Posted by Carlos “Sandbagger” Araujo
Another week has passed and I am starting to realize that this is going to be a LONG season… Don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoy training, but racing is what I live for. The adrenaline rush I experience during a race is quiet unique and hardly found anywhere else. That’s why training for 19 weeks without any races planned whatsoever is going to be a challenge…
I am going to Brazil (visit family and friends) for the Holidays and would love to find any kind of race there, even a 10k or half-marathon, but it is summer time down there and the last thing people want to do is to race during Xmas and New Years. Actually, the most famous running race in Brazil, the Sao Silvestre (20,000 runners boiling under a 35C heat for a 15k run) is always December 31st in Sao Paulo, but I won’t be in Sao Paulo this time, so this one is a no go. I have been thinking about a few races in warmer places in North America in March, just before I start my specific training for Lake Placid, but so far nothing caught my eyes.
Going back to my training, this week was pretty much like the last week (3 runs, 3 bike rides and 2 weight-lifting sessions), with 2 main differences:
- I did my first outdoors run this Saturday and used my “new” pair of Newtons. Boy, do they feel great! I also found out how amazingly faster I run at the track than on the “dreadmill”, at least to start… That’s because after 30 min I found myself in familiar territory and had to really slow-down my pace. At the end of my 1 hour run I was again “flying low” at the astonishing pace of 9 km/h. But two things put a smile on my face. One, was the fact that I was running outdoors. As I mentioned before, for me a bad day outdoors beats any good day in the gym. Two, during the last 5 minutes of my “run”, while a bunch of people I know I am faster than was running by me, my iPod starts playing the theme song for Rocky Balboa. I could not resist and started laughing so hard that I almost had to stop, as my HR was getting higher… Oh, the irony!
- Yesterday I “rode” my bike again since September. It was on the trainer, but it felt great, at first… After 50 min I was hurting really bad and even though my HR was perfectly under control, my legs just gave up. I can still see Fernanda’s face when I showed up in our bedroom after 1 hour of torture… She asked: “Weren’t you suppose to do 2.5 hours bike today?” To which I said: “Yeah, but the football game was so interesting that I had to stop riding and watch it. That and because my legs just can’t do it anymore.” I could be worried, but I am not. It was late at night and I had a heavy late lunch, so I guess 1 hour was not too, too bad, eh?
Total workout for the week:
- 8 workouts
- 7 hours again
- 4,000 kcal again.
Lesson learned this week: Don’t ever do a late Sunday workout again.
“Whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re probably right.” - Henry Ford
