A Simple Running Log

February 22, 2018

Training for 2/22/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:41 pm

Today, I was supposed to run 9 miles. I wasn’t really feeling it. All that nice weather from the past two days had been replaced overnight by cold wind, and it was supposed to start raining sometime. It was not a very motivating scene when I looked out the back doors from the couch, snuggled up with a dog I knew was going to be mad if I left him to run.

Well, I waited until almost as late as possible, but I got myself out there, and boy was I glad I did.

I had a freaking awesome run! The first few miles were mostly into the wind, but they got progressively faster anyway — 8:57, 8:45 and 8:32.

Then I turned out of the wind, for most of the rest of the run, and that was when things got really fun. I just kept speeding up. Miles 4 and 5 were 8:12 and 8:05, and the next three were all just under 8:00. I didn’t even care that what had just been a drizzle when I left had increased to a steady rain. I was just skimming along, enjoying the playlist on my iPod (I love that waterproof shuffle.)

A mile from home, I slowed up a bit for a cool down, but even that last full mile was 8:18.

I finished the 9.1-mile loop in 1:15:32, an 8:18/mile average.

That brings my total mileage over the last six days to almost 50 miles on the dot. I’m going to take tomorrow off running so I’ll be ready for the upcoming final big mileage weekend, 20 on Saturday and 10 on Sunday. I’m actually kinda looking forward to it.

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February 21, 2018

Training for 2/21/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:22 pm

I had a much better run today!

It was even warmer today than yesterday. It was a little weird to go for a run in February wearing shorts and a tank top, seeing someone out driving in a convertible with the top down and later smelling someone else’s grill, but I’m definitely not complaining.

I had another short easy 5-miler on the schedule, so I did a lap around the 5.5-mile loop. I had no digestive issues and my legs felt much peppier than they had yesterday. It was a nice little run and I finished in 47:16, an 8:36/mile average.

Today I learned something cool. A few weeks ago, the Shamrock organizers announced beginning this year, they’re going to recognize Legacy Runners, those who have participated in at least five consecutive years of Shamrock weekends. This is my ninth consecutive year if I count the marathon I DNF’d in 2010. Either way, I more than qualify as a Legacy Runner, so I’ll get a special race bib and then a finisher’s pin. Finally, someone is recognizing my inexplicable devotion to a race 3.5 hours away on a course that is usually getting punished by Mother Nature that time of year.

February 20, 2018

Training for 2/20/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:46 pm

I’ve run twice since I last posted. One was fine, the other was… not.

Yesterday, I ran the easy 5-miler on the schedule. It was overcast but warm enough for shorts and a long-sleeved tee. I ran a nice, even lap around the 5.5-mile loop at an 8:39/mile average pace.

Then there was today. I had the middle distance run on the schedule, a 10-miler. It had warmed up even more, so I could wear a tank top. It was also pretty breezy.

I felt like crap from the get-go. My legs felt like lead, and I could tell my GI tract was getting wound up. Two miles in, I had to stop in the woods to use the bathroom. Three miles later, I had to stop again.

After that second stop, my stomach pretty much just cramped up for the rest of the run. I ran-walked the second half of the run, stopping for a third time about a mile and a half from home. It sucked.

Not sure what that was all about, but it was 10.1 miles in the books, albeit a slow 10.1 miles; my final average pace was almost a minute per mile slower than yesterday’s run, 9:36/mile.

February 19, 2018

Training for 2/19/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:02 am

I actually stuck to my training plan this weekend!

Saturday, I did the shorter run on the schedule, a lap around the 6.5-mile loop. It didn’t feel as smooth as some of my runs earlier in the week had, but I managed an 8:37/mile average pace.

That afternoon, Clark and I went to Fenwick to see his mom, who just had eye surgery last week. On the way there, we stopped at the New Balance store in Rehoboth, where I picked up my first pair of the latest update on the Zantes. The store only had one color, a not very exciting gray, but after I used a coupon and a gift card, they only cost me $15, so I didn’t really care.

We spent the rest of the day and evening hanging out with Clark’s parents at their place in Fenwick. It was almost 1:30 a.m. when we got home and I got to go to bed.

Sunday morning, I couldn’t sleep in too much if I wanted to get in my long run before I was supposed to be at a birthday party for my friend’s kid in the early afternoon.

I was looking forward to trying out my new shoes, but not much else. It was chilly and kinda windy, which I hate running into.

I waited about as long as I could before I got dressed, mixed some Tailwind in my water bottle and headed out.

The way the wind was blowing, I didn’t really have to run head-on into it until the last 3.5 miles, so the first 10 or so weren’t bad. And of course, that meant by the time I did have to run into the wind, I only had a few miles left.

I had 12 on the schedule, but I tacked on an extra spur to make it a hair over a half marathon. I ran 13.2 miles in 1:56:50, an 8:51/mile average. A good long run overall. I was happy with it.

I got home in time to get cleaned up and get to the birthday party (almost) on time. After the party, Clark, Pepper and I went over to my parents’ house to watch the Daytona 500. Jimmie stupid Johnson wrecked for the third time this year and finished 38th haha. It seemed like just about everyone else wrecked at some point too.

In the end, Austin Dillon, driving the No. 3 for Richard Childress (his grandfather) led the last lap — the only lap he led all day — and won. Of course the announcers made a big deal about it being 20 years since Dale Earnhardt Sr. won his only Daytona 500, in the No. 3, for Childress.

This coming week is the last big mileage week before Shamrock. It starts today with a short easy run after I get some crap done for work.

February 16, 2018

Training for 2/16/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:15 pm

I didn’t run today. Pepper had a REALLY rough morning, going outside multiple times to puke in between wandering the house aimlessly and staring at me because he clearly didn’t feel good. He finally settled down earlier this afternoon, but I was too worried he’d have another episode while he was stuck in the utility room if I went for a run, and the thought of that made me feel terrible. So I skipped it. I’ll do a little strength training and maybe some yoga instead.

This weekend, I’ve got a 12-miler and a 6-miler on the schedule.

More importantly, Sunday is the DAYTONA 500! NASCAR is back for real! Last night, they ran the Can-Am Duels, the two races to set the rest of the lineup, after they set the front row in qualifying last weekend. In the first Duel, Jimmie stupid Johnson wrecked his second car of Speedweeks — he also wrecked in last Sunday’s exhibition race — so he’s already down to the last car his team brought to Daytona. Ha!

After the Duels, they showed abbreviated replays of the 1988 and 1993 Daytona 500s. I love watching those old broadcasts. I don’t remember watching the ’88 500 (I was not quite 5 years old), when Bobby Allison got what would be his last Cup win. But I do remember watching it in ’93, when Dale Jarrett held off Dale Earnhardt Sr. to win.

February 15, 2018

Training for 2/15/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:44 pm

Today, I tried to do the 45-minute tempo run on the schedule.

It was more than warm enough for shorts and a tank top, and humid and breezy on top of it.

I did a mile in 8:32 to warm up, then tried to slowly speed up. Mile 2 was 8:15 and the third mile was 7:55.

But I was gassed! I don’t know if it was the sudden warm, humid weather, or if I was still a little worn out from the 50K or what, but I had to take a walk break to get my breathing back under control before I trotted the rest of the way home.

The fourth mile with the walk break was 8:43, mile 5 sped back up to 8:11 and the last half-mile was run at a 7:40/mile pace. I finished the whole loop in 45:29, an overall average pace of 8:16/mile, so I guess I kinda sorta did a 45-minute tempo run after all.

February 14, 2018

Training for 2/14/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:26 pm

Happy Valentine’s Day!

My valentine is in Pennsylvania at the moment, and my backup valentine already had his own valentine.

pepper in a blanket

Clark’s mom sent this blanket home with Pepper when we got back from California last week. It quickly became clear why. He LOVES this thing!

pepper snuggling with blanket

He’s constantly either wrapped up in it or lying on it. It’s adorable.

Anyway, I had to tear Pepper away from his blanket for a little bit this afternoon and put him in the utility room so I could go for my run.

It was a little chilly and breezy, but a nice day. I did the middle distance run I skipped yesterday, a lap around the 6.5-mile loop. I felt just as good as I did Monday and ran the loop in 55:21, an 8:30/mile average.

February 13, 2018

Training for 2/13/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:18 pm

Yesterday, after the rain ended, I went out and ran a lap around the 5.5-mile loop. I was expecting it to be a little sluggish, but I guess after nearly 32 miles of slipping in mud two days earlier, my legs just really appreciated the nice, dry pavement, because I felt great and ran the loop in 46:11, an 8:23/mile average.

Today, I was supposed to do this week’s middle distance run, which is cut back to six miles. I didn’t do it though. Clark is gone on business for the next couple of days, and I have a meeting to cover for work tonight, so I felt guilty about leaving Pepper home alone to run when he was going to have to be alone again tonight while I’m at work.

I did just sign up for another race though! I’m running the half marathon at the Coastal Delaware Running Festival in Rehoboth on April 22. I now have a race scheduled for every weekend in April.

I’ve never done Coastal Delaware, but everyone I know who’s run it has nothing but good things to say about it. The course was changed this year to start and end on the Rehoboth boardwalk, and the half goes through Gordon’s Pond and Cape Henlopen state parks, so it looks really nice.

There’s a challenge option — run the 5K on Saturday and either the 9K, half or full Sunday — but it was another $45 to add the 5K, which is Southern California money for a 5K, on top of what already felt like a steep price for a half. No thanks.

I signed up for it because Clark said he’s running it. He’s pretty much signing up for every local half marathon before Eagleman. I get it — races are so much more fun than solo training runs.

February 12, 2018

Algonquin 50K recap

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 12:34 pm
sticker

Prophetic sticker is prophetic.

Having run this race last year, I thought I knew exactly what I was getting into this weekend at the second annual Algonquin 50K through Pocomoke River State Park. I was expecting mud, icy cold standing water and beach sand. Somehow, the course was way worse than I remembered! Maybe we got more rain leading up to it, which explains why there was so much more seemingly unending mud and shin-deep water, but the difficulty level just felt cranked up across the board.

Whatever the reason was, the course kicked my ass, and even though a reroute made it more than a half-mile shorter than last year’s, I was a few minutes slower, finishing 31.8 miles in 6:02:43.

Still, that’s six-plus hours on my feet, which is always great training for an upcoming marathon, and I made it to the finish line long before the race dictator started smashing finisher’s mugs!

Friday evening, I went to Hopper’s Taphouse for packet pick-up. I thought this race had some nice swag last year, but they stepped it up. The race shirts are a very nice soft cotton short-sleeved shirt (not good for running, but definitely perfect for hanging out afterwards) and we had a choice of a gray or green beanie with the race logo on it.

shirt and hat

By the way, “cross-county” is not a typo. The trail crosses into another county at some point.

We also each got a free pair of Injinji socks. Those are some nice socks!

This year’s bibs were personalized too.

personalized bib

Mine pinned to my shirt and ready to go.

And finally, we got a flier for another upcoming race, a 15 percent off coupon to a local shoe store, a sticker with the race logo and the sticker at the top of this post.

I ate half a decent-sized pesto chicken pizza and had a beer for dinner there, and then Melissa and I headed back to her house, where I spent the night, cutting my travel time to the race site the next morning by half.

The race started a half-hour later this year, ensuring we’d have full sunlight from the get-go. That also gave Melissa and me an extra half-hour of sleep, and when we got to the race site at the Milburn landing of the state park, it was light enough out we didn’t need a headlamp just to find our way from the parking lot to the pavilion.

The race has a drop bag option for the mile 15 aid station. Last year, I left a drop bag, but I wound up not needing anything in it, other than swapping out an earband for a baseball hat. This year, it wasn’t even cold enough to need an earband at the start, so I skipped the drop bag altogether.

We were there with plenty of time to use the bathroom as needed and stand around the fire in the pavilion before we absolutely had to head out to the start line (it was not a cold day for February by any means, but it was a little chilly just standing around in our running clothes.)

melissa and me before (michael perry)

Melissa and me before the start. (Michael Perry photo.)

Around 7:20, we gathered near the start line for directions from our race dictator, Trent, and at 7:30 on the dot, we were off!

ALQ 50K start (brian holt)

Just after crossing the start. (Brian Holt photo.)

FYI — all of the race pictures were pilfered from the race’s Facebook group, so I will note photo credits.

The 4-mile section to the first aid station was fine. A little muddy in a couple places, but nothing we couldn’t just run through. Those miles were all well under 10:00, which is a good clip on a trail for me.

We popped out of the woods just before mile 4, arriving at the first aid station.

mile 4 (michael perry)

Finishing the first section. (Michael Perry photo.)

I saw a guy handing a volunteer his cold weather hat and asking them to hang on to it, so I did the same with my gloves. I grabbed a handful of M&Ms and went on my way.

first aid station (brian holt)

We hadn’t hit the real mud yet, so I’m still smiling. (Brian Holt photo.)

There was a very short section of paved road just after the aid station. Then we turned onto a dirt road for about the next mile, and then onto the Algonquin cross-county trail.

Just like last year, it was at about the one-hour mark that I first had to completely submerge my shoes to get through a mud puddle stretching across the whole trail. Right as we were coming up to it, a guy near me yelled “Yes! This is what it’s all about!”

At mile 7, the course split off from the Algonquin trail. The next six miles were a section we’d only run on the way out, before rejoining the trail.

We hit some more mud and cold water, and one part of the trail that looked like it’d just recently been blazed through the forest, but the next couple of miles was mostly still completely runnable.

15K mark (joe andrews) resized

Around the 15K (9.3-mile) mark. Got a little mud on my shoes but still chugging along. (Joe Andrews photo)

The second aid station was around mile 10. I got my bottle topped off with water (I’d put some GU Roctane energy drink mix in it), ate a white potato wedge covered in salt and some more M&Ms and continued on my way.

The next five-mile section to the third aid station was when things started getting tougher. Right after the mile 10 station, we ran up a paved road and then turned onto the sand.

I remembered it from last year, but I thought it was only about a mile last year. It felt a lot longer this time! I ran the downhills and flat parts and hiked the uphills.

mile 11 sand (staci griffith rogge)

Sand sand sand! (Staci Griffith Rogge photo.)

Around mile 11, we passed someone’s beach day set up.

Algonquin Beach (staci griffith rogge)

Algonquin Beach Resort. (Staci Griffith Rogge photo.)

Around the 20K mark, I got passed by the Goat Man for the second time.

goatman at 20K (alexander mcrae)

The Goat Man coming up on another victim. (Alexander McRae photo.)

The Goat Man is one of many ghost stories from the supposedly haunted Pocomoke Forest. OK, so this one was actually a dude in a costume running the race. He passed me at mile 1.5 and again here at mile 12.5, and I still finished before him, so I’m not sure what he was doing out there haha.

As you can see from the shadow here, we did get some sunlight along the course. It clouded up again not long past this point.

Also not long past this point, around the half marathon mark, I had to make a pit stop in the woods. I did make it more than twice as far as last year before I had to go for the first time.

The next couple of miles to the aid station, the mud really started ramping up. I’m not sure where these pictures were taken, but they could be from anywhere between here and the end of the race.

mud pit (staci griffith rogge)

Mud pit. (Staci Griffith Rogge photo.)

mud pit (unknown)

Another mud pit. (Unknown photo credit.)

I started taking walk breaks every time my Garmin beeped a mile. I was feeling as run down at mile 14 as I had at mile 22 the year before. Not a good sign when I’m not even halfway through the run!

I came up on the next aid station at mile 15. I think I had some Mountain Dew and more white potatoes (two things I never consider consuming outside of a trail run.) I got the water bottle topped off again, grabbed an Oatmeal Creme Pie and ate the whole thing as I started off down the next trail section.

After a brief out-and-back from the aid station, I was now on the part of the trail marked with blue ribbons instead of pink, which meant I was on my way back to the finish! I still had a very long way to go though.

Following that short out-and-back was a much longer one, two miles each way, to a clearing near a creek. About halfway on my way out, I saw Melissa on her way back, and she looked as strong as ever.

I was not feeling nearly as good though. I ran-walked my way to the turnaround, then ran-walked my way back.

turnaround mile 17

At the turnaround near mile 17. (Unknown credit.)

The end of the out-and-back passed near the mile 15 aid station. I had already nearly finished off my water bottle again (I drank a LOT of fluids during this race — I at least did a good job of staying very well hydrated!) so I stopped to get that topped off. I asked for plain water, since I still had some Roctane in there, but the volunteer accidentally put in some kind of fruit-flavored Trifuel. Oh well.

mile 19 (brian holt)

Lurching up to the back of the aid station haha. (Brian Holt photo.)

mile 19 getting bottle refilled (brian holt)

Unscrewing the water bottle cap to get it refilled. (Brian Holt photo.)

There was another photographer as I was taking off after getting the bottle refilled. I look much better here than I felt! Fake it ’til you make it. Or until it’s over!

mile 19 (michael perry)

Oh hi there, camera! I feel awesome! (Michael Perry photo.)

mile 19-2 (michael perry)

See? Just gliding right along! (Michael Perry photo.)

It was another 5.5 miles to the next aid station. The nice part of this section was the trail markers. The whole way back was on the Algonquin Trail, which was marked every 10th of a mile. I knew the end was at mile 12.5, so I could see how far I really had left (since individual Garmins generally don’t measure the exact correct distance, especially in the woods or in a city with tall buildings.)

More mud, more water. Around mile 22, I had to go off-trail for my second (and final) mid-race pit stop.

I was welcomed to the mile 24.5 aid station by a speaker blaring Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run.” Those volunteers were having a PARTY. It was the second aid station with whiskey shots if you wanted one (mile 15 had Knob Creek too) or beer. I passed on both, but I did take a shot of pickle juice, plus some more Mountain Dew. I also got my water bottle topped off again, and took another white potato wedge and a string of Mardi Gras beads.

Just 3.5 miles to the final aid station! Why didn’t that sound easy?

This section had all been covered on the way out, so the mud, having been trampled through so much already, seemed way worse on the way back. It’d also rained a little bit on us, which just added to the muck.

I continued my run-walk, picking my way through the mud and standing water. A mile before the last aid station, we reran that dirt road. I forced myself to run that entire mile — mile 28 was 9:40, the first sub-12 I’d seen in a while!

I rolled into the last aid station (which had been the first one on the way out.) I was quick there too. I grabbed a pickle and ate it as I started walking the final 3.5-mile stretch to the finish.

The MUD. Geez! Again, because of everyone running through it on the way out, plus everyone ahead of me running through it on the way back, plus the rain, this section was so much worse coming back than it had been going out. Parts that had been runnable just a few hours earlier were not runnable at all coming back.

I knew the way back split off from the way out again at some point, to take a slightly shorter route to the finish. I swear I started hearing the finish line with two freaking miles to go. It was like the trail was just leading me in a wide arc around the finish area. It sounded so close but so far away!

FINALLY, I emerged from the trail and was back on the paved road leading to the finish line! That seemed longer than it had last year too.

I ran up the grass to the pavilion, where the start/finish arch had been moved, and officially crossed the line in 6:02:43, with 31.8 miles on my Garmin.

almost to the finish (chris demone(

Smiling again for the first time since the mile 4 aid station. (Chris Demone photo.)

finish line! (chris demone)

DONE! (Chris Demone photo.)

Our race dictator welcomed me back and gave me my mug, which is bigger than the one I got last year. I told him it seemed so much muddier than last year, which really made him happy haha.

high five the race dictator (chris demone)

The only thing that would make him happier is if we had to run through an actual blizzard. (Chris Demone photo.)

Right past the line I found Melissa waiting for me. Another local runner I know, Karen, had just finished a couple minutes before me. They both ran it last year too, and agreed the course was in worse shape this time around. That made me feel a little better — at least it wasn’t just me!

I went back to the car to change into dry clothes and survey the damage. In spite of being soaking wet for several hours, my feet were only permanently muddy — no blisters! Amazing. I wore Balega socks, in case anyone is wondering.

My New Balance trail shoes seemed like they’d make a full recovery too, which was good, because I’d only run a few miles in them before this 50K.

And while I had a lot of muscle soreness, I had no tendon or joint soreness, which was the best part. I didn’t injure myself!

I changed into clean, dry clothes and headed back to the post-race party. I had a big bowl of chili and two kinds of Smith Island cake, and my new mug was perfect for holding the all-you-can-drink beer provided by Evo.

melissa and me post race

Melissa and me.

race dictator and goat man (brian holt)

The Goat Man accepting his finisher’s mug from the race dictator. (Brian Holt photo.)

At the 8-hour mark — the official course cutoff — the race dictator started smashing mugs, as promised. However, he only smashed a couple, and he continued to hand one to everyone who finished, even if they were over the cutoff.

By the 9-hour mark, everyone who’d started had either finished or dropped out, so we did a group photo.

group after finish (brittany wolske)

Under the finish line arch. (Brittany Wolske photo.)

I finally left around 4:30.

What a day! I can’t thank enough the crew that puts on the race, all the volunteers running the aid stations and the photographers who sat in the woods for hours to take free pictures of strangers trudging through the mud. Oh, and our course support:

course support horses (bet lewis)

There were horses on standby at every aid station! (Bet Lewis photo.)

Later, the results were posted. I was 57th overall of 141 official finishers (158 counting those over the cutoff), and 13th of 51 official female finishers (60 counting those over the cutoff.)

There were also nine runners who started but had to take a DNF, bringing the total number of starters to 167. I think there were 114 last year.

And if you add in the DNS’s — those who registered but didn’t start for whatever reason (maybe they got a stomach bug the DAY before the race) — there were 189 of us, compared to 129 last year. So it looks like the ALQ 50K’s reputation is already growing.

Once I got home, I took a shower (going to need a couple more before I get all the dirt off my feet), and then Clark and I went to Salisbury to go out with Bart. It was 1:30 in the morning when I finally got to go to bed, and I was BEAT. But it took me forever to fall asleep, because my body kept doing that thing where I’d almost be asleep, but then it would jerk me awake — except it was always one of my feet shooting off to the side, like it was slipping in mud.

Sunday morning, I had a cup of coffee in my new mug.

2018 ALQ mug

In the afternoon, we took Pepper to Big Oyster Brewing, and watched the Clash there. A couple people asked why he was so skinny. I don’t mind explaining his kidney disease when people listen. What I DO mind is the lady who completely ignored it, kept saying “feed me!” in a singsong voice as she petted Pepper and then loudly told us “PETSMART IS OPEN” as she left. I can usually ignore people who piss me off, but that one really got under my skin. Maybe because of all the money we’ve wasted on expensive, high-quality dog food over the last year — much of it from PetSmart, by the way — that Pepper has ignored and let go to waste BECAUSE HE HAS A DISEASE, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE.

Ugh. Anyway… we made a couple more stops in Rehoboth and then came home. I fell asleep watching Olympic figure skating coverage.

This morning, I feel mostly back to normal. It rained all day yesterday and was still raining we woke up, but it looks like it’s stopped now, and I should be able to get back into my training with the short easy run on the schedule today.

February 9, 2018

Training for 2/9/18

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:56 pm

Today, I wanted to get in a few easy miles, so I did a lap around the 5.5-mile loop. I’m glad I was planning to take it slow anyway. Something was causing some stomach cramping and gas and it didn’t feel too good. I didn’t have to use the bathroom until I’d made it back home at least. Anyway, I ran/walked the loop at a 9:12/mile average pace.

As long as I don’t eat any more of whatever caused all that, I should be good to go for the Algonquin 50K tomorrow morning! We appear to have lucked out with the weather again. There’s a chance of rain, mostly in the afternoon, but it’s going to be in the 40s at the start and climb into the mid-50s. No below-freezing wind chills! I’m happy.

This turned out to be one of my favorite races last year and I’m pretty excited to go back and run it again. Last year, I finished what wound up being 32.5 miles by my watch in 5:55, and I’d like to be somewhere in that timeframe again tomorrow.

Sunday will be a rest day, and I already know how I’m going to spend it — on the couch, watching Daytona 500 qualifying at noon and then the Clash at 3 p.m. NASCAR is back!

On another note, it’s been a week since my big wipeout in that gas station parking lot. My right hand and leg have mostly healed, but my left hand still hurts like hell. It’s not even just the wound itself either, which is just now finally scabbing over. All the skin around it is really sensitive. Just being rubbed by the cuff of a sleeve hurts. I don’t think I’ve ever done something like this to myself before.

And finally, I realized I never did my monthly summary for January (I’d thought there was a slim chance I might run as soon as we got to San Diego on Jan. 31, but instead I went and ate a slab of ribs), so here’s that.

Mileage:

  • Week 1 (Jan. 1-6): 29.8 miles
  • Week 2 (Jan. 7-13): 34.3
  • Week 3 (Jan. 14-20): 43.7
  • Week 4 (Jan. 21-27): 40.2
  • Week 5 (Jan. 28-31): 13.6

Total: 161.6 miles

That’s about where I was in January last year, when I was also slacking on long runs. This is why I signed up for this 50K last year, and why I did it again this year — this way, I’m guaranteed at least one really long run before Shamrock.

I only did one race in January, the Frosty Paws 5K with Pepper, which was pretty slow.

In February, I have two races planned — the 10K in Encinitas I had to skip last weekend after I got that stomach bug the day before, and the 50K tomorrow, which already is looking like it’ll go a million times better.

Other than that, it’s just more training miles for Shamrock.

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