After Fila Relays last year, my takeaway was “No More Races”. After 3M it was “races can be fun!” After Bagelfest it was “Bagels for Everyone!” And now, after Cap10K, I think the motto will be “no whining.” Just run, baby. You get what you get and don’t throw a fit.
Speaking of just running, check this video out. It’s about 5 1/2 miles into the race, and boy was I hurting:
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Hahahahahahahahaha …. ye gads, is that really how I run? Yack. It looks like I’m really plodding along, certainly not at 6:30 pace. And I can certainly see why Gilbert is always saying things like “stabilize your trunk”, “I’m worried about your back”, “your core is weak”. Yowza, just watching that hurts.
Something else that hurts is my foot. Last week I dropped a can of frozed concentrated orange juice on it. Who’da thunk a 12oz can could hurt so bad and last for a week. And boy did the race do a number on my knee. Hey wait, “no whining” …. sorry.
700s today at Zilker. New to me. Managed nine, all pretty uniform without looking at my watch.
2.30, 2.28, 2.28, 2.30, 2.31, 2.28, 2.29, 2.23, 2.22. Ninety seconds jog across the soccer field. Ran by feel. Felt good. Just run, baby.
One rather ironic thing I don’t like about races is that they disrupt my running. I’m not at the level yet where I can just train through races or run long on Saturday and still race on Sunday. I feel like I need to take it easy the few days leading up to the race, usually even take a day off. Which means last week I only managed about 33 miles, and I didn’t like holding back even that little bit.
Last Tuesday was Meriden and I felt good. Actually, it was my fastest Meriden session, both average and absolute. 4.04, 3.53, 4.03, 3.56, 3.48. My usual average is around 4.10, so this was a fairly big jump. Thursday was 7-mile fartlek and it was an uneventful 51 minutes.
What’s next? Just run, baby.