The Long Run......
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Ironmom posted 1 year ago.
Great writeup of the long run. Congrats on getting over that big physical and mental hurdle and knowing that all of that work will pay off in AZ.
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Jstyle posted 1 year ago.
I see the fatigue that I have been feeling more like Al Pacino in busting through the door "say hello to my lil friend" my body is like every one in the room just getting torn down by M16 fire...
This was a tough week for me I had a 175 min run on Thursday (don't ask me why 175 and not 180 but that’s what my training plan said.) Well I ran it and was hurting the whole time. I struggled to finish and did it in a 9 min a mile pace. I managed to finish up the run at 645. Well this is where it gets funny, not haha funny more like short yellow bus funny. When I got home I slammed food in as quickly as I could because I had my Thursday night group right after. Well the story gets better at 9:30pm I had to stop eating, now I didn't have much for dinner but I was still hungry however I had a cholesterol test to do and you have to fast for 12 hrs prior.
I went to bed hungry, I work up hungry and finally at 10am I got to eat. I was all nervous about me gaining too much weight and my body storing it all as fat so I had a bunch of small snacks. Well I started off on my 60 minute run the first 30 feeling marginal at best. The wife was waiting for me at the house so she could run the next 30 min with me cuz she is getting back in shape now. Well I was about at 30-35 min when I felt all light headed. My eyes rolled back and the wife was like are you ok. Well I managed to keep myself from falling over and had to walk the last bit…
I was supposed to swim that night as well but I didn’t want to drown in 5 feet of water. I took the rest of the day off and I felt pretty good for my very first outdoor century ride While it was crazy windy and crowded the ride went pretty well.
Moral of the story don’t run if you can’t count the fingers on your hand!
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kkocan posted 1 year ago.
Great post/inspiration. I have many weeks in my training plan leading up to my long run(s), but I am already sweating them. 2.4 mile swim, no problem. 112 on the bike, no problem. Long run, problem (at least from the mental aspect anyway).
I have a bike trail not far from my home that is 9+ miles each way. My plan will be to load up the fuel belt, park the car at one end and run to the other. Then, no choice but to run back. (I could cheat by parking the car in the access at the mid point, and run back and forth, but nahhh...) As someone with less than 1 year of distance, or any type of run training, that my long run is going to be a big mental hurdle. I know last year once I broke the 13 mile mark on a training run I finally felt like I was 'getting there'.
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Slimpee posted 1 year ago.
these are some great posts! I have yet to do a tri but i'm signed up for a sprint this summer and i'm looking at doing one before then. I've always hated running but i have to force myself to do it. The day I did a 45 minute run w/out stopping on the local Y track (14 laps/mile) I was wicked excited! I was moving fairly well for a guy who hates running at somewhere around 8 min/mile I would suspect. I think that my biggest obstacle is not quitting at the first signs of fatigue. I have to challenge myself to go as far as my body will let me, which is most likely farther than I think.
I just need to push myself. Even when I get in the pool my endurance sucks and i hang out on the side for 15-20 seconds after almost every lap but i try to "race" people on either side of me just to push myself.
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fittycent posted 1 year ago.
Slimpee;64105 wrote:
I just need to push myself. Even when I get in the pool my endurance sucks and i hang out on the side for 15-20 seconds after almost every lap but i try to "race" people on either side of me just to push myself.
I think learning how to push ourselves is something we all have to do. When I started doing tri's, I already knew how far I could push myself on the run, but I hadn't learned how to really push it on the swim or bike. For me, I have to experience the absolute limit of my ability (in other words, hit a wall) in order to know where that limit is, and how hard I'm capable of going without falling apart.
So this was my big run week leading into IMAZ. I logged 60 miles of running, as well as 223 miles on the bike and 8000 yards in the pool. Everything during the week was all geared towrads my run on Sunday, The Long Run, the 3 hour extravaganza on legs fatigued from a 21+hour training week, an 87 mile/8.25 brick the day before, all designed, I assume, to accomplish one goal: simulate your bodies phyisical state during an IM marathon.
Fatigue is a funny thing. It's phsysical, it's mental, and it's cummulative. It builds slowly, sneaks up your driveway and then bangs on the door shouting 'I'm here!!' :eek: It had been a tough week in regards to time and motivation, both seemed in scarce supply, with Friday being a low point. I rallied for the Saturday brick and felt vindicated but prepared to be humbled by The Long Run.
I started out at 7:30am and spent the first hour and half getting all the hills out of the way. It was tough, I was tired, my heart rate on the low side. The temps started rising and so did a stiff easterly wind blocking my route towards home. I didn't monitor my pace, just my HR, having to work hard to keep it above 140. That's that sneaky fatigue for you, putting the kibosh on your cardio!
After 2 hours, I gave my self some relief and ran around a local track fore a while. The soft, flat route allowed me to pull my form back together, kick up my HR, and provided a water fountain as my 4 Fuel Belt bottles were empty and I was almost out of PowerGel. It was at somepoint while circling that track that I began to visualize it; visualize the last few mile of my upcoming IM. My legs tingled in anticipation of that feeling of seeing the finishing chute, of seeing my family there, and if all goes well, seeing a 9:XX:XX on the clock.
At 3:00:00 I was 300 yards from my home. I stopped all the clocks and monitors I wear on my body. 23 miles, 3.2 miles short of a mararthon on a lazy Sunday morning. My pace was alomost 10 seconds per mile faster than my first Marathon last year done on rested legs. As I walked towrads my driveway, I began to believe and felt that the journey has been worth it and I was happy to be there this morning. :)
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Of course it's 'effing hard, it's IRONMAN!