A Simple Running Log

August 6, 2013

Training for 8/6/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 7:01 pm

I’m back from another pretty great long weekend!

It started out on the wrong foot, however. Friday morning, I went out to do my long run, which was supposed to be 14 miles. I had a GU, a couple of salt caps, my water bottle, my iPod and my 14.5-mile loop in mind.

The first half went OK, but as I was getting close to midway, I started struggling with some bad stomach cramps. I had to stop in the woods twice within a half-mile stretch. Anyone who’s read this blog with any kind of frequency knows I deal with gut trouble while running pretty regularly, but this was bad even for me.

So bad, in fact, I took the shortest route home from that point and called it at 10.2 miles in 1:27. At least my pace — about 8:30/mile — was where I’m trying to keep my long runs at, but man did that run suck! Before I even made it home, I decided I’d switch this coming week’s long run, which was supposed to be a cutback to 10 miles, with the 14-miler I’d just botched, so I’ll give it another shot later this week.

When I made it home, I did some stretching, and then I drove down to Ocean City. I sat on the beach all afternoon, and that evening, I went out to dinner with my cousins Corey and Becky and Corey’s roommate Mikey. They were trying to get me to go to Fager’s Island with them after dinner, but I resisted and went home instead, since we had to get up early the next morning for the ride up to Pocono.

Saturday morning, my alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. I think I hit snooze three times before I finally got up. All I had on the schedule was a 3-miler at goal marathon pace, 8:00/mile. I finally dragged my butt outside, where it was overcast and cool. It was an easy run, which felt good after Friday’s crappy one.

Mike got to our house about an hour later than we’d agreed on, but we still had plenty of time to get to the track in time for the truck race.

The ride up to Pocono Raceway was uneventful. It rained much of the way there, but by the time we got to the track, it had cleared up for good and the jet dryers had the track ready to go not long past the scheduled start of the truck race.

Neither of us really watch the truck series, so we didn’t even know who was driving which truck. It didn’t matter though. We just enjoyed sitting in the stands for the 125-mile race and drinking some beers.

After the race, we drove up to Scranton and checked into our hotel. That evening, we walked over to the Backyard Ale House, the bar Clark and I liked so much after I ran the Steamtown Marathon a couple of years ago. On the way there, I saw something that looked familiar — the stretch of road where the marathon had ended:

downtown scranton

We got to the bar and took our time picking out our first drinks from the list of nearly 500 bottled and draft beers on the menu. Well, Clark and I did anyway. Mike immediately asked for a Budweiser haha.

They didn’t have a kitchen there, so we went somewhere else for dinner. When we got back to the Backyard Ale House, we were all feeling pretty lit. Mike actually tried something other than Bud; he had an Abita Strawberry Harvest, which made me laugh that he would switch from Bud to such a fruity beer, but that stuff was seriously delicious. It tasted like strawberry pie. Then Clark and I ordered this big bottle of Rogue Voodoo Doughnut Maple Bacon Ale. And hated it! It was putrid; the first beer in my life I’ve just not been able to bring myself to drink, even after it was paid for. Even when I was already hammered. We wanted the bottle to take home, but you can’t walk out of a bar with an open container of alcohol. So Clark did the logical thing and poured what was left on the floor.

We were asked to leave after that. We did get that bottle though!

It even made the trip home.

It even made the trip home.

I went back to the hotel room and went to bed. Clark and Mike went to another bar for one more beer, but they were back soon after.

Sunday morning was a rest day. I actually felt fine when I woke up, much to my surprise. The hotel’s “continental breakfast” was pretty crappy, so we checked out of the hotel and stopped at a Denny’s for a proper breakfast before driving back to the race track.

Sunday was also unseasonably cool. I figured a NASCAR race in August would mean sweating through my clothes in the stands, but I actually wore a sweatshirt through the whole thing. Perfect weather for sitting in the sun and drinking some more Buds though.

I’d always believed Pocono wouldn’t be a good track for a live race, but I have to say, I was totally wrong. It was a great track! It’s big and flat, but you can still see just about everything. What you can’t see, they show on two huge Jumbotrons. The vibe surrounding the whole place was relaxed, like they couldn’t care less if anyone else showed up or not, they’re just putting on a race and you can watch if you like.

Our seats were pretty good too. We sat just past the start-finish line:

Looking down the front stretch toward Turn 3.

Looking down the front stretch toward Turn 3.

And looking the other way toward Turn 1.

And looking the other way toward Turn 1.

Mike and Clark were excited:

clark and mike

Part of why I liked Pocono more than I expected might be because the race was better than a typical Pocono race. There were enough cautions to keep the field together and the race interesting. The best part of the day, of course, was when Jimmie stupid Johnson cut down a right front tire while leading and hit the wall! It didn’t knock him out of the race — he still finished 13th on the lead lap — but it screwed up his shot at winning.

The end was pretty good too. It looked like Jeff Gordon was going to pull off the win, on his birthday no less, but there was a late caution. Kasey Kahne got a better restart and wound up winning. I actually was a little disappointed for Gordon. However, as long as it’s not Johnson in victory lane, I’m happy.

Clark and me after the race.

Clark and me after the race.

Traffic wasn’t too bad getting out, and the ride home went well until we got to Philly. Clark and I will probably argue until the day we die about whose fault it was we drove a half hour in the wrong direction at one point, but I’m telling you, it’s his. He used to drive to a town near the track just about every week for several months, for work, so he knew the way. He got us to Pocono just fine Saturday morning. But when I was driving home, he told me to stay to the left instead of the right at a split, so I did. The next thing I knew, we were driving over a bridge Clark said was unfamiliar. He even checked the map on his phone and said we were going in the right direction. It was about another 20 minutes later when he checked it again and announced I was going the wrong way and had better turn around, and then somehow made it my fault!

Anyway, we got the car going in the right direction again. We stopped at Buffalo Wild Wings in Dover for dinner. When we got home, just before midnight, Clark’s parents were waiting with Pepper, who had stayed at their beach house with them all weekend. I was pretty glad to see my dog and go to sleep in my own bed again.

Monday morning, I did my strength training first in the attic — abs, push-ups, invisible chair-sitting and weights — and then Pepper and I did an easy 3-miler on the road. I did some work from home for a few hours, and then I drove back to Ocean City, for a tea party for my younger sister.

It was her birthday last month, and my Aunt Helen promised we’d do something for it while they were at the beach. Julie decided she liked the idea of a proper afternoon tea, so Aunt Helen made a reservation at Victoria’s Restaurant in the Boardwalk Plaza, a swanky hotel on the boardwalk in Rehoboth.

There were nine of us — both of my sisters, my cousin Becky, my sister-in-law Kasey, my mom and all three of my aunts on my dad’s side, Helen, Debbie and Gail.

I thought afternoon tea was going to involve plenty of food, so I didn’t eat lunch. By the time we got seated, I was starving.

We all ordered our choice of tea — I got chocolate tea — and then they finally brought out the food. It was just these dainty little crustless sandwiches and tiny desserts!

tea party food

Looks like everyone else was thinking the same thing I was — as many of those teeny sandwiches as it’s going to take to fill me up, I wonder if there will be any left for anyone else?

Kara, Julie, Becky and I tore into those piles! I think we could have taken down plenty more of those sandwiches if they would have let us have them. We almost finished off all the desserts too. All that was left were three little petits fours and a small bunch of sugared grapes when the destruction was over haha.

As much crap as we gave Aunt Helen about the lack of food, we still had a good time. The chocolate tea was really good, and it was fun to pretend to have some class for once.

Julie.

Julie.

Aunt Helen, Kasey and Aunt Debbie.

Aunt Helen, Kasey and Aunt Debbie.

Mom and me outside the hotel after the tea.

Mom and me outside the hotel after the tea.

When we got back to Ocean City, the sun had come out again, so we went down to the beach for a few more pictures.

I asked Aunt Helen to take a picture of Julie and me. Instead, all I got were two short videos of my aunt saying “I don’t know if it’s working!” and me holding out my hand and saying, “Bring it over here and let me see” haha.

Corey took over and got one of Julie and me, plus Kara, who had changed her clothes and gotten down to the beach by that point:

Julie, me and Kara.

Julie, me and Kara. I’m that moron who’d rather wear my sunglasses on top of my head so I can squint into the sun.

Corey, Becky and Uncle John.

Corey, Becky and Uncle John.

I left the beach behind again after that.

This morning, I was still tired when I woke up for some reason, and my legs felt sore. After breakfast, I drove into town to actually run my interval workout on the track for once.

I was supposed to do five 800-meter repeats at 10K pace. It was a cool, breezy morning, and it looked like it might rain any second.

There were a few walkers at the track, but they were staying in the outside lanes and therefore out of my way.

I did a mile to warm up, and then I ran all five intervals. I was aiming for about 3:30 on each. I hit my goal — 3:30, 3:29, 3:27, 3:27 and 3:25 — but it felt harder than 10K pace should, in my opinion. Oh well. It was done. With warm up and cool down, I ran 6.5 miles today.

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2 Comments »

  1. Hey, we just read your post. By “we” I mean all of us here at 205 Sandy Square. Aunt Helen is not pleased about the pic of her! 😉 😀 (Haha, I’m just kidding.)

    Comment by kafishgirl — August 7, 2013 @ 3:29 am | Reply

  2. Haha Aunt Helen has never liked a picture of herself, I’m pretty sure.

    Comment by aschmid3 — August 7, 2013 @ 5:02 pm | Reply


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