And I’m roughly the same shape…
Leonidas yesterday, Kool-Aid Man today. I only look like one of them, but which one is a secret (yeah, right). But like the Kool-Aid Man, I too broke though a wall today. OH YEAAAH!
Since I was able to do a decent run yesterday on a treadmill, I wanted to move ahead and run under my own steam. That took me back to the UT Rec Center to use the indoor track. I can’t wait for it to be bright enough early enough to run safely on the trails in the mornings. Soon… soon.
My success in breaking through the wall this morning leads me even more strongly to believe that increasing both my carbs and total calories is the right path, at least in the short term. There may be no such thing as a silver bullet, but my increased staying power was quite welcome.
Madness? THIS. IS. RUNNING!
Okay, so maybe the Leonidas meme is a little over the top. But after the last several days of having my training runs feel like running through water, having a decent run felt like Sir Edmond Hillary conquering Everest.
One thing I noticed is that I am running at a pretty good clip when I do trail & track running, even on my long and easy runs. In itself, that is unsurprising – my inability to pace myself is nearing mythic status (at least in my mind). But I am consistently running at what was my HMP from the 2013 Columbus Half. That’s probably a little too quick.
So, to judge if my pacing is at least part of the issue with my poor training, I went to the treadmill again. The goal was an LSD run with an enforced consistent pace. No running too fast when the belt is moving under you!
And, in part, it seemed to work. While not a effortless, podium-style run, it felt better than I expected.
She canna do it, Cap’n! She just dunna have the power!
That picture pretty accurately describes how my last several runs have gone. Indoors or outdoors, trail or track… it doesn’t seem to make a difference. I’m hitting the wall but hard each and every run. Yesterday’s run felt good for about two miles, then it all fell apart.
What got my attention after that run wasn’t the heavy arms or the dry mouth. When I sat down to take in some water, I nearly fell dead asleep right there on the bench. Closing my eyes after that run meant fighting to stay alert, even as I walked a short cooldown. I don’t know what falling instantly asleep after a rough run means, but I don’t figure it is a good thing.
Bonking and I are old enemies, so that sensation isn’t itself particularly scary. What does have me concerned, however, is that it is happening every time I go out. At this point, I’m even feeling some weariness in my shoulders and hips throughout the day (but that could be purely psychosomatic).
The point of all this isn’t to complain or moan about my lot – I just need to be honest about how I feel and how my body is holding up. While my current goal is weight loss (particularly after my previous binge period), I have to wonder if I need a few more calories or at least some more good carbs.
To that end, I’m adding a Clif Bar (or the equivalent, such as a Picky Bar) to my diet every day for at least the next several days. I’m also taking today off instead of tomorrow, and trying to do a LSD run tomorrow where I actually keep my heart rate in Zone 2 or 3 (gasp! Pacing myself!).
I know I can do better, I just need to figure out how to correct for this present problem.
Days like this, I wish I could afford to have a coach.
The weather finally cooperated (50s and dry, no ice on the trails), so I jumped on the chance to run outside again. It did mean changing up my schedule (breakfast before run, no GU), but it seemed a small price to pay.
And it was a joy to get off the treadmill and back onto the trails. While it was pretty damn windy, particularly the crosswinds, the temperature was warm enough and the rain stayed away. All said, the best running conditions we’ve seen for months and months.
If only the same could be said for my running capability. The two weeks I had to take off for illness & injury has seemingly killed my endurance. My speed is still there, I just can’t maintain it for as long. And wouldn’t you know, two weeks is how long it takes to lose your running edge.
Of course, running three times in 24 hours could have had something to do with my epic bonk…