Summer 2013

As much as I love it, running is not my whole life. Sometimes running has to take a backseat when the other parts of life need attention- even if it is just a holiday!

Catching up

It's been a while between posts! Between running, injuries and completing my postgrad degree it's been a busy few months. I've been pretty consistent with my running and have banked a few PBs along the way. A quick summary of my races and life over the last few months.

It was the night before city to surf...

It's actually 2 nights before my first ever City 2 Surf, and I am feeling very nervous. One of my work friends is also racing, and we have been exchanging terrified looks all week! We did use carbo loading as an excuse to each corn chips at a birthday afternoon tea on Wednesday though so not all bad :)

The forecast for Sunday is daunting too; cold, very windy and possibly raining. I think I will be running Heartbreak Hill straight into a headwind. I stopped off on my way home to pick up a cheap jumper to wear to the start; I wonder how much of the race I will wear it for?

I'll be meeting my running group at lunch time tomorrow to drive to Sydney together. Before then I have to get my gear together, update my running playlist and finish a uni assignment! Argh.

I'm going into the race much more poorly prepared than I anticipated I'd be when I signed up. Problems with my pesky right calf, a sprained ankle and then four weeks off with a torn oblique means the furthest I have run in about 2 months is around 8km. I have maintained some level of fitness; I have improved my 5km time by about 45 seconds since June, but I have no idea how I am going to go over 14km.

I am trying to remind myself that I have been injured; to have fun and enjoy it, but my self talk is not helping the nerves!

Sweating my thorns off (in winter)

I have had my eye on the Boring Runner's 3rd Annual Sweat Your Thorns Off virtual race for a while now, but I didn't know if I'd even be capable of running this weekend.

This was my second ever virtual race-  I think they are a brilliant way of building a community of runners and supporting other runners to achieve their best. So thanks Adam for arranging this one. I was lacking motivation for yesterday's run, and it was only remembering that I had entered the SYTO race that got me out of bed!

I combined my run with this week's Gindy parkrun. Free, timed and 5km, exactly what I needed for Sweating my Thorns Off. Of course, it is winter here in Canberra, and the previous week's parkrun had been run in sub-zero temperatures, but I always sweat, and knew I would have no problems sweating my thorns off. Imagine my surprise to wake to a sunny and balmy 5 degrees! I was actually a bit worried about layering my compression socks and long tights together. Sweating would not be a problem at all!

There was a good turnout, almost 60 runners this week. With my series of injuries this would only be my second run on this course, and the last time I had run it, I was nearly delirious from the cold. Prior to my oblique tear I had been running really strongly. Speed training was paying off; my pace was improving without feeling like I was working harder. I really wanted to run faster than my previous parkrun time (27.10) but I didn't know if it was a realistic goal or just a pipe dream.



Whenever I run I like to get off to a slow start and finish strong, but I really wanted to beat a girl running in denim overalls! I took off faster than I wanted but just had to get past her! It felt uncomfortable, I was certainly working hard, and I walked between two light posts at the top of a hill, but I finished in 26.25! So a 45 second parkrun PB for me (and after 4 weeks off running with an injury!) and only 30 seconds from my 5km PB. Getting under 25 minutes is my 5km goal for the year, so here's hoping!

girl running in overalls

dan and me; crossing the finish line

I'm back baby!

Long time no post!

I tore an oblique muscle 5 July that kept me from running (and most exercising) for almost 4 weeks. I was pretty low- the frustration and depression from another injury during the training cycle was pretty hard to bear.

I was really challenging myself; I was getting up early to fit in a morning workout alongside my regular lunchtime and after work sessions. I can't even remember the specific exercise that did me in; it was some sort of bridge, I think. What I initially thought was an annoying cramp just would not go away. I was struggling to complete the exercises in class and even walking back to work was uncomfortable. Sitting at my computer I was getting sorer and sorer; dull aches just sitting, and sharp, stabbing pain when I moved (or coughed, laughed, sneezed).

I put off running hill intervals that afternoon, and rested (like really rested- I barely got out of bed) over the weekend. I got through a speed session with my running group (likening the pain to being stabbed in the ribs with a screwdriver) but I pulled up so sore I knew I couldn't ignore it.

Diagnosis: torn oblique- 3-4 weeks of rehab. Only permissible exercises- stationary bike, light stretching and bridges on my knees. Should be OK to run City 2 Surf. Argh!

Well I was good, and followed doctor's orders. I had my first run last Saturday. 4.5km around the streets near my parents. I accidentally turned it into a tempo run, with 2 faster kilometres (about 4.45 pace) in the middle. It was uncomfortable rather than painful, and I had almost no pain afterward!

So I will still be running the City 2 Surf next weekend, but I will have to revise down my time goal. I am quite disappointed, despite a series of smaller injuries my training was coming along so well. The speed work was really paying off; training runs I was completing in 5.45 pace a few months ago I was doing at 5.25 pace without an increase in perceived effort. I haven't run further than 8 km in about 8 weeks, and my total running volume is much less than I where I would want to be, but I will finish the race and be happy with that (I hope)!

Running relief

SO relieved to have finished today's speed work. I crossed the finish line for my last interval, collapsed in a heap for a minute and got up a completely different person. My mood has lifted and I feel like I could accomplish almost anything (which is good because I have another run planned for this afternoon)!

I slowed down a bit over the 6 intervals, 4.56, 5.08, 5.25, 5.27, 5.16, 5.16, and overall was running a but slower than I want to be, but I am feeling such a relief to have this session over that I don't really mind. My running coach commented on my complete 180 in attitude from the start to the finish of the session, and we all had a good laugh about how grumpy I was to begin with.

I still can't put my finger on exactly why I was dreading the session, but I'd say it was a combination of factors; ones I think every runner experiences once in a while. 

Fear; that I can't run the way I want to.

Doubt; that I will ever run as fast or as far as I want.

Envy; wishing I could run as fast as others.

I guess it was one of those days when I didn't feel like I was a real runner, but I am now back on track! I am running to Dan's work this afternoon, so it's a good thing I feel capable and confident. 

Running scared

I am scared of my run today. 

I had an awful run on Saturday. I was up early (ish) but not to run, I had volunteered to be the official parkrun photographer this week instead. It was a relatively mild morning, but I was standing around in the cold waiting for the finishers to come through the 'chute'. I didn't drink much water; it was cool and once the runners started to come in I couldn't stop taking shots. One of the other volunteers was well organised, she was heading straight to the gym to run on the treadmill. I was going home to run.

Neither my mind nor my body wanted to run, but I laced up my shoes and was out the door before either could persuade me otherwise. I had planned on an out and back run (about 4km each way), followed by a loop around our local lake (about another 4km), which would round out about 50km for the week. 

From the very first step it was crap. My phone was flat; so I had no music to run to. Even though it was 'warm' my hand were cold. I'd find myself walking almost without realising I had stopped running. I hated every minute of it. At my turn around point I stopped to practice some mindfulness; I hoped that I could get my head back into it and finish strongly. It didn't work. I pushed back to the start (with a few walk breaks) but  I knew there was no way I was going to manage the lake as well. As soon as I got home I tried to pick myself up with a giant bubble bath but it didn't help; I was down and dispirited and doubting my running. 

So I have speed work in 45 minutes, and I am dreading it. 6 * 1000m. I threw a few into some of last week's runs so I know I can maintain the right pace but I am scared. There really is no other word for it. Dan asked me this morning what was the worst thing that could happen, and I know disappointment with myself is the worst outcome but argh. 

The hardest step for a runner is the first step out the door.