Turkey, a long run, and a 10k

I should probably be packing for San Antonio right now, but I decided to update my blog instead. πŸ™‚

Last week was busy as I wrapped up week 18 of Dallas Marathon training. It seems like it would never get here, and now all of a sudden I can count the remaining runs on both hands. We switched things up a bit with the holiday, taking a cross-training (actually rest) day on Wednesday instead of our usual Thursday.Β We had a group run on Thanksgiving with a nice turnout. It was cold, but halfway through, I took off my mittens and headband.

I just can’t do Thanksgiving without a run. It was six miles on a different route with no plan for time or pace. At the time, I thought we were going to just do our usual Friday easy run before Saturday’s race. My friend Leda had other plans.

She texted me Thursday afternoon, and asked what I thought about doing our 14 mile long run on Friday. I think we both felt like the long run took priority over the 10k. So we headed on Friday morning full of turkey, dressing, and pie. It was a rough run that I dubbed the “Tour de Toilets.” Sorry, TMI? I finally called it done at mile 12.5. I felt sluggish, my legs were tired and heavy. I was over it. Leda felt the same way.

Saturday morning, we headed to McKinney for the Believe 10k. We ran this race together two years ago when it was cold and rainy. The weather Saturday, cool and sunny, was perfect for a 10k. We warmed up for a little over a mile, and then I shed my pullover before the race. I like that this race starts the 10k before the 5k so it’s not as crowded. The first mile was mostly downhill, and I kind of put the brakes on to see how my legs were. Leda went ahead and I could see her, but didn’t try to catch her. I ran based on effort, and would look at my Garmin about every half a mile to see how I was doing. I took a water cup somewhere in mile 4 or 5 and managed one sip at that pace. My legs started to complain about the long run, but I didn’t listen. Then they started complaining about the hills. I still didn’t push 100% because I didn’t want to fizzle out at the end. The last mile climbs back up to the finish (forgot about that part), and I did a quick check to see if I could run under 53:00. I pushed hard up the hill to finish, and managed an official time of 52:57. Not too shabby! My splits from my Garmin were: 8:31, 8:25, 8:17, 8:24, 8:20, 8:36, and 8:24 for the last .2 – uphill. πŸ™‚

All the Hills!

Leda set a PR, and we both won our age groups. I was pretty happy with the effort, plus we had a lot of fun. I needed that confidence boost after the crappy (so sorry) run on Friday. πŸ™‚

The race shirts were great too.

Then my family went to Six Flags, and I enjoyed seeing the kids have fun. It was nice to have my daughter home for several days.

This weekend I’ll be running the half at Rock ‘n Roll San Antonio with Team Chocolate Milk. It’ll be a fun weekend, and the last double digit run until marathon day!

Have a great weekend!

 

 

 

 

 

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Week 17 and Time to Taper

I just finished up week 17 of Dallas Marathon training, and I’m excited to get some of my Saturday time back. With the 18s and 20s, I forgot what it’s like to come home and eat breakfast after a long run. πŸ™‚

We had a few cool days last week, or at least Chloe thought so.

But for the long run on Saturday, it was warm and windy.Β  The workout for the day called for a 16 mile run: 7 easy, 8 at marathon pace, 1 cool down. The marathon pace wasn’t happening. Temperatures were in the high 60s and the wind was up to 20 mph. Our plan was to do the long run as planned, then head over to the local Turkey Trot and have fun with it. I was going to run it with my kids (which would be a trot/walk/trot/walk).

Even though the marathon pace was a struggle, I felt like I put in marathon effort. At least we got to see a beautiful sunrise as we ran. I was short on time to get the kids and get to the race, so I stopped at 15.

I was frustrated that I didn’t have time to finish, but I figured I’d make up for it in the 5k. We had several from our group running the race, and I always enjoy local races with my running friends.

 

My son wanted to run with his friend, so I started the race with my daughter. She hasn’t been running, but I figured swimming and marching band kept up her fitness enough. About half a mile in, after our second walk break, she took off running and tripped on the railroad tracks. She face-planted and that was the end of our 5k. I gave her a hard time about giving me my first DNF.

After we got home from breakfast after the race, I did my strength and mobility work I should have done immediately after the long run. I got up on Sunday to walk on the treadmill for 45 minutes, and I felt pretty good. No sore muscles.

There are just three weeks of training to go! The second half of this 20 week training has flown by! This is the point of the training where I start to get anxious wondering if I’ve done enough. It’s time to trust the training.

 

Some Long Runs

The past month has been a blur of Friday night football games with late night pickups, Saturday marching band contests, and the first few swim meets. Oh, and there were a few really long runs to get ready for Dallas Marathon thrown in there too.

Training has been different this year, since we usually have at least 1-2 others with us for the long run, and that’s a good thing. We had some cold weather the day of the 20 miler.

Even Chloe was happy we turned on the heater at home.

On the week we ran 22, we had several others with us for most of the run. It wasn’t very cold that day.

This past Saturday my friend was out of town for Rock ‘n Roll Las Vegas, so I was hoping to have some company for most of the 18 miler. It turned out that almost everyone was out of town or somewhere else that day. We had a small group and more guys than girls, and they were faster than me. After mile 3, I was flying solo. Fortunately, my husband came out on his bike to keep me company. He joined me around mile 5, and stayed with me to the end, not once complaining about riding a slow 6-6.5 mph. It was nice having that time together, because this is the point of the training cycle when I feel selfish. No matter how hard I try, my Saturdays are consumed by running when the mileage ranges from 18-22. Not only am I running until almost lunch time, but I’m too wiped out in the evening to be much fun. Especially after a Friday night football game. This past week, I was asleep by 9 pm! Having that time together on the road was nice.

I was pretty happy with my pace for the run too. It was my fastest 18 miler of the cycle (out of the 3 I’ve done), but my quads were sore the next day. But now we start backing the long runs down. Less than 4 weeks to race day!