yesterday was the weekly Foulé Glandoise gathering, I was considering going but in the end I opted for enjoying family life and for some strange reason I was inspired to make a lasagna. It was the best lasagna I ever made and the only one at that, but while everyone was sleeping I watched the Worldcup and finally took the lasagna out of the oven and ate at 22:30.
Today my muscles were nicely lasagna primed and ready to go. late work, and helping put the children to bed took me to 20:30, my major driving force to still go run was a silly desire to make a blogging entry! Heyhey I managed!
There is a prestiges club that I do not yet belong to, it allows a certain degree of bragging rights, the entry fee is nothing more then 5 km in 20 minutes. Now this is quite a challenge, and though I have heard that it is possible, I am still a while away. Today was my trial run, to see where I stand and so off I went.
1st km in 3:54 sec (a delightful downhill start to encourage my 5km projections)
2nd km in 4:30 sec (still very pleased but now I was 26 seconds off pace)
3rd km in 5:03 sec (my biofuels were running out)
4th km in 4:40 sec (kicked in the backup generator)
5th km in 4:53 sec (considering it was uphill, was pleased and glad to stop)
5 km in 23 min (avg 4:36) a personal best, but no membership yet.
my Garmin tells me I had a max heart rate at 190bpm, strange as my calculated maximum is 183, maybe a little glitch, but which one, the heart or the Garmin?
It feels great to run, and even better to stop and write about it!
mercredi 23 juin 2010
lundi 21 juin 2010
22km to St Prex and back.
Saturday morning left the house at 6:45 children still beautifully asleep. Get to Nialls place 7:00 a.m. and ready to run. It was a cool day with the low hanging clouds just waiting to dump their reserves on us, made clothes selection tricky, I took a chance and went without the shell. My twitching muscles were excited to go for a 2 hour run, like a young pup who wants to chase down the squirrels in the forest and forgets his bearings I went out feeling great.
We headed down the usual path, over to Perroy and in mid conversation Niall interrupts me, it turns out we were approaching “the gate” and he was wondering when I would make a dash for it. Sorry, after my last racing deception I have to plan these things in advance and find the optimal distraction to get my head start.
We made our way through the beautiful Allaman river path. Up and down, in and out, over and many times under the low hanging branches from the weeks rain. The rain has a way of accentuating everything, even colors become brighter and more intense. Many times as we were running along there was pockets of strong smells, different flowers or plants huddled together , even the Kiwi plants were starting to release their pungent scent into the air.
With a comfortable and relaxed pace after 13km we made it to St Prex and when it dawned on me that this would mean a 26km run I got a little heavy hearted. To make matters worse not long after touching the infamous sign to which I have been initiated to the St Prex excursion tradition, Niall glanced at his watch and pulled a “Tenke” on me! I have to be back by 9:00 he tells me. Be back by 9:00 that means my nostrils were breathing dust going home. I tried and I tried to keep up as we approached km 18 and I was doing 4:28min/km I finally conceded that there are Jedi’s and there are Master Jedi’s as I read in a blog not long ago. However, this Jedi still managed to get back home and with a family very happy to see their papa with a handful of croissants, I recounted my morning whereabouts.
Later on that day I experienced the euphoria of physical exhaustion releasing its serotonin and other goodies into my bloodstream yielding 30 minutes of laugh attacks. Now that’s the life, when anything can happen and it’s still funny.
We headed down the usual path, over to Perroy and in mid conversation Niall interrupts me, it turns out we were approaching “the gate” and he was wondering when I would make a dash for it. Sorry, after my last racing deception I have to plan these things in advance and find the optimal distraction to get my head start.
We made our way through the beautiful Allaman river path. Up and down, in and out, over and many times under the low hanging branches from the weeks rain. The rain has a way of accentuating everything, even colors become brighter and more intense. Many times as we were running along there was pockets of strong smells, different flowers or plants huddled together , even the Kiwi plants were starting to release their pungent scent into the air.
With a comfortable and relaxed pace after 13km we made it to St Prex and when it dawned on me that this would mean a 26km run I got a little heavy hearted. To make matters worse not long after touching the infamous sign to which I have been initiated to the St Prex excursion tradition, Niall glanced at his watch and pulled a “Tenke” on me! I have to be back by 9:00 he tells me. Be back by 9:00 that means my nostrils were breathing dust going home. I tried and I tried to keep up as we approached km 18 and I was doing 4:28min/km I finally conceded that there are Jedi’s and there are Master Jedi’s as I read in a blog not long ago. However, this Jedi still managed to get back home and with a family very happy to see their papa with a handful of croissants, I recounted my morning whereabouts.
Later on that day I experienced the euphoria of physical exhaustion releasing its serotonin and other goodies into my bloodstream yielding 30 minutes of laugh attacks. Now that’s the life, when anything can happen and it’s still funny.
mercredi 16 juin 2010
10km in under 50min
Inspired by Niall who documents all his outtings I have decided to also have a go at it.
Ok, lets get started,
Ive been running for a while but never wrote down all my adventures and hickups along the way, perhaps it would have helped me smarten up quicker if I hadn't forgotten all the torment I put myself through over the years . . .
Yesterday I went running for the first time with the Foulé Glandoise, a bunch of 30 or so that quickly got divided up into 3 groups, the quickies and the slowpokes. Alain and myself found ourselves directly in between until we made a little short cut and then continued with the fast fokes. It was leaving Gland over to Luins up the slope of death to the little church were I got engaged and continued up some more, found our way over to Begnins and back. Good heart training but the downhill stretch was tough on the knees. I sure is nice to run with others, though it takes a bit of getting used to the logistics side, My personal independance needs to be a little remoulded but Im getting there.
My personal goals for the last few months has been to run 10km in under 50 minutes, I figured thats a reasonable goal with just enough challenge and prestige to be able to say I can do it, to get me motivated. So this weekend I felt up to the challenge. My first km is always easy as it goes downhill and its a beautiful way to warm up, however getting around km 8 I was beggining to convince myself to go straight and not turn uphill to get home, that way i would have a better time but somehow felt it was cheating. Coming along km 9 I forced myelf and let my heart rate rip through my chest like a whiny 2 stroke engine at 182bpm with a calculated 183 max; I was struggling! One little turn at the top, a 50m sprint and 10 clicks were in my pocket at 49 min 14 seconds. From my comfy couch after having showered and enjoying the flood of endorphins permeating through my body I had this thought "If only all of my life were this easy and rewarding! "
On to the next challenges . . . 5km in 20 minutes
Ok, lets get started,
Ive been running for a while but never wrote down all my adventures and hickups along the way, perhaps it would have helped me smarten up quicker if I hadn't forgotten all the torment I put myself through over the years . . .
Yesterday I went running for the first time with the Foulé Glandoise, a bunch of 30 or so that quickly got divided up into 3 groups, the quickies and the slowpokes. Alain and myself found ourselves directly in between until we made a little short cut and then continued with the fast fokes. It was leaving Gland over to Luins up the slope of death to the little church were I got engaged and continued up some more, found our way over to Begnins and back. Good heart training but the downhill stretch was tough on the knees. I sure is nice to run with others, though it takes a bit of getting used to the logistics side, My personal independance needs to be a little remoulded but Im getting there.
My personal goals for the last few months has been to run 10km in under 50 minutes, I figured thats a reasonable goal with just enough challenge and prestige to be able to say I can do it, to get me motivated. So this weekend I felt up to the challenge. My first km is always easy as it goes downhill and its a beautiful way to warm up, however getting around km 8 I was beggining to convince myself to go straight and not turn uphill to get home, that way i would have a better time but somehow felt it was cheating. Coming along km 9 I forced myelf and let my heart rate rip through my chest like a whiny 2 stroke engine at 182bpm with a calculated 183 max; I was struggling! One little turn at the top, a 50m sprint and 10 clicks were in my pocket at 49 min 14 seconds. From my comfy couch after having showered and enjoying the flood of endorphins permeating through my body I had this thought "If only all of my life were this easy and rewarding! "
On to the next challenges . . . 5km in 20 minutes
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