BMC50K Training, Day 13

Today’s workout was a 6-9 mile trail run. I’ve decided that on my weekend trail runs, I’m going to ignore pace during the first run. (Starting next week, I’ll be doing two runs every weekend.) I set the Garmin to tell me how far I’d gone and what my heart rate is; other than that, I’ll just run. Because the BMC50K has a cut-off time, pace is important. But right now, I want to be working on foot work on the descents and power-hiking on the steep climbs. I can work on my pace during the shorter runs during the week. Once I start doing back-to-back long runs on the weekend, I may keep an eye on pace just to ensure I’m pushing myself during those sucky, “my legs are tired and I’m dying” moments on the second day’s run.  Continue reading

BMC50K Training – Day Six

Day 5 was a 3-mile easy run. My “easy” pace is about the same as my “steady” pace – 13:00-14:00/mile. Rather than try to run slower than that, I decided to walk. When I find that my steady pace is around 12:00/mile, I’ll run on my easy runs.

This morning, some folks with the Nomad Trail Runners met and ran Candy Mountain to check out the new trail. They’re all much faster than me – their recovery pace is faster than my fast pace – so I had no illusions I’d be running with them. Sure enough, at the very start, they all took off running. (I start pretty much every run workout by walking to warm up.) Continue reading

Multnomah Falls & LOHM

In Leavenworth a few weeks ago, it felt like my allergies were bothering me. They bothered me less while I was on Whidbey Island, though. In the week before the Multnomah Falls Trail Run, I did a couple of easy, 4-mile runs. I’d already decided to treat Multnomah Falls as a workout, not a race. It’s the last long run before the Leavenworth Oktoberfest Half Marathon, and I figured all that descending would be a good leg workout.

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Who Did This to Me? Oh, that was me…

I’m currently in Leavenworth, WA, about a three-hour drive from my home. I’m attending a conference. Many people love Leavenworth. Decades ago, in a bid to improve the struggling mountain village’s chances for survival, the town adopted a Bavarian theme. It’s charming. Years of trying to drive through Leavenworth during my treks from one end of the State to the other – and cursing the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway – have lead me to find it less than charming. The fact that I don’t like German food or hefeweizen only compounds this. Not such a big fan of kitsch, either.

Because I’m already half-way across the State, I’ll be heading over to my parents’ house Friday evening. I hope to do some work around their house. Normally, I do my long runs on the weekend, but this week’s endurance run is eleven miles. If I did that run Saturday morning, I’d likely be too tired to do any work around my parents’ place. I decided to do it while in Leavenworth. Continue reading