Just Run

After a full day of meetings, work, and teaching, followed by eating and grocery shopping (the most important errand for runners, amirite?) I found myself at a fork (ha!) in the road:

To run… or not to run?

I was starving, so I decided it would be a rest day and that I’d run tomorrow. (Possibly the most overused excuse in the book.)

Instead, I sat down and read about running speed, convincing myself that a small part of me was still… running.

But let’s rewind for a moment - to when I first started running nearly three years ago. Back then, the only goal was finishing one mile. Keep your goals reasonable, they say, and with running, that advice somehow feels both true and wildly misleading.

The first time my feet hit the track, I wasn’t stopping, but I was definitely turtling along. I wasn’t chasing time. When I completed that final loop, I was so surprised I’d finished that I nearly forgot to stop my watch.

Beep.

9:45.

Even more surprising? I felt like I could keep going.

Soon, one mile felt manageable, so I tried two. You can see where this is going.

Eventually, running became routine. Two miles - boom, done. Three or four if I had the time. I was also cross-training and dancing a lot back then. Unlike my high school PE days, I actually enjoyed running.

A few months later, a new question popped up: How fast could I run a mile?

Closely followed by another: How far could I go?

At its core, speed comes down to a simple equation: stride length + cadence. But increasing both at the same time is tricky (and a great way to get injured, from my experience). Overstriding is a common pitfall: reaching too far forward so your foot lands ahead of your center of mass, creating a chain reaction of foot, knee, and hip issues. Plus… it’s just inefficient.

I’m no expert, but from personal experience, cadence is my stronger suit (thank you, years of metronome-based musician training). My stride tends to be on the shorter side, even when sprinting, I might hit 1.2 to 1.3 meters. A cadence around 171–174 feels like a comfortable jog, but holding 180? That’s a whole different beast.

And then there’s the real brain teaser: what if you can hit 180 steps per minute… but you’re still running 8-, 9-, or 10-minute miles?

Food for thought. That’s where the art of training comes in.

Running seems as simple as putting one foot in front of the other.

Or is it?

Declared Rest Day

Okay, I hereby declare today a rest day. Not because it’s Saturday, but because I’m genuinely surprised by how sore I am. My quads, hamstrings, and even my calves have all joined in on a collective whining session.

Taking notes on the track 

And here’s the surprising part: it wasn’t caused by running alone. Nope. It was caused by - brace yourself - I’m saying the G word, which I’ve been avoiding like the plague - the gym.

Over the last six months (okay… maybe more), I got a little carried away with just running and quietly neglected strength training, drills, and cross-training. It’s easy to do when it’s just you, your running buddies, and a trusty pair of shoes. (I’ll never forget that agonizing 10-mile loop last spring - huge thanks to Rod for pacing me from mile three-ish onward after I foolishly tried to hang with Mike and lost him two miles in.)

So yesterday, I temporarily parted ways with my running shoes and reintroduced myself to my longtime gym. Some famous athlete-turned-personal-trainer (name escapes me) once said: Choose a gym close to you, because you’ll actually go. So true. Unfortunately, the gym I committed to is about 25–30 minutes away. My runner logic says: Why sit that long when you could squeeze in a 5K? And yes, my friends will confirm - I do not sit still well. 😆

That said, when I realized my mile pace had slowed to about 9:30 per mile, nearly a full minute off my half-marathon PR pacing, I was, to put it mildly, horrified. I also finally admitted something I’d been avoiding: I hadn’t touched a treadmill, leg press, heavy free weights, or even a group exercise class since August 2016. Eight months ago.

Back in September and October, I raced four weekends in a row - 10K, 5K, half marathon, and 10 miler - and felt great. I even set a PR in the 10 miler. Then the holidays arrived… and I settled in too. Hard.

Suddenly I was sitting. Mostly sitting. Catching up with people over long meals, because, let’s be honest, runners are always saying things like, “Sorry, 8 p.m. is too late, I have to wake up at 3 a.m. for a race.” It felt nice to sit. One dessert turned into another. 

 

This is still healthy, right? Because it is a rainbow of colours.

Through all of this, I still ran for fun. I didn’t race in December, but I made sure I got my outdoor time. I kept things together enough to run a couple of January 5Ks and squeak in under 30 minutes - barely. That’s the sneaky thing about fitness: it can slip away without you noticing… if you never test it.

My times crept up - 30 seconds, then 50, then 60. I blamed sleep, reduced mileage, and the occasional late-night large meals (we’ve all been there). After all, I was still running! Mini miles count!

But when I found myself feeling winded near the 30-minute mark in 5Ks, knowing my PR is 27:11 on a true 3.1-mile course, I thought, Huh. That’s weird.

So… back to the gym. Time to rebuild some strength. Time to show up again. See if they bought new equipment. Or moved anything. Since it was such a drive, I committed to staying one full hour - a massive commitment for someone who prefers running and calling it a day.

I decided on a circuit-style workout: drills, weights, and a little jogging (because I couldn’t help myself). About 20 minutes in, I wanted to quit. I was breathing louder than the music blasting through the speakers. But I stuck it out for the full hour, wondering how I used to do this weekly, in a group class, no less.

And now… today.

I am feeling it.

The foam roller is my best friend. So are turmeric, avocados, and all the anti-inflammatory foods. And honestly? This feels like the perfect day to sit, recover, and blog.

Rest day officially approved.

2 Weeks Out Until the 50K

Two weeks to go until I tackle my very first ultra marathon -  a 50K on trails! (That’s 31.5 miles… yikes! Or should that be a woo hoo! 😅)

Just seeing that number can feel a little intimidating, but somehow my newbie ultra-tude is fired up. And yeah? I’m more excited than anxious.

I’m feeling confident because I’ve put in the training, stayed committed, and I’m ready to do this. My goal? Simple: just finish. No DNFs. Fingers crossed!

What’s really amazing about this journey is what you learn about yourself when you push your limits - especially the brutal honesty that training demands. Case in point: the other day I completed a 3.5-hour run. If that wasn’t enough, the real test was showing up to do it again the next day. Physical fatigue? Oh yeah. Mental fatigue? Somehow even harder to battle.

This was my last big workout before I start tapering -  the calm before the ultra storm.