Showing posts with label half marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label half marathon. Show all posts

Half Marathon Training Plan for the Not-So-Detail-Oriented

So I FINALLY have a race coming up.  Been kind of a slacker this year...  This spring, my only race was a 10k, the Bolder Boulder.  I didn't realize how much a spring half marathon jump starts the whole year for me.  Late this summer, I started going through withdrawals.  Crazy Ass was injured and so was Flash.  In order to keep motivated, I took the plunge and signed up for the Denver Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon.  Of course, you can't do a half marathon without a training plan; so, off I went to find the latest Runner's World and see if there was a good plan inside.

If you have ever looked at one of these magazine training plans and had your eyes glaze over, then you totally get me.  LSD, Tempo, Speedwork, HMP, cross-train what?!??!!  Let me take a moment to decrypt some of this for you.

There are three basic running workouts you need to try to get in each week if you want to perform well in  a half marathon.  These workouts don't have to be on the same days each week, but I find that there are certain days that typically work out better than others.  I try to be flexible, though.  I have three kids...  I never know, from week to week, what craziness might come up.

LSD - Long Slow Distance run.  This is the cornerstone of half marathon training.  If you do nothing else in your training, be committed to your weekly LSD.  I usually do this on Sunday morning.  I set aside an hour or two to go out on a run that will eventually be twice as long as a run I might do during the week.  I start out by adding a mile to my typical weekday run.  Each week, I add a mile more.  After 10-12 weeks, I have the endurance for a half marathon, allowing for a slacker week or two. 

One mistake I sometimes make on my long run is going too fast.  It is SO important to go nice and slow.  There is absolutely no point in torturing myself for two hours every week; so, I try to focus on slowing down and enjoying the moment.  A few weeks ago, I went out too fast, and by the second half of my run, I started feeling overwhelmed by how much distance I still had to cover.  At that point, all I could do was keep running - one mile at a time.  At mile 7, I told myself, "Just keep running until you get to mile 8."  After a walk break at mile 8, "Just keep running until you get to mile 9."  By the way, I am totally ok with walk breaks, too.  I try to limit them to one minute every mile or two when starting out, and spread them farther apart as my training progresses.

Speedwork - There are a lot of ways to do speedwork.  It's essentially any workout you do with the specific goal of increasing your speed.  It can be a tempo run, interval training, hills, mile repeats, you get the idea. 

A tempo run is one in which, after a warm-up, you run at a consistent pace for 20 minutes, about 30 seconds slower than your 5K pace.  If you run a 5K in 30 minutes, then your tempo pace will be a 10:30 mile.  The important thing is to keep the pace consistent.  Then be sure to allow yourself a cool down after the 20 minutes.

Interval training allows you to run at a faster pace for a short period of time.  You might try going a minute faster than your 5K pace for two minutes and then walking or jogging for 2 minutes and repeating for 20-30 minutes.  Fartlek - yeah, I said "FART-lek" - is a kind of interval that has no prescribed pace, but instead you play around with different paces throughout your run.  Crazy Ass got me hooked on fartleks on the treadmill last year.  Our treadmill workout went like this:

Warm up - Set at a 4 for 5 minutes (15 minute pace)
Increase to a 6 for two minutes (10 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to 6.5 for two minutes (9:30 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to a 7 for two minutes (8:45 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to 7.5 for two minutes (8:00 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to 7 for two minutes (8:45 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to a 6.5 for two minutes (9:30 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a minute (15 minute pace)
Increase to 6 for two minutes (10 minute pace)
Back down to 4 for a 5 minute Cool down (15 minute pace)

This workout lasts around 30 minutes, and it is SO exhilarating and really helps improve speed.  Adjust to fit your pace.

Another great way to improve speed is to do hill repeats.  Running hills works the hamstrings much like faster paces do, plus it helps teach your body how to deal with higher exertion-levels.

Regular Run - The third piece to half marathon training is just getting out doing regular runs of say 4-6 miles.  I try to fit at least one run in per week, in addition to the LSD and speedwork.  I'm sure a lot of people run more than three times per week, but as a running mom, three works great for me.  I don't worry too much about my pace on this run, but it's usually not quite as relaxed a pace as my LSD.  Where an LSD might by 11 minutes miles (remember I'm a tortoise!), my regular run is between a 10 and 10.5 minute pace.

Cross Training - My cross training consists of a little strength training each day.  I focus on core strength exercises, including plank, side plank, back bridge, chair raises.  I do calf raises, squats and lunges as low impact leg strength work.  As I have time, I throw in some swimming and yoga.

This is half marathon training for the not-so-detail-oriented.  Be as consistent as possible, while allowing for slip-ups too.  You can train in as little as 10 weeks, but for the best experience, try to allow 16 weeks, in case there are weekends you just can't get your long run in.  So many factors can get in the way - weather, birthdays, travel - I've found allowing myself to skip a long run gives me the opportunity to enjoy my life, too!

I'd love to hear about your race training.  Give me some tips...  My race is in two weeks, so I still have a little time to fit in some new ideas!

You're Goin' Down, Purple Bra - The Half Marathon Story

Holy. Crap.  13 miles is a long way.  Crazy Ass, Tortlette 1 and I rode up a winding road in the Colorado River canyon.  The odometer on the car read 11 miles and already it felt like we had been driving and driving and driving some more. 

"Um...  so, we're going to run this tomorrow, huh?" Tortlette 1 asked.  We were all silent.  I ignored the giant pit in my stomach and smiled "Isn't this canyon gorgeous?"  I made mental notes each time we went downhill, knowing that as we ran down this canyon in the morning, these would be uphill for us. 

We finally arrived at what we assumed would be the starting line the next day, as the odometer read 13.1.  Porta potties lined the road, the only sign of what was to take place here the next day.  I tried to imagine the place packed with runners, warming up at the starting line.  My imagination failed me.  I truly could not fathom what I was in for the next day.

Later that evening, after checking my alarm clock for the 12th time, I forced my eyes shut.  I had laid out all my clothes for the next day, planned out a bagel breakfast and put the chip onto my shoe.  Two hours later, I opened an eye to peak at the clock.  Midnight.  Ugh, why can't I just sleep?  I awoke again at 2am.  And 3:30.  Finally, the alarm went off at 5am...

By the time we reached the starting line, we had half frozen our buns off at the shuttle pickup, and we proceeded to freeze off the other half as we stretched with the 10-minute runners.  Somehow Crazy Ass saw no issue with us joining the 10 minute pace group, although our fastest pace yet was around 12 minutes.  Tortlette 1, being the manly-man that he is, had already shed his jacket, while Crazy Ass and I jumped up and down to keep warm.  I had a fleece jacket on over my running shirt, which I was not about to give up.  Moab in March is the Jeckyl and Hyde of weather, with frigid temperatures at night and early morning, followed by scorching sun by mid-day.

"I'm still not feeling so well," Tortlette 1 informed us.  He had woken up with a stomach ache.  I was hoping it was just nerves, but since he brought it up again, I was pretty sure this was something more serious. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied.

"Ok, there is supposed to be a sag wagon coming through.  They should be picking up people who need help.  If it gets bad, I guess you can just hop on that, ok?" I replied.  I trusted that race coordinators would never let a kid struggle.  I looked around at some of the aging runners who were around us.  Surely, other people might need a bail out along the way, right?  This is something they must plan for when they a race like this.

The race finally began.  We ran right along-side the 10 minute pacers.  Adrenaline took over as we trotted down a long hill at the beginning of the course.  As the course flattened out, I started to worry we couldn't keep up the pace and I slowed us down.

Tortlette 1: "Are we really going to run this slow?"

Me: "Yeah.  We want to be able to finish the race right?"

Tortlette 1: (rolls eyes)  "Uh, ok."

About two miles in, we lost Tortlette 1.  "I can't run any more.  You guys go ahead."

Crazy Ass and I carried on.  By this point, we had solidified our back of the pack status, but we were still running.  I was filled with guilt as we left my baby behind.

"He'll be ok, right?" I asked.

"Look, we can still see him," Crazy Ass said, looking behind us.  "I have my cell phone so we can keep in touch with him and make sure he's alright."

We kept running.  I was determined to to keep up with an adorable 65 year old in a purple sports bra.  We eventually passed her, and I thought, "Wow, she is amazing.  I can only dream of being that fit at her age."  We played leap frog with her and an overweight guy wearing a camelbak over the next several miles.  After the third or fourth time we passed Chubby, I waved to him and smiled, "How's it going?"

"Wow, I thought I'd at least be able to keep up with you guys," he replied.

Once he was out of earshot, I turned to Crazy Ass, "Do we really look that bad?  This guy's disappointed he can't keep up with us?"  I thought of the woman in the purple bra and my assumption that we'd finish the race before her and realized Chubby felt the same way about us. 

Running is a humbling experience.

By mile seven, we'd had two porta potty stops and made several attempts to reach Tortlette 1 by cell phone.  We hadn't seen him since Mile 4.  I was really starting to worry, as I had yet to see a "sag wagon" and we were definitely far enough back amongst the runners where they might think we were candidates for one.  But we continued to run.  We had passed Purple Bra several miles back.  I had no idea where Chubby was.  I think we passed him, too.

Thunk.  Thunk.  Thunk.  My femur stabbed into my pelvis with each step I took.  By Mile 12, I could run at most a quarter mile and then I had to stop and walk.  We still hadn't gotten in touch with Tortlette 1 and I was desperate to know what was going on.  A porta potty greeted us as the start of Mile 13, and I decided to use it as one final attempt to allow Tortlette 1 to catch up with us.  An exasperated Crazy Ass said, "I'm going to keep running, ok?  I'll see you at the finish."

"Ok," I said.  "Good luck!"

Still unable to see Tortlette 1, I ran as much of Mile 13 as I could, stopping periodically and then jogging once again.  My camelback was nearly empty and the fleece jacket hung around my waste, two unnecessary burdens that at this point were only making me sweat even more under the hot Moab sun.  I passed a house with a sprinkler going, like this was some typical spring day.  And then I saw her.  Just up ahead was Purple Bra.  "You again," I thought.  "You're going down."

I increased my pace enough to begin closing the distance between us.  Ever so slowly, the color purple grew closer and closer.  As we turned a corner and the finish line was in sight, Purple Bra fell behind.  Her adorable Grandma face was just a blur, but the finish banner was a clear as day, though 200 yards down the road.  I kept running, knowing I couldn't stop now.  Not with Purple Bra right behind me.  Step after painful step, I ran until I passed the finish timer:  3:02.

Three minutes later, Tortlette 1 crossed the finish line.  He was running.  "Wow, he was right there all along," I thought to myself. 

"Great job!" I yelled.  "Are you ok?  I was so worried."

"Yeah, Mom.  I'm fine.  I pretty much walked the whole thing."

He walked the whole thing.  And finished right behind us.  Running is a humbling experience.

On the way out of town, Crazy Ass and I stopped at the main office of our hotel and booked a stay the next Fall for the Other Half Marathon, 2009.  Humbling as it was, we were hooked.