I am now officially a one hour runner.
This run was pretty easy to be honest. I kept looking at my watch so I could document the exact moment when I would have to start struggling. I was anticipating writing something like “I got to minute 43 and then I had to grind it out.” That moment never came. My legs got really tired and I slowed down toward the end but there was never any doubt that I would finish.
The funny thing is that as soon I stopped running and started walking was when the real pain started. It felt like I hit a wall. I honestly could have jogged 10 more minutes. That’s how good I felt. The second I started walking I felt like I could barely move. It was very strange.
I guess I should mention that for all these runs I had to take a 30 minute walk to get to the trail. Every time I walk 30 minutes, do my run and then walk 30 minutes back. Today’s 30 minute walk home might have been the longest of my life. I’m beat.
Unlike C25K, I knew from the beginning of OHR that I would be able to do it. That doesn’t change the fact that it’s a huge achievement for me. I’m proud that I stuck it out. I’m proud to be a one hour runner.
It’s good to have goals because they help push me to get better.
Work has been making working out very difficult recently. I come home and I’m just exhausted. I got home yesterday and went straight to bed. I probably would have skipped today but I’ve got that 10K coming up this Saturday. I’ve got to get these last two runs in before then.
It’s been 100 degrees around here this week so the thought of running hasn’t been too appealing lately. Today I decided that come hell or high water I was going to run. Wouldn’t you know it? A huge storm came through tonight. When I learned that it was coming I braced myself for either 100 degree heat or pouring rain. I was going to run the damn run!
As it turned out I ended up running through a mist. This was the best possible situation. It cooled everything down and made the run quite enjoyable. Lightening struck every few minutes and steam from the pavement kept hitting me in the face the entire time but other then that it felt like a nice cool day.
No problems with my wind but my legs were spent. I hate this. I wish my legs would catch up to the rest of my body. In my mind I can run forever but my legs just start feeling like they weigh a ton.
One more run. The big one. I need to do it either tomorrow or Thursday. Again, come hell or high water it’s gonna be done. I’m going to be a one hour runner. Then I can go run for an hour on Saturday.
Minor miracle that I got this done today.
After being held back for two straight days because of rain you would think I would be chomping at the bit to run today. You’d be wrong.
Work totally screwed me up. First I had to get up earlier then usual this morning. Then I had to sit through a boring meeting after lunch. They had a ton of snacks in the room. We had cheesecakes, cookies, chocolates and other things. I don’t normally eat that stuff anymore but, along with a ton of coffee, it got me through a long afternoon. By the time I got home I bottomed out of my sugar rush and felt like I was going to pass out.
I walked to the trail in a daze, yawning the whole way. When I got there I just started running without really thinking about it. Maybe that helped me. It wasn’t as tough as it usually is. Maybe I was numb to the whole thing. I don’t know.
I’m not as tired any more. I guess running will wake you up. Don’t want to have too many more days like this. I’d like to look forward to my runs in the future.
My run tonight has officially been rained out. Sucks. I’ve been pretty lucky with the weather for the past 10 weeks so I guess it had to happen sooner or later. I could go downstairs and run for 30 minutes on the treadmill but that seems like a waste. I’ve only got three more runs left. I want to do them all outside.
I’ll finish up week 10 of OHR next Tuesday and Thursday. I didn’t have any runs scheduled then so it will work out. It will be cool to finally get that hour under my belt.
Enough about that, though. I’ll get it done. I’ve got other things on my mind right now. My next two weeks are gonna be pretty cool.
My first 5K race is this Saturday. I got my first of what I hope will be many 5K shirts in the mail the other day. It’s sitting next to my bib ready to go. I’m not sure if it’s cool to wear the shirt in the actual race. Is that done? Would I look like a noob? This whole thing is confusing. What about the bib? Do I just safety pin it to my shirt? Is there some other way that I don’t even know about? Where do I put it? On my chest? Stomach? Back? It’s just paper. Is that thing going to fall apart when I start sweating? I’ve got a TON of stupid questions.
It sucks to do new things sometimes because you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s not my fault. I’m new. Everybody was new once. I’m sure there are a ton of unspoken rules that I don’t even know about yet. I guess all I can do is put my head down and push through. Hopefully I won’t embarrass myself too much. I look forward to getting this thing over with so that the next time I run into someone running their first race I can put my arms on their shoulder and act like I’m the coolest guy in the world. “Come here you poor dumb bastard,” I’ll tell them. “Let me show you how it’s done.” That will be cool.
Once I get the 5K race done I only have to wait a week to do my first 10K. At least I’ll have a better feeling of what those things are like by then. I’m gonna finish One Hour Runner the Thursday before so I should be prepared for this distance. I’m afraid that my time will suffer because I’ll have already put in 100 minutes of running in that week. Nothing I can do about it, though. I don’t schedule these things. I’m sure I’ll survive.
After the 10K I get a week off from running and then I start marathon training. That’s gonna be 18 weeks of bitching and moaning but I’m sure anyone who reads this blog is used to that by now.
No problems. I felt more tired in the two runs earlier this week. I honestly could have run another 6 minutes without any trouble. Legs felt good. Wind was great.
I went a little slower then normal today. I timed my last three miles at 11 minutes each. Not too happy with that but I kept telling myself to slow it down because of the length of time I was going to run. If I would have known I could handle it I would have sped up.
The humidity was ridiculous. It rained pretty hard earlier so I should consider myself lucky that I was able to get this run in. When I finished my shirt looked like I had been out in the rain. I was drenched. Got so bad that it was sticking to me. As a result my nipples were rubbed raw. I’ve got to figure out some solution to that problem. This is not a good feeling.
Nothing to say about this one really. Easy.
It was outrageously hot outside but zero problems getting this one done.
I remember during the middle of this run thinking that it was going pretty smoothly. The first run of the week has been pretty tough for me lately so this was odd. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty minutes. It was cake.
Of course someething went wrong eventually. At the 22 minute mark I started getting a stitch in my side. It hurt like hell. Every time my foot struck the pavement my stomach hurt. I had to grit my teeth to finish. There was a time about 4 minutes before I finished that I thought I wouldn’t be able make it to the end. It was bad.
I did finish though and I’m proud of that. The second I stopped running the pain stopped. Maybe that was my body’s way of telling me something? Too bad. I was not quitting. Not this close to the finish line. I’m almost done. Two weeks left. Can’t stop now.