Yesterday was the longest run of my life! Quite literally at 4 hours and 15 minutes. My run took me through many of the parks around Bellingham; from the nearby Cornwall Park where I run most days, to Whatcom Falls, up Galbraith mountain, then down the road to Lake Padden, couple times around the lake, over to the Interurban trail, then home via Boulevard Park. Usually I pick one or two of these places to run, not all of them! on the same day!
I confess I was not alone- I was listening to a book on a tape, or a book on mp3 ( don't ask how long it took to transfer to my mp3 player! nearly as long as my run....) I was listening to the Princess Diaries 5 because that was the best thing I could find at the library, don't judge me! It was actually very entertaining and kept my thoughts away from depressing things like: I'm lonely, or I'm tired, or I'm bored! or dear God why am I still running? Instead I got to laugh at funny things like 20 reasons why horror movies mess up your life, ( couldn't agree more!) And it was nice to be able to laugh after three hours and twenty minutes.
Still it took awhile. I didn't finish the whole book though I came close. I also felt older at the end of the run, kind of like I couldn't believe it was the same day. My legs started to ache around three hours and by three and half hours they hurt a good amount. All I was thinking about the last hour besides the story was otter pops! Mmmm otter pops, otter pops are the greatest invention ever! I want to marry otter pops! The Blue one, maybe the pink one too. I am a polygamist. I walked five minutes home to my house where I realized I had forgotten my key and my roommate not being home I had to break in through a window. Note to self- close windows! Then I had three otter pops which pretty much tasted like heaven and made the last four hours and fifteen minutes worth it.
After a nap and a really bad nights sleep ( I can't sleep, too jazzed from otter pops maybe?) and then eight hours of work I think I'm a little bit tired. My bones ache a little. I want to run seven miles today though so I can be at 100 for the week. But when I start running it is so easy and I realize I am not tired after all and I run 8! So 101! 50 K here I come, watch out, you're not so far no more
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
All Comer's Meet
Today I am happy because I finally broke 19 in the 5k again, my fourth time ever and my second best time, 18:51. It was also my best time of the season by quite a lot, better than 19:12 at Haggen to Haggen and only 19:18 on the track.
This was not my first 5k of the week. On Wednesday I started three of them though I only finished one, which was actually a 3 mile because Joel didnt want to run across the track to finish me. For once I am glad that Joel is being lazy! I finished the three mile there in 19:12 and then ran 7 laps of another 5k before I fell off of 20 minute 5k pace and 5 laps of a third one before I fell off the pace again. When you are alone at practice 20 minutes feels like the fastest thing you could do. When I ran a 5:58 mile I almost died, but in a race like today I ran a 5:57 mile and then 8 and a half more laps!
Even though the 5k isn't my event when I run in the 18s I feel like I could tell a fast girl my time and not be completely embarrassed.
And because I ran so well I had to do, I mean got to do, 6 200 meters strides right after my race. Well I say right after but it was probably at least 5 minutes. I know because Joel didnt even want to give me long enough to explain what I was doing. "Go run now!" Impatient toss of hands, "hurry up!"
It's my fault because I told him not to go easy on me. I should be grateful. k
This was not my first 5k of the week. On Wednesday I started three of them though I only finished one, which was actually a 3 mile because Joel didnt want to run across the track to finish me. For once I am glad that Joel is being lazy! I finished the three mile there in 19:12 and then ran 7 laps of another 5k before I fell off of 20 minute 5k pace and 5 laps of a third one before I fell off the pace again. When you are alone at practice 20 minutes feels like the fastest thing you could do. When I ran a 5:58 mile I almost died, but in a race like today I ran a 5:57 mile and then 8 and a half more laps!
Even though the 5k isn't my event when I run in the 18s I feel like I could tell a fast girl my time and not be completely embarrassed.
And because I ran so well I had to do, I mean got to do, 6 200 meters strides right after my race. Well I say right after but it was probably at least 5 minutes. I know because Joel didnt even want to give me long enough to explain what I was doing. "Go run now!" Impatient toss of hands, "hurry up!"
It's my fault because I told him not to go easy on me. I should be grateful. k
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Today hurts
It is very hard for me to write this now because this morning I slammed my left pointer finger in a window and it is swollen and black and blue and normally that would be because of my nail polish but that's not true this time. Also because I might fall asleep at 9 pm, which was two minutes ago.
Why am I so tired? Well when I got to practice today Joel told me that my workout would be a mile in six minutes, 5 1ks in 3:50-4 minutes and then another mile in six minutes. So I said, okay bring it on! or let's get this over with! Good thing I don't run on my fingers.
The first mile I ran in 5:58 and because I didn't fall to the ground or complain about it I was told that I was going to get less rest. How's that for good behavior huh? I thought 3:50ishes for the 1ks should be easy- wrong! Apparently after running a mile in less than six minutes nothing is easy. Ever. Again. I got to walk 100 meters after each one and then jog 100 meters back to the far side of the track to start again. If I wanted to do anything like take a drink out of my water bottle or stretch Joel would flail his arms in frustration and maybe yell something that I couldn't make out from the other side of the track. Lucky!
I was nervous for the other six minute mile. I knew it was going to hurt a whole lot- like jamming your finger in a window hurt, like swollen turning different colors hurt, but at least I didn't have to see the window one coming. I was so nervous for it that I started even faster than I had too, I was running 85 like I was on fire but really just my legs were. They kind of burned up but still I ran 6:03 which was close enough. Then Joel said, like he always does, let's do more! or maybe it was- you do more! Must have been you, not let's which would imply us. HaHa, you're so funny, I tried to kick his shoe but it was too far away, don't want to move! So then Joel pulls me off the ground and makes me run 2 more 1ks and some hill sprints- which he promised not to time, see look I'll even put my watch in my pocket. I wonder why he has his hand in his pocket then and keeps looking in there? Must be some interesting lint. "You ran 4:02!" Huh, maybe it was easier when you were pretending you weren't getting timed and could run slower and no one would know. Or maybe it was easier knowing there was no six minute mile coming up because those two felt like 4:12s and they were really faster. I like that much better than the other way around.
Yay for hill sprints! Right now I want to push Joel down it. But they are more like hill strides, only 15- 20 seconds. I can do anything for 15- 20 seconds, even if I have to do it six times. Except for maybe jamming my finger into the window. I wouldn't ever wish to do that even for only 15 seconds, and definitely not six times. So today was a good day- I have found something more painful than running! And I still got to have a lot of running pain too,
Why am I so tired? Well when I got to practice today Joel told me that my workout would be a mile in six minutes, 5 1ks in 3:50-4 minutes and then another mile in six minutes. So I said, okay bring it on! or let's get this over with! Good thing I don't run on my fingers.
The first mile I ran in 5:58 and because I didn't fall to the ground or complain about it I was told that I was going to get less rest. How's that for good behavior huh? I thought 3:50ishes for the 1ks should be easy- wrong! Apparently after running a mile in less than six minutes nothing is easy. Ever. Again. I got to walk 100 meters after each one and then jog 100 meters back to the far side of the track to start again. If I wanted to do anything like take a drink out of my water bottle or stretch Joel would flail his arms in frustration and maybe yell something that I couldn't make out from the other side of the track. Lucky!
I was nervous for the other six minute mile. I knew it was going to hurt a whole lot- like jamming your finger in a window hurt, like swollen turning different colors hurt, but at least I didn't have to see the window one coming. I was so nervous for it that I started even faster than I had too, I was running 85 like I was on fire but really just my legs were. They kind of burned up but still I ran 6:03 which was close enough. Then Joel said, like he always does, let's do more! or maybe it was- you do more! Must have been you, not let's which would imply us. HaHa, you're so funny, I tried to kick his shoe but it was too far away, don't want to move! So then Joel pulls me off the ground and makes me run 2 more 1ks and some hill sprints- which he promised not to time, see look I'll even put my watch in my pocket. I wonder why he has his hand in his pocket then and keeps looking in there? Must be some interesting lint. "You ran 4:02!" Huh, maybe it was easier when you were pretending you weren't getting timed and could run slower and no one would know. Or maybe it was easier knowing there was no six minute mile coming up because those two felt like 4:12s and they were really faster. I like that much better than the other way around.
Yay for hill sprints! Right now I want to push Joel down it. But they are more like hill strides, only 15- 20 seconds. I can do anything for 15- 20 seconds, even if I have to do it six times. Except for maybe jamming my finger into the window. I wouldn't ever wish to do that even for only 15 seconds, and definitely not six times. So today was a good day- I have found something more painful than running! And I still got to have a lot of running pain too,
Monday, July 11, 2011
Chuckanut Foot Race
On Saturday I ran the Chuckanut 7 mile foot race and finished sixth for women in 49:18. The course was the Interurban trail where I run all the time though they skipped my favorite part down Arroyo Park and back up. Instead they opted to have us run around and just up- California hill, which got it's name from resembling Mt Shasta maybe?
I was supposed to start out nice and easy but maybe 7:14 mile was a little too easy? I felt like I did when I run 6:40 on the track so I was a little dissapointed at first. But at the top of Mt California I felt better than I thought I did ( well about half a mile after that thing really cuz no one was feeling good at the top of that thing.) so I got to take off and race a few people, a couple of who didn't go down without a fight! After hitting four miles in 29:06 I was glad to finish in 49:18.
I blame the slowness on the gravel which is everywhere- starting sooner and ending later each time I run that trail.
Congrats to Kiersten who ran her first seven mile race in around 53 minutes, she is a sprinter!
PS. One of my managers at work asked if I had run any marathons lately, I said no, but I had run a seven mile race. He wanted to know how long it had taken me. When I said 49 minutes he scrunched up his nose and said, "I thought you could run faster than that!"
I was supposed to start out nice and easy but maybe 7:14 mile was a little too easy? I felt like I did when I run 6:40 on the track so I was a little dissapointed at first. But at the top of Mt California I felt better than I thought I did ( well about half a mile after that thing really cuz no one was feeling good at the top of that thing.) so I got to take off and race a few people, a couple of who didn't go down without a fight! After hitting four miles in 29:06 I was glad to finish in 49:18.
I blame the slowness on the gravel which is everywhere- starting sooner and ending later each time I run that trail.
Congrats to Kiersten who ran her first seven mile race in around 53 minutes, she is a sprinter!
PS. One of my managers at work asked if I had run any marathons lately, I said no, but I had run a seven mile race. He wanted to know how long it had taken me. When I said 49 minutes he scrunched up his nose and said, "I thought you could run faster than that!"
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