Feeling the burn....

I've completed 5 weeks of training now.  In these 5 weeks I've logged 84 miles and run for almost 14 hours in total.  For the elites, this is a week's worth of training, but for a mastodon like myself, it's a lot.  And I'm feeling it.

My summary page from the iPad app "Run Journal"

This is where rest days and my bi-monthly massage are great.  I'm also using ice packs on my knees, not because I need them, but precisely because I don't need them, and I want to keep it that way.  I also see the wisdom of the back-off week.

For example, this past Saturday I had my first real long run, a 10 miler that I did half on concrete/asphalt and half on gravel or dirt trails.  It's my first 20+ mile week, up from 18 the week before, which is a pretty big jump from week to week.  This week my long run is 7 miles - three miles less than this past week, a mile less than it was two weeks ago.  Total mileage will be 19 for the week, and I'm betting that the 7 miles on Saturday will feel easy and leave me with fresher legs for week 7 which goes up to 24 miles with a 12 miler on Saturday July 7.

My Home Page on the iPad's "Run Journal"

I did want to touch on my 10 miler from this weekend for a minute.  I started at the 119th street trailhead for the St Vrain Greenway and warmed up on the gravel side path for the first mile, then turned south and headed for the Left Hand Creek trail.  Because the city has the trail torn up at Main Street, a big chunk of the trail is a detour on Missouri Avenue but that's no biggie - it's either going to be concrete on the trail or asphalt on the road.  When the trail hits Sunset there's another crushed gravel path that is well shaded (a relief at the end of my run as the temperature had climbed into the 70's).  That path goes for about 3/4 of a mile, then crosses Hover and the trail becomes the Lobo trail.  It's a nice wide dirt trail the winds through farmland and parallels the railroad tracks (for at least as far as I went this weekend).  It is a nice and well maintained trail.  I was rounding a corner, getting clear of a stand of trees with Collective Soul's "The World I Know" driving me forward.  The chorus was crooning "So I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below" and there in the middle of the trail was a golden eagle.  It had a chunk of something in it's talons and it was just standing there with it's wings slightly spread and it's beak open about an inch, just staring straight back at me.  I stopped in my tracks and there we were, about 20 feet apart, me not moving and him just standing there daring me to get closer.  Just as I was wondering how long this standoff would last he decided to take his snack and get moving.  He spread his wings, and with a few flaps was soaring up and over the trees to my left.  It's moments like that one that make me love running.  It could be the sunrise lighting up the front range at the precise moment I crest the hill by Union Reservoir, or the eagle, or any of a number of other things.  They don't happen too often, which is good or they would lose their value.  Their rarity more than makes up for sore muscles, hurting knees and blistered feet (though I haven't had those in a while).  Most importantly, they do NOT happen when you sleep in or sit on the couch.  You have go out and chase them down, and that is what running is all about.  How's that for a moment of zen?