Legs were sore tonight, so I jogged nice and slow tonight and admired the almost-cloudless prairie sky. It was so crowded with stars it was difficult to pick out the constellations, but managed to spot a few of my favorites.
In a way, it was kind of sad watching my old friend Orion sink under the Western sky. When you live this far north, I guess you really get used to winter, and once Orion heads for Australia, you can generally assume spring is here. That, and it went up to 18 degrees today! :) Golf courses are supposed to be opening tomorrow!
Oops, forgot that I did my 6x100 metre strides at the end, too.
So, I'm in a bit of a quandry.
My friend Darren and I have been training together and plan to run together on Marathon day. We (mostly he) chose the Ultimate Marathon Training Plan - Intermediate level from the Runners World website. The intermediate plan is pretty tough, and is recommended for people who have much more running experience than either of us have, but we thought we'd try it out since we like to push ourselves. Here comes the problem: last week, Darren hurts his leg. This week it doesn't seem to be much better; he thinks it's shin splints but isn't 100% sure. He's going to take another week off and try it again. What he is thinking is that he may drop down to the beginners program. My problem is, do I join him or stay the course? The intermediate is challenging but do-able for me, so far. My biggest problem with it right now is that I've outgrown my lunch-hour workouts and have to start splitting workouts in two. If I dropped back to the beginner, I think I'd be good to go at lunch for quite a while longer. I'm just concerned that I will blow all the gains I've made out my arse. Meanwhile, I really want to run with Darren on race day, and enjoy training with him... we know we can both go about the same speed currently. That will probably change if one of us shifts programs.
I don't know. Some thought is required.
TAcked on another 5k tonight with my hound dog in tow, or should I say, me in tow behind my hound dog. Ran the first 2 at tempo (about 8:20s), then tried to slow it down for a nice easy homecoming, at least until BJ caught the scent of a rabbit and went banannas. That was an interesting 1/4 mile!
7ish miles today... maybe a little more.
I've gotta update my plan for this week. Was supposed to to 2 miles pace, 2x2 miles tempo, 3 miles pace.
didn't do this, of course. Just don;t have the time at lunch, so I'm going to try to weasel in another run tonight, I guess.
I ran 2.5 slow with Wendi (-edit- Wendi from my work, NOT BT-Wendi), then ran the next 2.5 pretty quick, then did the last 2 at probably around race pace-ish.. maybe a little slower. It was windy like crazy out there today, but I still managed to take about 30 seconds off the back split heading into the wind. That's kind of nice.
Finally got out for my run. Not a bad one... as seesms to be my new standard, came out of the blocks hurting, and didn't really get into it until after mile 2 or so.
Split time was 44:47, so I managed to shave a couple off the back half, at least.
Just felt good to get out there and run again. I HATE it when I fall off the running wagon for a few days. It's so easy to slip into inactivity.
Great smells out there tonight. A few families bbq-ing, a few families bonfiring. I love Spring before the cowshit starts thawing.
Well, kids... looks like dadddy's blowing off another day of training. I am scheduled for a 5k race today (no affiliation, Jen.. just racing myself I guess), it it ain't going to happen. I almost made it to bed last night at 2, but then Jacks got up screaming and barfing again, and we were basically up all night. Ergo, I'm toast. Heading off to a dinner banquet this afternoon, so I don't have time to get my run in now, and am probably going for drinks afterwards, so there goes any hopes of a midnite run.
I promise I'll get in my 10 miler tomorrow, though.
My Five Minutes
Got my this month's Running Room magazine today, and lo and behold, yours truly made it to the back pages! A writer I work with out here at the Marsh pitched a story about all us crazy joggers out in the middle of a god-forsaken swamp and the magazine bought it. There's a picture with the lot of us running down the boardwalk and a little write-up where I was misquoted to sound like an even BIGGER cheese-ball than I already am. Fun to see your name up in lights though, especially for something you never thought you'd even associate yourself with.
Guess I'd better get my speed work in today... the pressure!