A little magic

Have you ever heard of a magic mile?

I have been using the Jeff Galloway app for time improvement and he had me run a Magic Mile last week. Basically you warm up, get ready, put everything you can into this mile and then check out your pace to help you determine a reasonable estimate of you race time for your longer race (after you train adequately!).

So I did my magic mile, and I was thrilled to accomplish that mile in 12 minutes exactly. Doesn't sound like much, but that is four minutes faster than the necessary pace to avoid the pace bunnies who DQ you at Disney, so the most important thing is being ahead of that pace.

Speaking of Disney, today was the day registration opened for the Wine and Dine Half Marathon and I am excited to say Todd and I are both registered!! Now the hard work really begins! It was quite funny to see me dancing around the office with my registration paper, beaming about the fact that I am now officially registered to subject myself to unknown physical demand along with the potential for public humiliation! But excited I am!

My Training Partner

So, I have recently mentioned this guy who is my training partner for this year. In the heat of the moment, when I randomly suggest one winter day that WE should go run a half marathon at Disney, my sweet husband Todd agrees and says, "Sure, how much time do I have for training?"

Todd is actually the person who first introduced me to running. I think I briefly touched on that topic early in my blogging. I was 19 at the time, Todd was 21, and he was VERY fit. He ran regularly. I ran to the fridge, to the snack cupboard, and on the weekends to the bars.

But because Todd loved to run, I agreed to go out on a run with him one fateful summer evening in July. Now, I did have some minor experience with running. I was a track star in elementary school, regularly winning ribbons for the 50 meter dash, the 100 meter dash, and I believe once or twice for the obstacle course. So, thinking "How hard can it be?" I went out the door, down Todd's driveway, and took a right turn to head UP the mountain with him. Because by running up first, you at least would get the benefit of running down at the end. Or at least that's what Todd told me.

That theory really didn't matter. I believe we made it about 400 meters when I landed my foot in a pothole.  HOW you ask????

I suspect I was likely watching Todd ahead of me and not the road. I don't know. But my foot landed in a pothole, I twisted my ankle and landed on the asphalt like a ton of bricks. As Todd helped me up and we surveyed the damage, it was clear that I was covered in road rash from my ankle to my arse. Literally.

We turned and hobbled back towards Todd's house. A neighbour stopped and asked if I needed help. I WAS SOOO EMBARRASSED!! I hid my face and said "No" to Todd, and when he told the people in the car they haughtily replied, "We weren't talking to YOU, we were talking to HER."

So I replied that No, I was fine and only my dignity was hurt, and we made it back to Todd's house where he lovingly poured a bottle of rubbing alcohol over my leg, "because alcohol won't scar your leg like peroxide will." 

Todd's mom arrived home to the bathroom scene of Wanda shrieking her head off like a crazed banshee and Todd trying to be supportive and no doubt questioning what he had gotten himself into.

I swore I would never run again. I figured I was as graceful as a 1980's robot and just wasn't cut out for that kind of sport, and quickly returned to my routine of running to the fridge, to the snack cupboard, and to the bars.  Of course, I took Todd along for the fun and helped him to find a few extra pounds. Per year. For the last twenty-two years.

So, it was quite surprising when I decided I was going to be a runner. Even more surprising that I have not fallen yet during this quest that I am on. Although I am much more careful to watch for potholes now, and dips in the road, etc.

And now I have convinced Todd to join me. He is returning to his former exercise of choice - running. And he has been at it now for six weeks. During that time, he has run the New Year's Rock 'n' Run 5k, the US Road Runners Movie Marathon 5k, and his last race, the Love on the 5k Run.  It is this last race that I find mildly humorous.

Todd ran this race one winter evening, round about February 14th. And it was exceptionally icy here that week. And my husband can be a little stubborn at times (how we get along I will never know, we both have heavy doses of the stubborn gene). So as he was leaving I gave him some advice, to run on the roads through the subdivision, because there was a lot of melting that day and the sidewalks on the main road had been flooded in many spots when I was out. That was sure to freeze to ice but the roads themselves would be salted and fine.

Approximately 40 minutes later my phone dings and it's a text from Todd.

"Ouch."

And me, "What?"

"I fell."

"Want me to come get you."

"No, I'm fine."

I put the phone down and ponder what I am sure has happened. About ten minutes later, Todd walks in the door, knees ripped on his pants and dirt all over him. He confirms that he took the sidewalk route. And that he fell again. Ouch.

Now, unlike me way back when I was 19, Todd has not sworn off running. He has continued to go out the door and work towards his goal of losing some of those extra pounds and joining me through several races this summer and 13.1 miles of Disney in November.

But I have come up with a personalized name for his Love on the 5k Run. I have taken to calling it "Twice on the Ice."  It has a special ring to it, don't you think?

A Long Distance Accomplishment

It has been an exceptionally busy week for our family. After an injury and physiotherapy all last week, Noah's basketball team was in play-offs on the weekend for their division in the Metro Basketball Association. After three great games, the team won the championship game against the St. Margaret's Bay Slam by a score of 39-36. No easy task, the Slam were a strong team all year and our boys had not won against them during the regular season. But with a really tough defence and their offensive talents of outside shooting mixed with great rebounding and inside shots, the boys took the division championship.

Here they are, the Tri-County Tigers MBA Champs:

The win wasn't without disappointment. Both teams were given blue T-shirts to celebrate the tournament. No trophy, no medal, no banner. Nothing to mark the win for the boys. Which was disappointing for them because other divisions were given awesome trophies. So while I give kudos to the MBA for their great work in organizing such a great league for the season, they really need to get some consistency in what they are giving out to winning teams at the end of the season.

The boys are playing this weekend in the Bedford Classic, known as the largest minor basketball tournament in Canada. So far it has been great, and the boys are playing today and tomorrow at the Canada Games Centre so they are pretty excited about that opportunity!

Around the life of a basketball fan, I did a LONG run Sunday night, quite by accident. The dog showed up by my feet at 8:45pm holding his leash. I felt bad for him, no walk or run Sunday, so I got dressed and went out for a run. After I got started I realized it was 400's, which are timed intervals designed for you to push yourself a bit and see what times you can consistently get on that distance. I decided to give it my best effort, and ran my BUTT off for the first 400.

After what seemed like a very long time, I thought to myself, "You know, I MUST have run 400 meters by NOW." Checked my phone and realized, to my utter dismay, that I didn't have the GPS turned on so my phone had not registered that I had run any distance!

Another rule of thumb for my collection.
Don't set off on a timed distance run without GPS turned on.

At this point I had two choices. 1) the one I would usually be inclined to take: walk home and say to hell with it. And 2) turn on the GPS and start the intervals.

I'm not entirely sure why, maybe it was my sympathy for Boomer who clearly wanted to run, but I turned on the GPS and did the SIX intervals. Granted, at the time I decided to do them I thought there would only be FOUR intervals, but Jeff Galloway decided to trick me up and add two more to this weeks workout.

My goal for these intervals was to run the entirety of every 400m interval. Since I have been using Jeff Galloway's Run/Walk method, I haven't been pushing myself to run longer periods. So I thought I would give it a try for the interval training.

I was really excited by the end of the run. I had run all of the intervals (granted, it was slow running), and I made it home without sore shins or a sore lower back. These two areas have really bothered me since the mishap at the Fieldhouse Track, and I wasn't sure how they would hold up.

When I got home, I used Map My Run to figure out my distance (since I didn't have the GPS on the whole way). In the end, I went 6.5 km. I covered the 6.5 km in 1 hour, 1 minute and 33 seconds. Not a remarkably fast time, but don't forget this included my warm up walk, cool down walk, and a mid-run recovery walk since I wasn't used to running this far.

I was VERY excited by this! To complete this distance, run all of the intervals, and come out on the other side with no pain is a very exciting accomplishment!

Next up........let's talk about Magic with Jeff Galloway and it's place in training for distance runs.