Last week was Joshua's 6th birthday. I'm not sure who gets more excited for his gifts these days, Daddy or Joshua! He got a cool new Specialized Hotrock 6 speed, front suspension bike along with a new Fox helmet for his gokart!
On Sunday we celebrated the ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ with a great morning of opening gifts and breakfast followed by church and a great dinner with family. I was lagging a little after the "excitement" of Saturday night's trip to the emergency room at midnight for Joshua who had an ear infection. Never a dull moment, he is doing better now and I'm glad we got him feeling well again.
Race day always seems to take so long to get here, yet sneak up so quickly. Not sure how that is even possible but it happens every year. I know my level of excitement is rising with each passing day, and so are my nerves! I’m not one to obsess over things like weather or travel but get me within two weeks of a marathon and the little things aren’t so little anymore.
Last week was a prime example. I became ill toward the end of the previous week but decided to try to hit my mileage goal regardless of how my body felt. I got my long run in on Saturday and followed up on Sunday with 12 more miles at an easy pace. Come Tuesday morning, time for my next workout, and my knee was getting cranky with pain in my joint. I went out and tried to run anyway and ended up cutting my run short due to pain in my knee. Glutton for punishment, I went back out on Wednesday morning. I could run but I still felt something. When I got home and told my wife, without hesitation she said “it’s two weeks before
supposed to feel like that.” Boston
I shut my mouth and thought about what she had just said. She’s a runner and she’s run the
Boston Marathon twice so she’s got the personal experience to
say such a thing. She’s also been married to me for quite a while and has
experienced my training cycles for twenty five marathons. I like to
consider myself at least slightly intelligent and experienced, but her
statement was pure genius and such a thought had never crossed my mind!
So in my quirky way, I brought out the old good luck shoes and decided that this little “Phantom Pain” in my knee wasn’t going to hold me back. I may not have hit my “goal mileage” for the week, but I learned something. Even more odd, my last long run was on Saturday and I felt no pain at all! The moral of the story, listen to your body BUT in moderation.
Back to my week, I ended the week at 52 miles of running with another 5 hours of easy cycling. The illness appears to be gone and my legs feel like they’re coming around. I ran last week’s long run as a race day simulation in which I started my run at 10:00am and practiced using my race day nutrition.
This week I’ll do a workout which mixes 800m repeats at half marathon pace with “rest” intervals of 400m at goal marathon pace. On Saturday I have my first multisport race of the year, a duathlon, which I’ll use the run splits for my second workout of the week. My goal will be 45 miles of running.
|Me (left) and Frank after the Caesar Rodney Half Marathon|