A Simple Running Log

August 18, 2017

Training for 8/18/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 2:48 pm

I did ride my bike Wednesday. Clark’s Garmin Fenix 5 was fully charged and sitting on the ottoman in the front room where we keep our bikes, so I took it with me. That thing feels like it weighs 10 times as much as the 220 I use for running.

I rode the 29.2-mile loop that crosses the Sharptown bridge twice. It was still pretty hot in the early evening, but not too windy. It really didn’t feel that bad.

When I finished, the Garmin said I’d finished the loop in 1:34:xx, an average speed of 18.5 mph. My fastest recorded speed was 26.6 mph — when I was going down the bridge, I’m sure.

Yesterday, Clark got home from a work trip early enough (and I put off my run long enough) that I was able to go out without having to leave Pepper home alone. It was about the same time I’d left for my bike ride the day before, and just as warm and humid.

An easy lap around the 6.5-mile loop was much less pleasant than the bike ride had been. I was absolutely drenched in sweat by the end of the first mile. But, other than an inevitable bathroom break about halfway through, I ran the whole thing at a steady clip.

Today, I still have not run. I need to get out there soon if I’m going to. It’s freaking hot, like in the triple digits. Also, I thought it was supposed to rain, so why is it so bright and sunny out there, just making it feel hotter? Ugh.

The other day, a friend who’s as obsessed with pumpkin spice as I am texted me that she was ready for cool days and pumpkin-everything. We must’ve been in the middle of those couple of weeks where the weather was actually kinda nice for summer, because cool days didn’t sound good to me yet. Well, you know, I could really go for 55 degrees and some reasonable humidity right about now.

As for this weekend, what I should do is run a 7-miler tomorrow and that 14-miler I just blew off all week Sunday. I have no races at all, and Clark is going to be home, so no excuses there. But it’s going to be just as hot as it’s been all week. We’ll see how it goes.

August 16, 2017

Training for 8/16/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:15 pm

I did not do that long run yesterday. Just the opposite, actually — I let it turn into another rest day.

Today, however, I resisted Pepper’s attempts to make me feel like the worst person alive for putting on running shoes, and I went out and ran an easy lap around the 7.3-mile loop, this week’s middle distance run. Unfortunately, it took me until about 11 a.m. to do it, so it was pretty warm on top of the usual humidity, but it turned out to be a routine run. Nothing great, but not awful either.

I might take the bike out this evening. It’s supposed to storm the next three days, so it might be my last chance for a bit.

August 14, 2017

Training for 8/14/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:38 am

Friday, I never made it outside for a run. Pepper’s guilt trips every time I leave the house to run without him are starting to wear on me. And then, after Clark got home and I had plenty of time to get in a run if I wanted, Pepper did this:

pep on my foot

Anyone who lives with a dog knows if the dog is comfortably lying on you, you don’t move.

Saturday was rainy as forecasted. Around noon, I went out for a lap around the 7.3-mile loop. It wasn’t a particularly great run. I didn’t mind the rain at all, but it was just so humid. It only felt more humid when it stopped raining halfway through the run.

That evening, we took Pepper to Specific Gravity for dinner, and then we went to Clark’s coworker’s house to hang out. I wound up snoozing on the couch the last couple of hours we were there (I am such a fun guest!) but it was for the best, since I had that rescheduled final summer series 5K in the morning.

Even after that nap and then going straight to bed when we got home, I was still in no mood to get up and run a race when my alarm went off Sunday morning. In fact, I’d apparently been wishing so hard for the race to get postponed again or even cancelled, I’d dreamed it happened. I had to check my email immediately when I woke up — nope, that wasn’t real life. So I got dressed and was ready to go when TK got to my house.

The Dam Mill 5K was held in Millsboro, which is closer to my house than all the beach races, so that was nice.

We were parked about a half-hour before the 7:30 a.m. start. We got our bibs and event shirts, and then I did my usual easy mile to warm up. The temperature wasn’t bad, about 74 degrees, but it was still stupid humid.

We got the commands and we were off.

The course was pretty simple, basically an out-and-back with a little loop at the beginning. I didn’t feel great at first, in spite of having warmed up, but I felt better as the first mile came to a close, which I ran in 7:10.

By this point, we were on the long straightaway of the town’s main street that made up the majority of the course. Heading out of town, there was a nice easy downhill, but that just meant we were going to have to run up it going back.

The U-turn was at about mile 1.75. I was still feeling OK, but the humidity was starting to get to me. I knew my pace was slipping, but what else is new?

I finished mile 2 in 7:25. Knew it! Oh well. I kept plugging away, up that downhill that was now an uphill, which sucked.

Instead of retracing that little loop at the beginning, we made a left turn off the main street to run straight back to the finish line. I finished mile 3 in 7:29, and then ran the last 10th of a mile — all downhill! — to cross the line in 22:46, my second-fastest 5K of the summer series.

Sorry, I don’t have a picture of myself drenched in sweat and gasping for air at the finish line of this one; Fredman, our talented photographer, had already committed to photographing another local 5K yesterday before this one had to get rescheduled. I’m sure it would have looked just like all the other pictures I got from these summer series races this year.

I did another slow mile to cool down, and got back to the park in time to see TK finish.

When they posted the results, I was first of five in my age group.

2017 dam mill 5k F30-34 winners.png

Top three in the F 30-34 age group.

I was also fifth of 67 women to finish, and 27th of 136 overall.

And best of all, I am finally done running enough races to qualify for the summer series for the eighth year in a row! This year, I finished with a grand total of 9 (four first place finishes, one second and one third), which I believe should be low enough to win my age group for the series again. The awards will be handed out after the Last Blast Prediction 5K on Sept. 2.

TK and I got iced coffees at the Millsboro Dunkin’ Donuts and headed home. She’d just gotten back from a weeklong vacation the evening before and had plenty to do at home yesterday afternoon.

I lazed about for a bit at home with Clark and Pepper, and then we went to the beach house in Fenwick. Later that afternoon, we took a couple surfboards to Indian River, but there were already close to 50 surfers out there competing for the handful of decent waves that were coming in, so neither of us felt like getting in the middle of that. We just sat on the beach with Pepper and had a couple beers instead.

pepper on beach.JPG

Look at all those surfers floating around out there behind Pepper!

We went back to the beach house, grilled up some salmon filets and asparagus and came home.

This morning, the temperature was all the way down the mid 60s, so I went out and did the short easy run on the schedule first thing. While the temperature felt great, the humidity was still 95 percent, so I was just as sweaty as ever when I got home. It was still a pretty good run though.

Tomorrow morning, I should have enough time to get in the 14-mile long run I didn’t do this weekend.

August 11, 2017

Training for 8/11/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 2:43 pm

I haven’t run yet today. No real reason, just being lazy. I would like to go out and run the 5.5-mile loop at some point.

Yesterday, Clark and I went to Ocean City and met Bart and Marybeth at the weigh-in for the White Marlin Open, a huge weeklong ocean fishing tournament they hold every August. This was its 44th year, but I’d never seen any part of it in person.

It calls itself the “world’s largest and richest billfish tournament,” this year with $4.75 million in prize money up for grabs. There are different categories in which to win money, but the biggest prize — $2.6 million — is for whoever catches the biggest white marlin. So it attracts some very fancy fishing boats.

Registered boats can fish three of the five days. Monday and Tuesday were crap days, so most of the boats waited until Wednesday to go out for the first time, meaning yesterday was also pretty busy.

We got to the official weigh-in site at Harbour Island, at 14th Street and the bay, a little before 4 p.m., when the scales opened.

The day before, we’d seen a pretty snazzy-looking orange and black boat cruise by the condo out in the ocean. It wasn’t a fishing boat, but it was docked in that marina, so we had to go look it over. It has five 400-hp engines. I’m no math whiz but I can figure out that adds up to 2,000 hp. I sent Dave a pic of it and told him this should be our next ski boat.

midnight express

Right after 4 p.m., the first boat came in with a white marlin to be weighed. It didn’t unseat the current leader, but it was big enough — 72.5 lbs. — to take over third place and the $40,000 prize.

We hung around long enough to see another white marlin hit the scales. It’s hard to see in this picture, but it’s dangling on the scale, alongside the big screen display. It wasn’t big enough to land in the prize money.

white marlin

None of us were really that into watching fish get weighed, and we were getting hungry, so we went to De Lazy Lizard for dinner. Corey met us there too.

Bart and Marybeth left after we ate, but Clark, Corey and I hung around there until we left to meet Aunt Helen and Uncle John for a dinner reservation at The Sunset Grille in West Ocean City.

I’ve only been there once before, in the middle of the day in November, so I didn’t know how popular it was during the White Marlin Open. It was packed, and the marina was full of the huge fishing boats competing in the tournament. A lot of them were lit up, which looked pretty cool.

boats at night

It was after 11 when we left. Clark’s parents had Pepper for the evening, so we didn’t need to drive home. Instead, we just drove to Fenwick and crashed at the beach house, then got up this morning and drove home.

I had this really weird dream last night. (I’ve been having a lot of really weird dreams lately.) In this one, I was signed up for my first triathlon. The open water swim went great (I couldn’t tell if it was a river or a very calm ocean) and I was one of the first ones in transition, but when I got there, I couldn’t find my bike. I finally found it, but then it took me forever to get ready to go out on it — I was the last one to leave. And on the way out (of the building??), this woman stopped me to ask for help finding an administrative office or something. She wouldn’t let me go. I never made it to the bike course, just pushed my bike around this building trying to help this woman. There was a sandwich involved too but the details have escaped me haha. And that was the end.

Clark said it was a sign I should sign up for a tri in real life, because I survived the swim, the part I really don’t want to do. There are three short-distance tris in the area in September. One is the same day as the Dogfish Dash, which I’m already registered for, but the other two are open days on my schedule. I said I’d consider Dewey Beach, because there’s an option to do a half-mile run in the sand instead of the half-mile ocean swim before biking 15 miles and running a 5K on pavement. But Clark is working on me to just bite the bullet and do the tri. Eh, we’ll see.

My only plans for the weekend are a middle distance run tomorrow, probably the 7.3-mile loop again, and then the rescheduled Dam Mill 5K on Sunday morning. It’s supposed to storm again tomorrow, hopefully not so much this time it washes out that race again. And then I’ll do the 14-mile long run early next week.

August 10, 2017

Training for 8/10/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 12:01 pm

Today, I ran an easy 7-miler, this week’s middle distance run. It wasn’t a particularly enjoyable run. Clark and I were up late drinking and listening to music, so I woke up this morning feeling not so great. I pushed off the run as long as possible, and it was after 11 a.m. when I finally went out. Fortunately, the weather is pretty perfect today, so that wasn’t as bad a decision as it could’ve been. But I just wasn’t feeling so hot. Oh well. It got done.

August 9, 2017

Training for 8/9/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:14 am

Kara invited me to go to the beach with her today, so I got up early for once and ran first thing in the morning, an easy lap around the 4.5-mile loop. It was a gorgeous morning for it too. Best of all, the temp was in the low 60s. It was a nice little run.

August 8, 2017

Training for 8/8/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:03 pm

I did not run yesterday. We didn’t just get some rain and wind. We got some pretty heavy duty storms; an actual tornado touched down in Salisbury. (Right across the street from our favorite beer store! The beer store was fine though.) I didn’t want a repeat of that time in June I had to hitch a ride from a passerby when I got caught out in a severe storm, so I just stayed home.

Today, it wasn’t raining anymore, but it was still cloudy all day and not terribly hot (though still humid) so I finally went out and did that 13-miler I’d been putting off.

It was OK, I guess. I ate all this jambalaya yesterday, leftover from dinner the night before, and it was… not a great decision. I had to stop in a corn field just over two miles into the run, and while I didn’t have to use the bathroom again the rest of the way, my stomach felt unsettled the entire remaining 11 miles.

I almost let myself take a shortcut but I forced myself to run the whole 13.2-mile loop. I’d worn the Garmin to see exactly how long that loop was, and the mile splits were all well under 9:00 the first half of the run, then 10:00 or over the second half when I really started to feel bad. The whole run’s overall average pace was 9:28/mile. Meh.

There was a bright spot though. Back in January and February, when I was doing long runs training for Shamrock, I found some graffiti on the road that made me laugh. Today was the first time I’d run that way since then. I was worried they’d gotten paved over, as a lot of that road has been resurfaced, but not only was the original graffiti still there, a LOT of rebuttals have been added since then. I had a pretty good time reading everything.

August 7, 2017

Training for 8/7/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 8:59 am

Friday evening, I ran the inaugural Naylor Mill 7K in Salisbury. It was held at this sports complex on Naylor Mill Road I’ve driven by a million times but never had any reason to visit. I thought it was just a bunch of baseball fields, but it turns out it has a small trail network too.

The race’s subtitle of sorts was On the Bacon Trail. Bacon and bacon doughnuts at the start, bacon at the one and only aid station about halfway through the race and more bacon at the finish.

It was put on by Trent, the same race dictator behind the Algonquin 50K I ran earlier this year. When our bib numbers were generated, runners who’d done Algonquin got the first numbers, and I got 2. Trent said something about how I had to live up to my bib number. He meant finishing second, but No. 2 while running means something else entirely to me haha. I really didn’t want to live up to that after all, so I skipped all the pre- and mid-race bacon.

There were 65 runners, including a guy in a bacon costume.

bacon costume

We all gathered around our mascot for a pre-race group photo:

bacon run before race

By the way, my trail shoes were the ones I’d worn for Algonquin, which I dropped in the garage when I got home from that race. They sat there for six months until I left for this race Friday. I was really hoping they had at least another 4.35 miles in them.

At 6:30 on the dot, we were off!

The first 0.7-mile or so was around the perimeter of the baseball fields, and then we ran into the woods.

So, when I signed up for this trail race, I was expecting a trail like the one at Trap Pond — flat, flat, flat. After all, we’re still on Delmarva here.

At first, it was kinda flat. But it was all single-track, with a lot of roots to watch out for, and it made a turn what felt like every five steps. I found myself second in a conga line of about seven runners, weaving through the trail.

I finished the first mile in 8:09, and soon felt like I’d found my rhythm, just following the runner in front of me.

Then we hit the hills.

Yes, hills! They weren’t long, but they were steep, and they were relentless. One after the other. It felt like we were always either climbing up or bombing down one. The trail itself kept making tight turns too.

I quickly lost that rhythm I’d had going. I was sucking wind, but I was keeping up with the runner in front of me.

I heard my watch beep the second mile — 10:36. It felt like I was working so much harder than that!

We’d been told the aid station was supposed to be at mile 2. We just kept running, but no aid station. Finally, when my watch was almost at 2.7 miles, we came up on a line of small children dangling strips of bacon. I emphatically turned them down haha:

turning down the bacon at mile 2.6

We kept running. Up, down, hairpin turn, rinse, repeat. I turned my ankle a couple of times when I landed on a root wrong, but I stayed upright. Mile 3 beeped — 10:37.

Finally, around the 5K mark, at the base of yet another steep uphill, I had to step out of line and catch my breath.

The rest of that fourth mile, I walked the uphills and ran when I could. My legs were dead, my breathing was out of control and I just felt like garbage. Worse, if my Garmin was that far off when we hit the “mile 2” aid station, I had a lot farther left to run than I thought.

Somewhere around mile 3.7, I could hear cheering at the finish line. I perked up, thinking my Garmin was actually off in my favor and I was almost done — but then the trail made another hairpin turn and sent me back into the woods haha. So mean!

Mile 4 beeped — 14:17. Yowza! This got ugly. But I was almost done, for real. I emerged from the woods and, just up a short stretch of pavement, there was the finish line.

bacon run finish

I crossed the line in 49:02, an 11:16/mile average. My Garmin measured 4.34 miles, so it was pretty much right on it.

Right behind me was the guy in the bacon costume.

bacon guy finish

My friend Melissa and I helped ourselves to some bacon once we were done running.

melissa and me with bacon

It was some damn tasty bacon too!

bacon grillers

Awards went to the top three male and female runners. I was seventh female, so no golden bacon for me, but Melissa got third for running a 43:16:

melissa with bacon award

It was a fun evening! I’m glad I found out about that trail. It’s only about a half-hour from home, and it definitely makes for a good hill workout.

I met Clark afterwards at 3rd Wave. We had a couple beers there, went home and made some burgers for dinner. I was out like a light after that.

Saturday morning, I ran the 6-miler on the schedule. It was a very slow, clunky lap around the 6.5-mile loop. My legs just did not want to go again that soon after the hilly trail run the night before.

That afternoon, we met my brother, his brother-in-law, Wes, and Wes’s wife, Megan, at the Choptank marina for some boating. Dave even said Pepper could come with Clark and me, after we assured him Pepper would not, in fact, go to the bathroom all over the boat. I never should’ve told anyone I’m related to about that one random time last year Pepper took a dump in my car for no apparent reason, because now they all think he just poops everywhere.

Anyway, it was a beautiful day, except for one thing — the wind. The water was really choppy. We weren’t sure we were going to get to ski at all, but when we made our way to our usual spot, it was smooth as always.

We beached the boat for a bit first. Pepper was pretty impressed with his own newfound skill for jumping in and out of the boat haha. He even walked out into the water a few times, to try to grab a “stick” that was actually a mostly-submerged log. He had to settle for a mouthful of bark.

Dave, Wes and I all skied after that, and then we rode up to Dover Bridge(s.) We just happened to be there when a larger boat wanted to go through, and they had to open the current bridge. I’ve never seen that from the water before.

dover bridge open

Following the other boat through.

dover bridge actually closing

This rickety old thing is being replaced by the new fixed-span bridge because it gets stuck open so often, but it actually closed this time.

pepper on the party barge

Pepper hanging out.

We went back to our skiing spot, and Dave, Wes and I all went out again. We spent quite a while after that just floating in the middle of the river. It was an absolutely perfect day for that.

I tried to ski a third time, but I’d had a couple too many Sandstorms at that point haha. I think I tried to get pulled up seven times, but it was like I’d completely forgotten how to do it.

We went to Suicide instead to get dinner, which we got to go, so we could eat it on the boat. We were just getting back to the marina as the sun was going down.

sunset on the choptank

Sunday morning, I definitely did not feel like doing a long run. I slept in, and when I woke up, I just felt exhausted overall. I took my time eating breakfast.

It was around noon when I thought I should go out and run at least a short run. I was just going to do three miles, but it turned out it was a really nice day for a run — not too hot or humid — so I stretched it out to the 4.5-mile loop.

Later that afternoon, I met Dave, Wes and Megan again for a quick trip out on the boat. We only had a few hours, but it would be the last chance to go before Dave gets back from a two-week vacation.

The wind had died from the day before, and it seemed like everyone was out there on the river. The marina parking lots were packed full of cars and boat trailers.

I was pretty relieved when I got up on the ski on my first try haha. I’m not kidding, that was really bothering me Saturday night and all day Sunday! I was seriously worried I’d just flat-out forgotten how to do it.

We were back at the marina and had the boat trailered again before 6. When I got home, I got cleaned up, and then Clark and I took Pepper to Capsize, a restaurant in Oxford we’d not tried before. It was a perfect evening to sit out on their deck overlooking the Tred Avon River. Everything we ordered was really good too.

Today, I will run something. I really should do the long run I missed yesterday. It’s supposed to storm though. We will see what happens.

August 4, 2017

Training for 8/4/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:57 am

This morning, I didn’t run, since I have that trail race later, so I took out the bike for a ride. It was a little on the toasty side, but not bad. I rode a loop that turned out to be 28.2 miles.

So the running plan for the weekend is — trail race this evening, easy 6-miler tomorrow, 13-mile long run Sunday. In between, I’m hoping we get to go out on the boat some more. There’s also a NASCAR race in Watkins Glen on Sunday afternoon.

August 3, 2017

Training for 8/3/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:37 pm

Yesterday morning, I did go out and run an easy 3-miler. Another hot, muggy late-morning summer run.

In the afternoon, Dave and I took the boat to Choptank again. Aunt Debbie and Rick met us there, and we went out on the river.

It was another perfect day for the boat. I skied, Dave skied and wakeboarded, and then Rick wanted to try the wakeboard. Aunt Debbie was a little concerned he’d further hurt his back after complaining about some pain there the last several days, but it turned out she didn’t have to worry about his back — he tore a biceps instead. Yowza! That is one injury we have never seen on the boat.

It apparently wasn’t anything a little ice and a few beers couldn’t handle haha. We beached the boat and hung out for a while. Then I skied again, Dave skied and kneeboarded, and we finally hit up Suicide again and headed back to the marina.

Today, sadly, we couldn’t go out on the boat, and I don’t think we’re going to make it out tomorrow either. Hopefully we find some time over the weekend.

I didn’t run today either. Tomorrow was supposed to be a rest day, but then I signed up for a 7K (4.35-mile) trail race in Salisbury tomorrow evening, so I made today a rest day instead.

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