Happy First Monday of the Olympics!
Have you seen this commercial? They’ve been playing it non-stop.
I’m starting to feel like I can relate to this man. He’s running, and all of the sudden he looks up and realizes that he is waaaay further out than he meant to be.
This weekend I put in 25 miles. 17 miles on Saturday and 8 miles yesterday. Both were kind of miserable.
Saturday we ran from our house down to the University of New Mexico (UNREAL. Our house is nowhere near UNM), around campus, and back home.
This was the first time in our marathon long runs that we did an “urban” route, having to cross streets, stop at stop lights, and endure people looking at us funny.
We also got to see some of the highlights of the city including a lovely lady doing her walk of shame at 6:30 am, and at 8:30, two already drunk teenagers drinking Bud Light under a bridge. Stay classy, Albuquerque.
The course was also a lot harder than what we’ve been doing. The last 4 miles were uphill and my legs wanted nothing to do with it. My solid cruiser 9 minute mile pace dropped to a 10:30. But new and improved non-long-run-pace-obsessed Amy let it go. It is also amazing to me how much your pace can drop just by pausing at an intersection to check for traffic (not that I was paying attention to my pace….)
We did a section running through the UNM campus, which was kind of slow because we had ramps and steps and all sorts of weird surfaces (running up 20 steps and then down 20 steps is hard on the legs at mile 8 by the way).
We stopped at mile 9 at a gas station for Gatorade, water, and to take our Clif Shot. My guess is that 17 miles is the point where we’re going to have to add a second Clif Shot to our routine. Regardless, starting up again on an uphill after that brief break was reminder enough why you shouldn’t stop. Taking a break sounds nice until you do and then can’t get started again.
Overall, 17 was not fun. But, we did it.
Afterwards, we watched some games, grabbed some burrito bowls at Chipotle, and then I slept all afternoon. I woke up to watch rowing, slept some more, woke up to catch up on The Newsroom, and then went to bed. Exciting life, the one of a marathoner. Run, fuel, and sleep.
I’m also realizing that while I can probably talk myself through running an 8 minute mile for the marathon, there are a lot of little pace-slowing factors that I need to consider. I got through 17 miles without having to use the restroom, but I can I assume that I can hold it for 9 more miles after that? And we stopped for about 5 minutes to drink water from a park water fountain at mile 14 (bless that little water fountain). Am I going to have to spend more time than I’m used to at water stations to gulp down multiple cups of water? In half-marathon land, I grab a cup, take a sip, pour the rest down my neck and keep going. Points I need to start considering.
On the injury front, I think I have my IT band under control for the moment. Hooray! If I could only get this heel issue to go away. (I’m working on it!).
What Went Well:
1) Rehab continuation: Even though things like my IT band are not hurting as much, I’m still giving them a lot of attention to make sure they stay that way.
2) Cross training/weight-training/core work: This was an “on” week. My core still needs some work though. Like, lots. But at least it is getting incorporated in the routine.
What Needs Work:
1) Avoiding burn-out: I’m starting to feel like my life is being taken over by running (probably because it is). I don’t see myself becoming a marathon maniac anytime soon. This may be a once or twice in a lifetime activity for me.
And this has nothing to do with today’s post, but I thought it was funny (I’ve also used almost all of the good inspiration off of Pinterest. I may need to start making my own inspirational posters!). Also, this girl actually looks like she could be a runner instead of a fitness model.
I hope everyone has a fabulous week!