YUUUUR it’s another update on one mans journey to read 52 fantasy books in 52 weeks, creating 52 . . . wait that’s the wrong tagline. This series is the running one. Right. Well it’s proverbial Monday and I forgot to do this last weekend so lets get straight into it.
Some weird ass workouts both last week and this week, really messing around with my pace and stuff. I did a fartlek workout last week that I honestly just made up, based on a few different workouts I saw. I don’t know why I found it necessary to convert meters into miles, but this is America or something.
That’s a fartlek. Do with it what you will. Last week ended with a time trial, which actually went really well. Ran it in 1:41:47 which is just 40ish seconds slower then my PR. Either that means my watch is off, or I really am improving. I took it as a positive, considering I knew it was a time trial but I really wasn’t killing myself for it.
This week we have some odd ones as well, today I ran an odd fartlek, which involved running a hard 1:15 every 6 minutes. I found that to be one of the weirdest, most fun ones. The rest of the week is an 8-miler with a pace increase in the second half, a standard interval workout, than a 20-miler. Tough second half of this week. Lets get it!
Welcome to another edition of Marathon Monday’s which pretty much never happen on Monday’s and more just happen whenever I feel like writing these. When I was just blogging, and if we are being honest, killing time at work, these were much easier to crank out on amore consistent basis. Now that the world has ended, there are much better distractions.
But as the subtitle says, I’m always consistent on the running front. Here are the last week and a half of stats to prove it. Also people made way to big a deal about Garmin getting Tom Hank’sed in that captain movie, my runs synched just fine despite the app telling me they couldn’t. Keep pushing on thats what I always say sometimes because that is a problematic philosophy.
Last week and a half has almost gotten into the meat of the workout plan. There has been some shit, last Wednesday I had to run the ol’ weekday niner, that autocorrected to diner which is where I want to be right now. The workouts haven’t been miserable, today I had that odd 6-minute interval workout I had done in Week 3 or whatever. That run sucks man, its like a tempo except you know it isn’t one. Never know how much effort to give on it. The long run last week was a 17-miler with 5 miles at marathon pace. I reallllllly find those to be absolutely brutal, like running 7 more miles after I just ran 5 at a fast pace is torture. But since this is skewing crazy negative I admit that those are probably doing a lot of good for my running abilities.
Coming up, I guess this really depends on when I next write one of these but let’s assume I write one sometime next week, I have my first 20-miler of the year. WEEEEEE. And really that is about it. I guess this blog will be picture heavy. O yea it’s been fucking hot out. This blog took 8 minutes to write, which as an interval would make way more sense. But also putting in the pictures to the blog, I am realizing that I was supposed to run 7 miles, not 6 so I guess I am going back out there at some point. I don’t think that has ever happened to me. What a mess.
The subtitle says it all, I forgot to blog about Week 3. That is all I have to say about it at this time. Let’s get right into it: the Bank of America Chicago Marathon is cancellllllled. They did offer a generous package of options, including a refund or guaranteed entry into 2021, 2022, 2023, so Chicago I will have my day in 2021. For the record, this is the same thing that the TCS New York City Marathon offered. So for now I’m registered for the Rockaway Half & Whole Marathon, which is put on by Rockapulco Runs, the same company that put on the half-marathon I ran in March when a different NYRR race got axed.
When I post these screenshots sometimes I almost post sales data from random philosophy books. That has nothing to do with running but if I don’t add something random than am I really even having fun? A question that has no answer.
Last week had plenty of challenges. The main one being those 3 minute intervals. Jesus those are no fucking joke. I’m not used to running intervals that are longer then like a minute and a half or a quarter mile, so that odd amount of time was brutal. For all 5 rounds of it, I checked my watch at like exactly the 2:15 mark, praying I had 20 seconds left. Either way it got done. The long run was a lovely 13 miles, this is the last long run that I consider to be in the manageable territory. Anything over a half-marathon I have to seriously mentally and physically gear up for. And since it is the summer, I also need to do a fair amount of schedule shifting. In terms of extra curriculars, I did the lightest, easiest upper body lift on Friday, and rode my bike on Thursday and Sunday.
This week has it’s own beasts to conquer. In all fairness I already did one of the workouts, which was a 6-miler with a 3 mile tempo in the middle. That shit sucked but the weather wasn’t bad. The other workout is a ridiculous 6 minute interval workout, with 2 minute cool downs. I mean broooo 6 minutes?!? It’s only 3 times so I guess I will live. The long run though has it’s own workout. Its a 15-miler, with 5 miles at marathon pace. Since I am shooting for a 3:45, I think that means marathon pace is an 8:30. I really think that is going to be fucking tough man, but how else does someone get used to running at their marathon pace besides you know, running at that pace. I am not looking forward to this. The grind continues. Stay safe.
HELLLLLLO I know everyone was waiting with bated breath for how I was going to handle the cancellation of the United Airlines NYC Half Marathon and I am here to tell you I handled it real well. When I found out Tuesday that the race was no longer happening, I quickly scrambled to find another race. Lo and behold there was another race! RockapulcoRun happened to be putting on a St. Pattys day half that saturday, and it was still going to happen so I quickly signed up. Crises averted.
When the race coordinator was explaining the course to the runners, someone shouted out something like “Thanks for hosting the last race of America.” I would love to take credit for that as I take pride in my big crowd shoutout jokes, but in good faith I can not.
There were certainly some last minute concerns with this. First, it was Saturday instead of Sunday, meaning I had to cut out the final two mile run out. Prob not an important run anyway. Second, it was about an hour drive from me. Despite some closures I got there relatively easily. There were a lot of people there that had done what I did, so it’s good that RockapulcoRun was still putting on the event, I think there were maybe 200 people there?
As for the race itself, no real fancy packet pickup, simply a stand at the race start where they were safely handing out the race stuff.
As for the gear, let me tell you I was taken for a loop on this one. I have gotten a bunch of different swag, mostly shitty t-shirts (this race included), but never ever have I received a loaf of Irish soda bread. Let me tell you it was fantastic. There also was a medal and a solid looking bib, take a look for yourself.
Okay it is race talk time. Funny enough, this course was the first half marathon course I had ever run. I think in 2017 I did a different RockapulcaRun half marathon, so I already knew what I was in for. Two loops of 6.5ish miles, all flat course and a view of a very grey boardwalk. In terms of sights to see, not my favorite course though running along a boardwalk isn’t to bad. A little windy.
I had a goal for this race, well not exactly this one but whatever. I wanted to run it in 1:45:00 and had followed the Hal Higdon Intermediate something training plan to try and hit that goal. Let me tell you, based on my time, I destroyed that goal. It was fuckkkkking painful though, for real I almost debated dropping out at the half way mark as I was exhausted and felt I had nothing left. The only reason I kept running was I realized that I had smoked the first half of the race and even if I had a poor second half I would crush my previous PR of 1:49:10.
This feeling of death happened for a few reasons. I came out the gate wayyyy to hot and this almost cost me the race. A 7 minute mile was not the way I was supposed to start this race. I tried to maintain a 7:30 pace and for a while I was doing alright, but I started to fluctuate around 5th mile and kept a 7:40 to 8:00 pace. I took a gel at like mile 5, and every couple miles I had a little more of it. I also took water at mile 7 and mile 10. This pace truly pushed me to the limit, I had been training intensely to be able to run faster miles, but I think that maintaining that speed for a full 13 miles was something that I am going to need to work on. I am not going to say I felt undertrained, because obviously I did a great job on beating my goal, but I think that my race strategy is really shit and it is costing me precious minutes. I make it much more difficult on my self because of my inability to set a good pace from the beginning. Whatever, I am fucking jacked up that I was able to beat my goal by that much. I already can’t wait to get started on another one.