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.
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.