As a southern Indiana native, I can openly admit that I’m not a big fan of Springfield winters.
Ice and snow covered my neighborhood’s streets and sidewalks for weeks in December and January, making driving difficult, dog-walking unsafe and running nearly impossible. (Note: I can lend credibility to this complaint. I attempted to take my foster pup Gunther for a quick jog in the park and slipped on a covered patch of ice. Think feet over head.)
As my co-worker Pat mentioned earlier, I’m training for a few different races, so I toughed it out some days. But on others, it was just easier to head to the gym. If you’re thinking that treadmills are a boring buzz-kill, you’re right. I completely agree. So this winter, I decided to try something new — interval workouts.
Interval workouts call for alternating fast-paced exercise with slower recovery periods. Here’s an example: run at 7 mph for two minutes, jog at 4 mph for three minutes, repeat. This method doesn’t just build endurance and burn more calories, but it also makes treadmill time fly by.
I usually do interval workouts on nights when I’m scheduled to run three or four miles. It’s so much easier to stomach the treadmill for 30 to 40 minutes when I know I’m breaking the workout into smaller, more manageable pieces. Plus, I can read up on the latest People and Us Weekly gossip during the recovery periods.
I’ve listed my two favorite interval workouts below. You can find these, plus two others, described in more detail here at Runner’s World (http://bit.ly/bf4UoJ). For an extra challenge, set the incline on your treadmill to 2 degrees. This helps add "air resistance" to indoor running.
Speed it up
Warm up for 10 minutes at a slow pace
Run 3 minutes at a fast pace
Jog 3 minutes at an easy pace
Run 3 minutes at a fast pace
Jog 3 minutes at an easy pace
Run 3 minutes at a fast pace
Jog 5 minutes at an easy pace
Cool down for 5 minutes at a slow pace
10-4’s
Warm up for 10 minutes at a slow pace
Run 10 minutes at a moderate pace
Jog 4 minutes at an easy pace
Run 10 minutes at a moderate pace
Jog 4 miles at an easy pace
Cool down for 10 minutes at a slow pace
Even though winter's almost over (finally!), these workouts will still come in handy on rainy March and April days. Thanks for reading & good luck!
The first race is the Lincoln Memorial Half Marathon (Information/Registration) right here in
The next weekend, we’re traveling to
Finally, we’ll head to
The best part about doing races is the freebies bag. You
usually get a cool T-shirt, product samples and coupons. The second best thing
is the after-race food. At the Lincoln Half last year, they had pizza, biscuits
and gravy and a ton of other awesome stuff to recharge our batteries – all free
to race participants! And of course, there’s always the bonus of getting in
shape and feeling great about yourself. You get an incredible sense of
accomplishment and satisfaction from finishing a big race as your friends and
family cheer you on. I can’t explain it, but running races has definitely made
me see life differently.
Later this week, Amanda is going to share some information
on speed interval training. It’s a great way to build both speed and distance. Until
then, leave any questions you may have about training in the comments section
below, and I’ll do my best to find you answers.
Take care and GET FIT!
Now that my legs have returned from the jelly-like state induced by the American Lung Association’s Fight for Air Stair Climb on Feb. 20 at the Hilton Hotel in Springfield, I’ve had a chance to chat with a few other people involved in the event.
Lori Younker, director of Program Services and Development at the American Lung Association in Illinois, sent over some photos from the event to share: http://www.illinoistimes.com/Springfield/imagesGalleries.php?action=viewGallery&gal_id=11
All photos are courtesy of SMD Photography and Dennis Oehmke.
The ALA blasted through their $50,000 fundraising goal to reach $53,160! Congrats to them, as well as all the climbers and everyone who donated.
Check out the event page here: http://ala.convio.net/site/TR?fr_id=1271&pg=entry
The winner of the climb was local expert Terry Purcell, whose 2 minute, 24 second ascent was absolutely amazing. (I’m pretty sure he’s a cyborg from the future!) Even cooler is the fact that his wife, Susan Purcell, clocked in at 3 minutes, 46 seconds, not only making her the top female in the race, but also netting her 13th place overall. (She totally blasted my time out of the water!)
As stated before, now is a great time to start practicing for next year. Climb stairs at your own pace once or twice a week for a year and see what happens. I would bet you’ll see your legs grow stronger and your stamina and lung capacity improve markedly.
Best wishes to everybody! Now get out there and Get FIT!
As I rounded the corner to the stair well, the
radio-controlled timer reacted to the tag on my shoe, reminding me with a loud “BEEEEEP”
that there was no turning back. I was participating in the American Lung Association's Fight For Air stair climb at the Hilton Hotel in Springfield, and all I could think about was flight after flight of endless stairs, challenging me, taunting me, daring me to reach the top.
The first few flights flew by, two steps at a time, with
surprising ease. It was only my third ascent up the steps – twice before as
practice – but it felt as if I’d been there a thousand times before. Pulling
myself up with the hand rail as my legs pushed like pistons, I conquered ten
flights before I realized my breathing had become fast and heavy.
Suddenly, my legs became leaden and my chest heaved,
searching for the perfect gulp of air. I slowed my pace – one tread at a time,
trotting up the cold concrete steps, their yellow-painted edges inviting me to
plant my sole on their faces. I passed a group of young women chatting casually
at a water stop. They had stopped to rest, yet they looked to be in better
shape than me. My smug self-satisfaction gave me fuel as I continued on, ever
upward into the skull of the Hilton.
I began to catch up with older women in pink shirts made
specially for the event. “Passing on your right,” I called between gasping
breaths. I couldn’t hear their reply, if they even made one, because the blood
pumping through my head created a dull roar that elbowed out any other sound.
It added to my hyper focus, almost a tunnel vision; all I could see were
floating pink figures slowly falling away behind me. I trudged on, passing a
familiar-looking man in a cream-colored mock turtleneck and khakis. It was U.S. Sen.
Dick Durbin, slowly climbing the 32 stories from the hotel concourse to the top
floor. He seemed to have a sense of quiet determination, standing upright even as
the stairs continued to rise before him.
I reached the platform at the 29th floor, greeted by a
cheering crowd urging me up the final two flights. With the finish line in sight
and the sounds of encouragement filling my ringing ears, the weight of my tired
legs and my quickly-pulsing heart fell away, and a burst of energy – like a
hurricane wind – propelled me onward and upward. My legs became pneumatic
pumps, powerfully driving me forward without thought or protest. I reached the
final platform, and a sense of relief and serenity washed over me. All was
quiet, from the congratulatory shouts to the blood rushing through my ears. For
just a moment, I was alone in the Hilton, king of the mountain.
Snapping back to reality, I felt my legs lose their vigor and
my focus degrade into a fog of anonymous high-fives, water bottles and gym
towels. The pewter medal awarded to finishers hung heavily around my neck
like an anvil, but I didn’t mind the weight. It was proof I had reached the
top.
I finished in 4 minutes and 31 seconds. The winner,
stair-climbing virtuoso Terry Purcell of
Check out the race results here: http://www.theracershub.com/results_view.php?id=801&result_type=db and check out the American Lung Association's local website here: http://www.lungil.org/
Now is a good time to start training for next year! Get out there and GET FIT!
Staring upward from the feet of Polyphemus, I feel a twinge of vertigo overwhelm me. The arrogant, towering cyclops seems to lean over me, mocking me and threatening to crush me. He is unmoving, yet he seems ready to raise his club and end me.
A blink and a deep breath reveal Polyphemus to be the soaring Hilton Hotel - not the hungry spawn of Greek deities, but still intimidating enough to make me wish for a moment that I had stayed in bed. It's among the tallest buildings in the city, and my six-plus feet of height are negligible - even laughable - in comparison.
Inside, the elevator doors slide open with a cheerful "Bing!", beckoning me to take the easy way to the top. It's 30 floors - sixty flights of stairs. I turn away quickly, as if the elevator is trying to make eye contact. Once that happens, you've already lost.
"Not today," I think to myself, mustering the sort of angry motivation every movie underdog must feel when he prepares to take on his Goliath. My fists are clenched, my eyebrows are furled, and my determination burns hot like a gasoline fireball.
My teammate Amanda stands next to me, her even-keeled resolve calming us both. It's going to be a long climb up the winding steps that seem to spiral into the heavens, but we refuse to be defeated by a mere building. Though it stands still - an inanimate chunk of concrete and steel with no will of its own - it seems to thrash violently, like the angry cyclops blinded by the spear of Odysseus. We have no spears, only our worn-out running shoes, but we will subdue this beast. We will defeat the mighty Hilton.
In less epic terms: My co-worker Amanda and I are participating in the American Lung Association's Fight for Air Stair Climb on Feb. 20 at the Hilton. It's a fundraiser for the ALA in their fight against lung disease.
If you feel like supporting us with a donation, here's a link to our team page: http://ala.convio.net/site/TR/StairClimb/ALAUM_Upper_Midwest?pg=team&fr_id=1271&team_id=9440
All donations go directly to the ALA. Click on one of our names to donate. (Unfortunately, you can't donate to the team in general. You have to pick one of us.)
We are called "Slow Patrol" after the band "Snow Patrol". There's another team called "Death Climb for Cutie," so we couldn't resist another band pun. Hopefully we'll be patrolling for slow climbers, rather than just patrolling slowly.
Neither of us has ever done a stair climb like this, but we're both long-distance runners (Amanda is even training for a marathon in April), so we'll take whatever abuse the Hilton can dish out.
Hope you can support us either with a donation or by coming out to cheer us on. Thanks for reading!