I certainly meant to blog in the last two weeks, but I mean to do lots of things and that rarely works out. I’m generally one of those that is a content consumer rather than a content producer which pretty much means I’ll never write a book because I’d just rather read one.
Anyway. Things happened since I last wrote, and most of it had nothing to do with running:
As you can see, it’s been a reasonably busy couple of weeks. I’m not really sure on many wedding details, but it’ll work out and be awesome. And I’m not really sure when and how I’ll find a proper career, but will also work out and be awesome. And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to maintain this level of optimism, but it’s worked out for the better part of 30 years and is mostly awesome.
I’ve also been running, and there are now only 9 weeks left until the marathon. In many ways I’m pleased with how my mileage and quality are going, but it’s often difficult to see progress in the day-to-day. Mostly I’m just kind of tired and feeling the cumulative fatigue that leaves my legs feeling flat. However, this morning I did a 20-miler that, while nothing all that impressive, was a negative split run that ended up being quite similar to a long run I did 5 weeks out from the marathon last year. But I’m 9 weeks out now and hitting about the same times in much hotter weather. So, progress? I hope so.
This coming Friday I’m going to race Midnight Flight 10k. I was fourth place woman there last year. I’m honestly not expecting much more than that, but I do hope to race smart and not let the hill in the last mile do too much damage to my legs (and ego).
This week was tiring. I knew it would be, as adding more more volume always is. I’m lucky in that I have a pretty flexible schedule, but 80 miles is still a lot of miles any way you cut it. On top of the volume, I ran a few quicker miles at the last Greenville Track Club All-Comers meet (though I reigned it in for the 3200 once I realized how flat and rough I felt after the mile and 800). Mostly, I just enjoyed the company of being on the track with other people since I run by myself all the time.
On Saturday I hopped into the Julie Valentine Center 10k. I obviously knew I was feeling flat from the miles, but I needed at least a bit of quality in my week. I’m one that will forgo anything resembling a workout in favor of slogging through a bunch of miles. That tactic works, to a point. That’s essentially what I did leading up to Spinx last year and I ran a 3:20. Just checking my log…and in the 14 weeks before the race last year, I was on the track exactly once, raced all of three times, and did just a handful of fartlek/tempo runs. To say I was lacking in the quality department before last year’s marathon is a massive understatement. This year I know that to improve my PR, I can’t get lost in the mileage. I have the endurance in my legs; it’s been my highest mileage running year-to-date ever, and if I want to get faster…well, I have to train faster (with all respect to recovery days, the foam roller, and cross-training for injury prevention, of course).
Back to the 10k on Saturday: apparently the course is just a tour of every single hill in close proximity to Cleveland Park. It was one of those routes where you just know that the course designer isn’t a runner. Because ouch. Luckily, in feeling flat, I was already prepared to run by effort and not worry about pace. I ended up as first woman OA, which has added to the Bizarro-World streak of me finishing races well despite not really running very fast. I’m not complaining though; the ego boost is nice!
The week wrapped up nicely though, with a solid 18 miler at Conestee on Sunday. I can, at this point anyway, say that I feel confident in my training plan and pleased with how I’m feeling overall.