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Saturday Long & Sunday Too

One change I’ve been planning to make to my training in preparation for running an ultra (or two, or…) is switching my long run to Saturday. Because my long runs have always been on Sundays, and Mondays make a perfect rest day, this has meant always resting the day after going long.

In the grand scheme of things, maybe this is a good idea. But in training for an ultra, I need to build in more opportunities for running tired–which right now means running the day after my long run, and eventually means a few back-to-back long runs.

So it was that I set out Saturday in the early morning darkness. Getting ready for fourteen miles, I strapped on my hydration pack, headlamp, and some reflective gear and headed out. The morning was cold, dry, and quite still.

The hydration pack is new and another change. I’ve always done long runs, even up to twenty miles, without any hydration. Bad idea. But I always loathed carrying something in my hands, and well, something like a hydration pack is expensive. When I came into a gift card from my work colleagues last month, it seemed like time to step up.

But back to the run itself. I stopped here as the sun rose to stow away my headlamp and reflective bands (hydration pack bonus!).

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Sometimes I’m jealous of people who live, and therefore run, in more interesting or exotic places, especially in the West. But as I look at this picture, I suppose I am quite lucky. And there is nothing except running that would get me out at sunrise on a Saturday morning, miles from home.

Saturday’s run had a fair bit more vertical, and therefore more downhill, than my usual routes. By ten or eleven miles in, I was really feeling it. Not in my quads where I expected to feel the downhill, but in my knees. They were trying to tell me they were forty-two years old, but I don’t think I wanted to hear it. Even so, they carried my up the last hill at a decent clip, as I let my heart rate rise for the final couple of miles.

And so Sunday came. It wasn’t exactly a B2B, but I went out there for five miles, which is five more miles than I’d run after a long day in the last twelve years or more. Physically, it didn’t feel great. My knees were declaring their age a bit more loudly, and so it was mostly about putting in the miles and building the habit.

In fact, if running long in this way is all about mental training, I’d have to say it was my best day in a long time.


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Sunday Long: Only One Hill

The Mount Washington Road Race is on my running bucket list. There’s a lottery to get in, and between that, job commitments, and various injuries, I’ve never had the chance to run it. I’ve always loved running up hills, and this a 7.6 mile race that rises 4650 feet to the summit of Mt. Washington, the tallest peak in New England.

The coolest part of the race might be their slogan: Only One Hill. I really hope I can proudly wear one of those t-shirts some day. Sometimes I take a run that has only one large hill, and think about that race.

This Sunday’s long run was like that. It had essentially only one hill. It also had just about the only stretch of flat we have around here, but I woke up thinking about the hill. It doesn’t come close to Mt. Washington, but it will do the job for a typical Sunday, rising 328 feet and topping out at about 10% grade, and coming at about mile 7 of the ten mile loop I had laid out.

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Ever since I started doing a lot of low heart rate training, hills have lost some of their excitement for me. I used to revel in the chance to power up a set of hills on a hot summer afternoon, drenched in sweat. Hills were often my friends in races, seeming to give me a second wind as others grew tired.

But in trying to keep my heart rate below 139, they’ve mostly turned into a slow shuffle. They’re getting faster as I work on high cadence heading upwards, but it still feels a little bit like one of those dreams where you’re trying to run fast and can’t.

So on Sunday, I decided to stop just before the base and turn off the alert on my heart rate monitor. I hit the base and my heart rate popped by fifteen or twenty right off the bat. After initially falling back into an old rhythm of reaching too far with each step to get up the hill, I set my cadence back around 180 and kept going. Just based on feel.

And it felt great.

As much as letting go of caution and running more often this summer and fall has me feeling great, I am quite certain that running more slowly and easily along with that has also been key. But this means listening to my heart rate monitor and, yes, shuffling up some hills. To spend that one mile just pushing was a great way to spend a Sunday morning.

In a way, it was too bad that it was only one hill.


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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


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Sunday Long: Summer Air & Autumn Light

The fact that I look forward all week to my Sunday long run probably puts me in the very select company of a few hundred thousand endurance junkies.

This past Sunday’s was actually fairly short. Sure, it was the longest run of the week, but not long enough that I actually put it into my training log as a “long run.” I managed to keep my commitment to take it quasi-slowly in my new Newton shoes, and went out for a little over 8 miles. With a 5k coming this weekend, it also seemed like a good idea to take it relatively easy. I managed to enjoy it anyway. Continue reading


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Happy Birthday. Run Slow.

Last Sunday was my birthday. Forty-two years old. That makes forty-one years of running. To celebrate, I ran a nice, slow twelve miles.

Truth be told, it didn’t feel as “nice” as I would have liked. If I were really celebrating, I would have gone faster.

But I’m committed to going slower most of the time so that I can stay healthy. And so I can eventually go faster – a seeming contradiction that kept me from running slowly the last twenty years. Continue reading


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Gotta Be The Shoes

I can remember almost every pair of shoes I have run in. It would be a fairly boring blog post to list them all, tempted as I am.

More important than listing them is how I feel about them – I’m pretty bitterly disappointed with most of them. That’s not fair to the shoes, really. I blame the folks that recommended them to me.

I’m disappointed because, after all these years, I wonder if many of my injuries were avoidable, if at least some of my problems have been caused by my shoes. All because people were trying to fix my problems with shoes. Continue reading


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Still Running Long

Still Running Long is aspirational.

Growing up, I loved to run, through the back field with one of our dogs, around in circles through the first floor of our house, or with my Dad wherever he would go. I got involved in organized sports when I was ten, playing soccer and baseball. For a long time, most of my running was on the soccer field, and then on the rugby field in college. I picked up my first injuries, too, on those fields. Continue reading