Mx3 is going to be getting a break, since I clearly am having issues blogging. It’ll be sporadic if I think of stuff I want too share, but not weekly. Way too much of ‘life’ going on, but luckily I’ve started marathon training! Something to blog about!
Last week marked week 1 of my 12 week training schedule for the Long Beach Marathon. Long Beach will be my 8th marathon, and my first SoCal race as a new SoCal resident. I’m seriously considering registering for LA as number 9 now, considering I still have a paycheck to my name. We shall see. I may have to beg for change at your local freeway off-ramp, but I’m running the dang thing come hell or high water. But I digress.
I’m trying something new in training for LB this year, and that is breaking off my long love affair with Pfitz. He is quite a demanding boyfriend and I just really don’t have the time between moving, my sister’s wedding and job hunting. I may kick myself for this decision should I remain unemployed in the near future, but with the help of Tara, I devised a 4-runs-per-week training plan. It’s modeled loosely after Hal Higdon’s plans, so I’m giving it a go. Having only run sporadically since the half marathon, I let myself off pretty easy on my paces during week 1. Here’s how it went:
Monday – easy 5 mile run
Time = 53:00
Pace = 10:38
Wednesday – mini tempo, 6 miles
Time = 58:00
Pace = 9:37 overall
I decided to run 1 warm-up mile, 3 miles at my prescribed tempo pace (9:02-9:25) and then 2 cool-down miles. Without much expectation, I was happy to hit all 3 tempo miles and then relax at a 10min pace on my warm-up and cool-down miles. Whoo!
Friday – easy 5 mile run
Time = 54:00
Pace = 10:48
This run was just painful. Going out for a run at noon in 90 degrees and a trillion percent humidity was probably not a good idea.
Saturday – long run, 11 miles
Time = 1:56:00
Pace = 10:33
I was a cheesy, happy runner on this run for some reason. I was smiling and saying good morning to everyone I encountered on the trail, I felt hydrated and fueled well and the birds were singing and the sun was shining and it was a gorgeous day….which is exactly why I stepped into a dip on the paved trail and ate some asphalt. I actually rolled my ankle in the dip and fell in slow-motion and didn’t actually get any scrapes. My immediate reaction, I must admit, was to scan around wildly and see if anyone had seen me. (Don’t pretend you wouldn’t do the same!) Of course there was a cyclist coming up behind me, who asked if I was ok, to which I said, “oh yeah, I’m fine!!!” while I proceeded to try to disguise my tears as sweat. Kidding, no tears, but my ankle did hurt! I stood up and walked it off for a bit, stretched my ankle in little circles and determined it was not broken. I was about 8 miles in at this point on a loop course, so I had to just keep going or call to be picked up. I started on a slow trot and felt just fine after a little bit. The miles were slower, but not by too much. My ankle did swell, and I’ve been icing it like crazy. I actually won’t do my first run this week until tomorrow, just to give it enough time to rest.
On Sunday, I got the chance to cheer on many friends at the San Francisco Marathon. It’s a toughie, so I am so proud of everyone for completing the race, full or half. I stood around and rang my cowbell for a few hours and cheered everyone in at around a mile short of the finish. I do love me some marathon-sign-making, so you know I had to bust one out for the masses:
