First off, I did a run this morning where I kept my heart rate at-or-under 140 the whole time. Boy, what a different run that was. For one thing, it was nearly impossible to keep my rate low at the start. I had to do this weird pace that felt like my running shoes were tied together at the laces. But then, near the middle, I felt like I had enough energy not to have to walk every four minutes, and I felt like I could run at that pace forever. By the very end, my stride was getting longer and longer, and I had to keep looking at my HRM to see the 140 still there. Felt like more.
Have you done this kind of training? What did you find? Any other thoughts or ideas?
I ran the JPMorganChase Corporate Challenge here in Boston tonight. It was 3.5 miles, with 12,000 or more runners I think I heard someone say. It was a MOB. My company had a dozen or so people running in the event. Man, what a time.
For one, this was a first race in front of several colleagues. Most of them were somewhat skeptical, but still generally supportive. For two, I had a little problem on the way down. We got stuck in really bad traffic, and I ended up having to use my Nalgene bottle in the reverse, right in the middle of a Suburban, with six people, with a female coworker I barely knew not four feet from me while I did my deed. Oh dear. But though I was embarrassed, I generally had a feeling of, “Yeah whatever. It was this or piss my pants.”
Looks like I’m going to run the Corporate Challenge tomorrow night in Boston. I wasn’t planning on it, but it’s a distance I’m already doing, and I think it’ll be fun. I think there are 20 people I work with doing it, nearly none of which actually run typically.
I did 3.25 miles in the rain. I’m really enjoying running in the rain, or at least that’s how I’m coaching myself, because now fully 1/3 of all running I’ve done in 2004 has taken place in the rain. But I took a different route than normal, saw lots of different things, and had a MAJOR hill workout due to the course I took.
Heart rate was higher, but I had on my ineffective jacket (rain RESISTANT not PROOF–bastid!), which does a lot to pump up my overheating and thus, my heart.
This morning will be a Run 4, Walk 1 set for 30 minutes. I might do a little longer, depending on how I feel. Tell you more in a bit. Man, Kat’s “sing along birth” mix was fun to listen to while getting ready to run. No wonder all the hospital staff that came to our room while she was still in labor would smile and tap along when they were there. : )
Movement Prep (Stretches)
Prehab- Shoulder, Hips, Core (deeper stretches, some with ball, and ab planks and stuff).
Elasticity (Plyometrics, like hopping and moving really fast)
Regeneration- Foam (Physical therapy-like work with a foam roll; it feels nice).
I had breakfast with Kat and the kid at our local place. I had most of the kid’s chocolate chip pancake, my two eggs over medium, and both slices of toast. What the hey, right? Oh, and I drank green tea.
The weather was perfect. 64 degrees and sunny with a strong breeze. There were hundreds of people at this race, which was a better turnout than I’d expected, but visually less amazing than the 108th Boston, which was my first ever race to view.
I’ll write lots more about this later today, but I did it. I finished. I did it in 35-something minutes, so not fleet like Mercury, but finished like Chris. Thanks to D.J. for running with me, but it’s also you that got my heart rate up to 160-something because we chatted the whole time. : )
A year ago around this time, I weighed 290 pounds. I wasn’t a couch zombie, but I wasn’t doing anything that resembled regular exercise. There were lots of unhealthy things going on in my life. I’m looking at a picture from this time frame, and though I’ve always carried my weight well, there’s no disputing that in that picture, I’m a fat, soft person.
This morning, it’s 5:17AM. I slept in. My normal time to wake up is 4:45 now. I slept in because I have a race today. A race? What happened?
My daughter woke screaming at 9:25PM. Bad belly. She snagged an ear of corn on the cob at a friend’s birthday, and I think it gave her a cruddy belly. So, I tried consoling her, gave her belly soothing meds, and it was really all for naught. She just wanted her mommy, who was still at the party for a short while longer. Now, mommy’s home, so I can go off to sleep.
Only, I’m jazzed about the 5K tomorrow. Good news is, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. : )