In San Francisco for a few days. I was going to run the bay trail up and across the bridge this morning but the world interfered so I did my first run on a tread mill…… Monotonous torture for 90 minutes I have a new found respect for those of you who need to use these contraptions of boredom. I am not patient enough to do this on a regular basis, or ever again if I can avoid it.
Tomorrow I will run the bridge 🙂
Running with the snails 🙂 Slow Monday morning run, sore Monday morning run. Disconnected and spacey during my road time this morning, rather matching the dreary, rainy weather. Right hip hurting from an overly tight hip flexor, ankles making me aware of their presence, thankfully the heel has calmed itself down. Finally ran 5 x 20 second sprints at the end and my body sang songs of release and praise. The hip opened up, the ankles said “finally”, and the heel stayed in its quiet, pain free slumber. Sometimes you just have to push it in order to move through the pain.
Long run Saturday and “ouch, my heel hurts” Sunday.
Yesterday’s 18+ miles were good until I stopped running and immediately started cramping. Actually, I’d started with a little cramping in my legs at mile 16 but stopped and ate a couple of Clif blocks hoping the amount of sodium would get me through the last couple of miles, which it did, until I stopped. I was at my running partner’s house so asked for anything salty she had as the cramping was getting worse. She’s not a salt person but had Little Smokies for treats for her dogs. Yay for those precious little, tiny hot dogs! Very odd after run food but they did the trick, and I got some protein to boot 🙂
I ran in new shoes yesterday, Asics gel Cumulus. Not bad, wonderful amount of width and room in the toebox, but they’re fairly stiff so there was a sense of smacking the road with each step while I’m used to rolling through. I’m not sure if this is what led to the left heel, or it’s because of the distance run? Miles 12-16 were at MP, so that made it clear why I’m a bit sore today otherwise. I decided with my heel this tender I’m forgoing the 8 miles I had planned for today and resting it (I’ll do that mileage tomorrow then).
On a positive note, I felt strong enough in yesterday’s run that I could’ve gone a couple more miles, at least. I’m glad I talked myself down as it would’ve been a mess had I been a couple miles out when I started cramping that bad.
I’ll be going to get Saltstick today.
Edit: thanks to the Boston runners who wrote about using salt tablets in their write ups….I did not have a clue about them and cramping.
Long run Saturday happened on a Sunday in order to accommodate my running partner having a family commitment. I normally take Friday off as a total rest day, run long on Saturday, 6 easy miles on Sunday. Switched out to run easy 6 on Saturday….
That made today’s long run feel really long and I felt fatigue settle in around mile 10, although grumpiness was present from step 1. I reminded myself that it’s good and builds strength to run tired so I didn’t wuss out but, jeez louise, I had major brain struggle. Mindfulness was difficult to attain and would not last. Interesting that I was running my normal long slow run pace without problem, but still felt really sloggy.
I just remembered I also ran hill repeats on Thursday, which could have had more to do with tired legs?
Not a bad run, just a reminder that training is hard and uncomfortable at times. Bless caffeinated gels! They make long runs so much more pleasant 😀
Very excited for The Boston Marathon tomorrow! Run strong you wonderful Tumblrs!!
Spring in the PNW is a riotous thing. A glorious run this morning accompanied by the sweet smell of lilacs, the dawn rising to greet me, and my legs right where they should be.
Running an alternating tempo workout: warm up, 3×1 mile of mp and 1 mile at 10k pace,and a cool down mile. This was my first run with my new race paces and while I worried I wouldn’t be able to pull it off, it went just right 🙂 I guess my times getting better wasn’t just a fluke.
I had a minor brain freak out tonight while on the freeway. I saw the sign that said Bellingham 16 miles, then proceeded to imagine running the distance. It was a f***ing long run! Used mindfulness to get my brain out of the gutter of terror ‘cause it started talking about how a marathon is 10 miles further than this…. What am I crazy?!! Besides I’ve already done a 15 miler, what’s a few more.