On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Friday, September 24, 2010

Week in review: NYCM training week something

  • Friday: 8.25m.  A wonderful, wonderful, fast, effortless, amazing run in gorgeous weather.
  • Saturday: 4m with Mike.  Slow as the dickens (my fault).  Just taking it easy.
  • Sunday: 18.2m at the NYRR tune-up.
  • Monday: REST.
  • Tuesday: More rest.  Battling a stomach something that kept me tied to the house.
  • Wednesday:  5m in the morning along the river.  Really pretty.  Broken Garmin meant that I could totally pretend I did this run at like 7:30s.  Because I did, right?  Ha ha ha.
  • Thursday:  Um, embarrassed to say it, but rest.

This photo is apropos of
nothing. Does it make you
hungry, or grossed out?
All in all, not a terrible week:  35.45m.  The long runs are niiiice on the week's mileage.

Even though I know I would be bored with Hal's "all easy runs, just get the miles in" novice training plan, secretly I miss that.  I miss just waking up, running whatever it said to run with no complications.  I did that for my first marathon and it worked well.

I miss being able to guess what my mileage was, because I didn't have google maps or a Garmin (sometimes you guess high, sometimes low, and it all works out somehow).

I also miss having a regular training partner.  I miss having somewhere I needed to be every morning, and I feel like I run better when I have someone there pushing me.  I'm not a competitive person when it comes to running, but that's part of the problem: I'm too easy on myself.  Ah, well.

In the meantime, do yourself a favor and click over to Kelly's blog to read this entry about her pulmonary embolism.  What happened to her is very similar to what happened to me.  She's a talented runner who's running New York this year, too.
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7 comments:

  1. You'll be fine on the marathon. I'm guessing a PR?

    And the photo: grossed out. 1120 cal.? I don't even want to know how much fat there is in that breakfast...

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  2. i think you'll be fine too. i am running less than you are (yikes!!!)

    1120 cals is nastifiable i'm sorry.

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  3. I'll take three of those McGriddles. But only with a DIET Coke.

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  4. thanks for the shoutout :) I think you're doing great. I'm finding it a bit hard to push myself lately too, something I'm usually pretty good at! We'll make it though.

    Oh, and the photo. Good lord.

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  5. As a fairly new runner .. I totally miss that feeling too. It used to be I was amazed at whatever mileage I ran! Now I feel I am preoccupied with pace and miles and there's all this pressure, even though, really it's totally me doing it to myself.

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  6. I walked past that McDonald's again this morning... who am I kidding, I walked INTO that McDonald's. Breakfast was half a small latte and a fruit smoothie, though. I was tempted by the McGriddles. Okay, not really. Okay, maybe a little.

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  7. When you finish the Flying Monkey Marathon, cool down, shower and watch a movie - would you pour a beer for me and bring it to the finish line (where I will be approaching)?

    Thanks,

    Slugwort

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