I ran 2 miles last night. It was...short. It was a little hard in the beginning, but it was because of the slight uphill. Then I go into the groove. I even had to put on the brakes because I was going slightly faster than I wanted to.
I also did insanity's core cardio and balance, but took it a lower intensity level. I really don't want to tire myself out too much.
I can't believe it. I am nearly at the end of my training. (tomorrow I have another 2 mile run). I used to look at my calender (Back in DECEMBER!) and think, it is going to take forever to get to the end. I remember looking at the 19 and 20 mile runs and thinking, those will be intense! But I did them! And here I sit 2 days away from running. I can hardly believe it and when I let it start to sink in, my stomach fills with butterflies.
I cannot believe that 18 weeks has come and gone and I am definitely stronger than when I started. I keep having dreams about marathons and a part of me just wants to be at that start line ready to turn on beast mode.
I've been drinking lots of water all week. I want my body to by hydrated all week and not just the day before. I'm trying to eat clean and starting yesterday I have added a little more carbohydrates to my meals. My pre-race meal will be spaghetti. I plan on buying ground turkey so it will not be greasy and making homemade bread. I LOVE homemade bread.
I've also decided to use honey stingers for this race. I like shot blocks, but they are hard to chew on the go. I don't want to waste precious seconds standing and eating. I'll fill 1 of my bottles with powerade like I usually do. I am going to the store and buying another running tank. It will be the same one that I have, but a size smaller. The one I have is a little big and I don't want problems with loose clothing.
Good thing I have a book club meeting tonight to keep my mind of the thought that I am usually running thursday evenings. Oh my gosh. It's almost Saturday!
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Deer Creek Trail- 9 miles
Saturday late afternoon I ran with my two neighbors. These 2 women trained with me for the Provo Haunted half last year. They said they would just train but not run the race. Well, they ended up running!
Anyway, we started off on the trail and it was really a great run. It was warm and just a slight breeze. The trail was busier than I have ever seen it.
I felt like I finally got my legs back. It felt amazing! I could have easily kept going. It was such a nice relief because I was really starting to worry.
I ran this trail faster than I have in the past. That was also really nice.
Anyway, we started off on the trail and it was really a great run. It was warm and just a slight breeze. The trail was busier than I have ever seen it.
I felt like I finally got my legs back. It felt amazing! I could have easily kept going. It was such a nice relief because I was really starting to worry.
I ran this trail faster than I have in the past. That was also really nice.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
20 Mile Run- March 28, 2015
I woke up that morning to my period. Are you kidding?! I was 6 days early. I blame my training for wacking out my cycle. There was little comfort in knowing I would have to run 20 miles later that day.
The other blow, realizing I was unable to run in the morning like I usually do. I was not able to start until 4:30pm.
It was 70 degrees outside. That may seem like the best time to go running but when I am used to running in the dark or just before sunset, 70 degrees is hot. I think my downfall were the hills that I did in the very beginning. I was sweating like a pig and I struggled 2 miles uphill.
My first 10 miles were excruciating. My legs hurt. My right knee hurt (what?!) and when I looped around back to my house to the use bathroom, it took everything for me to leave and keep running.
My whole body screamed at me to stop. My lower back especially hurt, but I can attribute that to my period. I wanted to turn around and just go home or call my husband to come and get me. But I kept going. Everything was mental at that point. I suppose it was good practice for when I run the real race.
I was just frustrated because I had run 19 miles 2 weeks prior and I rocked it! I stayed on the pace the 2nd half and felt tired, but good.
When I finished the 20 miles and shouted with happiness. Then I started crying. I was so happy and relieved I was done. I had run 20 miles. It was incredibly hard but rewarding.
I was still disappointed because I wanted to rock my 20 miles, but that's okay. I'll just rock my marathon!
The other blow, realizing I was unable to run in the morning like I usually do. I was not able to start until 4:30pm.
It was 70 degrees outside. That may seem like the best time to go running but when I am used to running in the dark or just before sunset, 70 degrees is hot. I think my downfall were the hills that I did in the very beginning. I was sweating like a pig and I struggled 2 miles uphill.
My first 10 miles were excruciating. My legs hurt. My right knee hurt (what?!) and when I looped around back to my house to the use bathroom, it took everything for me to leave and keep running.
My whole body screamed at me to stop. My lower back especially hurt, but I can attribute that to my period. I wanted to turn around and just go home or call my husband to come and get me. But I kept going. Everything was mental at that point. I suppose it was good practice for when I run the real race.
I was just frustrated because I had run 19 miles 2 weeks prior and I rocked it! I stayed on the pace the 2nd half and felt tired, but good.
When I finished the 20 miles and shouted with happiness. Then I started crying. I was so happy and relieved I was done. I had run 20 miles. It was incredibly hard but rewarding.
I was still disappointed because I wanted to rock my 20 miles, but that's okay. I'll just rock my marathon!
4 mile super recovery run
This morning I went running at 5am with my neighbor. I really, really enjoy running with her. I am on a taper (yay!) so I only had 4 miles to do. I started out fine but then I really began to struggle. We did run up a hill, but still. I was having a really hard time recovering when we turned.
My whole body felt tired. I had to walk at about a mile and a half. I felt so lame. But it is what it is.
On another note, I was in the top 10 female runners for the Saltair Half! Woohoo! I even won 2nd in my division! I think I get a certificate! So that made me feel better about not getting a better time.
My whole body felt tired. I had to walk at about a mile and a half. I felt so lame. But it is what it is.
On another note, I was in the top 10 female runners for the Saltair Half! Woohoo! I even won 2nd in my division! I think I get a certificate! So that made me feel better about not getting a better time.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Saltair Half- April 4, 2015
I actually got a good night's rest. I am usually quite anxious the night before a race. I woke up and got ready and headed out.
I got there in plenty of time. It was very cold and I began to worry if I should wear my jacket, but I opted out as we got ready for the race.
I started out slow at a 9 minute mile pace. I felt great. It was really hard not to punch it because of the adrenaline going. I wanted to go fast, but I knew I needed to pace myself. At about mile 4, my legs were feeling tired, but I tried to ignore them.
At mile 5, I knew I wanted to speed up. I ran that mile at 8:30, which was my goal for the remainder of the race. But after the mile, my body wasn't responding. My body was tired. I was getting frustrated. The wind was blowing pretty hard, but It was more a side wind than a head wind. I struggled to keep under 9 min miles.
By mile 8, my body was getting more tired. I would try to push my pace, but I couldn't. So, I thought, okay I will keep 9 min as much as possible. But by mile 9, I was so tired I wanted to quite. I didn't understand! In my speed training, and race pace days I was going 8:30 or faster for 8 miles. But today my body wasn't having it. Maybe it is because of my marathon training? My body is tired? I don't know, but I wanted to yell at my body!
At mile 10 everything became mental. I wanted to walk, I wanted to give up. My legs were so tired. I decided to dedicate each mile to my kids. I fought hard to keep 9 min miles. I even started going under 9min.
I surprised myself when I had 1 mile left that I passed the 2 hour pacers. I looked at my watch and knew that I could do this last mile fast. I gave it my all that last mile. My body was so tired but I pushed. That last mile I believe was a 8:40.
I crossed and I couldn't believe it. I got my PR. I came in at 1:57. That is 7 minutes faster than when I did my race back in November.
So why was I so mad at myself? I was so incredibly disappointed. I felt like in all my training and speed training, that I could have gotten 1:55 or lower. It should have been no problem. Mentally, I was there, but my body just wasn't prepared I guess. I was so moody the rest of the day. It was horrible. I should have been so happy that I finally gotten my PR.
So, I guess the lesson I learned is that each day is different. You can be rocking your runs and sometimes when it comes to race day, it could just be an off day. And that's okay.
It's not the end of the world. Afterall, it's just a race.
I got there in plenty of time. It was very cold and I began to worry if I should wear my jacket, but I opted out as we got ready for the race.
I started out slow at a 9 minute mile pace. I felt great. It was really hard not to punch it because of the adrenaline going. I wanted to go fast, but I knew I needed to pace myself. At about mile 4, my legs were feeling tired, but I tried to ignore them.
At mile 5, I knew I wanted to speed up. I ran that mile at 8:30, which was my goal for the remainder of the race. But after the mile, my body wasn't responding. My body was tired. I was getting frustrated. The wind was blowing pretty hard, but It was more a side wind than a head wind. I struggled to keep under 9 min miles.
By mile 8, my body was getting more tired. I would try to push my pace, but I couldn't. So, I thought, okay I will keep 9 min as much as possible. But by mile 9, I was so tired I wanted to quite. I didn't understand! In my speed training, and race pace days I was going 8:30 or faster for 8 miles. But today my body wasn't having it. Maybe it is because of my marathon training? My body is tired? I don't know, but I wanted to yell at my body!
At mile 10 everything became mental. I wanted to walk, I wanted to give up. My legs were so tired. I decided to dedicate each mile to my kids. I fought hard to keep 9 min miles. I even started going under 9min.
I surprised myself when I had 1 mile left that I passed the 2 hour pacers. I looked at my watch and knew that I could do this last mile fast. I gave it my all that last mile. My body was so tired but I pushed. That last mile I believe was a 8:40.
I crossed and I couldn't believe it. I got my PR. I came in at 1:57. That is 7 minutes faster than when I did my race back in November.
So why was I so mad at myself? I was so incredibly disappointed. I felt like in all my training and speed training, that I could have gotten 1:55 or lower. It should have been no problem. Mentally, I was there, but my body just wasn't prepared I guess. I was so moody the rest of the day. It was horrible. I should have been so happy that I finally gotten my PR.
So, I guess the lesson I learned is that each day is different. You can be rocking your runs and sometimes when it comes to race day, it could just be an off day. And that's okay.
It's not the end of the world. Afterall, it's just a race.
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