A Simple Running Log

July 22, 2013

Training for 7/22/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:50 pm

I had a pretty awesome weekend!

Saturday morning, I ran the Race for the Ribbon 5K in Rehoboth, the fifth and final 5K I needed to run to qualify for this year’s summer series.

Up to this point, I had been running progressively faster 5K times all summer. Well that trend came to an abrupt end, thanks to the weather.

Saturday was a continuation of the heatwave we’d been dealing with all week. It was 82 degrees at 7:30 a.m., and felt a lot hotter, thanks to the full sun and high humidity.

TK and I got there in plenty of time to pick up our race bibs and event T-shirts, and for me to do a warm up mile. Or so I thought. As I was finishing up my warm up and approaching the start line, I could see the crowd was already assembled and getting instructions from the race director, while the guys on the lead golf cart were ready to go. I heard someone say “You better pick it up!” so I did, and squeezed into the pack about 15 seconds before they gave us the start commands.

It took me five seconds to get over the start line, and then I started to pick up speed. Kind of. It was really hot and I didn’t feel like pushing too hard.

It seemed like most other people had the same idea. I noticed a lot of people who run about the same pace as me in a 5K were running my slower pace too. It was just a nasty day for running.

There were three younger guys running together near me, and I think their conversation at the 0.1-mile point about summed up how we were all feeling:

“How far have we gone? We’ve got to be halfway, right?”

“Where’s that water stop they promised?”

“I think it was that puddle we just ran over.”

“Worst. Idea. Ever.”

At the first mile marker, a guy passing on my left asked out loud if anyone had a watch. I looked down at mine and said “7:01,” about 25 seconds slower than my usual first mile in these races this summer.

I felt OK at that pace. As I ran the second mile, I caught back up with that guy who’d passed me at the first marker, and we ran together for a stretch. He stopped to get a drink at the water stop at said something encouraging to me, I can’t remember now. But I do know I said I’d see him at the finish line.

I passed the second mile in 14:13 by my watch, a 7:12 second mile. There’s not much to say about the last mile of the race. I kept up my pace.

As I was running down the final stretch back to the finish, I heard footsteps coming up from behind. Well, who likes to get passed right at the finish? I pushed myself a little harder and kept whoever was there behind me.

Turns out it was the guy I’d told I’d see at the finish line. I literally saw him at the finish line, haha.

2013 run for the ribbon finish

I stopped my watch at 22:09, a 7:08/mile average pace. More than a minute slower than the last 5K I ran two weeks ago, but I was fine with it. It just wasn’t a good day for racing.

I guzzled some water, and then started a cool down mile. I heard someone call my name from behind – it was Enos, this ridiculously fast guy from Georgetown. We ran a little over a mile together and talked about the races we’ve got coming up. He said his goal for the rest of the year is to get his marathon pace down to 6:00/mile, from his current PR pace of 6:04/mile. That’s a little mind boggling for someone like me, who has never run one mile at that pace, let alone 26 consecutive miles. He won the full marathon in Rehoboth last year, and he thinks he’s going to run it again this year.

I got back to the finish area in time to see TK finish. She took it easier this time than the 5K two weeks ago also, and didn’t feel sick when she finished this time.

We exchanged our shoes for flip flops and went to the Greene Turtle on the boardwalk for the post-race party. They had a great breakfast buffet, with sausage, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, bagels, fruit, water, juice and coffee.

When they announced the awards, I had won my age group again, which pulled off my goal of finishing the series with six first-place finishes. That’s the first time I’ve done that in the four years I’ve done the series.

Two of the top three finishers in the F 30-34 AG.

Two of the top three finishers in the F 30-34 AG.

I was also the fourth woman of 138, and 37th of 279 total finishers.

TK and I got our iced coffees from Dunkin’ Donuts and drove to Fenwick. We changed clothes at my in-laws’ place and went to the beach.

There were some cranky ass people on the beach in Fenwick! I don’t know if it was the heat or what, but it seemed like all the conversations I could hear were someone complaining.

My favorite was a guy complaining about an umbrella someone else had just bought that apparently was not up to his standards:

“This is JUNK! Take it back! IT’S JUNK!

He was really flipping his shit about that umbrella. I couldn’t help but laugh. Calm down!

We stayed about three and a half hours. It was a really hot day, especially when the sun wasn’t behind a cloud. We had to run into the water to cool off pretty frequently.

Had to take this picture to send to Clark, who was at an ethanol plant outside Chicago for work haha.

Had to take this picture to send to Clark, who was at an ethanol plant outside Chicago for work haha.

Saturday evening, I went to my sister’s house for a birthday party for her twins, who turned 15 last week.

I got home around 10:30 p.m. and was in bed by 11. Sunday, I stayed up after feeding Pepper at 6:30 a.m., ate some breakfast and hit the road for my long run before it got too hot for once.

It was still pretty freaking hot though. It was gross. I did an untimed lap around the 8.2-mile loop and was really glad to get that behind me.

As soon as I got home, I jumped in a nice, cold shower. I was planning on doing absolutely nothing the rest of the day, until my brother called with a better offer.

He wanted to know if I wanted to go out on the boat.

Did I! I put on a swimsuit, made arrangements with my in-laws to feed Pepper that evening and was at the Choptank marina an hour later to go water skiing for the first time since Sept. 2006.

Kara and one of her twins, Jacob, also went, as did Dave’s brother-in-law, Wes. We were trying to get in as much time as possible on the water before some storms were supposed to come through. As soon as we were out of the marina, Dave asked who wanted to go first, and before I could think about it too much I immediately volunteered.

There were two skis on the boat, a small wooden one called the Avenger and a fiberglass one by a company called Cascade. I remembered my aunt bought the Avenger way back in the day because it was supposed to be good for smaller skiers. I also remembered not really liking it, but I couldn’t remember why, so I decided to give it a shot. I was probably the last person to use it, because the front boot was already set to my foot.

I jumped in the water, put my left foot in the front boot, slipped my right foot in the rear binding, grabbed the ski handle and gave my brother the thumbs up to tighten up the slack in the rope and then nail it.

“Here we go!” was the last thing I heard before the boat took off.

Getting up on a single ski is HARD. It is for me, anyway. When I was 14 and first learning, it took me a solid two weeks of trying before I finally got it. I swallowed a lot of water and even bruised the hell out of all of my fingers one day during all those failed attempts. You have to let the boat pull you up while keeping your weight on the back of the ski. The hardest part is keeping your balance, so the ski stays straight in the water. You start off unbalanced, because you have to hold the rope handle on one side of the ski.

It’s worth it though, because once you get up one ski, it’s a lot more fun. My family made us all learn on one before they let us try two. When you’re on two, your legs are trying to go two different directions and it’s impossible to make any good sharp turns. You can cut all over the place and fly across the wake on one.

The boat started to pull, the ski started to come up out of the water, and much to my own amazement, so did I! I got up on the very first try, seven years later!

Once I was up, I remembered why my aunt and I didn’t like the Avenger. The thing had no grip. It just felt squirrely in the water (that’s a technical NASCAR term.) I’m sure the fact I was so out of practice didn’t help, but it wasn’t long before I wiped out trying to come back across the wake.

I wasn’t done yet, so I got up again on my second pull. I stayed up a little longer that time, before the ski slipped out from under me again and I went head-first at full speed into the wake. That one rung my bell a little, so that was enough for me at the moment.

When I got back in the boat, everyone said they’d been taking bets on how many tries I was going to need to get up on the ski. I would have been offended if I hadn’t expected it to take several myself haha.

Kara got up on the kneeboard for the first time in 15 years, and then we got Jacob to try it for the first time. He got really close. I think he’ll pull it off the next time we go out.

Wes wakeboarded for a while, and then I wanted to ski again. This time I used the Cascade. The first two pulls, it felt like the thing wasn’t even trying to come up on the water, and I couldn’t get up. I decided I’d give it one last shot, and then I’d ask for the Avenger.

Third time was the charm though. Once I was up on it, it definitely felt better, and I cut back and forth across the wake until my quads felt like jelly and I had to let go.

Kara did some more kneeboarding, and then Wes drove the boat so Dave could ski and wakeboard. By that time, the sky was looking a little threatening, so we headed back to the marina and called it a day.

Dave and Wes securing Found On River Dead. It's the ugliest thing on the river, but it gets the job done.

Dave and Wes securing Found On River Dead, aka The Party Barge. It’s the ugliest thing on the river, but it gets the job done.

It was so great to get back out on the boat and ski again! I’m hoping to get plenty more chances to do it again the rest of the summer.

Clark didn’t have to go to the plant yesterday, so he and his coworker went to the NASCAR Nationwide Series race at Chicagoland Speedway. They paid for the $15 general admission tickets and then sat in some $70 seats haha. This was the view from his seat:


Had I not been on the boat, I’d have been pretty jealous! I’ve never been to that track. It wasn’t a Sprint Cup race, but I still would have liked to have gone.

This morning, I expected my arms and legs to be sore when I woke up (which they weren’t), but I wasn’t expecting my lower back to feel like it did! I don’t know what I did to it exactly. I don’t remember it ever feeling sore after skiing before. Of course, I’m not 23 anymore, so who knows — this might be the new normal.

I did my strength training, but I decided to hold off on the run until after work tonight.


  1. My ass and quads are sore so don’t feel bad. It was definitely worth it, though. Can’t wait to try water skiing! 🙂

    Comment by kafishgirl — July 22, 2013 @ 5:37 pm | Reply

    • That’s normal though. I think I’m just getting old!

      Comment by aschmid3 — July 22, 2013 @ 5:49 pm | Reply

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