Strength in Numbers

I’ve been running a lot lately. I’ve been putting up big numbers (for me) averaging over 70 miles a week since the Carlsbad 5000. The last few weeks have been some of the busiest in recent record, so it’s been a task in doubles and finding free time to squeeze in runs. This week saw 4 morning runs, which should’ve been 5 but I got to sleep too late on Wednesday. I’m not sacrificing sleep, because I need the recovery time. I’m hoping these solid weeks will lead me to the promise land and I’ve been seeing some results in training.

I’m getting strong. My ritual 7 milers aren’t being done on the flats anymore because of my neighborhood. I run through the rolling hills of Balboa Park and I can tell from the strength alone. Lately my legs have felt great. On days where I should be tired from the previous day’s workout I haven’t been. I ran a 5 mile tempo last Tuesday night and followed it up with a fast 10 miles over the hilliest parts of Balboa Park I could find (read: Pershing Ave and 6th Ave) on Wednesday. I was in shock. I should’ve been dragging a little but my body was aching for a challenge. My only limiter right now seems to be my oxygen, which I still haven’t figured out. Some days my inhaler works amazingly well, other days it does nothing. I’m almost to the point of seeing a respiratory specialist.

Wahoo’s OC 5k is in 9 days. I don’t have a goal time. I’ve been running workouts indicative of 16:20s but I’m thinking about ditching the watch. The last time I ran a 5k without benefit of the watch I accidentally ran a PR. Or tied it anyway. The competition in the race has varied the last few years. Some years it’s in the 15s, other years it’s low 16s. I stand a chance of winning, but I don’t want it to become a tactical race. It’s flat enough to PR or to come close. I’ve gone 10 months without a PR. It’s time to shine.

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About thedillyruns

In 2007 I decided to join a running group to train for a marathon. I'd never run more than 4 miles at a stretch and never raced. I grew up playing basketball. After a promising first half marathon, I grew hungry to run faster.
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