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56 Miles

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Workout
10 miles. in the hot hot sun. no technology. just me, myself, my lululemon flash colored cool racer back, a skirt and some elixirs. 
 
so serious. so contemplative. I’m probably thinking about that beautiful sidewalk chalk art behind me. lovely interpretation of a flower.


 
and lots of sweat.  90+ degrees and humid.  one intelligent thing I could have done was bring water with me. I didn’t. I was quite honestly so excited to run in the heat, and I am superwoman, so it should have been completely within my means to run waterless, but I couldnt hang.  I ran by my house at mile 7 and grabbed a water bottle. otherwise I would have been a puddle on the side of the road. I was a pacing dummy again. take it slow Katie, nice and easy today. hang in the 8’s.  Ok. I obviously can’t do that. I felt like i was, but pace ended up in the 7:40 range.
 
50 miles for the week



I am very happy to be able to run 50 miles in a week and feel great. nothing is hurting and I feel like I have done a good job easily building these miles up so that now that’s it’s go time to start putting this running to work, I’m feeling good. and strong. I take every first stride of every run with caution, almost expecting the worst to happen. for that run to be the one that puts me over. no more. I’m going to start expecting the best of every run. I’m going to bring a humble confidence into every run. I’m going to let every run unfold as it may. My heat loving attitude of today’s run was smashed by mile 3, when from then on I wanted to walk about 37 times. I quickly changed my mindset and realized this run was going to be a mental run. I could not, would not stop to walk.  Somewhere in the past two marathons, it became acceptable for me to take a short walk break, I’m talking 10 seconds, if it got hard. that infuriates me, to a point. that’s not me. I ran the Harrisburg marathon in November with more pain than I’ve ever run with – I DID NOT STOP ONCE. I was stronger. mentally. I need to get that back. mental strength gives you physical strength.  and there will be plenty of practice for mental strength this summer. it’s hot out there. and there are days when I just won’t want to be doing a 14 mile marathon pace run in the middle of an 18 miler. but it will happen. I will do it. and I’m looking forward to it.
 
I normally get out ASAP on Saturday mornings to run.  enter running hubs. he called dibs on the 3am – 12pm time slot today.  The nerve.  a little greedy if you ask me. 9 hours. He’s doing this little race called the Leadville 100 mile ultra trail run in approximately too soon to even comprehend. he had to get in a 45 to 50 mile run. in one shot. I struggle to do 50 miles in a week and am oh so concerned with over doing it. he pops out and does 46 in a single shot. no big deal. just another Saturday. so I had to take the high noon hot as heck hour of the day. it was actually more like high 2 o’clock by the time he got his 3 hot dogs, with the works, and pulled himself together. I felt bad for about 1/2 a second for leaving him with the kids, but it’s what we do. we are a running family. we run. we run hard and then we run harder keeping up with the kids.  he did 46, I did 10. fifty six total miles between the two of us. I contribute a little. I think my ten in the brutal conditions must be more like 57 or so in ideal conditions – doesn’t that sound about right?  I’m sure there is some mathematical equation to back me up. in that case, I actually worked harder than him.  not true. he definitely worked harder.
 
This little bundle didn’t get the memo that we were having a brutal little heat wave here in sunny CT.
 
 
 
 
sure, grab the wool sweater. you never know when a cold front will come through. he also didn’t get the memo that purple isn’t really his color. he can pull off a pink gingham like no other though. 
 
I guess if you run 46 miles, you can eat, a lot. you can eat, whatever the heck you want. and all hubs wanted was salty, sinful, saucy food. who am I to disagree about another night off from cooking. lips are sealed. so we had a little eastern inspired smorgasbord. little Chinese. little Thai. little seafood.  lotta indigestion. 
 
 
 
 
I can have about 3 bites of this kind of food and then I want to puke. it just doesn’t sit well. ever. good thing I picked up these beauties to wash it down. 
 
 
 
I blame it on my mom. she was texting me about this mud pie she made. ice cream. chocolate fudge. pie. what was I supposed to do. but get his and hers ice cream. we don’t share this with the kids. I hide it. I often have to hide a treat I am eating or very hurriedly stash it away if I hear those little footsteps coming, lest they snatch it from my hands in a screaming fit.  not pleasant for anyone involved.  I don’t give up chocolate easily.  It’s a rare rare occasion that ice cream is in the house – like 2x a year rare, but I was provoked. and the ice cream is actually still in the freezer. that greasy food did me in. for another night. or morning. whatever strikes my fancy. 
 
I pulled this book back out. 
 
 
 
 
I’m going to use this book’s plan as a training guide, as well as the assistance of my “coach”, who is a friend who happens to be REALLY fast and has offered to guide me as well. He ran a 2:40 marathon. He also ran a 3:17 marathon. When he was 11. normal. Between Pfitzinger and fast coach friend, I think I’ll be in good shape. I over analyze. over think things. to my detriment most of the time. I’m going to balance out what I read in this book with what I feel is appropriate for my running body.  that’s the plan. as of this moment in time. I’ve only briefly read through parts of this book. I want to get through the whole thing. but, I wanted to share something with you from the book that stuck out in terms of marathon training and performance…
 
“we designed the schedules to provide the optimal stimuli…that most determine marathoning success — endurance, lactate threshold and VO2max, in that order of importance. In the long run, so to speak, it’s the long runs and tempo runs that have the most relevance to your performance on marathon day, not how often you’ve churned out a set of half mile repeats

I get caught up in the half mile repeats and such. even mile repeats or 400’s. doesn’t take much speed to get me all amped up let’s run super fast all the time. Reading that made me feel good about my upcoming training because I was looking forward to and planning on more tempo work sprinkled in the long runs. 
 
What do you think about that little snippet in terms of marathon training?  For those marathoners out there who do speed work, do you put more training weight on speed work or long/tempo runs?  

For your reading pleasure, an OLD POST. Its hot out there.  read on. 

time for nighty night
10 early miles to start off a new week

Who’s running long this weekend?  Running short?  Racing in the heat?  do share
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Whirlwind, cont. and Mind Power

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Workouts
I do not know which way is up with my workouts. my ever steady workout schedule is not so steady this week. cross training days got confused with run days, and longer run days became shorter stroller run days. and it’s only tuesday. my normal schedule is run SU-M-W-TH-S, Tuesday cross train, Friday off, or just strength. 
Here’s what we have so far…
 
Sunday – 9 miles

 
Monday – 5 jogger miles, 30 stair master speed intervals (wanted 10 miles.  no go.  couldn’t bring myself to unearth the TREADMILL to finish the run)
 
Tuesday – 9 total, 3 jogger stroller miles + 6 speedy miles later. 
The jogger miles are usually in the 8-8:20 pace range because my little bundle likes to throw things overboard like shoes, snacks, his special lovey…so we spend a lot of time rescuing such things. By the end of my 3 jogger stroller miles today, I needed some speed. what better way for speed than a nice progression run. it’s a plan. The plan was to start off around 7:30 and finish the 5th mile around 6:25, feeling like this would be very challenging to do, then cool down with a mile. Here’s what happened per mile…
7:12

6:31

6:31

6:21

6:07

7:30

Yeah. that mile 2 threw me for a loop too. big pace jump.  I thought I failed at my progression run and was going to have to do a reverse progression run.  no such a thing.  completely illogical in training, I think.  no one ever says, wouldnt it be great to positive split in a race??? Lets do our best to run the second half slower! Yeah!!  Let’s train for that!  I think not. That mile 2 was supposed to be mile 4 time, if I even felt that good by mile four. I felt like I was even holding back just to make sure I didn’t push the pace too hard and screw up my progression.  Mile 2 beeped, I thought this sucks, I can’t hold this pace or even think about doing the next 3 miles FASTER.  blah. but then, why not?  Its funny how easy it is to give up, tell yourself you can’t do something, settle for lesser than what you set out to do, and not even try to push through. Reverse that can’t do attitude and grasp the power of positive thinking.  so I tried. I held onto 6:31 and then tried to pick up the pace. Mile 4 had two very small hills.  but a hill is a hill is a hill.  I dont really agree with that, but an incline is an incline and it can hurt a speedy pace.  if you let it.  again, I immediately thought this mile is doomed to the hills. reverse. I changed my mindset and thought, don’t break this pace, it’s one little hill and one more little hill. take it. run it. well, I ran it. and the watch beeped 6:21, and what do you know, I ran it harder than I thought I could.  just because I was telling myself that I CAN do it. that meant the next had to be faster than that. make it happen. It’s one more mile. this last mile had about 1/3 mile downhill, and that was helpful. then it flattened out. and I cruised. I was happy with the finish. I like to finish the last mile the strongest, whatever the pace may be. it just goes to show how much power your mind has over your body. you tell yourself you can’t, and you won’t.  without even a chance to try. You tell yourself you can, and you at least give it a good effort so that if you fall short, you have tried. and you feel good that you have tried. and that trying has made you stronger.
 
I wore my new Mizuno Wave Elixirs. love. love. love. 
 
Lululemon marathon skirt. all black. all amazing.
 
I will admit. I did not love them at first. and I put them away. I gave them another shot. they are now broken in and they are great. slightly lighter than the precision, but heavier and more supportive than the musha. 
 
My whirlwind weekend continued into a whirlwind week. the whirlwind kind that brought a very best friend down from VT to visit and have a slumber party with on Monday night.  A whirlwind that brought a kitchen turned upside down from doing a little “facelift” action, that will be turned upside down for a bit longer. 
 
 
The whirlwind week started when I thought of the brilliant idea to make a dentist appointment for my #2 little beauty at 8:30am on Monday morning. who does that?  I do.  Little darling had to get a cavity filled. the horror. major mom guilt. you know, that unnecessary guilt us moms take on for the most riduculous things that we usually have no control over, oh my gosh, anna had a hangnail last week, how could I possibly be so neglectful. the horror.  this, on top of my normal dentist anxiety.  I would rather have 10 babies with no medication than go to the dentist.  for myself or my kids.  say the word dentist and I begin hyperventilating.  how does a 4 year old get a cavity.  Probably that choking hazard gumball she ate or the twice weekly trips for froyo.  a hypothesis.  Dr. Dentist assured me it didnt look so much like a cavity as a tooth defect, or just a little piece of enamel chipped off.  Oh, Dr. Dentist, I’ve worked through my mom guilt over this one, if it looks like a cavity and acts like a cavity, let’s just call it what it is, a cavity, and get on with our lives.  
 
Anyway, I must have done something to piss someone off, because not only did it torrential downpour the second I had to walk out of the house with all three kids, but I couldn’t find anyone’s shoes, I had no booster seats for the girls and we couldn’t find big A’s umbrella. God forbid only 2 of the 3 kids have an umbrella.  I stress about being late for things. thank goodness I have a husband. a good husband. he chauffeured us to get the boosters and held onto Luke so that the dentists office was still in tact when we left.  
 
I think the dentist did something wrong, because she came out looking like this…
 
Malpractice??
 
now you see why I fear the dentist. it’s just not right. she used to be so cute. 
 
Today was a good whirlwind. hanging with the bf and her amazingly adorable, flipping intelligent little two year old. we had deep conversations about politics and religion.  then she sang the abc’s to me and recited the united states constitution.  she makes Luke look like a caveman. I like little cavemen. 
 
My very dearest friend has recently found the joy and love of running. this is exciting. is there anything better in life than a best friend that has seen the light of running?  pretty sure there is, but that is one thing that is definitely at the top of the good things in life list. right next to designer jeans that fit like a glove and children that know how to sleep past 5am. I know nothing about the latter.
 
She requested a killer backyard workout whilst (probably one of my all time favorite words) the kidlings nicely frolicked in the yard around us. I gave her a killer workout and sent her on a run. We geeked out for a bit with running talk and looked up training plans. She’s a trail runner, and has a trail half coming up. pretty soon I’ll have her talking tempos, progressions and fartleks. not fartleks. probably one of my least favorite words and running activities. they don’t need to exist.  darn good times. 
 
All of this whirwinding has left my house sorely neglected in the cleaning and laundry and housekeeping department. but that’s ok. I put Luke on mopping duty.  little baby cavemen are good at those activities.
 
 
the driveway was getting a little dirty. 
 
and that concludes the festivities of this whirlwind.   hubs and I are having a little movie night. 21 jump street. we like movie nights. hoping the whirlwind dies down by tomorrow. it’s hard to get ahead of yourself sometimes when the day starts at an obnoxiously early hour with a small child running circles around you. I wouldn’t have it any other way. we are thoroughly enjoying our morning runs in the jogger. tossing things overboard and all.   I’m going to work on the constitution with him tomorrow. 
 
word to the wise. don’t give up on your hard work when it looks like it might actually get hard. You never know what you are capable of until you try. Strength come from success and failure, but not so much from settling for less or quitting. just stating the obvious. one of my many talents. 
 
Who has seen 21 jump street?  

When was the last time you pushed yourself out of your comfort zone?  Running or not running. asks therapist Katie. 

What was the last movie you saw?  Like or dislike?