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Training Update: Weeks Seven & Eight

At the beginning of week seven, the ground was still largely uncovered by snow. There were a few patches here and there from some scattered small storms we had had, but nothing significant. This isn’t to say that winter hadn’t arrived. Most days in January had been cold, some of them bitterly. But the ground was bare.

By the end of week eight, I was running closer into the center of the streets, pushed there by three feet of snow that lay on the ground. Piles at corners and intersections had reached 8 and 10 feet, making it difficult to see and be seen. And it seemed like new snow was coming down just about every day, slowing down my pace, raising my heart rate, and making footing unsure.

I run for that feeling of flow that comes about during some, but not all runs, when everything seems to meshing perfectly together. My entire body–feet legs, arms, back–along with my breath and all of the outside world. Seamless. One. It’s more difficult to get there when the drivers are brushing just past you on the much narrower road (half of them exasperated to see you there to begin with). But it still happens, every once in a while, if you just keep running.

Week Seven & Eight: I won’t try to go day-by-day through two weeks. I began week seven anticipating the long run that was to conclude it. Eighteen miles, my longest since hip surgery, and probably even since my 2003 knee surgery. I started the week with my usual 8 miles on Tuesday, but took a much flatter route. In part, this was to make sure my heart rate was all the way settled back after my elevated runs a few weeks back. And it was. The other reason was to prepare for this 18, to make sure there was something in the tank by the end of the week.

By the time the week got too far, it became clear that Saturday would not be a good day for 18. The forecast for snow started looking more and more menacing, so I moved the my long run to Friday. This meant two days of running after that run, instead of my usual recovery run and then rest day. But the Friday was beautiful and it felt like a good move.

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By the time Monday and Week Eight rolled around, though, it became clear that Tuesday of that week would be lost to an even bigger storm. So that meant a fourth consecutive day. Which all felt fine. Until the middle of Week Eight, when it was clear that stretch had dipped a bit too far into my reserves. But Week Eight was a low-intensity week, which allowed me to get my 36 miles in over four days instead of five, and build in a double rest day.

A few months ago, I would have felt like a double-rest day was cheating. Now I know what it means to my body, how my body uses that rest to get stronger. So I loved it… And finished the week with a just about 15 miler.

Where I did something pretty dumb. I wore a brand new pair of shoes. Exact same model, but still a brand new pair. I know. I know. I really do. But I couldn’t help myself (separate shoe post to come…). And ended up with a decent amount of soreness on my right foot, at the end of a week when I should have been feeling re-charged and ready. I know.

Eats & Drinks: Tailwind! I finally got over to our local running & triathlon store and picked up some Tailwind, which I had used a few times in Costa Rica. I love this stuff. It tastes good, it has a nice high sodium content, and it just, for lack of a better explanation, feels simple in my body. I used it on my 18 miler. Even though part of their pitch is that it is all you need, I also took along some Honey Stinger Chews. I feel like every once in a while, I need something to actually chew. Plus if all I do is drink? I mean, I have to pull over on the side of the road often enough as it is…The combination was fantastic.

Milestones (All post-hip surgery, April 2011):

  • Longest run: 18.2 miles
  • Highest mileage week: 44.2 miles
  • Fastest pace on a 12+ mile run: 8:45 min/mile

Next Week’s Targets: Run the same 18 mile loop, but in a higher mileage week. I’ll kick the Tuesday hills up to 10 miles and hope to top 45 miles.


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Training Update: Week Six

I started week six mostly worried, yet anxious to get going after two consecutive days without running. I had taken those two days after my heart rate had been spiked (well, hovering too high, anyway) during my aborted long run the Saturday before.

It was a tough two days. Just waiting, essentially, to see what would happen when I hit the pavement again. When I reached the end of my street and looked down at my watch, what would I see? Would I see the same elevated number as Saturday? Or something more normal?

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that, as a Zen student, I shouldn’t worry so much about this. My heart rate is my heart rate. Zen isn’t about always being calm, as is the popular conception; it’s about a basic friendliness with whatever arises. It’s about accepting anxiety when it is present, and not looking for it when it isn’t there.

There’s a sign on the wall just outside the zendo in our Temple that says (in Japanese), No Merit. And yet much of my fear about my heart rate last week was connected to achievement. I want to see things unfold in a certain way. And, for a time, they were unfolding in decidedly the opposite direction. Which made the basic friendliness difficult. But that, too, is something I can accept, something I can sit with. Or run with.

Week Six: I’m kind of surprised, in retrospect, that I didn’t begin the week with something easier, but I went out Tuesday for 8 miles of hills, and ramped up to my lactate threshold on repeats of the last one. It was bitterly cold and the streets were icy. But it was good to be out. And, yes, my heart rate was lower than Saturday. Not glance-at-my-watch-and-laugh low, but it felt like it was moving in the right direction.

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Wednesday was my typical recovery run. I wrote in my training log when I finished, Mostly meh. There was nothing wrong with the run, but I still had to stay fairly slow to keep my heart at a recovery rate. I kept thinking to myself, well, it’s better, but it isn’t all the way better.

I decided not to do any speed work on Thursday and just have an easy six. It was incrementally better. But I found myself anxious for my rest day, hopeful that it could move me another step closer to being back.

As the weekend approached, I watched the weather closely. The forecast high for Saturday was 13 degrees, while Sunday was supposed to be 33 and raining. Which would I rather run sixteen miles in?

I went for Saturday, and was so glad I did. The temperature managed to climb to 16, and the sun was bright, the air clear and dry. I left my hydration pack behind (it would just freeze anyway), layered up, and headed out. It was a this-is-why-I-run type of run. I felt like my performance wasn’t quite where I wanted still, but it was quiet on the streets, and the air felt, well, pure.

I wrapped up the week, as usual with a Sunday recovery run. I really had trouble getting going the first few miles, and ended up even slower than my Wednesday run. It was just about as slow as my all-time low-point when I had a dark and horrible morning recovery run in December. I could have been terribly discouraged, based on everything since the aborted long run, but somehow I wasn’t. It’s just the effects of yesterday’s sixteen, I told myself. And a rest day to follow.

Eats & Drinks: As I noted above, this week’s experiment was with not eating and drinking on my sixteen-miler. I made it fine and was well hydrated, but I could feel the lack of energy in my legs for the last couple of miles. It felt like a good learning experience that didn’t do me any harm.

Milestones: 

  • Tied longest post-hip surgery (April 2011) run: 16.2 miles

Next Week’s Targets: Finding out if I really am all the way back. Oh, and a new longest run (post-hip surgery) of eighteen miles, wrapped into what should also be my highest mileage week (p.h.s., and perhaps even post-knee surgery (April 2003).


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Training Update: Week Five [Ups & Downs]

I’m late on week five. I think it’s because I didn’t really want to talk about it.

It started as the best week in a long, long time. It ended with me wishing that the whole thing had never happened.

The beginning? Phoenix. I traveled out there for work on Sunday, just a couple of hours after the Sunday recovery run of my low-intensity week. Looking at a map of the area around my hotel before I flew out, I noticed a mountain park only a mile-and-a-half away. As far as I could tell, that park included trails. For someone who lives in the east and runs mostly on roads–but is always reading about glorious western trail running…well, I was excited to get there.

IMG_0515So, Monday morning, I headed out early for a run. Early on the day that is normally my rest day. Early on the day after I had had a long flight and gotten to bed very late, never mind the time change.

Man, was I thrilled. I had a chance to watch the sun rise from the top of Phoenix. I had the chance to push myself up and then down technical trails. A whole different running experience for me. All of it in dry warmth in the middle of January.

So I did it again on Tuesday. And then, for some reason, I got up early on Wednesday, too, to run on the hotel treadmill before my early flight. The forecast for home on Thursday looked brutally cold, so I thought I’d shoot for that as a day off.

Back home on Friday, the snow was coming down and I wasn’t looking forward to sharing the roads with all that snow and drivers trying to avoid it.

Inspired by my western trail adventures, I headed for some trails in town. I hadn’t run them much before, and never in the winter, but it seemed a perfect day for it. And, while I was out there, it was perfect. The snow and the trail itself made a little bit higher intensity than I was looking for, but it was beautiful. Peaceful.

And then it all fell apart.

I headed out Saturday morning for my planned 14 mile long run. By the time I hit the end of our street, a little more than a tenth of a mile, I knew I wasn’t right. My heart rate was already pushing 140, where usually it’s no higher than the high 120’s. As I ran up the first gentle hill, I had to go slower and slower to keep my heart rate down. A mile in, and I knew I’d be turning left at the first opportunity, making this a five-mile recovery run instead of a fourteen mile long run.

never cut runs short.

I knew also that it didn’t make sense to run the next day, and with a gymnastics tournament for my daughter, I wouldn’t be able to fit it in anyway. Combine that with my usual Monday off, and I would have two days to recover.

I kept thinking about those amazing Phoenix climbs, how I made them a part of five days of consecutive running–something I’ve done only once before. What else could have fatigued me to bring this on? That trail run in the snow in the same week, meaning no easy runs in the week, probably didn’t help.

And I knew I had two days to think about it.

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nothing long about that…

Eats & Drinks: I had taken my hand-held bottle on the aborted long run, trying to get a feel for running with it, assuming that is what I’ll use for any ultra I run. The five miles it went didn’t quite constitute a test.

Milestones: 

  • Climb in a two-day period: 1831 feet (I had to find something)

Next Week’s Targets: Really, just getting back on track. Running forty miles at decent, recovered, lower heart rates, with a sixteen mile long run.


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Training Update: Week Four

Week four took a lot of discipline. Not because I was taking a step up, or because the weather was horrible (though the weather did have its moments). No, the complicated part was intentionally taking a step back.

I loved the previous three weeks of my training–each week taking a step up in total mileage and distance of the long run, topping out a psychologically important more-than-forty-miles. But week four was a planned pause in that progression, an opportunity for my body to step back and recover. The idea was to cut back about 20% on the total and bring the long run back down to twelve miles.

Did I mention it was difficult? Two things stood out especially. Without a new target, a new milestone, the week felt, well, boring. Sure, I enjoyed some of the runs for their own sake. But I missed the feeling of stepping up, stepping forward. The other was that I actually felt more sluggish on most of my mid-week runs. This could easily mean that the lower-intensity week was perfectly placed in my training calendar. Or it could have all been in my head. But I felt like I was pulling myself around the loop sometimes.

Week Four: There’s not too much to tell about week four specifically. I swapped out my Tuesday hills for a run-of-the-mill five miles. I was pretty quick around the loop, clocking an 8:39 pace in my regular low heart rate zone (about 75% of maximum). That’s a significant improvement even of the last few weeks.

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Wednesday was New Year’s Day and a little more fun. My son again came with me on a brief run after I had finished my own. It was cold and very blustery that day, and I was worried he wouldn’t want to join me. As we were getting his shoes on, he said, “Can we do one that is shorter than last time?” Sure, I told him, whatever you would like. As soon as we hit the pavement, though, his smile grew. “Actually, maybe we can do longer,” he suggested. So we ran just under a mile-and-a-half together.

By Thursday I felt like I was losing a batter with the wind. I ran a decent clip again (8:33 for a 75% heart rate run), but the constant wind simply made it feel like I was running without any rhythm. It was as if, between the feeling of my body, my effort, and the road, everything was garbled. So it felt a little bit like putting in miles.

Saturday’s long run was day one of evidence that you can’t trust hourly weather forecasts. The 18 degrees when I left was supposed to be pushing 28, but I’m not sure it got a single degree warmer over the twelve miles, even as the sun managed to get a little bit higher. The run itself was simply…normal, though it was twelve miles almost nine minutes faster as when I ran the same route on my birthday three months back.

To wrap up the week, Sunday was a slog-fest and day two of why you can’t trust hourly forecasts. I awoke with an afternoon plane to catch (running in Phoenix to feature in next week’s update…) and so a small window for running in my last five miles of the week. While 10 am would have been ideal for our family’s schedule, the forecast said it would be raining hard at that time (after having snowed much of the night). So, I looked outside at about 7:45 and saw no precipitation. I looked inside at the forecast and saw only a 10% chance for that hour. I dashed outside.

I think I made it about an eighth of a mile before the freezing rain started. Then the snow mixed in, than the ice. And, really, it didn’t stop. But I didn’t either, and I think that might just be as miserable as it can get.

(Of course, at 10 am, the skies were clearing…)

Eats & Drinks: With travel coming, I was too busy to make it to the shop and stock up on anything. So let’s say it was a test of running without any fueling.

Milestones: Just one for the low-intensity week:

  • Longest run with my seven-year old boy: 1.41 miles

Next Week’s Targets: I’m excited about week five. One reason is that my total mileage will tick back up; my long run will still be only 14, so this will mean raising the mileage bar on some of the mid-week runs. The other reason, and really a much bigger one, is that my first runs of the week will take place in Phoenix, Arizona, and include technical mountain trails. I never get have this experience, to run this way, and am always reading about ultra runners I admire tackling this kind of terrain. I can’t wait to see what I find out about myself.


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Friday Rest Day

I have had different sorts of relationships with rest days over the years.

In my mid-twenties I ran with a group for long runs on Saturday mornings. I was running six days a week at the time, which meant I typically took my one and only rest day of the week on Sundays. That was a good relationship. I enjoyed the time with friends, and often (being in my mid-twenties as I was) I would have been out late on Saturday night, so it was a good day to set aside for, well, just about nothing. Continue reading