Are you bored yet with this stuff? If you are, just say the word and I'll stop telling you about my training exploits!
So this past Sunday I went for a run. I usually do my long runs on Sundays and then take Mondays off. I have no idea how this came to be; I think it was a holdover from some 15k training regime that I followed at one time. Anyway, I do a longish run on Saturdays followed by pain and torture on Sundays.
This past weekend was no different. Saturday I did 7.1 miles and Sunday's plan was 12. That would be my longest run ever. However, I felt so good after 6 miles that I decided I must have a half marathon in me, so that's what I changed my plan to be. The first 15k was "nothing" - meaning I felt great and had no issues, other than spending longer at the house than I'd planned each time I got fluids. The first time, I had my drink inside because it was in the freezer, and the phone rang (twice) and I had to get logistics worked out for children to play. Not a big deal, but frustrating since I was feeling so good.
The second time I went by the house (10 miles), I was putting my shoes on. By this time it was around 10:30AM and the sidewalk was starting to heat up. I'm not saying I could have done much more without shoes (that was my longest barefoot run to date), but worn out feet plus heat means shoes. So, I put on my new VFF SeeYas. Oh, and socks (long story there, for another post). I took off for my last 3.1 miles, which is a loop. I was still feeling OK, but it was really getting hot out - the temperature was already pushing 90 degrees at this point.
Out I went, up hills, down hills...very little of our neighborhood is actually flat. It's great for training, but you never can get in a whole mile of flat running. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. At 2.2 miles, there's a longish winding hill to climb. I started realizing my left leg was dragging. When I say dragging, I mean that literally. I couldn't pick up my leg! My hip flexors had had it.
I made it up the hill and felt a little better, but the next hill I had to walk up. I decided I didn't care if I had to crawl at that point! But I managed to walk maybe a quarter mile and then picked it up again for the last half-mile or so.
So it turns out that my form is a bit off, if my hip flexors are getting beat up so badly. Lucky for me, this doesn't show up until about the 10 mile mark (or later) but unfortunately it also means that the habit will be a hard one to break. I've got to train myself to run by lifting with the hamstrings instead of swinging my leg...easier said than done of course!
So last night (Tuesday) I went out for a short 5k to do just that. I spent all my time thinking about how I was running, rather than "just running". I hate that; it seems to me that it should be fairly mindless, but nooooooo.
Anyway, all that was to say I ran a half marathon (equivalent)! And since I know you want to know my time, it was 2:23:08. I never said I was fast - but this wasn't a race anyway. I'm also pretty sure that I could not finish a marathon at this point...but I'll keep plugging away until I can.