You guys, I failed to write yesterday, which I suppose means technically speaking my 30 day writing challenge was a bust, but like anything else (especially running), I’m picking myself back up and keeping this thing rolling. This is day 12, but I missed day 11 (in case you’re keeping count too). Yesterday, well, I don’t even know. It was busy, I got home from work and was so relieved that this week was almost over and that I would be sleeping in this morning that I created my only little party. By that I mean, I excitedly curled up on the couch to stay up a little later to finish my book. I live on the edge. At any rate, taking a few minutes out of this wild night to blog completely slipped my mind.
This is day 10 of my writing challenge, and I’m pecking this out on my phone with a glass of wine, so you can judge for yourself how this day has gone. Some small frustrations, and one emergency turned avoided crisis, But hey, all is well now and I’m prepared to enjoy the rest of the evening drama free.
This is day 9 of my 30 day writing challenge.
Yesterday, I was reading a blog post about what to do when your performance stagnates, and after a laundry list of ways to shake up your training, the coach/author said something like “unless it’s time to accept that you’ve peaked and there are no more gains to be made.” Gulp. This hit me surprisingly hard. What if that is me? How will I know? Don’t worry, I don’t actually think this is me, and have concluded either way that I’m still going strong and want to try to kick it hard, so I brushed off this dismissal and went about my merry way. Going after a specific goal can be a vulnerable thing, no matter how loose or specific your goal is. It requires you to acknowledgement it in some form, even if it’s only to yourself, and then proceed as if you can achieve it.
The post did, however, make me think of all my own secret running fears, the things that tend to crop up after a bad workout or race, or also possibly when you’re tired, hungry, or having a plain old bad day. Perhaps some of them are more justified than others, but here are some things that commonly rattle around in my head.
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.