This morning’s five mile run sucked the big one. I could get all wigged out and decide I have become an out of shape and sluggish loser since my marathon three weeks ago, but I prefer to blame it on:
- No breakfast
- Pretzels, cheese and crackers for dinner last night along with two glasses of wine (Friday night partay while watching the Bachelorette!)
- Hot weather. I have become a wimp. I learned in my training class that 55 degrees is the optimal running temperature. Warmer than that and your performance degrades. Even if you are running in 35 degree weather, your performance is hindered due to the energy being used to keep your body warm. Anyway, I am a wimp in the heat.
- I had to poop the whole way. This is what I hate. I try to go before I run. Nothing. No urge even. I run maybe a half mile (too far from the house to turn around) and a turd is honking. Dammit. So what’s the game plan? Hold it in? Climb under the bridge? Pinch one off in the shorts? I held it. But it bugged me the ENTIRE way, as in I couldn’t think of anything else but sitting on the pot.
Some runs are just like that right?
Speaking of the running coaches' certification training…one cool fun fact is that Deena Kastor’s husband, Andrew, was in our class. He is already a running coach in Mammoth. He’s also Deena’s physical therapist. I sat by him on the first day. I tried to breathe in his aura so maybe I will become faster. Deena and I have a lot in common. We both had cuboid stress fractures. I guess the commonalities end there.
I learned a ton. It was 18 hours long, so it’s impossible to cover too much on this blog. Probably the most informative parts were about fueling and taking care of oneself in order so stay uninjured and to race well. This includes lots of rest, stretching, proper nutrition. Duh. It also includes lots and lots of running at slow paces. I realize that I have not respected the long run as much as I should have. I have been running too fast. Apparently you should feel really good and hungry after you run and not like you’re going to puke and die. The idea is to use the long runs to help your body build a strong base for when you do race. The point is not to go out and kill yourself.
Another interesting tidbit is that the long run doesn't need to be as long as your race, but should simulate the amount of time you will spend on your feet during the race. So, if you are running a half marathon and plan to do it in two hours, your longest run should take you two hours, but should be at a slower pace than race pace. So, you are running a shorter distance, but are out there for the same amount of time. Makes sense, right?
So, now if I could just pass the freaking 100 question test, I’ll be good to go. There wasn't nearly enough emphasis on crapping during runs. If the test was on that, I would pass with flying colors.
The big Bolder Boulder 10K (50,000 runners) is Monday. The whole family is partaking. I am torn if I should: 1) race it (I haven’t raced a 10K. They put me in a wave based on my last 5K time which estimates a 47:30 finish – yeah, right) or 2) run it with Sam and help him get close to 55 minutes (his goal) and make sure he’s not abducted or crushed by the crowd. What should I do??? I know which one would be more fun. Not running it in 47 minutes. In any event, I’ll have my eye out for Shana, Half Fast and his main squeeze, Candice, who will all be there!
Finally, here’s a funny story. Emma (9) and I were watching the Bachelorette last night. One of the guys told the Bachelorette that he got the nickname “Shooter” in college because he prematurely…well, you know (nice first impression conversation, right?) Emma asked me what was going on. I said I didn’t know, because I’m not about to go into that with my 9 year old, plus I’ve never prematurely ejaculated so I don’t know what it’s like. She said, “I think he shot someone.” Well, kind of.