We said good-bye to our track last week, as it will now be torn up for a few months for renovations.
As a send-off we ran a final workout, but one that fit within the rules of the community school coach’s parameters. He did not like that we ran intervals because that made us look too “competitive,” so instead we ran a crazy tempo workout in the outer lane, followed by some much-needed basking in the sun for our cool down. (Because that’s totally logical.)
We did a 3-2-1 tempo and tried to cut down our pace a bit with each repeat, so that was quite fun.
I have been toying around with the idea of doing a local 5K on Thanksgiving day to see where I am fitness-wise. I know my speed is decent right now, but my stamina could use a little help.
Our local Turkey Trot is a beast, as it is all uphill the first half and then somehow not entirely downhill the second half. Which means it is not a PR course by any means. But, I run it almost every year, so my result there would at least be indicative of my fitness compared to last year.
Anyhow, on Thursday I decided that I would run a 3-mile tempo, and that if I could easily keep my pace below 7 minute miles, then I might have a fighting chance of turning out a decent performance on Thanksgiving day. (I hate to spend money on races if I don’t think I could run a personal best; it’s just how I roll.)
So fast-forward to Thursday. I ran two miles up to the top of a hill and then down before taking off on my little tempo time trial.
The first mile of the 3-mile loop that I use for my tempo runs (not the race course) is down hill, so I clocked a 6:21. The second mile, which is all slightly uphill, I hit at 7:15. And then the third mile was a 6:50. So I ran 6:49 average and figured I was stuck running the Turkey Trot.
That isn’t to say that a few hours later I didn’t have this conversation with myself:
“I only ran that time because the first mile was downhill. There’s noooo way I would have been sub-7 for three miles on a different course!”
So yes, doubts have been brewing since that day, mainly because I am miserly and don’t want to let go of my $40.
But you know, runners are crazy, so I have changed my mind back a few times as well.
The truth is I am afraid of disappointing myself, because at this point I am feeling pretty confident. Plus, I have the hardest time being a pessimist during the first mile of the 5K, which is imperative if you want to be successful at the distance. I need to hold back and run a smart race; not start out the first mile uphill at 5:45 pace and expect to hold on for two more. Duh.
Anyway, let’s move on. I’ll probably run it and likely will have a decent race somewhere in the 20:xx range. Whatever.
My in-laws came to town to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. We all went to watch Middle race in the CIF Southern Section Championships on Saturday, where he qualified individually to go to State.
In other words, the grandparents earned themselves a side trip to Fresno during this holiday week. Woot.
But seriously we are really excited, because that kid loves to run.
Training last week:
Monday: 10 miles
Tuesday: 11 miles with a 3-2-1 temp on the track; last mile 6:49
Wednesday: 10 miles
Thursday: 2 miles upness, 2 miles back down, 3 mile tempo (6:49 average), 3 mile cool down
Friday: 10 miles
Sunday: 12 miles with fast finish, 8:05 average
63 miles total
Now that our visitors have arrived, my running has been severely abbreviated. Let’s consider this a cutback week, shall we?
I’ll start back marathon training after they leave, and once State is behind us.
I’ll let you guys know what happens on Thursday morning. You know, besides baking pies and such.
Have a good one!