ORN: Today I did what only the foolish or space-station-bound would ever attempt. I set out to run my full 15-mile long run on the treadmill at the YMCA. I managed to do 10.12 miles in 1:40'36" before quitting. If I ran another step, I would have lost my mind. I promised myself I would do the remaining five miles on the road later on.
I failed.
I chose, instead, to rest and eat pork mai fun and then take a bath. I'm not feeling very well, and I decided to baby myself. Ten miles is plenty. I'll do better next week.
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2009-07-06
2009-01-20
Hell will be me on a treadmill for eternity
ORN: I ran 4 miles on the YMCA's treadmill today in a whopping 45'06. I swear, it was the worst workout I have had in recent memory. I set it for random hills, and it whipped my ass. It was hot; I was gushing sweat; my lungs heaved. The last half was just jogs broken up by occasional walk breaks. All I can say good about it are the following: I stuck it out for four miles, and I did a vigorous hill workout.
Tomorrow, I plan to do intervals.
Tomorrow, I plan to do intervals.
2008-12-19
Flash! *Boom* Ahh-ahhh!!
ORN: This evening, the family went to the YMCA, and I ran 3 miles in the surrounding neighborhood in an astounding 26'54". Wow. That's a couple minutes faster that my usual "Damn, that's fast" times. Either my foot pod badly needs calibrating, or I am getting speedy. I will check the gear before I start planning my trip to the Olympic trials.
It was a cold night, but I didn't care. I needed to run. I had a rotten day and was in a foul mood. Perhaps that was what happened. I notice that when I run mad, I tend to run faster.
It was a cold night, but I didn't care. I needed to run. I had a rotten day and was in a foul mood. Perhaps that was what happened. I notice that when I run mad, I tend to run faster.
2008-11-30
The Wisdom of Children
ORN: On the YMCA's treadmill, I slept through 3.22 miles in 31'28". When I say I slept through it, you know what I mean. It was a treadmill workout. I did it. It's done.
Actually, it's all thanks to Little One that I ran at all today. Wifey is down with a stomach bug, and Little One and I were struggling to entertain ourselves. Today was turning into a lazy Sunday in front of the television until my beloved child said that she wanted to go to the YMCA. I asked her what she wanted to do at the Y. She said that she wanted to go swimming.
"How about we make a deal," I suggested. "You go to the Adventure Center for a little while while I run on the treadmill. Just a short run. Then we will go swimming together for an hour."
"OK," she sighed.
We went over the plan a couple times on the way, and much to my surprise, she let me run without fussing, and then we swam. It was a good day. Despite a strong urge to be lazy, I got my run in and met my weekly distance goal. Thanks, baby!
Actually, it's all thanks to Little One that I ran at all today. Wifey is down with a stomach bug, and Little One and I were struggling to entertain ourselves. Today was turning into a lazy Sunday in front of the television until my beloved child said that she wanted to go to the YMCA. I asked her what she wanted to do at the Y. She said that she wanted to go swimming.
"How about we make a deal," I suggested. "You go to the Adventure Center for a little while while I run on the treadmill. Just a short run. Then we will go swimming together for an hour."
"OK," she sighed.
We went over the plan a couple times on the way, and much to my surprise, she let me run without fussing, and then we swam. It was a good day. Despite a strong urge to be lazy, I got my run in and met my weekly distance goal. Thanks, baby!
2008-11-27
YMCA Turkey Trot 6 Miler
ORN: There was a distance guessing game at the end of the race, so they deliberately didn't make it a standard distance. My gear told me it was 5.78 miles, which I ran in 56'29". I was pretty proud of that time since I was on pace for a PR in the 10K, had the distance gone on another 4/10ths of a mile or so. I could have continued on and ran that extra piece, but I was anxious to get in the car and continue with my day.
I woke up wide awake more than an hour and a half before race-time. I tried sleeping a little longer, until my alarm was supposed to go off, but it was no use. I rose and dressed, packing a Gu gel and a granola bar for breakfast. I got to the YMCA nearly a full hour before the gun time, so I sat there, inside the Y, and waited. Most other people where there with family or friends. I was alone with my granola bar. Don't feel sorry for me, though -- they had coffee!
So I sipped some bad coffee and waited and waited. The place slowly began to fill up with people with Starbucks cups and better cold-weather gear than I seeking relief from the morning cold. [It was 27° outside according to the digital wall thermometer.] As I sat against a wall sipping, the crowd swelled and bulged closer. When clueless dads and uncles began to get so close to me that I was staring at wall-to-wall man-ass, I stood up and got in line for the bathroom.
After a quick tinkle, I sucked down my orange Gu gel and had a little water to wash it down. At 15 minutes before race time, the place was packed tight with runners, and the YMCA staff was yelling over bullhorns to keep the walkways clear. The noise was harshing my mellow, so I began to elbow my way outside.
Outside, it was damned cold. The day was sub-freezing and slowly growing brighter; at least it wasn't windy. I had dressed appropriately for running six miles in this weather, but I was under-dressed for standing around waiting. I hopped around and walked around and bounced, trying to keep warm until the gun went off.
Precisely on time, they started the race. Even though we all had timing chips, I noticed there was no starting mat. Everyone had the same start time. We all shuffled forward several steps, and then we were off.
The course was surprisingly flat throughout. The first mile, I was struggling to get warmed up. We ran through the neighborhoods surrounding the YMCA, and the home owners, warm and cozy in their bed clothes and steaming coffee cups, waved at us through their picture windows. Some kids wearing coats over their pajamas waved from front porches. I waved back because, in spite of the coldness, I felt great.
The course wended through neighborhoods and got boring fast. The twists and turns up and down suburban streets did little to keep things interesting. I regretted not having my iPod. But the volunteers were great. They stood at the many turning points and cheered us on. They cheerfully handed us water, despite the bitter cold. We all thanked them when we saw them.
By the fourth or fifth mile I had that moment when I felt like I could run all day. I guess the Gu kicked in or something. So with the race drawing to a close, I began to pick up the pace. I was huffing and puffing hard. Still, my legs had something left in them, and I wished, as I said before, that there was a little more distance to run. Alas, they cut the race short this year.
I didn't stay for any festivities. I didn't even get any water or a banana afterward. I jumped in my car and raced home because we were on a tight schedule for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get our Thanksgiving over with and get on the road for our mini-vacation in Indianapolis. I'd spend most of the balance of Thanksgiving day in the car with my two most important people -- Wifey and Little One. It was a good day.
I woke up wide awake more than an hour and a half before race-time. I tried sleeping a little longer, until my alarm was supposed to go off, but it was no use. I rose and dressed, packing a Gu gel and a granola bar for breakfast. I got to the YMCA nearly a full hour before the gun time, so I sat there, inside the Y, and waited. Most other people where there with family or friends. I was alone with my granola bar. Don't feel sorry for me, though -- they had coffee!
So I sipped some bad coffee and waited and waited. The place slowly began to fill up with people with Starbucks cups and better cold-weather gear than I seeking relief from the morning cold. [It was 27° outside according to the digital wall thermometer.] As I sat against a wall sipping, the crowd swelled and bulged closer. When clueless dads and uncles began to get so close to me that I was staring at wall-to-wall man-ass, I stood up and got in line for the bathroom.
After a quick tinkle, I sucked down my orange Gu gel and had a little water to wash it down. At 15 minutes before race time, the place was packed tight with runners, and the YMCA staff was yelling over bullhorns to keep the walkways clear. The noise was harshing my mellow, so I began to elbow my way outside.
Outside, it was damned cold. The day was sub-freezing and slowly growing brighter; at least it wasn't windy. I had dressed appropriately for running six miles in this weather, but I was under-dressed for standing around waiting. I hopped around and walked around and bounced, trying to keep warm until the gun went off.
Precisely on time, they started the race. Even though we all had timing chips, I noticed there was no starting mat. Everyone had the same start time. We all shuffled forward several steps, and then we were off.
The course was surprisingly flat throughout. The first mile, I was struggling to get warmed up. We ran through the neighborhoods surrounding the YMCA, and the home owners, warm and cozy in their bed clothes and steaming coffee cups, waved at us through their picture windows. Some kids wearing coats over their pajamas waved from front porches. I waved back because, in spite of the coldness, I felt great.
The course wended through neighborhoods and got boring fast. The twists and turns up and down suburban streets did little to keep things interesting. I regretted not having my iPod. But the volunteers were great. They stood at the many turning points and cheered us on. They cheerfully handed us water, despite the bitter cold. We all thanked them when we saw them.
By the fourth or fifth mile I had that moment when I felt like I could run all day. I guess the Gu kicked in or something. So with the race drawing to a close, I began to pick up the pace. I was huffing and puffing hard. Still, my legs had something left in them, and I wished, as I said before, that there was a little more distance to run. Alas, they cut the race short this year.
I didn't stay for any festivities. I didn't even get any water or a banana afterward. I jumped in my car and raced home because we were on a tight schedule for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get our Thanksgiving over with and get on the road for our mini-vacation in Indianapolis. I'd spend most of the balance of Thanksgiving day in the car with my two most important people -- Wifey and Little One. It was a good day.
2008-09-27
Struggling
ORN: 3.0 miles in 30'15". I did a speed workout on the treadmills at the YMCA. I feel like I was cheating because I didn't do an incline. Still, I did 4x200 repeats and then a couple 400 repeats. I was certainly getting a good workout. Afterward, I ran into a long lost friend, which is always a bonus. The running-related good thing about it is that I actually ran at all. Having not run in the morning, I figured I was hosed for the day, but then Wifey decided she needed to go do weights. So we loaded up Little One and our bags, and we all went to the YMCA together and did our thing. Everybody ended up having fun, and, miracle of miracles, I got my run in.
This week, I plan to add some pilates into the mix, hoping to burn some calories for a change. But I gotta tell you. My running plan is totally whacked. My motivation is gone. How will I dig myself out of this?
This week, I plan to add some pilates into the mix, hoping to burn some calories for a change. But I gotta tell you. My running plan is totally whacked. My motivation is gone. How will I dig myself out of this?
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