Ever since my last post I did very little training... Two things: real life and injury. The injury is not "literal": I have a left hip that is bothering me constantly now. I can still run, most days I can even run fast, but by the end of most runs, I get some increasing pain. So I tried to use the excuse of too much work to rest up and get it healed, but it may be impossible. Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse, but it is almost always there.
I'm still running the November 11th race, because I run it for a team, but I can't expect great times. Probably not even 1:30. I've just restarted after a longer break of almost a month, and I have no idea how I will fare.
So not much to report, but I thought I should update the blog so that not the shitty post is the one on the top. :)
Friday, October 25
Sunday, August 25
Friday night I ran my first real measurable fast workout of this training cycle, though the circumstances were far from ideal. It was 5 x 800 meters intervals. It was late in the night (dark), and I intentionally didn't run during the day because it was so hot. Even after 10pm, when I left for the run, it was still 80 F. I ran at Waggener High School track; not the best, and I had to move benches from the inner lane and dodge sprinklers.
Warning: if you are easily grossed out, you might want to skip this paragraph. So in the second lap of the second interval, I had to run really hard to keep my time decent, and I felt that I was losing control of my rectal muscles. I had to slow down a bit so I didn't crap my shorts. I though my intervals were over, and I wasn't sure I can get home without an accident. But it was really dark at the track, so I just took a dump in the shadows by the track; used some grass to wipe my ass, and then I felt liberated. The I thought that I might as well finish the intervals.
It wasn't easy. I had to push myself to the limit on every single one of them to just put them under 3 minutes. Splits are 2:54, 2:57, 2:54, 2:58, 2:58 (hundredths are rounded down). But with the circumstances, I say it's not too bad. Average of 2:57.7. It barely hits the 1:27 HM McMillan training times, but under more ideal circumstances and later in the training cycle a HM PR is not out of the question.
Warning: if you are easily grossed out, you might want to skip this paragraph. So in the second lap of the second interval, I had to run really hard to keep my time decent, and I felt that I was losing control of my rectal muscles. I had to slow down a bit so I didn't crap my shorts. I though my intervals were over, and I wasn't sure I can get home without an accident. But it was really dark at the track, so I just took a dump in the shadows by the track; used some grass to wipe my ass, and then I felt liberated. The I thought that I might as well finish the intervals.
It wasn't easy. I had to push myself to the limit on every single one of them to just put them under 3 minutes. Splits are 2:54, 2:57, 2:54, 2:58, 2:58 (hundredths are rounded down). But with the circumstances, I say it's not too bad. Average of 2:57.7. It barely hits the 1:27 HM McMillan training times, but under more ideal circumstances and later in the training cycle a HM PR is not out of the question.
Thursday, August 22
Tuesday, August 20
Bernheim Challenge 7 Miler Race Report
Goal: Top 10
I wasn't planning on running this race until a few weeks ago I volunteered for another trail race and I got two free entries for two trail races of the 2013 series. I got all excited about running trail races, especially after the Bourbon Chase fell through. I didn't specifically prepare for this one, and the race came at the end of a 58-mile week, only the second in a row of large mileage weeks, so I was not recovered. But I didn't care that much and I thought I can still be in the top 10. I previewed the course so I knew where the hills were. The main thing that worried me though was that the trail is very technical, and the older I get, the worse I get on technical terrain. Not that I was that good to begin with...
We woke up to a gorgeous late summer morning, temperature in the high 60s, which I guess is not good for me considering that I tend to suffer less from heat than my opponents. The race was held in the beautiful Bernheim Forest and Arboretum. It was a point-to-point course, so at the beginning buses took people up the hill and we ran down back to Guerrilla Hollow (close to the Visitors' Center). I was lucky enough to get a space in a car of a friend of a friend, so I was up on the hill in no time. The race started a little late, but that was expected due to the 100 runners, who had to be taken to the start line.
We started on a fire road in the woods, but in 50 yards, the course took a right turn onto a singletrack trail. I wanted to be close to front runners, and I took the turn in the 4th place. The first mile was mostly downhill, so I pushed myself really hard, finishing the first mile in about 6:30, which is no simple feat on that technical course. Maybe I paid for that later. In any case, I let a few people pass on the subsequent uphill mile, and then settled into a pace and a strategy that I thought I could keep by the end.
Well, it didn't happen. One by one, people passed me and I never saw them again. Typically this happened on the climbs, where I had to walk many times, because I felt exhausted and mentally weak. But even on downhills, I wasn't very fast, and some runners gained on me. I gave up two more positions in the last mile, one, to a 56 year old guy, who was barely faster running uphill than I was walking, but I could not run. I finished in 12th place with a time of 59:40. Age graded is even much worse: 17th place. An old rival beat me by more than two minutes, so that he actually took a wrong tun and lost a bunch of time!
I can try to find excuses, but at the end, this is what it is: a pathetic performance. This kind of trail racing is probably not for me, but even then, I should have done better than this. So it might be all for the better that I won't be able to race Siltstone in November (family schedule), but instead I will race the LSC Half Marathon again. It would be really cool to PR in that hilly race, maybe running a 1:23, but it seems like a long shot with my recent performances...
Sunday, July 28
Long time no post... That doesn't meant that I didn't run, but as usual, summer brought on less running... I'm trying to get back to full training with a November Half Marathon in mind. That would be either Siltstone (trail) or LSC (if UofL asks me to run for their team - if there is a team at all).
The Bourbon Chase is off. The team that was essentially promised to me vaporized, so we didn't pay the balance, and so the team is off now. I'm bitter about this, and it was also a big financial loss, but it is not worth blogging about it.
I gained 5 pounds during my less-running-time, so now I have something to lose. :) That's OK, and 5 lbs is not that much.
I came back from Hungary (dry continental climate and quite a bit northern than Kentucky) on July 10, and immediately went for a few runs, only to realize that the different climate and maybe the lack of training took away my ability to run decently here. So even though I was very tempted to run the Otter Creek 8-miler trail race the weekend after my return, I decided it wouldn't be fun to embarrass myself. But there was a last minute call for volunteers so I volunteered. That gained me two free entries of future trail races in this series this year, so that's my focus now.
So in a nutshell: I'm starting a HM plan this week, but in the meantime, I focus on trail training (it really is called cross country training) by running more hills and more trails. I can't expect to match my peak form times, but I'll try to get in shape to be able to PR in a hypothetical November flat HM. If things go great that might mean a PR or close in LSC HM (which isn't flat by any means) or possible a good position in Siltstone HM.
The two weeks leading up to the start of the HM plan included one more travel and a bad cold, that cost me some training. But today I ran a "PR" on the Siltstone trail. OK, no big deal, probably only the 2nd time I'm trying to run this in a decent time, but 2:06:22 on a trail that is comparable to the Millennium Trail at Bernheim is not bad, especially overweight and on the very first day of the training plan. Oh, and it didn't kill me: I'm quite fine now.
The Bourbon Chase is off. The team that was essentially promised to me vaporized, so we didn't pay the balance, and so the team is off now. I'm bitter about this, and it was also a big financial loss, but it is not worth blogging about it.
I gained 5 pounds during my less-running-time, so now I have something to lose. :) That's OK, and 5 lbs is not that much.
I came back from Hungary (dry continental climate and quite a bit northern than Kentucky) on July 10, and immediately went for a few runs, only to realize that the different climate and maybe the lack of training took away my ability to run decently here. So even though I was very tempted to run the Otter Creek 8-miler trail race the weekend after my return, I decided it wouldn't be fun to embarrass myself. But there was a last minute call for volunteers so I volunteered. That gained me two free entries of future trail races in this series this year, so that's my focus now.
So in a nutshell: I'm starting a HM plan this week, but in the meantime, I focus on trail training (it really is called cross country training) by running more hills and more trails. I can't expect to match my peak form times, but I'll try to get in shape to be able to PR in a hypothetical November flat HM. If things go great that might mean a PR or close in LSC HM (which isn't flat by any means) or possible a good position in Siltstone HM.
The two weeks leading up to the start of the HM plan included one more travel and a bad cold, that cost me some training. But today I ran a "PR" on the Siltstone trail. OK, no big deal, probably only the 2nd time I'm trying to run this in a decent time, but 2:06:22 on a trail that is comparable to the Millennium Trail at Bernheim is not bad, especially overweight and on the very first day of the training plan. Oh, and it didn't kill me: I'm quite fine now.
Sunday, May 19
St. Matthews Street Festival 5K
Goal: 18:30, but at least sub-19
Since this race was a piggyback afterthought after the half marathon, I didn't really take it seriously. I didn't train very much at all since the half marathon, and I actually decided on the time goal on the morning of the race. I knew I wanted to destroy that old PR of mine (19:11), and that I also wanted to run sub-19 (I'm on that thread on runningahead.com), but I also knew I should be capable of more. McMillan equates my HM time with 18:02, but I knew that was unrealistic for several reasons: it was quite warm and humid, the course was not completely flat (unlike the half marathon), and I did no specific 5K training, in fact I slacked out quite a bit in the last two weeks.
So I was putting on my running gear early at dawn, when my daughter and I were standing at the window (admiring a bunny having breakfast in our backyard), and I asked her what I should aim for, and after a short discussion we agreed on 18:30. (She is 9 years old, but already a runner. She completed her first 5K last weekend in 30:41. I did run with her, but that is a different story. I will write about that later.)
I arrived to the race early enough to have plenty of time for warmup and bathroom breaks. It was 68 F (=20 C), which wouldn't be so bad if the humidity wasn't freaking 87%. Also, let me include the elevation chart of the course right here.
Not too hard, but there are a few rolling hills, and it is nasty that the first mile is the easiest and the last one is the hardest. Regardless, the pre-race preparation went very smoothly, and I actually started to worry a bit about how relaxed I was. You need some adrenaline to run well.
I lined up right behind the start line, and exactly on time the race started. I darted out as usually, but in 100 yards I had to realize that I'm not winning this one: a group of 5 young guys in their 20s went out at 5:30-ish pace, and they looked like they knew what they were doing. I settled to a pace that felt like my VO2 max, and my GPS confirmed the correct 5:40-ish pace. I'm saying correct, because with the elevation profile and the goal, I knew I had to complete the first mile well under 6 minutes. As for position, there was the initial group of 5, and one more somewhat slower (but still clearly faster than me) young guy, and I let 2 bare chested guys in their 40s pass me in the first 1/2 mile. So I was at 9th place.
Mile 1: 5:47
So far so good. Right after the mile marker it seemed like one of the initial 5 had more ambition that ability, and he slowed quite a bit. I passed him right after the mile marker. (I think he ended up running 20:04 - after a first mile that was faster than mine.) But the hills started, and the sun came down hard, and halfway through I started to feel lousy. We made a bunch of turns, and I was running in no man's land. The shirtless guys in sight, but too fast to catch, and nobody behind me that I could see. The end is too far.
Mile 2: 5:59 (technical note at the end about mile splits)
The next mile was pure struggle. It was also the hardest in terms of elevation and turns. I ran my last 5K almost a year ago, and I already forgot how much they hurt. I wasn't 100% in the game mentally, and I forgot (seriously) to use my "out of body" technique. But I did think of my forum pals, and my daughter, of course, how disappointed she would be if I slowed down. I also made sure nobody threatened my position. The shirtless guys were at constant distance of 12-14 seconds ahead of me (that's how we finished), and slowed exactly the same rate as I. One more indication that my slowing was not a result of bad race strategy, but the terrain and the natural slight positive splits that is the optimal way to run a 5K.
Mile 3: 6:07
We turned onto the finish line, and I gave everything. I saw the clock and I knew I was sub-19, but 18:30 has just slipped away. I thought of my daughter when I crossed the line at 18:32 (slightly under 6 minute pace for the kick). Well, that's approximately 18:30, isn't it.
I still think I raced this one well, nearly perfectly. I'm not sure I could have done any better than this. But on a flat course, in 50 degrees, and with proper speed training, I might be able to go below 18 minutes. I still have more than 2 years before my 40th birthday. I actually think of racing more 5Ks, with 70 mile weeks and real preparation. They do hurt, but they are pleasantly short, and very abundant. You can race one seriously every other week. And maybe, just maybe, one day, when coincidentally all the good runners stay at home, I could win an overall at a road race for the first time in my life.
The depth of the Louisville running scene is well illustrated by the fact that 18:32 was only good for 8th place at a local 5K. The winning time was 15:37. I got 2nd in my age group, which would get me an award, but I had no time to wait for the ceremony, because I promised my daughter that I would take her to the Science Center today, so I rushed home. The race was so close to our house that I got home at 8:35, when about a quarter of the participants were still on the course. I will pick up whatever I won probably today (Sunday) before I'm leaving town for a week.
*****
Technical note on mile splits: The marker for mile 1 lined up well with Garmin, but the mile 2 marker was grossly different. At the end the GPS measured the course as 3.04 miles, but I'm rather sure that it was the correct distance and the GPS was wrong. I have several reasons to believe that. 1) The organizing company was a very reputable one. I don't think they got the course certified, but I'm sure they measured it carefully. 2) When I overlay my route with a satellite picture, it diverts from the streets a lot, making me cutting corners by running through buildings. 3) When I ran the course in training, the GPS measured it to be longer. That's actually not surprising. When I run faster, the data points will be farther from each other. 4) Mile 1 was accurate, because it was mostly straight. When we started to make many turns, accuracy went dramatically down.
I knew this while running, so I wasn't too worried about my Garmin splits. And for the purpose of the report, I scaled down 2.11 miles to 2.04 (actual to measured) and divided my measured mile splits by this ratio to get more correct ones. These are the ones reported above.
Goal: 18:30, but at least sub-19
Since this race was a piggyback afterthought after the half marathon, I didn't really take it seriously. I didn't train very much at all since the half marathon, and I actually decided on the time goal on the morning of the race. I knew I wanted to destroy that old PR of mine (19:11), and that I also wanted to run sub-19 (I'm on that thread on runningahead.com), but I also knew I should be capable of more. McMillan equates my HM time with 18:02, but I knew that was unrealistic for several reasons: it was quite warm and humid, the course was not completely flat (unlike the half marathon), and I did no specific 5K training, in fact I slacked out quite a bit in the last two weeks.
So I was putting on my running gear early at dawn, when my daughter and I were standing at the window (admiring a bunny having breakfast in our backyard), and I asked her what I should aim for, and after a short discussion we agreed on 18:30. (She is 9 years old, but already a runner. She completed her first 5K last weekend in 30:41. I did run with her, but that is a different story. I will write about that later.)
I arrived to the race early enough to have plenty of time for warmup and bathroom breaks. It was 68 F (=20 C), which wouldn't be so bad if the humidity wasn't freaking 87%. Also, let me include the elevation chart of the course right here.
I lined up right behind the start line, and exactly on time the race started. I darted out as usually, but in 100 yards I had to realize that I'm not winning this one: a group of 5 young guys in their 20s went out at 5:30-ish pace, and they looked like they knew what they were doing. I settled to a pace that felt like my VO2 max, and my GPS confirmed the correct 5:40-ish pace. I'm saying correct, because with the elevation profile and the goal, I knew I had to complete the first mile well under 6 minutes. As for position, there was the initial group of 5, and one more somewhat slower (but still clearly faster than me) young guy, and I let 2 bare chested guys in their 40s pass me in the first 1/2 mile. So I was at 9th place.
Mile 1: 5:47
So far so good. Right after the mile marker it seemed like one of the initial 5 had more ambition that ability, and he slowed quite a bit. I passed him right after the mile marker. (I think he ended up running 20:04 - after a first mile that was faster than mine.) But the hills started, and the sun came down hard, and halfway through I started to feel lousy. We made a bunch of turns, and I was running in no man's land. The shirtless guys in sight, but too fast to catch, and nobody behind me that I could see. The end is too far.
Mile 2: 5:59 (technical note at the end about mile splits)
The next mile was pure struggle. It was also the hardest in terms of elevation and turns. I ran my last 5K almost a year ago, and I already forgot how much they hurt. I wasn't 100% in the game mentally, and I forgot (seriously) to use my "out of body" technique. But I did think of my forum pals, and my daughter, of course, how disappointed she would be if I slowed down. I also made sure nobody threatened my position. The shirtless guys were at constant distance of 12-14 seconds ahead of me (that's how we finished), and slowed exactly the same rate as I. One more indication that my slowing was not a result of bad race strategy, but the terrain and the natural slight positive splits that is the optimal way to run a 5K.
Mile 3: 6:07
We turned onto the finish line, and I gave everything. I saw the clock and I knew I was sub-19, but 18:30 has just slipped away. I thought of my daughter when I crossed the line at 18:32 (slightly under 6 minute pace for the kick). Well, that's approximately 18:30, isn't it.
I still think I raced this one well, nearly perfectly. I'm not sure I could have done any better than this. But on a flat course, in 50 degrees, and with proper speed training, I might be able to go below 18 minutes. I still have more than 2 years before my 40th birthday. I actually think of racing more 5Ks, with 70 mile weeks and real preparation. They do hurt, but they are pleasantly short, and very abundant. You can race one seriously every other week. And maybe, just maybe, one day, when coincidentally all the good runners stay at home, I could win an overall at a road race for the first time in my life.
The depth of the Louisville running scene is well illustrated by the fact that 18:32 was only good for 8th place at a local 5K. The winning time was 15:37. I got 2nd in my age group, which would get me an award, but I had no time to wait for the ceremony, because I promised my daughter that I would take her to the Science Center today, so I rushed home. The race was so close to our house that I got home at 8:35, when about a quarter of the participants were still on the course. I will pick up whatever I won probably today (Sunday) before I'm leaving town for a week.
*****
Technical note on mile splits: The marker for mile 1 lined up well with Garmin, but the mile 2 marker was grossly different. At the end the GPS measured the course as 3.04 miles, but I'm rather sure that it was the correct distance and the GPS was wrong. I have several reasons to believe that. 1) The organizing company was a very reputable one. I don't think they got the course certified, but I'm sure they measured it carefully. 2) When I overlay my route with a satellite picture, it diverts from the streets a lot, making me cutting corners by running through buildings. 3) When I ran the course in training, the GPS measured it to be longer. That's actually not surprising. When I run faster, the data points will be farther from each other. 4) Mile 1 was accurate, because it was mostly straight. When we started to make many turns, accuracy went dramatically down.
I knew this while running, so I wasn't too worried about my Garmin splits. And for the purpose of the report, I scaled down 2.11 miles to 2.04 (actual to measured) and divided my measured mile splits by this ratio to get more correct ones. These are the ones reported above.
Wednesday, May 15
I accidentally erased my training logs for the last 2-3 years. It was never meant to be permanent (this is why I write this blog; *this* is supposed to be permanent), and I did not keep the logs that I used before I converted to SportTracks, but now I feel like I lost something... At least I should have kept the data from the beginning of this year. Oh, well.
Anyway, trying to think of what I have to preserve:
To the best of my memory, my old Mizunos have ~350 miles on them, and the newer ones have ~100 miles. My Kinvaras also have ~100 miles. The pair of Asics I use for speedwork has been on borrowed time for a while, so it doesn't really matter. Let's start from here.
I ran 5.63 miles today in 42:06 in my old shoes. The weather was 86 F, sunny. Summer is here.
I am signed up for a 5K in the weekend, but I really don't feel like running. This is post goal race burnout. Nevertheless, I forced a set of intervals on myself on Sunday. Only 2 x 2000 at 7:15, 7:20 respectively. It was hard as hell. I'm not exactly sure why, because it was nice and cool, and I only ran about 40 miles on the week before (that was my post goal race week, so it was still pretty good). But then after Sunday I missed two days in a row. I did mean to rest on Monday, but Tuesday was just sheer laziness. Or post goal race burnout. Call what we want.
Anyway, trying to think of what I have to preserve:
To the best of my memory, my old Mizunos have ~350 miles on them, and the newer ones have ~100 miles. My Kinvaras also have ~100 miles. The pair of Asics I use for speedwork has been on borrowed time for a while, so it doesn't really matter. Let's start from here.
I ran 5.63 miles today in 42:06 in my old shoes. The weather was 86 F, sunny. Summer is here.
I am signed up for a 5K in the weekend, but I really don't feel like running. This is post goal race burnout. Nevertheless, I forced a set of intervals on myself on Sunday. Only 2 x 2000 at 7:15, 7:20 respectively. It was hard as hell. I'm not exactly sure why, because it was nice and cool, and I only ran about 40 miles on the week before (that was my post goal race week, so it was still pretty good). But then after Sunday I missed two days in a row. I did mean to rest on Monday, but Tuesday was just sheer laziness. Or post goal race burnout. Call what we want.
Saturday, May 4
500 Festival Mini Marathon HM
Goal: 1:25:00. Dream goal: 1:23:00.
I decided to run this race, because after I signed up for the Derby Mini, it turned out that I'll be traveling that weekend. So I needed another half marathon in the spring, and this seemed nice. In retrospect, the fact you have to pick up the packet the day before, so I had to drive to Indianapolis twice in two days, is a bit of a pain.
Since it is a two hour drive, and the race is huge, I got up at 3:15 AM in the morning to be able to leave home at 4:00, and to get to Indy at 6:00. The race started at 7:33, but we were supposed be in our corrals at 7:00, and with 30 thousand participants in this race, I didn't want to risk parking issues. I parked the car at 6:00, and I was in the start area at 6:30. It was a bit boring to wait for the start, but with these many people, I think I made the right choice. At least I could a do a good warmup. I got into Corral A at about 7:10 and lined up at about third-fourth line. I was only a few yards from the start line. I admired a few African elites in front with their child size bodies that is capable of maintaining sub-5 minute pace for the distance of a marathon.
We had a bit of a silence for Boston. With the adrenaline pumping in me, or because I was so focused on running, I got quite emotional, especial thinking about the child victim of the bombing. Then we listened to the anthem of my adopted home country. At 7:30, we saw the wheelchairs off, and 3 minutes later we were off running.
It is always a bit surreal running a race. Somehow I just don't feel the effort the same way. Noticing my fast breathing I knew I was running hard, but subjectively it felt easy. So I did a bit of a jackrabbit start (I do this all the time), and the first mile was over in no time.
Mile 1: 6:07 (All splits are Garmin splits, and it showed 13.15 at the end)
OK, that's unquestionably too fast. I have to slow down gradually, because this is guaranteed blowup. We ran through some streets here; I don't have a lot of memory of these, except that I didn't find Indy particularly nice. Supposedly we ran by the White River, but I don't remember water. I was just too focused on running.
Mile 2: 6:13
Still too fast. I let people pass me, because I knew I had to get back to the crowd who are running at 6:20 pace. I have to say it is a bit demoralizing to let people pass you. My breathing became a bit more relaxed.
Mile 3: 6:18
Yeah, yeah, still a bit too fast. But I felt pretty good and the bands here were playing old Rock'n'Roll. It's hard to control yourself. Maybe this was the part of the race when I blew my sub-1:23 chances. The 5K mark had a clock that I passed at 19:23, and that's only 12 seconds off of my PR from 2011, the last time I ran a 5K. (It would probably be easy to run a sub-19 5K if I tried.) But it also meant that the Indiana Runners thread would know I crossed the 5K point with this time. "If I blow this, they will be so disappointed", I thought. Slow down...
Mile 4: 6:15
Too fast. Got to slow down. I let a few more people pass. I also started to feel the heat (it was 60 degrees). I took water at an aid station and poured half of it over my head.
Mile 5: 6:24
That's more like it. Now I was among people who I thought may have the same speed as me. We entered the vicinity of the famous racetrack. I ran quite relaxed, telling myself that we still have most of the race ahead.
Mile 6: 6:31
We entered the racetrack, and I guess it was supposed to be really special, but to me it meant essentially nothing. Except that it had a nice straight (or slightly curved) very smooth asphalt road. I saw a guy throwing up by the the track. I though: what a shame that he maintained this hard pace so far, and now his race is over.
Mile 7: 6:25
Now I was down to my 1:23 goal pace average (6:20/mile), so it was time to maintain it. I tried to pace off of people around me, but I soon realized that I wasn't the only one who went out too fast. I started to pass people back who just passed me. The track was long, windy, and boring.
Mile 8: 6:20
At this point I saw that I ran the exactly correct pace in the last mile, but it felt I was working hard, so it was a bad sign... Still, I would have blamed myself forever if I didn't try to finish the race at this pace. We left the track and I was till passing people, but I knew I wasn't fast, but instead they were slowing.
Mile 9: 6:25
I noticed that I was a few seconds off of my 1:23 pace. Still 4+ miles left, so I can't kill myself. I just tried to pace off of a guy in a red T-shirt, who seemed to maintain the right pace, but I was quite tired and he started to slip away.
Mile 10: 6:17
We ran along a long straight road, and I already imagined this to be the finish line, but of course it wasn't. I passed the 10-mile marker at 1:03:20, which is the right pace for 6:20/mile, 1:23 finish. Only 5K was left, so I decided I would give everything. Pushed hard, passed a few people. I was hurting, but my pace was still controlled.
Mile 11: 6:17
We turned onto the road by the river. The field thinned out quite a bit here, and I ran alone in the turn. I felt I was very slow. I changed to a somewhat irregular breathing, because I just needed more oxygen. I tried to do the same strategy: pushing hard, controlled pace, but I was hurting badly. I started to look at my watch just to see how long I was along within the mile. Again, I saw a guy stopped (almost collapsed) by the road.
Mile 12: 6:26
We turned onto a bridge and so we had to climb the slight incline to the bridge. It was nothing, but it killed me. Finally I understood how it feels to blow up at the end of a race. It was not in my head. I was able tell my brain to go fast, but my body just switched off the circuits. I was going as fast as I could. People now passed me.
Mile 13: 6:32
Not terrible, but I saw the finish clock turning 1:23, which was a mild disappointment. I sprinted down to the line.
Remaining: ~52 seconds, sub 6-min pace.
Final time: 1:23:28 (chip time) 143rd overall (out of 30064), 29th in age group (out of 1982).
I was very tired in the finish; a volunteer asked me multiple times if I was OK. We got our worthless medals (everybody gets one), but as a nice touch they gave a "500 club" medal to the first 500 finishers.
This is my first race in a while when I didn't achieve my dream goal, but I still did achieve my regular goal, and more. I think with proper training and ideal race conditions (60 degrees was about 10 degrees too high) I should be able to run sub-1:23, but maybe I really should focus on the queen of all races: the marathon. McMillan is now quite positive that I could break 3 hours.
Post race party was OK, but they didn't give me my free "beer" (I'm putting quotation marks here, because it was Michelob Ultra) without my ID, which I left in my car. I mean come on, I'm 37. I walked back to my car and got back to the finish area a good 1/2 hour later. The area was extremely crowded by then. The two-hour folks have just arrived.
I have to say that even though the organization was extremely efficient, and I'm sure the silly ID rule must be followed if they don't want to get in trouble, I didn't really like this race. Car racing means nothing to me, and frankly, Indianapolis is not very pretty. Besides, the race is just too big. Sure, I can start from the front, but I have to arrive 90 minutes early, I have to park a mile from the start line, and there are just too many people everywhere. The KY Derby Half instead runs through beautiful Old Louisville with its Victorian homes, Churchill Downs, and it's about half the size. Plus, I live in Louisville.
Next immediate goal is to piggyback something off of this training. Might not be anything before Bernheim HM, but that would also be nice.
Goal: 1:25:00. Dream goal: 1:23:00.
I decided to run this race, because after I signed up for the Derby Mini, it turned out that I'll be traveling that weekend. So I needed another half marathon in the spring, and this seemed nice. In retrospect, the fact you have to pick up the packet the day before, so I had to drive to Indianapolis twice in two days, is a bit of a pain.
Since it is a two hour drive, and the race is huge, I got up at 3:15 AM in the morning to be able to leave home at 4:00, and to get to Indy at 6:00. The race started at 7:33, but we were supposed be in our corrals at 7:00, and with 30 thousand participants in this race, I didn't want to risk parking issues. I parked the car at 6:00, and I was in the start area at 6:30. It was a bit boring to wait for the start, but with these many people, I think I made the right choice. At least I could a do a good warmup. I got into Corral A at about 7:10 and lined up at about third-fourth line. I was only a few yards from the start line. I admired a few African elites in front with their child size bodies that is capable of maintaining sub-5 minute pace for the distance of a marathon.
We had a bit of a silence for Boston. With the adrenaline pumping in me, or because I was so focused on running, I got quite emotional, especial thinking about the child victim of the bombing. Then we listened to the anthem of my adopted home country. At 7:30, we saw the wheelchairs off, and 3 minutes later we were off running.
It is always a bit surreal running a race. Somehow I just don't feel the effort the same way. Noticing my fast breathing I knew I was running hard, but subjectively it felt easy. So I did a bit of a jackrabbit start (I do this all the time), and the first mile was over in no time.
Mile 1: 6:07 (All splits are Garmin splits, and it showed 13.15 at the end)
OK, that's unquestionably too fast. I have to slow down gradually, because this is guaranteed blowup. We ran through some streets here; I don't have a lot of memory of these, except that I didn't find Indy particularly nice. Supposedly we ran by the White River, but I don't remember water. I was just too focused on running.
Mile 2: 6:13
Still too fast. I let people pass me, because I knew I had to get back to the crowd who are running at 6:20 pace. I have to say it is a bit demoralizing to let people pass you. My breathing became a bit more relaxed.
Mile 3: 6:18
Yeah, yeah, still a bit too fast. But I felt pretty good and the bands here were playing old Rock'n'Roll. It's hard to control yourself. Maybe this was the part of the race when I blew my sub-1:23 chances. The 5K mark had a clock that I passed at 19:23, and that's only 12 seconds off of my PR from 2011, the last time I ran a 5K. (It would probably be easy to run a sub-19 5K if I tried.) But it also meant that the Indiana Runners thread would know I crossed the 5K point with this time. "If I blow this, they will be so disappointed", I thought. Slow down...
Mile 4: 6:15
Too fast. Got to slow down. I let a few more people pass. I also started to feel the heat (it was 60 degrees). I took water at an aid station and poured half of it over my head.
Mile 5: 6:24
That's more like it. Now I was among people who I thought may have the same speed as me. We entered the vicinity of the famous racetrack. I ran quite relaxed, telling myself that we still have most of the race ahead.
Mile 6: 6:31
We entered the racetrack, and I guess it was supposed to be really special, but to me it meant essentially nothing. Except that it had a nice straight (or slightly curved) very smooth asphalt road. I saw a guy throwing up by the the track. I though: what a shame that he maintained this hard pace so far, and now his race is over.
Mile 7: 6:25
Now I was down to my 1:23 goal pace average (6:20/mile), so it was time to maintain it. I tried to pace off of people around me, but I soon realized that I wasn't the only one who went out too fast. I started to pass people back who just passed me. The track was long, windy, and boring.
Mile 8: 6:20
At this point I saw that I ran the exactly correct pace in the last mile, but it felt I was working hard, so it was a bad sign... Still, I would have blamed myself forever if I didn't try to finish the race at this pace. We left the track and I was till passing people, but I knew I wasn't fast, but instead they were slowing.
Mile 9: 6:25
I noticed that I was a few seconds off of my 1:23 pace. Still 4+ miles left, so I can't kill myself. I just tried to pace off of a guy in a red T-shirt, who seemed to maintain the right pace, but I was quite tired and he started to slip away.
Mile 10: 6:17
We ran along a long straight road, and I already imagined this to be the finish line, but of course it wasn't. I passed the 10-mile marker at 1:03:20, which is the right pace for 6:20/mile, 1:23 finish. Only 5K was left, so I decided I would give everything. Pushed hard, passed a few people. I was hurting, but my pace was still controlled.
Mile 11: 6:17
We turned onto the road by the river. The field thinned out quite a bit here, and I ran alone in the turn. I felt I was very slow. I changed to a somewhat irregular breathing, because I just needed more oxygen. I tried to do the same strategy: pushing hard, controlled pace, but I was hurting badly. I started to look at my watch just to see how long I was along within the mile. Again, I saw a guy stopped (almost collapsed) by the road.
Mile 12: 6:26
We turned onto a bridge and so we had to climb the slight incline to the bridge. It was nothing, but it killed me. Finally I understood how it feels to blow up at the end of a race. It was not in my head. I was able tell my brain to go fast, but my body just switched off the circuits. I was going as fast as I could. People now passed me.
Mile 13: 6:32
Not terrible, but I saw the finish clock turning 1:23, which was a mild disappointment. I sprinted down to the line.
Remaining: ~52 seconds, sub 6-min pace.
Final time: 1:23:28 (chip time) 143rd overall (out of 30064), 29th in age group (out of 1982).
I was very tired in the finish; a volunteer asked me multiple times if I was OK. We got our worthless medals (everybody gets one), but as a nice touch they gave a "500 club" medal to the first 500 finishers.
This is my first race in a while when I didn't achieve my dream goal, but I still did achieve my regular goal, and more. I think with proper training and ideal race conditions (60 degrees was about 10 degrees too high) I should be able to run sub-1:23, but maybe I really should focus on the queen of all races: the marathon. McMillan is now quite positive that I could break 3 hours.
Post race party was OK, but they didn't give me my free "beer" (I'm putting quotation marks here, because it was Michelob Ultra) without my ID, which I left in my car. I mean come on, I'm 37. I walked back to my car and got back to the finish area a good 1/2 hour later. The area was extremely crowded by then. The two-hour folks have just arrived.
I have to say that even though the organization was extremely efficient, and I'm sure the silly ID rule must be followed if they don't want to get in trouble, I didn't really like this race. Car racing means nothing to me, and frankly, Indianapolis is not very pretty. Besides, the race is just too big. Sure, I can start from the front, but I have to arrive 90 minutes early, I have to park a mile from the start line, and there are just too many people everywhere. The KY Derby Half instead runs through beautiful Old Louisville with its Victorian homes, Churchill Downs, and it's about half the size. Plus, I live in Louisville.
Next immediate goal is to piggyback something off of this training. Might not be anything before Bernheim HM, but that would also be nice.
Thursday, May 2
Thursday, April 25
What hectic day of training! I did my usual routine of driving to the expressway, 2 miles from the high school track where I do my training, parked my car, and jogged to the school as a warmup. It is more time efficient this way than driving all the way to the school. Plus I save gas and eliminate some air pollution.
During the jog I was thinking that it is great that I do this track workout on Thursday, instead of the usual Wednesday, so I'll probably avoid the fat people I wrote about last week. Well, I did. But instead of a nice empty track, I found the high school track team training there. I asked the coach politely if I could train there, but he asked me politely to use the outer lanes. That would be OK, except I can't run 2000 meters in the outer lanes. I contemplated it for a while, but I just saw no way of doing my workout. Also, the younguns were running pretty fast, so the coach was quite right that I would be problematic in the inner lane.
But my car was two miles away. I knew no open tracks nearby at all. I essentially gave up track training for the day, and I jogged back to the car. During which I thought I would just give myself the chance that the university track is open. I had given up on that track a long time ago, because it was almost always closed (locked) when I tried to use it. I even emailed somebody in the athletic department but I got no response. Anyway, I drove back to campus, parked the car in my usual lot, and jogged another half mile to the track.
And it was open. It is a very nice track. I took a sip of water and in 20 seconds, I was off to fast running. I was afraid that any second somebody shows up and sends me off, so I wasted no time. It was worrisome though that I already had almost 5 miles in my legs. I wasn't sure if I can run well after that crazy and long warmup.
Well, I could. 3 x 2000 meters with 800 m recoveries, and the fast splits were 7:22, 7:26, 7:24. It was never really painful (just discomfort). That is quite awesome. I seem to continue the tradition that the last track workout before a big race goes very well. I also recalled that in my sub-20 5K chasing days about 2 years ago, I ran 2 x 2000 meters in something like 7:50 or 7:55, and it was hard. So this is not bad at all. All intervals were at sub-6-minute mile pace.
The race is close. I'm optimistic about 1:25.
During the jog I was thinking that it is great that I do this track workout on Thursday, instead of the usual Wednesday, so I'll probably avoid the fat people I wrote about last week. Well, I did. But instead of a nice empty track, I found the high school track team training there. I asked the coach politely if I could train there, but he asked me politely to use the outer lanes. That would be OK, except I can't run 2000 meters in the outer lanes. I contemplated it for a while, but I just saw no way of doing my workout. Also, the younguns were running pretty fast, so the coach was quite right that I would be problematic in the inner lane.
But my car was two miles away. I knew no open tracks nearby at all. I essentially gave up track training for the day, and I jogged back to the car. During which I thought I would just give myself the chance that the university track is open. I had given up on that track a long time ago, because it was almost always closed (locked) when I tried to use it. I even emailed somebody in the athletic department but I got no response. Anyway, I drove back to campus, parked the car in my usual lot, and jogged another half mile to the track.
And it was open. It is a very nice track. I took a sip of water and in 20 seconds, I was off to fast running. I was afraid that any second somebody shows up and sends me off, so I wasted no time. It was worrisome though that I already had almost 5 miles in my legs. I wasn't sure if I can run well after that crazy and long warmup.
Well, I could. 3 x 2000 meters with 800 m recoveries, and the fast splits were 7:22, 7:26, 7:24. It was never really painful (just discomfort). That is quite awesome. I seem to continue the tradition that the last track workout before a big race goes very well. I also recalled that in my sub-20 5K chasing days about 2 years ago, I ran 2 x 2000 meters in something like 7:50 or 7:55, and it was hard. So this is not bad at all. All intervals were at sub-6-minute mile pace.
The race is close. I'm optimistic about 1:25.
I'm not very good at regularly updating this blog. But I did keep up the running quite well.
On Sunday I ran 10 miles of trail up that mountain in Boulder. A great trail run, but with some walking and of course slow pace. 12:34/mile on average, but it went from 5600 ft elevation to 8000 ft and back, all on trails. It wasn't a very easy run.
On Monday I still ran in Boulder (in snowfall!). I got back to the hotel on time to watch the end the Boston marathon, but of course I turned off the TV (internet) well before the bombing.
No running on Tuesday, long run of 14 miles on Wednesday (hilly -- Cherokee Park -- and fast -- 7:28/m), easy Thursday. I didn't actually do a steady second longest run this week (I was supposed to do 10 miles of that).
On Saturday, I ran a tempo. I wussed out and I ran only 4 miles, though the pace was decent: 6:18 average. On one hand, this is probably my fastest tempo to date. On the other hand, how come I couldn't/didn't do 5 miles at least? I was supposed to run a 8-10K tune-up race. OK, no race (kids were my responsibility in the morning), but I could have done a 5 mile tempo. I felt so bad about this, that I ran the last 0.89 mile fast again, at 6:11 pace. So this was a sort of a silly workout. I should be smarter with my training.
I finished last week with 60 miles then. This week, I'm at 30 so far, not counting the slow 2.5 I ran with my daughter at the Girls on the run meeting. I plan to do 3 x 2000 meters in 7:30/interval today. I could do a second longest run of 9 miles on Friday (travel) or Saturday (conference). I must do a long run of 9 miles on Sunday, 7 at good pace on Monday, 6 easy on Tuesday, 5 easy on Wednesday, 4 easy on Thursday, rest on Friday, and race on Saturday.
On Sunday I ran 10 miles of trail up that mountain in Boulder. A great trail run, but with some walking and of course slow pace. 12:34/mile on average, but it went from 5600 ft elevation to 8000 ft and back, all on trails. It wasn't a very easy run.
On Monday I still ran in Boulder (in snowfall!). I got back to the hotel on time to watch the end the Boston marathon, but of course I turned off the TV (internet) well before the bombing.
No running on Tuesday, long run of 14 miles on Wednesday (hilly -- Cherokee Park -- and fast -- 7:28/m), easy Thursday. I didn't actually do a steady second longest run this week (I was supposed to do 10 miles of that).
On Saturday, I ran a tempo. I wussed out and I ran only 4 miles, though the pace was decent: 6:18 average. On one hand, this is probably my fastest tempo to date. On the other hand, how come I couldn't/didn't do 5 miles at least? I was supposed to run a 8-10K tune-up race. OK, no race (kids were my responsibility in the morning), but I could have done a 5 mile tempo. I felt so bad about this, that I ran the last 0.89 mile fast again, at 6:11 pace. So this was a sort of a silly workout. I should be smarter with my training.
I finished last week with 60 miles then. This week, I'm at 30 so far, not counting the slow 2.5 I ran with my daughter at the Girls on the run meeting. I plan to do 3 x 2000 meters in 7:30/interval today. I could do a second longest run of 9 miles on Friday (travel) or Saturday (conference). I must do a long run of 9 miles on Sunday, 7 at good pace on Monday, 6 easy on Tuesday, 5 easy on Wednesday, 4 easy on Thursday, rest on Friday, and race on Saturday.
Saturday, April 13
Wednesday run was in Iroquois High School, the track. This is the second time that some morbidly obese parents watch some sweet little kids, who are running extremely slowly (it actually looks like a parody of running - and this is no joke). Last time I saw them there were only a few adults (one fat woman walking in the inner lane) and the kids seemed to have a structured workout, and they were even somewhat considerate of me. This time, the workout seemed to be over, and the adults just hung around for an hour or so, while the kids were playing around. Everyone was standing, walking, talking in the inner lane with almost zero consideration of me trying to run fast. Amazingly poor track etiquette.
Nevertheless, I had a somewhat decent workout. I got hot and dehydrated at the end, but I managed to run 4 x 1600 meters with acceptable splits: 5:58, 5:56, 6:01, 6:05. The last one was less than satisfactory, and I spent a good portion in the pain cave... I seriously thought about just giving up. But apparently this is still good enough to satisfy some kind of decent Pfitzinger paces.
Then I ran Thursday morning 4 miles only, because I was teaching and I had a plane to catch to Denver. I thought maybe I would finish the workout on the hotel treadmill in Boulder at 10 or 11 o'clock, when I was scheduled to arrive. Well, weather was bad in Atlanta, so we got delayed at the transfer, and only made it to Boulder at 2:00am. So no more running on Thursday.
We hiked with a group in the Rocky Mountain National Park on Friday almost all day. We climbed a 3000 meter mountain. It was fantastic. I thought that would be the exercise of the day, but then, in the afternoon, reading around about Boulder, I couldn't resist, and I went for a run. My first run over 1600 meters of elevation. It is definitely harder than sea level, but I think I already felt partially acclimated, because it wasn't all that hard.
Today (Saturday), we have had a long lunch break at the conference, so I went out to do my planned tempo and to finish the 64-mile week with an 8-miler. I decided to run 2 easy, 4 hard, 2 easy. Because of the elevation and the hilliness, times are essentially meaningless, so I just jumped into my 2-1 breathing pattern, and pushed my pace as far as I could with this pattern. I decided to stay out of the pain cave this time. If I really honestly just want the training effect, it is not necessary to enter there. I finished, and my splits for the fast portion are: 6:57, 7:39 (steep climb), 6:27, 6:07. The average was 6:47.8, which is meaningless, but it still feels good that I did this pace a mile high and with the hills (and no pain cave). I hope it did help my lactate threshold.
Tomorrow I'm not going to RMNP, as I originally intended. I will probably just climb/run one of the beautiful mountains around Boulder.
Nevertheless, I had a somewhat decent workout. I got hot and dehydrated at the end, but I managed to run 4 x 1600 meters with acceptable splits: 5:58, 5:56, 6:01, 6:05. The last one was less than satisfactory, and I spent a good portion in the pain cave... I seriously thought about just giving up. But apparently this is still good enough to satisfy some kind of decent Pfitzinger paces.
Then I ran Thursday morning 4 miles only, because I was teaching and I had a plane to catch to Denver. I thought maybe I would finish the workout on the hotel treadmill in Boulder at 10 or 11 o'clock, when I was scheduled to arrive. Well, weather was bad in Atlanta, so we got delayed at the transfer, and only made it to Boulder at 2:00am. So no more running on Thursday.
We hiked with a group in the Rocky Mountain National Park on Friday almost all day. We climbed a 3000 meter mountain. It was fantastic. I thought that would be the exercise of the day, but then, in the afternoon, reading around about Boulder, I couldn't resist, and I went for a run. My first run over 1600 meters of elevation. It is definitely harder than sea level, but I think I already felt partially acclimated, because it wasn't all that hard.
Today (Saturday), we have had a long lunch break at the conference, so I went out to do my planned tempo and to finish the 64-mile week with an 8-miler. I decided to run 2 easy, 4 hard, 2 easy. Because of the elevation and the hilliness, times are essentially meaningless, so I just jumped into my 2-1 breathing pattern, and pushed my pace as far as I could with this pattern. I decided to stay out of the pain cave this time. If I really honestly just want the training effect, it is not necessary to enter there. I finished, and my splits for the fast portion are: 6:57, 7:39 (steep climb), 6:27, 6:07. The average was 6:47.8, which is meaningless, but it still feels good that I did this pace a mile high and with the hills (and no pain cave). I hope it did help my lactate threshold.
Tomorrow I'm not going to RMNP, as I originally intended. I will probably just climb/run one of the beautiful mountains around Boulder.
Wednesday, April 10
Tuesday, April 9
Sunday, April 7
Today I ran 16 miles at 7:28/mile. It looks bad on the statistics to have a zero mile week, then 37.5, then 35.5, but there is little evidence of any loss of fitness or endurance. I'll see how I'm with LT this weekend. To get back on schedule I'll try to squeeze in two quality workouts this week.
Week -3: total of 64 miles.
Sunday: 16 miles (done).
Monday, Tuesday: 2 x 5 miles or 10 miles recovery pace (Seriously!! I'll need it!)
Wednesday: 4 x 1600 meters at 1 sec/lap slower than 8K-10K goal pace. Let's discuss this. Last week I entered 1:25 HM into McMillan to compute my 8K goal pace, and the paces were too easy. If I had entered 1:23, it would have given me 3:41/km pace, or 88.4/lap. If I add 2 seconds, I get the 90 sec/lap that I was trying to get inside of. So it looks like a good method to try again. So this time I'll try to aim for 89.4/lap, or 5:58/ interval. Essentially run all 4 in less than 6 minutes. Probably 800 meter recoveries.
Thursday: Travel, but try to get 9 miles anyway.
Friday: Hike or 5-mile tempo (total of 9-10 miles)
Saturday: if Friday is hike, or Thursday is bust, do 9-10 easy to get to 64.
Sunday: Hike, but try to run 9-10 or more miles in the Rockies. Pace is irrelevant. This should be part of the following week though.
Week -3: total of 64 miles.
Sunday: 16 miles (done).
Monday, Tuesday: 2 x 5 miles or 10 miles recovery pace (Seriously!! I'll need it!)
Wednesday: 4 x 1600 meters at 1 sec/lap slower than 8K-10K goal pace. Let's discuss this. Last week I entered 1:25 HM into McMillan to compute my 8K goal pace, and the paces were too easy. If I had entered 1:23, it would have given me 3:41/km pace, or 88.4/lap. If I add 2 seconds, I get the 90 sec/lap that I was trying to get inside of. So it looks like a good method to try again. So this time I'll try to aim for 89.4/lap, or 5:58/ interval. Essentially run all 4 in less than 6 minutes. Probably 800 meter recoveries.
Thursday: Travel, but try to get 9 miles anyway.
Friday: Hike or 5-mile tempo (total of 9-10 miles)
Saturday: if Friday is hike, or Thursday is bust, do 9-10 easy to get to 64.
Sunday: Hike, but try to run 9-10 or more miles in the Rockies. Pace is irrelevant. This should be part of the following week though.
Friday, April 5
Nice intervals today. Warmup, cooldown 2.2 miles, and 5 x 1200 meters with 600 recoveries. Fast splits were 4:27, 4:25, 4:25, 4:27, 4:27. It seems like I still have it. I was in the pain cave for the last 400 meters of the last split only. That's quite normal.
Pfitzinger only wants me to run these in 4:38, but that seems super slow. Or if I really run them in 4:27, that means 89 second laps, so my 8-10K pace should be 87 seconds, which is 36:15 for 10K. I'm almost positive that I couldn't do that.
Pfitzinger only wants me to run these in 4:38, but that seems super slow. Or if I really run them in 4:27, that means 89 second laps, so my 8-10K pace should be 87 seconds, which is 36:15 for 10K. I'm almost positive that I couldn't do that.
As you'all may have expected, I didn't jump back to 70 miles. I did fine for the first half of the week (37 miles in 3 days), but then more work, more URDs, and that was it for the week. 6 days of no running, and started again this Tuesday with only 4 miles (that was all I had time for, but I had to go out, because I started to have withdrawal symptoms - I'm not kidding). Wednesday I finally had an 11 miler. I left my Garmin at home, so I didn't know my pace until the end. It turned out to be 7:10/mile. I didn't mean to run so fast, but I guess I was hungry for exercise. Then 11 easy yesterday, and I'm about to have some intervals today.
My training is out whack, and I'll have two travel weekends ahead before my race, so I'm not sure how the rest will go.
Monday, March 25
Sunday, March 24
On March 16 I finished my largest week in my running history with 68 miles. Then the week after that I went to conference, worked really hard, weather sucked, and I got in 0 miles. That is correct. Zero. I'll try to jump back to training this week like nothing happened. This is according Pfitzinger's marathon training guideline: if you skip less than 10 days, you can try to get back where you were.
Week -5: Total of 70 miles.
Long runs: 15 and 12 miles. Take these easier, keeping them just under 8 minutes pace, unless I feel great.
VO2 max: 5 x 1200 meters at 2 sec/lap slower than 8K-10K goal pace. If I assume I only want to run 1:25 HM, then 8K goal pace would be 90.75 sec/lap. That is 4:32/interval, and I haven't even added the 2 sec/lap. Unless I really lost a lot of fitness this week, I should be able to do much better than that.
Non-long-run days should average 10.75 miles/day.
Week -5: Total of 70 miles.
Long runs: 15 and 12 miles. Take these easier, keeping them just under 8 minutes pace, unless I feel great.
VO2 max: 5 x 1200 meters at 2 sec/lap slower than 8K-10K goal pace. If I assume I only want to run 1:25 HM, then 8K goal pace would be 90.75 sec/lap. That is 4:32/interval, and I haven't even added the 2 sec/lap. Unless I really lost a lot of fitness this week, I should be able to do much better than that.
Non-long-run days should average 10.75 miles/day.
Thursday, March 14
I'm tired of the cold, but chugging along. Today I had a great track workout at Iroquois High School. It was just over 40 degrees, which is very nice considering the freezing yesterday, but we got a few flurries again.
Anyway, I ran 1000s and 1200s with 600 meters recovery. Splits were the following:
1000 - 3:39.94
1200 - 4:23.93
1000 - 3:38.45
1200 - 4:26.52
1000 - 3:38.82
Very nice progress: these are all sub-6 minute paces. I used to run 1000s in 3:55-4:00. I think these times would predict sub-18:30 on 5K. I really have to go out and run one.
Anyway, I ran 1000s and 1200s with 600 meters recovery. Splits were the following:
1000 - 3:39.94
1200 - 4:23.93
1000 - 3:38.45
1200 - 4:26.52
1000 - 3:38.82
Very nice progress: these are all sub-6 minute paces. I used to run 1000s in 3:55-4:00. I think these times would predict sub-18:30 on 5K. I really have to go out and run one.
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