January 27, 2013
Its Sunday, and what that means to me and most runners, is the long run! Its not only necessary, it is kind of a tradition. Sunday is probably not even the best day to do the long run, but at least for triathletes, it just ends up being the only day that many working people can run. Saturday you go on your long bike ride and Sunday, you go on the long run. Simple as that.
In 2009, I signed up for the NYC ING Marathon. I was still training for triathlons, but I figured I could easily do both. Why not? I had waited 4 years to get into the marathon. I would enter the lottery every year, but I never got in. After missing the lottery three years in a row, you are guaranteed to get in on your fourth year, and that is what happened to me. I could have joined the NYRR (New York Road Runners) club and raced in 9 races during the year, and then I would also be guaranteed entry, but living in CT, it was a bit of hassle to get down to NYC and race. So I took the lazy way and registered over and over again until I got in.
I downloaded the training guide from the
NYRR site and I picked the intermediate or moderate training plan. I figured since I already was running about 20 miles a week (I ran a lot back then) I could handle it. You can see the plan
here, although mine may have differed slightly a few years ago...but for the most part, this is it.
As you can see, the long run is always on Sunday although at the peak you are running 6 days a week for a total of 49 miles! I was pretty loyal to the program and I followed it exactly. With the exception of a week or two, I did exactly what I was supposed to do according to the plan...at least as far as miles were concerned. I didn't do any speedwork or tempo runs, although my route was pretty hilly, so I did a lot of hills. Florida is so different in that there are NOOOOO hills anywhere. If I ran on a hilly course now, I would end up in the fetal position at the base of first hill I found. Hill running is something you need to train to do!
This was actually the third time I had trained for a marathon. The first two times were when I lived in Hawaii and I entered the Honolulu Marathon. The first time, I didn't get very far. I can't remember the injury, but it happened early in the training so I never got back into it. The second time, I had run in the 10, 15, 20, 25 & 20 Kilometer training races. I was in the final race, a half marathon, when it happened. I remember a few days earlier when I was running, I felt a slight tug on the back of my leg. It was my hamstring. I had been training hard and running some insane hills and I guess I had just overdone it. I stopped running that day, but I was determined to run this half.
The day of the race, I felt fine. I was cruising at about a 7:15 - 7:30 minute per mile pace and I was past the midway point of the race. I felt great and I wasn't tired at all. I knew I could keep this pace the rest of the race and maybe even pick it up. This was back in 2004, so I was only 31 at the time. That is a peak time for an endurance athlete!
So I was feeling great and then that little tug started again and it started to pull harder when finally it felt like something just snapped. That was it. I pulled my hamstring and pulled up lame. I could only limp. I was devastated. I was kind of in the middle of nowhere, and it was 4 miles back in the direction I had come to get to the finish line. So, I walked. Kind of a stupid thing to do, but I was so down and I couldn't just sit there and wait. It took me three months of rest and physical therapy to start running again.
So now that I was training for NY, I was worried I would push myself to hard, so I did most of my runs at an easy pace. My goal for the race was 4:00, so that is a 9:10 minute mile, so I didn't have to push in the training. The only real hiccup in my training came the week I was supposed to race in the Timberman 1/2 Ironman in New Hampshire. I new I should probably taper my running a week or better yet two weeks before the race, but I didn't want to mess up my marathon schedule. So the Sunday before the race, I ran 16 miles.
Oops...
The race was going great...after the swim and bike, I was over 9 minutes faster than the last time I had done the race. I was going to break 6 hours! Then, after one mile...ONE...I was done! Now, I finished the race, but it was torture. The run at the end of a 1/2 Ironman is a 1/2 Marathon. So after that one mile, I still had 12.1 miles to go! My legs felt at mile one like they would after the entire race. I should have tapered.
So, I walk/jogged the rest of the run and it took me 2:45 to finish the run. Luckily, on the second lap, I ran into a friend, Muriel, who ran with me for the last 6.5 miles, so at least I had company. If you ever do this race, the best part is at the turnaround. The spectators who live there (the race takes place on Lake Winnipesaukee...say that three times fast...) hand out water, and food and the best thing ever: fresh cut oranges. When you are in pain, sweating, tired and you have just been drinking energy drinks and gels, it tastes like heaven!
Where was I...oh...Marathon training. So, I got through that race and I still had one 18 mile training run and two 20 mile training runs. The 2nd 20 mile I did entirely in the pouring rain! That's dedication. Although, the worst run I did the entire training was 14 miles on a treadmill. BORING!!!
The day of the Marathon arrived, and Nardy (a friend and coworker) and I got to the train station in Stamford, CT, and the train pulled up. We waited for the doors to open up....and then the train pulled away...without us in it! What the hell!
Luckily, there was a guy there whose car was in the parking lot and we all got in and drove like maniacs down to the city. We got to the buses at the last minute and got on one of the last buses. It was almost a complete nightmare. As it was, the stress was not the best way to get ready for the hardest race of my life. But, we got to the starting line, shed our warm clothes (the temp was hovering just above freezing) and the race began!
I had a good race up until mile 22 and then I hit the proverbial wall (more like a literal wall!) I was on empty, but I have 4.2 miles to go. I walked and jogged the rest of the way (mostly walked) and I crossed the finish line with a huge smile on my face! It was an experience I will never forget and one which I want to repeat again. My time was 4:21:52. I missed my goal, but I had done my best. Next time...
Today, I ran for 35 minutes and Honey and I ran for 15. Here are our numbers:
Time: 35:00
Distance: 3.52 miles
Pace: 9:58/m
Max Pace: 6:17/m
Calories: 455
Avg HR: 141
Max HR: 155
Time: 15:00
Distance: 1.22 miles
Pace: 12:21/m
Max Pace: 10:11/m
Calories: 136
Avg HR: 113
Max HR: 122
It is time that Honey starts running longer on Sunday, and I have targeted next week for her to start increasing her time. We'll see how things go. I'm sure she is thrilled!!
Run for life!