BOGO at Walgreens
Guys, protect those nips!
Marathon training can be tough. I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone. It’s like a part-time job. So why do it? Will anyone three generations from now care one little bit whether I can run a 2:55 marathon or not? Will it make a difference in this world?
The answer to both those questions is probably no. But it’s my life, and the only one I have. For whatever reason, running is something I’m moderately good at, and therefore I’m going to enjoy it as much as possible. And not leave myself in a position where I wonder what could have been. Maybe the finish time won’t matter long-term, but all that hard work might have an effect on others that lasts. Hopefully on my children. Maybe on my friends. Or even those of you reading this right now.
I guess what I’m saying is I’m probably insane because no normal person gets up at 4:20am to run 12 miles before work in the dark. I’d 99.999% rather have my head firmly planted in my pillow at that time, but that 0.001% gets me out the door. Determination? Fear? Evil voices in my head? It worked today at least.
6:26/mi average for 10 miles beating my 6:29 target. I let out a little “oh my god” when I finished the last tempo mile. According to SmashRun, my fastest 12 miles ever, and my earliest run ever.
No lie. These suckers are hard. I’m running them at a 2:50 marathon pace, so they’re faster than they need to be, but still. How can you not think about how long these are and then wonder what will happen in an actual marathon? The key is the taper. If you can do this when you’re dog tired, you can do the whole thing when your legs are fully charged.
Two year comparison (failed)
The second half of the Hansons plan includes track work made up of long intervals. Start at 6x1mi, work up to 2x3mi, and then back down the ladder. I’m over the hump now with just a few weeks to go, so today’s workout was 3x2mi.
Feeling pretty worn out. Not unexpected at the end of a 6-day stretch of running. I usually have a little more in the tank. Probably from overdoing it a bit over the weekend.
I did muster enough to hit my 6:19/mi target. And with negative splits. That’s all that matters. Bring on the rest day!
It was Howdy Doody time at crossfit. Lots of TRX work with a dummy attached to strings. It’s pretty hard to look graceful on those things.
A good workout. My arms were shaking on the TRX pushups near the end. ~45 minutes total for the 4 rounds.
Rain had stopped by the time we were finished, so I took it nice and easy for my 8 mile run. I was caught by freight trains at two crossings, so I had to pace like a caged lion waiting for my time to go. Otherwise I was happy to keep it around 8 min/mi with a track workout looming tomorrow.
I’m pretty sleepy now. Too bad I’ve got a whole night of work to go.
I went back to the Oak Brook Half Marathon course. No reason really to run his again since the race is over, but it is a good place to get in 12 miles or so. I didn’t intend to run it fast, but it was a beautiful day. I also started feeling like I wanted to remove the negative energy that now hung over this area for me.
Stronger and faster as the run went on, loving every minute of it. For the second of back-to-back 12-milers, that was wicked awesome. Can we fast forward to the marathon now? I’m ready. Let’s get it on. I don’t want to wait 4 more weeks.
I got a late start, and it was glorious. I really needed to catch up on sleep, and not in the 1/2 hour nap way I’ve been trying. Since the weather cooled off significantly, there was no rush to get up early before it got too hot. I had a nice jog on the Salt Creek Trail. It was funny to see all these people out walking and running all bundled up while I’m cruising along in shorts and a t-shirt. I saw a few other brave souls like me, and we exchanged silent head nods that said “yeah, you know it”.