My training has been going well, which is giving me an incredible confidence boost, and I feel like I’m making progress where I ought to be. The Pfitz plan has me topping out around 55 mpw, and this week closed out my peak week: with a 12 mile tempo run (with 7 at half marathon race pace… holy hell) and a 21 miler on hills on Saturday (wherein my buddy, Mort, and I did the last 5k descending from an 8:15 down to a 7:15 pace).
post 21 hilly miles with Mort. I insist on getting pics after long runs, ha.
I hit about 56 miles this week, which is tied (I believe) with two weeks ago as being my highest-volume-week ever… not that I’m necessarily a numbers gal, but that’s pretty cool.
My sleeping almost 11 hours today (7 hours overnight plus two, two-hour naps) is probably indicative of the aforementioned “peak week” concluding 🙂
Though it’s still too early to say, since I have a good month of training left, so far I feel pretty happy with the Pfitz training plan. I’ve followed it pretty closely, with the exception of using the long run mileage from the up to 75 mpw plan instead (since I was coming right off Houston training, I already had the base). The speedwork is tough as nails–let’s call it “humbling,” ha–but I know it’s making me a stronger runner. Doing what Pfitz calls “medium long runs” between 10-12 miles during the week, in addition to the weekend’s long run, has also taken some getting used to–those “medium” runs necessitate a 4:45am wake-up–but like the speedwork, I know they’re making me stronger and helping my endurance.
…at least, this is what I’m telling myself.
Anyway, as Eugene inches its way nearer and nearer every day on my calendar and training program, I’ve been thinking about my goals there with more intentionality and focus. It’s no secret that I want to shoot for (sub) 3:30, but I haven’t really decided on a time yet… and I’m thinking I probably won’t for a few more weeks still.
What has thrown me for a loop, in this regard, is that Eugene has pacers at 3:25 and at 3:35, but nothing at 3:30, which is where I was planning to set myself up for most of the race (barring catastrophe). I’ve had mixed experiences with pacers, as have many of my running friends whose expertise and experience I trust, so while I would be absolutely *floored* to run a 3:25 this spring, blindly entrusting my running–and a 3:25 might be a stretch for me right now–to a stranger just makes me downright nervous.
We’ll see.
It’s not a decision I need to make right now; if nothing else, it’s just something else to think about as part of my racing strategy.
In the week to come, I’ll be heading back out to the Morton Arboretum where I ran my hilly 21-miler, but this time, “only” 17, and with my friend, David. Coincidentally, I met both Mort and David when we were all training for Boston ’09. Two weekends from now I’ll have my final 20 on Saturday and then an 8k, the Shamrock Shuffle, on Sunday, so like with my Eugene goals, I’ve gotta figure out how I want to swing a 20 mile training run the day before an 8k that I want to race.
Decisions, decisions…
Otherwise, all is well. Fortunately, the appetite that seemed to have disappeared for a couple weeks came back–and with a vengeance–in the past week, and I think the ancillary RYBQ/StrengthRunning bodyweight strength and core stuff has also been improving my game since I have now graduated to being able to do 3 sets of the Standard Core, at :60/exercise, without dying (hooray!).
I guess no news is good news on the blog front; things seem to be clicking, and I’m going right along.
I’ll leave you with an image and a video that C was finally able to capture of A today. I’ve been leaving my foam roller out with her toys, so I remember to use it, and of course, that means that it has become fair game for her to play with, on, under, over, [insert preposition here].
Nutrition is a big part of any endurance event training and particularly so for an event as gruelling as the marathon—no news there. Any runner—or marathoner, anyway—can affirm that.
The nutrition and “wellness” industry—since that’s what it is—surely makes a veritable shitton of money off consumers who are looking for the next “big” thing or the easy way out to drop a few pounds so they can look super hot in their little black dress, their skinny pants, or their birthday suit. Again, stating the obvious here.
All of these industry norms are at odds with endurance athletes, of whom it behooves to think of nutrition and food consumption as how we effectively fuel our machines—our bodies—to perform and function as well as possible, both in our daily training regimes and on the day it matters most: race day.
Yea, this is a good way of thinking about it
Don’t get me wrong; I realize that it is extremely problematic to think of our bodies strictly as “machines” that need to be “fuelled” so they can “perform” properly.
I get it; promise.
I’m not into vehicularly anthropomorphizing the entity that basically dictates our quality of life each day. For now, however, bear with me; I’ll get back to this tangentially-related body image point later (probably in a separate post… trying to contain the diatribe here, folks).
In the past week, I got my personalized results from a study I participated in last fall, as I was in the final bouts of NYC marathon training. I saw a post on runnersworld from a graduate student in San Jose, asking for adult female marathoners to participate in her study about their nutritional habits. Once I emailed her, indicating my interest, she quickly accepted me, so I was in.
From what I recall, the first part of the study involved taking a series of very involved questionnaires that covered a host of topics, ranging from my own marathoning experience (17 fulls and probably about 18 halfs at the time); my attitudes toward food and body image; my knowledge of nutrition and micronutrients, vitamins, and minerals (FWIW, I consider myself very informed about this stuff, but this specific survey was hellaciously hard); and a flurry of other topics that I’ve since forgotten. Completing the three or four different questionnaires alone took over an hour, and that was before I even began the heavy part of the study.
Erin, the PI, asked all her participants (whom she coded with numbers to protect anonymity) to track our food/beverage intake, as well as exercise habits, for an entire week, to the letter. She wanted serving sizes, portion sizes, minutes exercised, effort expended at said exercises, time of day, vitamin and supplement consumption, even brand names of the food and restaurant names of the locales we patronized—in other words, the meticulous of the meticulous.
At any rate, Erin’s findings were pretty surprising. You can read them here at your leisure if you’re so inclined, but the highlights include the following:
given that I was marathon training, doing cross fit, and breastfeeding last fall, I was consuming nearly 1k fewer calories than I “should have” been. The language in the report makes it sound quite dire, but at least from what I can remember, I don’t think I was starving myself or anything like that. In fact, like I said before, with the exception of the past few weeks, I usually eat… a LOT. (That is often the source of many a joke from my friends and family. My mom wonders where my food goes. I point to my ass).
My diet wasn’t as balanced as I thought it was, apparently. The analysis points to several vitamin and mineral deficiencies, which, as Erin points out, can be easily rectified by eating more vegetables (I was slightly under the RDA that week) and by eating larger portion sizes. Again, the latter is almost amusing to me because I eat… a lot. (Sidenote: again, FWIW, some of the labels on the report are inaccurate. I don’t think I’ve been to an Old Country Buffet in probably 20 years!)
At least according to the report, my underconsumption, vitamin and mineral deficiencies, and breastfeeding all last fall allegedly could have/would have seriously compromised my athletic performance last fall (speaking in the hypothetical here, since NYC never transpired). This is a huge surprise to me because, like I’ve alluded to already, I think I eat a pretty balanced diet; if I feel sluggish, I don’t attribute it to a lack of a certain vitamin or mineral… hello, mother of a toddler?! (Interesting to note, here, that the study indicated my iron consumption was great. That’s like a BOOYAH! moment for me for all the naysayers who say vegetarians or vegans struggle to get adequate amounts of iron).
And finally, another interesting part: probably like most people, my sodium consumption was higher than the RDA, but I learned it’s almost irrelevant for endurance athletes. This especially surprised me because I had never thought about it in these terms before: we’re endurance athletes. We sweat. All that sodium we consume? It comes out. Consequently, while I should care at least a little about my sodium intake, at the same time, I shouldn’t… (and the study even says as much—namely, that if endurance athletes were to heed the RDA for sodium, that could have deleterious effects on the our performance… and hell, my endocrinologist was trying to tell me to take iodine supplements for the past few years).
This study’s findings, as well as my own recent ruminations on how I stopped weighing myself as a pretend-Lent goal and managed to drop some weight, and my suppressed appetite of late, make me wonder what all of this means.
Call it a wake-up call of sorts, if you want.
Initially, I scoffed when I read the report’s findings (treading waters fast and furious in Da Nile, perhaps?) because I know I eat a lot of food—huge portions, large quantities, you name it—but I think what I often gloss over—and what people like my husband have to remind me—is that even if I do eat a lot, I typically am eating foods that are pretty nutrient-dense and calorically kinda low.
The fact that I will eat huge quantities of the aforementioned doesn’t really negate or balance anything out… especially when I’m in the throes of training.
At the same time, I’m educated enough in this subject to know that I need to eat a decent balance of carbohydrates, protein, and fat—among others—so I’m definitely not “that runner” who only eats carbs and stays the eff away from all fats, even the good stuff.
Believe me.
Of course, I’m not perfect, so I’ll want junk food every now and then, but overall, I tend to swing toward the camp of “I want to eat a lot of food, provided it is healthy [read: not fried, nothing dairy, no animal anything, nothing with a soul, and not something with a laundry list of unrecognizable ingredients whose names I can’t pronounce—thank you, Michael Pollan!] and nutrient-dense.
I’m well aware of the horrible things that female athletes will put themselves through in order to gain an edge—all the bad stuff like bulimia, anorexia, all types of disordered eating habits—and while I’ve never had to deal with a disorder, proper, I do recognize that I probably have some disordered eating habits that might predispose me to some self-sabotage if I don’t keep myself in check.
Fuelling my machine—nutrition—has been something of a struggle for me for the past few years, as I’ve tried to be mindful both of the stuff I’ve mentioned here, of getting ample amounts of all the good stuff to keep the machine running well, as well as the nitty-gritty stuff specific to training and racing, like figuring out what I can eat—and when—that will both give me enough energy to rock the fuck out and kick major ass… and, obv super importantly, not give me the trots.
All this stuff is a balance, and having a totally non-vested third party look at my habits and throw some truth back in my face is something of a wake-up call—but definitely, 110%, very good feedback.
I don’t think I could have been more impressed–or surprised–with this study’s findings, even if I contest the validity of some of the claims.
What’s your story with fuelling your machine? Do you treat your “machine” any differently when you’re training than when you’re not? Have you ever had any experiences working with a dietitian or a nutritionist?
