On track for a 3:30:00 marathon

In my race report for the Manhattan Half Marathon, I reported a finishing time of 1:39:32. There is a significance to this that I felt warranted a separate post. Here’s why this finishing time is notable: using Greg McMillan’s equivalent performance calculator, 1:39:32 translates to an equivalent marathon time of 3:29:55.

I know it’s a squeaker. But, dang, it’s under 3:30!

My goal for April is sub-3:30. I’ve just comfortably run an “equivalent” half marathon time along the same course and I’ve still got seven weeks of training to go until I start my taper! So I’m feeling really confident about coming in under three and a half hours on April 6.

Race Report: NYRR Half Marathon – Manhattan

Yesterday we ran the first of five half marathons in NYRR’s 2008 “Grand Prix” series. This was another opportunity for me to race in Central Park as part of my preparation for the More race in April.

This race replaced a scheduled five mile tempo run. I originally thought I’d run eight miles of it at easy pace, then do five at tempo pace. But as race day approached, I realized I couldn’t accept the idea of entering a race and not racing it. Since I seem to be handling the mileage and intensity of training with no issues, and a lot of my miles this week are recovery miles, I decided to race this one all out.

We drove in and managed to find parking up on 104th Street, which turned out to be perfect, since the start was at 84th. So jogging the mile to the start was a good warm-up. It was freezing, though. Wind chill was about 20F, but fortunately the wind was fairly calm.

NYRR imposed an 8:00AM deadline for baggage check, one half hour before race start. Since we figured we’d just have to stand around freezing for half an hour anyway, we elected not to check a bag with some warmer clothes. Big mistake! Post-race we were freezing, and by the time we got back to the car we both had difficulty unlocking it due to our frozen, claw-like hands. (It didn’t help that my gloves were wet since I’m still spastic when it comes to dealing with cups at the water stations.)

Pre-race ceremonies and announcements were mercifully short, highlighted with a quick hello and good luck from Meb Keflezighi. And then the horn sounded and we were off.

Each time I race in Central Park, I gain more appreciation for it as a race course. I’m now becoming familiar enough with it that I can mentally break it up into about five distinct “sections” and plan a pacing strategy for handling each. What’s tricky about this is that every race so far has run counter clockwise. The More, however, runs clockwise. This is why I have two tough training runs scheduled in the park, so I can run them clockwise and figure out how to reverse everything I’ve internalized about these race sections come race day.

Anyway, the overall race course consisted of two full loops around the park, followed by a partial third loop with the finish on the east side of the 102nd Street Transverse. My pacing plan consisted of doing miles 1-10 at 7:30, then evaluating the state of things at the conclusion of mile 10 to see if I could pick up the pace to 7:20. The uphill stretches along the northern and eastern sides of the park threw off the paces a bit. But I was able to maintain an average of 7:35 and I really picked it up in the last few miles, which was a goal. I want to work on being able to run very fast in the last miles of long races.

As for the actual race experience, it was positive. I focused on trying to stay on pace on a mile-by-mile basis, never thinking about the number of miles left — just getting to the next one in good form and still feeling in control of things. At mile 10 — the “turning point” mile — I felt good and going faster wasn’t too much of a struggle. The section from mile 11-12 is one of the tougher ones, with a long, gradual uphill. But I rallied at mile 12 and started blowing past people, running at a pace of 7:04 for mile 13 and 6:39 for the last few hundred yards.

As usual, I had three goals going in: dream, realistic, and bare minimum:

Dream: 1:38:00
Realistic: 1:40:00
Minimum: 1:44:00

Finish time: 1:39:32

This time, by the way, is nearly 11 minutes faster than my previous best half marathon time. To put things into further perspective, two years ago I was training for my first half marathon with a goal of finishing under 2:00:00. If I can just chop another 10 minutes off, that puts me in age/gender group award territory.

Here are the mile splits. My watch was way off in terms of race distance (it recorded 13.45 miles), so things are a bit wacky:

Mile 1          7:22
Mile 2          7:42
Mile 3          7:27
Mile 4          7:21
Mile 5          7:26
Mile 6          7:36
Mile 7          7:23
Mile 8          7:37
Mile 9          7:36
Mile 10         7:20
Mile 11         7:21
Mile 12         7:23
Mile 13         7:04
Mile 13.45      3:00

Finish time  1:39:32

Average pace    7:35

And the stats:

  • 795th overall, out of 4989 runners: top 16% of all finishers
  • 112th woman out of 1874 total: top 6% of all female finishers
  • Among 40 to 44 year olds, I was 21st: top 10% in my age/gender group
  • Age-graded time: 1:33:50

Jonathan had a good day too, with a finishing time (and new PR) of 1:23:57. He was 101st overall, the 98th man in (yes, there was a handful of very fast women out there yesterday) and fifth in his age/gender group. He also finally bested a local age-group rival he’s been trying to beat for the past two years.

Training week in review: 7 of 18

This week’s training theme:

If you want to get better at something, do it a lot.

Oh, my god. This training business is hard.

I ran nine times this week, covering just under 86 miles. The schedule wasn’t that different than two weeks ago, but I feel as if I’ve been run over by a truck today.

The highlights this week included a slightly longer tempo run, with a block of three miles at 7:24 – 7:30 and, a mile later in the run, another block of two miles at (surprise!) 7:18. Dang. This training business may be hard, but it seems to actually work. The next day I did a 15 miler at 8:39 avg pace (!), a 12 miler on Friday at about the same pace and…drum roll, please…this morning I did just under 20 miles, last nine “around” marathon pace (more on that in a moment).

So, yeah, I’m dog tired. But I am also very happy with the way things are going. And excited about the Manhattan Half Marathon next Sunday in Central Park, which I’m using as a replacement to the training schedule’s tempo run. My dream time for this race is 1:40. It would be a real kick to take 10 minutes off my last half marathon time. But I’m not exactly going to be rested, so I’ll be happy with anything under 1:44.

About this morning’s run — I feel good about it because it went well despite being very windy for pretty much the whole way. Steady wind of 12-15 MPH with gusts of 25 MPH or so, although it was constantly shifting direction. During a few of the more sheltered stretches, it wasn’t too bad. But along the exposed parts of the route (pretty much all along the Bronx River Parkway) it was unrelenting. Going out this morning, I decided to have a positive attitude and just do my best.

So that’s what I did. I was aiming for a pace of between 7:40 – 8:00. I made it on some miles, not on others. What’s funny is you can tell the bits in which I was battling the wind, because the pace slows way down and the heart rate shoots way up. Some of the faster miles were probably due to a tailwind (although I’d love to believe that they were due to my supremely competent legs). But the time averages out to around 8:00 per mile, so I’m happy with what I was able to do.

Here are my splits after mile 11 of the run: 8:06, 7:49, 7:49, 8:09, 8:03, 7:52, 8:12, 7:42, 7:50

Today’s run was also notable in that I tried out an alternate fueling source: Gatorade Endurance (which seems to be de rigueur on most marathon courses these days). I planted two small bottles of the “lemon” (cough cough) flavor along the course and kept a third in the car at the midway point. I have to say, the stuff tastes like window cleaner (or at least how I imagine window cleaner might taste). I am cursed with a delicate stomach but, aside from a twinge after downing 8 oz. at once, I didn’t have any problems with it. (Plus my teeth are so shiny now!) Nonetheless, I think I’m leaning toward the Hammer Gels for fueling. They’re a pain in the ass to carry, but they definitely provided a more noticeable “lift” on a couple of recent runs. And they don’t taste like industrial-strength cleaning products.

Once again, the couch is mine today. The pattern lately is that I come home after these Sunday runs, take a bath, eat something very large, have a beer and promptly pass out for at least 45 minutes. After that, I’m still in a semi-zombie state, but at least I can muster the energy to make dinner and engage in light conversation.

A look back at the week:

  • Monday: 6 miles recovery pace (AM), 4 miles recovery pace (PM)
  • Tuesday: 11 mile tempo run with five miles at very speedy pace
  • Wednesday, 15.1 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Thursday, 6.2 miles recovery pace (AM), 3.8 miles recover pace (PM)
  • Friday, 12.4 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Saturday, 7.6 miles recovery pace*
  • Sunday, 19.8 miles, long run with 9 miles at or below marathon pace

Total mileage: 85.9 miles

Paces this week:

  • Tempo: 7:19 – 7:24
  • Long: 7:38 – 9:35
  • Recovery: 9:15 – 10:00

This week’s quote:

The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost

Coming up in training week eight: My doubles double, bringing me to four two-a-days of recovery runs. One 15 miler and one 22 miler (longest one yet) during the week. Then the half marathon on Sunday. Also, for some culture, we head up to White Plains (I’m tempted to run there, since we run more often than drive to White Plains lately) for a one-night-only showing of Spirit of the Marathon on Thursday evening. Review to come.

* This was supposed to have been an “easy” run with strideouts. But I ran way too fast on Friday and paid the price the next day.

Training week in review: 6 of 18

This week’s training theme:

Everything is relative

You really can get used to anything. This past week I ran just over 67 miles. Coming off of an 80 mile week, 67 felt like a “light” week, as it was meant to be. It was all recovery and long runs, save for one “easy” day of less than eight miles. Eight miles — feh! That is easy! Even a 14 mile run now feels like a pleasantly relaxing start to the day rather than the day-destroying slog it used to be.

I split my runs between inside and outside, electing to do all the recovery runs on the treadmill to make my legs happy. I probably ran too hard this morning (four sub-marathon pace miles toward the end of my 16 miler), which I didn’t intend to do. But I felt good, which I suppose is the recovery effect.

I’m sure I’ll be exhausted again soon enough, as next week I throw myself into an 86 mile week, including a tempo run and another 20 miler next Sunday.

I am noticing that my heart rate is definitely getting lower during the marathon pace miles week by week. I will experiment with slightly faster pacing next weekend to see if I can reset my training paces based on what my heart rate does.

For now, it’s an afternoon of hot chocolate, English football and Web surfing. My needs are simple. I hope that doesn’t mean I am.

A look back at the week:

  • Monday: 5.7 miles, recovery pace
  • Tuesday: 7.8 miles, easy pace with 7 x 100 meter “strideouts”
  • Wednesday, 11.8 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Thursday, 6 miles, recovery pace
  • Friday, 10 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Saturday, 6 miles recovery pace (AM), 4 miles recovery pace (PM)
  • Sunday, 16 miles, long run with miles 8-11 at or below marathon pace

Total mileage: 67.3 miles

Paces this week:

  • Easy: 8:20
  • Long: 7:45 – 9:20
  • Recovery: 9:45 – 10:20

This week’s quote:

“If you want to become the best runner you can be, start now. Don’t spend the rest of your life wondering if you can do it.”

— Priscilla Welch

Coming up in training week seven: More miles and more sessions, including two days of doubles. Plus one more mile of suffering on the tempo run (five instead of four). And a 20 mile run with the last nine at or below marathon pace, with the possibility of resetting the pace tables downward if my heart tells me so.

Training week in review: 5 of 18

This week’s training theme:

Stress. Recover. Adapt. Repeat.

And that is the essence of training.

When I looked at this 18 week training plan originally, I remember thinking that the recovery weeks were too few and far between. Maybe I’ll still feel that way in a few weeks, but for now I think going five weeks full tilt has been just right. The sixth week starts tomorrow, and it’s a full recovery week, meaning both the mileage and the intensity of the workouts are cut back to allow some rest — presumably to facilitate further adaptation.

I am a true believer so far. I was quite tired this week — more than in previous weeks, which suggests a cumulative fatigue — so it seems right that a recovery week follows this one. What makes me believe? The results: I’m very comfortable running at race pace (8:00 minutes per mile) — which I was not a month ago — and that’s evidenced by the fact that I’m doing it at a lower and lower heart rate, even over longer and longer distances.

I also did my second tempo run (inside), and that went very well. Not exactly easy, but not as difficult as the one two weeks ago; plus, I ran it quite a bit faster this time around. And, finally, today I did a 20 miler with the last 7 at race or sub-race pace in 2:51. I felt very good and could have kept running, which is always a good sign.

According to MarathonGuide’s 2007 annual report on US marathoning, 4,845 women finished in under 3:30:00 last year. I want to be in that crowd this year, and I’m feeling more and more confident that this training plan will get me there.

A look back at the week:

I did a few of my runs inside on the treadmill this week, either because of bitter cold (and icy paths) or to save my legs on recovery days.

  • Monday: 6 miles (AM) and 4 miles (PM), both inside, recovery pace
  • Tuesday: 10 mile tempo run (inside) with four miles at 15K pace
  • Wednesday, 15 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Thursday, 6 miles (inside), recovery pace
  • Friday, 13.1 miles, long run (progressive), last two at 10 seconds below race pace
  • Saturday, 5.9 miles (inside), recovery pace
  • Sunday, 20.3 miles, long run (progressive) pace, last seven at or below race pace

Total mileage: 80.3 miles

Paces this week:

  • Tempo: 7:25
  • Long: 7:50 – 9:45
  • Recovery: 9:30-10:35

This week’s quote:

Any idiot can train himself into the ground; the trick is working in training to get gradually stronger.
— Keith Brantly, U.S. Olympic Marathoner

Coming up in training week six: A much needed week of recovery. One eight mile easy run, lots of recovery runs and shorter long runs.

Unfortunately, that means fewer calories available for eating, but most things in life involve some sort of tradeoff, don’t they?

Happy New Year…almost…

So many choices. What will I be doing this evening? Well, for one thing, I’ll be staying as far away from Times Square as possible. I did that once. Never again.

We have a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, some appealing liquor choices, the makings of homemade pizza, and a Planet of the Apes marathon on AMC. What more does one need to ring in the new year?

Tomorrow I do a tempo run and take down the Christmas decorations in the morning. Then I lie on the couch all afternoon watching hours of English Premier League Football and consuming (for me) vast quantities of beer (three?).

It’s all over on Wednesday.

Training week in review: 4 of 18

This week’s training theme:

Holiday training brings a different sort of “sacrifice” (such as running with indigestion)

Oh, I celebrated this past week. Don’t get me wrong. But I paid for it in the form of much Alka Seltzer consumption and running with discomfort. I have no regrets, though. I did not slack off in my training, and that took a lot of discipline.

The Christmas excesses are definitely winding down, however. We’ve got three bottles of wine left to get us through New Year’s and then it is over. Back to a few drinks a week, daily calorie counting and no more refined sugar, simple carbohydrates and saturated fat.

I’ve now been training for a month with no obvious ill effects. Well, just one. The muscle below my left eye has been twitching for the past few days. I’ve done some “Google diagnoses” and think it’s a combination of fatigue (ya think?), dehydration and possible electrolyte deficiency. The recommended treatment is adequate sleep, lots of water, bananas and Gatorade. I should be getting all those things anyway.

(One side rant. My local Pathmark was carrying Gatorade Endurance. I picked up two bottles to train with a few weeks back and now, mysteriously, they’ve stopped stocking it. The Gatorade site claims they carry it, but that is a lie. Now I have to find another supplier. Grr. On a happier note, I discovered that Yuengling makes a delicious dark beer (Original Black & Tan), which for some strange reason Pathmark does carry. So, in a way, the universe maintains its equilibrium, at least as far as Pathmark’s beverages inventory is concerned.)

I’ve noticed two distinct patterns in terms of my physical state during the week.

First, Thursday seems to be my roughest day in terms of fatigue. So I’ve decided to not care about pace at all on Thursdays, but instead just go by heart rate (and a very low one at that). The result is usually a slow run at 10:30+ pace. It’s weird to think that that used to be the fastest I could run.

Second, I have delayed onset muscle soreness that I could set my clock by. For the past few weeks I’ve woken up at around 1AM on Tuesday and Friday nights with a terrible ache in my legs. This week I took ibuprofen both evenings before going to bed, which seems to have nipped that problem in the bud.

A look back at the week:

Nothing earthshattering happened this week, save for the start of recovery “doubles” days. But I did manage to run over 77 miles. And I’m pretty darned proud of that. Also, all of my runs were outside. Some patches of ground are still quite treacherous, but it was a welcome break from staring at the wall.

I also had planned to do five miles of hills at the tail end of Friday’s 12 miler. But I didn’t feel up to it, so I decided to compromise and do a fast finish run instead, over flat ground. I’m figuring that with one half marathon and at least four harder, longer runs scheduled to be done in Central Park, I’ll get some good hill work in that way.

  • Monday: 6.1 miles (AM) and 4.2 miles (PM), recovery pace
  • Tuesday: 10 miles, easy pace, too icy for strideouts
  • Wednesday, 14.3 miles, long run (steady) pace
  • Thursday, 5.8 miles, recovery pace (slow — again, quite tired!)
  • Friday, 12 miles, long run (progressive), last two at 10 seconds faster than marathon pace
  • Saturday, 6.1 miles, recovery pace
  • Sunday, 18.8 miles, long run (progressive) pace

Total mileage: 77.3 miles

Paces this week:

  • Easy: 8:30
  • Long: 7:50 – 9:30
  • Recovery: 10:15-10:45

This week’s quote (which I post tongue-in-cheek, as this week my body told me I wanted to eat everything):

If you feel like eating, eat. Let your body tell you what it wants.

— Joan Benoit Samuelson

Coming up in training week five: The return of the dreaded Tuesday tempo run, and some “fueling” practice on Sunday’s fast finish long run! Plus three more miles piled onto the apple cart.

Julie the Hut

Blorg. I am bloated with Christmas spirit.

I can’t believe how much I’ve had to eat and drink in the past 48 hours.

Christmas Eve featured:

  • a large vodka martini
  • goose pate (“no liver” — I’m not quite sure how to interpret that, since I thought pate was liver)
  • a pound+ sirloin steak
  • an enormous pile of french fries
  • a large piece of chocolate raspberry cake
  • too many glasses of wine to count

Christmas Day wasn’t much better — although since I was still digesting the Eve’s excesses I really didn’t eat much until the “turkey and fixings” extravaganza started around 6 o’clock yesterday. I was sufficiently inebriated and stuffed to fall into bed, semi-conscious, at around 9:15. I won’t enumerate what I consumed yesterday since it’s shameful. But it was delicious. And it only took five hours to prepare.

But, to my credit, I’ve been running a lot despite the bricks in my stomach. I did 10 miles of recovery running on Christmas Eve, a 10 mile easy run (last two at marathon pace) Christmas Day, and a 14 miler today. If I’m lucky, I’ll break even on the calories, although judging by the size of my stomach, I’m not so sure.

Santa, in collusion with Jonathan, brought some good running stuff in this year. This top — in red — from UnderArmour (which I love, although it’s currently embarrassingly form-fitting), and this hat. And this thermos for post-run tea or hot chocolate (when I “park and run” up in Scarsdale for my Sunday long runs). And…and…and…nice, thoughtful gifts from my generous family.

It’s a very quiet week at work, so I’m getting things done like archiving project files and emails, listening to pre-recorded “2008 strategy” calls and trying to decipher their encrypted messages…and generally catching up on other administrata that I haven’t had time to do lately.

Tomorrow morning is the annual “drug the cat” event, in which I administer Kitty Kwaludes to our half-feral cat in order to get her in to the vet for annual shots. It takes her about a day and half to get back to normal, during which time she’s stumbling around like Robert Mitchum at the Oscars, and we’re just focusing on not letting her fall down the stairs. In our household, the excitement truly never stops.

And the doping dominoes continue to fall…

I’m late to the news party, but it seems that back in May, last year’s winner in the More Magazine Half Marathon, Lyubov Denisova, was disqualified. Argentinian Claudia Camargo moves up to first. Here’s an article about the Russian runner’s predicament.

Praise the warmth of the sun. Long live the sun.

At last, the Bronx River pathway is runnable! Did six recovery miles this morning and will do another four this afternoon. Then we’ll walk it into Bronxville for Christmas Eve cocktails and dinner at Sammy’s Downtown, a new bistro and bar on Pondfield Road.

I drank far too much last night, but surprisingly I have no hangover. I’m wondering if there was something magical about the enormous amounts of chocolate I chased the martini and wine with. Hmm…

This is my fiftieth day of running without a break. I guess that’s a milestone of sorts. Or should I say millstone?

Happy Christmas! Ten miles tomorrow…