Half Marathon Training: Week 1

A pretty uneventful week one, but I’ll take it! As I mentioned in my previous post, I take full advantage of easy days, lol!!

7/2-7/8

Monday: 

5 miles, 9:03 avg. 

Tuesday:

3 miles, 8:50 avg. Cross train at gym. I hate burpees. I hate mountain climbers.

Wednesday:

5.5 miles, WU-3x1mile (w/90sRI)-CD

I had low expectations going into these mile repeats as 1.) it’s hella hot here in Phoenix and 2.) i’m hella out of shape. Keeping that in mind, I didn’t sweat (ha!) the fact that my paces were not close at all to what I expect my mile repeat to be at (which I don’t really even know, lol).

7:24
7:15
7:06

Focusing on positives (which is the only way to go), I was pleased that I was able to negative split.

Celebrating ‘Merica with the run club and the fam ❤

Thursday:

Glorious rest day

Friday:

3 miles, 9:30ish pace??

The watch died mid-run and when I realized this, I cut the 5 miles to 3 and called it a day. Because does the run even count if it’s not on Garmin? Really though, I started way too late at 7 a.m. and it was 96 degrees out. I was done anyway.

1% ain’t gonna cut it, Helly

Saturday:

10 miles, 8:50 avg.

This was a hard run. It was hot (notice a repeat here?) at 90 degrees at 5 a.m. It’s just been hard for me to get going. I love the heat and much prefer it to freezing temps, but for some reason, I have not acclimated well this summer.

I’ve been finishing with a last one fast one to help my self-esteem and I was happy that I had the strength to finish the last mile at 8:03.

 

26 total miles–And that was week one in a nutshell. I can tell this is going to be a rough cycle already, but I’m going to channel my inner Phoenix Marathon training to get this done. It’s awesome to improve as a runner, but it only gets that much harder to keep on improving, lol!!!

–Are you ever intimidated by your own progress? Like, you’ve set a monster PR and then you wonder how/if you’ll top that?

 

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You Have Some Splaining To Do!!!

 


I know, I know. What the hell happened to Helly?!!?

Well, to be perfectly honest, I was tired. Training for Phoenix and qualifying for Boston took a lot out of me and even thought I took a good, long break, I needed another good, long break! Lol!! So here we are, four months later….

I finally feel like I’m “back to normal”–back to feeling exciting about running, about new goals. You know I wouldn’t be back here on the blog if I didn’t have new goals 😉

But before I get to that, I have some exciting news (and another explanation to my absence and lack of running)…

MY HUSBAND QUALIFIED FOR BOSTON!!!!!

It was our dream to go to Boston together and when I qualified in Phoenix, we knew that the pressure was on him to get his BQ. So the focus became on that–Ben took full advantage of my break and ran 6 days a week, strength trained like a mad man, and on June 10 ran a 2:58 at the Light at the End of the Tunnel Marathon in Washington!!!

Me and my sub 3 marathoner ❤

We both had monster PRs for our BQs–with both of us cutting 15 minutes to get them (me 3:44—>3:29 and him 3:13—>2:58). We honestly still can’t believe it!! It was such an emotional day, as evident by this picture below–him crossing the finish line, and me behind him feeling *everything*We booked our hotel for Boston and now the waiting begins!!!!

BUT, of course I’m incapable of just sitting and watching the time go by. I’ve decided to specifically train for a half marathon this fall (11/4) and shoot for a PR (my PR is 1:39 so you can imagine how hard it’ll be to beat that!). I’ve never solely trained for a half as I’ve always done them in the midst of marathon training; so, I’m curious to see how/what I can do if I only focused on that. I’m back with my coach, and training starts July 1st!!!

I’ll be on the blog chronicling this craziness — I hope you join me for the ride!!!

xoxo,

helly

 

Rock n Roll Arizona: Race and Half Marathon PR!!!!

I previously wrote about how my pre-race jitters going in to this race were at an all-time high. I didn’t have my fuel, and I was a nervous wreck about breaking a cardinal running rule: Nothing New on Race Day. But, I figured a Huma gel was better than no gel, and I just had to deal.

Luckily, my husband and training buddies Ashley and Dallas were with me at the start. A calming presence for sure. Dallas and my husband planned to run together and Ashely and I would see how long we could last with each other. We’ve yet to finish a race together, ha!!!

My coach had given me a plan. Start miles 1-4 conservatively. And like a good student, I followed direction, holding my pace the first couple of miles. But when we turned the first corner, we were met with a head wind that all of sudden, made staying at half marathon goal pace difficult.

Seeing that 7:55 bummed me out, but I told myself to keep to the plan. Coach had said miles 5-8 needed to be slightly faster than goal pace and to move by effort up the big hill at mile 9. I slowly started to separate from Ashely as I tried to pick up the pace.

It was shortly after mile 5 that I found a buddy who is also under my coach’s direction. He was seriously a Godsend! I took the Huma gel and tried to just swallow that thing down. I could taste the tart strawberry and feel the texture of the chia seeds (way too healthy for me. Give me GU any day). But I was feeling okay.

We coasted along as best we could with the wind and slight upness when we finally reached it.

The hill.

I told myself not to freak out. Stay with Alex as close as I could. It was a short hill. I would be fine. After the hill, it’s down the rest of the way.

JUST GET TO THE TOP.

7:49!!!! Y’all have no idea how insane that looked to me. It was such a confidence booster seeing that split considering how awful I am at running uphill.

But my happiness was short lived once we turned to go down because WHAM!!!–headwind!!! I let out an expletive as I ran, so angry that I would have resistance going down hill.

But I had to deal. Nothing I could do.

According to the plan, once I reached mile 10, I was supposed to “Last 3, fast 3” as I’d been practicing during training. I wasn’t sure I could muster “fast” at the end of this long race, but I knew I had to give it a shot. I was cutting it close.

Mile 11 was a blur as I tried to concentrate on my form and moving my legs. I was expecting my coach and teammates after mile 12 but instead caught them right at the mile mark. My coach yelled out words of encouragement and I felt a rush of pride at how well I was doing–I wanted to show her I COULD DO THIS.

Her instructions had been to ignore the watch the last three miles, so I didn’t know at the time what paces I was hitting. All I knew was that I. Had. To. Move….FAST.

When I turned the corner at mile 13 and saw the time clock at 1:39 (I started about 30 or so seconds behind it) I gave whatever kick I had to the finish.

I was NOT going to let this opportunity pass. I ran knowing that it all came down to those final seconds and if I didn’t do it now, the chance would be gone and I would regret not giving it my all. Close but not succeeding wasn’t an option. I needed to get it done NOW.

I sensed two men increase their speed as I passed them and I hit turbo. NOT TODAY. NOT RIGHT NOW. This was MY time. I was going to be the fastest one to the finish these last few seconds.

I don’t know who this person is.

There was no picture of me stopping my watch. I ran that thing all the way through like a maniac. As evident by that 5:10 pace, lol!

Oh man, I was so happy. I was so happy when I finally looked down and saw 1:39. 1:39. I never, ever in my life thought I would be in the ’30s, that I would run a half marathon averaging 7:30 something. Sometimes it’s hard for me to accept reality–that I really am running the way I’m running right now.

I don’t take progress for granted. I don’t forget the long journey it’s been to this moment. I’m not sure how much longer the desire to continue to improve will last, but I’m so proud of how far I’ve come. I’m so proud of how I’ve overcome negative thoughts, feelings of insecurity to get to this point. I am fast. I’m not bragging, but I need to tell myself that so I can accept this craziness that’s happening. That it’s not a fluke. It’s not luck. It’s freaking hard ass work I’ve done.

This was a hard race. But I know the real hard is coming next.

And I’ll be ready.