Thursday, March 10, 2016

(Abbreviated) Week in Review: 2/28 - 3/6

I am still not in the blogging groove, clearly. This current week is almost over and I'm just getting around to posting last week's recap. Oh well, better late than never, right?

The beginning of last week was eaten up (LITERALLY) by the continuation of my bachelorette weekend. Sunday night my best friend and I got a hotel room overlooking Central Park, and recovered from the weekend by eating sandwiches and sweet potato fries in bed and watching (/falling asleep to) the Oscars. GO LEO. We planned to get up at 8am and run around the park, something I've never done, but of course the weekend caught up with us and by the time we managed to get out there around 10:30am, it was raining. Oh well. I hadn't planned any mileage for the beginning of the week, so anything we did would've been a bonus and I didn't feel bad skipping out.

The rest of Monday was spent exploring Brooklyn with my future sister-in-law, and Tuesday was a 6 hour drive back to Pittsburgh from NYC. Which leads me to...

Wednesday 3/2 - progression run, 7 miles


I can't remember why I decided to run this on the treadmill. It was either raining OR I just was worried that after a weekend of eating everything in the world, I would die halfway through and be stuck far from home. (Probably the latter.)

Incline: random lv3, 0-2.9%
3 miles easy 10:00+ (5.6, 5.7, 5.8)
3 miles aerobic 9:30-10:00 (6.1, 6.2, 6.3)
1 mile goal HMP of 9:10 (6.6-6.7 for first half mile, 6.8-7.2 for second half mile)

In the end, this didn't feel too bad. I did have to stop at mile 5, 6, and 6.5 to stretch out my calves and hamstrings because my left leg was getting floppy. I will discuss this in a future post, but this happens to me on longer treadmill runs (and occasionally on runs outside) -- my left foot and lower leg starts to feel out of my control, it's very difficult to explain. It's been happening for a few years now, and when it first started I got VERY worried about neurological causes and wound up getting an MRI to rule out bad things (ie. MS). Everything looked good, so it doesn't freak me out anymore, but still is really obnoxious to deal with. I am 99% sure it comes from my leg length discrepancy and just a mechanical imbalance in the way my left leg has to work as I run. But that's another story for another time.

Friday 3/4 - long run, 11 miles


Based on the weather forecast I flip-flopped my 4-mile easy run (supposed to be Thursday) and long run (supposed to be Saturday) so that I could get my long run done on a non-rainy/snowy day.

I wound up very happy with this run. I didn't feel great during -- mostly mentally, I was just over it and wanted coffee and warmth and my couch -- but I wound up with a good average pace on a relatively hilly course.

During my 10th mile I stopped to tie my shoe/wait at a red light and forgot to pause my Garmin (my self-imposed rule is that I let my Garmin run if I need a break from fatigue, muscle cramps, etc -- i.e. a stop my body asks for -- and pause it if it's a stop due to factors outside my control, like a red light.) It was early on in the mile and when I looked down and realized my watch was still running, my pace was 14:00ish and I was pissed off. I wound up just pushing the pace until I got back down to my normal mile split, and then kept the effort more towards medium for the rest of the 10th and the 11th miles.

Splits: 10:58/10:35/10:36/10:20/10:38/10:36/10:25/10:25/10:22/10:04/9:17

Saturday 3/5 - recovery run, 4 miles


Not much to say about this run. I normally take a full rest day after my long runs, so running 24 hours later was a new experience for me, and I tried to take it super easy. The last mile was downhill though and I wound up speeding up a little more than I expected.

Splits: 11:13/11:10/10:33/9:17

OVERALL

I got 22 miles in during a 3-day week, and didn't feel too bad doing it, so I'll call this week a success!

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Week in Review: 2/19 - 2/25

This recap is slightly wonky because I condensed some of my training in prep for a 5-day-long excursion to NYC for my bachelorette weekend. So this "week" is technically from a Friday to a Thursday, but still, 7 days is 7 days...

Friday 2/19 - long run, 11 miles


Can't believe I FINALLY dragged my butt out of bed for a morning run. I was up by 6:30 and out the door by 7. SO EARLY for me, holy crap.

I got about 4.5 miles done on the way to the reservoir near my house, 4.5 more done with a friend, then finished with another 2 miles around the neighborhood. I mistakenly thought I needed to get 11 miles in, but turns out I only had 10 on the schedule -- oh well.

Splits: 11:14/10:40/10:57/10:24/11:20/12:14/12:28/12:34/10:43/9:31, then tossed in some fast intervals during the last mile -- 0.1 easy/0.15 hard x4 for an 11th mile of 8:49.

I was proud of this for multiple reasons! First of all, dragging myself out of bed for a morning run is mentally SO difficult and for WEEKS I have come up with reasons not to meet up with friends to run on Friday mornings. Secondly, I felt great the entire run despite only a handful of almonds before I got out the door. I do honestly think I've trained my body not to depend so much on glucose during long runs -- I have not fueled during a single run over the past few months and (once the carb depletion wore off) have been feeling fabulous.

Sunday 2/21 - easy run, 4 miles


Gorgeous day for a run - 48 degrees and sunny! Took my dog out for a run because I couldn't stand the thought of her staying home while I got out -- she absolutely loves to run. It was a little tricky to keep her under control (she'd be sprinting if she could), plus I borrowed my fiance's arm band phone holder and the thing kept slipping and sucked horribly (I always run with my phone in my hand but couldn't while also wrangling the dog).

Ran a bit faster than I intended for an easy run, but I think Sam dragging me also contributed. Per usual, a hard effort last 0.2 miles. Splits 10:57/10:05/10:04/9:34.

Monday 2/22 - intervals, 5 miles


This was one of those runs that really just clicked. Was going for 1 mile warmup, 6x400s at around goal 5k pace (calculated based off a McMillan goal half time of 2 hours) with 400m jogging rest, and 1 mile cooldown. Set the incline to random 0-2.2% for the warmup, then 1.0% for the repeats.

In reality, I warmed up at 10:40 pace for a mile, hit the first 2 repeats at 7.2/8:20 pace, second 2 at 7.3/8:13 pace, third 2 at 7.4/8:06 pace and felt like I had SO much gas left in the tank that I decided to forego the cooldown mile in favor of 2 extra repeats, one at 7.5/8:00 pace and one progressing from 7.6-8.1 (whatever pace that comes out to). My legs were a little tired by the end but my lungs felt great and I was REALLY surprised by my ability to pull this off.

Wednesday 2/24 - aerobic run, 4 miles


It was cold and windy and I just wasn't feeling like bundling up, so I hopped on the treadmill despite my better judgment. This run was supposed to be at "aerobic" pace, which for me is 9:30-10:00 range.

Incline: random lv3, 0-2.9%
3 miles at 6.3/9:30 pace with each last 0.1 at 6.6/9:05
1 mile increasing from 6.3-6.6 each 0.25 mile

I got some bad luck with the random incline and wound up stuck at 2.9% for 90 entire seconds during the last quarter mile of the run - according to Hill Runner, that equates to about an 8:13 pace. Woof. My lungs felt great until about mile 3.5, then I did feel like I was working.

Thursday 2/25 - long run, 8 miles


Thank god for a long run mileage cutback, because I didn't realize until after I was done that I had crammed 2 long runs into a 7-day stretch and therefore didn't understand why I was feeling kind of sluggish on this run. Not to mention it was snowing and the wind was driving icy snow into my face like little daggers.

Splits: 11:06/10:58/10:49/10:42/10:41/10:43/10:27/9:17

This felt really difficult and I could easily have let myself run in the 11s if I hadn't consciously decided to push it slightly (for mental vanity reasons). I was pretty proud of that last mile, an entirely uphill 9:17 after a 32-mile week.

OVERALL

Pretty proud of this! Got through a speed workout I was fearing, got all my miles in AND THEN SOME (I calculated this as a 21-mile week, not the 32-mile week it was), and then let myself totally relax and indulge in my bachelorette weekend. So far, my first run after coming back to reality this week was manageable, but I did find myself with really exhausted legs today so I'm shuffling some things around with training this weekend. Keep you posted!

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Running on a diet

As I mentioned in previous posts/instagrams, I'm getting married in April and am right smack in the middle of my 3-month wedding diet. I started back in the beginning of January with the intention of losing about 10-15 lbs before the wedding (for shameless vanity purposes). I wanted to talk a little bit about my experience training for a half marathon while also intentionally losing weight. This is the end of week 7 and at this very point in time I'm down about 9 lbs, although I've been as low as 11 lbs down.

What has my "game plan" been?

For me, my food vice is super simple. Processed carbs. Bread, crackers, pretzels, salty snacks, things of that nature. It's all I ever want, and it was most of what I ate through childhood/high school/college - how I managed to remain relatively thin I guess comes down to luck/genetics. I plan to go into my introduction to eating healthier/running/working out in general in a later post, but for now suffice it to say that my weakness is most certainly carbs. Moreover, I have a complete inability to have "just a little bit" or "one bite" of them. A bite is a gateway drug for me. I would rather have no bites, by far.

That being said, my wedding diet consists of the following rules:

1) NO processed carbs. Literally, no carbohydrate that is not in its original, natural-looking form. No pasta, crackers, chips, etc, no matter how gimmicky "healthy" they appear to be. Pretzels do not grow on trees, sadly.
-This means what I AM eating is quinoa, rice, potatoes/sweet potatoes, beans/legumes, things like that.
-My one exception to this rule is one serving of Fiber One cereal in my yogurt in the morning. This yogurt creation of mine is probably my favorite thing in the universe and I don't care that I'm breaking my own rule for this... Fiber One cereal is pretty nasty on its own anyway, so it's not like I'd go crazy and want to eat the whole box.

2) Try really hard not to eat if I'm not actually hungry, or at least to eat something relatively low-calorie/high-volume (vegetables, usually) if I realize my "mouth is hungry" vs. my stomach.

3) No alcohol unless I WANT it. For instance, if we were out to dinner with friends, I usually would order a drink, just because. If we were watching a football game, I'd have a beer, just because. I realized I generally don't actually care to be drinking a lot of those times-- it's just a habit. So if I really want a glass of wine because I actually WANT a glass of wine, then cool, I'll have one. If not, I won't.

Following those three rules basically results in me eating fewer calories than I would if I was not paying any attention, and a larger percentage of those calories coming from protein/fat than normal. I am not counting calories, but if I wasn't losing weight successfully, I probably would start doing so for a little while.

What does it feel like to run/train while restricting carbs/calories?

LIKE CRAP. In the beginning. (For a long time.)

I started my diet in early January, and it really took until early February for me to feel anywhere close to good again. Based on my two years' worth of medical education in dental school, and a bunch of things I've gleaned from people starting paleo/Atkins/etc, I can attribute a lot of that to the process of acclimating to a MUCH lower carb diet. Add a caloric deficit on top of that and you've got a great recipe for ZERO energy, ZERO exercise tolerance, and a general overall feeling of doom. I expected it, but I didn't expect it to be so intense or to last for so long.

That said, starting in early February, things started to pick up. My energy and endurance gradually returned, and I started to feel good -- and more recently, really good. My 11 mile run yesterday was one of the most enjoyable runs I can remember, and my interval workout this week felt incredible. So it does get better!

My recommendations are:

1) Cut yourself a break in the beginning. If you're not hitting your paces, don't force it. If you need more rest during intervals, take it. If you really can't get out the door, then don't. Your body is working hard to figure out how to efficiently use what it does have (fat/protein), rather than what it was used to and doesn't have as much of (sugar). Luckily, our bodies do adjust, but it takes time.

2) Be realistic about the timing of your diet and what you're training for. I wound up changing my Pittsburgh Marathon registration down to the half marathon because the last thing I wanted to be doing was slogging through 20 mile training runs and hating every step. If I had started this diet a few months earlier, I probably would have been fine. But given the timing of everything, I realized it just wasn't realistic to enjoyably train for a marathon in May.

What about when life gets in the way?

Let's be realistic.. dieting for 3 months prior to my wedding means dieting during my bridal shower, my bachelorette weekend, etc etc. I decided at the very beginning of this process that I wasn't going to miss out on or compromise experiences that only come once in a lifetime just for the sake of a few pounds. So I haven't.

We had a mini-wedding "shower" thrown by my fiance's parents for our local friends who won't be able to make the trip to Massachusetts (thanks to medical residency/essentially slave labor). I had 4 glasses of wine, pasta for dinner, and chocolate mousse for dessert. I came home and ate some crackers. I enjoyed every moment of it (until I got a stomach virus the next day- ha!) Then I went back to my diet.

Superbowl Sunday rolled around. We went to some friends' house for a big dinner of pulled chicken sandwiches, mac and cheese, and snacked on chips/dip and cookies all night. I had two beers. I enjoyed the heck out of it. The next day, I was 2.5 pounds heavier. I went back to my diet. The pounds came back off within a few days.

My bridal shower was this past weekend. Friday night through Sunday night I was a free woman. A ton of sushi on Friday night. Champagne, cupcakes, cheese and crackers at my shower. Multiple flights of red wine and tapas with bridesmaids on Saturday night. A big ol' bacon egg and cheese on an everything bagel on Sunday morning. A fabulous Italian dinner in Boston with my parents and my future in-laws on Sunday night. It was INCREDIBLE. I woke up on Monday morning 5 lbs heavier than I was on Friday. I went back to my diet. By yesterday, I was within a pound of my pre-indulgent weight, and still 9 lbs down from where I started in January.

My point being, you CAN indulge while on a diet. Don't be alarmed when your weight skyrockets overnight -- nobody can gain 5 lbs of fat in 24 hours, it's water weight and it WILL normalize again in a few days. The trick is not to feel discouraged and fall off the wagon, just get back to the ol' routine!

Another important point to make is that despite my food indulgences, I made absolutely sure to get out there and get my runs done, NO MATTER WHAT. It kept me from feeling like a couch slug who could just eat cupcakes under a blanket all day. I was not that couch slug! I was a runner, training for a half marathon, who just happened to be having a weekend away from my wedding diet. And holy hell did I feel energized from all those gleaming carbohydrates sitting there in my body just waiting to be burned. But that's a story for another day :)

My weight loss so far

I started on January 2nd at around 135 lbs (I'm 5'7). I don't know exactly because I didn't weigh myself, and THAT was because I didn't care to know. I hover around 133 as my "not trying" set point,  and I had been somewhere between 132-134 for the past year. I'm sure I had gained a few pounds over the holidays/New Years, so I'm estimating 135.

My lowest weight so far has been 124.2. That stomach bug certainly helped me get to that point, but I hovered there for about a week, went up a few pounds after the Super Bowl, then got back down to 124ish right before my bridal shower weekend.

This morning I was 126.2, which is a pound heavier than yesterday, and I'm attributing that to the amount of sodium I ate yesterday (I always crave salt after long runs).

(As a side note, I DO weigh myself every day, because I like to. However, I realize that a pound heavier today doesn't mean I won't be a pound or two lighter tomorrow, so I don't really let it influence my state of mind.)

So currently, with 6 weeks to go before the wedding, I am -9 lbs. I'll be happy if I can lose another 3-4 lbs by April, although if I were to just maintain until the wedding, that'd be okay too. My bachelorette weekend is this coming week, though, and that's another cheat weekend for me, so I'll keep you updated on what that brings!


Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Finally.

It's about freaking time that an interval workout actually felt good!

Today's plan was 1mi w/u, 4x800m at goal 10k pace with 400m jog rest, 1mi c/d. Thanks to ye olde wintry mix in Pittsburgh making the sidewalks deathtraps, I hit the gym and the treadmill for this.

I dreaded this for a few reasons:
1) I am a narcissist and running slowly on the treadmill at the gym somehow embarrasses me. I get it, nobody's looking and nobody's judging, but I still feel like I want a sign on my forehead saying "I CAN RUN FASTER THAN THIS I SWEAR". Does not bother me remotely when running outside, but for some reason seeing a number starting with a 5 on the treadmill just makes me cringe. Working on it.
2) The last time I ran 800s (x3) it kind of sucked. This time, I was halving my rest intervals to 400m, and tossing in an extra 800.
3) I woke up at 4am today to drive to the airport and fly back from Boston. So tired.

Anyway, I sucked it up and hit the gym. (McMillan told me my goal 10k pace for a 2 hour half marathon is around 8:40, so that was the goal.)

1 mile warmup - random lv2 0-2.2% incline, 5.6 (10:43)
800m - 1.0% incline, 6.8 (8:49)
400m rest - 5.6
800m - 6.9 (8:42)
400m rest - 5.6
800m - 7.0 (8:34)
400m rest - 5.6
800m - 7.1 (8:27)

By this point I felt so freaking fabulous that I ditched my last 400m rest in favor of a progressive quarter mile...

400m - 7.2-7.6 (low 8s)
1 mile cooldown - random lv2 0-2.2% incline, 5.6-6.0 (1030ish)

I mean, honestly, I felt like I could have run forever. My breathing was fairly easy, my legs felt fresh and great, I could go on. Definitely excited to be seeing progress and having workouts I'm dreading go better than expected!

(Disclaimer... this weekend was my bridal shower and I made it a "cheat weekend" from my diet... and managed to gain FIVE POUNDS in 2 days. I'm not even mad, I'm honestly amazed! I'm sure the majority of it is water weight, but I wonder if the intense accidental carb loading played a role in how I felt today?)

Thursday, February 11, 2016

"Just a half marathon..."

Since I last blogged forever ago, I officially changed my registration for the Pittsburgh Marathon in May and "dropped down" from the full to the half.

It was a decision that was tougher to make than I would like to admit. There was something defeating about saying I was "only" going to run a half marathon, which is ridiculous, since just last year a half marathon seemed like a solid challenge.

Realistically though, I'm getting married the first week in April and am traveling almost every weekend until May 1st for wedding prep/bridal shower/bachelorette party/WEDDING/honeymoon/etc. I really did not want to be worrying about when and how I was going to fit in a certain amount of miles in any given week. I really REALLY did not want to feel like I had to slog through a 20 mile run on my honeymoon. And furthermore, I'm trying to lose a few pounds before the wedding and I did NOT want to be stressing out about how much I was or wasn't eating to fuel all of those miles. So bottom line, it just wasn't realistic this year. 

It took me awhile to admit it though.. and part of me still feels ashamed to say I'm only running the half this year. Trying really hard to change that mindset and be proud of the miles I AM running, not ashamed of the ones I'm not.

TELL ME...
Ever "dropped down" to a shorter race distance? Did it bother you? Any words of wisdom?

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

800s.

Today was the first time in about a year (can that even be true?) that I did anything resembling speedwork. I think it was November of last year that I started to work my way into marathon training, and from there on out my focus was on upping mileage without killing my knees. But I actually have a pace goal for this training cycle, so I thought maybe I should toss some intervals in there to help put some pep in my step.

I only had 3 miles planned for today. By the time I got around to running it was almost noon and ~75 degrees (hotter than I ever like) so I headed to the gym for some treadmill 800s. I PLANNED to get some strength training in afterwards.

The workout:
800m warmup
4x800s with standing rest until HR below 150
800m cooldown

Holy hell did this workout kick my butt.

My repeats were 7.3/7.4 mph range (8:06-8:12 pace) at 1.0 constant incline (usually I like to keep the incline on random but not for speedwork).

Repeats 1 and 2 were pretty decent, and my heart rate dropped after about 2-2.5 minutes. After the 3rd though, I was SPENT. I think it was 3 or 4 minutes until my heart rate resembled anything like 160, and I just wanted to get it over with, so I probably started a little too soon. 0.3 miles into the final repeat and I knew it was NOT happening, I just did not have the energy to keep going. I paused the treadmill and gave myself 45 seconds to recover, and then finished that last 0.2 at 8:00-7:43 pace as punishment (ha). I had to stand there for a few minutes doubled over before I could even contemplate a half mile cooldown. I stumbled over to a mat to stretch for a bit before heading the heck home... see ya, strength training.

I guess I really underestimated how much I've slowed down while marathon training this past year. I mean, I ran an 8:15 mile more than halfway through a half marathon 2 years ago, and it felt like nothing. Humbling, to say the least. Oh well, I'll get it back eventually.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Fast or not fast?

As in, am I eating before I run or not?

I mentioned yesterday that I am not ordinarily a morning runner. My favorite time to run is early evening. There's nothing better than knowing that this run is the last hard thing I need to do for the day, and after that, it's all hot showers and relaxation and fun. Plus I've been eating all day and my blood is full of sugar, leading me to feel KICK ASS when I run at night.

BUT.. 99% of races are in the morning. And since I'm currently slightly funemployed (interviewing for residency programs for next year) and I don't have anywhere to be in the mornings, I figure I should try to make it a habit. Plus, I mean, everything's prettier in the morning.

So this morning I headed out around 8:30am for an easy 5 miler. Before breakfast.


It sucked balls.

I honestly wanted to quit at about mile 0.02. My legs were tree stumps, I was running through quicksand, hills felt like mountains, downhills felt like uphills, you get the picture.

I live towards the top of a gradual but reasonably hefty hill, so unless I'm running up to the reservoir near my house, I'm ALWAYS slogging uphill the last 1.5 miles back to my house. Today was a 2.5 mile out and back route with a solid hill in the middle miles, so although I knew the hill home was coming, I really underestimated how much of a pain in the ass it'd be.

Pittsburgh, just give me ONE flat-ish 5 mile loop. Is that too much to ask?

My easy pace is usually 9:50-10:00ish, and today 9:55s were a slap in the face. My splits were pretty consistent for the first 4 miles - 9:54/9:53/9:52/9:43 - and then mile 5 was 10:20 and I felt like I was DYING. It was a battle just to keep myself from stopping. I can't remember the last time I felt this bad on an easy 5 miler. My watch beeped 5 and I almost cried with relief.


I wonder, if I ran this exact route at 6pm today instead of this morning before breakfast, how different I would've felt. Or if I had eaten breakfast and then waited until 9ish and gone out with some sort of sugar power in my veins. I never really think of 3-5 milers as anything I would need to "fuel" for, but maybe I'm underestimating the power of food in my life?

(On the plus side, I'm down 3 lbs since Halloween! Water weight, I love you. You're so motivating.)