Friday, March 02, 2007

Tough Week Coming Back


After nearly two weeks of being as sick as a tubercular dog and nearly non-existant exercise, coming back was every bit as hard as I imagined it would be. Maybe more so.

On Sunday Jeff Galloway had me scheduled for 40K and I managed to eke out just under 18 miles. But I bonked along the way for something as foolish as not taking enough gels along the way. Strictly amateur hour. I was also light-headed as hell but wrote that off to the anti-histimines in the cold medication I popped during the run to try and turn off the faucet - also known as my nose.

Monday I was all right, not that stiff, just bone tired. If I am able to to, I have been cat-napping in the afternoons to recharge my batteries. If working, I even come home for a long lunch which is a quick scarf down of calories and then a nap.

Tuesday tempo's run was anything but... The legs just weren't there yet and I cut myself some slack and averaged 162 heart beats per minute. I was about 7% off heart rate and four minutes off pace. If I pushed any harder it felt as if my lungs were on fire.

Wednesday I had flat legs and just eased off. No point flogging a near dead horse. My heart rate monitor was on the glitch initially, and after ten minutes I stopped and restarted. Just a bonehead move on my part. My average heart rate was 155, twenty beats lower than usual, and my 10K dragged out from the usual mid-forties to fifty-five minutes. But at the end of the run, I actually felt not that bad, and my lungs were relatively clear.

I know, I know, I am coming back off a cold. Better to ease back into the schedule than to pound myself up.

But this is the big mileage month before Boston and then the taper will here before I know it. I am not sure how this recent illness will effect me. My weight is down to 187 and both I and other people can now notice the difference. Ten pounds to go...

This Sunday I am scheduled to do 12 mile repeats on the track, and one of the very few times in my life I can recall anticipating an upcoming work-out with anything approaching the level of dread I feel creeping over me. I just know how painful this is going to be. And a stop-watch and heart rate monitor never lie....

I registered for the Boston Marathon months ago, and the rooms and flight are already paid for, so the die is cast. Posted by Picasa


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gotta get your head in the game. If your mind is in the right place - the aches, the pains and the bullshit won't matter. Once you get close to your targeted times - the rest is head games. I have been running (Vancouverite too) for 20+ years - and I think 'spiritual committment' to the race plan is the most important element of all.

8:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Vince is committed all right, he might even be the most committed man I know.

You might even say Vince is committable!

9:09:00 PM  

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