My Training for Rock and Roll Marathon
As you may guess from the title, my upcoming race, the Rock and Roll Marathon in San Diego, is kind of sneaking up on me. My training has been, well, erratic is a good word, and suddenly realizing that the race is only seven weeks away is a little frightening. And ironic, since I am coaching a runner for this race (and she’s right on track with her training).
I’ve been doing pretty good with increasing my long run distance. Two weeks ago I ran 16 miles, and last week at the Ragnar Relay my mileage totaled up to 17 miles (which I am definitely counting!). I’m up for 18 next weekend, even though I working on Saturday and will have to do my long run on Easter.
What has been challenging me has been getting in a second longest run of more that six miles, and speed work. Because of my work hours (I work at 5:30 am on Monday, Thursday and Friday), I need to fit my training schedule into the other four days of the week. Ideally, I’d love to run every other day, to give my body a good chance to recover, but that isn’t going to happen, so I’m trying to make the best of a Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday schedule.
The basic plan is:
Wednesday: Second longest Run
Saturday: Long Run
Sunday: Recovery Run
That is the basic plan, except on the weeks that it isn’t. For example, this past week was:
Tuesday: Still beat up and tired from Ragnar, chose to sleep in a little, didn’t have time to run before work at 8:00.
Wednesday: Ran six miles, including a slow half mile with Penny (at almost 13, she’s getting slower and slower, but I don’t have the heart to just leave her, so we struggle through a short “run” before I head off on my own). I’d like to get this run up to eight or nine miles, but that means I’d have to get my butt out the door earlier since I have to work at 9:00.
Saturday: I made this a cut back run simply because Alan and I needed to get it done and head to San Dimas, where he was announcing a triathlon on Sunday. I ran 12 miles.
Sunday: I was tired (and really wanted to bag the whole run and just sleep while Alan worked), but managed to run five slow miles on the trails around Bonelli Park in San Dimas. I made it even easier by stopping to take a lot of pictures (it was so pretty!).
That totals up to just about 23 miles, not where I want to be seven weeks out from my marathon. So…
Here is the plan for the upcoming week:
Tuesday: Tempo Run at half marathon pace.
Wednesday: Eight miles
Saturday: Three miles before I work in the morning.
Sunday: Long run, 18 miles.
The following Sunday I’m running a half marathon (not La Jolla as it turns out, but the Run Through Redlands, with its much flatter course), which will take me into May and 20 milers! See! It’s happening so fast!
Scenes from the Week
As I mentioned, Alan was announcing a triathlon at Bonelli Park on Sunday, so after we finished our run on Saturday we showered, packed and headed to San Dimas, which is about an hour and a half away from home. They put us up at the Best Western, which is a pretty nice hotel (last year we had a Dog Rescuer moment when we stayed there). We checked in, headed over to Bonelli Park so Alan could let the race director knew he’d arrived, then back to the hotel to hang out until dinner time.
Somewhere during that time, my stomach started to hurt. I felt like I must have eaten something that disagreed, but I’m not sure what. I just know it had me lying on the bed with a pillow under my tummy for about an hour. I did start to feel better, so we decided to go to dinner (it takes more than a stomachache to make me skip a meal!).
We went to Casa del Rey, which is walking distance from the hotel and has a small vegetarian menu. The wait was about a half hour, so Alan and I decided to eat at the bar. We both ordered the vegetarian burrito with no cheese.
The nice thing about eating at the bar is that it is fast (and you get to watch baseball). The downside is you have to sit with other people who sit at bars, which that night included one gentleman who was extremely inebriated. He was obviously a regular, he knew all the servers by name, and was quite friendly. From the time we first sat down, he seemed to be getting ready to leave, but when we left, he was still there.
One funny little story. When we first arrived, we sat about three chairs down from this man, who was the only other one at the bar. A little later two other men sat down, then an attractive woman. Our drunk friend bought her a drink, asked her name, and was quite flirtatious (and she didn’t seem to mind). Then he turned to me, now only two seats away, and asked my name. I told him, then he turned back to his little crowd, and in a matter of seconds, was calling the other lady Debbie. Loudly. It was hilarious.
By the way, the burritos were great. And huge! We brought more than half home with us. Just as I was finishing dinner though, my stomachache started to come back. It hurt so bad I could hardly stand up straight as we walked home. I spent the next hour before bed lying on my pillow again. I guess it was just gas, but that sounds so crude :-).
Fortunately it was better by bedtime, and I woke up on Sunday feeling just fine. I went out with Alan to the venue, with the plan to take a run while he was working. I did, but it took me a while to get motivated to get going. It was just so nice and warm in the car!
I finally took the plunge, but I was still cold, so I kept my sweatshirt on and took off on the trails, heading to an area across the reservoir from where the swim was taking place. It really is very pretty, so I took a lot of pictures, which was probably the reason I couldn’t get warm. Even after two miles, when I was back to the car, I was still cold. I took off my sweatshirt though, and ran three more miles, this time on asphalt around the park, but even then, I didn’t really warm up. I was happy to finish and get back in the car!
I went back to the hotel to shower and check out, then went to pick up Alan when he was done. Oh, I did a little shopping before we left the venue, picking up pair of Zoot compression sleeves for a pretty nice price. I guess that got us in the shopping mode, because we decided to stop at the Cabazon Outlet stores, which are about an hour away from home. It was Alan’s idea, I’m really not a shopper, but I was willing to go along (and forced myself to buy a cute outfit from the UnderArmour store).
It feels good to be back home. I have several weeks in a row where I’m spending at least half the weekend either on the road or at work. It is quite a challenge to train, travel, work, write, cook, and, um, you know, clean, with all that is going on. Something’s gotta give, can you guess what? (hint: it starts with a “C” and ends with an “N.”)
So, how was your weekend? Any training, races, or other competitions? Any shopping? Do tell!