The heavy lungs jog

Location: Provo River Trail
Miles: 4
Time: 0:40:47
Pace: 10:08
Temp:  50º
Air quality: Pollen
Weather: Clear, cool, pleasant
Things I saw: My friend, Adrienne Wilson, lots of birds on the trail
Pain/injuries: Just sick. Lungs are at about 60%, so I was pretty miserable. Did not walk. Not sure if that’s anything to brag about. Maybe I should have walked.
Weight: 182.5 (sickness has dropped me about 7 pounds.

Notes: Woke up, decided to try to run. It didn’t go smoothly. Very difficult to get going and once I did, very slow. No energy, not getting full breaths (too deep of a breath sends me into a coughing fit.)

Monday run with allergies (3 miles, miserable)

I told my friend/coach/running life partner that I get sick with allergies about twice a year. I told him this a few days ago. Wouldn’t you know it I’m hitting one of those seasons, now. Pollen counts have been ridiculously high, so on Saturday night, I felt that familiar tickle in my throat. I held out hope that this wouldn’t be anything, but it most certainly is.

Sunday was brutal, being the first real nasty day. Very sore throat, gallons upon gallons of running nose, and just overall feeling gross. Sunday night was worse, because it’s almost impossible to sleep in this situation. I went through 1.5 boxes of Kleenex in less than 12 hours and sleep was fleeting. I probably got about 3 good hours.

(And here’s where the run comes in.)

Monday Morning I woke up tired, miserable and still draining. But I put my running clothes on and somehow made it out the door. As soon as I started running, I could feel the effects of the allergies. I was sluggish and miserable, but I was running.

Along the trail I found a nice knife, which I’m not sure how to get back to the original owner. I guess I’ll post something on Facebook, but if no one claims it, I guess it’s another knife.

I finished the run relatively strong and don’t feel that I’m any sicker for it.

Oh, forgot to mention that, for one reason or another, I’m down 5 pounds from two weeks ago. Excellent.

Saturday, running long (3+17+1)

Saturday morning was the 2nd annual Provo Parkway Stake 5k. I woke up early and ran down to the church pavilion to help set up. I wanted to get 3 miles in before I started my long run, so that I wouldn’t have to spend all day on the trail.

The race went fine. Roxie took first in her age group 17 and under and Reagan took 2nd place in the same age group. Wendy handled her 5k very well and may have PR’d for the distance. She seemed happy with her run.

Somehow I took third in mine. I really phoned it in, running about a 9 minute pace.

After the race, I let Wendy know I was leaving, then started out for what I hoped would be 15 miles. The first 8-9 went along just fine, but when I started getting into the double digits, I felt tired and very hot. I drank at every opportunity, but just could not settle in. In retrospect, it could be that my body was preparing to fight off some severe allergies, which would set in Saturday night.

I did eat a banana and some oranges, but not really any carbs, which I’m sure added to the stress of the run. At Will’s Pit Stop, on the way back, I bought a Gatorade and drank about half of it along the way, finally throwing the container away on University Avenue, at a bus stop garbage.

The rest of the run was tough, just trying to finish strong. I managed to keep my miles under 10’s, but just didn’t feel it that day.

All in all, though, it was good training. I think that with the distance I’m attempting, it might be a good idea to get used to uncomfortable miles. I forgot to mention what hurt: My hips. I really need to strengthen my hips. Slight shin splint tenderness, which has since disappeared, as expected (ran 3 on Monday, today, with no shin splint issues.)

I should admit that that night, my friend Matt Heil wanted to run, so I went one mile with him, because I wanted to give him a good send-off into his new running career. That’s how I ended up with one mile more than planned.

Long run, inhale bug


Yesterday began my first long run in a six month program which will hopefully lead up to my finishing the Pony Express 100. Up to this point, I’d only had a 10 mile run in the last two months, as far as long runs go, so I knew I was sort of pushing things, 10% Rule be damned.

The weather could not have been better for Spring (67 degrees), so I started off in a pretty chirpy mood, up the Provo River trail. I wanted to sort of scout it out, because for the first time in seven years we have flooding on the trail. Deer Creek is at 97% and we have quite the snowpack that needs to have a place to go.

The first few miles went well, as I kept a 0:9:30 pace for most of it. At the halfway point (8 mi.), I felt a little tired but not horrible. I had managed to keep finding water (the drinking fountains are all open again, after a long winter), but I also took a pit stop at the Riverwoods public bathroom.

Getting going again, I kept telling myself that the stopping and starting in training might do me well in simulating the stops and starts that are sure to come at Pony 100.

At mile 13, I inhaled a bug of some sort into my lungs and immediately started coughing. It took me about a mile to feel that the bug had “passed”, but I never really recovered after that. Miles 13-16 were uncomfortable (The last time I ran 16 miles was in October, during St George Marathon.)

This was a decent run.

No real pain. Some hip discomfort, which reminds me I need to be doing leg lifts at night. The usual left-hamstring pain, which abates after a few miles. The heat. It was only 67 degrees but it was hot to me. Need to keep drinking.

I had only eaten .75 of a bagel, so I know I could have eaten more. A banana wouldn’t have killed me.

My good friend, Patrick Phillips is coaching me for this season, for Pony Express, so these posts are also going to be for him, so that he can help me stay on track, goal-wise, as well as notice consistent problems that fall through the cracks for me.

Thanks, Pat!

Dr Pepper Prohibition, Day 1

Yesterday I had a conversation with a friend about my wildly unhealthy consumption of Dr Pepper. For over a week, I knew I was going to have to quit again. I had a crazy idea that somehow I’d be ok and able to moderate my intake. Last night, though, I counted about 10 Dr Peppers that I’d drank through the day.

A long time ago I quit Dr Pepper. I staved off that delicious drink for three years, almost.

I’ve added my new “Since last Dr Pepper” countup in the sidebar of this site.

It’s 4 pm, now and I’m dealing with a dull headache. Not for sure that this is a Dr Pepper absence thing, but it’s suspect. I need to eat something.

Ended up doing well in the not-drinking department, but horrible in the eating dept. Ate tons. Enough to put on a pound.

Last dp

Had my last drink at about 11:30 pm, Tuesday night.

Dumped out 4 DPs into the sink so that I wouldn’t be tempted today.

Ridiculously memorable trip up to Squaw Peak

I have no idea what caused this weird pointy-spike in my GPX, yesterday. Nothing like that happens on the trail.

Jeff and I planned to run Squaw peak a couple of days ago, but last night as I pulled into Provo on the Frontrunner train, I noticed that the clouds were hanging super-low. So I knew there was an opportunity to see some amazing things if we got going.

I texted Jeff and arranged to meet at Rock Canyon Trailhead at 5 pm, hurried to get my stuff together (headlamp was already charged!) and hit Arby’s on my way. I quickly ate a Jr Roast Beef Melt (seemed like a bad idea at the time, but seemed to work out on the trail) and drove to our meeting point. Jeff arrived shortly after.

We both admired the clouds that had gathered to cover about 3/5 of Squaw Peak and discussed climbing through the clouds and how great that might be.

The first mile or so wasn’t too bad, but it was a little wet. A few raindrops, plus the ground was soaked from a couple of day’s worth of rain.

Once we turned onto trail 060, things got wetter and muddier. I finally had to stabilize myself with my hands, which was the beginnings of me getting dirty. Jeff worked on a strategy to walk on the sides of the trail (bracing himself between the two sides with his feet), while I committed my shoes to a blanket of mud and just walked straight up the middle.

Soon we were walking through rivers of water that rushed down the trail (which I’d gotten a picture of that) and I mentioned to Jeff we needed to walk carefully and not disturb the trail by slipping and sliding. We did a decent job of this, but there were a couple of points where we both slipped in a spectacular manner. I fell once or twice.

Finally the trail turned to snow and hiking became easier. We talked about earlier trips we’d made to Squaw Peak and how this one was definitely the most difficult. We’d worked hard to follow the trail, but at some point, we lost footprints in the snow and it became necessary to track out our own path.

Jeff and I kept falling through a couple of feet of snow as we’d walk, at which point I told Jeff this was called “postholing”. He tried to remember the word, but kept asking me, “Hey is it called post…what is it, again?”

Postholing, Jeff. Postholing.

Soon Jeff became heavily familiar with postholing and we slowly trudged our way, higher into the clouds.

There came a point where we lost the trail and just sort of tried to gain elevation, knowing that Squaw Peak was only going to be higher up. This worked ok, but was inefficient. Neither Jeff nor I chose a great line, so a lot of work was done. Jeff reached the peak before me and I could hear him cheering ahead.

When I found him, we took in the sight and shot a few (tons) of pictures as keepsakes. The pictures never do justice. We ate some jerky that I’d smoked this week and decided to head back down (I was starting to get cold).

We followed our own footprints back down the mountain, taking care to try to use some of the steps that had already packed the snow down a bit. It didn’t take too long to get through the meadow, then to start down some of the steeper, muddier and rockier sections.

At one point, I lost my footing in a muddy section and fell hard on my back. I actually fell a few times, but on this particular fall, I had to actually take stock my body and gear. Nothing was seriously damaged, but I was now sore and extremely wet and dirty.

We continued down the sections of trail that were rivers. Jeff finally gave in and started to use the middle of the trail, even though his nice-looking shoes were now soiled and losing their luster.

We counted the five bridges backward and finally landed at the bottom of the trail. We headed over to the BYU Creamery, where we bought chocolate milk and I bought some ice cream for Wendy.

Taking stock:
The next day, my butt, back, neck are sore. I am beat up. I planned for a long run, tomorrow, but I’m not sure how that’s going to work. We’ll see.

 

Monday core

10:10 am:
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank walking arms
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted)
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted), opposite side
30 pushups
Some bicecp curls with 15lb weights

11:10 am:
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank walking arms
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted)
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted), opposite side
30 pushups

1:00 pm:
-3 (bad) pull ups
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank walking arms
-30 seconds front plank
-45 seconds side plank, (leg lifted)
-40 seconds side plank, (leg lifted)

10:00 pm:
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank alternate lifting legs
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds side plank, (leg lifted 15 secs)
-30 seconds side plank, (leg lifted 15 secs)

Getting to the core of it on a Friday

10:00 am:
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank with walking
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted)
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted), opposite side
30 pushups

11:15 am:
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds front plank with walking
-30 seconds front plank
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted)
-30 seconds side plank (additional 15 seconds leg lifted), opposite side
30 pushups
10 burpees (Man, these are hard! And it’s so easy to get out of form when you get tired.)