A Simple Running Log

November 21, 2017

Training for 11/21/17

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Today, we’ve got Stanley Steemer arriving sometime this afternoon to deep clean the carpets, so I got my run done this morning.

It was another breezy day, but not too cold. Overall, a pretty nice day for a run. I did an easy lap around the 5.5-mile loop that went well.

When I got back, I even went upstairs and did some strength training. I love how I go for weeks without it, finally do a few push-ups and then basically feel like Mr. Universe haha.

And now I’m just waiting on the cleaners. Can’t wait to listen to Pepper boof at them every time they come in or leave the house!

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November 20, 2017

Training for 11/20/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:37 pm

I didn’t feel up to running all weekend, so I didn’t, but today, I got my butt back out there for an easy run that finally felt good again, so I think I’m back!

Both Saturday and Sunday, I woke up still feeling stuffed up and pretty damn tired for just having slept all night. Plus, while it wasn’t as cold as it’d been last week, it was extremely windy. All of that added up to zero motivation to go out and do even the shortest run.

So, I wound up taking the most rest I ever have after a marathon. In the eight days following Richmond, I ran a total of 4.5 miles.

Today, after covering something for work this morning and then getting the article done in the afternoon for tomorrow’s paper, I got dressed and went out for a run.

It was a nice day compared to the last two. The wind had died to just a stiff breeze. I think my cold is pretty much done too. I sailed right through a lap around the 4.5-mile loop.

We did get some other stuff accomplished over the weekend though. Saturday, we took a bunch of recyclables and trash to the landfill, and yesterday, we cleaned the whole house. I also got in touch with everyone coming to Thanksgiving to figure out who all’s going to be here and what they’re bringing.

At this point, all I need to do is some shopping for the couple of side dishes I have to make. Oh, and be here tomorrow afternoon when Stanley Steemer gets here to deep-clean all the carpets Pepper has been wearing dirt paths into since the last time they were here. I don’t think I’ve ever been this prepared this far ahead of time. Feels kinda nice!

Yesterday was also an important anniversary. Nov. 19, 2010, was the day we brought home Pepper.

I take a million pictures of Pepper, because I think he’s the cutest thing alive, but of all the ones I took this year, I think these two sum him up best:

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Vaguely acknowledging me telling him to stop licking that pillow…

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…and then doing it anyway, while looking me dead in the eye.

Yeah, this is definitely his house, and has been for the past seven years now. Such an adorable jerk!

Yesterday was also the NASCAR season finale. I was hoping Martin Truex would pull it off, because he had by far the best overall season and deserved it the most, in my opinion, and he did. So congrats to him and his whole team!

Once again, the champion wound up having to hold off another contender to win the final race and the championship, so I guess NASCAR has gotten the “Game 7” moments it wanted out of this playoff system. It just seems so stressful for the drivers and their teams though. There’s no breathing room at all until it’s over. We’ll definitely never see another season in which the champion is decided before they even get to the last race, which, yes, was kind of boring — except for 2000, of course, when it was Bobby Labonte who had it wrapped up after the next-to-last race. Nothing boring about that!

It was also the final race of Dale Earnhardt Jr.’s career. He wasn’t my favorite driver, but I always liked him, and it’s going to be really weird not to have at least one Dale Earnhardt on track for the first time since I’ve been alive. He looked so happy when the race was over yesterday though. Definitely relieved, and ready to move on. He’s a team owner in the Xfinity Series, has a broadcasting gig lined up with NBC starting next year and is expecting his first kid with his wife, so I think he’s got a lot to look forward to.

And Matt Kenseth is leaving too. He was Rookie of the Year in 2000 — he beat Dale Jr. for that title. He’s also the 2003 champ, and won 39 races, most recently at Phoenix last week. And yet he couldn’t get a ride for next year! Or at least not one he felt would be competitive. Crazy. He hasn’t officially retired yet, he’s just not driving again until something competitive comes along, if it does. So he’s going out the same way Bobby did, basically.

Back in the day, Jeff Gordon was such a novelty because he was so young — he was 21 when he moved up to the Cup series. Car owners used to prefer experience. Since then, however, the trend has been to hire younger and younger drivers, to the point NASCAR finally had to set a minimum age of 18 on any track longer than 1.25 miles (which is most of them) for drivers in its three top national touring series.

I’m sure it’s mostly sponsor-driven. They have the money. They want some young, “marketable” driver to be the face of their product. It just sucks for a lot of drivers who don’t get to end their careers on their terms. They wind up getting pushed out of the handful of competitive rides, and either putter around in increasingly non-competitive rides, like Bobby did, or just leave, like Kenseth seems to be doing.

Yes, I’m still bitter about Bobby haha. He should not be only racing his bicycle! He’s young and hip, dammit!

November 17, 2017

Training for 11/17/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:09 pm

Not much training here to speak of. I felt kinda run-down during yesterday’s run, which is usually not the case after four days off, even when the last run before it was a marathon. Then I woke up this morning feeling like I’d barely slept, in spite of getting a full eight hours, and then I started blowing snot out my nose. Looks like I caught another little cold or something. Hopefully this one passes as quickly as the last one a few weeks ago.

So I didn’t run today. Instead, I went in town and got a pumpkin coffee and a Boston Creme from Dunkin Donuts, came back home and read about other people running in the Runner’s World magazine that came in the mail earlier. Pepper liked that strategy much better!

Anyway, this weekend looks pretty quiet. We have a lot of crap to do around this house to get it ready for both of our families to celebrate Thanksgiving here in less than a week, so I expect to spend some time on that. And Sunday is the NASCAR season finale. I can’t believe the season is already over.

If I’m feeling up to it, I’ll do some running.

November 16, 2017

Training for 11/16/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:14 pm

Today, I made it outside for a short easy run, a leisurely lap around the 4.5-mile loop. It’d warmed up enough here I could wear shorts! Other than that, it wasn’t much of a notable outing. It was just an OK run.

Man, “Wheel of Fortune” last night was brutal. I really pull for the contestants in the bonus round, especially when they go into it with the million dollar wedge.

Well, it was a granddaughter-and-grandfather duo, Laurel and Frank, who made it, with that wedge, and they came *thisclose* to solving the puzzle. (They got “zucchini,” but couldn’t figure out “baked” instead of “fried” — seriously, what kind of hippie bakes freaking zucchini?? Some of the puzzles really tick me off.)

Then Pat, in his casually untucked button-down, opened the prize envelope to reveal THE MILLION DOLLARS.

This is the moment ol’ Frank here almost had a heart attack as he saw his life flash before his eyes.

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I mean, Laurel is young. She can take a shock like that. But you just can’t do that to someone Frank’s age.

Then Pat did that thing he always does when they don’t get the bonus puzzle, and said they still had a good night, they won $26,000, you know. Maybe that’s a nice consolation when you only landed on the $35,000 bonus prize, but not the million! Sheesh.

Anyway, that was tough to watch. Poor Frank and Laurel. Curse you, baked zucchini!

November 15, 2017

Training for 11/15/17

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Today was my fourth consecutive rest day since finishing the marathon. I thought about going out for a short run, because I really do feel completely back to normal, but… meh. I put it off until tomorrow.

There was a potentially exciting development last night that involved Clark and talk of a second crack at the marathon next year, but there was also some drinking involved haha. So we’ll see what comes of that.

November 13, 2017

Richmond Marathon recap

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 1:15 pm

I LOVED the Richmond Marathon! After freaking out about the freezing cold race day forecast for four days straight, I managed to dress appropriately, enjoy the gorgeous, well-supported course and run a pretty good race, finishing in 3:44:47 with a huge smile on my face.

Friday, I packed a couple different clothing options for the race the next morning, and Clark and I hit the road around 1:30 p.m. The drive there was uneventful. Just the typical Capital Beltway and northern Virginia I-95 traffic.

We got to the expo at the Arthur Ashe Jr. Athletic Center and quickly picked up our race bibs and long-sleeved event T-shirts in gender-specific cuts. (My favorite!) We also bought some GUs for our races, Clark got a pair of running gloves and we each had a sample of the beer Sierra Nevada would be serving after the race the next day.

From there, it was a short drive to the Airbnb we’d rented for the weekend. Our host, Chris, met us at the house, a row house built in the 1890s. I assume it originally had some common areas downstairs, but it had since been converted into just a bunch of bedrooms, with a small kitchen downstairs and a bathroom upstairs. Everyone else staying there that weekend was also running Saturday morning. It was like a boarding house for runners.

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So the amenities were a little sparse (I haven’t had to share a bathroom with that many other people since I lived in my parents’ single-bathroom farm house with them and all three of my siblings) but it was cheaper than a hotel and very convenient to both the race start and a lot of the downtown area’s restaurants and breweries.

As soon as we got settled in, Clark and I left to try out some of those restaurants and breweries. We started at Champion Brewing Company, where I had a flight, and then went to Pasture, a “modern Southern” restaurant. There, I had another beer and we split some small plates: Steak tartare with jalapenos and a quail egg, chorizo meatballs and roasted brussels sprouts. Our last stop of the night was Triple Crossing Brewing Company’s downtown location, where I had yet another beer.

In other words, I ate and drank a bunch of stuff I’d usually try to avoid the night before a goal marathon! It was so cold and windy walking around that night, I’d already let the doubt creep in big-time. This race I’d been so excited about just a few days earlier was now looming over me like a final exam I didn’t study for. (Anyone else have actual nightmares about that very scenario even though they haven’t been in school for years?) I was sure I was going to freeze my ass off, hate my life and end up limping to the finish the next morning. So, might as well enjoy dinner the night before, right?

Anyway, when Triple Crossing closed, we called it a night and headed back to the house.

I slept like shit Friday night. Again, I was so worried about the weather and what to wear! I kept flip-flopping mentally on whether I should wear my fleece-lined tights or not. Worse, I became convinced the single long-sleeved top layer I’d brought wasn’t going to be enough, and there was no way to go home and get my winter running jacket.

It was also chilly enough in that room that I couldn’t get close enough to Clark, and I usually hate touching at all when I’m trying to sleep.

Finally, at 6 a.m., my alarm started going off. I got up and got dressed — in the fleece-lined tights. Never thought I’d need them for a race, but if I couldn’t have the jacket I’d become obsessed with overnight, I could at least keep my legs warm.

I went downstairs to get some water. Everyone else was up and moving about. I felt pretty bad for the people who’d stayed downstairs. As chilly as it felt upstairs, it was downright cozy compared to the lower level! One guy said it was 55 degrees in his room overnight. “Just getting acclimated for the race,” he said with a laugh.

In the kitchen, I ran into a guy who’d come to Richmond to run the marathon from Phoenix, where it was 80 degrees! And after he ran Richmond, he was “stopping by” Las Vegas on his way home to run the marathon there the next evening, because why not? (Side note: I stalked his results and found out he ran a 3:20 in Richmond and 3:32 in Vegas — not too shabby!)

I think Clark and I were the last two to leave the house. As soon as we opened the front door and the cold air hit our faces, Clark turned to me and told me he hated me for “making” him run the half haha. At least the wind had died to just a light breeze.

It was a short walk to the race start. We dropped off our gear check bags. (I had a throwaway sweatshirt on, so I at least didn’t have to strip down to my race outfit just yet.) I gave Clark a good-luck kiss before he got in his corral (the half started 15 minutes before the full) and then I made my way over to the marathon start line one street over.

Even though I’d peed just before I left the house, I had to go again by the time I got there, but the lines for the port-o-potties were ridiculous, so I just got in the starting pack and crossed my fingers the urge would disappear once I started running.

In the corral, I positioned myself between the 3:35 and 3:45 pacers. Yes, I put down 3:30 for my projected finish time when I registered months ago, but I never actually trained for that pace, and I knew it. I figured I’d put in the work for 3:45 to 3:50 at best.

A few minutes before the race start, I reluctantly removed my throwaway sweatshirt and draped it over the fence along the corral (all those discarded layers were collected and donated.) They counted us down, and we were off!

Boy was it cold. My face hurt. I’m pretty sure that’s the only thought I had for the first two miles — except for when someone behind me completely took out a traffic barrel along the course where they’re building a new bus line along Broad Street. I didn’t see it, but it sounded like they practically flattened it, and the gasps from everyone behind me made it sound like it was an impressive collision!

I was running within sight of the 3:35 pace group those first few miles, which were flat and ran along Broad Street, then turned into a residential area with huge brick homes and big monuments in the medians (on the appropriately-named Monument Avenue.) Miles 1-5 were 8:32, 8:19, 8:13, 8:11 and 8:12.

Sometime in the first few miles, I’d decided my fleece-lined tights were a good idea, and the single layer on top — an Under Armour mock neck top with their Infrared pattern on the inside, which reflects your body heat back to you — had been the way to go after all. What a relief!

However, I had to fight off those early marathon thoughts I seem to always get, no matter what: This is too far, humans can’t run this far, I can’t run this far, what was I thinking, I wish I were in bed right now. Most other runners seem pretty chatty at the beginning of a marathon, so I feel like I might be alone in that, but I get crappy negative talk in my head every single time.

While I was in my little dark place, I also had to fight off the urge to knock the teeth out of one overly enthusiastic runner near me who kept loudly “Woo!!”-ing or yelling things like “We are the parade! Everyone is out here for us!” those first couple of miles. (I later realized she was one of many on-course coaches for a local training group.) WHY ARE YOU SO FREAKING HAPPY. THIS OBVIOUSLY SUCKS AND WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA.

But! Then, around mile 5, as we were running down a tree-lined street past one of those huge brick homes, a breeze knocked loose a shower of dead leaves from a tree just as I was running under it, and they all fell over me and nearby runners like confetti. It looked like something from a magazine photo shoot trying to convince people how serene fall running is or something. For whatever reason, that struck me as hilarious, and I started to enjoy myself a little.

The next few miles started to get into some hilly spots. Nothing super steep or long, but I tried to maintain an even effort, so my mile times started to fluctuate more.

Mile 6 was 8:29, mile 7 was 8:03 (big downhill!) and mile 8, which was mostly on a bridge across the James River, was 8:27.

The next two miles were my absolute favorite of the whole course. After we crossed the river, we ran down to a paved bike path along it for all of miles 9 and 10, which I ran in 8:21 and 8:27. It was so pretty, and very quiet. Other than one band playing just off the path and a few randos hanging out on the cliff overlooking the river, it was just us runners.

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Somewhere along that bike path. Oh look, there’s one of those annoyingly chipper other runners now haha.

There was a steep incline just before mile 10, as we left the river path and returned to another residential area.

The next few miles were more small, rolling hills, that probably felt a lot worse to me — a flatlander who is too lazy to drive to the one steep bridge near her to do hill repeats like she should — than to most runners.

Still, I was keeping an even effort. Miles 11 through 13 were 8:43, 8:38 and 8:40, and I crossed the halfway timing mat in 1:50 and change.

I had a problem though. That urge to pee had never gone away. I also kinda had to poop (in spite of going twice before I left the house.) I ran mile 14 in 8:36 and arrived at the aid station. I found an open port-o-potty and took care of business, then rejoined the race, feeling MUCH better!

Due to the bathroom break, mile 15 clocked in at 10:07, the only one above 9:00 the whole race (sorry for the spoiler.) At the mile marker was a guy holding a sign that said ONLY 11.2 MILES TO GO. The specificity made me laugh.

Right after that mile marker, we ran onto the Robert E. Lee Memorial Bridge to cross back over the James River. On a windier day, that bridge probably really sucks, but we lucked out with a light breeze, so I enjoyed it.

Mile 16 ended right on the other side of the bridge. I ran that one in 8:48. There were kids handing out candy at a junk food stop there just before the aid station. I took a little cup of gummy bears, then ate my third GU of the race (I’d also eaten GUs at miles 6 and 12), then downed some water. Onward!

The next couple of miles ran through the downtown area. There were tons of little restaurants and coffee shops that looked like a cool place to hang out, but I had a few more miles to run first. Miles 17 and 18 were 8:50 and 8:39.

Just before the 19th mile marker, we crossed over Broad Street, where we’d run at the beginning of the race, and joined what had been the half marathon course.

I ran mile 19 in 8:34 and mile 20 in 8:37, hitting 20 miles in an elapsed time of 2:51. I knew I could drastically improve on my 4:06 from Baltimore three weeks earlier if I could hang on for one more 10K. Things were starting to hurt but I was still moving pretty steadily.

I think it was somewhere in the next mile, I passed a sign for Richmond International Raceway. I love that track!

We crossed under this big stone arch just before mile 21, which I ran in 8:51. The next few miles were through another residential area. Somewhere around mile 22, I passed two women I think were running together, because this was this snippet of conversation I heard:

 

Runner 1: “You  are a badass bitch!”

Runner 2: “You’re running a marathon! You’re insane!”

Runner 1: “I don’t feel so good…”

Anyway, as promised, there were aid stations at every single mile marker past mile 20 (they’d been every two miles up to 20.) As I’d been doing the whole race, I stopped to walk for a few seconds and drink some water at each, which was the perfect way to break up the running with a little walking.

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I really don’t remember where this was taken.

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Or this. But I don’t look that happy so I think it’s in the final few miles.

I also took a shot of flat cheap beer from some spectators at some point, and a shot of pickle juice from another aid station at mile 23. For a second there, I thought a little too hard about the cocktail of beer, pickle juice, gummy bears and energy gels swirling around in my stomach, and almost got a little nauseated haha.

Miles 22 through 25 were 8:35, 8:38, 8:36 and 8:30. We were getting close to the finish and I was still chugging right along. It was all going to be over soon!

Somewhere in that last full mile, we hit the long, steep downhill that led us all the way to the finish line on an island in the river. I was a little afraid my worn-out legs would give out on me if I bombed down it too fast, but then I decided I didn’t care. I just let gravity take over — if I wiped out, I could probably roll the rest of the way anyway.

I heard someone yell my name from the other side of an intersection — Clark! With his finisher’s medal! He’d survived, and he didn’t look like he hated me anymore haha.

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On the downhill toward the finish.

I flew past the mile 26 marker in 8:05 and then finished the last 0.2 miles of the race, officially crossing the line in 3:44:47 — only four minutes off my PR!

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The first person I saw on the other side of the line was Bart Yasso. I yelled “Bart!” like he was an old friend and gave him a big hug. I’m sure he was trying to figure out how I knew him haha. He told me I’d run a great time.

Then I got my medal. Upon close inspection, I realized I had not been the lucky recipient of the one with a real ruby, in honor of the race’s 40th anniversary. Oh well!

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I like it anyway.

I later saw they’d already randomly chosen the recipient before the race, and had the medal mounted in a shadow box for Bart to give to her, along with a bouquet, right after she crossed the line, which explains why he was standing there.

Anyway, next stop was gear check for dry, warm clothing! Clark caught up with me as I was trying to figure out how to change my clothes without getting naked in public, because — and this is my only complaint about this whole race — there were no changing tents in the finish area. Luckily, they give fleece blankets to finishers too, so Clark held mine around me while I changed every stitch of clothing. I felt so much better!

Then we headed over to the finisher party. The food tent had the usual post-race fare — bananas, bagels, etc. — plus box after box of Papa John’s pizza. I got a slice of cheese.

Last but not least was the Sierra Nevada tent, where all runners were entitled to one free beer. Clark and I each got a Celebration IPA.

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This year’s Christmas card?

We only hung around long enough to finish that one beer. It was just too cold.

We walked back to the house, which seemed to have been vacated by everyone else already. We were the only ones who stayed the night after the race too.

There was a bit of napping. At some point, I walked to a nearby cafe to get a hot latte and a sandwich for Clark. Then we took showers — well, I did. The tub was one of those little rounded claw-foot tubs, so it was way too small for both of us to shower at the same time. And even though I didn’t think I was in there that long, I managed to use up all the hot water. Sorry, Clark!

So he just washed his face and changed his clothes, and then we Uber-ed around Richmond to celebrate. We hit up Stone Brewing first, which is not a brewpub yet, just a tasting room, and has a wonky physical address — the Uber drivers’ GPS kept leading them to the back of the building. The first one who tried to pick us up after our visit just flat-out gave up and cancelled the ride! The second one found the building, but couldn’t find the front entrance, so he stopped and waited for us around back while we ran all the way around the building to meet him. That didn’t feel great six hours after finishing a marathon!

We tried Triple Crossing’s Fulton location next, but they’d hosted a beer festival that day that was winding down when we got there, so we called another Uber to take us to The Answer! Brewpub. (As in: Beer is the Answer!) They had a ton of awesome beers on tap, and a great food menu. I had a pork bahn mi that really hit the spot.

We were done at that point. It wasn’t really even that late yet, but it’d been a long day, so we got one last Uber back to the house.

Sunday, we checked out of the house and then drove over to Millie’s Diner for breakfast. We got there about 20 minutes before it opened and joined the line already forming outside. Pretty sure it was mostly runners in that line — several people were doing that weird thing runners do the day after a race, when they comment on how much better the weather is for running compared to during the race, even if, as was the case this time, it was only a teensy improvement haha. It was still pretty freaking cold Sunday, if you ask me!

We were among the first tables seated when they opened at 9 a.m. I got smoked salmon, poached eggs and Hollandaise sauce on a toasted everything bagel. SO GOOD.

We left Richmond and headed up to D.C., where we were finally going to get to see Chad and Samira’s new place. We got to the city a little early though, so we killed some time in our favorite way, at a bar of course. We had a couple beers at this little place called Churchkey.

Chad and Samira live in the same building they have for the last few years — a converted Hecht Co. warehouse — but they just moved to a recently added upper floor with outdoor terraces attached to each unit, with a view of the city. It’s really nice! It’s quite a bit bigger than their first unit, and it has a lot more light.

We all got lunch at a Mexican restaurant in the same building. When we left, we went to nearby Atlas Brewing to get a couple more beers and watch the second half of the NASCAR race. It was an entertaining race, even with no sound! Brad Keselowski wound up getting lucky and taking the final spot in the championship round in Miami next weekend.

On the way home, we stopped first at my parents’ house, where I met my sister’s new kitten (her first cat, Rex, who she got when she was 8, died a few weeks ago at the age of 16.) Then we stopped by Clark’s parents’ house to pick up a very excited Pepper, and then we were finally HOME.

This morning, I unpacked all my crap. Here’s all the swag from the races:

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Clark’s shirt, bib and medal from the half on the left, mine from the full on the right, and the steel tumblers we both got for finishing.

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Fleece finisher’s blanket.

We had two of those too, which worked out, because I didn’t have to take Pepper’s away from him to take that picture.

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Looks cozy.

And these were also in both of our race packets:

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This is the first fidget spinner I’ve ever seen in real life. After two days in possession of this thing, I still don’t get it.

So that’s Richmond. I had a rough start mentally, but I got through it and had a good race anyway.

Next up: Rehoboth! I’m running the half marathon there Dec. 2. The plan is to take it easy this week, maybe do a long-ish run the weekend after Thanksgiving and then try for a good effort in the race the weekend after that.

Also, Shamrock Marathon training technically starts today, but I’m taking a second consecutive rest day instead. I really don’t feel that sore, so I think I’ll be OK to do some short easy runs later this week.

November 10, 2017

Training for 11/10/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 10:09 am

I’m all done training for Richmond! I took yesterday off running, and just did a little strength training and some stretching, and this morning, I took Pepper with me for one last easy 2-miler, which went fine.

The temperature is really taking a dive. It was colder today than when I last ran Wednesday — Pepper had to wear his dork jacket — and it’s supposed to get a lot colder still overnight.

Right now, the forecast for tomorrow is a feels like temperature of 20 at the start, to rise to right around freezing by noon, when I should be done. It’s pretty windy out there today, but it’s not supposed to be that bad tomorrow, so that’s at least going my way.

I’m torn on what to wear! I don’t want to underdress, thinking I’ll warm up, because I’ve done that before and it was miserable. On the other hand, I don’t want to overdress either. I mean, I’m definitely going with tights and long sleeves. I just don’t know if I should do layers on top or if that’s going to be too hot once I get going. This decision probably wouldn’t be so hard if it had ever gotten anywhere below 50 degrees even once before today. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to dress for cold weather since last winter.

Well, I’ve got about two hours to figure it out before we’re leaving.

Other than the bitter cold making it hard to pack, I’m pretty excited about this weekend! Whatever happens in the race tomorrow morning, Clark — who’s running the half — and I will definitely find a good way to celebrate when it’s over. I’m pretty sure at some point we’ll have to stop by Stone Brewing’s new East Coast brewpub that just opened in Richmond last year.

November 8, 2017

Training for 11/8/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:55 pm

Since I didn’t do that 2-miler yesterday, I tacked it onto today’s run and did the 6.5-mile loop. Those two miles aren’t going to make any kind of difference in Saturday’s marathon, of course, but I felt better.

It got pretty chilly since I last ran. I went from shorts and a T-shirt two days ago to tights and a long-sleeved shirt. It was a really nice easy run though, which just made me feel even more excited for Richmond. All that stands between me and the race is one more little 2-miler Friday morning before we leave!

The forecast for Saturday has really gotten cold though. This is the latest that the race director just emailed to us:

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Below freezing and breezy at the start! Thank God the sun’s going to be out at least. Definitely going with tights, long sleeves, gloves and an earband.

November 7, 2017

Training for 11/7/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:35 pm

Yesterday, I ran an easy lap around the 4.5-mile loop. I cut it a little close to sunset. That’s the worst part about the end of Daylight Saving Time, if you ask me — less time to procrastinate on my run! I do have a headlamp but I truly hate running in the dark — that’s when the ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties get you — so I avoid it as much as possible.

Anyway, the run itself was fine. Nothing interesting.

Today, I had to be at an assignment for work first thing, and I did not get up in time to get in the short run on the schedule beforehand. Then the meeting lasted into the afternoon, by which time it was pouring. When I got home, I did not feel like getting suited up to run a measly 2-miler in the rain. Plus, I have another boring meeting to sit through tonight and I’d rather sit on the couch with Pepper until I have to leave for it. So, bonus rest day!

November 6, 2017

Training for 11/6/17

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 11:12 am

IT’S RICHMOND MARATHON WEEK!!

I am so freaking pumped. I can’t remember the last race I was so excited about. I feel good about my training, the weather looks fantastic (knock on wood) and then I got to watch Shalane Flanagan become the first U.S. woman in 40 years to win the New York City Marathon yesterday.

If you recall, I briefly met her and her former college teammate/cookbook co-author , Elyse Kopecky, at the Shamrock Marathon expo earlier this year. Shalane had just found out she had a stress fracture in her back and she wouldn’t get to run the Boston Marathon in a month.

elyse shalane and me

Well, this was Shalane yesterday:

NYC Marathon

Her first World Major Marathon win!

It was such an incredible run to watch! She made her move on Mary Keitany, who won this race the last three years, with about a 5K to go. I was so nervous for her! It was like the old days when Bobby Labonte took the lead in a race haha. She never even looked back as the gap grew though. Total beast. She won by a minute.

As someone who appreciates a well-placed swear, I also loved as she was coming to the line, and she finally let herself get excited about winning, she clearly yelled out FUCK YEAH! Fuck yeah indeed, Shalane!

Anyway, the rest of my weekend was good too.

Saturday morning, I made a stack of pumpkin pancakes for Clark and me. The recipe I used made a lot more than I expected. Leftovers for Sunday!

pumpkin pancakes

In the afternoon, I went out and ran the easy 4-miler on the schedule, a lap around the 4.5-mile loop. The first mile was head-on into a stiff breeze and I was not feeling it. But then that first mile ended, I turned out of the wind and I felt better — I almost always feel better after the first mile (sometimes it takes until mile 2 or 3 though.) I got progressively faster and ran the last mile around 7:30. It was a nice little run.

That evening, we went out with Mike. First, we tried Brimming Horn, a meadery that opened in July outside Lewes (technically in Milton.) Mead is honey fermented with water, sometimes with added fruit, herbs, grains and malts. It’s kinda similar to wine.

We each got a flight of six samples. I definitely prefer beer, but this was a nice change. My favorite was — no surprise here — the pumpkin pie mead.

brimming horn

The guys that run the place are all former Dogfish Head employees. Maybe Dogfish Head doesn’t think it’s so great that several of their former employees have gone off and started their own breweries (or, in this case, a meadery) and created some competition, but I think it’s awesome. The more the merrier!

When they closed, we went to Big Oyster Brewing in Lewes. We had to sit outside because we had Pepper, and it’d gotten chilly once the sun went down. Pepper and I were prepared, but Clark and Mike were not, and had to buy matching sweatshirts from the brewery. The rest of the night, people kept asking if they worked there haha.

Anyway, we had dinner there, then went to Revelation Brewing in Rehoboth until they closed, and ended our night at Dogfish Head of course. That’s where I finally took a picture of Mike and Clark in their matching shirts.

clike at dogfish head

Sunday morning was nice and leisurely. We slept in but were still up in plenty of time to watch all of the NYCM coverage, thanks to the time falling back an hour overnight.

After the marathon coverage ended, Clark and I went out for our own run. I had an 8-miler on the schedule, but he wanted to do 9, so I said I’d do his run with him. It’s just one extra mile.

We didn’t want to leave Pepper at home the whole time, but we also didn’t want to make him run 9 miles, so we decided on two 4.5-mile loops; Pepper had to sit out the first, but we’d pick him up for the second.

The first loop went by quickly enough. We got back to the house, both had to use the bathroom, downed some water, got Pepper in his harness and hit the road for the second loop.

A mile and a half into the loop is where I turn around if I’m just doing a 3-miler. It’s been months since Pepper ran regularly with me, but he did not forget that fact. As soon as we got to that point, he drifted off the road and turned around to look at me, to see if we were going back.

We told him to keep running. Which he did, but he wasn’t watching where he was going, and he tripped over the edge of the road.

Somehow, he managed to scrape up the bottom of his left rear paw so bad it immediately started bleeding.

So I got in a mile and a half of speed work when I sprinted home to get the truck, while Clark stood on the side of the road with Pepper and waited. By the time I got back, Clark had figured out the paw wasn’t cut, just scraped, and it had already stopped bleeding. Pepper wasn’t even limping anymore, but he gladly hopped right into the truck for a ride home.

That con artist haha. He hit the sweet spot on that injury — bad enough to get out of running, but not bad enough to even remember it 15 minutes later. His dedication to not running is truly admirable.

I took the little shit home while Clark finished the second 4.5-mile loop. I decided 7.5 miles with a very fast 1.5-mile finish was good enough for me.

The rest of the afternoon was spent watching the NASCAR race from Texas. Kevin Harvick won and guaranteed his spot in the championship round in two weeks. Martin Truex finished second and got enough points to guarantee his spot too. Since Kyle Busch won last week’s race, he was already in.

That leaves one spot up for grabs among the other five remaining drivers going into Phoenix next week. If one of them wins, they’re in. If not, the remaining driver with the most points is in.

I don’t even want to mention this and jinx it, but Jimmie stupid Johnson is last in points among those five drivers. His only shot is to win Phoenix, a track he’s not been very good at in the past. It’s not looking good for him — fingers crossed he stinks it up at Phoenix! Of course, it also wasn’t looking good for him with 10 laps to go at Homestead last year, and look how that ended… ugh, I should just delete this whole paragraph. Watch that jerk win Phoenix and then somehow pull it off at Homestead again.

Anyway! Today, I have another short easy run on the schedule. That’s basically all I’ve got going on the rest of the week, because Saturday is RACE DAY!

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