I finally have a training schedule thanks to Nic’s dad who is also running with us. Though, I need to tweak it a little to fit my own schedule a bit better. The whole concept of a training schedule is to pick up miles every week, have one or two long runs in a week and the other days are shorter ones. The shorter ones are meant to not burn you out but keep your endurance and momentum going. There is one rest day and one cross fit day, meaning you do a different exercise besides jogging.
I missed my eight mile run yesterday. I had homework to do before I went to work and I don’t like excuses, but that’s all I got right now.
With the changing of the season, the sky grows dark much earlier. Yesterday I worked from 2-8 p.m. and by the time I got home the sun was gone. Running at night is not my first choice so I just went to the rock climbing gym.
I have found myself in a predicament.
I haven’t been pushing myself to do better. I haven’t been pushing the miles like I should. Nic said the first week of training his knees hurt, then it was his calves, and for the past week his ankles have been the problem. I don’t feel pain like. If I do I am unaware of it because I push through it. But, after he said that to me it got me thinking how I haven’t been sore.
When I was trianing for the half marathon last year I was running everyday and I was running hard. I wan’t logging miles every week. I was barely tracking it when I went out for the day. I just ran and ran and ran. When I was hurting to stop I would just keep running. Take a sip of water, but never stop to walk.
But, the passed few weeks I haven’t had that. That feeling of being sore after a long, hard run. I love that feeling because I know I challenged myself and sweated my little booty off.
I run almost everyday. But I should be running everyday (except maybe one). And I need to be keeping my miles up. I have been waking up early before work or school which has helped keep my miles up for the week. It needs to be more. I know we are always hardest on our self.
This morning I woke up and started hydrating right away (I actually started drinking a lot of water last night before sleep). I toasted sprouted Ezekiel bread with flax (for the protein) and spread almond butter on it. I whipped up a carrot, celery, kale, and pear juice with my amazing home juicer. And I was off.
I started at the bottom of a hill and got off to a fast start. Usually I start off slow, but I figured since I have been noticing myself slacking off with my runs I needed a strong start. Through out the six mile run I would go from running at my normal pace, which is kind of slow at about a ten-minute pace per mile, and then I would sprint. Run as fast as I could for as long as my lungs could handle and then go back to running my normal pace. I kept this going throughout the entire six miles.
After I was done I finally got that feeling. I really can’t describe it quite effectively…except it is me being limitless and boundless. On the road and in life.
I recommend investing in a pedometer. I need to get one so I can be consistent with these sprints during my run. I want to keep track of my time, pace, and miles.