Oh, it's been so long! But since I've changed up my workout routine so thoroughly, I thought a roundup might be in order. Here we go!
Monday, February 1:
Day 1 weights
40 minutes on the elliptical trainer in zone 1 (approx. 120 bpm)
I'm going to list the weight routine in a separate post, so that's all I have to say about this for now.
Tuesday, February 2:
Day 2 weights
3-mile run (easy) plus 20 minutes on the elliptical in zone 1
And by "easy," I don't mean, "I'm such a running star that 3 miles is easy as pie." What I mean is that I ran 3 miles at an easy pace -- i.e., not pushing myself so hard that I keep wondering when I can finally frickin' stop.
Wednesday, February 3:
Day 3 weights
40-minute tempo run
Man, those tempo runs are killers! I can't remember the official formula for what constitutes a tempo run. I'm just telling myself that I need to get my heart rate to 165 and hold it in that general area until the run is over. If I slip down to 162 or so, I increase my speed. If I notice that I'm at 169, I slow it down. Either way, these are truly exhausting, ass-kicking runs. Why am I subjecting myself to them, you ask? Because they're called for on the intermediate half marathon training schedule that SAJ passed along to me. And you know I always do whatever she says.
Here's some happy news: I ran 4.14 miles during that 40-minute tempo run. Yes, that's below a 10-minute mile! Since I am a lady who was working on accepting a 12-minute mile pace just a few short months ago, the fact that I'm suddenly able to cut that pace by a full two minutes (and some change) per mile has me totally blown away. Now I want to see how much faster I can go!
As a bonus on this day, I tried out a new class at my gym. It's called TRX and it's based around some tricky straps that allow you to use your own body weight for resistance. Since I'd already run my brisk 4 miles and completed a weightlifting session, I was pretty wiped out before the class even began. But I did learn a few things and would consider trying TRX again after our 16 weeks of bossy weight training are over. More on TRX in a separate post.
Thursday, February 4:
Rest
I've been trying to take Saturdays as rest days so I can enjoy a full day of happy family time ... but I just couldn't face the gym again so soon after Wednesday's killer workout. I was so fatigued and sore that I decided to jump the gun on the rest, and I think the rest of the week was friendlier to me as a result.
Friday, February 5:
Day 4 weights
4-mile run
Back at it. Weights felt good but the running was hard: my legs seemed to be filled with wet cement. I dragged myself through the 4 miles in 44 minutes. A few months ago, this would have been cause for celebration. But now that I've gotten used to being a bit more speedy, I was a little embarrassed by my 11-minute miles.
Saturday, February 6:
3-mile run (pace)
Plus 1.5 times walking around Green Lake
Hooray! Even though I felt like I was slogging along at a dismal pace, I was able to complete my 3 miles in 30 minutes. Is my 10-minute mile the new 12-minute mile, like 40 is the new 30 (but in reverse)?
I haven't been running at Green Lake in months, not since the very early days of marathon training last fall. And one thing I noticed straight away is that it's no longer guaranteed that every single runner is going to pass me by. In fact, I even passed a few folks myself. That was hugely gratifying, I must say. I used to tell myself that it was good for my ego to have other runners pass me -- that it helped me learn that running is about competing with no one but my own self. But now that I've gotten a little taste of what it feels like to be faster than a few people (admittedly, the slowest runners out there), I can only say that I WANT MORE! What a hypocrite.
I also didn't set out intending to walk around the lake another one and a half times after running it. But it was a lovely day, so why not? I did the first chunk with a friend as part of a rally in support of the school levy vote taking place this week; the second chunk with a different friend who drove all the way from Woodinville to meet me. Funny enough, my body hurts more after walking than it does after running ... I always get a stiff back.
Sunday, February 7:
10k run, race pace
OK, not entirely race pace. For this run, I met up with a group of women that SAJ has introduced me to. My understanding was that we were going to go full out (well, full out for me -- most of them are stronger and faster runners than I am, so they were probably planning on regular old runs). But I realized soon after we got started -- and I was trotting up the street at a good clip ahead of them -- that they were aiming for a pace that was slower than I anticipated.
I ended up having mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I was relieved. It was nice to have an easier Sunday run than I had planned on. On the other hand, I was a bit disappointed. Although I felt apprehensive about doing a 10k at race pace, I was excited to see how quickly I could get it done. I was looking forward to feeling like I'd pushed myself hard the whole time. As it was, I ended up having a nice, chatty run with a great group of women.
The icing on the cake? I finished faster than I thought I'd be able to, chatting and slower pace notwithstanding. I was hoping to run the distance in 64 minutes (a bit more than 10-minute miles). I'd come up with that goal the night before, thinking that I might not be able to sustain my new, faster pace for 6.2 miles. Instead, when I checked my watch after reaching the golden 6.2 mile mark, I saw that I'd finished in 62 minutes: 10-minute miles exactly. Wahoo!
(A confession here: we did have a couple stops along the way -- at crosswalks and water fountains, stuff like that. I stopped my timer during these small breaks, so my 62-minute time reflects only the minutes I was in motion. I don't know if I could have finished that quickly if I'd been moving the whole time, since the stops gave me a chance to catch my breath a bit.)
And a last note: I felt so much joy during this group run, I can't even tell you. Running along with this group of fit women, I suddenly realized in a new way that I have become a fit woman myself. I don't stick out like a sore thumb with these athletes. I'm not a bumbling fatty, stumbling along behind, huffing and puffing and dropping out after a miserable mile. I can keep up with them! I fit in! So many times I've admired other women as they jogged past me, looking so strong ... and now I'm strong myself. It really is heavenly, and I just want to get stronger.