D and I ran the Santa Monica Gobble Wobble this morning with a good friend. Our friend ran the 5K, while D and I ran the 10K. I ran it in 46:21 (unofficial) which gave me a 7:27/mile. It was pretty piss-poor organization. 4 restrooms for all the runners. 4 restrooms! No porta-pottys. I stood in line for nearly 25 minutes and then I wasn't able to use the damn thing. I went to stand in line for the 8:00 start, and proceeded to wait another 25 minutes all while thinking, "Should I go back to the restrooms?" Ugh. I didn't feel too bad. I ran the first mile or so at little better than 8:00/mile. I felt all right towards the end, picking some runners off at about a 6:30/mile. Unfortunately, some dude picked me off in the last 4oo yards. Sucks!
Yesterday was supposed to be a 60 minute run on trails. Easy sounding enough. I had wanted to get it in before I sat down to watch the Packers/Niners game, but due to a late Saturday night, I wasn't able to get up in time to make that happen. After watching the Pack hold on to a victory at home, (are we really 6-4 now?)I geared up to rock 60 minutes in Griffith Park's hills. A quarter of a mile into the run, I looked down to check my heart rate, (yeah, I'm really that much of a running gear geek) and noticed that my watch was blank, the victim of a dead battery. So I had a decision to make. Do I continue to run referring to my ipod's clock, for 60 minutes? That would be a pain in the ass. Or, do I run the distance that I could feasibly run in an hour of comfortable running, and run it HARD. Well, I went with the latter. I pretty much ran with my foot down on the gas for the entire run. It's a hilly course, where I run my hill repeats in fact, so it really kicked my ass. But with a Turkey Trot planned for Thursday morning, I decided the fast run was more suitable than the mellow run. I may do a bit of weightlifting today, then I'll run tomorrow, and take Wednesday off in hopes of hitting the Trot hard on Turkey Day. I'm interested in seeing how much running fitness I've lost over since my last 10k I ran last December.
It was my first long-ish trail run since we moved. I did 9 1/2 miles in about an hour and a half. I say "about" because at the end of my run, with less than a quarter of a mile to go, while running from the sun into a shaded area, I clipped a tree root, and ate shit. It wasn't as bad as it could've been. Until I took my header I was feeling pretty good, too. The course was hilly, (I ran at the Observatory) and it was kind of warm and windy. The second toenail on each foot really took a beating. I'll probably have to poke a hole in there to back off the pressure. Must be some blood trapped under there.
Last night I ran a negative split. 5 miles in 40:27. That averages to 8:00/mile. The first half was run at 8:34/mile pace in 23:07, and the split was run at 7:24/mile in 17:20. Sweet! I began the run unhappy, but soon warmed up and get 'er going. This morning I am feeling the lack of stretching last night. Well, it's my own fault. I will warm up today, and do some stretching for sure. No run scheduled for today or saturday. I will run sunday morning.
6 Miles tonight. It was supposed to be six easy miles, and I guess they were, but I'll be damned if I didn't average 8:11/mile and feel great doing it. I ended with 30 walking lunges.
I grabbed an old running schedule from last year and I'm gonna run on that for at least a month, (sorry, Coach). Gotta tighten the purse strings a bit. I'm looking forward to the LA Marathon's new course, from Dodger Stadium, to the sea.
Time for a big bowl of homemade chicken tortilla soup, and a Fat Tire Hoptober beer.