Perhaps it was a bad idea to hope for a larger improve at a race dubbed the No Luck Run, but hey, I gave it my all. Yesterday I ran the No Luck Irish Run 5K, and I while won’t say I had no luck, I think I’m realizing there is no luck to be had in the 5K’s, i.e. it comes down to blood, sweat, and tears (or at least sweat and possibly some tears). My official time was 21:01, which was a 6:47 pace, and a 16 second improvement over my February race. Was I hoping to knock down my time more than I did? Sure, but realistically I know I did the best I could. These two 5K’s have played out the same way: fast first mile, second mile probably where I’d want to be, shitty third mile. My splits from my watch from yesterday’s race were 6:28, 6:44, and 7:07. Ouch. While this race felt less worse than last month, that last mile was a struggle. I did end up as second place overall (which was also second place female), so that was a nice, fun bonus.
This is day 7 of my 30 day writing challenge.
Hello from the other side of my race! I just wanted to write a quick note to say that I survived, the race went well, though not quite as well as I had hoped, but realistically I’m new to the 5k game and have to take it in stride that short and fast is a new feeling for me. Having said all that, I finished in 21:01, which is about a 16 second improvement over last month’s race. If in the grand scheme of things I simply chip away at my race times little by little, that’s a-okay. I ran my PR this past July (20:50), though to be honest I think the course may have been a little short if my watch was close to accurate. Performance aside, today’s race was a lot of fun. Hats off to the organizers for creating a very energetic atmosphere.
This is day 6 of my 30 day writing challenge, and day 6 has been, well, just a day. I slept in, which for mean means anything after 7 a.m. I rolled out of bed around 7:45 and headed out for an easy pre-race 4 miles with some strides at the end to wake up my legs. It was a little warmer this morning, high 30s versus the teens and 20s earlier this week, so if this is any indication of tomorrow’s weather, it should be pretty ideal for racing.
This is day 5 of my 30 day writing challenge.
It’s race weekend! Even though shorter races require less prep and travel, they’re still exciting and I’m starting to really enjoy them. So, Sunday morning I will (hopefully) be bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to run my ass off. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the slowness of Friday and the lazy evening I have in store.
This week has been a doozy at work, and I think part of my race excitement is using it as an opportunity to literally work out some of my pent up frustrations. Sometimes this backfires; if you’re too stressed you shut down and burn out, but lately I’ve found running to be the perfect catharsis. I’ve been sleeping well, so I am able to slough off the residue of my daily grind, but still. Not an ideal situation, and one that I’m working to remedy.
Happy Thursday! Today is day 4 of my 30 day writing challenge. On my run this morning I started to consider what it is exactly that I think about during all the time I spend gallivanting around town in my running shoes. If I’m doing a tough workout the answer is, shockingly enough, running, otherwise my mental landscape is a mishmash of random thoughts, shit I’m trying to work through, things I want to eat when I get home, fleeting worries about muscles that twinged. I do feel like I spend a lot of time visualizing myself in my next race, especially when I get to the end of any given run. The last half mile home is almost always an imagined grind to a finish line. Fortunately for me, my usual route sends me downhill for this final kick.
Anyway, in the spirit of the Dadaist splattering that are my thoughts on the run, I thought I’d share 10 random things; random factoids, random memories, things about myself that I am compelled to impart on you today. No real guidelines, just in the spirit of fun and sharing. Here we go.
Here we go, day 3 of my self-imposed 30 day writing challenge. Today’s post is dedicated to the amazing moon I ran under this morning, though my picture doesn’t do it justice.
In prep for my 5k this upcoming Sunday, this morning’s workout included some speed work to get my legs ready. My workout went something like this:
2 mile warm up
3 x 800m at race pace with 200m recoveries
4 x 200m below race pace with 200m recoveries
2 mile cool down
This is day 2 of my 30 day writing challenge.
This morning I was pondering running and ego, not in the sense of it creating an over-inflated sense of self, but more in the sense of fragility. I think for most of us running is incredibly empowering in building both physical and mental strength, and it quickly becomes something that feels like a vital part of ourselves. I mean, we commit to training and everything else that goes along with it (nutrition, strength work, recovery), so it’s not like an isolated hour or two of our daily existence. Even if we have other passions, running, for me at least, is the most important thing I do to maintain the happiest version of myself. I love reading, but if I go for a few days without picking up a book, it’s not such a big deal. Knitting, doodling, calligraphy, all also float my boat, but I revisit them in more of a serial fashion. Shit, I’ve been knitting the same damn scarf for almost a year now. Running, however, is a different beast.
There have been several calls via social media and the like for 30 day writing challenges, and since this space has been largely neglected I thought I’d give it a stab. Even though I constantly narrate my life via running (mostly in my head), I haven’t quite cultivated writing as a habit. Sometimes it’s not easy to find an entry point, though not writing certainly is not one. So, I’m letting a poke from someone else be my entry point. Otherwise, every intermittent post here would be about where I’ve been and why I haven’t been writing, and while I’m sure that would make for some riveting entertainment (or not), I think we have more important things to talk about, namely running.
I thought I’d try this whole writing thing again. Despite my absence in the blog world, I have been quite prolific elsewhere, namely email and my training log. I mean…those count, right? I probably could have started this post with a smidge more flare. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” No? Perhaps I’ll just jump into a summary of what’s been going on instead.
July comes to an end. I feel like I had the opportunity to be fully in the glory that is summer this past month, and for that I am very grateful. Of course there was my beloved lakeside weekend, but also a 5K, lots of time (sweating) on my front porch, plenty of sun soaked runs, and the general happiness that comes with long, bright days. I’m am appreciating them more and more as the sun seems to be greeting me a little later each morning on my runs.