Well, it’s been a good run. I mean, the purpose of this blog was to share the good times and bad of my running. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed some bad puns and very exaggerated stories. However, this isn’t goodbye, not by any means.
Please join me at my new site, Will Run To Eat to continue following my running, with bonus coverage of local (and maybe not-so-local) food carts! It’s a combined space for my two hobbies: running and eating, and hopefully the overlap between them. But don’t worry, the real reason for running remains the same: getting the medal at the finish line!
When training for, well, anything, the saying goes
“Sweep the leg” “Practice makes perfect”. I take this very seriously, at least when it works out in my favor to make a point even though I didn’t realize it. Case in point, for the upcoming San Antonio Marathon, several of my recent long runs have serendipitously followed a similar elevation profile to the race elevation. Take a look at the comparison below. On top is the marathon elevation and the bottom is the elevation for my recent 20 mile run. I mean, come on. They’re nearly identical*! I’m so awesome.
So, in an effort to stir up some trash talk, I think Colin is going to be in some trouble to be as prepared as me for this race. Nevermind he’s coming off an injury, unsure how he’ll hold up over the entire race distance, and doing a 13-week training plan versus my 18-week plan. No mercy! Well, actually, we’ll probably run together the majority of the race**. I’m sure more accidental comparisons will present themselves as well as some professional trash talk, so stay tuned.
*For the skeptics and internet trolls out there, the vertical scale is the same for both graphs.
**At least until I see the opportunity to Tonya Harding him. Good luck, Nancy.
My training plan is affectionately known as the Pfitz 55/18. If we break it down, it represents an 18-week plan that peaks at 55 miles. It only hits 55 miles once, and it happened to be week 11. Looking back, it wasn’t too bad. However, being in the midst of the onslaught of miles is another story.
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Since moving to Tejas I haven’t been much for running with music. The original motivation was because I had no idea where I was going and didn’t want to make a wrong turn, leaving me stranded somewhere across the Mexican border with only my wits and running shoes to get me home while single-
footedly handedly taking down a major drug cartel and saving an entire village from a natural disaster (calling Hollywood, I smell a blockbuster! What do you mean “no”? Need I remind you of the gem Volcano? I could be played by Jet Li or Samuel L Jackson. Get back to me.).
We’re more than halfway through Week 10, but last week (9) was a week of no middle-ground. It came down to “do you want to run 6 miles, or do a long run?” Well, looking back, my answer is most certainly “6 miles”. The long runs were rough; each time I was just counting down the time until I could stop. At least the shorter 6 mile runs (three of them last week) were short enough that I could deal.
Bouncing back from an injury is always a tough process. On the one hand you want to get back as soon as possible. On the other hand you don’t want to start too soon and set yourself back. And in some
freakish odd cases, on the third hand you don’t want to get back to it at all because you like sleeping in. Fortunately I only have two hands, so that alien third option didn’t apply to me this time.
Ok, I’ve been trying to get this post out the door for almost a week, so bear with me if it gets a little concise towards the end…
As I alluded to in my Week 7 Recap, things haven’t been going according to plan. If you’ll remember, I shifted my schedule by a day to accommodate life getting in the way. Because I had to work Saturday morning (fail), my long run found itself set for Sunday. Well, Saturday morning I woke up early, slid out of bed, and nearly fell over. Son of a
fish… My left foot sent a piercing stab of pain screaming from the floor up to my brain as if I stepped on a bolt of lightning.