I would feel bad NOT mentioning Boston today, the one year anniversary of the attack on such a cherished race. The media is really doing a great job covering the “one year later” so I won’t go into any of that. I’ve written about my experience and memories here and here so if you feel inclined you can re-visit those posts.
Now on with week fourteen. Last week was one of those weeks when nearly EVERY run felt great! I had energy, my legs felt great, and my mood matched! Tuesday was an easy 6 miles at a relaxed pace. Wednesday was hill sprint/repeat day and I did those later in the day around my neighborhood with Cooper. The little guy did fantastic, but started to lose his pep after 2.5 miles, so I dropped him off at home to recuperate while I did the other 2.5. Thursday was another easy day on the treadmill followed by a day of rest on Friday.
Saturday the forecast was beautiful and it didn’t disappoint. It was shorts and a tee shirt for my 5 mile pace run. I didn’t have 15 layers on and it only took me a few minutes to get dressed. Typically I’m layering and layering, tucking and covering. It takes me longer to get dressed some days in the winter than to run a mile. No joke. Saturday was supposed to be a pace run, but I was feeling so good, that I effortlessly (well, almost effortlessly) ran 5 miles at an 8:25, nearly 30 seconds under marathon pace. Good times. Pictures from last week:
This is where the week kind of took a turn. Now on to the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad run. My last 20 miler before I taper. I was so excited to get out and run this because I was feeling so great all week. I expecting to kill it. Instead, it nearly killed me. Ha, not quite, but it wasn’t what I was hoping for. I knew the temperatures were going to be warm…I mean WARM. A drastic shift from my previous long runs. I SHOULD HAVE started early, but I had something very important going on Saturday night (High School Musical) which kept me out and up late. I decided a good night sleep was just as important and didn’t start running until 10:00am. By 11:30, it was up near 80 degrees. Yikes. Remember the 20 degree rule? Yeah, it felt like 100 degrees after 10 miles.
I was trying to hit negative splits again and managed it for the first 15 miles (9:26, 9:26, 9:25) and then I started to overheat. My water I was carrying was getting warm fast, I was stopping at the water pumps in North Park to dump and refill with cold water. (thank god they were on) and found myself walking here and there through miles 17 and 18. At mile 19 I felt like I was going to be sick and when I was finished I was sick to my stomach for about 20 minutes. It was the heat, no doubt. One one hand, it was a horrible run, on the other hand, it reminded me that I need to prepare for a warm marathon and come up with a game plan to stay cool. Coach K and I discussed it at length today and I feel like I have somewhat of a plan.
I got the miles in, and at the end of the day, my overall pace was a 9:28. Pretty much where I want to be even though the ending stunk. A few weeks ago, I crushed my 20 miler and that’s the one I’ll focus on.
- Monday: Rest
- Tuesday: 5 miles (9:12 – 9:27)
- Wednesday: 5 miles (9:12 – 9:27)
- Thursday: 5 mile tempo (mid miles at 8:15)
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: 4 miles at marathon pace (8:47-8:57)
- Sunday: 12 miles (9:27 – 9:57)
Thursday I’m finally posting the Pittsburgh Marathon course mile by mile with elevation. Stay Tuned!