I never thought it was possible, but I did it. I trained while on vacation at the beach. I only got in 3 runs during the week, as opposed to my normal 4, but I was just glad to have … Continue reading
Week One Training Report
So this is truly my first training report; bear with me, I’ll try to make them better as I go along. That said, week one training for the Dopey challenge is complete. I didn’t really start training until the middle of the week on Wednesday so I didn’t get very many miles in, but I am getting my body back in shape for training season. This week really seemed like more “mental training” than anything. After taking time off from running, sometimes it’s hard to get your head to adjust back to enduring the pain, whether it be 4am wake-ups or struggling to finish the last mile. My pace has slowed down significantly, but I only see that as opportunity for improvement, which is always a good thing.
So here you have it:
Wednesday: 3.08 miles/Time 36:57/Avg Pace 12:00 per mile. Started this one at 5:45am.Weather was cool, overcast with a slight drizzle. I could tell I was out of shape on this run. Stopped and walked for about 10 seconds 3 times and then kept it going. My pace had slowed significantly but that’s what taking several months off does to me. I chose to not feel discouraged, and instead focused my whole run on thinking about how much better I am going to get over the next 8-9 months. Wore my Altra Torin’s originals (pink, not 1.5) and my feet were in heaven. I’ve had these babies waiting in the closet for a while; I have to say I prefer them over the newer model. In the last weeks the newer model has been causing foot numbness, but I didn’t have that at all today.
Thursday: 4.00 miles/ Time 47:02/ Avg Pace 11:46 per mile. This was just a rough day for running for me. Thankfully my friend, Larry paced me through this. Having someone talk you through a bad run is no doubt one of the kindest things I’ve experienced. I’ve had a hard time getting back to my daily running, but Larry was determined to get me through at least 4 miles. I could tell I was really dehydrated and the last 1/2 mile felt like puking. As we finished the last 1/2 mile Larry started telling me a story about a man who survived the Japanese death march; 6 days marching with no food or water. Nothing like a little dramatic motivation to kick your butt in gear and get you to finish, lol. So thankful for good friends who help each other thrive.
Saturday: 4.01/48:49/ Avg Pace 12:10 per mile. Took it a little easier today. Started out with my running club but I ended up going off solo. I had moments where I felt like I was flying, and could tell I was starting to get my groove back. Walked for a few seconds a couple of times because my foot numbness was starting to return (even with the pink Torins). All in all, this was a beautiful morning and I enjoyed being able to get out and run.
I’ll quickly say that my nutrition this week was anything but great. That’s the next big change I’m going to have to make in order to be successful in these next 8 months. Having said that, it’s important to remember to strive for progress, not perfection.
There’s a long way to go friends, but I’m taking it a day at a time and trusting in the process. I mentioned in my last post that I wanted to be able to experience joy in every run. I can say in all honesty that in every run this week I experienced joy. As I ran, though I was slower than I used to be, I praised God for blessing me with good health and the ability to run. Never take it for granted.
Until next time,
Whew, that was a stressful 30 minutes!
Today I registered for Disney’s “Dopey Challenge”, a race I have been looking forward to for months! Half of the challenge is getting registered as it sells out pretty much within the hour. Users all over America were sitting on their computers at noon waiting for the event to open. The website crashed and froze multiple times from what I would assume was user overload.
I sweated it out for 30 minutes but finally got myself registered. So here’s the plan:
Saturday: Half Marathon
Sunday: Full Marathon
Monday: Cruise to Disney’s private island, Castaway Cay, and run a 5k there.
You’re probably thinking, “What the heck? Why?” For the t-shirts, obviously.
Though in all seriousness, this is my way of easing into ultras. No, none of these races are true ultras, but the thought of running them all back to back both scares and challenges me, so I’m doing it. I want to go farther than 26.2, so in a way I consider this my kickoff.
At the beginning of the year I chose a theme word for my life: joy. During this training, I am going to try to incorporate this word into every run. I aim to be a joyful runner; I want to learn to love not the finish line, but the run itself. (This was pretty much the theme of my last blog post)
I invite you to come along this journey with me. I have never been good about logging my training on this blog, but my hope now is to do that. I would love for you to follow along with the ups and downs that these next 8 months will bring.
As always, stay strong,
So, I’ve taken a 3 month hiatus. I’m not proud, but hey, it happens.
This morning I went on a 5 mile run with some friends. I in no way knew whether or not I was going to be able to finish that run. But being the runner I am, I was excited to be back on the roads. The run itself was a little rough, but I’ve had worse. That’s one of the reasons I love running, our bodies so quickly adapt to it!
Running aside, it was a comment made after our run that got me to write this post. Several of my running buddies just completed their first half-marathon. I commented on one of them already having slapped the “13.1” sticker on the back on their vehicle; I was proud of her and glad that she was proud too. Then we noticed another friend who completed the race hadn’t put a sticker on the back of her car yet, and we were joking around with her about it. Then she made a comment that struck me:
“I think I’m going to wait until I lose some weight before I advertise that I ran a half-marathon. I’ll get out of my car and people will see me and be like, ‘Yeah, right!'”
I was so sad to hear her say this. She finished that half-marathon fair and square, and with a decent time.
We are so caught up with not just being runners, but “looking the part.” It’s true, I’ve done it, and I know others do it too. I’m running to get in shape. I too need to lose some weight, and that’s ok, but we shouldn’t be so ashamed of what we look like that we feel the need to hide our passions.
When I got home I examined myself, my motives. I realized that on social media I do the exact same thing that my friend is doing; I hide. I don’t “look” like I runner so I avoid posting pictures of myself. I talk about my runs, but I too am afraid someone will see me and think, “she’s not a runner.” Wow. I truly am ashamed that I do this! You know what I have to say about that?
I run long distances. I am doing it to better my health. My body is slowly changing, becoming stronger. Who the heck cares what we look like? There needs to be a change. We need to take a moment to be proud of our accomplishments, not constantly beating ourselves up because we haven’t yet achieved our ultimate goal.
Be proud of who you are. Be proud of what you do. Whether you’re a runner, lifter, cyclist, swimmer, or whatever it is that you do! Be proud of it. There will always be someone who is better than you, but don’t focus on that. Focus on being better than you were yesterday. That includes our attitudes about ourselves.
Love yourself as Jesus loves you. See yourself through His eyes.
This last week I’ve had a hard time getting out the door by 5:00 to run. The cold weather is anything but motivating. In fact, last week I only ran once.
Last night I was determined to set myself up for success for this morning’s run. I pre-programmed my coffee pot to start brewing at 4:30, laid my warmest running clothes out, along with my favorite socks and shoes. When my alarm went off this morning I knew I had no excuse. I got up, got dressed, had my coffee and instantly felt like a new person (I might rely on coffee a little too much). I drove to Flo’s house, where we usually start our run, and was greeted by the rest of our group. Seeing them dressed in their running gear, ready to go, always energizes me and gets me in the mood to run. A friend that I run with four days a week gave everyone the cutest, most ingenious Christmas present ever. I had to take a picture of it to remember to make them for friends next year.
Ok, at this point I was glad I got up. I have a great crew that I run with; they inspire me and get me presents. Wait, that’s not the right thing to say, is it?
But really, I do have a great crew. This morning we ran a 5k, which is my least favorite distance to run because I don’t enjoy running fast. I got off to a good start, but had trouble with congestion and ended up falling behind. The same friend that gave out Christmas presents stayed behind with me and helped me finish this morning’s run.
All of this gets me thinking about the season and the love Christ has for us; agape love. Sacrificial love. Typically this time of year I’m so busy thinking about shopping, cooking and making the holiday perfect that I forget the true meaning of Christmas. That we’re to step back and reflect on the love God has for us, so much love that He came down from heaven to save us all. And to do that He made the ultimate sacrifice, to die so that we may live.
Of course, He is alive and today we are called to live sacrificially, as He did. We can do that in our day to day lives. We can do that on our morning runs. We can do that in the toy store, the grocery store, around the fireplace or around the Christmas tree.
Sometimes a bad run can humble you and bring you to the place you need to be spiritually. It certainly did for me. Christmas is more than presenls, candy, stockings and reindeer. It’s Jesus.
I’ve mentioned in previous posts that during my marathon training this time around I have a goal other than to “just finish.” In January I had zero thoughts of a time goal, I just wanted to get through the race in one piece. I took my time and had fun; it was Disney World! It ended up taking me (don’t laugh) 6 hours and 20 minutes. This time around I have a goal in finishing under 6 hours. That sounds impossible considering most people struggle to take just 2-3 minutes off of their marathon times, but at Disney I spent 20 minutes waiting in line for the bathroom several times. My time was slowed way down because I didn’t really know what to expect. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t know if my body could actually do it. This time around I have a better grasp on bathroom breaks, water breaks, nutrition breaks. etc. and find every minute to be valuable.
This week my training is getting serious. I am to the point in my training where I need to start logging approximately 30 miles a week, and I’m almost there.
My training this week will be as follows:
- Monday: 4 Miles
- Tuesday: 5 Miles
- Wednesday: 3 Miles/Cross Train (weights)
- Thursday: 4 miles
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: 9 Miles
- Sunday: Rest/Cross Train (cycling)
My marathon training last year looked something like this:
- Monday: Rest
- Tuesday: Run 45 minutes- 1 hour
- Wednesday: Rest
- Thursday: Run 45 minutes- 1 hour
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: Long Run (eventually working up to 20 miles)
- Sunday: Weights
Looking back, I really wasn’t running enough last year. Even now I’m still building up my endurance; I would eventually like to be able to run about 50 miles per week. Little by little I will get there.
This weekend I was really encouraged and inspired by a woman that I run with. She is 71 years old and can outrun just about anyone I know. She’s been running for 40 years and is simply one of the best. She wasn’t naturally a great runner, she worked hard to become one. It’s very humbling to run with a 71 year old woman (when I myself am not yet 25) and have her smoke you. It’s not just humbling, it’s incredibly inspiring. And with that a thought hit me, “I am young. I am capable. I can push myself harder and I can be great.”
With proper nutrition and dedicated training, I know I will become better. My 71 year old running partner gave me some wisdom this morning: “It’s not the pounds that get heavier, it’s the years.” I have a few more good years in me, and I’m going to put them to good use. I want to wake up at 71 years old and be able to outlast a bunch of 20-some year old runners myself.