This week started off well and on track, and then I fell apart. Not sure what my deal is. Did a workout Friday afternoon, ran like crapola, and spent the night hacking up my lungs. I took Saturday off in an attempt to recover (and thus no Comea House 5K), and I didn't run yesterday because I was being lazy. I've been sleeping 10 hours a night and still don't feel rested. I'm dragging myself out of bed in the morning and then falling asleep on the couch at nine at night. Makes me wonder if I didn't pick up some bug. May just be feeling all the effects of increased training.
Oh well, if there is one thing I have learned over the years, it's that one should listen to their body. My body gave me the middle finger this weekend. Sometimes it is actually okay to take a day or two off from running. Nine times out of ten, it will be beneficial in the long run.
Mon. Oct. 31 - 4 miles in 29 min (7:07 pace). I hit up a quick and easy run after work. That's pretty much it.
Tues. Nov. 1 - 7 miles in 56 min (8:00 pace). I went up to the trails in the morning to see what I could see. What I found were trails that had been packed down and iced over from the weekend. Apparently, thousands of people were on the trails the past weekend. Odd, I never see people up there. Tough run with little traction.
Wed. Nov. 2 - 9 miles in 65 min (7:13 pace). It snowed a few inches Tuesday night, so in an effort to avoid the icy roads and idiot drivers on said icy roads, I ran a couple of loops on the safety of the Greenbelt. Not the most stimulating run, but given the weather, it was pretty good.
Thurs. Nov. 3 - 4 miles in 29 min (7:15 pace). I had six on the schedule, but settled for four. First day in three weeks that I felt blah running.
Fri. Nov. 4 - 9 miles in 60 min (6:40 pace). First, I had a few too many beers the night before (I quit drinking so much and then I do that, brilliant) and got talked into joining the UW cross team for the annual "Get On Down Invite." That is Coach Cole's famous (infamous?) last workout of the season, a mock track meet where all the runners dress up in odd racing clothes (in my day we wore old high school singlets one year, homemade uniforms the next) and run a race. We used to pair up two girls and one guy and ran a three-leg relay. This year, Cole had the girls run a 1500m and the guys run a 3K.
I ran from my place to the outdoor track, loosened up and hoped for the best. What was quickly evident from the first lap was that I have absolutely no speed anymore. I got spit out the back of the pack after a 72 first quarter (SLOW!) and only fell off more from there. I hit the half in 2:28, 1200m in 3:50, mile in 5:14 and came home in 10:12 for 3K. I felt terrible the whole time, got lapped (on a 3K!) by Taylor, one of UW's top runners, and I then spent the rest of the night having asthma problems and coughing up my lungs.
I grew up with asthma being a by-product of my allergies. I've had three or four pretty bad asthma attacks in my life, but the last one was when I was about 17. As I got older, it seemed like I grew out of it; my allergies became less severe over the years and by the end of my first year running for Wyoming, I had officially ditched my Albuterol inhaler and haven't had any significant issues since. However, Friday evening, I really could have used that inhaler. I'm not sure what the issue was. I wasn't exactly running fast, but something got in my system, or I stressed it too much, and I had a reaction. Very strange.
After that, I took the weekend off. I ate way too many carbs, and spent too many hours sitting on my butt watching football. Lunde and I had made plans to go camping, and then called them off because we were supposed to get a snowstorm through the area Saturday. That never happened, and I'm a little annoyed we didn't go camping. Oh well, not much we can do about it now.
In short, it was kind of a waste of a weekend.
Totals
Week's Miles: 33
Running Time: 3:59
October's Miles: 137
Year to Date: 1342
Gear: Asics SpeedStar 5 (274 miles) Saucony Peregrine (42 miles)
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