I quote it here because it's how I have been feeling about my training, with only 4 official weeks gone and 14 left to go before Boston, I am alternating too much between euphoria and disappointment about my workouts. My last big workout was a 15 miler on Saturday in 2:35, which left me very happy. It's probably just as well that I didn't blog after one of my less satisfactory runs. However, I am reminding myself that I need to look at the big picture of progress and not put too much stock on any one workout; one reason being that I don't need to be making those around me ride the roller coaster with me, and another that a positive attitude leads to positive results. I actually am rewriting this after blogspot ate the first draft, and in the writing and reviewing I became much more optimistic about how things are going. I don't think John Lennon was a genius or crazy, but pretty darn good, and overall, my training has not been the running equivalent of either genius or crazy, but overall, I am pretty darn happy (today) with where my training is at.
Today's completely random and unrelated to running thought. I am now 10 years older than John Lennon was when he died. Somehow it makes his murder even more wrong.
Back to running, and back to the last time I posted, I will summarize my life and my training, and I can't believe its been since December 18th when I last posted.
On December 19th, not yet officially winter, there was a big snowfall. I did my first ever foreclosure sale on Saturday, and between the weather and the economy, and the fact that the bank had let people know their faxed in bid was pretty high, not a single person showed up. It was fairly depressing to be in the empty house the Saturday before Christmas, wondering where the family now was. When I got home I did a 13 miler on the treadmill at home, and I don't remember a thing about it, except that I was grateful to have a home and to be running in it.
Monday December 22nd would be a euphoric treadmill workout. I did a "ladder" speed workout where, in between a 10 minute warmup and cool down jog, I ran 400 meters, then 600, 800 1200, then back down the ladder for 800, 600, and 400, with a 400 meter rest in between each set, at paces between 7:15 for the 400 and 7:30 for the 1200. When I run these on the treadmill, as opposed to the track, I measure the meters by time, so for 400 meters I run for 2 minutes, 600 for 3, 800 for 4 minutes etc, so I was probably exceeding the distances at the paces I was going. While I had no elevation on the treadmill, so I would be going at a slower pace if I were outside with wind resistance, I was thrilled that I did everything called for in the workout plan.
The next day during a nice visit with friends I had a talk with Jack Fultz, the Dana-Farber coach and the Boston Marathon winner in 1976. When I mentioned my training and my goals, he did mention that if one has trained well, it is possible to set a personal record despite the hills, since the course is a net downhill run.
On Christmas day I ran 13 miles in an unimpressive 2:22. I ran by myself as I got stood up by a priest, on Christmas. Actually, I was honored that Father Tom would want to run with me badly enough that he would ignore the likelihood that he might just be a bit too tired to run after midnight mass and early morning mass. We had intended to run together for a couple of years, at least since I had helped coach him for his first marathon but it had never happened. I am Jewish, and my wife is Catholic, so we are into interfaith understanding and celebrating diversity, and I did like the idea of running with a priest on Christmas, but instead waited two more days to run 6 miles in about an hour with Father Tom and my friend Tim, on Mason's Island, adjacent to Ender's Island where Father Tom lives and works. I have attached a couple of blurry pictures, the first I took with the new light camera, of that run.
Monday, Dec. 29th, was another treadmill speed workout, scheduled to be 6x 800 meters at 7:25 pace. This is where my lack of diligence in posting shows up, as I don't really remember what I did, I think I did 4 or them. I confess this so I will make more of an effort in posting more regularly.
Below is a picture of how I spent New Year's Day, in 2004. It was far too cold and windy to consider that this year, and in addition we had snow on New Year's Eve. So instead I headed to the gym to run 13 miles on the treadmill. My receptionist/legal secretary Nikki is running her first half marathon in Phoenix on January 18th, the same race as Kristina is doing the full marathon in, and I have been having fun giving her advice and talking running. Nikki ran on the treadmill next to mine, which made it more bearable, especially because someone had cranked the heat up way to high in our gym. I even went outside in my shorts to cool off after 6 miles. So I was very pleased to run my 13 at mostly 9:30 pace, for a mile with the proper elevation of 1%, and a couple of the miles at 10 minute pace. I was amazed that despite the miserable cold, Tim and 200 other runners still did the New Year's Day race and went in the water. It leaves from Boston marathon winner John Kelley's house in Mystic, and goes 5 miles to Groton Long Point and the beach, and then some hardcores run back to Johnny's house. The editor of Runner's World, Amby Burfoot, always shows up to run despite having run in Central Park at midnight on the night before.
Saturday, January 3, (finally my blog is in the right month and year), I did the first slug run in New London. Slug runs are another indication of how wonderful our region is for running. They were started by some of our elites training for Boston, I think about 20 years ago. It is so hard to train in the winter, they started to do their long runs together, and it has evolved into quite a large group, there are hundreds on the email list, and as you can see from the traditional before the run photo below, turnout is usually over 40 people. At one of the first runs in the beginning, if not the first one, someone fell and injured themselves, making their shirt a bloody, dirty mess, yet the person kept running. The shirt has never been washed and every year is presented to the person who, during that year's slug runs, does the dumbest thing as voted by his or her peers.
I am up front in the olive. Nikki is in here and so is Helen, my friend and one of my blog followers.
Wed. Jan 7, I was supposed to do 7 miles at 8:45 pace, and was happy that I did 5 of them.