I made three attempts to run since the temperature nosedive to between 25F-30F degree. I failed miserably. I was aware I could easily get hurt running in cold weather than say running in 60F degree, but I was hoping I could at least run a couple of miles. The cold was one thing, but the sharp as needle wind was brutal. The temp was easily dropped to single digit when the wind was sharp and furious.
After fifteen minutes, I gave up.
According to weather forecasters this weekend will nice and warm of mid 30's. I'll take it.
This time last year, Boston was already smacked with six snowstorms. I found this photo I took when I went out for a walk at Boston Garden after the snow storm sometimes in the first week of February last year.
This afternoon I went out running with only two layers of wicking running shirts. No hat, not gloves. I felt weird running in February without layers of shirts, gloves and hat, and yet there is not much to be considered unusual anymore. Nevertheless, I'm grateful that I still can go out riding my bicycle and run and enjoy warm temperature this winter.
I short stopped into the end of fourth mile to watch flock of geese making an incredible move a few feet above the water. Actually it wasn't really a move. The birds remained static for a few seconds before they flipped their wings again and flew higher. It was as I clicked PAUSE button. I was mesmerized.
I have three pairs of North Face running tops that I alternately wear when I run in cold weather. I love these top because they are not only lightweight, the wicking works wonder, it pulls away the moisture from the skin., And that's the beauty of wicking. Anyhow, I have always worn a second layer when the temp. drop below 40F.
This morning I was brave enough to wear only running top without a second layer. No gloves, no hat. The temp. was unbelievably warm for winter. It was 46F. I spent about 30 minutes at the tracl for core workout and ran four lap. The last lap, 100 meter before the fisnih line I picked up the speed which was a mistake. I hadn't run for almost three weeks. I thought I saw a few stars when I got to the end.
When I got to Castle Island, the tide was high and the sun was bright. The pier was empty, which was a bonus because I took my time to stretch while watching the wave crushed the piles underneath. I wonder how long will this warm winter last, but I have no complain.
It seemed the dark clouds didn't move an inch since the last time looked up at the sky thirty minutes ago. When I took out the trash earlier, I could feel the breeze though.the way I saw it, it was a good sign. After I finished vacuumed the rug, mopped the kitchen floor and scrubbed the bath tub, the dark clouds had moved away. The tail of the dark cloud was visible between the leaves of oak trees outside my window.
I looked at the thermometer outside my living room window. It said, 60F. Good enough. the sky brighter than an hour ago. And the birds were partying like crazy in the trees.
As I locked the door I was praying there would be no soccer or football practice at the track this morning.
And there were no soccer or football practice,, except a couple of women in tracksuits walking around the track and a man in neon yellow t-shirt working out at the end of the track.
After 45 minutes of core strengthening workout, I ran four laps around the track. I tried to maintain 10:15 min/mile pace, but by the third lap I couldn't keep it up. The pace slid unmercilessly 20 meter into the fourth lap. I found out if I didn't force myself to keep the pace and let my feet slow down, I could pick up the pace again after five or six minutes.
Found out last night Father's Day 10K Race is canceled. A mixture of relief and mild disappointment. Disappointment, because I've been looking forward to run in 10K Race, to officially shake and bake my PR.
Whoa.....look at me.......two years ago, personal record wasn't part in my conversation. Two years ago I the only time I used PR was when I talked about some super fast runners like Joan Benoit's PR average 6 mins/mile. But I'm grateful that my long love for running have helped through difficult times. Running is like therapeutic on the move.
I haven't done much core training as much as I would like to, but I'm happy with some improvement I've noticed they way my body gradually accepted the changes. When I first started working on elbow plank, I only lasted 15 seconds and I couldn't do more than 2 repetition.
On the second week I could stretch to 20 seconds, and of course I would be huffing and puffing like a goldfish when I tried to hit 30 second. The good thing was I graduated to four repeat ion.
Every other day I add 2 seconds. They are days I don't feel feel like doing it at all, no matter how much I lace up or sugar coat the words. It just doesn't work. I guess having a personal coach would be lovely. When I get to 'don't feel like doing it' zone, I switch to some easier workouts : front lunge skipping and side skipping. And boy oh boy, skipping is fun. Without any effort, my face just break into huge smile while I skip. Amazing what a simple move can do to us.
This morning I managed to get 60 seconds for elbow plank and side plank withoug becoming a goldfish. But when on the fouth repeation, my side plank (left side) gave in at 45 seconds.
Another core workout that I really enjoy is superman fly. It is good for the back too. I make sure I do this workout no matter how lazy I become.
I almost skipped Boston's Run to Remember last Sunday. I wasn't fully recovered from terrible cold I had a week before. It was awful, the cold I mean, not the race. When I went to bed on Friday night, I knew I was going to get sick. You know the feeling when you are getting sick. Dry throat, you felt all your joints were about to fall apart, repeated sneezing, and most of all your lung acted funny.
Anyho, when I woke up on Sunday morning at 5:00 a.m, I knew I wanted to run. Although I wanted to move a few notches past my PR 10.15 mins/mile, I remineded myself, not to be a knucklehead and act stupid.
It turned out I didn't get sick. Mild cough here and there, and my lung wasn't fully reocvered, but I finished the race without throwing up after the race. Yesterday, I looked up the official race site for the result. I didn't crack the 50 minutes though, butI was pleased with nyself for being sensible. I slowed down everytime I felt my lung was about to explode. 53:50.
After 3 times running barefoot on the track I braved myself to run barefoot on Carson Beach. The thing is some parts of the beach are not like those beautiful sandy Cape Cod beaches.
After I completed four miles with two loops around the sugar bowl of Castle Island, I took of running shoes and ran kaki ayam-barefoot along Carson Beach. I was careful all the time and kept my eyes on the ground. I'm telling you, it was an exhilarating feeling when each time my foot sunk in the sands.
This one of my favorite parts of neighborhood when I want to do strenth training.
Another of my favorite strength training spot.
I don't want to be too enthusiastic about it, the idea of running barefooot in 5K race crossed my mind. What I need to do now to get used my feet get the feeling on the sidewalk and streets.
Thressa Withee, 44 years old runner from Maine ran barefoot in Boston Marathon recently. She was the first woman running barefoot in Boston Marathon.
Running barefoot is not new to all of us, even to western cultures. Our accentors ran, chased and being chased barefoot too. Only we forgot that we have the ability to do it.
I haven't seen any runners running barefoot, but I know there is an increasing numbers of barefoot runners. But, I've seen runners in Vibram. The price is too steep, so I have this
If I were a serious runner, I would be out running in drizzling, or on pretty windy day. But I am not a serious runner. I enjoy running, but I whine and complain to myself when the day turned out like yesterday. Cloudy and windy.
Two weeks ago when I ran in Honor the Marine 5K Race, my self-motivation was way up there above the cloud nine, if there was a could nine. I wanted to do more speed work at the outdoor track in my neighborhood. I made a plan that I wanted to run four or five mile one day, and do the speed work- 4x100, but I did not. And I blamed it on the weather.
I think my legs have gotten over the shock of my shifting from heel strike to forefront strike run. The soreness of the top of right foot is milder than the left foot. Using the foot and ankle chat as a guide I gently massage my feet. Somehow the massage relieved the pain.
Today was the third time I ran six miles with forefoot strike. A few times I forgot and was back to old habit, but I immediately sensed the change. My breathing turned to short and shallow. I shifted back to forefoot strike. I think it would take a few more weeks to get me really comfortable.
On my way back I stopped at Saunder Outdoor Running Track. It's about 10 minutes walk to where I live. The track was empty. I decided to give it a try on running barefoot. It has been a long time since I ran barefoot. 40 or 41 years ago when I was at SERATA where I loved to run barefoot around grass track.
I removed my Saucony and put them next to empty hand-held bottle water and walked to starting point. I don't know hot to put my feeling into words. It was a relieved? Like my feet gave a longgggggggggggggggg sigh. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh......Yes, that was exactly how I felt.
I started to jog and slowly built up the speed. It wasn't bad at all running barefoot on synthetic track. I finished one lap as I switched from heel strike to forefoot strike. When I finished a second lap, I knew I would be coming back in a couple of days. I completed 1 mile/4 laps with determination to put more effort to run barefoot this year.
The weather has been really unpredictable for the past weeks (duh.............I live in New England), but I managed to squeeze in a couple of runs each week.
I'm slowly getting comfortable with forefoot running. It was uncomfortable at the beginning, and I kept landing on my heels, but I keep mouthing the words as I run, "land on the ball of my foot" which I find very helpful.
What surprised me was despite the funny feeling, transitioning myself from the old habit to a new one was I could run on the same pace for 3o minutes which I could never did it before. It's like it said in one article about forefoot running, the short strides that make different.
My calves were horribly sore the first week I tried forefoot running.the soreness lasted for a week. I was like an old woman when I moved-shoot, I am an old woman. But it was not bad feeling that made me think, "I'll never do it again" kind of pain. It was good feeling kind of pain.