First of all happy hump day everyone, ever since I started ONLY working Monday-Friday I really appreciate the whole "half-way" through the week thing
much more.
Today is a little different, I'm not used to recovering from a long run mid-week, but I guess 22 on a Tuesday will do that to you. If you are new to my little corner of the world- NO I don't normally run 22 miles mid week but being sick last week forced me to rearrange my training for this week.
I know some might question why I didn't just ditch the run, or push it to this coming weekend. But neither of those were good options considering I am less than 3 weeks out from my goal marathon at this point. This 22 mile run was key for me,
I was not born a natural endurance or distance runner so my long runs are incredibly important for me and my training both mentally and physically.
Okay, so prepping for a 22 miler can be interesting enough but I was thrown off trying to prepare for one knowing I was going to work all day.
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You mean this isn't what you wear before your long runs? |
I came in a little early, with my Starbucks as usual (
although I made it a triple shot day, I mean come on...it's going to be a long one) but made sure to fill my water bottle up ASAP so I could work on that all day too. Brought plenty of food/snacks for the day to make sure I fueled up enough.
I mapped a route while I ate my lunch, and apparently was NOT paying attention. It was not the smartest route, but sure why not have a whole bunch of hills in the first half. This bit me in the ass later, I actually would have been better off running hills the entire time.
Finally around 3, I got the green light to head out. Quickly changed, got my sneakers on and headed outside. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing the weather was. 63 and sunny with a little breeze-couldn't have had more
perfect weather for a long run.
I set out along Route 65, it was actually pretty busy but there is a good enough shoulder for most of the time. I found myself huffing a puffing a little pretty quick, residual crap in my lungs from being sick- just what I wanted to feel less than 2 miles into my long run, but I pressed on.
I was in a good mood, enjoying the views and feeling pretty good besides the altered breathing. I knew I was starting too fast, and tried to reign it in and just take it easy. I actually hit a lot of the hills from
my last 10k, as I ran through Mendon Ponds Park. After leaving the park I got back onto another main road but it was far less crowded with cars, but the hills remained the same. I was still feeling pretty good, my legs actually didn't seem to mind the rolling hills and liked being able to use different muscles. My confidence was building as I was imagining things for race day.
(8:06, 8:00, 7:50, 7:53, 7:46, 8:01, 7:57, 7:53, 8:01, 7:51, 7:59, 7:56)
Around 13 I started feeling drained. I was realizing the effects of last week, and I was letting it get me down. I was actually dreading getting onto the flat canal path, I knew it was going to be harder on my legs after starting faster, and starting on the hills. Mentally I lost it at this point, I'm not proud of it but I was throwing myself a pretty big pity party in my head.
(8:06, 8:06, 8:07, 8:02)
View on the canal path, during a quick stretch break trying to shut my legs up.
The last few miles I just did everything I could NOT to give up. I was throwing little tantrums in my head, and my body was starting to get cranky. Then I realized how hungry I was, and that gels were NOT going to satisfy that right now. Finally I made my way back to the office and my watch said 21.75, normally my OCD would kick in and I would run circles around the parking lot until I hit 22, but I called it good enough and sat on the curb by my car.
(7:50, 7:48, 7:50, 7:52, 7:44, ~7:53)
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And the #proof photo (Just for you Hollie! :) ) |
I played roadkill on the sidewalk for a while, then proceeded to pick up Panera on the way home. I've been trying to eat out less right now, but after working all day and running for 3 hours- I didn't have any desire to cook. So I went home, took a long shower and then sat in bed with compression gear, Panera and some Netflix while I waited for John to get home.
Some Good Things
I got the miles in (okay, minus .25).
I do feel better going into Wineglass getting this last super long run in.
This is my fastest paced 20+ run ever, and on probably the hardest of the routes I have done.
Some Bad Things
I really need to get my breathing back to normal, it was uncomfortable and annoying.
I'm definitely lacking some physicality(maybe not the word I want?) after last week, hopefully some more runs and some cross training this week will help.
While I do feel better about Wineglass, I don't feel overly confident. I wish I could say this run was the "oomph" I needed but it wasn't.
Thoughts
I need to get my mind back where it belongs...in the 3:XX or bust (haha you thought I was going to
tell you my A goal) mode. I need to find that drive and determination that I seem to have misplaced.
I NEED to go cheer people on at Rochester Half/Full marathon this weekend. I need to feel that desire to RACE, I honestly need to feel that pain of standing on the sidelines. I need to feel that because it will get me so revved up heading into taper.
I do have another long run this weekend, about 2 hours or so, and I'm hoping that one gives me the boost I need. I don't want to waste my "good run" on a non-race day, but I also need to have one of those confidence boosting runs heading into a hard 2 weeks of taper.
I'm proud of myself for getting this run done, I could have dropped it all together but I didn't because I knew I needed it (even if it felt less than stellar).
So yes this was a good run, not a great one- but I am happy with the pace, happy I managed to do it- and hopeful that I can get back to feeling like myself over the next 2.5 weeks.
Have you ever done a mid-week long run?
Ever lost your "oomph" while in the final weeks before a race?
If so, what did you do to get it back?