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Not This Time

I had every intention of running a good 6 miles toady. In fact, I was feeling so good last night that I thought, “Heck, I might even go for 7 or 8”. I was fired up to try my new GU Chocolate Outrage. I was ready….. Sadly my right calf (hence forth called “jim” because I get tired of writing the word “calf” and I think it will add some flair to this entry) didn’t share my enthusiasm.

If you’ll remember last Saturday I ran 12.42 miles, which is very close to a half marathon. Towards the end of that jim (HA! caught you didn’t I) started to cramp up, so I stopped and called it a day. I also reported that I KNEW, deep down inside, that I should have taken the week off and let jim recover…but I didn’t. Now I really wish I had.

Fast forward to this morning. Right out of bed jim felt funky, but I just thought, “No worries, once I get moving it will be fine”. I got a banana, and had a GU, went to go get dressed, packed a couple extra packs of GU in my nifty water bottle zip pocket (remember those extra miles I might add on) and headed out the door.

The first step into my run and I felt it. I probably should have stopped right there and gone back to bed, but I pushed on. I was stupid. By mile one it still didn’t feel better, and I told myself if by mile 2 it wasn’t gone I’d stop. Well I stopped, and I’m hoping I did so soon enough. As I limped up the drive way my husband was coming out the door to “wait” for me. Boy did I surprise him… not much of a wait. Right now jim is very sore, my left jim (maybe I should call that one nancy) feels fine. I’ve decided that I am FIRMLY taking this next week off.. PERIOD. No ifs, ands or buts.

I have two pair of Asics, one I’ve been running in since January and the other I got for Mother’s Day. I’ve been rotating them to help the new pair last longer, so I’ve been running in the old pair (since my 12 miles) and I’m wondering if that could have contributed to poor jim’s demise. Just in case that is one of the culprits, I’ve decide to “retire” them just to make sure. I ordered a new pair and will rotate them with my new old pair (did you keep up with that?). Hopefully this combined with the compression sleeves will help me avoid this issue in the future.

I chalk this one up to life. It’s not a fail, so I’m not going to call it one. I guess jim and nancy just decided they needed some time off, and if I can be honest, I think they’ve earned one. December will mark a year of running for me! WOO!

Hope you’ve had a great weekend, and please take care of your jim and nancys!

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12.42

12.42

I wanted to make that REALLY big, but that’s as big as I can get it without uploading a picture. It doesn’t seem to do justice…. oh well. Today I did 12.42 miles. Yes, it was a leap from my last long run of 9 miles, but I really just had the wild hair to do 12 (I was actually wanting to go 13.1, but it wasn’t in the cards for today.) It went really well. My 9 mile run was horrible (I think my pace was somewhere around a 10,ooo:01 pace (okay, it was really a 13:34)). Today, I really watched my pace and my intervals and finished at a 12:58 pace! Four miles further and a faster pace. Gotta love it.

I think what helped is that I went into this run with one goal. To beat the distance, and not let the distance beat me. I didn’t care about pace, time, etc. I was just going to FINISH. I felt pretty well through mile 10, then my legs started to let me know they weren’t happy. By mile 11 I had slowed quite a bit, and had to walk a lot of mile 12+.  Calves began cramping up on 12.42, so I called it a day. I was okay with that for several reasons: 1.) this was my FIRST 12 miler, and 2.) IT WAS 12 MILES. To finish at all, for me was a wonderful accomplishment.

The walk home was NOT fun. I was still probably .5 miles from home, and was afraid I was going to have to crawl at one point. At the bottom of the drive way (ours goes steeply uphill) I had to yell for Phil to come help. It’s now 5:30 and I’m almost able to walk up the stairs without leaning on the rail! WooHoo!

I am so happy that I did this. But I have decided that I have NO DESIRE WHAT SO EVER to run more than 13.1 miles. I think in my perfect world (after this race in January) during my weekly runs I’d do 5 and then on Saturday go a little further (max of 9 probably). I think that would be nice.

My friend Colleen ran a 5k today (her second) and I’m waiting for her to post how it went!! She ROCKED the Couch to 5k program! Way to go Col!!

Hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend. I’m praying that I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, and I also gave myself off Monday.

Mindy (no siggy since I’m on my daughter’s laptop)

UPDATE:

Okay, so my friend is running TODAY. Go Colleen!!

I am able to walk this morning. My right calf is a little tight, but I have the feeling it will loosen up throughout the day. At least I don’t need a wheelchair!

Let’s be Honest

Let’s keep it real. That’s what I want this blog to be about. Seriously, did I think training for a half marathon was going to be all sweet dreams and roses?? NOPE. So, today, this blog is going to be about the reality of my first 9 mile “run”. It sucked. I finished. The end.

Last night I knew that I was going to go 9 miles today. I started the “stoking one’s self to kill one’s self” process around 7pm. Saying things like, “Hey, you can do this”, “How much worse can 9 miles be than 8”, “Better get to bed early tonight, 7am comes quickly”. All these thoughts went through my head, and I truly thought I was ready to run. I thought about what I wanted my interval to be, my pace, etc. etc. All of which I totally tanked on.

7am did indeed come, and I was out the door by 7:15. I had settled on a overly optimistic 10/1 interval (listen carefully, can you hear the bells of doom??) cycle and kept a pretty steady pace (I didn’t check my Nike+ so I can’t really tell you what that pace was but somewhere around 11:00 or so). I mean, come on, I use a 10/1 for my daily 4 milers… that should work, right?? It worked GREAT for the first 5 miles. Someone didn’t tell my body that it had another 4 to go. at 5.5 miles I was pooped. So, I changed my interval to 8/1 thinking that would be better. Well I ran for about 2 minutes before needing a walk break. by mile 6 I just buckled and set my watch for a 2/2 interval (that was after walking for about 6/10ths of a mile). I was bummed.

Looking back (I hate hindsight… don’t you??) I knew that a 10/1 interval was way to aggressive. When I ran my first 8 miler I used a 6/1 and felt pretty good through the whole thing. What happened to my brain??!! Who’s brilliant idea was it to do a 10/1?? I’ve run two 8 milers both of them at 6/1 and my average pace hovered around 12:20 or so. Today?? Not so much. My average pace was a very slow 13:34. It’s okay. I finished when I wanted to quit at 8 miles. I pushed through and finished the mileage I had set for myself to complete. I know, deep down, THAT is what it’s about; at the same time I’m a bit disappointed in myself too.

Anyway… I can proudly say I’ve completed 1/3 of a marathon! I do need to remember that it is all a process. I need to be able to look at what was accomplished and be very happy with myself. When I wanted to quit, I didn’t. I pushed through, EVEN if it was a VERY SLOW push.

Don’t give up. Keep on pushing no matter how slow it may be!