So, this will be an entry about some of the many things that have happened since our intrepid "hero" last checked in.
Today is Day 42 of my first-ever running streak. After recovering from Sugarloaf, I decided that I would focus on training for a new 10K PR of sub-40 minutes. That meant two main things: emphasizing shorter, faster workouts, and eliminating the marathon-oriented Sunday long run (or LR). With the LR temporarily scaled back, my reason for not running on Monday's (favoring the elliptical machine instead) was gone. So, on the same day when my Mizuno Wave Ronin 2's arrived, I went out for a 4-mile run. 42 days later, I'm still going, and what a "run" it's been. I've run between 50-55 miles per week, with two "hard" days, involving track and lactate threshold work. I have not done enough hill sprints, as I've been a bit lazy about those, but otherwise my training has been pretty well-balanced.
"The streak" has survived despite two overnight flights (to and back from South America). I ran at the base of the Andes mountains. I've d"doubled" several times because I'm leading a training group at my office in preparation for the big corporate 5K in mid-August (which, ironically, I'll have to skip because of vacation).
There's no doubt that "streaking" brings a new dimension to running, but I'm also clear that I need to kill it sooner rather than later, or it will take on a life of its own and end up working against me as far as optimal training goes. One reason I decided to do this now, was to introduce my body to running 7 days a week, since my Boston buildup will necessarily require that in order to get up to 80 miles per week, as I hope to do. Right now, I'm thinking about a 13-days-on/1-day-off cycle, subject to modification if my body suggests (or insists) that that would be a good idea.
When people ask how often I run, I will say that right now it's every day. Non-runners generally react by commenting how disciplined I must be. It's challenging to make people understand that once a person internalizes a habit such as exercise, the tougher, more demanding decision is NOT to run. Running to me now is like brushing my teeth; I don't think about whether I'm going to do it. I only need to figure out when (and unlike teeth-brushing, for how long) I'm going to do it.
With my 10K goal race 13 days away, I may kill the streak after I hit 50 days, just to make it a nice round number and avoid getting too caught up in it.
As those few of you who read my prior posts know, I had in all sincerity decided to skip a fall marathon in order to concentrate on shorter distances, and to avoid disappearing every Sunday for 3 or so hours. However, a few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from a professional acquaintance, asking whether I'd take part in the Manchester Marathon in order to raise money for an organization that provides legal services to the poor. Since I used to be a public defender (and my wife used to work to raise money for that very organization), it was tough to say no.
However, I still do not want to "race" a fall marathon, and therefore I made what I thought to be a smart (for a change) running decision. Rather than train to run a fast fall marathon (on a not very fast course), I volunteered to be the 3:50 Pace Group leader. Of course, with a fundraising component, I realized that running a marathon simply does not grab people's attention these days, so to differentiate my endeavor, I'm going to pace the marathon and then do an additional 11.8 miles. The 38-mile total corresponds to the age of the legal service organization.
I've decided that since I have spent all of this time building up my endurance, I should do at least one charity event a year, where I get put myself out there on behalf of worthy people and causes. I'll discuss the 2010 event in a later post.
One of these days I may learn to say no, but I went from no fall long distance plan, to committing myself to a 38-mile run. If I can raise some money to help the dedicated legal assistance staff who does so much to protect a vulnerable population who'd otherwise be deprived any fair shot in court, it'll be worth the extra effort.
As noted above, my running has been geared towards the 10K. That's meant lots of repeats around a track at a 6:20-6:24/mile pace, or 1:35-1:36 per 400-meters. I've gotten pretty good at nailing that pace, and I have tried hard to avoid the early pacing errors that cost me in each of my last three shorter-distance races. I will do one more killer track workout this week, likely modifying coach Brad Hudson's workout to the following:
- 2 miles easy
- 3x2K at 10K pace, with 2:30-3:00 active recovery
- 1K at all-out effort
- 2 miles easy
Not long ago, I thought that a sub-40-minute 10K would be a lifetime goal, and never thought I'd be within striking distance this soon in my running "career". The question is thus whether I am in realistic sub-40 shape. On Saturday, I got the answer, but not exactly the one I was looking for, having run one of the more competitive local races in our area. The race is a 5-mile course, honoring a longtime high school track/XC coach. I had hoped to come close to 32:00. Instead, I ran a time of 32:46 (per my watch; 32:50 officially), for a disappointing PR.
I'd had a tough night on Friday, having been up with a sick child from about 2-4 am, only to get up again at 6:00 to eat and head out to the race to volunteer (since my club is essentially the "host". The race starts out flat, with a substantial climb towards the end of Mile 1 before flattening out again. The end of the 4th mile includes a dastardly uphill that still confounds me, despite the fact that I've lived at three different houses along the race course. In other words, it is the loop which I know better than any other.
Saturday morning was extremely muggy and humid. It was not too hot (mid-70's maybe), but the air was extremely thick, and sweat poured off of the runners within seconds of getting going. The real treat of the morning was to meet up with my RWOL friend Walter, who is visiting New England from Chicago. He and his spouse were great to meet and hang with, though I knew Walter's 100+-mile weeks would result in him leaving me in the dust. Turned out that he raced like a mere mortal, which meant that he was disappointed in his own performance.
Here's how the race played out for me:
- 6:33 (goal = 6:30) - decent start; avoided getting sucked in to a too-fast pace; let people go by who should not have been going out that fast
- 6:48 (goal = 6:50) - smooth and steady up the hill; passed 8-10 people
- 6:21 (goal = 6:20) - passed my house and was feeling pretty good, but my mouth was extremely dry
- 7:04 (goal = 6:20) - started feeling lousy on a long gradual uphill and lost mental focus; stopped for water at the aid station at around mile 3.5; sort of hit the mental "reset" button and was on my way for a respectable finish
- 6:00 (goal = 6:10) - felt fast, but relaxed; was pushing the pace, passing lots of people, including maybe 10 or so in the last 1/2 mile; one guy passed me with about 0.25-mile to go
So, I ran 80% of the race according to plan, but blew it over the course of one bad mile. I'm hoping that a bit of a taper, along with extra rest and more mental focus, will take me to that sub-40:00 in Maine on August 1st. Of course, we'll see . . . and I'll share the results, whether it's a triumph or a tragedy.
Thanks for reading. -ESG