April 15, 2012 by CJ
I did something crazy a few weeks ago. I signed up for the Disney Wine and Dine Half Marathon.
A friend is running it and convinced me it would be an “absolutely amazing thing” to do. With all of her 20-something enthusiasm, I drank the kool-aid and believed, I too, could run 13.1 miles. When I went to the site to download a training schedule, I noticed there was a training schedule for a 10 mile race in Disney too. I downloaded that. After adjusting the dates for my 10 mile race I realized I needed to get to it. I tossed my 1ok plans and began following the plan for the 10 miler. Fortunately, the 10 mile plan has me running more than a 10k, so I feel pretty confidant about being prepared for that upcoming race.
Two weeks ago, I wrote about running my first unofficial 10k. I was supposed to run 7 miles the following week. I didn’t. I was in a funk (future post to explain this I promise). I barely got 4 miles in that week. As this week began, I still was not feeling “it”. I allowed every excuse I had to not run take over. Fortunately, I was able to work my way through this down period and I started running again. 30 minutes on Friday then 3 miles on Saturday. After my Saturday run I felt fantastic. Not only did I get 3 miles in, I knocked 30 seconds off my average pace! When I got home I was on top of the world. I decided then, screw the experts and their thoughts about taking a day off before a long run, I was going for my long run Sunday morning!
Sunday morning I was up and out the house early. The weatherman was calling for a high of 80. I wanted to get my run out of the way before it got too hot. I drove out my route and it appeared pretty simple. The first quarter-mile was flat and easy. Then I turned the corner and realized that the slight hill I drove down to get here, was a major hill to run. Funny, it didn’t seem that steep in the car. Halfway up the first hill, my legs began to remind that they required a rest day. I ignored their pleas to stop and kept going. My goal was to run the first mile, at least. Unfortunately, my thighs didn’t agree. I stopped and walked. For the next mile and a half I tried various run/walk combos until I found one that I could run comfortably and would allow plenty of time for my legs to rest. I recalled reading in one of the training papers that the long run should be 1-2 mins slower than your race day run. 15:30-16:30 yeah, I could do that today and I did.
I finally settled on running a quarter-mile then walking a quarter-mile while going uphill. Once I hit my summit, I ran half a mile and walked a quarter-mile. I admit, it was much slower than I had anticipated. I had to keep reminding myself that the long run is not about speed, it’s about building endurance. I didn’t worry about my pace or time, I relaxed, kept my head up, shoulders down and did it. I admit it wasn’t easy. And I was wrong, very wrong about taking a break. I will never do that again!
Lessons learned from this run:
- Take a break before my long runs
- Embrace my inner turtle. Going slow is ok
- Making adjustments during the run is imperative
- Hills you drive up, are much steeper to run up
Plans for this week:
- Run Tuesday and Thursday-Maybe Wednesday
- Rest and enjoy dinner with friends Friday
- Run my first official 10k Saturday!!!!!