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Sweet Long Run. Glass City Spectating. Smoking Tempo.

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Whelp, I went home on Thursday, planning on one of those tired from Wednesday intervals six milers, to find the old homestead in the middle of a crazy thunderstorm. I only had a short window to run in, and the storm chose that same window to blow and strike and roar. So I stayed in, then went to a HS production of Shrek: the Musical with Mrs. Dave. One of my Seminary students was Farquaad. Great job by the kids. After the unexpected day off, Friday's six was extra easy. Ran a new route through a neighborhood I don't usually see, then had to figure out how to make it the right length. That was fun. Mowed the lawn for the first time this year. It needed it. Since the storm on Thursday, we've been under a nice, cool air mass and Saturday was the most gorgeous day. It was supposed to be an eight mile day, but since I'd cut last week's short due to the heat and wind and maybe not being 100% recovered from my recent stomach ailment, I figured ten would be OK. Oh. My. Go…

Not announcing triathlon plans anytime soon.

I've mentioned recently that the sign of a properly done speed session is being barely able to do a slow jog for the cooldown. I've also voiced my view that if your easy runs are too fast then you aren't doing your quality runs hard enough. It's the same thing. That slow recovery run ought to be something that let's you recover from the hard one the day before. One of the things I really liked about my last job assignment was that if I got to the office early enough, it was a very short walk from the parking lot to the door. The new digs provide an even closer parking space to the entrance, but it's a large building and my area is a good 250 yards down several hallways and a long set of stairs. I hate it. Mrs. Dave laughed when I complained. I exercise when I want, OK? They have golf carts inside for maintenance and delivery inside this place. I've thought about snagging one some day. So, Monday's tempo left me pretty wiped out for Tuesday's easy m…

Far to Go.

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So I failed on Saturday's pace run. Don't feel bad for me. I'm not sad. It was (very) warm and (very) windy. The real problem was that I went out a little too aggressively for a) the conditions, and b) this early in the training cycle. Most of the time I pick a pace and try to stay as comfortable with it as I can. Smarter would be to adjust after a half mile or mile when it's clear that I chose poorly. Guess I enjoy the feeling of going faster than I ought to. Anyways, not for the first time, I determined not to make the same mistake again, and planned to be smarter for yesterday's tempo. 7:40, 7:39, 7:55, 7:39. These were just about the same pace as I started out on Saturday, and I was just about at my limit, proving that 7:40 is not where I can go for a pace run just yet. It was good for a hard tempo. Now that the bug is gone, I can use this workout to gauge where I really am going into Week 5.

The Comeback Week.

I have to say, it's weird to be sick with something that has no effects on the respiratory system. No cough, no sniffles, no sneezing, no chest congestion. It's much neater, I'll say that. Coming back from this intestinal thing seems to require the same sort of discipline and patience. I was doing OK with that part, too. Until today. But first, let's talk about this week, where I've been around the Loop, but having posted anything myself. I think most people would agree that's weird, too. T-Rex was in town. She has a week between semesters and we wanted to see her. That took up most of my evenings. Had four day work week and was doing the last of the hand-offs to my replacements, so my normally slow days were busy. Those are my excuses, if they're needed. Monday - Tried out a few miles to see how my recovery was going. Got about a mile in and knew it wasn't there yet. Cut it off at three miles. Tuesday - A little better. The team at work where I'm le…

In which I get viciously attacked by a bug. And thoughts on the Hansons mileage.

That escalated quickly. Talked a lot about paces a bunch last week, based on the VDOT numbers from Jack Daniels. His site is of course more accurate and detailed than my little experience with it. Obviously, setting up training around the proper effort for your fitness and ability is really important. Another thing I like about Hansons is the mileage. I mean that from a couple of perspectives. Like most runners, I love to run. Back in the day two-a-days were the norm. I've been able to do that again only a few times since college. It's a lot tougher with family and work obligations of course. As I've reached the end of the former and contemplate reaching the latter of those, I think from time to time about doing it again, but it's more apt to give me injuries than any fitness benefit. While I love the idea of running twice every day, I doubt very much my body and its assorted parts would love it as much. Knee, bunion, PF, hip, ITB, back. The list might go on. I found …

A word (or several) on the VDOT.

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Spare me the bourbon comments. I don't drink. Not the same guy, anyway. I've been thinking (a dangerous past time, I know), since I threw out that 3:20 numbers a couple of weeks ago (for the second time, I might add), just how in holy Hades I'm going to do that. Possibly, I'm just a little bit nuts. Looking at the numbers again last night and this morning, there are some thoughts. But first, for anyone who might have missed it from almost three years ago now, what happened. Like any reasonable marathoner, I wanted to run Boston. Once I got under 4 hours, I began to entertain the idea that it was within reach. Like most things in life, a person can do just about anything if they're willing to do what it takes. I tried a few more times, not getting much closer. That's when I discovered the Hansons Method. All the miles. All the speed/strength runs. All the long tempos and MP runs. From the front end, intimidating to say the least. But I wanted Boston, so I was w…

How about a photo dump?

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When I started TSFM2017 training a couple of weeks ago, it occurred to me that I could copy what some others have done and social media my way through these 18 weeks of prepping for this marathon - my 17th. I've started other hobbies and projects this way. It's been done before and will no doubt be done again. It's been done better and will certainly be done better after I'm finished. But this one is mine. Some days I just get the GaraminConnect app screenshot, other days I do a selfie, and on still other days there's something else to show. Here are a few of them (all seen already in FB, Instagram and Twitter - that's right, Dave is on the Twitter). Boston was once motivation. It is again. I'm going back. Maybe next year. Maybe 2019. First day in March that didn't require tights. Should I shave? 75 when you're used to 35 feels like 95. Some days it rains. So what? That keg is all muscle. Trust me. The sun'll come out tomorrow, right? Not this …