Everything You Didn't Want to Know About My Runs

Last weekend was a doozie.  I've been extra tired and extra hungry.  I slept in yesterday and didn't run.  I did my five mile recovery run today instead.  I'm a full minute per mile slower than I was before I gave blood.  I ran as hard as I could this morning and could only manage just under 10:00 per mile.  Is it too late to call the Red Cross and ask for my blood back?  I'll re-donate it after the marathon.

Blood Doping: You're Doing it Wrong

Six more miles in a running funk.  I hate this.  10:15 pace.  It hurts, I feel sick, and I don't want to run any more.   The whole time I'm asking my legs for more and they reply like Scotty, "We're givin' it all we got, Captain!  We can't take this much longer!"

I almost got hit by a car again.  I was running (well, more speed-walking) on the left-hand side of the road and approaching a T intersection where the body of the T was intersecting the road I was on.  A car came up to the intersection with the intention of turning right onto the street I was on.  The driver was only looking to her left, and finding a small window of opportunity, started gunning it just as I was running in front of her car.  Luckily she saw me and was able to stop.  I usually run behind the car in that situation and had done so earlier on the same road.  I was thinking about work at the time and got lazy, I guess.

Decided just to take it easy and just accept that I'm going to be slow for a while.  I jogged 5 miles today.  It was supposed to be an easy run so I kept it slow until the last mile.  Then I decided to do hill sprints so I did 4 x 10 sec at the end.

12 miles at an easy pace most of the way and then fast at the end.  I am starting to feel a little stronger.  I was able to run a little bit harder than I have been.  I was able to run all the way up 'Handcart Hill.' I went up it last Friday and Saturday and had to stop and walk part of it each time.  If I didn't make it today, I was worried it was going to start being a mental thing.  I felt encouraged by my progress and hope that I'll be back in shape in four weeks.

I ran with Stacie.  I left her on the steep downhill section on Wasatch and onto the trail, but stopped and waited for her to catch up before getting to Durban Road.  I then left her again and was trying to run with a full stride.  It felt good to be able to do that.  I got lazy and then started hearing her coming up from behind.  That helped push me back into good form.  Then I took a turn and didn't hear her anymore.  Then I saw her pop out a bit in front of me.  She had taken a shortcut!  Then it was on.

I wasn't quite able to catch her before her Garmin beeped 12 miles, but I was close.  (My GPS has a different idea of what a mile is than hers does so I always end up running a bit farther.)  My last mile ended up being 8:22, which, after last week, was phenomenal.

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