Getting my head around running faster

 

Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles

I missed my mid week workout and hadn’t been on a run since Sunday. Working from home on Fridays provides an opportunity to get in a few miles in the morning. An early business call provided a scheduling challenge. Despite my chronic tendency to procrastinate before running, I managed to get out before 7:00 AM and was rewarded with a cloudy sky that kept the temperature down. The humidity was another story.

My running experiences have gone from being exciting efforts that occasionally produced performance breakthroughs to embarrassingly slow cookie cutter efforts. I’ve used the excuse that I have to watch my speed to prevent further issues with my lower back. Even I don’t buy that anymore. I think it’s come down to the fact that I’ve lost the will and the knack for running fast.

The thing is, I haven’t consciously backed off on the throttle. Most of the runs I do today feel as difficult as the ones I did three years ago. The difference between now and then is measured in minutes per mile. Every time I go out for a run, I think about going to the track and running repeats. I don’t have any hope of managing 52 second 200’s as I’ve done in the past, but it would be great to break a nine minute mile once in a while.

I keep telling myself that increasing base past 6 miles will make it easier to maintain speed on shorter runs. I know from half marathon training that there’s some truth to that. But I haven’t felt the motivation to push beyond a certain perceived effort. The mind has to accept the challenge before the body can perform.

Hot and soggy but not too sloggy

Mush!

Today’s run (street): 4.7 miles

The needle on my motivation meter was firmly in the off position this morning. I watched the  temperature rise as the minutes ticked by. I couldn’t decide where to run and no option was particularly appealing. I went upstairs to change into running clothes, hoping I’d find some inspiration through that experience. I didn’t want to spend a lot of time on local roads so I headed over to neighborhood #2 for a slight change of scenery.

I’d watched the local weather report before my run and they made a big deal out of the low humidity. LIARS! The temperature was in the low 80’s making the soggy atmosphere feel like hot soup. There were many people packing up their SUVs with beachy gear as I ran by. They had the right idea. I compromised on my pace and floated my way south to the other neighborhood.

I followed an extended loop and stayed on the shady side of the street when possible. My easy pace kept it from being a slog but I regretted waiting so long to go out today. I ended up covering more distance than I’d originally planned and it turned out to be a decent workout.

When I looked at the map of my run, I thought (after rotating the map 90°) that it looked like a person driving a dog sled. I may have created a new category of artwork – design by GPS.

Attitude problem

 

Today’s run (street): 3.5 miles

I took a step backward this week by skipping my Tuesday morning treadmill run. I’d set up my gear the night before, and fully intended to do the workout. When I woke up, I felt exhausted and decided to skip my run. My schedule didn’t allow for any running on Wednesday and Thursday, so I was excited to get back to it today. I shouldn’t have got so excited.

Although my legs felt heavy and sore before I went out today, I expected to snap out of that once I got going. I headed out through the neighborhood, but couldn’t generate much speed for the first few minutes. My stride was constricted and I felt a little queasy. I was uninspired and it didn’t take long to realize that I was in for a tedious run. So much of running comes down to attitude, and this morning I had a bad one.
The thing that got me through today’s run was knowing that I only needed to cover a few miles. I tried to think positively about the circumstances; the weather was good and I appreciated being back on the road. Yet, when my Garmin chirped at mile one, I didn’t feel like I’d made much progress and I knew I had a lot more ground to cover.
Eventually my form improved and I began to feel better physically. I haven’t checked the data, but I think I ran faster as the run went on. Even so, I was disinterested in the workout and only looked forward to getting back home. There are days when the experience of running turns around a bad mood and provides a great feeling of accomplishment. Today was not one of those days.

Low mo leads to slow go

GPS margin of error

Today’s run (street): 3.5 miles

Usually, after a rest day, I’m more than ready to get back outside for a run. Today was one of those near perfect running days with plenty of sun. The temperature was warm enough for shorts yet cool and dry enough to keep sweating to a minimum. Despite all these positive conditions, I found myself unmotivated. My half marathon training schedule only required a 3 mile race-pace run today, yet I was mentally unready to do it.

I didn’t sleep well last night, and that probably explained the lack of drive I was feeling this morning. I didn’t consider skipping today’s workout, but time kept slipping by. We had people coming over in the early afternoon and I needed to get my run completed in time to shower and finish lunch. I decided to dial back the intensity and just do my mileage at whatever speed I could sustain. That got me out the door.

I set a pace that felt sustainable and changed up my route to keep it interesting. While I consciously avoided focusing on speed, I did successfully keep my cadence within my targeted range. I ended up running three minutes longer than I would have if I’d followed the race-pace plan. Although the skies were clear and sunny, my Garmin did a poor job of tracking my progress today (see comparison above). Further, I had no way to gauge my actual performance while I was running, because the readout was based on flawed data.

Tomorrow I’m due to run 8 or nine miles. I may participate in the GLIRC Clubhouse run in the morning if I feel up to it. Otherwise I’ll probably head to Bethpage a little later and do it on my own.

Snowbound and demotivated (but still running)

Our snowman is happy, but I’m tired of the treadmill

Yesterday’s run (treadmill): 3.25 miles
Today’s run (treadmill): 4.3 miles

I’ve been off the grid since yesterday morning, so I didn’t end up posting on Friday. It was a busy day, but I was able to work in a treadmill run in the morning. As much as I would have liked to run outside, the snow has been a barrier. I’d briefly considered running around the clear and relatively safe driveway loops at the nearby middle school, but I determined that would be trading one boring situation for a another.

This morning my motivation meter was very low. The thought of another indoor run was disheartening. I considered doing some type of cross training, but my options were few. On a day like today, having access to a gym would be great. I got on the treadmill and told myself that I’d mix up the workout, either by switching up the program, or folding in an elliptical session.

I ended up staying with the treadmill because I became distracted by Olympics coverage. I made it past four miles, but tedium prevailed and I couldn’t convince myself to go a full five. I was happy that I did the run, but I felt guilty for not doing more. I’m debating whether I should do an additional workout on the elliptical. The only problem with that is the need to go through the whole showering process again when I finish.

I saw in Footnotes magazine that GLIRC is doing another Clubhouse run tomorrow, although it’s not listed on the events calendar. I check the date again. I don’t know if the bike trail I ran with TPP and SIOR during the last GLIRC run are clear of snow and ice. If they aren’t, I’m not too sure that I want to risk a slip. But it would be nice to run outside. I’ll see how adventurous I feel in the morning.

Stalling for time, but getting it done

Well, I did finally run

Today’s run (Street): 3.9 miles

For no good reason, I just couldn’t get myself out the door this morning. I finally did, but it wasn’t for lack of stalling. I knew that every minute I spent taking care of “just one more thing”, it was getting warmer outside. And yet I found plenty of distractions that kept me from starting my run before 11:00 AM.

We had a family dinner last night and got home late, but I still got up fairly early. I got right into  work and that delayed me from focusing on my run plan. I usually prepare my gear while my wife starts her treadmill run, and get back home around the time she’s finishing up. I knew I was in trouble when I heard the treadmill’s motor slowing for her cool-down while I wasted more time. At that point, I considered taking a rest day. Somehow, I found myself getting dressed for a run.

The run itself felt a little harder than yesterday’s, and I wondered if I should allow myself a break with an easy recovery run. But I was committed to the tougher option, so I focused once again on my speed. I mixed up my route and even added an extra half mile to get closer to four miles today. In the end, I did good, but not great. The important thing is that I ended up getting the run in. Even if it took a while to get out the door.

Using guilt, once again, to jumpstart a run

Today’s run (treadmill): 25 minutes

I didn’t expect to run this morning when I got up. For no reason I could identify, I was too tired to do my planned workout. I drank my coffee, watched the news and hoped my energy level would rise enough to get me on the treadmill. Time was growing short, because I needed to head to the city for a meeting. I decided to start my run and hope for the best.

The reason I was determined to run was simple — I didn’t want to feel guilty for skipping my workout. It’s been said that the hardest thing about running is starting. I’m not talking about those runs that happen on a perfect spring morning. It’s days like this, when the “rest” option is so tempting. But guilt can be a powerful motivator and today it won out.

Rain dampens demand

While I was in the city, the weather quickly changed from sunny and bright to damp and dismal. I saw a number of Citi Bikes racked in various places, as I made my way through NYC (I took this pic near Grand Central). With the pouring rain, there were many bikes to be had. The idea of a Citi Bike is good. I try to avoid taking the subway unless I need to be someplace far sooner than I could possibly travel by foot, and I would consider a Citi Bike as an alternative. But I’m a long way from trusting that NYC drivers will safely share the road.

Business exhaustion + run exhaustion = redemption

Wheel of redemption

Today’s run (treadmill): 3.1 miles

I thought that leaving my job might profoundly change my life. Actually, it has, but not exactly in the way that I expected. I’d imagined myself taking leisurely runs on the trail each morning, followed by a variety of activities that I’ve put off for years. Despite those expectations, my running schedule hasn’t really changed. Highly anticipated activities, like returning to playing my classical guitar, have been put on hold. I may not be getting up at 3:30 AM anymore, but I’m working harder than ever.

Much of my attention has been diverted to a consulting practice that I recently started. Creating a business requires many steps, ranging from setting up legal and business resources, to selling services to clients. So far it’s been energizing, but all the meetings, calls and proposals can wear you out. That became evident this morning when some work I was doing distracted me past my scheduled run time. After forcing myself to stop, I realized staring at web code for hours had given me a pounding headache. Instead of a run I felt like I needed a nap.

We were up late last night, but I’d found it impossible to sleep past 6:00 AM. I’d planned to go to Stillwell for a trail run. Soon enough, I started self-negotiating to shorter distances on local roads. The wind was blowing hard outside, further eroding my motivation to do my run. I started thinking about forgoing my workout altogether.

In the meantime, my wife who was similarly tired from our late night, had completed her workout and taken a shower. She said it made her feel better, although she felt her run was harder than usual. Inspired by her, I made my way to the guestroom to face the treadmill. I made no pretense that I’d make it a speedy run. This workout was far more about maintaining commitment than improving fitness and conditioning.

I started by running a pace that was 15% slower than usual, and stuck with it until the display showed one mile. From there, I began to increase the treadmill speed every couple of minutes. By the time I’d reached two miles, it was feeling like five. The experience of watching the readout slowly tick toward three miles was torturous, especially since I’d increased my speed to a relatively brisk pace by then.

Considering the short duration, I haven’t had many runs that felt as hard. I was thrilled to kick down the speed after 3.1 miles for cool-down. Although I was wiped out, I was also energized, and my headache was gone. This workout felt like redemption and I was very pleased that I didn’t skip my workout. On the downside, I realized that I’d failed to transfer my Fitbit to my running shorts so I didn’t capture all those steps and distance. I may have lost all that data but I gained back some self esteem. 

My motivation to race is at an all time low

Today’s run (street): 5.2 miles

Lately, I’ve been struggling a little with motivation, but not to the point where it affects my commitment to running. After having two of my favorite races canceled in November, I think my competitive spirit has gone stale. The next race on my schedule is the Ho Ho Ho 5K Holiday Run that takes place in Bethpage. I ran it last year, but I’m considering skipping it this year.

5K’s require speed work, but I’m not that interested in doing tempos, fartleks or intervals right now. I recognize the benefits of a hard workout, but I think the moderate training runs I’ve been doing provide the same value. The idea of of lining up on a cold morning for a race doesn’t appeal to me at the moment. I’m thinking that the LIRRC 5 mile Hangover Run on January 1st will be my next organized event.

The Hangover Run appeals to me because it’s non-competitive. There’s a timer but no timing chips. In fact there’s no registration at all. Just show up, run and record you own time. But if I run my fastest time during this event, I will certainly claim it as a PR.

My big issue today was a feeling that I’d be bored on today’s run. Yesterday’s run around the neighborhood was a bit tedious and I was planning to go out even longer today. I started thinking about running with other people and how much I used to enjoy my workday runs in Central Park with Adventure Girl, JQ and others, or my runs at Bethpage and Belmont Lake with Dave and Brian. It made me reconsider joining a running club.

It turned out I wasn’t bored after all today. The lactic acid buildup in my legs was gone and though my performance was average, I felt great throughout the run. I do like running on my own where I can determine my preferred route and speed, but the experience of running with others also has great appeal. Perhaps I’ll find a weekend morning meet-up in the area. Running with a group might be a good step towards regaining my racing spirit.

Fighting the sleep fog for the good of the run

Today’s run (treadmill): 25 minutes

Am I done yet?

Every evening I follow a process to prepare for my morning workout. This involves a  few steps, beginning with check of the morning weather on the local news channel. I then select my running gear based on expected conditions at 4 AM. My favorite part of this process has nothing to do with running. It’s the discussions I have with my son and daughter who talk to me while I get my gear ready. It only takes fifteen minutes from start to finish, but I’ve had some of my best conversations with my kids during those times.

Last night my son and I were discussing sleep. I asked him if he ever looks forward going to bed and he said that he doesn’t like to sleep. He recognizes the need for sleep, but doesn’t like that it takes away from his (many) interests. I had to agree, to a point. As it happens, I typically get 5 to 6 hours sleep on weekdays and 7 to 8 hours on the weekends. Even with those brief interruptions there never seems to be enough time.

But sleep is seductive. Getting up and out of bed after a deep sleep is very hard to do. It’s especially difficult to maintain a commitment to run while your brain is still suppressing histamines, norephinephrine, and serotonin. The only way to break through the fog is to give yourself an ultimatum: “Regardless of how I feel, I’m running.”

That’s what it took today to get me on the treadmill. Once the machine began to turn, I was able to distract my focus from sleepiness to being semi-alert. I’m afraid of the treadmill so my safety instinct took over and, by the three minute point, I was running at target for the first phase of a progressive speed run. All residual effects from sleeping had passed, and I thought about pushing harder to get my heart rate up into zone 4. I ended up meeting my goals and felt energized throughout the run.

In the end, I’m always happy that I followed through on my commitment to run. It’s almost an act of faith to go through the motions of putting on running clothes while eyeing the bed that they sit on. But every time I run when I want to rest, I feel better mentally, physically and emotionally. You just have to believe that you’ll get past the fog.