food
I just went to the store and bought: two boxes of mussels, a dozen eggs, a cantalope and flax seed cookies. I bow to the cravings.
What is it about? It's been about food, the blogging experience (metablog!), running (jogblog) and now Banff (mountain blog!) "What you are about to witness is my thoughts, just my thoughts. Right or wrong. Just what I was feelin' at the time" Jay-Z
I just went to the store and bought: two boxes of mussels, a dozen eggs, a cantalope and flax seed cookies. I bow to the cravings.
Last week was a good week. It started with my longest run ever, time-wise: a leisurely 2h51min on the mountain, through the remains of the snow storm. It actually felt easier than the previous hard 20milers done in 2h20 on snow. Woke up in the middle of the night Sunday (post-run) with chest pains. Chest pains so bad they woke me up! Marcio, a guy I coach who also happens to be a heart surgeon, or something, says that it is most likely stomach acid, or muscle cramping, and NOT heart related. Still, chest pains, lower back trouble...you wouldn't know I'm actually not even 30 yet.
I feel like the Leafs (and Habs, Canes, Iles, Rangers...). There is a pretty good chance I'm going to make the playoffs, but I'm not really doing anything dramatic to ensure that fact.
Well, I followed up my slowest 3k in 10 years with my slowest half marathon ever. Nicely done, I know. I basically shut it down after 15k, when some dude named Nellio who I'd never heard of went by me. I did manage to drop Debardi, after he showed up at 17k and ran with me for a while. He couldn't handle the 4min Ks up the last hill. Haha, so at least I can feel good about burning him, despite the fact that he's run maybe three times in the last month.
Ok, so the 3k wasn't that bad. I basically ran even splits (3:10, 3:06, 3:08) and let the others go out too fast (they were 33 on the first lap). I reeled in one guy at 1200 and another at 1500, earlier than I expected to. It felt just like a 3k should feel, only maybe without any kind of kick. I tried, but it was hurtin'. I just couldn't go any faster. I could keep going though, which is a good sign. That's what I'm training for: the ability to run for a long time, not necessarily a fast time. We'll see if Pete Quinn is right: he says if you are doing proper marathon training, your shorter race times may suffer. Well, they are suffering. Still, I beat the guys I needed to beat to win the senior men's race. Julien didn't run. I'm sure he would have beaten me, but hey, if you don't race, you can't win! I did get beat by several juniors, including Jean-Claude, who, let's be honest, is no junior--the guy's gotta be like 28!
The last couple weeks have been really hard. First it was hard because I was running so much. Then it was hard because I wasn't running at all. Now it is hard because I can run, but I don't want to. Or at least, I'm able to run a bit, but I'm holding back on days my HR is high (like today: 66 in the am, way too high, even though I didn't feel sick), and it is frustrating.