The other day, I mentioned that I had registered for The Hangover Run Virtual 10K, due to some scheduling conflicts between me and Mr PugRunner. While it wasn’t ideal, I liked the idea that I could go for 6.2 miles rather than 3.1, that my registration fee was going to a good cause (The Lupus Foundation of America), and it doesn’t hurt that I will be receiving this sweet piece of bling:
The virtual run was scheduled to start on August 17, and participants could log their miles anytime between then and the closing date of August 24.
According to my current training plan, I was slated for a 60 minute run (70 minutes total when you include warm up and cool down) on Friday, August 16, and Saturday, I would be hitting the bridge while my running buddies ran their eight miles for marathon training. I decided to shoot for 6.2 miles on both days. It would be the longest distance I’ve accomplished and I was kind of excited. And nervous.
I felt fantastic on Friday morning. The weather was perfect, maybe a little humid, but cloudy enough that the rising sun wasn’t really a factor. I looped in and around my neighborhood, just taking my time and focusing on my form. It’s a really a nice course and the time moved pretty quickly, considering.
I finished with the biggest smile on my face. I’m not saying I wasn’t exhausted, but it just felt so good to hit that distance, and know I am that much closer to my 10 mile goal.
I was also really pleased to see that my pace time is decreasing with my intervals. I guess the Galloway method is working out for me. All the positive progress is really helping me keep pushing forward, for which I am grateful.
I got home and was just so happy. Funny how something as simple as a run can do that to a person.
The only downfall? I. Was. RAVENOUS the rest of the day. I was so hungry that I made a quick batch of drop biscuits so that I could enjoy an egg sandwich. With just a little bit of bacon and cheddar, it hit the spot.
Saturday morning dawned and we headed off to the bridge. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve tackled this monster, so I was raring to go.
Before we left, I had printed out my personalized race bib, for motivation. I didn’t wear it because I only had regular cardstock and paper and didn’t want it to get all gross and sweaty.
While I headed towards the incline, my friends went off in the opposite direction. My plan was to just enjoy the pretty sunrise, and aim for three complete bridge repeats, at about a mile per leg.
The sidewalk was extremely congested, and I had to do a lot of weaving around other runners and walkers, but it was nice to see so many people out and getting healthy activity.
I managed two complete repeats, when I spotted an interesting sight at the foot of the bridge, heading my way: a group of people, bearing a huge American flag on a pole. At first, I thought it was a group of Boy Scouts on a some kind of hiking trip, but as I got closer, I saw that it was a bunch of adults, all tied together at the waists, dressed in military brown shirts and cargo shorts, some with camo paint on their faces, carrying enormous backpacks. One of the men’s shirts read “Ruck USA,” so I googled it when I got home. It led me to a GoRuck.com, and appears to be some kind of military-based, team-building challenge. While not my thing, it looked really cool and I give those men and women all the credit in the world for their efforts.
Since they were taking up a lot of room, I decided to head up to the summit and come back down the same way, then wrap up with a flat run through the nearby neighborhood.
That last half-mile was a struggle. My legs were done and my knees felt a little wobbly, but I kept a steady dialogue in my head, urging myself onward. And onward. And, yes, onward. Finally, blessedly, my RunKeeper app clicked over to 6.2 miles and I was able to stop.
And for all the elevation, I was only 2:00 slower than Friday’s time. That’s not too shabby.
And the best part? We wrapped up and were in the car mere seconds before it started to rain. Winning!
Sunday’s soreness proved that I maybe shouldn’t have done back-to-back runs like that, but secretly, I’m glad I did. And I can’t wait to get my medal in a few weeks.
I will finish up Week 9 (the final week) of the 5-10K program by Friday. I am a little skeptical that the distances are greatly reduced from the previous weeks, but I am trying to trust the program and will complete it as scheduled. I’m looking forward to graduating and moving on to my next big mile increase.
I also have to schedule my bootcamp class this week. It’s only offered on the mornings I tend to run, so I’m debating how I’m going to work it in. I guess we’ll just see how I’m feeling and if I can squeeze it all in.
Do you ever veer off your training plan if you don’t agree with the direction it’s taking?
Any advice on how I should structure bootcamp into my current schedule?
How do you handle soreness after hard runs? Ice? Compression socks? Tylenol & Advil? I’d love suggestions!
Have a great week!
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