Sunday, August 26, 2012

Dog Days of Summer

It’s been a while since I put anything up here. In fact, if I recall correctly, the last thing I wrote was something about sucking in a road 5k, battling severe depression, and contemplating trading in my flats for a nice badminton racquet.

Well, turns out most badminton racquets run at least $20, which is likely more than I could get for a pair of reeking, worn-down racing shoes. So I got back to training. And training has been going really, really well.

It didn’t at first though. After Grandma’s, I gave myself 3 easy weeks, culminating in the aforementioned 5k race, after which I entered a phase I think of as “serious training”. Most running books will warn of the dangers of increasing mileage too quickly, but I went ahead and jumped from 65 miles (during the last recovery week) to 100 miles the next week. I knocked out a few light workouts with one of the Trinity runners that was in town, which was fun, but any workouts that I did on my own were...difficult.

Cruisin' at 5:38 pace

5:40 pace felt incredibly fast, given that I had less than a month earlier gone 5:38 pace for 26.2 miles. I would finish tempo runs feeling like I could MAYBE go one more mile, and then only if someone held a gun to my head.

Then, about two and a half weeks ago, something flipped. Around this time I was competing with some coworkers in a 4x400m vs 1600m race, during which I ran the 1600 in 4:32. Maybe this is what caused the shift, or maybe it was just good timing, but since that day, I’ve felt like a million bucks. That week was 120 miles. The next was 126. This past week I took a few days much easier, but still hit 123 miles.

And the workout...oh the workouts. I did 11 miles alternating fast and slow with Rob at an average of 5:52 per mile just 2 days after the 1600m race. The next workout was 5k @ 16:25, followed by 4x200 (granted, with very, very long recovery) at 29 apiece. Three days later I did a tempo on our bread and butter Hill Country Village route, covering 10 rolling, hilly miles in 54:54, my best time on that course by over a minute.

One 24 mile long run later and a few easy runs later, I was doing 8x1600m on the track at an average of 5:13 each, but with the 400m recoveries done so fast that I came through 16k in under 55 minutes. That workout, done 20 seconds faster than I did it in March of this year, sandwiched between setting my 5k and 10k PRs, showed that I’m in terrific shape for races in the 5k to half marathon range. But what about that pesky marathon I’m supposed to be training for?

Well, this morning I took advantage of the (cough, cough) wonderful weather we’re having this weekend to knock out a new standard workout for me in a marathon buildup: 1x marathon at roughly 10% slower than goal pace. Since my goal pace is somewhere in the 5:30-5:35 range, that means doing 26.2 miles at 6:03 to 6:09 per mile, which, given the weather (overnight low of 78, dew point of 73-75), I would have been happy with anything 6:15 and below. But, true to form, I went out at 6:05 pace for the first 18-20 miles, suffered for the last 10k, and ended up covering a marathon in 2:40:38 (6:07/mile), my 5th fastest marathon ever. That is a long way to go by yourself, but I’m glad that I was able to stay focused long enough and not wimp out 24 miles in, when it’s all too easy to say “oh, I’ve already done enough”. As of today, I have 11 weeks to prepare for the San Antonio Rock and Roll Marathon, so it’s just a matter of keeping the hot streak going, and not pushing myself too hard too soon.

Me circa 2011 Whine Run

Next up for me is the Labor Day Whine Run 5 Miler, next Monday, which I’ve done the last 2 years. I’m really excited to get out and race again, as it feels like forever since I’ve lined up and put myself out there.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Jeremy’s Recap of Emily’s Experience at the US Half Marathon Championships


Em's Race Bib for the US Half Marathon Championships

These days Emily is more than a little busy with [other things], but don’t worry: I’ve got spare time out the wazoo. 

In the weeks before the US Half, Emily was looking like a million bucks. Maybe more than a million. Here are some quick workout rundowns:

May 10th: 4x2 miles with 3 minute jog recovery in 11:27, 11:40, 11:45, 11:35, with the total workout adding up to 9.1 miles at 6:06 pace.

May 17th: Fartlek totalling up to 9.15 miles at 6:05 pace.

May 20th: 17 mile long run at 7:22 pace

May 22nd (25 days before race): 8x400 w/ 200 recovery, averaging 77 for the 400s and 49 for the 200s. Total of 17:36 for 5k.

But Emily has a stunning, glaring weakness. She SUCKS at running while she can’t breathe. You see, Emily has had various asthma-esque issues for as long as I’ve known her, but we thought we had the right medications to keep it under control. But the root cause of these problems is that Emily is allergic to EVERYTHING in the world. Pine trees? Yep. Grass? Of course. Air? Maybe, honestly I lose track.

And when Emily’s allergies act up, she can’t breathe. Not that she gets what you’d traditionally think of in an asthma attack - it’s more like she has to do all of her runs while breathing through a straw. So the workouts go from 6 minute pace to 6:40 pace. And every run feels terrible. And she starts to think, why in the HELL am I going to go run a race against a bunch of elite runners and make a fool of myself? So Emily went up to Minnesota with me with every intention of just cheering for me while I ran Grandma’s Marathon.

But once we were there, the atmosphere was too much for her. The excitement, the energy, the fast runners everywhere you turn - by Friday afternoon, Emily was telling me, “well, I’ll do the race, I’ll just play it safe and start nice and slow”. As a test, she did a mile on the track Friday morning, in 6:03, and said it felt “horrible”.

So Saturday morning rolls around, and of course I have NO idea what’s going on, since I’m getting ready to run a marathon an hour later. But little do I know, while Em is talking about “just running 1:21 or so” (roughly 6:11 per mile), her first mile is 6:03. And her 2nd is 6:09. Her 3rd is 5:57, and already thoughts of “playing it safe” are out the window. Slow 4th and 5th miles are the last attempts at conservatism, but every mile after that is sub-6. There’s something magical about running within yourself and then catching TONS of people the last half of a race, and Emily was right in that moment. 5:54, 5:59, 5:54, 5:52, and 5:57 took her through 10 miles in a new PR of 60:04.

A few more people passed, and three more miles in the 5:50 range, brought her home in 1:18:14, a new PR by nearly 3 minutes. Her last 10k was roughly 36:26, and her last 10 miles were under 59:30. Was that the outcome we were hoping for a few weeks earlier? Not really. Was it awesome given the circumstances? Absolutely. She finished 36th place, right at half way through the field, when she was hoping "not to get last".

Sometimes things just go to hell, and there’s not much you can do about it. But you have to soldier on and see what you’ve got, and every once in awhile it turns out okay. And now, please wish the lovely lady some luck as she gets allergy shots for her allergies to EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD.

Thanks you, and good evening.

Em's view right before the start of her race