One of the main reasons I wanted to restart this whole blog thing was to actually put into words how my training life has been going for the last year. Those who know me even a little know how much I train. For awhile it was 7 days a week, but back in December I dropped to 5 days a week, which has finally settled well with my body. I have battled through physical injuries – crippling shin splints and knee issues, swollen/strained ankles, weak hips, blisters that covered the entire side of my forefoot – medical roadblocks – tanked Iron and B12 levels – and, of course, the array of mental demons most athletes deal with. I’m a very ‘in the present’ person, when it comes to training, and I have trouble seeing the big picture, even though I know exactly what the picture is going to look like. I send times to my coach and, to me, if I hit the times he has given to me, they’re good. If I don’t, they’re bad. Simple as that. But, today, I saw a light.
Today marked just over a year since I have been training with my current coach, Steven Stam, who is based out of Florida. As an accomplished coach of many Middle School, High School and Adult athletes, Steven has been given the great challenge of helping me on my journey to qualifying for the Boston Marathon.
On Monday I did a track workout, which consisted of the normal 1 mile warm up, an 8×400 meter repeat, followed by a 1 mile cool down. Timehop so kindly reminded me that a year ago I had a very similar workout, a 6x400m repeat, and I was shocked to see the time improvements.
March 25th, 2014 – 101, 107, 103, 101, 104, 102
March 23rd, 2015 – 87, 90, 85, 85, 87, 86, 88, 86 – Sidenote: this was the day after a 16.35 mile run
So often, I lose sight of improvements because I haven’t hit a PR in months, or I have a few bad runs in a row, but you can’t deny these numbers. Steven has developed me into an athlete I didn’t know existed, running times I would have laughed at two years ago. He pushes me to the point where I don’t think I can do anymore, then he pushes a little more.
If you don’t keep a log of past workouts, I urge you to do so. When you’re having a rough day(or week, or month), It’s very encouraging to look back and see where you came from.
2 years ago, yesterday, I ran the Dallas Rock N Roll Half at an average pace of 10:42/mile and was ecstatic because I ran a 9+ minute PR.
Today, I was angry because I blew a tempo run that was paced between 7:00-7:30/mile, and I was only able to hit 8:00, 8:08, 7:50, and 8:05.
Oh, How times have changed – pun intended 😉 Am I where I want to be? Not at all. Am I closer than I was? Absolutely.
Thanks to Steven, and his extreme amount of patience and knowledge, I will make it to Boston one day. This I know.