Friday, February 11, 2011


One week after my, admittedly over the top and bit melodramatic, report of failing to meet a goal on a steady state training run I was back at the gym ready to get back on the treadhorse to see if he would once again buck me off. I was feeling a bit sore from the week's activities, in particular the leg weights session that left me a bit more than tender in the glutes and groin areas, and less than adequately prepared from a nutrition perspective.

Last night I did my part to devour a tub of Haagen-Dazs ice cream because the wife, whom I love and adore for just such things, said there simply was no room in the freezer and it would be a shame to have it all go to waste. (Mentioning that it was -15C outside and we could use THAT as our freezer seemed to fall on deaf ears...) She also made me a milkshake to top off the evening of insulin spiking. In short, my stomach was feeling more than a little "off" this morning before I headed out for a chilly 5km recovery run. It wasn't feeling much better as I walked over to the gym, thoughts of impending doom running through my mind...

This week I made sure to at least point one of the big fans in my general direction before getting on the treadmill and I hoped that the cold that had plugged up my airways was also finally licked for good. I punched in the necessary settings such as incline, body weight, duration of the run (which inexplicably cannot be set to anything more than 60 minutes!), and my warm up pace. Then the treadmill began to whirr and I was off.

The gory, or glory, details:

DurationSpeedPace (miles)Pace (km)

Yes! I did it! I just ran a full 10k at my 10k race pace in the middle of a training run! I guess that means that my fitness has improved since the Spring of 2009, huh?

It was tough from about the 30 minute mark on, but there was never really any doubt in my mind while I was running that I would finish this time around. Once the timer on the treadmill hit 35:00, which of course included my five minute warm up, and I only had 15 minutes of faster running left I kept myself distracted by just focusing on the individual time goals:

"Just get to 40:00 and then it's easy, only 10 minutes left!"
"Just get to 42:00, that's where I needed one of my breaks last week!"
"Once you hit 45:00 it's just five more minutes and only a little over a kilometre to go!"

You get the picture. The total for the run ended up being 7.34 miles (11.8km). And perhaps more importantly I don't have to type in the word "failure" in capitals, bold, and dark blue all over this post!

Happy Day!

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Blogger Nelly said...

Awesome! Nice work! 8.3 mph for 35 min is a long time! Your training is going great!

Why didn't your wife go for using the outside as your freezer? Just put it in the backyard! Haha. Sounded like you were overloaded with sugar that day with a milkshake too haha

February 12, 2011 at 12:37 AM  
Blogger Vava said...

Nelly: Thanks, but don't sell me short! I ran for 45 minutes at that pace. I'm sure it was a slip of the finger, but that last ten minutes was the toughest so I have to stand up for myself!

And my wife did not have a good excuse. If raccoons were the worry then we could have used the garage! For my part I didn't exactly put up much of a fight...


February 12, 2011 at 7:13 AM  

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