Saturday Workout: 6 miles, 11:38 average, Connects (ON A TREADMILL PRAISE ME)
Sunday Workout: 10 miles, 10:29 average, Connects
10 miles. The farthest (furthest? Someone teach me how to use those words properly. A friend once told me it's always "farther" and "farthest" when you're talking about physical distances and "further" and "furthest" when you're talking metaphorically. I could google this but I prefer to bother you fine folks about it. Way to totally disrupt the flow of your opening paragraph, Jeano) I've run since my stress fracture last year, and finishing up a 38-mile week. NBD (not really - it's a BIG DEAL). There is some celebrating going on at JJ-o headquarters (my couch). And by celebrating I mean a single beer because it seems I can't hang in the fast lane these days.
In all honesty, I was bitching about the weather this morning. Hypocrite, much? The thing is, I adore snow. I really do. However, running in powder is tiring. Once you go pavement, it's hard to go back. I think I've been semi-coasting through marathon training by switching to "easier" shoes and running on "easier" terrain, so today when I was just plain tired, I couldn't do anything extra to ease the difficulty of the task at hand.
I did what I could by putting on the Connects and heading to what three days ago was a pavement paradise. There was no pavement today.
O pavement, where art thou? This has nothing to do with where I ran, but I took it this morning and there's no pavement in the picture so my caption totally works.
Today, my plan introduced a new pace: 10:29! My long-run pace. Welcome to the family, kiddo. 10:29 isn't much faster than my "easy" pace of 10:52 (not to be confused with my "easy easy" pace of 11:38), but given that I was already dragging ass and hadn't even started running the damn thing, that was very nearly the straw that broke this camel's humps (lady lumps).
I started running and could tell the snow was taking a toll on my energy levels, so I told myself it was okay to keep my pace slower if need be (I live life on the wild side). After a few minutes, though, I found myself getting into a groove and my pace dropped naturally to right around 10:29. Miraculously, I was able to settle into this pace and stay right around there with little effort for the rest of the run.
Splits. So very interesting.
The farther (there it is again!) I ran, the better I felt, and I didn't even have to resort to turning on the tunes as I had promised myself I would after 6 miles. I'm pretty sure 10 miles is the farthest (!!) I've ever run without music. Score.
Overall, I was really pleased with how this went, although it underscored the one obvious weakness I've identified in Hansons' plan: namely, the difficulty of practicing race-day nutrition. Hanson's claim to fame is long runs that max out at 16 miles (in fact, they're all either 10 or 16 miles), a good deal shorter than what most plans recommend. The idea is that running longer than 3 hours does more harm than good to the body, and running 16 miles allows one to reap the same benefits provided by a 20+ - miler. Additionally, long runs are done on tired legs (today was my fourth consecutive day of running) to "simulate running the last xx miles of a marathon." So there's your background.
16-mile long runs are all well and good, but they won't really allow me to figure out this whole nutrition puzzle. I typically don't need to eat or drink anything for runs 10 miles and under (at least when it's cool out), and for 16 miles I imagine I'll be fine with a gel. So what's a girl to do?
I know, I know, I should practice fueling with these shorter runs by fueling earlier than necessary to make sure it doesn't wreck my stomach. But I don't wanna! Today, for example, I had a gel with me, but I just didn't want it. Maybe next time.
Week seven, over and out! Here's what we did:
Monday: 4 miles, 10:47
Tuesday: 7 miles with 8 x 600 (at 8:30 with 400 rest)
Thursday: 7 miles with 5 at tempo (9:44)
Friday: 4 miles, 10:52
Saturday: 6 miles, 11:38
Sunday: 10 miles, 10:29
Total: 38 miles
Chyeah. My legs felt achy during the first few miles of today's run, but it went away after a few miles. Apart from that, the body seems to be holding up. Also, my hunger's out of control. Like, I wake up in the morning because I'm starving/going through food withdrawal. And that's all I have to say about that.
- Do you have tomorrow off? I just found out it's a holiday for some people (Seward's Day? We Alaskans are fond of Sir Seward because he bought our state from the Russians).
- Anyone else get weird about eating on the run? I hate introducing any calories because who knows how this crazy body is going to process it all.
- Anyone do a long run today? How'd it go?!
- Furthest or farthest? Teach me!