This morning I woke up to a nasty pet parrot pecking out my eyes. It repeatedly kept squawking an unbelievable 5:06 marathon prediction. No. I don’t think so, that is not even close to a PR. I’m retraining this exotic pet and changing my future.
I ran 36.71 miles this week, 31 of those done over three days – Friday (10), Saturday (16) and Sunday (5). My intent was to run 10 on Sunday to finish out the week with 40, but my legs just wouldn’t go anymore. I averaged between eleven and twelve minute miles feeling more fatigued as the weekend went by. There are several things I noticed about my runs this weekend:
1) I’m getting slower – VO2 was the kick-in-the pants I needed to get me motivated. It was hard – very hard, but I have my suspicions that it is training a different group of muscles – the super slow ones – I’m also not getting enough base miles.
2) I’m recovering faster and feel stronger – after all of my runs my legs felt great and I didn’t have any trouble with soreness or tightness the next day – which is awesome – go legs!
I quite possibly am in contention for the “worlds slowest runner” award. My anxiety about coming in very last in San Diego is starting to take over – and I’ve got to get this under control. To put things into perspective, I decided to look back at my training entries from Chicago to see how my times compare. I was a little faster during training – but not much. I know that I am stronger now – and I know that I can beat my Chicago time. I don’t have that much time left – but my plan is simple – more base miles and more speed work.
I do have to admit, I have a preference for dogs of distinguished taste over nasty pet parrots. Rowdy contemplates his tannins while enjoying the beautiful spring air.