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This is not a fitness blog: but I just found out what happens if you go for 3 months w/o training [Sep. 30th, 2016|11:23 pm]
kyle cassidy
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2016 was a banner year for me, fitnesswise. At least the first part of it. There wasn't a personal record that I didn't break. I ran, by far, my fastest 5K, I knocked a huge ball of time off of my 10 mile time and, in February, I crushed my half marathon time, and PR'd with 1:44:45, which, without looking up numbers, is something like five minutes off my previous best. I was on top of the world.

And then the summer came and it was awful and every time I was supposed to run, I'd open the front door, get blasted by the wet furnace and go back inside and eat a taco instead.

After massive successes, it's nice to take a bit of time off, but I took the entire summer off. Early in the year I was thinking that I'd be able to break my PR again at the Rock and Roll Half in September, all I'd have to do was keep training like the beast I'd become.

Oh well.

As it turns out I went into Rock and Roll not having run a race since I smashed Broad Street in April. I had no idea what pace I'd be capable of but decided to stick with the Two Hour pace group, which is a 9 minute pace. I'd done the Love Run at 7:59.

It was a warm, muggy day. Really muggy. Which didn't bode well. And when we went out of the blocks, the pace group immediately got stuck behind some slow people. (In big races hundreds, or thousands of people wildly overestimate their paces and even with staggered starts, the first mile is often just trying to get around people who put themselves in a far too ambitious corral) I was worried that if I ran too slowly at first I wouldn't have enough to make it up in the end -- If we ran a 9:30 the first mile, I'd have to run an 8:30 somewhere else to make it up and that sounded bad. So I left the pace group. And by mile 6 I was about a minute and a half in front of them (I know this because I saw them at an out-and-back) and things were going really well, I thought I might be able to do a 1:55, which would be really great. By mile 8 they'd gotten a bit less well, and by mile 10 things were terrible. I had to fight to keep my head up and every step was a constant battle to keep from stopping. There's a loud voice in your head saying You can end this pain right now! You can walk for a bit! There's no shame in walking! but even when the race isn't important, quitting is bad -- it has a catastrophic and cascading effect because you've allowed quitting to be possible -- once you've done it, you can never again be the person who's never quit. That's the other voice. I figured that as long as I could still possibly make it in sub 2:00 I'd have to keep pushing, even thought I didn't have much push. I slowed down a lot and started losing all the time I'd banked but I kept willing myself to go faster. It was all I could do in mile 13 to speed up to 9:13 from the 9:30 I'd run in mile 12 and as I finally saw the finish line up ahead I was starting to lose my peripheral vision. Trillian had come out to watch and although I knew where she should be, I couldn't see her, despite passing within a foot of her. I figured I'd just run as hard as I could and if I blacked out and fell over, I'd at least get a good photo as medics dragged me across the finish line, or, possibly better yet, I insisted on crawling while they hovered over me with an IV bag.

I don't really remember it ending but when trillian found me a few minutes later I was starting to feel better. It was, I think, the toughest race I've ever run, at least at the end.

I finished in 1:59:13.

That's what happens if you stop training and spend the summer eating junk food.

But. I did it. I'm back. I'll get fast again. Tomorrow is another day.










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[User Picture]From: moon_chylde
2016-10-01 04:33 am (UTC)
I'm not being critical with this question, merely curious (and believe me, with my knees I cannot even climb a flight a stairs, so I have no room to be critical anyway), so: Since you have been running outside are you adverse to running a treadmill, even in hot, miserable weather like we had this summer?
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[User Picture]From: kylecassidy
2016-10-03 01:12 pm (UTC)
treadmills are ok for distances up to three miles. the furthest i've ever been able to gut it out was 6 miles, but it's mind numbing torture. running is unpleasant for the most part anyway, take away from that any real brain stimulation and it's excruciating. Many runners refer to it as "the dreadmill".
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[User Picture]From: howlokitty
2016-10-04 02:40 pm (UTC)
This is really good for me to read right now. I had emergency surgery in April, and I spent a lot of NOLA Hell Summer in bed. Now I'm at the point where I'm actually taking a walk every day, and I'm probably going to have to start jogging interval training all over again. Also, I'm moving to Wisconsin in 3 weeks, so it will be interesting to exercise in a season other than "hot" or "so hot you'll die."
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