Week of Wunning in Weview...

I used all 'w's to go with Wednesday... just in case y'all didn't catch that ;-)

I've been neglecting the running component of my blog... not because I haven't been running (well, actually I did have to take some time off because of puking my guts up) but because things have been rough around this neck o' the woods and I used the ol' blog for a little levity in my life.

So here's what happened on the running front:

I ran last Wednesday during the day!  It was a 'speedwork' day.  Warm up, drills, a mile@10K pace (1:30 jog); 2x800@5K pace (2 min jog); a mile@10K pace (1:30 jog); cool down.  Total of 5 miles.

It is clear to me that I need to slow the heck down.  That first mile was faster than the last mile time trial I ran in early December.  So to run a mile as part of a workout faster than my bust-a-gut, keel-over-when-you're-done single mile... ummm... so I am getting faster, but there is no way I could sustain that pace for 10K... even if being chased by a frothing doberman toting a plastic bag.  The times were 8:10 for my first mile (pretty even splits of 4:06 and 4:04).  The first 800 was in 4:05.  It was then I knew I didn't have enough in the tank and needed to rein it in.  The second 800 was 4:16 and the second mile was 8:49.  Much more realistic and reasonable for what I was supposed to be doing.

On Friday night I did an 'easy' 2 miles... 10-minute miles.  It was pretty easy.

I was really looking forward to my long run on Sunday and had prepared my family for the event.  I was going to make them all come with me to the hilly run.  They could walk or bike or scooter or whatever.  Dad would keep an eye on them while I ran until I couldn't see straight (about 8 miles).

But I awoke at 4 a.m. feeling a might peaked.  (pronounced pee-kid... means 'not so good').  At 6 a.m. it was imminent... I ran to the bathroom.  I did it.  The nasty.  I hate vomiting.  I protest.  I resist.  This time, I couldn't.  And I discovered something else about our super sucky toilets.  In addition to being the biggest water-wasting, plunger-hungry low-flow toilets in creation... this particular one has what I'll call a very shallow "drop".  This means that it isn't like a bowl full of water.  It is more like a oval platter of porcelain with a small teacup of water at the far end.  This makes for lots of splatter.  Really gross.  Sorry... oversharing.

No run on Sunday.

I was still recovering until today.

Tonight's run started at 8:35.  It was supposed to be a bunch of 400's.  I have realized that I can only do speedy stuff every other week.  My hip is just not strong enough to hold form and not tighten up yet.  I will get injured.  My old mentality is just too ingrained... "kill the workout! kill it!"  So instead I did a relaxed 4.5 miles.  It took just under 43 minutes.  I do a 0.75 mile loop inside The Gate for my longer short runs.  My splits were 7:29, 7:24, 7:09, 6:53, 6:55, and 7:03.  Pretty consistent once I got loosened up.

There ya have it... Wednesday's wunning weecap ;-)