Back on track

After taking four full days off from running, not because there was anything wrong but because I was so frigging busy with window/masonry guys and then giving or throwing away about 75% of our possessions, I ran today. At the gym. This was a first. Jonathan had his inaugural post-foot procedure elliptical session. He has not done a spot of exercise since right before Christmas. For JS followers, he reports that his foot is stiff and a little painful, but not around the treatment area. I think it’s just not used to doing anything, even walking, let alone running, but I’m not a medical expert, much as I enjoy pretending to be.

He hates going to the gym even more than I do (although that monthly membership fee on our MasterCard is a great motivator), so I will go with him while he’s in his non-running phase of coming back. We’ll also have to go up there at least a few days a week anyway for cross-training even after he’s running again, but never mind about that.

I somehow managed to pick the crappiest treadmill in the place. It was noisy (bang! bang! bang!), something I discovered happens only when that particular machine goes faster than 9:00 pace. By that time I was a mile in, so I jammed the headphones in deeper, cranked up the volume, and vowed to avoid this machine next time. It also resets to 0.0 MPH every time you pause, then takes forever to get back up to speed. After awhile, I didn’t bother stopping for water, preferring dehydration to frustration.

The quote is from past Boston Marathon race director Jock Semple, of Kathrine Switzer shoving fame.

After several days off from running, and only 22 miles last week, you can bet my legs were fresh. I am scheduled for my metabolic testing on Wednesday (although that’s now in extreme doubt given that we’re scheduled to have another blizzard; learning how piss poor I am at burning calories is not worth risking life and limb for), and as such I am not supposed to do any hard exercise the day before in order to have as low a resting heart rate as possible. So today was the day to try something harder if I was going to.

Since I was feeling so perky I decided to do a progression run today. I started out at 9:15 and steadily worked my way down 20 seconds or so per mile to 7:15 for the last one; 7.5 miles total. I was tempted to go to 7:00 pace, but I still have slight adductor pain, and I’ve learned enough horrible lessons about pushing things already. The good news is that there was considerably less pain than a week ago at the same pace in Central Park. Meaning almost none. I call that progress.

I am avoiding the heart rate monitor completely, perhaps permanently save for marathon pace training (and marathon racing). The rest of the time, it’s such a mind fuck. I’m just running at what’s a comfortable (or comfortably hard) pace for the time being. I’ll try to work down to 7:00. Then do some faster intervals when my adductor tells me it’s okay to do so. What I am going to be ready for very soon is some tempo running. I’m looking forward to that.

Tomorrow’s a little recovery run and back to doing some upper body weights. I have a feeling I’ll be running at home on Wednesday afternoon given the Snowpocalypse II forecast. Fortunately, I now have my treadmill room back. The guest bed’s been disassembled and the sound system’s hooked up to the TV so I can hear it over the din. All I need is a Grete Waitz poster.

8 Responses

  1. I read this whole thing and there wasn’t a single word on minimalist shoes or Ritz not running his potential. What kind of running blog *is* this?

    Welcome, keep the miles coming.

    • It’s total shit, this blog.

      • that was supposed be be welcome back. eh, you get it.

        I did my first real training run of the year yesterday. Turns out a shit-ton of treadmill miles doesn’t prepare you for hills worth a damn. The hills of Harriman handed me my ass. Oh well, at least I’m getting a regular 40mpw. It’ll probably pay off at some point.

  2. Yes, but I am genetically incapable of not being a smart ass.

    Thank you for the welcome back.

    Want a real shock? Pool run for three months and then try running outside. Harriman was probably not the most forgiving place to start. Kudos to you!

    Yes, slow and steady wins the race. Build that mileage. You can do a lot on 40 mpw. Like 60 mpw, for instance.

  3. Hmm, where have I seen that poster? Line-of-the-year (so far): ” The rest of the time, it’s such a mind fuck.” The “it” of course, could be any number of things.

  4. Great news, Julie. Very good on leaving the HR monitor home, sometimes I wish I’d never opened that can of worms.

  5. I usually try to switch the second I get on a terrible machine – I feel less self-conscious about it that way! Once I’ve already been on there a minute or two, I’m like you and just grit my teeth and finish it out. Why are we so irrational? Makes more sense just to switch, particularly if the distance/time is resetting anyway!

  6. Well done on the clean-up. Quick — you must have been short of the Collyer brothers’ 130 tons. We could use your boundless energy up in Queensland.

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