm anticipating that's going to work to my benefit.
The 5K will be my last event before the culmination of the past year of running: The Dallas White Rock Half Marathon in mid-December. I'm weary of doing too much during the 5K and pushing too hard for the event because I don't want to injure myself before the half-marathon. After next week, I'll be tapering, so it's going to be difficult for me to keep my runs under control as well....I'm just way too competitive for my own good sometimes.
The cold air actually feels great when running since I tend to get warmed up pretty quick and the extra heat that I'm giving off makes a bit difficult to run in when it's warmer. I suppose I ought to move back to Canada if I want to have more cold days than warm! :)
Today was also my last run day before my 5K on Thursday at the Chesterfield Turkey Trot near St. Louis, MO. We knew awhile back we were going to be in St. Louis for Thanksgiving and I was going to miss out on similar events going on in the DFW area, so I went searching for any similar turkey trots going on in St. Louis. There weren't that many, but the one in Chesterfield isn't too far away and it's early enough that it's not going to disrupt any Thanksgiving activities.
So I have my running gear packed for a couple of runs while away. I'm doing one less run for the week so that I can accommodate a 5K event and a long run on Saturday. It ought to be significantly colder in St. Louis than in Dallas so I'm anticipating that's going to work to my benefit.
The 5K will be my last event before the culmination of the past year of running: The Dallas White Rock Half Marathon in mid-December. I'm weary of doing too much during the 5K and pushing too hard for the event because I don't want to injure myself before the half-marathon. After next week, I'll be tapering, so it's going to be difficult for me to keep my runs under control as well....I'm just way too competitive for my own good sometimes.
My temporary running buddy
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
Today was not an average running day. It was about endurance and camaraderie.
Today I ran the longest distance I had ever run - 10 miles. For me, it was significant because it was my peak distance before I start tapering for my half-marathon in 3 weeks time. I knew I could do the distance but until I actually walked the walk, it was still a limitation in my own mind that my body had to break past.
My mind was already playing tricks on me. It was already telling me that 10 miles was a long way to go and it wasn't worth the discomfort that would ensue. Plus the constant 10 mph head wind didn't help and was not really motivating. I was trying to push and power through it but I kept worrying about how slow I was going.
Once I got to mile 3, I felt better. I stopped worrying about my pace and tried to find a comfortable rhythm that I could flow into and maintain.
It wasn't until mile 4 that I turned the corner (literally) and the head wind was no longer a problem. I was able to really focus on the running.
Everything was feeling great and I got to mile 7. I see this dog run towards me. It was probably about a year old or so...not a huge dog, but he had potential. He ran up to me and started jumping up on me, not in any type of attack mode, but as if he was really excited. Having a couple of dogs, I feel comfortable around dogs and can sense if a dog is trying to play vs. being scared and trying to be defensive. I definitely sensed the former with this dog.
I gave him a bit of attention and then started walking away. He started to follow me. The more I walked, the more he followed. I tried to run into a nearby parking lot to see if there were any cars that he might have jumped out of, or if someone was looking for him. After about 5 mins., I could tell I wasn't going to find his owner (assuming he had an owner). So I decided that I would finish the rest of my run (3 miles) and figure out what to do, assuming he was going to continue to follow me.
So off I went, with new-found, 4-legged running buddy on my heels. He kept up pretty good. He hung close to me, every once in a while my back foot would clip him. Having him run with me distracted me from thinking about the 3 miles and the hills that accompanied them.
When my iPod told me I had completed my 10 miles, I called up my wife. "Uh honey, I have a dog following me. I don't think he wants me for dinner, but he won't stop following me!" It was the weirdest problem to have. A stray that actually knew how to heel. My own dogs can't go out without a leash. They're just too out of control. This dog was on his best behaviour. Now I would have absolutely *LOVED* to take this dog in but a few things prevented that.
1. I have 2 dogs already with no more room.
2. We have a baby on the way in February and we don't need the added stress.
3. This dog was at least part pit bull. While I think pit bulls get a bad rap for their ferocity, they're bred for that trait so it's a genetic thing that no amount of socialization nor training will ever completely override.
So I asked my wife to call up the Animal Control. No luck -- they're not open on Sundays. I asked her to call up Petsmart because they usually have dog and cat adoptions on the weekends through local shelters. I was hoping that someone there could take the dog in.
While Christine was on the phone, I remembered that there was a fire station nearby. I was hoping they could provide some direction since they're an emergency service who might be able to have better luck with other local services or maybe have an idea of who I could contact.
So we walked over to the fire station and two firemen answered the door. I explained that this dog had been following me for the past 3 miles. It's not like he was attacking me...and it seemed like an odd problem to have...a dog that was a great running buddy and stayed with me. They seemed to get a kick out of that. While we were talking, the dog sat perfectly still, taped right to my leg. He was REALLY on his best behaviour, probably unsure of who these people were. He seemed content to stay with me and was almost protective of me. He didn't try to attack the firemen or anything, but he seemed to have bonded with me at some level. Anyway, they helped me out by taking in the dog and keeping him in their bay until animal control could come and pick him up. I walked into the bay knowing that the dog would follow me. One of the firemen distracted him with lots of attention and I quietly walked away out the side door.
I felt alright about leaving the dog in good hands, and I hope his owner finds him or he finds a good home.
Anyway, here's a picture of him:
I found him in this area:
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If you recognize this dog and he lives in this area, contact Animal Services of Arlington.
Today I ran the longest distance I had ever run - 10 miles. For me, it was significant because it was my peak distance before I start tapering for my half-marathon in 3 weeks time. I knew I could do the distance but until I actually walked the walk, it was still a limitation in my own mind that my body had to break past.
My mind was already playing tricks on me. It was already telling me that 10 miles was a long way to go and it wasn't worth the discomfort that would ensue. Plus the constant 10 mph head wind didn't help and was not really motivating. I was trying to push and power through it but I kept worrying about how slow I was going.
Once I got to mile 3, I felt better. I stopped worrying about my pace and tried to find a comfortable rhythm that I could flow into and maintain.
It wasn't until mile 4 that I turned the corner (literally) and the head wind was no longer a problem. I was able to really focus on the running.
Everything was feeling great and I got to mile 7. I see this dog run towards me. It was probably about a year old or so...not a huge dog, but he had potential. He ran up to me and started jumping up on me, not in any type of attack mode, but as if he was really excited. Having a couple of dogs, I feel comfortable around dogs and can sense if a dog is trying to play vs. being scared and trying to be defensive. I definitely sensed the former with this dog.
I gave him a bit of attention and then started walking away. He started to follow me. The more I walked, the more he followed. I tried to run into a nearby parking lot to see if there were any cars that he might have jumped out of, or if someone was looking for him. After about 5 mins., I could tell I wasn't going to find his owner (assuming he had an owner). So I decided that I would finish the rest of my run (3 miles) and figure out what to do, assuming he was going to continue to follow me.
So off I went, with new-found, 4-legged running buddy on my heels. He kept up pretty good. He hung close to me, every once in a while my back foot would clip him. Having him run with me distracted me from thinking about the 3 miles and the hills that accompanied them.
When my iPod told me I had completed my 10 miles, I called up my wife. "Uh honey, I have a dog following me. I don't think he wants me for dinner, but he won't stop following me!" It was the weirdest problem to have. A stray that actually knew how to heel. My own dogs can't go out without a leash. They're just too out of control. This dog was on his best behaviour. Now I would have absolutely *LOVED* to take this dog in but a few things prevented that.
1. I have 2 dogs already with no more room.
2. We have a baby on the way in February and we don't need the added stress.
3. This dog was at least part pit bull. While I think pit bulls get a bad rap for their ferocity, they're bred for that trait so it's a genetic thing that no amount of socialization nor training will ever completely override.
So I asked my wife to call up the Animal Control. No luck -- they're not open on Sundays. I asked her to call up Petsmart because they usually have dog and cat adoptions on the weekends through local shelters. I was hoping that someone there could take the dog in.
While Christine was on the phone, I remembered that there was a fire station nearby. I was hoping they could provide some direction since they're an emergency service who might be able to have better luck with other local services or maybe have an idea of who I could contact.
So we walked over to the fire station and two firemen answered the door. I explained that this dog had been following me for the past 3 miles. It's not like he was attacking me...and it seemed like an odd problem to have...a dog that was a great running buddy and stayed with me. They seemed to get a kick out of that. While we were talking, the dog sat perfectly still, taped right to my leg. He was REALLY on his best behaviour, probably unsure of who these people were. He seemed content to stay with me and was almost protective of me. He didn't try to attack the firemen or anything, but he seemed to have bonded with me at some level. Anyway, they helped me out by taking in the dog and keeping him in their bay until animal control could come and pick him up. I walked into the bay knowing that the dog would follow me. One of the firemen distracted him with lots of attention and I quietly walked away out the side door.
I felt alright about leaving the dog in good hands, and I hope his owner finds him or he finds a good home.
Anyway, here's a picture of him:
I found him in this area:
View Larger Map
If you recognize this dog and he lives in this area, contact Animal Services of Arlington.
Injury Report
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Monday, November 10, 2008
So I had a long run as part of my half-marathon training, I did an 8-mile long run on yesterday. Everything felt pretty good. I had run 8 miles before but it felt better this time around.
It was an 8-mile run with 3 breaks spread out during the run, so I scheduled breaks at mile 3, 5 and 7. After the last walking break, I started up on my run and I could feel pain in my left knee. Eventually it went away and then I developed a blister in my arch on my right foot around the 7.5 mile mark but it was manageable.
I treated the blister and proceeded to have an early lunch. I had a can of Coke in my hand as I walked into the kitchen and it slipped and landed edge first on the top of my foot. It actually left a cut on the top of my foot and a nice swollen bruise on the top of my right foot.
My left knee is still sore this morning. A bit of self-diagnosis from the internets indicated I have Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome, or runner's knee. Self-treatment would be to stop running, ice, elevation, NSAIDs, and strengthening the quadriceps muscle in that leg.
So it looks like I'm on the shelf for 5-7 days. Yay.
It was an 8-mile run with 3 breaks spread out during the run, so I scheduled breaks at mile 3, 5 and 7. After the last walking break, I started up on my run and I could feel pain in my left knee. Eventually it went away and then I developed a blister in my arch on my right foot around the 7.5 mile mark but it was manageable.
I treated the blister and proceeded to have an early lunch. I had a can of Coke in my hand as I walked into the kitchen and it slipped and landed edge first on the top of my foot. It actually left a cut on the top of my foot and a nice swollen bruise on the top of my right foot.
My left knee is still sore this morning. A bit of self-diagnosis from the internets indicated I have Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome, or runner's knee. Self-treatment would be to stop running, ice, elevation, NSAIDs, and strengthening the quadriceps muscle in that leg.
So it looks like I'm on the shelf for 5-7 days. Yay.
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My first attempt at running this past year didn't last very long. I can't remember what my goal was...it was something like running a mile. As with most first-timers, I started like a flash, and then the pavement caught up to me. I had to take a break just short of the 1 mile mark and subsequently 2 more rests before the 2 mile mark.
I started doing a beginner's running program that started off with walking, walking and more walking. Obviously I was itching to run, but I wanted to follow the program to make sure I was going about everything in the right way. I also start personal training sessions at 24 Hour Fitness with a trainer who has had running experience.
Fast-forward 5 months, and I'm running my first 5K. I'm as nervous as all heck but I made it with my fastest 5K. 2 months later and another 5K with another PR for that distance.
Then, it all goes to pot. We go on vacation and that disrupts my training. I stop training as the getting up at 5am to go running becomes a chore. For about 2 months I stop running. I start up again in September and it feels like I'm starting all over again.
I decide that I need goals to keep myself running. I register for a half-marathon in December. It's quite ambitious, but it has motivated me to stay with my training program and get my butt off the couch.
Fast-forward to now, I run my first 5K since June and I end up with the exact time as my first 5K. Quite symbolic that I indeed am starting all over again with running.
I started doing a beginner's running program that started off with walking, walking and more walking. Obviously I was itching to run, but I wanted to follow the program to make sure I was going about everything in the right way. I also start personal training sessions at 24 Hour Fitness with a trainer who has had running experience.
Fast-forward 5 months, and I'm running my first 5K. I'm as nervous as all heck but I made it with my fastest 5K. 2 months later and another 5K with another PR for that distance.
Then, it all goes to pot. We go on vacation and that disrupts my training. I stop training as the getting up at 5am to go running becomes a chore. For about 2 months I stop running. I start up again in September and it feels like I'm starting all over again.
I decide that I need goals to keep myself running. I register for a half-marathon in December. It's quite ambitious, but it has motivated me to stay with my training program and get my butt off the couch.
Fast-forward to now, I run my first 5K since June and I end up with the exact time as my first 5K. Quite symbolic that I indeed am starting all over again with running.
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