Runners come in two distinct models. There are the ripped, muscular sprinters that generally run 400 meters or less, and then there are the waif-thin endurance specialists that dominate anything of a mile or more. There are obvious physiological advantages that come into play here, and no amount of training is going to completely over-ride the capabilities that are hard-wired into our genetics. Hence a superbly trained muscular guy like Lance Armstrong struggles to finish a 3-hour marathon.
In endurance sport circles the big guys are jokingly referred to as “Clydesdales”, and many races have separate divisions and awards for these larger entrants. There is no official definition of this weight class, but it’s generally in the 175-195 pound range. To get an idea how thin most endurance athletes are, in some races the Clyde division starts at just 165 pounds for men, and 135 pounds for the women (aka Fillys or Athenas).
While the exact weight of a Clydesdale may be subject to debate, the term very clearly tells you all you need to know about large runners. They’re better equipped to be towing wagons than running fast for long distances. You’ll get no argument on this point from me. For as long as I can remember I have loved anything strength related (sprinting, jumping, weightlifting) but loathed those occasions where I had to push myself for longer periods of time.
I think that I can remember just about every long run (more than a few hundred yards) I ever had as a kid. Most were timed runs in PE class, and the pain and misery made a lasting impression. I have a vivid recollection of struggling in high school to finish a one-mile run in under 6 minutes (I barely missed), and this was when I was on the track team. Yes, I was definitely a sprinter and field event guy. In my two years of Varsity track the longest I ever ran in training was one lap— 440 yards—and I only did that one time! I always managed to hide whenever the running got serious.
Fast-forward 30+ years, and I’m competing again, but now it’s in masters track & field competitions. I’ve decided that the multi-events (pentathlon, decathlon, heptathlon) are going to be my strong suit, but there’s a problem. There’s always one distance race included in the multis. Indoors it’s the 1000 meters, and outdoors it’s the 15oo. So that means my days of hiding were over…I was going to have to start doing some intense running workouts… the dreaded speed intervals.
I’ve written about these runs on multiple occasions. They’re tough, they hurt, but they do the job and help me to maintain my speed over a longer distance. In the past most of these runs have been in the 400-1200 meter range. However this fall I decided to increase the volume of my workouts and to stretch the distance of my longer intervals up to a mile. As these mile times began to drop I remembered back to my high school days and started thinking about giving that sub-6 minute mile another shot. I’d actually gotten down as low as 6:07 last year, so I knew if I put my mind to it I could do it. Then late last month I happened across this blog post that challenged readers to set goals for November. So that’s when I wrote it down and got serious about breaking that barrier.
Now I know that for just about any average “runner” a 6 minute mile is nothing more than a warm-up. But for me, 51 years old, 185 pounds, and with lungs I swear must be the size of walnuts, it’s a big deal. Just getting to the point where I can think about attempting it has taken many months of intense training. And if I can get it done, it means I’m more fit cardiovascularly than I’ve ever been in my life. That’s huge in my book.
Today is Thanksgiving, and a few days ago I tentatively selected this as the day I would make my attempt on the record. I figured that if something went wrong I would have a few more days to give it another shot before the end of the month. I ran some 500 meter intervals on Monday, did an easy 30 minutes of cardio on the elliptical on Tuesday, and took the day off yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling rested and strong, headed into HealthQuest, then spent the first couple of hours getting some work done and getting myself mentally prepared for the assault. I knew I could get through the first 3 laps (our treads can display a 400m track) without too much trouble, but the last lap worried me. Even if I was successful it could very well prove to be a miserable, painful experience. And failure would be all that and depressing too.
Finally around 10am I got warmed up and decided to go for it. My plan was to go at a steady pace (10mph) for the first 15oo meters, then if all went well I would bump it up a notch for the last 100 to make sure I came in at under 6 minutes. So off I went. At the halfway mark I was still feeling remarkably relaxed and my confidence started to build. After 1200 meters I knew I had it in the bag. I’ve run enough laps now to know how much I have left in the tank, and I was sure that I had plenty. Just as planned I kicked up my pace for the last 100 meters and cruised across the finish line in 5:57. I immediately hit the “pause” button, caught my breath, then grabbed my camera to document my accomplishment.
While it was a hard run, I definitely didn’t push as hard as I have in some of my previous training runs. In fact after a short rest I was able to run two additional 1000 meter intervals at 9.5 mph. And while it felt great to finally break that 6 minute barrier, I think the best part was that I was able to do it without killing myself. I don’t think it took any more out of me then any other hard workout, and I’m pretty sure that tomorrow I can just fall right back into my regular training routine.
It’s also more evidence that I’m further along in my training than I was last year at this time. I guess that’s the one positive about being so slow when I started my training. I can continue to get faster even though I’m getting older. That’s always a nice boost for the confidence.
November has been a good training month for me and I’m feeling pretty darn happy with the direction I’m heading. Writing down some short-term goals was the key that got me re-focused and re-energized. Thanks Maria for that reminder!