Typical weekend before a marathon
Tapering for the Louisville Marathon next weekend is in full swing. That means I took it easy at the Goldy’s 10 mile run on Saturday and ran with the 9:00/mile group. (I even had in impromptu Tumblr meet-up with Racing with the Ghosts in the starting coral.) The Sunday morning run was another easy 6 miles, starting at a local running store.
The rest of the weekend was spent napping, washing cars and changing oil. No one would accuse me of being a real mechanic, but I like the convenience of changing the oil at home and I can use synthetic while still saving a few bucks. It only takes 15 minutes or so to change the oil on each car and since our ‘fleet’ is older, higher mileage it’s good to take a look underneath and make sure the winter salt hasn’t done any serious damage.
A reminder from Tom Arnold
We have two digital scales in our bathroom, both include body fat % measurement and yet I still can’t get in the habit of consistently weighing myself. Eventually I can feel my pants getting snug and I force myself to see the number; once again confirming that I can’t outrun my fork. Despite running 40-50 miles/week throughout the Hanson’s training plan I’ve managed to gain weight. That’s ridiculous. Can you imagine how much crap I must have eaten to do that?
Surprisingly, I tend to lose weight when I’m traveling. I think that’s because I don’t eat airplane food and end up missing other meals here and there while still running a lot of treadmill miles. But the biggest benefit is that I can’t graze all night in the pantry. If I was home most of the day like Beth I’d weigh 300 lbs.
That brings us to Tom Arnold. As you may know he recently lost 90 lbs and talked about it on the Today show. In his own words, “ I stopped eating like a jerk, I stopped being selfish about what I ate and I really paid attention to it and the weight came off.” That quote really resonated with me, but a with slight twist. I don’t think I eat like jerk; I think I eat like an 8 year old without parental supervision. In my opinion, eating like a jerk means beer and wings and lots of red meat; eating like it’s a competition; general gluttony. Eating like an 8 year means avoiding fruits and vegetables in favor of cookies, chips, chocolate and pizza (see my bundt cake post from two weeks ago).
I know I don’t have a serious weight problem - it’s really just 10-15 vanity lbs. But it’s irritating that I can’t achieve this goal, stay there and move on. This is the one habit that I just can’t seem to permanently get right.
Working and working out in luxury
This week’s travel brought me to the St. Regis in Dana Point, CA. This is a great property. Did you know that really rich people don’t go to the gym? They go to the spa. The St. Regis spa closes at 8 but they graciously let me in at 9 so I could do my last 12 mile tempo run. Free water and headsets? You bet. No time or distance limits on the treadmill? Of course!
My panel presentation on day 2 went well and I had time for an easy 6 mile run before suiting up in a tux for the evening event. The drink in my hand is a club soda with lime, the perfect alternative when social drinking is expected.
And now for a word about naps
The Louisville marathon is just two weeks away and the Hanson’s training plan is starting to wind down; that means 10 mile runs on Saturday and Sunday. I ran the prescribed 9:00 min/mile pace - you really don’t need to see the splits, right?
The naps each afternoon were arguably the best part of the weekend. In my opinion there’s no better agenda than a long morning run, shower and lunch with Beth followed by family nap time (me, Beth and Scout the beagle). Scout is an Olympic quality napper and except for his occasional eye-watering farts I don’t mind him joining us.
My hip still hurts with every stride, but after 6-7 miles I start to feel good. RunningGirlsRock wrote me a nice note cautioning about the risk of a stress fracture. At the moment the soreness is generalized, not concentrated like a typical stress fracture so I’m hoping that rest, ice and a new pair of shoes will get me fixed up in time for the race.
On a webex conference call driving through a snowstorm trying to make it to my 10 mile tempo run. I predict tonight’s run will happen on the treadmill.
Unrewarded enthusiasm and turkeys
I’m smiling in that picture because I was expecting to have a good 10 mile speed workout on the treadmill. But it sucked and I had to quit at 7 miles. That never happens. Seriously, I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve quit a workout early. But I was exhausted and my hip was killing me. Hopefully I’ll do better tonight.
Wondering about the turkeys? Me too. I’ve lived in Missouri, Texas and Indiana and never saw turkeys. Now that I’m in Minnesota it seems like I see wild turkeys at least once or twice a month. They’re generally strolling along a country road but I often see them along the highway too. Beth and I saw these on the way to our run Sunday morning, just a mile from our house. I’m not a hunter so I’m not tempted to shoot them, but they are interesting to watch.
16 miles and a bundt
I typically end my long runs with a Muscle Milk recovery drink (although regular chocolate milk is good too). But after yesterday’s 16 mile run, RunningMyOwnRace and I showered at Lifetime, lunched at Whichwich and headed to the bundt store for some well deserved icing covered carbs in the form of a 10” chocolate chocolate chip bundt cake.
Did you know that the bundt cake was invented in St. Louis Park, Minnesota? Beth and I can’t even say the word ‘bundt’ without mimicking the Greek mother in My Big Fat Greek Wedding (here’s a link to the clip in case you forgot).
I look pretty tired in the selfie - hopefully some nap time this weekend will get me fixed up.
Spring running in MN
I know most of my fellow Minnesotans are sick of winter weather, but I’d rather run in snow than cold rain anyday.
We took a mini-spring break trip to St. Louis yesterday and ran in Forest Park both days; 8 miles on Tuesday and 12 miles on Wednesday. Tonight we’re back home and will run 8 miles in French Park. My hip still hurts but I’ve decided to ignore it.
I’m a sucker for race photos
I don’t mind spending a few bucks to buy the licensed race photos. And at least I can post them on Tumblr; I’m quite sure my Facebook friends grew tired of finish line photos a long time ago.
I’m smiling in this picture because the last mile of the half marathon was my fastest mile. Even though my hip flexor hurt with every stride, I felt stronger as the race progressed. That’s what Hansons training is supposed to do and I think it was working.
A casualty of winter
The long cold winter has taken a toll on Scout’s normally trim figure - he’s definitely not ready for swimsuit season. When the weather is reasonable we take Scout on a nightly walk on the two mile paved path that loops around our neighborhood. But when it’s dark and cold our motivation ebbs. Scout doesn’t object too much because everything is frozen, there isn’t much to smell and he’s pretty content just trying to stay in the sunbeam. He’s probably gained 7 lbs which is actually quite a lot for a dog his size. Beagles have a very healthy appetite so dieting is a chore - we’ll just have to walk off the weight.