Posts tagged marathon training
Posts tagged marathon training
There is it. I ran 127 miles in september. That includes today’s 10 mile run. Stick a fork in me, I’m done with my long runs. Oh yeah, except for that one really, really long run next Sunday.
Last long weekday run. 8 miles. I’m still waiting for that taper to begin.
My quads were okay, but my calves were a little achy. The knot I had in my left calf after Saturday’s 18 miles was gone, so that was good news. This was an out and back and it took me about 1-1/2 to 2 miles for my legs to warm up and for the ache in my calves to go away. It took me 52 minutes on the way out and 48 minutes on the way back. Once I worked the kinks out of my legs I felt really good and I thought “man, I hope I can feel this good on race day. Is that too much to ask?”
Took some pics for fun. I run out on the waterfront in downtown Portland, down to the South Waterfront, along the Willamette River.
This was the last loooong run for the training session. There is a 10 miler next Saturday, but when you’ve done 22, 10 doesn’t seem too bad. Whoever would have thought 10 miles would be considered a short run?
Today’s run was a preview of the marathon course. We met at the store and headed out towards Hwy. 30. When I was training with a friend to walk the marathon we did a training walk on that road and I hated it then. It’s crazy busy with cars and there’s not much to look at along the road because it’s in an industrial area. It leads to the St. John’s Bridge, which in my opinion is too damn high. TOO. DAMN. HIGH. But surprisingly, it wasn’t too bad. I was at the bridge before I knew it. There’s a long, steep hill heading up to the bridge, so I just took it slow because my left calf was tight. I finally got up to the top of the hill and headed out onto the bridge. FYI—the bridge is about a 1/2 mile long. I started running and thinking “don’t look out across the bridge.” So I looked down at the shadows the railings made on the walkway and got a serious case of vertigo. And stopped. In my head I was like “Whoa. Shit. Okay, don’t stop. Just keep walking. Breathe. Don’t look out to the side because you’ll see how high it is.” So I did this weird robot walk thing across most of it. Stiff armed. Stiff legged. Very slow. Just one step at a time. For almost a half mile. Fun! There were two ladies from my training group behind me and they came up on me walking and asked if I was okay. I told them what happened and one said “I can walk on the side and block your view.” She was really nice and stayed with me. Towards the end, when we weren’t over the river and it was sloping down I was able to pick it up a little and jog off the end of it. Jeremy was looking for us and said he had expected us sooner. I told him what happened. The girl who took off said she got vertigo too from looking at the railing shadows. Sorry. :/
See, I’ve been over that bridge when we did training walks and my friend held my hand. It really helped me a lot. I thought I’d be okay today, but nope. Jeremy asked me if I would be okay during the race. I think I will. They close the bridge and so I’ll be able to run right down the middle and not along the edge. And other people will be around. But they open it after a few hours and its at mile 16-17, so I need to get there before then. Or it will be the robot shuffle. And a pace killer.
The rest of the run was okay. I forgot how long Willamette Blvd. is. Went down hill on Greeley and Jeremy was waiting for me. He asked if I needed anything and I got some more water. He went over again on how to get down to the esplanade and then we had this conversation:
Jeremy: Do you want me to get you to the esplanade?
Me: Give me a ride?
Jeremy: Uh huh.
Me: No. That would be cheating!
Seriously, I wanted to do the whole 18. I took off and eventually hit the esplanade. I was starting to hurt a little. Left calf was unhappy and legs were just generally talking to me and saying “fuck off.” I broke it down. Get to Hawthorne Bridge. Get over Hawthorne Bridge. Get down to Saturday Market and tell everybody eating elephant ears to fuck off. Get down to Naito. Get to NW 9th. Get the hell back to the store.
My legs were hurting. I really wish I had fresh legs for this run, but alas, no. But my pace was 12:05 and that was with the robot shuffle, walking some to get water off my fuel belt. I tried to never stop moving when I was eating and drinking. We have 8 miles on Monday and a track workout on Wednesday and then a true taper begins. Until then I foam roll, use The Stick, stretch, pop Aleve and take ice baths.
Comparing how I feel tonight to how I felt last week at this time? Huge difference! Calves are tight, but I think that’s the shoes and going to take a little shopping trip tomorrow.
We met at the trailhead and after I harrassed Jeremy about the directions (straight in and straight out on Leif) we took off, went a 1/4 mile and used the porta potty. I ran with my usual half marathon people until mile 6 where they turned back and then went the next 5 on my own, with a potty stop in the woods. I felt bad knocking down this gigantic spider web, with the gigantic spider sitting dead center in the middle of it, but there was no way I was crawling under it and I needed to get back farther off the trail. Its rare to find a flat spot that goes off the trail and so I knocked that sucker down. I’m sure she’s on the way here to take her revenge, even though I apologized. Of course, then I hardly peed at all. Of course, I came around a corner, almost to the halfway point and meeting Jeremy and there it was. A vision in blue. A freaking porta potty! Oh sure I had just gone, but there was no way I wasn’t going to take advantage off it on the way back out and try and squeeze out a little more pee!
I met Jeremy, filled my bottles on my fuel belt, which worked wonderfully I might add, with orange replinsher, and hustled back on the trail. I realized I forgot to turn off my watch too. Tsk. I took advantage of the porta potty. They have mile markers every 1/4 mile. I thought they were going to drive me crazy, but I actually found them really comforting knowing I was chipping away at it quarter mile at a time. I kept feeling like I had to pee so I made another stop and of course, it was hardly worth the bother. So annoying. I did take a few little walking breaks on the last 5 miles, because my legs were really talking to me, but it wasn’t for long. I hit the 1 mile marker and I was like “1 mile! 1 mile!!” And before I knew it I was back at the trailhead. Woot! Of course, then I had to walk back to my car, which I think was about another half mile. I could have run it, but it was down hill on cement so I didn’t want to piss my quads off even more.
I really didn’t see anything exciting. It was just another run. Jeremy did say he might cut back next week’s run. It was supposed to be another 22 miles. I say let’s go for it. I want to be well prepared and don’t want to lose any conditioning. But I don’t want to be that kid who throws her hand up in the air and says “Ms. Smith, you forgot to give us homework!”
Marathon Training. Week whatever.
20 19.75 mile.
JEREMY sent us up Vista Blvd. I missed the last run that sent us up Vista. I’m thinking this was good and bad. Good because it probably would have been a crap fest then and who needs that. Bad, because maybe it would have helped my legs out today. Vista goes up and up and up and then you turn on Patton and it goes up and up. The elevation gain is 1000 feet in 3 miles. I mapped it.
So we get to the end of the hill climb and meet Jeremy. Now we have to run the Fairmount Blvd. loop, which was 3.51 miles. 4 times. FOUR. FUCKING. TIMES. He sent us off on what was later dubbed “the hard way.” There was more of a gradual hill climb this way, and the other way was downhill, of course. So I’ll just summarize the rest by bullet points.
This run was confidence shaking. Like seriously doubting I’ll be able to finish the marathon unless I’m just dragging ass across the finish line confidence shaking. I had one voice saying “you won’t have to go up and down Vista for the marathon” and “you didn’t eat enough for breakfast. you’ll fuel better next time.” And another little voice saying “you’re going to crash and burn big time during the marathon. You’ll be lucky if you can make it mile 20 without crashing and burning.” Little fucker. But it was really hard not to believe that little fucker.
So there you have it. All 20 miles of shitastic.
Track workout tonight.
400 / 800 / 1200 / 1600 / 1200 / 800 / 400 (:40)
each set at 95% or above race pace
So this is 4 miles total (4.5 if you include the easy 800 we do as part of the warm up). JEREMY is a card.
Marthon Training, Week Whatever (Is it over yet?), First 18 mile run
I swear, if Tumblr eats this post like it did a few minutes ago…. Its going to be much, much shorter, which you guys will appreciate, I’m sure.
I slept well last night because it was so much cooler—yay! And it was cool and cloudy the whole run. Truly, it was lovely! Our route was down to the waterfront from the store, out to Willamette Park to see Jeremy at the first aid station, and then over Sellwood Bridge to Springwater corridor and then see Jeremy under the Hawthorne Bridge, loop around the waterfront, back to Jeremy, and back to the store.
I was running with Mirielle, the French lady, and my hips were tightening up. Damn hip flexors. I have an appointment scheduled for August 27th. I have been stretching, but they were just pissed off today. I should have taken some Aleve yesterday and this morning.
We were on Springwater trail and Mirielle kept looking at her garmin and saying “11 minute pace.” “13 minute pace.” “10 minute pace.” We were bouncing up and down, probably because of me. I told her “how come 11 minute mile feels the same as 13 minute mile.”
I asked Jeremy at the aid station under the Hawthorne Bridge if he had drugs. I told him he’d achieve super hero status if he didn’t, but no go. Although he did have water, but you don’t achieve super hero status with water, only good drugs.
At some point Mirielle announced “I want a big sandwich” in her French accent. I was like, me too. With a side of Aleve, please.
We hit up Jeremy again and he asked how I was doing. I pretty much didn’t want to talk about it. Wasn’t going to make it better. Every step was an effort. 2.5 miles back to the store. I just kept trudging along. I had slowed significantly but didn’t care. Just wanted it to be over. Thank goodness it was cool because I can’t imagine having had to churn out those last miles with the sun beating down on me. I was never so happy to see my car and the store. I had Aleve in my purse and popped too.
I really hope that massage helps loosen things up because I can’t imagine being out there on marathon day and crapping out around mile 18. And don’t think I didn’t think about that when I was out there today. I was like “crap, am I going to be able to pull this off?” It would be a big suck fest for the next 8 miles.
I am very happy with the fact that other than a little walking break over the Hawthorne we ran the whole thing. The whole thing. Having Mirielle there kept me from having walking breaks which are usually pity parties. I wish I could figure out the average pace, but I don’t have a watch right now (don’t want to talk about it), but we left the store about 8:10 and I was back at the store around 12:20 and that was with 3 potty stops and 3 aid station stops. So all in all, pretty good.
So first things first, a massive branch of a massive tree fell on the track tonight. And fell on people. Yeah, fell on people. The diameter of the bottom of the branch that broke off the tree was probably 2 feet and there multiple branches. It covered almost the whole width of the track and a good 20 feet length wise. We were in the middle of the workout, heard this giant cracking sound and I looked up just in time to see it falling on people. On one side of the track there’s this stone house and a big tree on hillside. The weight of all the limbs must have been too heavy and it just cracked and fell. As soon as we saw it fall we all went running over there. 2 of our people got caught under it. One was only a little scrapped up but the other one had a lot of scraps. The last couple of weeks there have been 2 girls there training with a coach and one of them got trapped under it. They got her out and called an ambulance. She was conscious and moving around, but was definitely in some pain. There’s a hospital really close to the track so the ambulance got there really quickly and the fire department was there soon after. I couldn’t help but think about how much worse it could have been because Team in Training has been showing up around 6:30 and doing there warm up right under that tree. So that pretty much took the wind out of our track workout.
Rewind about 40 minutes before that, and I had gotten to the track and there was a local news crew there (KGW for you locals) and I asked “what’s going on with the news being here?!” The thought of being filmed while waddling around the track had me freaked out. I’m not sure if they talked to someone, did some kind of report or what, but they were packing up after our warm up. Of course, perverse curiosity is going to make me watch the news tonight.
I was standing there, avoiding the news camera, and talking to someone and Mirielle (pronounced me-ray) came up to me and said hello. She was the woman who ran the whole route with me on Saturday in July. I knew she was going to be gone for a couple of weeks because she was going to France, but she hadn’t shown back up yet and I figured she had decided not to come back. But there she was again! She walked up to me and said “hi! I’m back!” in her cute little French accent. (Apparently she was there on Saturday, but I wasn’t.) I was so thrilled to see her because this means I might have someone to run with on Saturdays for the whole route. Woot!!
So we did our warm up, I felt good, even with the warm weather. Jeremy (Moxy, I’m not referring to him as JEREMY tonight because he scaled down the workout for us due to the weather) told us to do 200 at 80-85% and then 200 easy. Like a really slow jog easy or even a walk. The marathon people were supposed to do 4 miles like this. I was standing there and felt my hamstring tightened up and before we started I leaned over to stretch and zing, my hamstring seized up on me. I was like “are you fucking kidding me?!” I mean, seriously? Again?!! I walked for a bit and it loosened up and I was able to run. My shoe lace came untied, I leaned over to tie it, and it tightened up again. Lesson learned, don’t bend over. Got it. I was just starting to run again after a short walk and that’s when the tree limb fell over.
After the whole tree thing happened and the emergency people arrived, Jeremy got us back together and said “yeah, well, I think that wraps up tonight’s workout. People hurt, a tree blocking the track, yep, its time to go home.” I only got 1.5 miles into it. Oh well. I’ll kick ass next week. Just glad no one was hurt more seriously and hope the girl is okay.
9.45 miles done. Didn’t quite make it to 11, but that’s okay because I ran up Terwilliger. First I ran out and back on 4th avenue to add extra mileage, then I ran up Terwilliger Blvd. I also forgot I was out of sports beans this morning so my energy was fading fast on the way back down Terwillger. A 180 calorie kashi bar is not properf fuel for almost 10 miles. Just glad that’s done. Back on track tomorrow with 8 miles.
I remember when I used to have clean legs.
15 miles through Forest Park (so thankful for all the trees and the shade and it wasn’t Vista this week), a few near biffs (seriously, I just got lucky), one squat behind a tree to pee what felt like was going to be a river, but was probably only a tablespoon (still lingering bladder infection?), enounter a man with two standard poodles—twice—that he called by male names, but one was white with a large pink stripe (poor fella is gonna have identity problems) and a lower half that feels like its on fire. I’m pooped. I got home, ate a sandwich, and turned on the Olympics to see the men’s 10k. I simply can’t watch anyone run right now. Just watching them makes me more tired. Seriously. Now to take a shower and scrub trail dirt off my legs.