I think I may have gone running in my sleep this morning. I could hardly open my eyes when the phone rang at 0520 hours. In fact, I initially could not figure out that it was the phone. I thought I had left my alarm set. Then I realized I was on call for media relations and thought my run had just gone out the window. It was only the traffic sergeant calling to tell me he had been up all night investigating a fatal traffic accident and he wanted someone to share his misery. No, actually, he wanted to brief me on it so I would be able to answer media inquiries. I felt like I could have slept until about noon, but it was a good time to drag myself out of bed.
In an effort to wake myself up, I walked outside and dove in the pool. It didn’t help. I got dressed, chugged some water, hit the head, and after a few minutes wake up time, I was on the trail. I was almost sleep running. Before leaving I weighed myself: 189 pounds.
After my miserable experience on the Tahoe Relay, Curtis commented that it seemed like I was unable to recover after the hardest climb. I had not thought at all about it until he said it, but I have thought about it a lot since he said it. Recovery, in the middle of the effort. I’ll come back to this.
A couple weeks ago, I started running with a couple guys in the morning before work. Both of them are younger than me. One of them is very evenly paced with me. The other is able to go significantly faster. When the fast guy doesn’t show up, the other slow guy and I usually push each other a little. When the fast guy shows up, he pushes us both pretty hard, frequently leaving me feeling like I just had my hardest run since Marine Corps days. Wednesday, we ran 8 miles at 9:15 pace…. fast for me, possibly the fastest 8 miles of my life when you consider I didn’t run 8 miles when I was in better shape years ago.
So an interesting thing happened today, that either indicates I really was sleep running, or I am getting in better shape. I usually decide what my max heart rate will be for a long run and as I approach that heart rate on the climbs, I back off. Since many of the climbs are pretty steep, I frequently back off to a walk. Even still, my heart rate never drops much from the point where I decide to back off. The act of walking up a steep hill always keeps it going pretty hard. Click here to see a profile of my route
Today, that changed. I decided my max heart rate would be 170. As I approached it on the steep climbs, I backed off to a walk. And the strangest thing happened. My heart rate fell sharply every time. Sometimes I let if fall way off, other times I would run/walk as it got low. Only one time, on a 22 percent grade, did it fail to fall sharply, and even then it fell marginally. I’m thinking this is what Curtis is talking about when he refers to recovery in the middle of the effort.
As always I carried my fuel belt and my camelback. For the first time ever, I came close to emptying the camelback. It holds 50 ounces. It was full when I left and it only had 8 ounces in it when I got home. Between the camelback and the fuel belt, I drank about 60 ounces over 2.5 hours. (I also ate one Gu pack, 1 serving of Perpetuem, and two Endurolyte capsules.) When I got home, I weighed 186 pounds. This indicates that I was drinking less than I was sweating out. I should have taken in at least one more liter of water in that time.
In three runs this week, I covered 28.3 miles and spent five hours on my feet. You would think that a 38 year old guy doing that to get back in shape would be most likely to hurt himself while running. However, it seems that sitting, specifically driving in rush hour traffic, causes my right leg to bind up tighter than a banjo string. So tight it feels like an injury, so I am recommitting myself to stretching. When I got home this morning, I spent about 30 minutes stretching. I was surprised at how I could feel the tightness in my leg when I was actually stretching my back! It was pulling from the middle of my back to the ball of my foot!!!!
Chris