A Simple Running Log

May 30, 2014

Training for 5/30/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:50 pm

I never did run Wednesday, so that turned into a rest day. It was probably for the best. Thursday, I woke up feeling like a normal person again for the first time in a few days. The cold was on its way out.

That afternoon, I ran an easy, untimed lap around the 7.3-mile loop. It was chilly, breezy and drizzly.

Then today, I put it off until the evening again, but I got in another easy, untimed run, this time around the 6.5-mile loop.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll wrap up May with a long run around the 11.2-mile loop. That’ll push me up over 160 miles for the month. Finally, a mileage total that doesn’t piss me off!

I might do a short run Sunday morning. It mostly depends on what time we decide we want to get to Dover for the NASCAR RACE!!! We might not bother with tailgating because Mike’s not going, as he’s convinced it’s going to be too hot, even though the forecasted high is only 72 degrees. It should actually be a pretty perfect day for sitting in the stands and drinking Budweiser.

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May 28, 2014

Training for 5/28/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 12:22 pm

Late yesterday afternoon, I finally went out and did a slow, untimed lap around the 4.5-mile loop. It was pretty hot and my head was still stuffed up. Overall it didn’t feel too bad though. Maybe I’m starting to get a little acclimated.

This morning, once again, I felt completely exhausted after a solid eight straight hours of sleep thanks to this dumb cold, so, once again, I pushed off my planned run until it was too late to get it in before I had to be at work. I’ll try to squeeze it in before the high school graduation I’m covering tonight.

May 27, 2014

Training for 5/27/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 11:45 am

The Masser 5-Miler this weekend was just OK. It was far from my worst 5-mile race, but it was also far from my best. It was about what I expected.

Saturday morning, I ran an easy lap around my 6.5-mile loop, and then Clark and I drove to the beach house. It was amazing how many more people were in Fenwick Island compared to the weekend before, when it had been practically empty. I don’t even want to know what the Ocean City inlet looked like.

We went to Ropewalk for dinner, where we split a dozen raw oysters and I had a shrimp salad sandwich. I figured I only had five miles to race in the morning, so I should be in the clear as far as digestive problems went, regardless of what I ate.

When we got back from dinner, a couple of friends came by to hang out. We wound up just staying at Clark’s parents’ place rather than go to a bar and fight the crowds. I went to bed a little after 11.

I don’t think I ever actually fell asleep Saturday night. Pepper went to bed with me, but he kept whining or trying to get me to let him out of the bedroom because he wanted to know what Clark was doing. At one point, the other three went in the shed connected to the house to look at the surfboards, and we could hear their voices as clear as if they were in the room with us, which was just driving Pepper even crazier.

Then, when Clark came to bed a few hours later, Pepper was finally happy, but Clark fell asleep practically on me, which I hate. No touching when I’m trying to sleep! He’s been on a John Mellencamp kick lately, and at one point he randomly blurted out in his sleep, “I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy.” SAME HERE.

Anyway, after tossing and turning for almost seven hours, my alarm went off at 6 a.m. Sunday. I got a bottle of water and something to eat from a convenience store and drove up to Cape Henlopen High School in Lewes.

TK usually runs this race too, but she was on a cruise, so it was just me this year. I got my race bib and event T-shirt and ran an easy mile to warm up. That single mile got things moving, digestively speaking, so I was happy to get that taken care of before the race.

The weather at 7:30 was pretty nice — not as nice as last year, when it was unseasonably cool, but not nearly as bad as other years, when it’s already been really hot and humid on Memorial Day weekend. It was cool enough I wore a tank top.

The race starts and ends on the high school’s track. After getting the starting command, we did about three quarters of a lap before leaving the stadium.

I'm bib 1003. Heading out of the stadium at the start.

I’m bib 1003. Heading out of the stadium at the start.

The course went behind the school and then through the parking lot, crossed over the highway and picked up a gravel bike path along another road.

I could tell I’d gone out too fast, but that wasn’t a surprise. Mile 1 was 7:03. No chance I was going to hold that for four more miles!

The second mile mostly continued along the bike path, which eventually became paved. Around mile 1.7, the path ended and we moved onto the road.

Mile 2 was 7:24, and I was losing steam already. Blah! I skipped the water stop at the mile marker.

The third mile was on a rural road leading to downtown Lewes. It was slightly uphill and I was sucking wind. I caught up with a young kid here. I don’t know if I slowed down once I caught him or if he sped up, but I never passed him. Right after we made it to Lewes, we passed mile 3, which was a 7:31. Going in the wrong direction!

The fourth mile was terrible. The kid and I were passed by two women, and he took off with them. I had nothing. Just watched all three of them disappear down the road.

I was giving up. My legs had that completely numb, end-of-a-5K feeling and I still had a mile and a half to go. I didn’t care about my pace anymore. I just wanted to stop running.

We passed a second water stop, and I took a cup and used drinking it as an excuse to just freaking not run for a few seconds. As soon as I’d dropped the cup in a trash can, I started running again.

We passed the fourth mile marker soon after — 7:48. Oof! This was getting ugly.

I felt like I was barely moving the whole way through the final mile. I was sure I was running 12:00 miles if I was running at all, but every time I glanced down at my Garmin, I was still around 7:45/mile pace.

About a half-mile from the end, I felt some pretty strong gut pangs, and immediately regretted the raw oysters and/or shrimp salad the night before. It passed though, thankfully.

We ran straight through the parking lot and back to the stadium, where we retraced the three-quarters of a lap back to the finish line.

As I stepped onto the track, I saw a splattering of fresh puke in time to avoid stepping on it. I looked down the back stretch in front of me, and saw the culprit. He was easy to pick out because he was stopped in the inside lane, hunched over with his hands on his knees. He puked a second time just as I was about to go around him. Someone who was having a worse race than I was!

There was no kick, no sprint left for the finish.

Approaching the finish line.

Approaching the finish line. The guy in the blue shorts and white shirt in the background was the puker, so I at least beat him.

I ran a 7:35 final mile and finished in 37:23, an overall average of 7:28/mile.

I drank some water, hit the bathroom and then slowly ran two more miles to cool down, a total of eight miles for the day. There was plenty of food at the post-race party, but I wasn’t very hungry, and just took a banana.

When the results were posted, I’d finished second of 18 in my age group, 11th of 137 women and 51st of 287 total runners.

I ran this race last year in 34:11, a 6:50/mile average. I knew I wouldn’t be anywhere close to that this year, but it still sucked! Oh well. Guess I’ve got some work to do before my next race in the summer series, a 5K on Father’s Day in less than three weeks.

Clark had sent me a message that he and his dad were at the Indian River inlet, and they’d brought my wetsuit and paddleboard. I changed into my swimsuit in my car and drove to the inlet.

I was a little apprehensive about taking the paddleboard out in the ocean again, after what happened the first time a couple of months ago. The ocean looked a lot more pleasant though. I dragged the paddleboard to the water and went for it before I could think about it too hard.

I was very careful to keep an eye on how far from the shore I was this time haha. The wind and current weren’t nearly as strong as they were the day I almost got myself stranded out there though. Plus I’m better at controlling the board now. After about five minutes, I was sure I wasn’t going to be swept out to sea, and I actually enjoyed myself.

The paddleboard just bobbed over even the biggest waves, since I was far enough out that they weren’t breaking yet when they got to me. I even tried to surf a couple, but I didn’t quite get that down.

Clark and his dad were out surfing the whole time. There were a ton of surfers there Sunday morning, even a couple more paddleboarders, and a lot of people on the beach. I know it was Memorial Day weekend and a perfect beach day, but I’ve never seen more than a dozen people at that inlet.

The same friends who came over to the beach house the night before met us at the inlet, and one of them tried surfing for the first time. We had to leave around 12:30, to be at my brother’s house that afternoon for a family party.

We had a pretty good time at Dave and Kasey’s party. At one point, I was sitting on a cooler, and Pepper climbed on it with me. We wanted to get a picture of him, but for some reason when Clark broke out the phone to take one, Pepper started squirming, which led to this picture:

I don't know why Pepper looks like Clark is pointing a lit bottle rocket at us instead of a phone, but the look on his face makes me laugh.

I don’t know why Pepper looks like Clark is pointing a lit bottle rocket at us instead of a phone, but the look on his face makes me laugh.

Clark and I stayed late enough to see the end of the Coca-Cola 600, which, unfortunately, Jimmie stupid Johnson won. I knew it would happen this year eventually, but I’d have loved to see the winless streak continue a little longer.

I took my time getting out of bed yesterday. It was pretty warm by 11 a.m., when I finally went out to run a lap around the 4.5-mile loop.

That afternoon, Clark and I went to Abbott’s Grill in Laurel for a late lunch, and then to see a movie in Salisbury. By the time we got home, I was feeling like a cold might be coming on. My head was stuffy and my nose kept closing up. I took some cough syrup and went to bed.

I’d been planning on a longish run today, but when I woke up after a solid eight hours of sleep, it didn’t feel like I’d slept at all. I’m still stuffed up. Plus it’s almost 90 degrees out there today. I would like to get in a short run though.

May 23, 2014

Training for 5/23/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:30 am

Today is my car’s and my seventh anniversary! It’s got almost 152,000 miles on it now. Other than the normal stuff like tires and brakes and oil changes, I’ve spent zero dollars on maintaining this thing. I’ll probably never buy another brand new car, but I’ve definitely gotten my money’s worth out of this one so far.

Well, I don’t have much running to report on. I did run 4.5 easy miles when I got home from work Wednesday night. Yesterday, my legs felt pretty trashed, so I didn’t run; just did some yoga at home instead.

I really do want to run today. I’d originally planned to do a longer run, maybe the 10.5-mile loop, but I drank a little too much beer and stayed up a little too late last night for that haha. Once I get up the motivation, I’ll do some strength training and a short run instead.

As far as this weekend goes, I’ll just do another short run tomorrow, because Sunday is the Masser 5-Miler in Lewes. Maybe I’ll get in a long run Monday? Ha, probably not. It might be Tuesday morning before it happens.

I did register for a couple races this morning though. July 20, I’m running a 50K in the same state park in Upper Marlboro where I ran my only 50K to date in November 2012. I’ll probably run it with a couple friends who are registered too, who like to take their time in ultras. I will not be setting a PR.

I do hope to PR in the other race I just registered for — Nov. 2, I’m running the Marshall University Marathon in Huntington, W.Va. I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I ran a full marathon. Fingers crossed I don’t have to drop to the half for the third consecutive time! Training starts at the end of June.

With that, I think my schedule is pretty much set for the rest of the year.

May 21, 2014

Training for 5/21/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 12:25 pm

Last night, I really did get in the short run I’d missed the day before. But it was probably only because Clark was planning on running after work anyway, so I got to run with him and Pepper. Otherwise, I’d have most likely stayed on the couch.

Clark usually does high intensity intervals instead of just a steady pace, so as we took off down the road, I asked him what the plan was. He said it was a surprise.

We ran a bit over a half-mile before he took off for his first interval. It will never matter how much I run compared to Clark, he will always be faster than me at short distances. I was keeping up, but it wasn’t comfortable. I switched displays on my Garmin to check our pace: 6:45. (Of course, my first thought was that I ran the Masser 5-Miler, the same race coming up this weekend, at an average pace only a few seconds slower last year. Good lord I need to do some speedwork!) We did that for two minutes before he slowed down for an easy two minutes.

We did another two-minute interval at 6:45ish pace, followed by another easy two-minute recovery. I remembered this particular interval workout (it’s from the Abs Diet book) now called for six 30-second intervals with 30 seconds of recovery between each.

Clark turned it up for those 30-second intervals. I thought I was seeing things wrong when I glanced down at my Garmin — every single one was around 5:40/mile pace. And remember, Clark was walking away from me, so he was running even faster.

I thought we were done after the sixth interval. This was where the surprise came in.

Clark measured off 60 yards(ish), marked the “finish line” with a stick in the road and said we had six more sprints to do. And we’d do them all in the direction that was on the (very slight) incline. Surprise!

I don’t know how accurate the Garmin was for those sprints, because it didn’t have much time to accurately catch the pace, but it was showing me 4:10/mile pace. The last one got down to 3:50! And again, those were my paces — Clark was leaving me in the dust every time.

Oh, by the way, the whole run, no matter how fast we were going or which one of us was carrying the leash, Pepper was just trotting along like it was nothing haha.

We finished off the last sprint and then ran easy the rest of the way home. We did a total of 3.6 miles.

This morning, I did strength training upstairs, including push-ups, ab exercises, invisible chair-sitting and weights. I didn’t have time to get in the run on the schedule before I had something to cover for work, so I’ll do that tonight.

May 20, 2014

Training for 5/20/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 2:54 pm

This morning I was up bright and early to get in a run before my usual Tuesday morning meeting. Speaking of that, they just released the summer schedule this afternoon, and once again they’re only meeting every other week June through Labor Day. Sweet!

It was pretty chilly here for late May this morning, enough so that I wore a long-sleeved shirt with shorts. But it was a clear, wind-free day, so it was just about perfect. I did an easy lap around the 5.5-mile loop at an 8:29/mile average pace.

While I did my strength training yesterday, I didn’t get around to the short run on the schedule, so I’m debating knocking that out later this evening. We’ll see.

May 19, 2014

St. Michaels Half Marathon recap

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 11:47 am

I’m pretty happy with how the half marathon in St. Michaels this weekend turned out. I felt strong the whole way and ran it almost five minutes faster than Shamrock two months ago, which is good progress, and I made it through another race without having to use the bathroom!

Jillian got in town Thursday afternoon, so Pepper and I hung out with her and Allison that evening. Everyone else got here Friday, and we all met in St. Michaels that afternoon for packet pick-up and dinner.

But first, we had lunch and margaritas at Gina’s Cafe:

Angie, Jillian, Mike (Col. Babemagnet, as he was dubbed on Facebook), Allison, me and Caitlin.

Angie, Jillian, Mike (Col. Babemagnet, as he was dubbed on Facebook), Allison, me and Caitlin.

Our next stop was the Eastern Shore Brewing Co., which would also be the site of the post-race party the next day:

Angie, Jillian, me and Allison.

Angie, Jillian, me and Allison.

The sign outside pretty much summed up my philosophy:

craftbeer

Yup.

Anyway, packet pick-up was quick and easy, and then we went to Osterio Alfredo in Easton for dinner, where I grossed out everyone by eating pasta with calamari that was still whole (as in, tiny squid complete with tentacles, not just the little rings) and not deep-fried. After I’d polished off the plate, Jillian told this great story about a large calamari distributor that was caught deep-frying pig anuses and passing them off as calamari. Clearly what I had just eaten was in fact squid, but it made me regret all the times I’ve ordered cheap calamari from a little pizza place haha. Who knows how many pig buttholes I might have eaten?

At home, I got my stuff ready for the race the next morning and was in bed by 11 p.m.

The alarm went off at 4:45 a.m. I was on the road at 5:15 to be at Allison’s house by 6, so I could just carpool to St. Michaels with her, Jillian and Mike. We were in town and parked right behind the post-race party site with plenty of time.

There were five port-o-potties set up for the post-race goings-on. No one was using them, so we all hit them up on our way to the race start at the school campus. This turned out to be an extremely wise decision, because when we got to the start area, they didn’t have nearly enough port-o-potties for the number of runners, and the lines were ridiculous.

The half marathon was to start at 7:40 a.m. About quarter after 7, I decided to do a very short warm-up, just a mile at the most. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts when I started, as it had been pretty chilly when I woke up, but I could tell within a couple of minutes of running I’d be uncomfortably warm if I wore it in the race. I had Allison’s car key anyway, so I stopped by her car and dropped off the shirt. I also took two Imodium I’d forgotten to take before we’d gotten out of the car. It had maybe helped at Shamrock, so I wanted to try it again.

I hit the empty port-o-potties once more on my way back to the start, and got back in time to see the 10K start first. Then the half marathon runners were called up to the starting corral. I got in line several rows back from the front. There was a horn and we were off!

I had my Garmin set to show me current pace and distance. I glanced down a couple of times during the first mile, which ran right down Talbot Street, the main drag through St. Michaels, and it was always around an 8:00/mile pace.

Somewhere in the first mile on our way out of town.

Somewhere in the first mile on our way out of town.

 

Mile 1, just outside town, came in at 7:58. I felt like it was a manageable pace for another 12 miles.

We ran down Route 33 until we got to Harbourtowne, a golf resort. (You can tell it’s fancy because they used the high-class spellings of both harbor and town.) Mile 2 chimed in at 8:06, which wouldn’t do, so I picked it up a bit.

The course wound through the residential area of Harbourtowne. Somewhere in here, we passed two guys sitting on the trunk deck of a Mercedes parked at the end of a driveway, with a bottle of champagne and a bottle of OJ between them so they could sip on mimosas as they watched us pass. I’m sure that was their beater car, and the nice one was in the garage.

I made up for my slow second mile in Harbourtowne, and ran the next two in 7:54 and 7:51. I was still feeling good when we got back on Route 33, especially when I saw Vanessa and Bob and their bright neon pink “Loopsters are OSOM” sign right at the turn! I can’t see anything at a distance when I’m not wearing my glasses, but I spotted that sign immediately.

This brought us to the section of the course that is already well known for being boring as hell, even though this is only the third year they’ve held this race. It’s just an out-and-back slog on the sloped shoulder of Route 33 toward Tilghman Island. Nothing to see, and a lot of it offers no shade when it’s sunny, as it was Saturday.

Still, miles 5 and 6 clocked in at 7:53 and 7:59. I guess the sun and the headwind got to me a little over the next mile, because mile 7 was 8:07, my slowest of the race.

But then we got to the turnaround. There’s a psychological boost that comes from knowing you’re running toward the finish line instead of away from it, and now I had a tailwind for a little while. I got to the mile 8 marker not long after the turnaround, which was back down to 7:59.

I also got to see my friends on the other side of Route 33 through this stretch. Well, they saw me and called my name, because I sure couldn’t pick out anyone from that distance. Angie saw me first. I missed Caitlin, but then Mike and Jillian yelled at me, followed closely by Allison. They all looked pretty good.

I felt really great at this point. I remembered this race a year ago. I was at the same point where my gut had started rumbling, and I’d eventually had to hack through some pretty massive briars to use the bathroom just before mile 10. Well, not this year! This turned out to be my strongest stretch of the whole race. Miles 9 and 10 were 7:47 and 7:45.

Mile 11 slowed a bit to 7:54. Soon we were back in town.

Between miles 11 and 12, when we got back into St. Michaels.

Between miles 11 and 12, when we got back into St. Michaels.

Instead of running straight back down the main street to the school, the course followed a couple of side streets and picked up a paved path. We passed mile 12 just before we got on the path, which was a 7:50.

The final mile and finish line were on the path. I was pretty eager to be done. I switched my Garmin’s view to show me total elapsed time instead of pace, to see if I had a chance at 1:45, which I definitely did.

There were two photographers pretty close together. The first one, I still felt like waving:

Covered bridge 1

Covered bridge 2

But by the time I got to the next one, I was over it.

Great shot of my new Zeros!

Great shot of my new Zeros!

Mile 12.5 4

We could hear the finish line announcer about a quarter-mile before we got there, which helped. I felt like I was running on fumes at this point. Then I spotted that bright pink Loopsters sign right at the 13th mile marker — Vanessa and Bob again! I gave them a big wave as I went by. Mile 13 was also a 7:50.

I could see the race clock as I passed the 13th marker. It was at 1:43:32 or something. I tried to find another gear for that last sprint so I could squeeze in under 1:44. It was really close when I made it to the finish line, and I wasn’t sure if I’d done it or not. My Garmin showed 1:44:03, but I rarely hit the start and stop buttons at the exact moment so my chip time is usually different.

Done!

Done!

Even if it was just over 1:44, I was really happy with it! I ran Shamrock two months ago in 1:48:43, which meant I’d shaved off five minutes in two months. I’m still seven minutes off my PR, but at least I’m moving in the right direction again.

Plus, I never had to use the bathroom! I never felt so much as a twinge. I don’t know if it was necessarily the Imodium. I’ve tried it before for training runs with no success, but this is twice in a row now I’ve taken it before a race and had a poop-free run. It’s hard to explain how great it feels to run 13 miles and not have to deal with that, after it seemed like it was a problem just about every single time for the last year and a half in particular.

Also, I wore my new updated Minimus Zeros for the first time in a race, and they did great. My feet felt good the whole way, and I had zero blisters.

I took a bottle of water, hung out by some misting fans for a bit (the no-shirt decision was definitely a good one) and then walked back to mile 13 to watch everyone else finish with Bob and Vanessa. Caitlin and Allison both ran PRs, Angie ran her fastest half in a while and Mike and Jillian, who is coming back from an injury, had a strong race too. All in all, a good day out there!

Me, Angie, Caitlin, Vanessa, Allison and Jillian.

Me, Angie, Caitlin, Vanessa, Allison and Jillian.

I changed into dry clothes in the back of Allison’s car, and then we hit up the post-race party. TK and two of her friends from D.C., who all ran the 10K, found us. I’d ripped off and thrown away the tag on the bottom of my bib the night before, which, it turned out, was necessary to get my one free beer, but I wasn’t too broken up because it was just Bud Light. There were some decent craft beers for sale, so we all had a couple of those instead.

Jillian, Allison and me. Cheers!

Jillian, Allison and me. Cheers!

I also checked my official results there. My chip time was 1:43:59! I made it!

I was 9th of 143 runners in the F 30-34 age group, 27th woman out of I’m not sure how many and 81st overall out of 1,260 total runners. Not bad! I also ran a negative split; my time for the second half was a minute faster than my time for the first half.

We walked down to a place called Marcoritaville (I think the owner’s name is Marco) for brunch, where I had a bison and bacon cheeseburger that absolutely hit the spot and an orange crush. Mike drove us all back to Allison’s house, where we took much-needed naps. After showers later, we picked up Angie at her hotel and went into Easton for dinner and more drinks.

Jillian, me and Allison at the Washington Street Pub. We needed one good shot before getting sweaty and gross later!

Jillian, me and Allison at the Washington Street Pub. We needed one good shot before getting sweaty and gross later!

Clark and our friend Mike met us at Doc’s, where we ate dinner. Our next stop was the pub, where we saw the driver introductions for the All-Star race. The TV was on mute, but just by looking at the drivers, Jillian correctly picked out Kyle Busch and Brad Keselowski as douchebags haha.

The final stop was the Brasserie, which had a live band playing. I think we made it to about 1 a.m. Jillian got to drive Clark’s Crown Vic to Allison’s house, which was the highlight of her whole weekend, I’m sure. Clark and I passed out on the couch in Allison’s living room, with Mike asleep on the floor. No pillow or anything. He just laid down on the rug and went to sleep.

Clark and Mike left early the next morning, because Clark was worried about Pepper, who’d had to spend the night alone in the utility room. (He later said Pepper had dropped a couple of large turds on the floor, but he was pretty sure Pepper had done that so he’d have some company haha.) I hung out with Jillian and Allison a little while longer, and then went home myself.

Clark and I stayed in bed until almost 1:30 p.m. We went to the beach house in the afternoon.

I pulled out the paddleboard. The canal is warm enough now I don’t need the wetsuit in case I fall in, but it was still chilly enough I wore board shorts and a rash guard.

I had a feeling I might wind up in the water anyway, because we decided to make Pepper try out the paddleboard!

We pulled it up alongside the dock near Clark’s parents’ place. I got on it first and held it steady. Pepper jumped right down onto it, which surprised me, but he seemed to immediately regret it, which did not. He kind of froze in place at first, so I shoved off from the dock.

I think these pictures pretty accurately show Pepper’s feelings about the paddleboard:

"Why am I out here and not on that dock?"

“Why am I out here and not on that dock?”

"Stop taking pictures and help me get off this thing!"

“Stop taking pictures and help me get off this thing!”

He was squirming around so much I didn’t dare try to stand up while he was on it. He seemed pretty miserable, so I tried to take him back to the dock.

Pepper misjudged how much space there still was between the board and the dock as we approached it, so when he tried to jump, he completely missed the dock and landed right in the water.

I’ve never seen him swim before, since he hates all water. He didn’t have much of a doggy paddle! He was keeping his head above water, but he was thrashing around. From behind, he definitely looked like he was panicking. Clark ran over to haul him up on the dock, and Clark said Pepper had a look of “oh shit, this is the end!” in his eyes.

He seemed fine once he was out of the water though. I paddled out to the bay. When I got back, Clark loaded up his surfboard and we drove to the Indian River Inlet, but there were no waves, so we went back to the beach house.

That evening, we got takeout from Papa Grande’s, which has really good tacos. Pepper was clearly worn out from his near-death experience:

Poor thing!

Poor thing!

Now that St. Michaels is done, I’ve got the summer series to look forward to, which starts this weekend with the Masser 5-Miler on Sunday. Marathon training should start soon, probably in late June or early July, depending on which fall marathon I finally settle on.

I did add another race to my fall calendar this weekend though. Caitlin, Allison, Vanessa and I have formed a team for the Baltimore Marathon relay in October. I did this relay five years ago, but I think it’ll be a lot more fun with them.

As far as today goes, I’ve got strength training and a short easy run on the schedule.

May 16, 2014

Training for 5/16/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 11:00 am

Today was not a great day for a run, but I got one in anyway. It was pouring rain, but it was at least a warm rain. It would have been nice if it hadn’t been for the 20 mph wind. Rain stings bare skin pretty bad at that speed.

Anyway, I did the 4.5-mile loop again, and with that, I’m all set for St. Michaels tomorrow morning. The rain should have moved on by then. It’s supposed to be in the upper 50s or low 60s when the race starts at 7:40 a.m. Should be a nice day for a run.

I think I’ll just be happy if I run this one faster than Shamrock two months ago. I don’t think I’m in shape to set anything on fire.

I’m really looking forward to seeing several of my running friends again! Since the race is tomorrow morning, we’ll have tomorrow night to go nuts. Clark and Mike are even going to come out with us, after Clark told Mike some of my weird internet friends are actually cool haha.

Sunday, Clark and I might go down to the beach to try surfing if the waves are good.

May 15, 2014

Training for 5/15/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 12:05 pm

I did workout yesterday, but it was pretty late in the evening, so I didn’t bother to post about it. I did strength training upstairs: ab exercises, push-ups, invisible chair-sitting and weights.

This morning, I took Pepper out for an easy lap around the 4.5-mile loop. It was pretty warm and muggy again, but we both held up pretty well. We ran it at about an 8:30/mile average pace.

I think tomorrow I’ll do one more short easy run, and then I’ll be all set for the St. Michaels half marathon Saturday morning.

May 13, 2014

Training for 5/13/14

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:15 am

This morning, I had to get up early to run because of my usual Tuesday morning meeting. I’d have gotten up early anyway though, because it’s supposed to be even hotter and more humid than yesterday.

It was already warm and sticky at 6:30 a.m. I did an easy lap around the 4.5-mile loop at an 8:40/mile pace. I forgot how gross it feels when you’re sweating but there’s nowhere for it to go because the air is already so thick.

Yesterday, we got another card in the mail from Aunt Helen, my retired aunt who is just doing whatever the hell she wants. One of her favorite things is card shopping. Somehow she found the one card in the universe that has a picture of a pooping weimaraner on the front:

card front

The inside:

card inside

She also sent a bunch of pictures from Easter, including two “family portraits” she’d doctored:

family 1

family 2

I can picture her giggling as she made those, and then giggling some more as she put them in that card and addressed it.

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