This was an unexpected GREAT running song. Like, I love it, but I never thought to run to it: Robert Glasper’s Black Radio (feat. Yasin Bey)
Here’s the recap of workouts this week:
- Total Running Miles: 24
- Longest Run: 11.35
- Total Workouts: 4
AS YOU CAN SEE I’M IN TAPER MODE. I do believe it is the most beautiful word in the English Running Language. I’m finally starting to feel the effects of training on my smaller runs, and I feel the strength building up in my legs, in my lungs. This week is made a little more difficult because I’m in my low-energy phase of my pre-menstrual cycle (I over share.), so getting out to do any of these runs has felt like a chore. Especially Saturday. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
TUESDAY I was supposed to do 4 miles easy. This was the first run after my epic 20 miler last Sunday, and then, because of work, spending 8 hours in a car the next day. So my hips were SUPER TIGHT, yall. I dragged my feet to a mile (with LOTS OF WALKING), then did a mile on the arc trainer, which actually loosened up my hips a lot!, and then did a more respectable mile after.
WEDNESDAY: I didn’t have a run, but I met with my nutritionist. We went over my last two weeks on the road and she congratulated me on working hard to make better choices, and we also talked about my race-day nutrition plan. More specifically, what I should eat because I’m waking up at 7:00am, but won’t run until 11:00am. I get two breakfasts :) I said I would try it out on Sunday’s run.
THURSDAY: 5 miles + Speed work. I had 4 x 5 Min at goal pace with 3 minutes recovery. My legs were feeling so good, I did 5 x 5 Min :) My “easy” runs are creeping lower and lower (re: faster time) and that is music to my little heart. I felt so good after this run!
FRIDAY: was supposed to run, but the snooze button won. I will regret this decision later.
SATURDAY: A friend asked me how to get started running, and I said that I had 4 easy miles to run, so why don’t we meet up? It was great to run, and be able to chat with someone, and it be easy, and honestly, for me to feel like “the teacher runner” for a little bit. Hey, every ego boost helps these days! I felt energized after the run, and we’re scheduled to run again next week!!
SUNDAY: The STRUGGLE IS REAL, YALL. So, because I was trying out my marathon nutrition plan, I woke up at 7:00am, and ate my overnight oats (1/3 yogurt, 1/3 oats, 1/3 water. Nothing fancy. + 1/2 banana). I dont know what was in them oats, but, I promptly went back to sleep (I dont know that this will be in my marathon plan, LOL). I woke up a little before 11, and ate my usual pre-long run meal: banana, 1/2 banana, pb +j, nuun tablet in water. Even eating this meal was a struggle. I DID NOT WANT ANY PART OF A RUN. C watched me eat and felt sorry for me, and said i should have run yesterday (thanks, C), and then I proceeded to get dressed, and it took me the longest in the history of getting dressed, then I proceeded to lie in bed trying to figure out how to get to my starting point in Queens. C comes in and kicks me out of the bed. I sit on the couch. He pulls me off the couch and drags me to the door and waits until I put my shoes on. This is what I had on tap:
The plan was to run the last 12 miles of the marathon route, starting on the Queens side of the 59th Street Bridge. If you didn’t know, it was SO COLD and SO WINDY that when I finally made it to the bridge, it was 25+ MPH headwinds. I gave up on life. And walked it. I jogged down the downhill part of the bridge, but I still had no life in me, and contemplating going home.
I made it to first Avenue, and imagined what it would be like with thousands of spectators yelling for me. First Avenue, to the Bronx, isn’t “All Downhill” as they say, HOWEVER, there are enough downhill swoops to make you run super fast, and I was just thinkinga bout all the books and videos about the marathon that quote, “You don’t win the marathon on First Avenue, but you can certainly lose it.” I AM A BELIEVER, YALL. I BELIEVE. (See 5th ave) I kept seeing all these great paces on First Ave, and I didn’t want to stop. I was FLYING! I was riding this endorphin high, and not fueling like I knew I should have, and was just, running. I get to the Bronx, and need to consult the map, and followed the marathon flags, and that slowed me down a bit. Momentum gone. I made it back into Manhattan, and even in Harlem, I was OK until the Mile 22 mark (or mile 7 of my run). That’s when the wheels were coming off. I slogged down to Central Park to see what this “5th Avenue Hill” was all about. AND O.M.G. I won’t live, yall, I won’t live!
In addition to using up allll of the fuel in my tank from soaring down 1st avenue, and not replenishing the fuel, this hill just took everything else that was in me out. I almost gave up when I got to 90th street (the point of the route where you enter the park). But then I thought, I’d have to walk to a bus or to a train, I might as well keep going. And then I thought, what if this were the actual marathon, I wouldn’t be able to give up now. So I walked, and slogged, but mostly walked, to Columbus Circle, where I finally took myself out of my misery. I never made it to 12. It was something like 11.3….but it was a humbling experience to say the least.
Here’s some pictures from the run: