A Simple Running Log

January 31, 2019

Training for 1/31/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:48 am

Yesterday got weird.

I had an appointment to donate blood in the late morning, so I ran early for once. That polar vortex that has the Midwest in a deep freeze crept over here too, to a much lesser degree, but it was still pretty freaking cold here yesterday. Fortunately, running early got me out there before the wind really picked up, so it wasn’t bad at all. I did an easy lap around the 5.5-mile loop at an 8:51/mile average.

Then I took a quick shower and went in town to donate. I figured out a long time ago if I look at the needle, I almost pass out, so I always ask to have a paper towel laid over my arm. I’ve not had a problem since.

The donation itself went fine and I never saw the needle, but when I glanced over after it’d been removed, there was a thin trickle of blood running down my elbow and a very small pool of blood on the paper towel under my arm.

Apparently the sight of my own blood also grosses me out, because I started getting dizzy and nauseated. The tech elevated my feet, put an ice pack behind my neck and got me a ginger ale. I quickly felt better, spent my required 15 minutes recovering in the “canteen,” where I ate some chocolate chip cookies, and went home.

When I got home, I still felt kinda sick to my stomach. Then the puking started.

Over the next six hours, I probably threw up a dozen times. Of course, after the first three, it was just dry heaving. I didn’t try to even drink water, because I knew it was just going to come right back up.

It was bad. I just flopped down on the couch in between episodes and waited for the next one. Dr. Pepper took good care of me by lying on me, staring at me 2 in. from my face or, when I was in the bathroom, watching from the doorway with a very worried expression haha.

Around 6 p.m., I took off the bandage and gauze they tell you to leave on there for at least four hours and washed off the leftover iodine. And I never threw up again.

I didn’t feel great, but I could finally keep fluids down for the first time in hours. I eventually felt well enough to risk eating one slice of bread. That stayed down too.

Today, my appetite is sorta back. I had some cereal for breakfast and I still feel OK. My abdomen is pretty sore from all the convulsing yesterday though.

Yesterday, before all the puking started, I thought I’d try to power through a run today post-donation, but considering I didn’t do the two things they tell you to do after donating — drinking plenty of fluids and eating — it’s not smart.

It’s even colder today too, so I’m not really missing out. Right now I’m sitting in a sunbeam on the couch. Pepper is asleep next to me, so he’s definitely happier this way.

That means it’s time to wrap up January.


  • Week 1 (Jan. 1-5): 22.6 miles
  • Week 2 (Jan. 6-12): 41.6
  • Week 3 (Jan. 13-19): 56.9
  • Week 4 (Jan. 20-26): 24.7
  • Week 5 (Jan. 27-31): 16.5

Total: 162.3 miles

Not even close to the 200-plus I’d intended to run this month, but between Pepper’s health issues, work, recovering from a trail race that kicked my butt harder than expected and then my own weird stomach episode yesterday, I did OK.

I did accomplish three long runs — 17, 19 and 20 miles — and did a pace run and some speedwork. The only race I ran was the 25K trail race. It was fun but left my quads in particular the sorest they’ve been in years.

February is the biggest month of Shamrock Marathon training. I’ve got two more 20-milers to run, one replaced by the Algonquin 50K on Feb. 9, and then one last solo run.

Speaking of Shamrock, I got an email yesterday with my bib assignment, which is by far the earliest that’s come. I think it’s because the Whale Challenge already sold out, so they could go ahead and assign the bib numbers for the marathon part (I didn’t get my 8K number yet.) Anyway, I’m 2041 and I’ll be starting in the third corral for the marathon.

January 29, 2019

Training for 1/29/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:32 pm

Today, I had this week’s middle distance run on the schedule, a 6-miler.

It was breezy and drizzly, but not too cold. (Apparently that’s coming later this week. Yay.) I ran a lap around the 6.5-mile loop in just under 57 minutes, an 8:46/mile average, and felt pretty good the whole way. Not much else to say about it.

January 28, 2019

Training for 1/28/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:31 pm

First things first — happy 36th birthday to my best friend in the world, Clark!

clark real smile

One of my all-time favorite pictures of Clark.

Friday night, we went to Rehoboth to celebrate his birthday. We started at Dogfish Head, where he got his free birthday beer as an Off-Centered Society member. (That’s the rewards program that replaced the Mug Club we’d been a part of before.)

Then we went to Eden for dinner. We’d never been there before, but the Rehoboth marathon race director has mentioned a couple times how it’s her favorite restaurant in town, so it seemed like as good a time as any to try it.

It was pricey, so definitely a special occasion kinda place, but SO GOOD. We had crab and lobster fritters to start. Clark got venison chops and I got a braised bison short rib that was fall-off-the-bone perfect. Then we each got dessert. He had a dark chocolate torte and I had orange cardamom cake.

The only thing on any of the plates we couldn’t finish was a handful of candied almonds that came with my cake, so I brought them home. I was uncomfortably full when we left, but it was worth it!

I’m glad I finally got around to taking the race director’s advice, because it was seriously one of my favorite meals to date.

Saturday, I ran the shorter run on the weekend’s schedule, a lap around the 10.1-mile loop. It wasn’t a great run. I was running around a 9:00/mile pace but it felt like a lot more work than it should have. I had some more digestive issues too, but I was expecting that, considering what I’d eaten for dinner the night before. At least they didn’t crop up until the last mile or so. I had to walk a lot of the last mile to keep everything in check until I got home, which brought my overall average pace down to 9:10/mile.

That afternoon, one of Clark’s coworkers met us at our house and we all rode over to Mispillion River Brewing in Milford. They had a lemon meringue IPA I really wanted to try.

Pepper met a Great Dane named Lucy. Lucy really liked Pepper, but he wasn’t too sure about her haha. I wish I’d gotten a picture of them together. It always makes me laugh when people ask if Pepper is a Great Dane, because he’s so teeny, even for a weimaraner, which was just that much more obvious when he was standing next to an actual Great Dane.

We also got to talking to a couple who lived up the road and were at Mispillion River for the first time. I was shocked when they said they were originally from San Diego — why in the world would you leave San Diego to go anywhere? Especially Delaware! But it turned out the guy was in the Air Force and just got assigned to Dover. That made sense. They were pretty cool and I hope we get to see them again sometime.

From Milford, we went to Millsboro to hang out with another of Clark’s coworkers. It was late by the time we got home.

Sunday, I did something I haven’t done this entire training cycle — I completely skipped my long run.

It was a nice day, and I had absolutely nothing to do instead of running, but I just could not make myself do it. Even when I thought I should at least do a shorter run, I kept letting it get later and later until oh, what do you know, there goes the sun.

I’d run 20 miles at PHUNT the weekend before, after running 16, 17 and 19 milers the three previous weekends, so a cutback week wasn’t such a terrible idea. I also didn’t feel like dealing with more digestive issues; if you haven’t noticed, I hadn’t been having much trouble with that for the past several weeks until the previous two days’ runs, and I was really loving feeling like a normal runner for once.

So I skipped a long run, to cap off what was generally a crappy training week. It happens. Moving on.

Today I am back on schedule. I did the short easy run, a lap around the 4.5-mile loop at an 8:30/mile average.

January 25, 2019

Training for 1/25/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:00 pm

I didn’t have a very good run today. I went out intending to do 10 miles. Less than two miles in, however, I got some pretty bad stomach cramps, so I cut it short and turned to just do the 4.5-mile loop. I ran-walked the rest of that as my stomach would allow. At least I made it home before the inevitable bathroom break was needed.

I turned off the Garmin after the two mile marker because I really didn’t care to see how slow the rest of the “run” was.

Anyway, moving on. I honestly have no idea what I ate to bring that on, but hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

The plan for this weekend is 10 miles tomorrow and the first 20 of this training cycle Sunday.

Outside of running, it’s a big birthday weekend around here. My niece’s 4th birthday was last week, and my brother and sister-in-law are having a party for her tomorrow afternoon. Monday is Clark’s 36th, so I’m taking him out tonight to a supposedly very nice restaurant in Rehoboth we haven’t tried yet.

January 24, 2019

Training for 1/24/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:50 pm

It doesn’t look like I’m going to make my 200+ mile goal this month after all, because my job absolutely exploded in my face yesterday. I did not get to run at all yesterday, and I barely squeezed in a short run today.

This was not just me being lazy or making excuses; I was working with my editors until well after 9 last night to get a very complex article done for today’s paper.

Then today, there was more follow-up to take care of, for the article for tomorrow’s paper. I just filed that one. At least it’s before 7 p.m. this time.

While I was waiting for a particular email earlier, I got in the run on today’s schedule.

It was supposed to be a tempo run, but the wind was insane. At least the torrential downpours from this morning and early afternoon had moved out.

It had been in the 60s while it was raining. It’s supposed to get down in the 20s tonight. The temperature had already dropped considerably by the time I ran in the late afternoon.

I didn’t do a proper 45-minute tempo run, but I did do a nice little progression run: 8:43, 8:25, 8:19, 7:59, 8:09 (into the wind — that killed me) and then the last half-mile at an easy 8:34/mile pace.

I finished the 5.5-mile loop in under 47 minutes, an 8:21/mile average.

On the bright side, my quad soreness is now completely gone thanks to that bonus rest day yesterday. I’m hoping to get in a lot of miles over the next few days — this weekend’s long run is supposed to be the first of three 20-milers. I may not hit 200, but I can still put up a solid number.

January 22, 2019

Training for 1/22/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:12 pm

Yesterday turned into a rest day. I didn’t get my work done until it was too late to get in my whole run before sunset. Yeah, I have a headlamp, but I wasn’t too upset about skipping the run altogether, because of the frigid wind chills and my still sore quads. I just did some yoga at home instead.

Today, the weather finally turned into something reasonable again. It was still very cold this morning, so I decided to wait until this afternoon, when it had warmed up.

In the meantime, I had a lunch date. Saturday was the first time Melissa was at my house. It turned out I live very close to a site she has to visit sometimes for work. She had to stop by that site today, so she came here and we had lunch and talked upcoming races. It was fun!

Later, I decided my quads felt close enough to normal — I could sit down and stand up without grimacing — to try the short easy run I skipped yesterday.

It was so nice out. Not only had it warmed up to above freezing, with full sunlight, but the wind finally died.

I ran a lap around the 4.5-mile loop at an easy 8:54/mile pace. I could still feel my quads, the left one more than the right, but it felt great to get outside again. A lot of times, I’ve found an easy workout like that seems to speed up recovery, so I’m hoping to be good for this week’s middle distance run tomorrow.

January 21, 2019

PHUNT 25K recap

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 1:32 pm

The PHUNT 25K was quite a bit tougher than I’d anticipated going in — lots of mud, snow and HILLS — but it was a very well organized event and the perfect change of scenery (and pace) from the solo long runs on the road I’ve been doing.

Saturday started pretty early. Clark’s dad stopped by at 5:30 a.m. to pick up Pepper, and Melissa got here 10 minutes later to pick up me.

It took about two hours to get to Elkton. We got to the race site at Fair Hill Natural Resources Management Center a bit more than an hour before the 9 a.m. start. Plenty of time to get our race bibs and swag (buff, pint glass and can koozie), hit the bathrooms and get suited up for a winter trail run.

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Welcome banner outside the activity hall near the start/finish line.

melissa and me before phunt k_s_g_photography

Melissa with her back to the camera and me in the white sweatshirt, right after we got to the activity hall. (KSG Photography photo credit.)

melissa and me before the race

And then when we were ready to go!

There was snow and rain in the forecast for Saturday, but it wasn’t supposed to start until later in the afternoon, when hopefully everyone would be done running. Until then, it was just kinda cold and gray. There was wind, but it was negligible since we spent most of our time in the woods.

Just before 9, the race director, Carl, had everyone sing “Happy Birthday” to two runners whose birthdays fell on Saturday, and then we all filed out of the nice warm activity hall and gathered behind the start line.

There was an air horn and we were off!

The very first couple of tenths of a mile were on clear pavement.


Just after the start. (K_S_G Photography credit.)

Then we turned onto another road, but it hadn’t been plowed. Apparently Elkton got a lot more snow than we did the previous weekend, and it’d stayed colder up there, because there was still plenty on the ground the entire race course. It was pretty much all gone at home by the end of the week, so I was surprised to see it.

first road

Snowy road in the first mile. I took this after I finished the 25K. There were a lot more runners on it the first time I ran through here.

melissa and me mile 1 (danielle vennard photo credit)

About a mile in, getting to the end of that road. (Danielle Vennard photo credit.)

We turned off the road and ran along the tree line through a grassy field, and then, a little more than a mile in, we finally got on the single track trails that made up the majority of the course.

My whole race plan was just to stick to Melissa’s heels. She was doing the 50K, two laps of the course, while I was only doing half that, so I figured I should be able to hang with her.

The trails were slick with mud already, with plenty of huge rocks and roots, some hidden by snow, to turn an ankle on if you didn’t pay close attention. Melissa and I chugged along in a congo line of other runners.

I could already feel it in my quads when we got to the first aid station at mile 3.7, and the climbs hadn’t even been that bad yet, as I would find out. I hadn’t done myself any favors by skipping out on the last several hill repeat workouts!

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Coming down to the first aid station, behind Melissa. (MadDogRunning photo credit)

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Smiled for the camera, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off the trail as I’m pretty sure I’d have wiped out. (MDR photo credit)

At the aid station, I wasn’t hungry yet, so I just drank a small cup of ginger ale. Melissa had some Coke, which one of the volunteers — I would later find out they were college ROTC cadets — thought was REALLY weird. At least we’d skipped the beer that was also there!

The stop at the aid station broke up the congo line of runners a bit, which was nice. I mean, we were never alone out there, but it wasn’t bumper to bumper anymore after that.

Back in the woods, it was another 4.2 miles to the second aid station. I got into a groove for a couple miles and had a chance to look around at the scenery. It was really pretty. At one point, we were running along the edge of a hill near a rushing creek. Melissa and I discussed coming back for a training run in the fall, we were enjoying ourselves so much.

Then we crossed a bridge and ran a loop that knocked me out of that groove. I think that was where we hit the first couple of small climbs we had to hike.

We went back across that bridge and made a slight left, and then we were at the second aid station at mile 7.9.

As we were running up on it, Melissa, who’d run this race for the first time last year, told me, “This is the GOOD one.” Don’t get me wrong, the other two aid stations were well-stocked too, but this one had it all. In addition to the typical sweet and salty snacks and energy gels, the volunteers had dragged in a generator to power a griddle, and there was plenty of hot options, like chicken broth, bacon, perogies and grilled cheese, with or without bacon. I helped myself to a couple grilled cheese quarters and some bacon, washed down with Coke. Pretty sure I also ate some Swedish Fish.

The aid stations are always my favorite thing about trail runs. I would never eat bacon and grilled cheese and drink Coke while running a road marathon. I’d puke! But it’s all fine on trails.

Melissa and I also both used the port-o-potties at this aid station (I didn’t have to go to the bathroom in the woods once!) and then we went on our way. Just past the aid station, we got to run over a covered bridge, and then it was back to climbing hills.

We were running up on the start of one climb when I saw a runner in front of us break out some retractable climbing poles. I’ve never run the kind of terrain that requires those poles to help pull you up, but she was definitely the smartest person out there at that moment. It was very slow going up that hill, probably the steepest on the course.

The next couple miles were more of the rolling hills, and before I knew it, we were at the third and final aid station at mile 10.6.

This one had a Hans and Franz theme, and a bunch of volunteers in gray sweatsuits welcomed us by yelling “insults” at us in vaguely German accents as we descended the short steep hill to the aid station — things like, “Ooh, look at her legs, they’re like spaghetti noodles!” haha. (People still know Hans and Franz from Saturday Night Live, right? My dad used to quote them all the time.)


Hans and Franz cheering us into the aid station. (Danielle Vennard photo credit.)


Melissa and me coming to the aid station. (Danielle Vennard photo credit.)

I had more ginger ale and then grabbed a small cup of dark chocolate-covered espresso beans. I remember my grandmother had some of those on her kitchen table once when I was a little kid, and I ate some, thinking they were chocolate-covered raisins, and promptly spit them out. They tasted pretty freaking awesome this time though.

Then Melissa and I took off for the final five-mile stretch back to the finish line (or, in her case, the halfway mark.)

I don’t remember much about this last stretch, just that it felt like it took forever. I mean, it was in fact the longest stretch between aid stations or the start/finish area, but it felt exponentially longer.

I just stuck to Melissa and tried to ignore my screaming leg muscles as we hiked up hills and bombed down the other sides.

Finally, we popped out of the woods for the last time, and a volunteer told us to turn left and go up “one last little hill” on the snow-covered road back to the start/finish line.

This wasn’t the steepest hill, but it was the longest, and it was right at the end! We ran the whole way up though.

At the top, we were back near the activity hall, and a couple short turns later, we were right back where we started.

We crossed the line in 3:08:12.


Done! (Simon Crisp photo credit.)

My Garmin measured 15.7 miles, an 11:59/mile average pace. The official race distance was 15.9, which made it an 11:50/mile pace. Either way, about four minutes slower than my average pace for my run just a day earlier!

A volunteer handed me a finisher’s medal, then tried to give one to Melissa, but she waved it off, since she had to go do that all over again.

Before she took off for the second lap, she stopped in the activity hall to strap some mini ice spikes to her shoes, for better traction on the snowy parts. And then, before she could get too comfortable, she left.

I, on the other hand, sat for quite a while. I couldn’t imagine running another step on those trails. But I had time to kill and a mileage goal for the month, and I knew I wouldn’t want to run anything Sunday. So I got my phone and decided to go out and get some pictures, run as far as I wanted and then turn around.

My piece of crap phone, of course, did not make it very far before it froze up and died. I got the above pictures of the race banner right outside the activity hall and then the snowy road at mile 0.4 before it shut itself off. Ugh.

For some reason, I kept running and decided I’d run to the first aid station at mile 3.7, then take a shortcut on the road back to the finish area, which should give me about 4.5 miles total.

The first 1.25 miles or so wasn’t so bad, on the road and then through the grassy field. Then I got on the trails.

They were 100 times muddier the second time around, after 500-plus runners ran through on the first lap! I wasn’t running much, just trudging through the mud. There weren’t a lot of 50K runners out there (there were 382 finishers in the 25K, compared to just 93 in the 50K) and it got pretty lonely.

Worse, I was absolutely starving. I hadn’t eaten anything else between the espresso beans at mile 10.6 and starting my “bonus” run, and I was really feeling it.

Between the mud and my rumbling stomach, I got slower and slower. I was checking the distance on my Garmin every 10th of a mile, sometimes less. Why was I out there?? It felt like I was going to die in those stupid woods haha. (I can get very dramatic in my head when I’m hungry and cold.)

Finally I made it to the aid station. I told the volunteers I wasn’t part of the race anymore — I’d taken off my bib before I left — but they gave me hot chicken broth with noodles and an IPA. Holy shit. My life was saved by that broth and beer!

They also gave me directions back to the finish area. I grabbed a couple Oreos on my way out and trudged back. The shortcut back was at least all on cleared paved roads, but of course, it was all uphill.

I’d tacked on another 4.6 miles to my day, for a total of 20.3. That was enough.

In the activity hall, as soon as I walked in, there was a tarp on the floor, for runners to leave their muddy trail shoes, rather than track mud all through the hall. I’d say 90 percent of the mud on my shoes was just from those few extra miles.

There were two rooms, one each for men and women, to change clothes. I was so glad to change into all new dry clothes.

Next step was food. There was so much! They had all the same sweet and salty snacks from the aid stations, but there was also more hot food, grilled cheese, bacon, French fries — excuse me, PHUNT phries — chili and lentil soup, and a cake that celebrated something, but I couldn’t tell what it was because most of it was gone by the time I got to it.

When I’d gotten my fill, I went for the beer. There was a help-yourself cooler of Yuengling, Rolling Rock, PBR and Corona Extra. There was also a volunteer making margaritas for anyone who preferred that, and some flavored vodka and spiced rum that probably would’ve gone well in hot coffee.

Meanwhile, they had a DJ playing music the whole time, and there was a computer where you could get a little receipt printout of your official results. Oh, and a table selling more PHUNT gear, like beanies, T-shirts and Christmas tree ornaments.

While I waited for Melissa to finish, I talked to some of the volunteers from the first aid station and Carl, the race director, and told him how much I’d enjoyed the event.

And then Melissa made it back! Obviously the second lap was slower than the first with the trails’ deteriorating condition, but she did it, and was still smiling when she got back to the activity hall.

Melissa got food and changed her clothes too, and then we hung out a while before leaving for home.

melissa and me after phunt 2019

With our finisher medals and dry clothes.

We stopped at a Dunkin Donuts on the way out of Elkton (this time of year, I have an afternoon hot chocolate habit.) I guess that detour put us in a slightly different part of the city, because the GPS sent us home a completely different way than we’d come up, but it was about the same amount of time.

When Melissa dropped me off, we agreed to sign up for PHUNT 2020. It’s nice to have a January race to look forward to, and this is a really good one.

phunt swag

Buff, pint glass, can koozie, bib and medal with detachable bottle opener (the ribbon has all the signs that were posted along the course.)

I hung up all my stinky, muddy running clothes to air out, then went to Clark’s parents’ house to pick up Pepper. Finally home for good, I took a hot shower, got into my pajamas and promptly fell asleep on the couch.

Sunday, my quads were the sorest they’ve been in years! Sitting down and standing back up were both seriously challenging.

It rained overnight and was in the mid 50s when I first let out Pepper in the morning, but the temperature started dropping sometime during the day, while the wind got stronger. By the time the sun went down, the “feels like” temp was down to 9 degrees.

Other than rinsing all the mud out of my trail shoes and hanging them up to dry, I did absolutely nothing Sunday. It was awesome!

I watched both football playoff games. Clark was texting me from the Saints game. He said the Superdome was too loud haha.

Today, I had a morning assignment. Part of it involved being outside. It was -2 degrees because the wind was still absolutely screaming. I mean, yeah, it’s January, but come on.

So I went and froze my butt off, and when I got home a few hours later, I had to clean up everything Pepper had been doing with his butt in the utility room while I was gone. I also had to put him in the shower because he’d walked through it. He looked extremely upset by it, but the last time he wound up in the shower after walking through one of his messes, it cured him of that habit for several years, so fingers crossed that did the trick again.

I still have a short easy run on the schedule for today that I’m not looking forward to because of, No. 1, the aforementioned extreme cold and, No. 2, my quads are still a little sore. Well, I invested in fleece-lined running tights and a balaclava for a reason, and I’ve run in worse, so I will try to get out there once I get done writing the article about this morning’s assignment.

January 18, 2019

Training for 1/18/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:12 pm

Today is a beautiful day for a run, for January anyway. Hardly a breeze, sunny skies and in the 40s. And I had a great run out in it!

I intended to do eight miles at goal marathon pace, 8:12/mile. The first mile was a little too fast, 8:05. I thought I backed off in the second mile, but I sped up to 7:50. Mile 3 was 7:46.

I managed to get closer to goal pace the next few miles, but they were all still a little under 8:00. The last two were 8:02 and 8:05 again.

In the end, I finished the 8.4-mile loop in 1:06:something, a 7:56/mile average.

I’m definitely not adjusting my goal pace to sub-8; that did not feel like something I could keep up another 17.8 miles. But if I can be smart and back that off 15 seconds per mile, I think my 3:35 goal for Shamrock just might be doable. It was an encouraging run!

Shamrock, by the way, is two months from yesterday. So far I’m feeling pretty good about how this training cycle is going.

My running plans for the weekend are at least a 25K on the trails tomorrow, perhaps a little more after I’ve finished the official race distance, and then a rest day Sunday. I don’t really have any other plans, period, beyond that.

Clark just left to go to New Orleans. His friend Bart is a huge Saints fan and got himself and Clark tickets to the Rams-Saints games down there Sunday. I’ll be looking for him on TV from our couch with Pepper.

January 17, 2019

Training for 1/17/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:10 pm

It’s been a week and about 52 miles since my last day off running, so I’m taking today as a rest day. I’d really thought about running today and tomorrow, plus the 25K trail race Saturday — which would be nine days in a row — so I could make Sunday a rest day, but I was dragging ass the last few miles yesterday and I think my legs could use a break. I think I will do some yoga and a little strength training.

I still want Sunday to be a rest day though, as the weather is supposed to be awful. Since I’m riding up to the race with Melissa, who’s doing the 50K, I’ll have time to kill, so I might run a few more miles after I officially complete my race distance.

Normally I wouldn’t care about making up the 5.5 miles I was going to do today, but I’m on track to just break 200 miles this month — something I haven’t done in six years — and I don’t care how little that actually matters, I really want to make it happen. I had a slow start to January and skipped a couple scheduled 8-milers because of Pepper’s issues, so I can’t really miss any more miles.

January 16, 2019

Training for 1/16/19

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:08 pm

I ran this week’s 9-mile middle distance run today. The temperature warmed up a tad from yesterday, but I underestimated how cold it was anyway out there with the wind, and underdressed a bit. That inspired me to keep it moving — I ran the 9.1-mile loop in 1:18, an 8:38/mile average — but I am frozen solid. Off to take a piping hot shower!

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