With 4 weeks left before my next “major” marathon, Rock and Roll Arizona (as if there were “minor” ones), both miles and ego fragility are at all time highs. Each run is hyper analyzed with great detail. For a numbers based guy like me, it is all about miles per week, pace per mile, and how hard of an effort it takes to actually hit each of the above. Unfortunately, with a work schedule that is a little more hectic than one of those wedding dress sales and the holidays that bring lots of “joy”, last week’s running was NOT one that I would like to remember.**
There are really two runs last week that result in the big fat FAIL stamp for the week.
First, there was the day I realized I had gone soft.***
Tuesday is always mid-week sort of long run day. I was scheduled to run 15 miles. Nothing fancy, just get out the door and put foot to
Well, not ACTUALLY that, but there was water coming out of the sky! Something more like this:
As I look at this picture, is it even raining? God I'm a wuss
You see, it rains in Phoenix less than 10 times per year. This just happened to be one of those times. When I lived in Kansas City a short 3 years ago, I would have shrugged off the sprinkles as an annoyance, laughed at all of the pansies running to their treadmills, and went out for my run. But not last week. I made the decision that it must have been the running gods way of telling me that I wasn’t supposed to run that day and that I should push back my entire running schedule by a day. Which of course meant that I had to put up with the reverse walk of shame – my clothes sitting out waiting for me to put them on.
Just like a walk of shame, these clothes just sat there judging me all day long
Which, I did push the run to the next day, but it was shortened to 12 miles because I ran out of time because work is annoying.
On Sunday, I had 20 miles with 14 miles at marathon pace scheduled. Make no mistake, this is a TOUGH run. I always somewhat dread that workout. You end up putting forth a lot of the effort of a marathon but get none of the rewards (medal, mylar blanket, slipping on used water cups, stale bananas). But, it is one of the best predictors of marathon fitness that I know.
The run started off slow – far too slow. My stomach had been a bit off all weekend, but I tried to put it out of my mind. I slogged through 4 miles at a pace that was around 30 seconds off-pace and when I tried to pick it up to marathon pace my guts hit the eject button. Literally. After a
The combination of those two sucky runs really had me in a bad place last week. So, this week I decided to call a mulligan on the entire last week and try again this week. So far I'm not doing to bad. I still had bathroom issues today during my 15 miler, however today instead of making me feel worse, dropping the pounds made me feel lighter, faster, and more fit! I think a mulligan was exactly what I needed - hopefully. Truth is, I don't have the time before the race to find out!
**Bring on the holiday booze!
***I know, I know…..
****Code brown is sort of like a blue light special at K-Mart. Well, at least it smells like a K-Mart