Sunday, September 7, 2008
1 Run 1, Week 4 (BBOHR): Just A Little Bit Further, or How Three Miles Can Turn Into Six ;-)
Temp: 78° F
Start Time: 5:43 am
Distance: 0.30 mi
Time: 5:01 min
Avg Pace: 16:36 min/mi
Calories Burned: 31
Start Time: 5:48 am
Distance: 6.21 mi
Time: 1:05:07 min
Avg Pace: 10:28 min/mi
Calories Burned: 647
Start Time: 6:54 am
Distance: 0.35 mi
Time: 6:01 min
Avg Pace: 16:51 min/mi
Calories Burned: 37
Had a great run today. I let my sister sleep in & ran solo on the beach. I was the only one exercising on the path this morning until about 6 am. ;-)
I ran the same path as yesterday, but this time explored even farther, up two large hills on the golf course path. I felt pretty good as I bounded up the hills; the first was a gentle sloping hill with increasing incline & the second had a much sharper elevation.
For about the first 2 miles, I kept a solid 10 minute/mile pace. When I hit the 30 minute mark, (which was supposed to be the original endpoint of my run!), I was heading back home on the golf course path; I decided that since I was feeling rather energetic & hadn't yet reached 3 miles, I'd better keep going for another minute or two, in order to reach that point. I reached my goal about 31 minutes in, but just didn't want to stop. So, I kept going. In the back of my head, I was thinking, "Well, I don't feel tired, so why not keep going?"
After about 35 minutes, it began to rain, which felt really good. It was a gentle warm mist, & couldn't have been more perfectly timed. ;-)
About 5 minutes later, the rain stopped. I was still running, & still feeling pretty good. About 45 minutes in, I'd covered approximately 4 miles. The urge to keep running was strong. I kept telling myself, "Only 5 more minutes." So you can see where this is going. ;-)
Basically, the "only 5 more minutes" clause took me through a 6 mile run. ;-) I was really going to stop at 5 miles, but then somehow I looked at the pedometer & saw that I'd run 6.2 miles, or in reality, probably closer to slightly under 6 miles.
I'll admit that I wanted to see how far I could push my already tired body, to see what I could do today. I told myself to disregard the fact that today made 4 days of running in a row, & not to use that as an excuse to slow down.
Towards the end, I was clocking a 9:40 mile. On my last lap, there was a skinny, in-shape chick that had just started out on the trail; at first we were facing opposite of each other, but then I realized she'd soon be in back of me, as I was approaching a turn-around point on the trail. And I absolutely did not want her to pass me. OK, so it didn't matter to me that I'd just run over 5 miles & was not as "fresh" as she was, a runner who was just starting out on their morning run. And it didn't matter to me that she was much taller & thinner, & looked like she was in much better shape than me. Mind you, not more muscular than me, just the type of person who looked like a prototypical "runner," who'd probably been running all her life & had probably been the star of her high school & college track or cross-country teams. She was looking rather slick in her black running outfit; it was some kind of black singlet & shorts or bike tights (i.e., I wasn't paying attention to the details, just the whole effect of the outfit), & looked like some kind of sleek panther.
I know it's probably not "nice" to admit this, but sometimes when I see people who look like running "gods" & "goddesses" I have one of two reactions -- If they are running in the opposite direction, I admire them, but when they are running behind me, I get fiercely competitive & think of them as my "enemy." ;-) OK, well, I don't actually hate them, but this fire inside of me starts to build, & I can't stand the thought of them passing me. I just can't let it happen.
Yes, I'll admit it; I absolutely hate when people pass me. I've been known to speed up when I've been dead tired, & have nothing left in the tank, just so people won't pass me. I don't care if they're young or old, male or female. It's just not going to happen on my watch. ;-)
OK, so I'm a bit competitive, what can I say. The truth finally comes out. LOL.
Well, needless to say, she didn't get her chance to pass me. I had this fire that came out of nowhere, & kept telling myself, "Faster, faster!" Yes, it was one of those "Ya, ya, ya!" moments akin to the feeling an Alaskan sled driver probably feels when he whips his lash to make his dogs to go faster. ;-) "Mush!"
In fact, I verbalized my sentiments on the last lap by yelling out loud, "Arrrrrhhhh, c'mon!" in a loud, somewhat aggravated voice. Then I saw my Dad on the balcony. Whoops. Oh well.
I found out later that he didn't even hear me, but there were a few other people out on their balconies that probably did. They were probably wondering who I was talking to or perhaps thought I'd lost my marbles. ;-0
But I wasn't really caring at that point what anyone else thought.
Anyhow.... I sprinted the last little bit & then did my usual 5 minute cool-down walk on the path.
I originally wasn't going to run today, but due to some rather high-fat noshing the day before (i.e., several salty handfuls of almonds & macadamia nuts, some avocado, cheese, etc.), I decided I better run the next day to compensate for what I'd eaten. ;-) I was already behind the eight-ball upon my arrival, having guestimated that I'd gained a few pounds (i.e., possibly 2-3 lbs.?) before leaving for Hawaii. It's that darned post-running hunger problem - Arrrgh! It makes me want to eat everything in site! ;-)
I am determined not to undo my hard work of the last 4 days. No matter what I eat tonight I'm not going to be running tomorrow. So if the hunger beasty starts creeping up on me again, it's going to be lots of "water, water, water" for me. ;-)