Picked up my race packet today for Saturday's race
|Santa is that you?|
Thinking that the beard may be a NO for the day.
Had the darn thing on for 2 minutes while sitting still and ended up with a mouth full of fuzz, can't imagine what it would be like for 20 minutes while my lungs are gasping for air. And that hat...maybe it was meant for an elf? I have an incredibly small head and it still doesn't fit, not to mention that my ears are ginormous so wearing an itty bitty hat is never a style I like sport. However I'm still feeling the festiveness of this race. Itl'll be my first costumed race and I'll be sporting some fabulous socks and possibly a jingle bell or two.
Originally when this whole 5k mess started back in late October I was hoping to race the hubby, leaving him in a trail of dust, and break 19 minutes. Since then the hubby has decided to not race and my body has felt otherwise causing major training adjustments to be made. Apparently my body is not the machine that I like to think it is, and sometimes requires rest and recovery...especially post marathon. Really I was crazy to think that coming off of a marathon that knocked me off of my arse and shook up my body quite a bit that I would be able to put in the necessary work needed for a sub 19 5k.
So I've made adjustments, lots of them, causing me to plan workouts on a day-to-day basis. At first I thought that training this way would be overwhelmingly frustrating, but it's actually been quite the opposite. I push when my body wants to be pushed, and I rest when my body is screaming for rest. Shouldn't this be how we all train ourselves all the time??? Maybe you already do, but I don't always follow these rules. Sometimes I force those crazy workouts even though I know my legs only have crap in them, and of course I end up with crap that lingers on for days after because my ego was too stubborn to listen to what my body needed.
Trying to get a feel for what my body is capable of at this present time, I headed out for some planned race paced 400's just to test the waters today. Good news, I was able to hold my goal race pace for 4x400's. Bad news, it was challenging in a way it shouldn't have been at this poin and it took forever to recover. By the 4th 400 my legs weren't too happy with me.
3:02, 3:01, 3:01, 3:05
Who takes 400 ridiculously slow meters to recover from 800's???
Clearly someone who's race plan may be a bit too aggressive for their current state.
Great, now what?
I think my race plan needs a little adjustment. Who knows, maybe Saturday will roll around and my thunder thighs will magically be able to pound out my planned 6:05 pace and I'll be able to sneak in the finishing shoot just under 19. But I'm thinking that chances are unlikely for this and it may be best to shoot for a bit more conservative and realistic pace for the day so that I don't die after mile 1. Throw into the mix the fact that I rarely run 5k's, and in my opinion they are much harder then marathons, I'm not expecting a miracle here.
Maybe a goal to finish in one piece would be more appropriate at this timing. Who knows. I'm going to give it my best shot and just hope to not go into cardiac arrest.
On an unrelated note...I recently joined twitter. Feel free to hit me up @chirunnergrl.