Wednesday, October 26, 2011

What’s Done is Done

Do not underestimate the power of a good coach.

It’s time like these that I miss Teh ELF.  Not necessarily because the workouts would be any better or worse, but she would instill the confidence in me that I was doing the right thing at the right time.

It seemed like it had been forever since my last long run.  Heck, forever since my first twenty miler.  I did that one on a Friday before work.  I did my second one on a Monday, a holiday.  I had every intention of doing this one on a Sunday, but nooooooo….  of course it didn’t work out that way.

I tried really really really hard to take it easy Saturday.  I had four games on my ref schedule.  I thought I could easily handle two 70 and two 80 minute matches and save a little sumfin for my Sunday long run.  Oh, and save a little sumfin from that for my two adult 90 minute matches Sunday night.

Sunday morning, I woke up exhausted.  I tried to sleep in.  I guess 10 PM to 8 AM is a lot of sleep for me, but my body was just plumb wore out.  I made the executive decision to chill ax for the day.  I spoke with Dee Dee about maybe getting my long run in on Tuesday, and she agreed, after expressing concern about my race on Saturday.

My body felt old and broken on Monday.  Running the soccer pitch is hard work, even for Division 3/recreational soccer.  I guess my ref shoes have less padding and the grounds a little harder than expected.  (hmmmm, maybe that’s why my trail marathon hurt so bad…).  All day at work, I wanted to go run long, until I got up from my desk for something.

Tuesday afternoon rolls around and I’m both determined and dreading the run.  Despite the hills in my area, I decide to run from the house.  I come up with a rather clever plan to run the 2 miles down to the Publix, and then run the 2 mile loop on Rose Creek Drive 10 times, then run home.  This would give me my 22 miles for the day, and it would mean I would never be further than 3 miles from the house and have access to drinks and bathrooms.

My biggest fear was that my officiating over the weekend would trash my run.   Wise decision…

It was a beautiful day.  Temps started in the low 70s high 60s and dropped from there.  I felt surprisingly good.  The highlights from my run:  only getting yelled at by two rednecks and watching a juvenile squirrel get splatted before my eyes.

Around mile 14, my legs really began to hurt.  At mile 16, I decided to do one more loop then head home.  As I trudged up the hills back to my house, it proved to be a wise decision.  My legs were aching, even more it seems than after an Ironman.

With that, my last really long run of the raining schedule is over.  I have a half marathon race this weekend, then a 12 miler the Sunday before the race.  Have I done enough to break 4 hours?  I think so.  I hope so.  My easy pace is now in the 9-9:30 range.  That’s pretty close to my marathon goal pace.  I’m hoping with a proper taper, my legs will have the strength to carry me through the day.

What do I know for certain?  Those last six miles are going to really suck.

Happy hump day, y’all!

Wes

8 comments:

Michelle said...

I can't imagine doing a 20-miler after all that running you do during the games. Way to go!!! I KNOW you'll break 4 hours - you're doing awesome!!!! But yes, the last 6 miles will hurt. Bad. But it'll all be worth it in the end - I don't need to tell you that, though : )

LBTEPA said...

You are all set for an absolute blinder, Wes.

Carolina John said...

You got it. Have fun at the half!

Gotta Run..Gotta Ride said...

EYE ON THE PRIZE WES!

Target your goals this weekend and keep your head in it. Coach or no coach... you have everything you need :)

Colleen said...

I think you totally have it! :) Good luck with those last "longer" runs and make sure you take care of yourself so you are tip top for the marathon!

MAJ said...

The last 6 miles always suck. I don't care what anyone says, or how well you train, or how fast ya go.

What doesn't suck is how awesome you're going to feel when you cross the finish line.

:)

Freementia said...

You are the man Wes. Every time I read your blog, I want to go for a run. You are the Jones' and I'm trying to keep up.

iJuls said...

Go, Wes, Go!