Another run under my belt! This is starting to become a habit that feels good--at least when I'm finished with the run. Even though I'm only doing two-mile runs at this point, I have to say that I still feel like walking from the halfway point and on. That is probably a sign that I'm running too fast and need to slow down, but I already feel like I'm running pretty slowly as it is.
It would be interesting to see what a heart rate monitor would tell me about my level of effort, because my level of effort always feels moderate to high.
I'm going to be away for work on Friday, so I'm going to run again tomorrow. I'm curious to see if the run is any harder to do.
If nothing else happens today, at least I know that I have accomplished a two-mile run. Honestly, it feels that way.
Distance: 2.01 miles
Time: 22:01
Avg Pace: 10:58 min / mile
I'm a beginning runner...I don't know why I'm running; it's as if a stranger inside this sedentary, lazy shell has decided to run and feel and try the inconceivable. Along the way I'll share my reflections about this little corner of the world tucked away in the Central Valley of Northern California.
Honest Runner
Running keeps me healthy, blogging keeps me honest.
Being vegan lets me sleep at night.
Being vegan lets me sleep at night.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Pre-work Running and Blogging
Although I got a late start this morning on my run, I did it anyway - two miles in the cool early morning. I ran partly on road and partly on a dirt road that runs between orchard properties nearby. Doing so will make me late for work, but at this point, the running is way more important than work. I'll make up the time, don't worry.
My question: Why does the level of effort not vary for me? No matter whether I am running two miles or three miles, the runs all seem to require the same amount of effort. Very confusing.
No matter...I'm going to continue with the two-milers for a while. Maybe someday they will seem easy?
Distance: 2.00 miles
Time: 22:29
Avg Pace: 11:14 min / mile
My question: Why does the level of effort not vary for me? No matter whether I am running two miles or three miles, the runs all seem to require the same amount of effort. Very confusing.
No matter...I'm going to continue with the two-milers for a while. Maybe someday they will seem easy?
Distance: 2.00 miles
Time: 22:29
Avg Pace: 11:14 min / mile
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Team Vegan Week 2 - A Mad Dissatisfaction
Here I am, at the beginning of Week 3 of the Team Vegan Challenge. A few things are clear -- sedentary habits are hard to break, my stamina has increased tremendously, and I do, in fact, enjoy running.
On the last point, that I enjoy running. Yesterday I ran for four miles in Bidwell Park and I became one of those people who you see running the trails along the edge of Vallombrosa. The significance of this for me is incalculable, since for years I have been driving along Vallombrosa and seeing these lovely runners of all shapes and sizes. Every time I see these runners, I am driven slightly bonkers by a mad dissatisfaction with my own life that I am not running free along a lovely park trail.
A mad dissatisfaction with my own life. That instead of being outdoors, I am in an office. It's a lovely office with lovely people, but an office nevertheless. Sitting in a chair that fits my backside all too well. And so, yesterday's run was a watershed moment in my life. I can't wait to repeat it as the year progresses, since I know the park in all its seasons and I know that soon the park will start raising up showy and not-so-showy wildflowers for my enjoyment, followed by butterflies and birds raising their young. I will walk through the park many times this year, no doubt, but I will also run through the park.
The Garmin acted up on me (read: I couldn't figure out which buttons to push), so I wasn't able to download the data from my run, but I figured I was running at a good clip for me, maybe 5.5 mph. Because that pace was a little too fast for the long run, I had to take a couple of short walk breaks (1-2 minutes). It seems that at this point, I can only run in two speeds, "too fast" and "too faster". I can't seem to master the easy pace, the one they say you're supposed to run for most of your running, the one where you can talk. Finding my first, second, and third running gear is going to be a challenge, once that I must solve or else I will be sure to run myself into an injury. As it is, I am experiencing some post-run soreness in my hamstrings and as well as a little tenderness in my left knee. Nothing is bothering me during the run. My left hamstring is bothering me the day after the run, but nothing else. I am concerned.
The subject of injury brings me to the third thing that I know about myself: sedentary habits are hard to break. Proof: I have done zero cross-training in Week 2 AND also skipped my Thursday easy run. Why did I skip them? Because the sofa is comfortable habit that is hard to break. I recall clearly my feelings on Thursday when I was supposed to run an easy three miles. I planned to run at lunch time at work...which I missed. Then I said I could take off at 4:30pm and still run in the park after work...which I missed. Then I brought my gear bag home, and planned to run on the treadmill...which I also missed. I didn't forget, but rather I deliberately chose to sit on the sofa.
The mind knows what to do, but the body refuses. Why? And does thinking about it solve anything? Does blogging about it? Where is the stranger within who started me running in the first place?
On to Week 3!
On the last point, that I enjoy running. Yesterday I ran for four miles in Bidwell Park and I became one of those people who you see running the trails along the edge of Vallombrosa. The significance of this for me is incalculable, since for years I have been driving along Vallombrosa and seeing these lovely runners of all shapes and sizes. Every time I see these runners, I am driven slightly bonkers by a mad dissatisfaction with my own life that I am not running free along a lovely park trail.
A mad dissatisfaction with my own life. That instead of being outdoors, I am in an office. It's a lovely office with lovely people, but an office nevertheless. Sitting in a chair that fits my backside all too well. And so, yesterday's run was a watershed moment in my life. I can't wait to repeat it as the year progresses, since I know the park in all its seasons and I know that soon the park will start raising up showy and not-so-showy wildflowers for my enjoyment, followed by butterflies and birds raising their young. I will walk through the park many times this year, no doubt, but I will also run through the park.
The Garmin acted up on me (read: I couldn't figure out which buttons to push), so I wasn't able to download the data from my run, but I figured I was running at a good clip for me, maybe 5.5 mph. Because that pace was a little too fast for the long run, I had to take a couple of short walk breaks (1-2 minutes). It seems that at this point, I can only run in two speeds, "too fast" and "too faster". I can't seem to master the easy pace, the one they say you're supposed to run for most of your running, the one where you can talk. Finding my first, second, and third running gear is going to be a challenge, once that I must solve or else I will be sure to run myself into an injury. As it is, I am experiencing some post-run soreness in my hamstrings and as well as a little tenderness in my left knee. Nothing is bothering me during the run. My left hamstring is bothering me the day after the run, but nothing else. I am concerned.
The subject of injury brings me to the third thing that I know about myself: sedentary habits are hard to break. Proof: I have done zero cross-training in Week 2 AND also skipped my Thursday easy run. Why did I skip them? Because the sofa is comfortable habit that is hard to break. I recall clearly my feelings on Thursday when I was supposed to run an easy three miles. I planned to run at lunch time at work...which I missed. Then I said I could take off at 4:30pm and still run in the park after work...which I missed. Then I brought my gear bag home, and planned to run on the treadmill...which I also missed. I didn't forget, but rather I deliberately chose to sit on the sofa.
The mind knows what to do, but the body refuses. Why? And does thinking about it solve anything? Does blogging about it? Where is the stranger within who started me running in the first place?
On to Week 3!
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