Overcoming Excuses

If you read this post earlier…you may notice a difference. The original text is below…so feel free to scroll down and catch up. But I wanted to say a few other things…and share how the rest of my day went.

A bit more:
Tonight, I’m feeling completely refreshed. I ran (more on that in a few), I talked with two ladies who really set me straight on a personal issue I’ve been struggling with, and had a reconciliation with a friend with whom I’d had a falling out about a month ago.
I feel alive.
So the kids and I celebrated with pizza and beer (for me).

I do want to talk more about the run today, and some of the things I’m doing while training for this 24 hour monster.

The course itself isn’t challenging…as long as you can handle the loops. I’ll be posting my race goals in a post later this week. The challenge for me comes in the time involved…and the boredom. Just shy of a one mile loop, nothing exciting is going to come from the scenery. So it’s best to practice running in the boredom. That’s when your thoughts can get you in trouble. But I digress…

I’ve decided to go back to HR training for at least the build weeks of this cycle. And here’s why…I need to keep this easy. It’s the only way to stay upright for this long. I know me. Give me a flat road, and I’m going to want to RUN! But I can’t, or I won’t make it.

Here’s my run for today. I ran on the dreadmill…as boring as possible, but it also kept external factors at bay: constant elevation, constant speed, constant temperature. I didn’t use the fan. Oh…and I didn’t eat or drink once I started.

The plan:
1. One hour in Zone 1 at “ultra pace.” Here’s the super scientific calculation for that:
Ultra pace = (Slow-as-sh*t + 30sec) per mile.
SLOOOW. It’s tough mentally. It’s just faster than I could comfortably walk. (My Zone 1 peaks at 147, max HR for this segment was 146)
2. Increase speed to force HR to the top of Zone 2 without going over. Hold for 15 minutes. So far…so good. (My Zone 2 peaks at 162, max HR was 161)
3. Decrease speed back to ultra pace. Keep HR in Zone 1 for 15 minutes. (Avg HR for this segment was 143 – Zone 1)

I’m trying to accomplish two things here. First, I’m training my body to learn my race pace and keep my HR low while doing it. Did I really use the above calculation? No. But I’ll tell you how I chose a race pace when I cover my goals. Second, I’m teaching my body to burn fat, instead of ingested calories. Believe it or not, this is possible. Will I eat during the race? Of course. But I’ll be doing this workout (in a controlled environment) each week without food or water. Of course, both are easily accessible during my run, and I’m watching my HR like a hawk.

I guess we’ll see how this plays out.
Next post should cover race goals. Look for that in a few days!

Here’s the original post from this morning if you missed it.
My recovery time is over…back to a regular running schedule (I use that term VERY loosely!).
I know. I have a million viable excuses to not train this week.

I ran 50mi just two weeks ago.
It’s hot and humid…even before sunrise.
The kids are restless.
I have a million things to do around the house, and to get ready for the upcoming school year.
I need a job. I’m stressed. I’m tired.

But I need to run!

I took two easier weeks after the 50 miler. This was especially tough, as I had no lingering pain and zero muscle soreness. Zero. Simply amazing what the body can do if you slow down and you do the right training!
The first week I didn’t run on any consecutive days, and staggered my runs to get two 36hr breaks. I managed 30 miles on my feet, including plenty of walking.
The second week, I ran no more that 2 consecutive days without taking a rest day. I went back to my hour long runs during the week, and put in 40 miles.

But now that time is supposed to be over. My resting HR is still in the normal ranges, but this heat and humidity is zapping all of my energy. I feel terrible…like a slug…a wuss.

Tired. I feel tired.

I’m going to work on a few things starting today. I’m going to wear my HRM during all my runs this week, just to see what’s going on. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. Maybe not. I need more data. I also need to increase my hydration just a bit. I’m not super thirsty, but I know I’m going to lose a ton of water in sweat the minute I step outside. So a little preventative maintenance there.

And I hope this feeling passes.

Getting Real

If you follow my personal account on Twitter…you really should can if you’d like (there should be “follow” button on the right sidebar), you may have seen some posts today that were a little different than my norm. Yeah…once in a while I’ll post something about parenting or get on a soap box about some pet peeve, but mostly I’m talking about health, fitness, and the like. I believe in those things, and plan on that remaining my focus. But today that didn’t happen.

You see, it all started with this cold. Actually…no. It all started with the Goofy Challenge. Or training for Goofy. Heck, it started long before that.

Truth is, I’m tired. Period.

The last 6 months have brought one challenge after another into my life. I’m beat down…or up…whatever. And not just physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
It’s hard for me to keep any kind of schedule. The days all run together.
Wake up. Make coffee. Drink coffee. Breakfast. Kindergarten lessons. Lunch. Nap. Run. Knit. Write. Distract myself online. Clean. Dinner. Baths. Bed.
Sure, there’s plenty of stuff in between. Things like “worry about money” and “look for a job.” Did I mention “worry about money?”
Depressing, right? Tell me about it. Actually…don’t tell me. I already know.
This winter has been especially hard. The weather has been ridiculous. I’m pretty sure it has snowed every day since Christmas…ok…most of them anyway….except for those random 50F days thrown in just to make the whole state sick. (Thanks again Mother Nature. Put down the drugs lady!)
The cold doesn’t work for me. My fingers and toes are frozen. And that’s while I’m inside my house! I’m clumsy enough on stable ground, so running on the ice is NOT an option, and my dreadmill has gotten quite the workout…on the good days!
We’re not even going to talk about the bad days. Not today anyway.

Alright. It’s not ALL bad. The last 6 months have also brought me the most wonderful people. If you’re reading this, I’m talking about you! I done a little traveling, and had some of the most memorable days of…dare I say…my life! And the best is yet to come. I know it.

So here’s the deal: on Thursdays, I’m going to “get real.” On Twitter. On Facebook. On this blog. If you don’t want to see that, and I understand that not everyone can handle it, I suggest you avoid my feed that day. I need it. I need to be vulnerable so I can be stronger.