This morning I ran five miles at 5AM at a 9:47 pace – go me! These plyometric leg torture workouts I’ve been doing for two hours a week are paying off. (Thanks Cindy!) I forgot how much I love running early in the morning and how much I love having it over with to move on with my day. You know what else I love? Ibuprofen. I took three, for my foot, before my run this morning and, for the record, masking the pain is SO MUCH BETTER than running in pain. Where has my brain been?
I went out for my 20-mile run yesterday and only ran 8. This whole week I’ve had pain in my left foot – in the EXACT spot where I had a stress fracture before, and I’m a little freaked out about it. My philosophy has been that if I don’t post about it and ignore the situation completely, then my foot will magically get better. When I went to the doctor before and was diagnosed with a stress fracture, his response was “stay off it for six weeks”. I’m not at a point right now where I want to do that because I AM running a marathon in three weeks. So I guess I’ll keep pretending that I’ll magically get better. Is it better to run a marathon under-trained or with an injured foot? Woe is me.
But on to other things, this is the week I eat like a Spartan and become strong, thin and kind to all things big and small. So, just what do Spartans eat? Whole grains, veggies, a little fruit, low-fat dairy, lean protein and lots of coffee. I know for a fact that Spartans consume huge amounts of coffee, I don’t make these things up but we’ve all got to play by the rules.
I’ve started off my Spartan week with some yogurt, a handful of granola and a few almonds – plus a huge cup of coffee. Who am I to upset the Gods? If you’d like to join me in Spartan week, just take a picture of every meal and snack, or write it down, and post it next Monday, that way we can all be a loving and caring Spartan family together.
Oh, and FYI – this week of Januaryathon looked like this: Runner Susan = 21 miles and LOSER Amy = NOT 21 miles.
I did attempt to run my 15 miles yesterday. I made it 4.29 before my medulla oblongata, my sinus cavity and several of my teeth dropped into throat and forced me to stop. The same thing happened Saturday, however I only made it .61 miles of my attempt at a 1-mile run and was forced to use a Januarathon qualifiable sick day. I personally think I should get bonus miles for running near death, but that wasn’t in the original rules.
But on to more pressing things. This is Cherry. She’s a black tri Australian Shepherd – which, I believe, is fancy for Super Mutt. From what we’ve learned from Donkey, Australian Shepherds are extremely smart, active, gentle, and protective – all reasons why we wanted another one. Although, Donkey appears to be part Australian Shepherd and part moose, he’s about 30 pounds bigger than most Australian Shepherds, but we don’t tell him that. And Rowdy? Well he’s one part Maltese and one part Romeo. Who doesn’t love themselves a good dose of Rowdy.
I’m not sure why we Americans call them Australian Shepherds; they have nothing to do with Australia. Maybe it’s because they have so many darn cute animals. Someone show me a koala bear that isn’t cute?
If my calculations are correct, I only have 8 ½ weeks until the Austin Marathon. That freaks me out a little. My longest distance this month was 13.1 miles, and my total distance so far this month is 16.21 miles. In my own defense, I’ve been cross training. But that training doesn’t involve cardio, only lifting, but the ‘oh my god I’m never going to walk again’ kind of lifting.
I can tell it’s paying off, during the half marathon I just ran I could really feel the power in my quads helping me lift my legs up the hills, albeit little Texas hills, but a hill is a hill nonetheless. Hills are a good start, but I must also make nice with my old friend Distance again because this is what they say about the new Austin course (and I think they are hiding the elevation map):
The first 17 miles of the marathon climb a total of 304 feet (or 18 feet per mile) in a stair step fashion that allow your legs to use a variety of muscle groups and allow you time to recover with downhill and level running surfaces. The final nine miles drop an average of 33 feet per mile.
17 miles uphill? Do you see how they try and make you feel like the hills are a good thing? We’ll see. But if I don’t start adding a little more distance into my training, it won’t matter either way. And if I don’t stop putting a fork in my mouth, my marathon plan will be rolling to the finish.
I ran yesterday for the first time since November 11th. I’m not sure if the NY marathon finally tipped past inspiration into excess, but I needed a break from running. Sister Runner Amy and I ran the White Rock Half Marathon yesterday, and it was awesome. Not because I finished fast or broke any records, but because I finished feeling stronger than when I started and that’s what I’ve been working towards.
Amy and I were freezing at the start line. It started cold and only got colder. We each wore shorts and a long sleeved shirt, and I had a jacket I kept with me. We weren’t sure what to wear because we got very mixed weather reports, none of which I think were accurate:
Weather.com: 50 degrees at the start with a 50% chance of rain.
Accuweather.com: High 65 degrees. Cloudy and cooler with a couple of showers and a thunderstorm.
Weather.gov: Periods of rain and thunderstorms, mainly before noon. Temperature falling to around 49 by 5pm. North-northwest wind between 10 and 15 mph, with gusts as high as 20 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%.
My car read 37 degrees at the end of the race and other than a few spatterings, the rain held off. We could have used a pair of tights and a vest, but we survived, no thanks to weather predictions. I was actually surprised the rain held off since I angered the nature Gods and ran over a skunk on the way to the race. I felt really bad and as much as I begged my sister, she would not let me go back and take it to a vet. It is very possible the poor little skunk died from lack of medical attention.
Amy and I stuck together the entire race and I noticed how strong Amy was running. I was proud of her. We fueled appropriately and didn’t start too fast; we paced ourselves very well throughout the race. We ran strong and Amy was awesome; she slashed 16 minutes off her previous time. Notice how I worked two semi-colons into one paragraph. I’m a grammar goddess.
For the longest time the race results web site showed I dropped out at mile 11. Um, no. I finished and I finished strong and I want the whole wide Internet to know it. I was pretty ticked my chip bailed on me, but my finish time finally and mysteriously showed up last night as 2h:21m:1s.
I’ll have pictures just as soon as I can get the old camera I used to cooperate.
My running vacation is officially over. Wednesday I slip back into the plan I’ve ignored for three weeks. I’m also adding some serious weight training into the mix. My friend/coach Cindy has put together an ultimate leg workout that is kicking my butt. This is good, because I need my butt kicked so I can run an awesome Austin Marathon!