Life in Leadville goes on. My days are filled with wasting away on the internet, and running. I occasionally do groceries, or dishes, or clean, but for the most part I run, read about running, think about running, or plan my runs.
My diet has been pretty mediocre for the previous month, but I’ve tightened things up a bit. No more bags of delicious Lime Tostitos. I actually found a cucumber in the Leadville Safeway this week. I didn’t think they had those, up here. I won’t lie and say I’m eating as many veggies as I should be, but such is life, and vegetables are gross.
The dog is doing well enough. I’m pretty tired of being a dog-sitter 24-7, but I guess when you own a dog, that’s the way it goes. She’s running 65+ km per week. It’s funny, she never really gets a rest week, because she runs all my “easy” runs. So my rest weeks often mean she does more running than usual. She still seems to struggle on anything around the 20 km mark. I think it’s still mostly the heat though. We try to start early to beat the sun. The air is cold here, but the sun is blazing.
Leadville Race Series held their “Silver Rush 50” a few weekends ago. Or maybe it was last weekend? The 50 miler, anyway. Matt and I were hiking and met this Canadian dude from Toronto, named Carlos something. (I could look it up, but it’s unimportant right now.) He is competing in the 100 miler, and also did the 50 miler. I was pretty excited to meet a fellow Canadian so I told him maybe I’d catch him at the start or finish line of the 50.
Funny thing was, I actually got there the exact minute he crossed the finish line. The photo I got was complete dog-shit though so whatevs. It was just a funny coincidence. It was also the highlight of the visit: hanging out at the finish line of a race you a) are not racing in, or b) don’t know anyone in is c) incredibly goddamn boring. Watching a bunch of decrepit randomns shuffle across a finish line (9 hours after they started!) is just a lot less fun than you would even imagine.
I caught a couple of shots of an epic sunset we had the other day. Leadville has some pretty intense weather. Super perfectly clear blue skies in the morning, and thundershowers every afternoon. It’s about 1 hundred trillion infinity times better than Vancouver weather. If you know me and my history with Vancouver weather, I say “Fuck Vancouver weather!”
Leadville countdown: 29 days
So we’re less than 1 month away from the start of the 2012 Leadville 100 trail run. This time, exactly 4 weeks from now, I will be getting ready for bed, I hope (well, maybe not at 4:30 PM, but close) in preparation for a 4 AM start to my first 100 miler.
I really, really wish it was not so far away. The anticipation is killing me.
My training is going well. Let me see if I can plot some pictures… well, I’ll do a more in-depth analysis later, but essentially I just did 3 good sets of 3 weeks increasing mileage + 1 week 50% mileage. After my injury, I slowly ramped back up, and just last week I ran 153 km. This is a rest week, and I’ll be at 88 or so km. Next week is a “big week” and I don’t wanna jinx myself (just kidding, what am I, Harry Potter?) but I’m hoping to hit like 180 km. Huge! I guess for some people that’s not a lot, but it’s more than most.
I’m going to run 64 km long run on Sunday, and try to split the rest up fairly evenly. A few big mountain climbs, another Powerline crossing on Thursday, and then voila… Tapering begins.
My final block of training looks like:
- July 21-27: 160+ km
- July 28-03: 75% (120 km)
- Aug 04-10: 50% (80 km)
- Aug 11-17: 25% (40 km)
- Aug 18-19: Run like a sonofabitch
Now, some might argue that more rest is required. I am going to suggest that taking days off completely is a bad idea, and makes me feel like a pile of poop. A pile of goose poop, which Tona then eats, and poops out again. Double plus un-poop.
Better to simply go for a short 30 minute jog to get the blood flowing and freshen up the legs. In my final week I’m gonna do one short tempo workout (10 min E + 3 x 3 min T + 10 min E), the rest will be baby jogs. I think this is better than just sitting on my arse and surfing the net. I mean, I do that 8 hours a day anyway!
I’m concerned I’m not logging enough “long run” miles, or enough back-to-back miles. My plan is somewhat different from the standard plan, in that regards. This was a conscious decision based on my 50 mile run. I didn’t feel like I learned anything. I reasoned: why not run the same mileage, but spread out more evenly, and thus run more, run faster, and run less risk of injury?
The fact of the matter is, I’m more afraid of being injured again (that goddamn foot injury!) than I am of being undertrained.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, standing at the horizon of a 160 km battle against the minions of Satan himself, one can’t help but wonder if perhaps I shouldn’t be running longer distances. Alas, I can’t do anything about it now. Better to see my strategy through to the finish. If I’m wrong, there’s always another race.
The miles are in the bank, for the most part. It’s all over but the crying. And the pain. And the despair. And the nauseating consumption of 6,000 calories of sugar and 13.5 litres of water. Shudder.