Thursday, March 15, 2018


This was our last run for two weeks. I'm having a procedure done tomorrow and I'm not allowed to run, lift over fifteen pounds or any other kind of repetitive movement that might pull my stitches for two weeks. I know, poor timing, but we're still seven weeks out. I'm fairly confident that I can add three miles in five weeks and still have a successful half-marathon. I'll probably build a legs, abs and glutes workout for those two weeks. I'll find a way to get it done without pulling the stitches in my back.

I set my mind to five miles. The sun was warm, but the wind was cold, and there was still a lot of it. It was tough. The best part was when another runner was coming up behind us and knowing how Henri stops sometimes, we stepped off to the side and let him go by. Henri decided that he wanted to run with him, so there was a good stretch of no stopping and Henri really pushing to keep with him. It probably only felt like pushing because I was starting to struggle after running into the wind. I did my best. We kept up with him at a pretty steady pace for about a mile, but I wasn't really having the best run. I was proud of what I did. The important part is that after I let the guy go on, we turned back into the neighborhood and finished our five miles.

I am allowed to walk during my two week rest period. I'll make sure Henri still gets some exercise. 

Friday, March 2, 2018

The Power of High Five

I wasn't sure how my body was going to feel about running ten miles today. My legs don't seem to fully recover from the strength training (which is pretty quad, hamstring and glute heavy) throughout the week, but I did have yesterday off thanks to rain and wind. We started in reverse, hoping to have a straightaway at the end rather than having to loop through the neighborhood when I'm running out of gas. Despite the looping, we started off strong. I felt pretty good. Every time I checked our pace, it was around 8:35. When I felt like I was struggling, I was at 9:35. 

Maybe we started out too strong in the beginning. I didn't feel like I was pushing too much at all, but I started to feel it a lot more in mile four. I spent most of mile five wondering when ten miles was going to feel easy or at least easy-er. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do it. We settled into a steady pace of 10:35. Endurance doesn't ever feel like my problem. I just struggle with forward motion. Luckily, I have a Henri to help with that. I admit, he was pulling me at points.

Once I got past mile six, I was feeling better. This is the opposite of every time I've run ten miles in the past. Once I could tell myself we only had 5k left, I was feeling much better. My reverse plan was working...until we were down to a mile and half. We ran out of straightaway. We had to keep turning, which always throws Henri off. We still managed to cut seconds off our time and even with slowing down, we managed to keep every mile under 11 minutes.

So, I guess the answer to my question as to when our ten mile run would get easier might be now. I mean, at least the last four miles were easier and better and that makes the run feel so much better. Now, if I can just get my route figured out...

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

I Love Technology. But Not as Much as You, You See.

This morning I read a fellow bloggers post about running a half-marathon without her Garmin. She PRed. My Garmin strap broke and I was not that lucky.

I kept my Garmin in my pocket, to at least be able to view my pace later. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. My legs were sore from yesterdays weight training, I was on my feet all day at work, I didn't drink enough water and it was 60 degrees out. So, it was a beautiful day and I got five miles in with my boy. Hooray!

In other news, iPod the Sequel is up and running...literally! It was so nice to have my music back again. Unfortunate that Sequel did not help with my pace today. He'll have to make it up to me.

My replacement strap should be here on Thursday. It's supposed to rain. Of course it is.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Sunday Runday : Ready for Another Week

It has been over a week since our last run due to rain. We were very much overdue and today is 50 degrees and sunny. Yeah, I think we'll do that.

I really wanted to run another ten this week (last week?), really work on getting comfortable in the ten, but with no running at all this week, I wasn't really feeling that. A simple four sounded good. While we still might have to contend with some people and dogs out on walks or runs of their own, we would not have to deal with the stress (for Henri, and in turn myself) of running by dogs out in their yards. Simple, easy, whatever.

First of all, I asked Henri if he wanted to go and he jumped up on me and ran upstairs with me as I changed. I knew Henri needed some exercise, but right out the door he was ready to go full speed. My body said, "Ho! No. These legs and glutes have been working hard every day throughout the week and they have not had a chance to shake out. You're going to want to slow" I don't think that Henri heard that, but he got distracted by some scents brought out by the rain and started to slow down some. By mile three, I think he was pretty spent and he collapsed with his ice cubes when we got home. I mean, it was 50 degrees. Despite the chilly wind (blowing directly at us), it was still a little warm compared to other runs lately. 

So, all in all it wasn't a bad run. It served it's purpose as far as expending some Henri energy and shaking out my legs to prepare for the next week. If the weather cooperates, we'll get ten miles in this coming weekend.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

If and When

Eight miles, maybe nine, if i felt good. That's what I said when we headed out for our run yesterday. Technically, per training, I should have been on nine, but we didn't get out last weekend, which should have been eight. I don't really know how much it matters when I got up to ten a month and a half ago. I would like them to be more comfortable miles, so I figure following the training plan is still the best way to do that.

Except we ran ten miles. And not because I felt good. Somewhere I just decided that if I was going to run eight, I should run nine. And as I thought about where I was finding nine miles running around me neighborhood, I thought, 'If this ends up being even nine and a quarter miles, I might as well find ten.'

Remember how I said I would run nine "if I felt good"? I did not feel good. I love running with Henri, but he was Mr. Professional Poop Finder. Dog, goose, probably other animals, if it was there, he found it, needed to stop and sniff it an pee on it. Apparently, people decided they didn't need to pick up after their dogs while there was the little bit of snow on the ground, which is annoying in and of itself, but to have to stop every time he caught the scent of some...again, I love running with him, but the stop and go was killing me. 

We got into a good groove by mile three. Knowing we were coming up on halfway (to eight or nine) I started to anticipate and map out the rest of the run. The idea of a figure eight helped keep Henri from thinking I had lost our way as we passed through the same place, but running through the park a second time was maybe a mistake as far as momentum goes. I knew I was going to struggle, but the decision was made. We were running nine, probably ten, because I probably could.


I mean, of course I could, right? It just might not be pretty. While Henri might make it difficult with his stop and go and poop sniffing, he helps to keep me going when I need him. Again, I love running with him.

So, we ended up running ten miles for the second time. We also shaved four minutes off our time! I mean, we weren't running into the wind for the last five miles, so that might have something to do with that. 

The last three miles were not the strongest, except in the fact that I pushed through and I ran them. Why didn't I stop at eight or nine? Because I knew I could do more.

And I was right.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Shaking Out and Slowing Down

Winter really needs to decide what it's doing. Is it cold and icy or is it 50 degrees? I am fine with the cold, but we need to be able to run safely. We have missed more days than I would like to, but it is better than either one of us being injured and missing so many more. 

We had a good run. I started a new workout yesterday and so many muscles hurt, which I'm okay with because it means they are working, but it slowed me down a little. Combine that with the remaining ice patches, it was a steady run. I had to watch where we were going so that I could remind Henri to "slow". It has been several days since we've been able to run and I'm sure slow was the last thing Henri was wanting to do. I pushed as much as I could for 5 miles. Hopefully, that will help shake out the soreness and we can get a few more runs in this week as it continues to warm.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Snow Much Fun

An evening of snowfall meant another run on snow covered sidewalks! It also means a lot of Henri the canine snow scoop. Mmmm...snow!

A 3.75 miles run in the snow counts as cross training, right? Stabilization work from the abs down, I could feel it. My ankle hurt before we ran, but it didn't bother me at all during the run. The run went well. It was the coldest run we've had since last winter, but we kinda love these temps. Okay, by kinda I mean really. Really.