After adjusting my schedule this week as a result of the recent vacation, my regular tempo run was slated for Wednesday, not Tuesday. And because of an annoying construction project in the area, the path to my regular running route is blocked, forcing me to drive to a starting point instead of beginning the run in my driveway.
Such was the case Wednesday, when I dragged myself to the new starting line, located in the parking lot of a local KFC (I plan on writing about nutrition and its various plagues, benefits on finishing times later on, but to this point, I have avoided Col. Sanders).
Back to running. I had been dreading the tempo run – a 16km effort with 8km at half marathon or 5:00 per km pace all week; switching it from Tuesday to Wednesday was part of the avoidance. I had completed other tempos but it required a strong effort and simply put, it is hard. I recently asked some on a Runner’s World forum if they dreaded the tempo run most of all their runs. The response was yes, yes, yes!
So out I went, and despite some challenges, I managed to get every km under 5:00, including one at 4:59 and another at 4:39. Predictably, it was a sweaty, heart-elevated, draining yet rewarding session despite my earlier reluctance. When I finished, I filled up the car at the gas station, purchased some Gatorade and proceeded home, via the detour that takes an annoyingly amount of extra time to get home.
All was well, right?
Not really. At the end of one street, which joins a main road, the light changes are based on a sensor after 10 or 11 p.m. Since it was late, I was in that sensing zone. I sensed it was going to be a bit of a wait but after 2 minutes at a red light, I sensed a mood of frustration and as a result, inched the car forward. Nothing but more waiting. So, I inched forward again and again, nothing. During the gaps, I was also checking my tempo splits and that’s when I noticed another car coming behind. Shortly after, finally, the light changed.
I pulled through the light and immediately, was pulled over by a police cruiser – the car behind me.
I sensed trouble.
More accurately, I thought, ‘WTF’, questioning the officer’s motivation, wondering if I was getting targeted for reading my Garmin when I was stopped, which maybe the officer mistook for a cell phone. Nope, seems in my haste to make the sensor work at the stoplight, I had inched too far into the lane of the main road. The officer pulled me over to essentially warn that was not a good thing. He was probably examining for signs of slurred speech, glazed eyes, etc. as they were on the lookout for drivers under the influence. He likely thought, since I was in an awkward spot on the red light, well…. you know.
During the conversation, he asked me what I was doing. His mistake. I detailed the run, the tempo and my Gatorade purchase. I also voiced my displeasure with the sensor device and the construction near my house. He got it all, in a pleasant talk, nodding his head all the while. When I was fumbling for my registration and insurance papers, and still talking, he interrupted me, saying he just got a call for a possible impaired driver elsewhere and excused himself – possibly to free himself of the details of the 7th or 8th km.
Maybe I was rambling!?!?!
Anyhow, the police were on the lookout because of a pair of concerts in the city that night. So I blame KISS and Tegan and Sara, both acts that performed in the city Wednesday.
I posted about the stats from Wednesday’s run here. Thursday, it was 18 km of slow running which after Wednesday’s effort and I was happy about that. Some outings, you have to grind through it and this was definitely one of those. It was a rough one after the tempo Wednesday. No police though.
This weekend en route to the half-way mark of training, the schedule calls for two runs, including a long outing – the longest so far – of 29 km. It seems like a chore but in comparison to those tempo requirements, I’ll take it!
So far: Tuesday, 6km, Wednesday, 16k with 8km tempo, Thursday, 18km, 15 to 20 percent above MP.
Schedule: 11km Saturday, big 29km long run on Sunday or Monday.