no new year’s resolutions

I used to make New Year’s resolutions.  And it usually involved weight or stopping something bad.  And, by the middle of January, it was over.  Why make exercise and weight goals in the middle of January?  It’s cold!  New Year’s resolutions should be made in like, June.

So since my last post right before New Year’s, my training was pretty sketchy.  All the runs were good…but I still am challenged with the Long Run.  Right before New Year’s, I tallied up the miles I had run…and it was 989.43.  On Dec. 31st, I was going to run 11 miles, but when I told my kids, they were…less than overjoyed since we had finally gotten a free New Years!  So, the number stayed.

Toward the end of the week, I was starting to worry that I would not be prepared in time for LA Marathon.  I started to think my coach was INSANE for giving me such long runs. I hadn’t really connected with him.  I’m in love, and he was on vacation (the nerve!), so I thought the dude insane for assigning 18 miles for Sunday.  So, smartass me, I asked for hills on Friday.  Stupid.  Killed.  I only got in 12.5 on New Years Day.

I was sad.

Did a Sunday run, then tonight the gauntlet:

4-1/4 sprints + 2-1/2 sprint + 1 mile @ puke threshold + 2-1/2 sprint + 4-1/4 sprints. Cool downs between each. Rough workout

Tonight Kim called me and said are you ready?  I was.  We had done a half gauntlet a few weeks ago, but as I found out tonight, a half is not a full gauntlet.  We did the prescribed workout.  And, we kicked ass.  8.73 miles, and very satisfied.

And now.  You’re all caught up.

If I were to have a New Year’s Resolution, it would be to keep on…keepin’ on.  Cheers, and welcome 2011~

Ms.V on the Treadmill…One Night Only

Through no fault or planning of my own, I had to go do speedwork on the treadmill tonight.  It was pouring rain, but I’ve run in the rain before.  It wasn’t dark yet, so that’s not a factor.  I simply was alone, and it was getting dark and the roads were slick.  So, I found myself at the gym.

I keep my $25 membership at the gym, because it’s so cheap.  That, and I’m fiercely loyal…I have been a member of this gym for 10 years.  You can’t get a gym membership for 25 bucks, and it has a bathroom, so if I have to use it, I can run in there if need be.

I come in, and get my treadmill.  I’d rather stick hot pokers in my eyes than run on the treadmill, yet there I was. 

And there I was.  Five years ago.  Standing around.  Chatting with people working out.  Leaning on machines.  Yawning.  What is it about this place that makes people do nothing?  Wait, don’t answer that.  I’m watching people come up to people’s machines, make small talk, stand … and leave.

I started my warmup mile.  All good.  I was startled with the feel of the pull of the treadmill.  Not much work, just set the machine and go.  A group of 4 20 year old young men take the machines around me.  I’m well into my speed work, absolutely dripping, and on my jog cool down, they stop.  They were on the treadmills no longer than 2 minutes.  A young teacher I know is slowly doing the elliptical while watching TV.  I am sweating.  I am all over the place. 

My body is screaming, I am one of those people with sweat all over the machine, and all over the ground around the machine.  The 4 men leave.  A group of women are standing at the child care.  They are doing Zumba.  Kids are screaming. The music is blaring.  They are standing.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I know people work out.  I just have a new filter right now.  I am so used to burning it out of the road…and so used to making noises.  So, I start clapping.  Yelling at myself.  Because interval 5 & 6 are killing me.  KILLING me.  People are still working out, and I am laughing, and pretending I’m on the road.  By myself.  I start singing Bohemian Rhapsody which is on my iPod, just like I do.  I’m sure they thought I was insane.

Yes, insane. Judgemental. Annoyed. Critical of the standers. 

As I laid down to do my core work, I couldn’t help but think of the woman who used to hang out in the gym, and the woman who just finished 50 minutes of speedwork (4.79 miles).  She’s the same, and yet today, I wouldn’t recognize the first one if I met her on the street.

Become Legendary

I’m no Michael Jordan.

I’m a 51 year old woman, training for my 2nd marathon.

I ran 4 x 1 Mile splits last night.  In around 9:20-9:30 pace.  I did 40 squats.  I embarrassed myself summarily as cars were driving by…putting the squats DOWN.  I was drenched in sweat.

I’m not legendary.  Only to myself.  And my kids.  And my dogs.

But.  At the end of the day, it’s really NOT about the marathon.   It’s about THIS workout.  How I pulled it out.   All over the streets of our town.  How I didn’t think I could do it.

And.  And I did it anyway.

No excuses.  If I can do it, anyone can.

Tuesday Speedwork

We’re coming down to the wire.

I had a long talk with my coach tonight, because with Saturday’s run coupled with a big weight gain, I was ready to throw the towel in.

Tonight I get the prescribed workout:

5.5-ish miles [2m w/u @ 10:15, 6 x 3-min @ 9:10 w/jogging (NO WALKING) recovery @ no slower than 10:15, 1m c/d @ 10:30]. CORE WORK

Mile 1:  9:56

Mile 2: 10:08

Now.  Mile 3-4ish, I couldn’t read the data, but I set it to only do minutes, and all I did was run my hardest:  It was supposed to be 6×3 min + jog recovery (it didn’t state time, so I counted to 120)  Then I just saw that the recovery was no slower than 10:15, which I didn’t know, so I jogged slower.

I turned off the Garmin after each 3 min.

Here are the paces.  I could not see my Garmin:

9:06

8:59

8:54

9:14

8:55

9:55

anywhere from 9:31-10:23 last mile?  I think 10:23 was the end, but I was mostly under 10

I have looked at the data every which way possible.  The initial splits looks much longer, and then when I read it on a pace chart, my numbers were good.  Even the end was just because I had to hit a circle, but at 4.5 I was on pace for a 9:35 mile.

Good run.  VERY.

I had a long talk tonight with myself, and with my coach.  My head said, “enough”.  But my heart said, “Carry on.”

So I did.