Thursday, August 2, 2012
August 1, 2012
Even though legs felt a little shaky before even getting outside, the feeling went away for the most part. The best I've felt in awhile. 5 miles in 48:32, pace 9:42.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
July 30, 2012
My first run in 9 days. I missed last week due to Bible school, so I skipped Saturday, too. I think I'm going backwards. I've had difficulty completing 5 milers. I thought maybe a break would help. It didn't. I don't know what's going on. It took me 51:51 (10:22 pace) to run 5 miles - no walking.
I only got in 54 miles for July.
I only got in 54 miles for July.
Monday, July 23, 2012
July 21, 2012
I was able to run the whole 5 miles. The last mile I was barely getting one foot in front of the other, though. The temperature helped me make it. It was around 81 - about 10 degrees cooler than when I have usually been running. Pace - 9:46.
Friday, July 20, 2012
July 19, 2012
Still trying to master 5 miles. I had to walk again. I was feeling good enough that I thought I could push myself to complete the 5 miler at a slow jog. It was 91 degrees and breezy. About mile 3.5, I got a chill. I told myself keep running until at least 4 miles. Then I got "cold" before reaching mile 4, but I did it. Then I began walking, and walked about 3/4 of mile 5. I jogged a little in the middle. When I got finished, I began sweating like crazy and it would not stop. My clothes were soaked. My recovery heart rate also went up instead of down, from 138 to 150. It had also reached 197 during the run. My pace was 10:47.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Catching Up: Part 3
June 26 - Ran (mostly walked) 5 miles at 14:40 pace. My recovery actually went up from 100 to 112. I guess the slant of my driveway is steeper than I thought.
June 30 - I did 8 miles. Again, I mostly walked. It's been hot, and I've not been running consistently. I have also been dehydrated some, but don't want to type about it.
I finished June with 58.3 miles for the month. A year-to-date total of 488.3. So, at the half-way point, I'm only 11.7 miles behind pace for a 1,000 miles for the year.
July 3 - Did 5 miles at 10:01.
July 4 - Did 5 miles at 15:07. Mostly walked, as you can tell.
July 6 - Did 6 miles at 10:37. If I'm gonna go so slow and walk, I may as well add a mile.
July 7 - Did 8 miles at 12:36. Walked about half.
July 9 - Did 5 miles at 10:14. My max heart rate hit 213 - probably a glitch.
July 12 - Ran (not "did") 5 miles in 9:47. Maybe the previous heart rate was not a glitch, because it hit 205 on this run.
July 17 - Did (yes, back to "did"), but this one is a little different. I did some walking, some extremely slow jogging, and a couple of sprinting moments. My best pace hit 5:52 (see Part 1 for description), but my max heart rate only reached 191. I don't know how this could be when on the previous 2 runs it was over 200. Anyway... I'm not doing good. I'm not running consistently. When I try to run, I have to walk. I hurt. I've been taking stuff for pain, especially knee pain, before bed for a while. Now, I'm hurting enough some mornings that I have to take something. I also can't seem to get hydrated. I don't have to get up in the middle of the night. I usually pee before leaving work and then have to pee as soon as I get home. The other day we got home from work about 5:00 and I didn't pee until just after 8:00. I've been trying to drink more.
SOME WEATHER FACTS:
On June 29, the hottest recorded temperature in Nashville's history. The records date back over 100 years. The temperature hot 109. As the weatherman was talking about this, the TV screen showed "Nashville 109 *". The asterisk indicating a record. The screen also showed another city with an asterisk (I'm thinking "Crossville 102 *" for some reason). It also listed Clarksville, but without an asterisk, at 110. I guess Clarksville was the hottest in the state on June 29, but it was not a Clarksville record.
The day before (the 28th) Nashville set a record for that date at 107. It was also the hottest June 30th at 105. The same for a July 1, also 105. I didn't hear about July 2 or 3, but July 4 was another record - I think 102. July 5 another record at 104. Not sure about July 6. I think July 7 was a record, but don't know what. Finally got some rain on July 9.
The news also said that across the country 2,000 records had been set since July 1. (Nashville's was June 29). It also got so hot at Reagan National Airport that a planes tires sunk into the melting tarmac. Here's part of a news story:
"No one likes airport delays. We want to get where we're going as quickly as possible, please and thank you. But one plane on its way from Reagan National Airport to Charleston, South Carolina faced an extremely bizarre delay when it couldn't take off because the tarmac had melted.
Yes, the concrete actually melted. While trying to take off, the tires on the plane sank into the runway and the plane could not move."
June 30 - I did 8 miles. Again, I mostly walked. It's been hot, and I've not been running consistently. I have also been dehydrated some, but don't want to type about it.
I finished June with 58.3 miles for the month. A year-to-date total of 488.3. So, at the half-way point, I'm only 11.7 miles behind pace for a 1,000 miles for the year.
July 3 - Did 5 miles at 10:01.
July 4 - Did 5 miles at 15:07. Mostly walked, as you can tell.
July 6 - Did 6 miles at 10:37. If I'm gonna go so slow and walk, I may as well add a mile.
July 7 - Did 8 miles at 12:36. Walked about half.
July 9 - Did 5 miles at 10:14. My max heart rate hit 213 - probably a glitch.
July 12 - Ran (not "did") 5 miles in 9:47. Maybe the previous heart rate was not a glitch, because it hit 205 on this run.
July 17 - Did (yes, back to "did"), but this one is a little different. I did some walking, some extremely slow jogging, and a couple of sprinting moments. My best pace hit 5:52 (see Part 1 for description), but my max heart rate only reached 191. I don't know how this could be when on the previous 2 runs it was over 200. Anyway... I'm not doing good. I'm not running consistently. When I try to run, I have to walk. I hurt. I've been taking stuff for pain, especially knee pain, before bed for a while. Now, I'm hurting enough some mornings that I have to take something. I also can't seem to get hydrated. I don't have to get up in the middle of the night. I usually pee before leaving work and then have to pee as soon as I get home. The other day we got home from work about 5:00 and I didn't pee until just after 8:00. I've been trying to drink more.
SOME WEATHER FACTS:
On June 29, the hottest recorded temperature in Nashville's history. The records date back over 100 years. The temperature hot 109. As the weatherman was talking about this, the TV screen showed "Nashville 109 *". The asterisk indicating a record. The screen also showed another city with an asterisk (I'm thinking "Crossville 102 *" for some reason). It also listed Clarksville, but without an asterisk, at 110. I guess Clarksville was the hottest in the state on June 29, but it was not a Clarksville record.
The day before (the 28th) Nashville set a record for that date at 107. It was also the hottest June 30th at 105. The same for a July 1, also 105. I didn't hear about July 2 or 3, but July 4 was another record - I think 102. July 5 another record at 104. Not sure about July 6. I think July 7 was a record, but don't know what. Finally got some rain on July 9.
The news also said that across the country 2,000 records had been set since July 1. (Nashville's was June 29). It also got so hot at Reagan National Airport that a planes tires sunk into the melting tarmac. Here's part of a news story:
"No one likes airport delays. We want to get where we're going as quickly as possible, please and thank you. But one plane on its way from Reagan National Airport to Charleston, South Carolina faced an extremely bizarre delay when it couldn't take off because the tarmac had melted.
Yes, the concrete actually melted. While trying to take off, the tires on the plane sank into the runway and the plane could not move."
Catching Up: Part 2 - The Muddy Buddy
Sherri wanted to try the Muddy Buddy instead of running the Wilma Rudolph 5k/10k. She gets bored with just running on the road. The Muddy Buddy has obstacles along the way and a mud pit you must crawl though at the end.
When we arrived at the Cheatham County Wildlife Management Area (I believe this is where the Nashville Zoo used to be), I was surprised to see so many cars/people. They started the event in waves of waves, so everybody wouldn't hit the obstacles at the same time. The Bike and Run race started at 7:30. The run only races started at 9:00. When you signed up, you got to choose what time you wanted to start - 9:00, 9:45, or 10:30. We chose 9:45, so it wouldn't be so early at 9:00 or so hot when we finished the 10:30 race. Then, at the starting line, they would let so many of each time group go at a time. We wore timing chips, but we were only racing against people in the 9:45 race. When we first signed up, I think the run races were 3 to 4 miles. It increased to 3 to 4.5 miles. I guess because of our course some of the other increased, too. And, oh, we were in the Co-ed Masters category, because our combined age was over 86.
We ran along the barely wide enough for 2 cars, gravel entrance/outrance road, weaving around cars and people either coming or going. We then turned onto a less traveled road where the gravel had mostly disappeared. I don't recall which obstacles came in what order, but we climbed over walls, crawled under rope nets, climbed a rope to ring a bell, walked across balance beams without letting go of the other, slid down a bouncy house slide while people threw water on us, and some other things. However, the obstacles that were really obstacles were not the man-made ones. We had to climb MOUNTAINS! We went up, up, and up. There was nobody running. I couldn't believe that the bike people had to ride (push) up such a hill. Now, the mountain route was not on old road. It was a path about 5 to 6 feet wide cut out for this event. There were roots, rocks, and holes. You also had to watch for those smaller trees that didn't get wiped out, because they would snap back at you and leave a whelp. There were some with briers, too.
We also got to go down a mountain. At one point, it was so steep that you had to run, while dodging all the roots, holes, rock, etc. Then it was back up another MOUNTAIN!
Well, anyway, we finished, hosed off, and changed clothes. I would have like to have known how we did, but wasn't too worried about it. I'd check online later in the week. Plus, we had to get home and take the dogs out. Sherri wanted to see how we did, too, so ran back up to where the "action" was. There was a big board covered with papers for all the races and divisions. Some of the papers were on the ground; most of the race/divisions had multiple printouts as other teams finished. I finally found 9:45 Co-ed Masters. The places listed were 1, 2, and 4. Where was 3? Maybe 4 is actually 3. t didn't matter. We had done quite a bit of walking and I wasn't expecting a top 4 finish. I found a top 7 - actually top 6 since 3 was not listed - after searching through the papers on the ground. I decided to go ask someone; I had been through all the results and could see inside a tent that they were still printing them out. I had been gone so long Sherri came looking for me. When I asked the guy if he had the results for the 9:45 Co-ed Masters, he asked what our name was. I said, "I Have No I.D." I could tell on his face he was about to ask "What", but before he could look up, he saw our name, since it was close to the top - # 3. We finished 3rd! I guess when they were printing the sheets to post, someone said "I have no I.D." came in 3rd, so the other person didn't list it.
We got a 2 small little trophies that had vials to collect some mud in to remember the event.
When we arrived at the Cheatham County Wildlife Management Area (I believe this is where the Nashville Zoo used to be), I was surprised to see so many cars/people. They started the event in waves of waves, so everybody wouldn't hit the obstacles at the same time. The Bike and Run race started at 7:30. The run only races started at 9:00. When you signed up, you got to choose what time you wanted to start - 9:00, 9:45, or 10:30. We chose 9:45, so it wouldn't be so early at 9:00 or so hot when we finished the 10:30 race. Then, at the starting line, they would let so many of each time group go at a time. We wore timing chips, but we were only racing against people in the 9:45 race. When we first signed up, I think the run races were 3 to 4 miles. It increased to 3 to 4.5 miles. I guess because of our course some of the other increased, too. And, oh, we were in the Co-ed Masters category, because our combined age was over 86.
We ran along the barely wide enough for 2 cars, gravel entrance/outrance road, weaving around cars and people either coming or going. We then turned onto a less traveled road where the gravel had mostly disappeared. I don't recall which obstacles came in what order, but we climbed over walls, crawled under rope nets, climbed a rope to ring a bell, walked across balance beams without letting go of the other, slid down a bouncy house slide while people threw water on us, and some other things. However, the obstacles that were really obstacles were not the man-made ones. We had to climb MOUNTAINS! We went up, up, and up. There was nobody running. I couldn't believe that the bike people had to ride (push) up such a hill. Now, the mountain route was not on old road. It was a path about 5 to 6 feet wide cut out for this event. There were roots, rocks, and holes. You also had to watch for those smaller trees that didn't get wiped out, because they would snap back at you and leave a whelp. There were some with briers, too.
We also got to go down a mountain. At one point, it was so steep that you had to run, while dodging all the roots, holes, rock, etc. Then it was back up another MOUNTAIN!
Well, anyway, we finished, hosed off, and changed clothes. I would have like to have known how we did, but wasn't too worried about it. I'd check online later in the week. Plus, we had to get home and take the dogs out. Sherri wanted to see how we did, too, so ran back up to where the "action" was. There was a big board covered with papers for all the races and divisions. Some of the papers were on the ground; most of the race/divisions had multiple printouts as other teams finished. I finally found 9:45 Co-ed Masters. The places listed were 1, 2, and 4. Where was 3? Maybe 4 is actually 3. t didn't matter. We had done quite a bit of walking and I wasn't expecting a top 4 finish. I found a top 7 - actually top 6 since 3 was not listed - after searching through the papers on the ground. I decided to go ask someone; I had been through all the results and could see inside a tent that they were still printing them out. I had been gone so long Sherri came looking for me. When I asked the guy if he had the results for the 9:45 Co-ed Masters, he asked what our name was. I said, "I Have No I.D." I could tell on his face he was about to ask "What", but before he could look up, he saw our name, since it was close to the top - # 3. We finished 3rd! I guess when they were printing the sheets to post, someone said "I have no I.D." came in 3rd, so the other person didn't list it.
We got a 2 small little trophies that had vials to collect some mud in to remember the event.
Catching Up: Part 1
The run following my scary moment run came four days later on June 16. It wasn't that bad. I ran 5 miles in 9:14. At one point, I even hit a 6:06 pace - I'm not sure how the watch calculates this. I guess that, while running downhill, if I hit a certain pace for a nanosecond, that's what it records. I wish it would say how long the pace was maintained or the pace would have to be maintained for certain length of time. It was 82 degrees at 9:00 am for this run. I mention the temp for future reference.
June 19 - 5 miles at 9:30 pace.
June 20 - 5 miles at 9:26 pace.
June 19 - 5 miles at 9:30 pace.
June 20 - 5 miles at 9:26 pace.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Catchup? Not Today.
I was about to do a "Catchup" post, but saw that it has been a month since my last entry. I don't have time for that much now.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012 - Scary Failure
First, a little catch up since the June 2nd 5k: 5 miles on June 4, and 4 miles on Tuesday, June 5.
That's it, until this Tuesday. As I said in my last post, my running has been sporadic, if at all.
I set out for 12 miles that I was supposed to have done Saturday. I was kind of amazed at how comfortable running a 9:00 pace was for 5 miles. I knew I would get slower at the end, but felt good knowing I was able to do this. It was 83 degrees when I started at 5:30 pm, so the temperature may have dropped a degree or two by the time I was approximately 5.5 miles into the run. That is when I had a few moments of feeling a chill. I also began to feel myself push trying to keep that 9:00 pace. Mile 6 was 9:10.
I would be running by the Xterra that was parked in the Salem United Methodist Church parking lot at around 6.5 miles. I thought I should sip some PowerAde. As I neared the vehicle, I stepped it up a little - I was wanting to keep near 9:00, and stopping for a drink was going to hurt that. I had the keys in my hand as I neared the Xterra, popped the lock, opened the door, and felt like I was about to vomit. The feeling quickly passed and I gulped a little PowerAde. I took off with a new spring in my step and trying to make up for lost time. I didn't make it - Mile 7 was 9:32 - and the it all fell apart. By Mile 9 (14:28), I was having to walk! I thought maybe the break in Mile 9 would propel me for a better finish. Mile 10 was better at 10:10, but then Mile 11 saw more walking and was at 13:38. After walking into Mile 12, I decided to try to make it respectable by trying to slowly jog the whole thing. I did pretty good, even sprinted - well, the best I could - the last 0.2. 11 Minutes. Total time: 2:03:00. Pace 10:15.
But that's not the end of the story...
When I opened the Xterra door, I gagged a little as if I was to throw up. My tank was empty, so nothing. (The Atkins diet is not for running. No, I'm not on the Atkins diet. It just kind of happened that way. I grilled some cheap steaks on Friday night, ate at Longhorn on Saturday night, grilled cheeseburgers Sunday night, and then ate a leftover hamburger Monday night.) The next thing I knew was that I was having to hold myself up. My left arm was on the door armrest my right hand was on the seat keeping me upright. I was staring at the floorboard that seemed to be moving in slow circles. My peripheral vision seemed to disappear. I felt like I was about to pass out. I stood there for a couple of minutes. I was then able to make my way to the back of the Xterra with a towel. I was too queasy to think of taking a drink. I sat on the back of the Xterra. If you've ever hit your head hard enough that it felt as if the inside of your head enveloped the outside of your head, that is how I felt - out of my head - but without the pain, which was a good sign, I guess. I felt sickly and thought I would pass out any moment. I wished Lainey's car seat, a couple of lawn chairs, and a few other things were not in the back of the Xterra so I could lay down.
Several people had arrived at the church while I was running. I thought about going in to get help, but wasn't sure I could make it across the road and into the church. Maybe DeWain Harris would walk out on his way back to the parsonage, and I could get him to take me home or call Sherri. Why didn't I bring my phone!? I thought about just laying in the gravel parking lot until someone came out. I just sat there staring at the gravel, which seemed to be moving like a kaleidoscope, with the previous sentences running circles in my out-of-my-head mind. I got some relieve for awhile. I don't know if it was 10 seconds or 10 minutes, because I had closed my eyes and guess I dozed off. When I awoke, I was still dazed. With my mind floating just above me, the awful sickness in my stomach, and the flu-like feeling the rest of my body had, I was hoping that I would pass out.
After 30 minutes or so, no one had came out of the church. My peripheral vision had somewhat returned and my mind was back in my head, although it was still foggy. I decided to drive home. I tried not to move to quickly to avoid a more nauseated feeling. I drove home without my seat belt, because I was partially slumped over the steering wheel and did not want to move anymore than I had to. I was happy to see my driveway. I had dreamed of lying on my porch, but I was freezing now, so I went inside. Slowly, I made my way upstairs. I had about 8 oz of PowerAde with me. It had been about 45 minutes after the run, before I took my first sip. I sat on the side of the tub, taking little sips until the PowerAde was gone. Forcefully, I got myself into the shower. I was still a little dizzy, but feeling a lot better.
After the shower, I went back downstairs and poured a small cup of chocolate milk down my throat. Probably not the best thing for how my stomach had felt. It probably added to the feeling that I could not stomach any food, but I read that chocolate milk after long runs could help relieve soreness. After the chocolate milk downing, I grabbed a 32 oz PowerAde and went to my living room chair. I sat there for at least 30 minutes before I was able to open the bottle. I finally took a big sip. I nursed it about an hour, before I got the energy to go to bed. I made myself finish off the last 6 oz or so, because I sure didn't want it, before I headed upstairs.
It is two days later and I am still feeling the effects. I don't know how to explain it, but my mind still has a weird feeling. My legs are quite sore for running/walking 12 miles. I don't think they were this sore after my first half marathon. My lower back and across my chest are also sore. I don't know why.
I think I may not run again until Monday and back off the mileage. I don't have anything planned coming up soon, except the Muddy Buddy on June 23 (9 days) - sure glad it's not this weekend.
That's it, until this Tuesday. As I said in my last post, my running has been sporadic, if at all.
I set out for 12 miles that I was supposed to have done Saturday. I was kind of amazed at how comfortable running a 9:00 pace was for 5 miles. I knew I would get slower at the end, but felt good knowing I was able to do this. It was 83 degrees when I started at 5:30 pm, so the temperature may have dropped a degree or two by the time I was approximately 5.5 miles into the run. That is when I had a few moments of feeling a chill. I also began to feel myself push trying to keep that 9:00 pace. Mile 6 was 9:10.
I would be running by the Xterra that was parked in the Salem United Methodist Church parking lot at around 6.5 miles. I thought I should sip some PowerAde. As I neared the vehicle, I stepped it up a little - I was wanting to keep near 9:00, and stopping for a drink was going to hurt that. I had the keys in my hand as I neared the Xterra, popped the lock, opened the door, and felt like I was about to vomit. The feeling quickly passed and I gulped a little PowerAde. I took off with a new spring in my step and trying to make up for lost time. I didn't make it - Mile 7 was 9:32 - and the it all fell apart. By Mile 9 (14:28), I was having to walk! I thought maybe the break in Mile 9 would propel me for a better finish. Mile 10 was better at 10:10, but then Mile 11 saw more walking and was at 13:38. After walking into Mile 12, I decided to try to make it respectable by trying to slowly jog the whole thing. I did pretty good, even sprinted - well, the best I could - the last 0.2. 11 Minutes. Total time: 2:03:00. Pace 10:15.
But that's not the end of the story...
When I opened the Xterra door, I gagged a little as if I was to throw up. My tank was empty, so nothing. (The Atkins diet is not for running. No, I'm not on the Atkins diet. It just kind of happened that way. I grilled some cheap steaks on Friday night, ate at Longhorn on Saturday night, grilled cheeseburgers Sunday night, and then ate a leftover hamburger Monday night.) The next thing I knew was that I was having to hold myself up. My left arm was on the door armrest my right hand was on the seat keeping me upright. I was staring at the floorboard that seemed to be moving in slow circles. My peripheral vision seemed to disappear. I felt like I was about to pass out. I stood there for a couple of minutes. I was then able to make my way to the back of the Xterra with a towel. I was too queasy to think of taking a drink. I sat on the back of the Xterra. If you've ever hit your head hard enough that it felt as if the inside of your head enveloped the outside of your head, that is how I felt - out of my head - but without the pain, which was a good sign, I guess. I felt sickly and thought I would pass out any moment. I wished Lainey's car seat, a couple of lawn chairs, and a few other things were not in the back of the Xterra so I could lay down.
Several people had arrived at the church while I was running. I thought about going in to get help, but wasn't sure I could make it across the road and into the church. Maybe DeWain Harris would walk out on his way back to the parsonage, and I could get him to take me home or call Sherri. Why didn't I bring my phone!? I thought about just laying in the gravel parking lot until someone came out. I just sat there staring at the gravel, which seemed to be moving like a kaleidoscope, with the previous sentences running circles in my out-of-my-head mind. I got some relieve for awhile. I don't know if it was 10 seconds or 10 minutes, because I had closed my eyes and guess I dozed off. When I awoke, I was still dazed. With my mind floating just above me, the awful sickness in my stomach, and the flu-like feeling the rest of my body had, I was hoping that I would pass out.
After 30 minutes or so, no one had came out of the church. My peripheral vision had somewhat returned and my mind was back in my head, although it was still foggy. I decided to drive home. I tried not to move to quickly to avoid a more nauseated feeling. I drove home without my seat belt, because I was partially slumped over the steering wheel and did not want to move anymore than I had to. I was happy to see my driveway. I had dreamed of lying on my porch, but I was freezing now, so I went inside. Slowly, I made my way upstairs. I had about 8 oz of PowerAde with me. It had been about 45 minutes after the run, before I took my first sip. I sat on the side of the tub, taking little sips until the PowerAde was gone. Forcefully, I got myself into the shower. I was still a little dizzy, but feeling a lot better.
After the shower, I went back downstairs and poured a small cup of chocolate milk down my throat. Probably not the best thing for how my stomach had felt. It probably added to the feeling that I could not stomach any food, but I read that chocolate milk after long runs could help relieve soreness. After the chocolate milk downing, I grabbed a 32 oz PowerAde and went to my living room chair. I sat there for at least 30 minutes before I was able to open the bottle. I finally took a big sip. I nursed it about an hour, before I got the energy to go to bed. I made myself finish off the last 6 oz or so, because I sure didn't want it, before I headed upstairs.
It is two days later and I am still feeling the effects. I don't know how to explain it, but my mind still has a weird feeling. My legs are quite sore for running/walking 12 miles. I don't think they were this sore after my first half marathon. My lower back and across my chest are also sore. I don't know why.
I think I may not run again until Monday and back off the mileage. I don't have anything planned coming up soon, except the Muddy Buddy on June 23 (9 days) - sure glad it's not this weekend.
Monday, June 11, 2012
June 11, 2012 - Some Catching Up
Yes, it's been awhile, and my running since the Country Music Marathon has been sporadic. Now that I have been following the "Dr. Sykes Training Plan" of sporadic running, he has taken a more traditional approach of running four times a week and has added some cross-training. :)
My legs, especially the knees, have been killing me. I have had knee pain for over ten years, so the running (on pavement) did not bring it on. I think it has made it more constant, though. I believe years of other sports are the culprit - sliding, diving, cutting - with no type of workout or stretching in the latter years. We would drive somewhere, roll out of the car, and play softball until we lost two games or won the tournament. We would play two games in one night in a local league. And that was it - no practice or anything. In the early years, it was all out all the time even if it was backyard football, without any thought of injury, especially long-term effects. Some nights I just want to cry. Some nights I can't sleep well, because I can't keep my legs still. Some nights I go to bed a little earlier than usual, hoping that I will fall asleep and not feel the pain. Every night lately, I have been taking something for the pain - aspirin, ibuprofen, Aleve, Tylenol. I try to mix things up so not to build up an immune to any one type. Sometimes I will take one thing, and if that doesn't knock it, I'll take something else. I may go six months without any problems. That's why every night for about three weeks has me on edge.
As I said, running has been hit or miss since the CMM on April 28. I ran the Dash to Ditch Lymphoma 5k on June 2. I wasn't feeling it. I ate Papa John's pizza for supper Thursday night, had leftovers for lunch Friday, and the rest of it Friday night. Of course, I had other "junk" - cookies, candy, etc. in between. At least, I did spread a large pizza over three meals. The morning of the 5k my stomach was in knots. It usually is any morning I'm going to a race, though. This morning, however, I felt stuffed, too. I barely had enough room to get down some toast. I began to feel a little better on the drive out to the race. Once the race was on, I felt even better. I took off faster than I should have and ran Mile 1 in 7:19. I wanted to then keep everything under 7:30. That wasn't going to happen! I got realistic and hoped for them all to be under 8:00. That didn't happen either. I think Mile 2 was in like 7:55 and Mile 3 in like 8:05. Plus the tenth-mile. My overall time was 23:45 (7:40 pace). I thought this would be my second (possibly 3rd) best time. I knew one of the HC Fair 5k's was faster, but I wasn't sure if there were any others, so I was surprised to see that this was my 5th best. I don't remember the pain of those other 5k's, but I sure thought I worked hard in this one. I was 2nd of 5 in my 40-44 age group. 14th of 49 males. 17th of 154 overall.
I may have done better if I wasn't so heavy. Since I have been doing the "sporadic plan", I've put on a few pounds. On the Monday after the 5k, my weight hit its highest point since September (that's about 8.5 months!) I even survived the winter without packing on so much!
My legs, especially the knees, have been killing me. I have had knee pain for over ten years, so the running (on pavement) did not bring it on. I think it has made it more constant, though. I believe years of other sports are the culprit - sliding, diving, cutting - with no type of workout or stretching in the latter years. We would drive somewhere, roll out of the car, and play softball until we lost two games or won the tournament. We would play two games in one night in a local league. And that was it - no practice or anything. In the early years, it was all out all the time even if it was backyard football, without any thought of injury, especially long-term effects. Some nights I just want to cry. Some nights I can't sleep well, because I can't keep my legs still. Some nights I go to bed a little earlier than usual, hoping that I will fall asleep and not feel the pain. Every night lately, I have been taking something for the pain - aspirin, ibuprofen, Aleve, Tylenol. I try to mix things up so not to build up an immune to any one type. Sometimes I will take one thing, and if that doesn't knock it, I'll take something else. I may go six months without any problems. That's why every night for about three weeks has me on edge.
As I said, running has been hit or miss since the CMM on April 28. I ran the Dash to Ditch Lymphoma 5k on June 2. I wasn't feeling it. I ate Papa John's pizza for supper Thursday night, had leftovers for lunch Friday, and the rest of it Friday night. Of course, I had other "junk" - cookies, candy, etc. in between. At least, I did spread a large pizza over three meals. The morning of the 5k my stomach was in knots. It usually is any morning I'm going to a race, though. This morning, however, I felt stuffed, too. I barely had enough room to get down some toast. I began to feel a little better on the drive out to the race. Once the race was on, I felt even better. I took off faster than I should have and ran Mile 1 in 7:19. I wanted to then keep everything under 7:30. That wasn't going to happen! I got realistic and hoped for them all to be under 8:00. That didn't happen either. I think Mile 2 was in like 7:55 and Mile 3 in like 8:05. Plus the tenth-mile. My overall time was 23:45 (7:40 pace). I thought this would be my second (possibly 3rd) best time. I knew one of the HC Fair 5k's was faster, but I wasn't sure if there were any others, so I was surprised to see that this was my 5th best. I don't remember the pain of those other 5k's, but I sure thought I worked hard in this one. I was 2nd of 5 in my 40-44 age group. 14th of 49 males. 17th of 154 overall.
I may have done better if I wasn't so heavy. Since I have been doing the "sporadic plan", I've put on a few pounds. On the Monday after the 5k, my weight hit its highest point since September (that's about 8.5 months!) I even survived the winter without packing on so much!
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