Third of the Way There
Monday, July 20, 2015
Normally, not blogging or logging would be an indicator that I'd dropped out of the training routine; but this time it's not so.
I'm still plugging along, reaching the 9-mile "long-slow distance" mark this past weekend. I'm actually going more for time than distance, trying to govern my pace by monitoring heart rate. It's become a bit of a game, trying to reach the time goal without exceeding 85-90% of my max heart rate.
I've been sticking to a walk-run training strategy, which has helped me slow my pace in the early stages of my runs so that I can get through the later stages more successfully. If I didn't do that, I know I'd be pooping out way too early and not getting the aerobic endurance benefits that are the whole point of these weekend long runs.
The good news (so far) is that the other benefit of walk-run -- validating what Galloway professes -- is that I don't suffer too much during the day or days after. I know I'm only talking 8-9 miles right now and 90-100 minutes of running, but this is usually the point in my distance training where I've experienced pain in the foot (ankles/arch) and find myself stiff and sore for the next day or two.
But instead of a 9-minute/mile training pace that would wipe me out when I was closer to 50, this walk-run approach down shifts me to a 12-minute/mile pace, which stinks for my ego, but does wonders for my recovery and avoiding injury. I have a long way to go, still, but starting to feel like I should provide a testimonial for Jim Galloway.
I'm not entertaining any notion of running a 4-hour marathon in November. My goal is to cover the 26.2 and enjoy the day, finishing without descending into the "pain cave." I expect that should mean a very pedestrian 4:30-ish marathon, but I'll be very happy with that. This is a bucket-list marathon and I want to relish it.
Still not getting leaner, though. Weird. Of course, I'm not logging food and still giving short shrift to strength training, so maybe not so weird.