Sometimes it’s hard just getting out the door

Hooray, weekend runs are done

Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles
Yesterday’s run (street): 3.3 miles
Friday’s run (treadmill): 3.2 miles

It seems like a long time since I updated the blog. You haven’t missed much. Here are two things that are new since my last post.

1. My plantar faciitis in my left foot is pretty much gone but now I’m starting to have the same problem on my right.

2. I hate running.

Okay. I don’t exactly hate it, but I’m having a lot of trouble getting myself out the door these days. One of the best things about being a runner is imagining the possibilities on every workout. You can run inside or outside, on trails, roads, parks and tracks. Do local runs, long distance adventures and all kinds of races. Over the years I’ve done a lot of that, but these days I can’t seemed to break out of my same old route around my neighborhood.

I work at home on Fridays and, with limited time, have few options for my workout. That’s actually a good thing because, in that situation, I don’t feel guilty for following my quotidian neighborhood route. Still, I was not psyched to run on Friday morning but I knew I had to do it. I dressed and made my way outside only to discover a light rain was falling. Some people don’t mind running in the rain but I’m not one of them.

I headed back to the house and changed my running shoes for my Kinvaras that I use only on the treadmill. My last few treadmill runs had been tolerable so I didn’t think much of it, but a few minutes in I just wanted to stop. I was totally disinterested in the experience and considered shutting down and calling it a workout. I managed to bargain my way through the first mile where I promised myself I’d stop and reconsider the next couple of miles. I ended up doing my entire run but the entire time I was asking myself why.

Saturday was better, both in terms of attitude and weather. But not by much, and I managed to putter joylessly through my local route. This morning I had the same negative view of running. I looked at past issues of Runner’s World and Trail Runner for inspiration but could not convince myself to get in the car and drive to Stillwell or Bethpage for a long overdue trail run.

I ended up going around the neighborhood once again. It was perfectly nice but the entire time I thought about the type of runner I have become. What happened to the person who wouldn’t think twice about running the Bethpage trail to the Preserve and back on a Sunday morning? Or run the Dirty Sock course around Belmont Lake? Those workouts aren’t even on my radar these days.

While I am having trouble with my run-magination, I haven’t stopped running. I did consider cutting it short on Friday, but don’t think there’s a chance I would have done that. Let’s see how things go this week. I have a vacation coming up soon and I plan to try some more interesting runs and cover longer distances. Maybe that will get me back on track.

Going with the flow isn’t very exciting

Going with the flow

Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles

For no good reason, I had a lot of trouble getting myself out the door for this morning’s run. I knew I had to do it and that I would, but I spent a lot of time internally debating what my run would be. Normally on a relatively mild and sunny day, I’d consider my options and choose the most appealing option. Today nothing reached the level of appealing. I considered the treadmill because it’s easier to throw on shorts and shoes and grind out a few miles than gear up for the outdoors, adding layers, a hat, gloves, SPIbelt, phone, Road ID and sunglasses.

The sun influenced me enough to go out, but not enough to get in my car and drive anywhere. That left me with routes that would start from the end of my driveway. I thought through all the places that I run: adjacent neighborhoods, the business park and even the northern end of the Bethpage bike trail. I took the easiest option and did yet another run in my own neighborhood.

I’ve been running in my ASICS Kayano 20s which are well cushioned and don’t aggravate my plantar fasciitis. Just for a change (and because my PF has much improved) I went back to the NB Zante 2s today. I really like these shoes that are light as Kinvaras but have even more response. Today’s run was easy and I remembered to look at my watch to make sure I was hitting my targeted heart rate. I didn’t quite get there, but managed to stay around 81% of max.

Same old, same old

While I struggled to get my butt out the door to run three and a half miles today, my Buddies KWL and SIOR were running 13 to 20 miles respectively as they begin to wind up their Boston training. How do they get it done every day with all their other distractions of life? I know in the past I’ve followed a regimen that involved tempos, intervals and weekend runs as long as 12 miles. But marathon training takes a lot more dedication and motivation. My next frontier is to simply get back to 5-8 mile runs on weekends.

Yelling nice things on my runs

Weekend route triptych

Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles
Yesterday’s run (Bethpage bike trail): 5.1 miles
Friday’s run (street): 3.2 miles

Every once in a while my enthusiasm for running ebbs a bit. I’d guess that most runners experience peaks and valleys over the years but sticking with it is the thing that defines us. I am doing better these days in terms of stamina, but, right now, I view running mostly as a means to retaining fitness. I’m not detached from it, but I don’t think about it as often as I usually do. I know my enthusiasm will eventually return.

Even so, I am getting my workouts in. Friday I ran around the neighborhood before my workday started, covering my usual 5K route under very humid conditions. I’d hoped to defray some of the heat by getting out early enough to avoid direct sunlight. Unfortunately, the sun had other plans and it ended up being a hot and soggy run.

Yesterday I headed over to Bethpage to run the bike trail. I started about 8:00 AM which was probably two hours later than I should have gone out. Running in shade made it bearable. I’ve minimized my  sugar intake for over a month now. Besides losing ten pounds, I’ve also come to expect easier runs. For the most part I have, most noticeably in the way I feel at the beginning (no more starting struggles) and at the end (plenty in the tank for finishing fast). Yesterday, that was the case, except when I had the dual displeasure of dealing with big hills and baking sun.

At one point in yesterday’s run, I was coming down past the water fountain south of Haypath when two guys started calling to me. As I got closer I heard one of them say, “Is that Greg? We thought you were our friend Greg.” I said, “No, but I’ll bet he’s a good looking guy!” (yes they laughed).  Later on, after I’d turned around at Bethpage Park, I saw a guy who was dressed like me: white hat, sunglasses, reddish running shirt and gray shorts. I wanted to yell, “Hi Greg!” but I didn’t want to freak him out.

This morning I managed to get out a little earlier because I wanted to be back in time to watch the start of the Olympic men’s marathon. I was really happy to see Galen Rupp get the bronze, but disappointed for Meb who had an issue mid race that put him far back in the field. The other American, Jared Ward, finished 6th. Go USA!

I stuck close to home for today’s run, and changed up my usual route. I was coming down the hill on Jericho, past a Starbucks, when I saw a guy walking out to his car eating a bag of chips. He looked at me as I went by and said, “You’re making me feel guilty for eating this for breakfast.” I shouted back, “There’s no bad time to eat potato chips.” I’m such a wit.

I ended up covering 3.4 miles, a little more than I planned. I was also extremely lucky because the moment I finished my run, the skies opened up to a downpour. Like my prior two runs, I didn’t know my distance until I’d finished. That’s because I have to stow my Garmin in my SPIbelt due to the broken strap. As much as I’d like to continue to run with the FR210, it’s impractical. I need to decide whether to replace it with a new Garmin or look at models from the numerous competitors that have come into the market with reasonably priced GPS watches since I bought mine in 2010.

We’re supposed to get some relief from the humidity next week and I would welcome that greatly. Perhaps the cooler, pre-fall weather will restore my enthusiasm for all things running.

A good way to use a run

Je suis pissed

Today’s run (street): 3.3 miles
Yesterday’s workout (elliptical): 30 minutes

Were this was a political blog, I would be writing a few hundred words about how disgusted I am that a group of cowards killed a bunch of people in Paris last night. But this is a running blog, so I’ll keep it related to that.

I worked from home on Friday and had an early call, so I opted for an elliptical session to save time. I set the resistance higher than usual and really felt the effect of the workout by the time I finished. Another reason I’d stayed inside on Friday was the very high winds that made outdoor running unappealing. I was glad to see that conditions were milder when I got up this morning and looked forward to getting out.

After a couple of cups of coffee and and an hour watching the news, I felt deflated and unmotivated to run. It’s been almost 15 years since 9/11, but I felt the same way I did after all that happened. I got my act in gear just before noon and went outside. The winds had picked up, so I dressed as if it was 10 degrees colder. That turned out to be a good choice because I remained comfortable through the entire run.

Running is therapeutic and I appreciated how it distracted me from the news. I followed my usual Friday route (although it’s Saturday) and, despite dealing with some wind resistance, I got through my miles fairly quickly. The post-run lift put me back on track, and that has carried me through the day. I really hope to get out early tomorrow so I have time to cover a lot more miles, although the today’s three were really appreciated.

Learning to love the run (again)

Friend of the devil

Today’s run (street): 3.2 miles
Saturday’s workout (elliptical): 30 minutes

We spent most of this weekend in the city and that somewhat altered my running schedule. We had to get downtown fairly early for a college tour, so I did a quick elliptical session before we headed out. I figured that the amount of walking we’d do would compensate for a longer run I would have done this weekend. I’m not sure that’s true, but we certainly covered a lot of ground up and down the streets of Manhattan. This morning we visited Madam Tussaud’s. Touristy but fun. I even got to hang with my buddy Jerry Garcia.

SIOR and family were also in town last night taking in different sights. It would have been fun to run into them. She did eight miles yesterday and 15 today. When I expressed my view about running that many miles (ugh) I was sharply rebuked. I decided to try to see her point and view summer running as a positive. When we got back home I decided to cap today’s city walking with three miles of afternoon running.

I had in my head that it would be an easy workout. It didn’t feel too hot when I started and I immediately began thinking about the experience. Was I enjoying this run or was I doing what was necessary to maintain my fitness? I realized then that I am coming up on seven years as a runner and wondered if my current view of running (necessary but not particularly fun) coincides with that span of time.

Is there such a thing as the seven year running itch? The point where you’re pretty much the runner you’re going to be? There aren’t a lot new experiences and surprises when you’ve run the same basic route 1,000 times. SIOR has been running a lot longer than me and she still looks forward to fifteen mile training runs. How do I get there?

I ran my route and, like always, thought about my arm position, stride and cadence. I still care about how I run and that was an important realization for me today. The heat and fatigue from a busy weekend eventually got to me and, although the run was short, it couldn’t have ended sooner. Perhaps I need to rethink my running goals and even sign up for another half marathon. It’s not about the race. It’s about the training that I need to do to look at 10+ mile runs as fun again.

The man I most envy

 

Today’s run (street): 4 miles

Envy is one of the “Seven Deadly Sins” and it relates to many aspects of running. Unless you are an elite runner, there’s always someone faster than you. For the most part, I don’t begrudge the running achievements of others. In fact, when I see my fellow Runsketeers PR and podium, I’m sincerely thrilled. A lot of that has to do with the work they do to get there. It’s far more than I’m willing to do.

When it comes to running, the person I envy most is me. Huh? Let me explain. I don’t envy myself while I run. That would be more like self pity. For instance, this morning’s run was really cold and I was very uncomfortable. I tried to get some speed going, but my lower layers were restricting my full range of motion. My eyes were watering from the wind hitting me in the face.

It was then that I started to envy myself. Not the me of the moment, but the future me. The me who, thirty minutes later, would be sitting in my warm dining room with a hot cup of coffee and a Kind bar. Oh how I envied that lucky bastard as I ran along the uneven and unyielding sidewalk so that I could avoid all the cars, recycling trucks and school buses.

Just to be clear, I don’t always envy my future self. Running can be hard, but it can also be a great experience that’s looked back on fondly by future me. While envy is a sin, it can provide great motivation. How many of us have stepped up our pace during a miserable run just to get through it faster? Technically, that’s impatience, which I don’t think is a sin. But that impatience does lead to the fifth Deadly Sin, “Feet that are swift to run into mischief.”

Hope for the Warriors, but not for my speed

Flag dedication at Hope for Warriors race

Today’s run (street): 5.4 miles

This morning was spent at the Hope for the Warriors race in Lindenhurst, NY. For the first time in four years, I didn’t participate, but I came to support my family who served again as race volunteers. Last year my wife and kids manned the registration desk while I ran the 10K race. I decided to skip the race this time, for the same reason I missed the 2014 Dirty Sock, Cow Harbor and TOB Supervisor’s run. I’ve lost interest in competing.

I don’t know exactly why the thrill of racing is no longer there for me. I used to love the experience of training for a race and reaching the point where I knew I could hold my own. Between 2009-2012, I generally finished in the top 25-30% of the field in 5Ks and usually in the top 50% at other distances. My performance has been steadily slipping since then. It’s hard to get motivated to race under those circumstances.

The frustrating thing about it is that I can still run fast when I really try, but it takes much more effort than it used to. I’m sure my speed decline is partially due to training easier than in the past. When I was commuting into the city I would get up and run at 4:00 AM just about every day. Those runs focused on speed for practical purposes. I had only so much time to run my route so that I stayed on schedule to make my early train.

My weekly volume at that time was about 20 miles a week and I would regularly break 9 minutes a mile. Today, I am covering 15-20% less distance per week and 60% of that is done as longer, slower runs. Except for those rare times when I do a speed workout, I haven’t broken 9:00 per mile in over a year.

Today, after we’d returned home from the race, I did a neighborhood run and pushed especially hard on my last mile. My split was 9:37 and it felt like I was running at 5K pace. In fact, 9:37 was my pace at my last 5K.

Due to the earlier activity, I didn’t get out for my run until 10:30 AM this morning. While I ran, I thought about the experience of being at the race but not participating. At one point, three young guys had walked by me talking about the 5K they were about to run. I’d forgotten the 5K race was an option and, for a second, I regretted that I didn’t just sign up for that.

Being among the runners this morning did not rekindle my excitement for racing as I’d hoped, but it did motivate me to try to train a little harder so I could put in a credible performance in a 5K before year’s end. It’s been a lot of months since I ran the Brooklyn Half, which is the last race I’ve run in 2014.

Congrats to TPP, who absolutely rocked it at Hope for the Warriors today, attaining a 10K PR and (yet another) age group placement!

More tricks than treats

 

Happy Halloween. In the realm of trick or treat, today was a trick. Fridays are usually a treat because I can work from home and save up to four hours of commuting time. I take advantage of this extra time by going out for a morning run where I can cover 3-4 miles and still keep to my workday schedule. Instead of working from home today, I needed to go into the office. I didn’t mind, but I was disappointed to lose my opportunity for an outdoor run.

I’d set up my gear for an early morning treadmill workout, but when I got up, I wasn’t in the mode to do it. I regret it now, but this morning I felt too tired to run. I had to go through the humiliating process of putting my workout clothes back into drawers. I felt guilty about that, but not enough to change my mind.

Due to missing today’s run, I’ll likely have a low mileage week. The weekend weather does not look promising and it may interfere with my running. I think the NYC marathoners will face some tough conditions as cold temperatures and high winds are predicted for Sunday. Getting outside for a long run tomorrow morning would be treat. I’ve had more than enough tricks today.

Hiatus from racing

 

Today’s run (street): 4.6 miles

The Dirty Sock Run happens in 30 days and I’m thinking of skipping it. In fact, I’m also considering skipping the Cow Harbor 10K in September. I’ve always enjoyed these two races, so this would represent a big gap in my racing schedule. Although I continue to look forward to my runs, I’ve become disinterested in racing.

I’m only running half the days that I did prior to my return to commuting and this disrupts my running schedule. It also undercuts my excitement about competing. My performance has definitely taken a nosedive and that’s probably contributing to my lack of racing spirit.

I got out this morning for the first time since Sunday and had a nice run. We’ve had a respite from the rainy, humid weather and it felt good to be outside. I’m not sure what I’ll do tomorrow because I have an early dentist appointment. I’m planning to go for a run after that. I hope it doesn’t get too hot.

I’m going to try to return to workday running at 4:00 AM, starting with a 25 minute treadmill run one morning a week. If that works out, I can expand the days and maybe even go back to early neighborhood runs.

Running excitement waning, but not the commitment to run

Today’s route

Yesterday’s run (street): 4.25 miles
Today’s run (street): 5.6 miles

I just passed 1,800 posts and it took me a lot longer to get to that milestone than I would have expected. That is due to a drop in my blogging frequency and it relates directly to my reduced number of runs per week. This year has brought changes to my running, both in terms of outlook and performance. It’s not a matter of losing interest, but my level of excitement has definitely waned.

Yesterday’s run in my neighborhood was the first I’d done since last Sunday’s trail run. I went out only because I had to. My schedule allows just three days a week for running and I need to make those runs count. But instead of feeling the joy of the run, these days I’m only feeling the obligation. Still, I didn’t hesitate to prepare and get outside. While I no longer question my commitment, I miss the excitement and anticipation of the experience.

This morning I targeted five miles and went a little longer than that. I couldn’t face another run through my neighborhood. After a loop around some nearby roads, I headed over to a nearby business park. My level of engagement was higher today than yesterday. The weather at 7:00 AM was nearly perfect. I did a couple of loops around the park and noticed a wooded section that reminded me of the Central Park lower path.

I ended up running through an adjacent neighborhood before returning home. Tomorrow I hope to run a little longer, perhaps at Bethpage. I do like running there and with the long straight trail, I can detach from the run and think about things (or, better still, not think about anything). I usually gain back more interest in my running by the end of my Sunday workouts. Too bad I have these long gaps between Sunday and Friday.