With this view from my new home office, my freelancing editing career looks bright—at least literally!
The past week was both exciting and stressful. (How can any week that includes a moving day not be so?)
Only two days after my move, it was time to push my under-trained, sleep-deprived body through my first race of 2012: the Dave Reed Spring Classic 5K in Stanley Park. I loved it! I’ve written before in this blog about never knowing if you’re doing something for the last time. My last race was a very low-key event at Jericho Beach in July 2011, a 5K that was part of the Diva on the Run women’s-only series. After that run, my knee felt pretty bad, and I thought that might be my last race ever.*
So I was ecstatic to be out there running in Stanley Park on Saturday, during a blessedly rain-free gap of time, amongst the Lower Mainland running crowd. I was also happy that my brother Alan could join me in racing. Alan lives in Waterloo, Ontario, but he had spent the previous week trashing his legs snowboarding at Whistler. He had doubts about his ability to preserve the “Rooks family running honour,” but I think he ran respectably to finish in 19:34. (My time was 21:32; it was not the jog I had planned, but somehow those old competitive instincts kicked in during the last kilometre.)
I was thankful that my knee didn’t hurt during the race. As expected, I felt discomfort after, but I’ll immerse myself in my cross-training routine this week. I’m reasonably confident that Saturday’s race wasn’t my last run ever.
In addition to running, it was wonderful to talk to several of my running friends whom I hadn’t seen for quite a while.
*And I never dreamed I’d ever win a running medal again!
Now, back to 1988 and my
Olympic Training Log
March 5, 1988
AM: Jogged to forest by pool. Jogged one circuit easy, then tried to do one hard—but too muddy and icy to go fast. Tried horseshoe hill—too much downhill. Finally settled on doing uphills from road below school, pass pool to top of trail. Did uphills in 2:33–2:38, jogged downhills just under 3 min. 9 times. Worked hard—good anaerobic workout. Jogged home. Heel a bit sore after, Achilles still very tender to touch, but don’t feel it while running. About 12 miles, much of it easy.
March 6, 1988
AM: Did 91-min run, first 46 min out with Paul at good pace. Came back same route—felt quite good, tired at end. A bit of trouble with patella in left knee. Heel sore at first. 13½ miles.
AM: Swim 50 lengths 36:58 in spite of very crowded pool—adults and kids.
PM: Weights—“push-strength” plus hamstring curl & extension, hyperextensions, abdominals on Universal. Worked hard, I was strong because worked out at night—arms rested from swim. 66 min. Injuries better today.
March 8, 1988
AM: Rode bike to Von Karman. Did 10-mile run, 63:35. Pushed hard whole way. Injuries hardly noticeable but stomach still very upset (since Sunday). Rode bike home.
PM: Jogged to track, did 1 mile warmup, 4 strides. 8 x 1 lap with 1 min rest. Times 68, 66, 65, 65, 65, 64, 64, 65 [track a little short of 400m]. Very happy with workout—no injuries hurting. Felt weak from having diarrhea all day. About 4½ miles.
March 9, 1988
AM: Swim 50 lengths 38:00. Felt very sick after.
PM: Weights—“pull-endurance” plus snatch, backward leg press, situps, hamstring curl and leg extension, side leg-raises. Feeling bad still from diarrhea but did long workout—77 min.
March 10, 1988
AM: Rode bike to Von Karman. Did 38-min run at moderate pace, followed by 6 x 100m strides on path inside sports club. Stomach still very upset—felt terrible. Rode bike home. 6 miles. No injuries!—just slight soreness remaining in Achilles.
March 11: Rest day.
This week: 46 miles running, 2 Von Karman bike trips, 2 weight workouts, 2 swims.
Well, by now you all know a rest day means a race is about to happen. Is my week of intestinal distress going to ruin my racing chances?
One of my competitors in the next day’s race is one of the most famous female distance runners of all time—in large part because of a peculiar incident that happened in the 1984 Olympics.
Stay tuned for next week’s blog to find out who she was and how I fared against her!