Sunday, June 19, 2011

Race Review: Grandma's Marathon: What's Hot and What's Not

Grandma's Marathon is held in mid-June in Duluth, MN. Interestingly enough, it is not named after anyone's grandmother, but rather a local saloon in town that donated money to support the race in its first year.

What's Hot:


*The race is point-to-point. This isn't terribly common so it sets the race apart.

*The course is run along Lake Superior which is a beautiful view. If there's a point where you can't see the waves sliding in, no worries because you have lush, green trees to look at.

*It's marketed as a relatively flat course with rolling hills. (First of all, kudos for being accurate on the description. Too many races aren't accurate.) However, as the #1 hater of hills, I had no complaints with the gently rolling hills. If there was a slight up, there was also a slight down so it worked.

*Pace groups were CLEARLY marked along the side of the start line as well as where the individual pace leader with the balloons stood. Pacers had extra bracelets with them. Kudos to them for bringing those for runners that didn't pick them up at the expo.

*Hands down, the best aspect of the race was the water stops. I'd put Grandma's up against any race in the country and bet others would also agree this race has the best water stops. Water stops have a habit of being packed or forcing you to stop dead in your tracks because the person in front of you stopped. Not here. There are tall signs (water in white, Powerade in black) in front of each table to let you know what is at each table so the volunteers don't have to shout it out (though they do that, too). They alternate tables in the SAME water stop. Water, Powerade, water, Powerade. Most of the water stops also had ice chips in them. At least three even had sponges. There was not a lack of volunteers for water stops.

*The name-that's just cool. And they even give an award out to the first grandma to cross the finish line.

*The size of the race. The organizers promote the event as "World Class Event, Small Town Charm". I'd agree. Very well run for a small race. They've had 35 years to perfect it so I expect nothing less.

*Peaceful. Relaxing. Peaceful. No other way to say it.

*The expo was huge and had well-known guest speakers. There were a ton of vendors. They even had food vendors selling bagels in 2 packs and fruit by the piece. For out-of-towners, this is perfect.

*The volunteers were friendly and went out of their way to help. When we arrived at the buses too early (only the half-marathon was boarding) in the pouring down COLD rain, the volunteer in charge of the buses allowed us to sit in his van to wait. Classy. The packet pickup volunteer moved the table so we could cut through to get to the buses. Good thing, too, because being from out of town, we had no idea how to get around the building. That's not something you want to figure out after 26.2 miles, either.

*Other runners who stepped up to the plate. At one point, there was a runner lying on the side of the road. Four other runners stopped their own race to help her. Selfless. When I finished, we were not directed to food or the thermal blankets and the temperature was low so I began shivering after I picked up my bag from gear check. Another runner noticed that I was shivering more than I should be and she gave me two thermal blankets and helped wrapped me in them. Beyond kind.

*Weather banners noted the weather on the course. They were large and easy to see so you knew what you were up against. Our day was white: hypothermia possible.

*The local newspaper posted every finisher's name and time in the paper the next day. This makes you feel special, especially if you aren't a speed demon. What a great souvenir.

*The medal ranks as one of my favorites. On the back it says, "Everyone's a Champion". It's true so it's nice to read...especially after 26.2 miles.







What's Not:


*Hotel prices. It was very difficult to find a reasonably priced hotel nearby (even taking into consideration that reasonably priced is going to be much higher than normal due to it being a race weekend).

*The expo was too crowded. I'm not sure how because it was in one of the largest areas I've seen an expo in. It was very difficult to maneuver between people and there was no flow to it. I also didn't see a help booth to ask general questions. Maybe it was there, but I couldn't find it.

*Merchandise at the expo. I waited over six months to purchase a Grandma's Marathon jacket. I sat money aside just for this. By the time I arrived at the expo, ALL jackets were sold out. There were nine hours left of the expo and they were out! Few items had size small left. Incredibly disappointed about this one.

*Finishers t-shirts. Medals are for finishers, not t-shirts. Even if someone starts the race and is forced to drop out, that person at least deserves a t-shirt.

*Lack of medics. It's hard to complain about this one because there's not a lot of room on the side of the room and it's incredibly peaceful which is awesome. But, because of that, medics either weren't around or weren't noticeable. I only remember passing one place where I saw them even though I saw more signs that said they were nearby.

*Finish line food and thermal blankets. You could see a lot of people had these items, but somehow we were not led in a straight line to these items. On such a cool day, the thermal blankets were necessary for everyone to prevent hypothermia. And food? I've never not had my bananas and chips after a race!



Final Verdict:


Would I do this race again? No...but that's only because I'm never running a full again! If I were to run a full again, this would definitely be on the list.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Just What I Needed

Yesterday was the inaugural Carmel Marathon. After serving as the Packet Pickup Committee Chair, I wanted nothing more than to watch the race take place. I wanted to watch it just because it was fun, just to see the participants I had checked in complete the race. However, it became so much more. It became everything I needed to prep me for my race next weekend.

As I stood at the finish line, I noticed all types of runners; I noticed all types of emotions. Some runners crossed with no emotion. Some crossed with a look of pain and disappointment. Others exuded joy, pride, and happiness. One even did a cartwheel. All had done the work prior to race day, yet all had different results and reactions.

For some reason, running, rather racing, does nothing but make me cry. I watched one older, overweight lady finish the half-marathon in 5 1/2 hours. She did it! I think about my goals. I want to reach them and I work hard, but do they matter when I compare it to someone who took 5 1/2 hours to finish a half? That's dedication. There is no way that could have been easy, but she did it. I don't know her, but it makes me proud. I watched a woman who showed up to the Carmel Marathon training program week in and week out finish in just under six hours. Though not the fastest person, she showed up every week with a smile on her face and finished her miles. It paid off. She did it!

Though I had not intended to stay for the entire marathon, I ended up staying until only a couple of people were left on the course. As I walked to my car, I noticed an elderly Indian man who turned down the wrong street. I chased after him and redirected him. It was hot and humid and near 2:00 p.m. by this time. It couldn't be fun at this point. But, the man explained, in a jovial demeanor, that he was the oldest male participant. Even after a wrong turn, he was so happy. Truly happy. I really wanted to walk the rest of the way back with him just to see his emotions when he crossed the finish line. Though I didn't, I heard he was beyond happy and proud. It was even his favorite course! To me, that is beyond amazing and it trivializes my goals and expectations. It makes me realize that it's just a race for me. I don't want to run another marathon, but I could if I wanted to. I'm healthy and it's not out of reach so I'm lucky that I have that choice.

Experiencing the Carmel Marathon as a spectator was just what I needed to prepare myself for Grandma's Marathon emotionally. I am ready. Ready to finish, ready to PR, and ready to celebrate no matter what the outcome. I am ready.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Mixed Feelings and the Taper

Less than two weeks to go. Over 20 weeks of training down. I should be confident and I am, but then 10 minutes later, I'm not. I recently read an article about the last two weeks of marathon training. It explained me to a T. It discussed how a runner questions everything. That's me. I wonder if I worked hard enough. I wonder if I trained too much when injured. I wonder if my nutrition was good enough. I wonder if I cross-trained enough or maybe too much. I wonder if skipping that whole week of running during spring break ruined everything.

Then, I think about the future. I wonder if I'll fall in a hole and twist my ankle. I wonder if my plane will be late. I wonder if I can even do it. Twenty-six miles is a long way to run and twenty miles seems like a lifetime ago. The taper is SCARY. I wonder why running only 12 miles on Saturday hurt. I wonder how I can possibly run 26 if 12 hurt?!

Then, a spark of confidence arrives and I know I will be great. I know that I have trained. I know I am ready.  I know my goal is within reach. Twenty weeks of training is a lot of sacrifice for one day. One day! Four hours and thirty minutes (hopefully). Every thought I have is about race day (though I'm doing a great job of distracting myself with thoughts of my two recovery vacations).

What's left to do now? Exactly what I tell others-BELIEVE IN THE TAPER.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Bruised!

After my 20 miler, I felt confident. Finally! However, both my feet were sore. Makes sense after 20 miles so I didn't think much about it all week. Two days ago, I ran a short 14 miles. (You have to love when 14 miles is a short run!) It seemed really easy. My lungs felt good, my legs felt good. However, my feet started to hurt in the same spot as the previous week. One foot hurt worse than the other.  I didn't think much about it, though, until I finished my run.

I touched my foot. Pain! I took my shoe off. Bruise! It wasn't a big bruise, but it is definitely still there two days after the run and it is also a bit swollen. This leads me to a dilemma. This week I am supposed to run 22 miles. Do I do it? I want to. I want to see how well I can do. I want to feel well trained. However, I truly wonder if my foot can take a 22 and a 26 mile run in the next 3 weeks. I have no doubt that I can pull out one long run. I know it will be painful, but that I will be able to get through it. I'm not sure I can do two long runs, though. I have no idea what is actually wrong with my foot. Even with my internet medical degree, I can't find a diagnosis!

I want to make the right choice, but I'm not sure which choice is correct. I'm not sure if I should run a shorter run this week or go for the full 22. I want to do what will give me the best outcome on race day. I fear that I won't know what the right choice is until it is too late, until I've run too far. Right now, I could really use a psychic to predict the future for me!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

One Month Out!

It hit me today that I'm really running a race one month from today. So many weeks of training makes the actual race day almost feel fictional. Running 20 miles yesterday reminded me that it's getting close, but looking at the calendar today really gave me the "Oh, wow!" feeling.

Training hasn't been perfect. Burn out. Illness. Pain. Vacation. All have played a role in the training; there's no doubt. Training could have been a lot worse, though. Now, in the last month, I'm hoping that everything I have put into this since January pays off. Four hours thirty nine minutes is the time to beat. The McMillan calculator says I can make it to 4:33. I really want 4:30. I know that if I can get to 4:33 that I can push out 4:30, but can I make 4:33? The last time I used the McMillan calculator I was 22 minutes slower than what it said. This time, I have a much better base so I'm hoping that makes a difference.

Why does the time matter? I'm not trying to reach something unattainable. It's realistic. Training is painful! I don't want to keep going through the pain year after year. Four marathons is enough for me! However, I want to go out reaching my goal. I don't want to have to give up Friday night because I have to run on Saturday a.m. I don't want to give up Saturday night because I'm too exhausted to do anything. And, I don't want to give up Sunday afternoon anymore because I am too sore to move. It's a lot of commitment for a mediocre runner. I've enjoyed every bit of it, but I want a well-rounded life. Half-marathons, vacations, AND fun with friends.

This is my last marathon. However, I fear that if I don't reach my goal, I'll put myself through it all again even though I enjoy the half-marathons so much more. Why does it matter? I know exactly what I want. However, I don't know that I'll follow my heart if I don't get my goal. So, 4:30 Clif Bar Pace Team, please pull me through in Duluth!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

18 Long Miles

After careful analysis, I am beginning to doubt my sanity. Do you know anyone else that has a hobby she doesn't enjoy? Didn't think so.

The previous two weekends (and two half marathons) were amazing. I felt on top of the world. Then came yesterday and 18 miles. I DREADED every step of the run. Let me repeat. Every step, not just the last few miles were miserable! I really and truly didn't want to be out there-and the long run is my favorite run.

Yesterday's run proves to me that choosing Grandma's Marathon to be my last marathon is a smart move. I'm a halfer. I didn't want to be; I wanted to be a full marathoner, but I just don't enjoy it. (Okay, so I had this same conversation with my friend, Amber, last night. One marathon does make you a marathoner; you don't have to keep doing them, but, you know what I mean.)

Part of my problem is mental. I guess that makes sense since I am questioning my sanity to begin with! Even though I have completed three full marathons, my mind doesn't really believe my body can do it. All three of those marathons were in 2009. The first one went well. The second and third were three weeks apart from each other (Hello, Rock N' Roll extra medal!) and completed while I was injured so those races weren't run anywhere near the way the first marathon was run.

 Having completed 13 half marathons, they are almost second nature to me. The hilly IU marathon I ran over spring break without any running the previous week proves to me that no matter what shape I'm in I can always pull out a half-marathon. A marathon, though? My mind just doesn't believe I can run more than 15 miles. "Of course, you can run 13," my head says. "And 15, that means you'll be even more prepared for a half." But 18 or 20? My head just doesn't believe. I become so mental about my ability to run that far that the entire run is horrible. Realistically, if I just ran 13 miles the last two weekends, it seems that I would be able to get at least that far with ease and then struggle, but no, no, not my body. My body lets the mind rule which means every single step is awful!

After my 18 miler was over yesterday, I took the opportunity to reason with my mind. I let it know that I really only have 3 long runs left; 20, 22, and the marathon with two medium runs sprinkled in between. Hopefully, I will get a break from my mental running the next 5 weeks. Fingers crossed!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Race Review: 500 Festival Mini-Marathon: What's Hot and What's Not

The 500 Festival Mini-Marathon is the largest half marathon in the country. It is held the first weekend in May every year.

What's Hot:


*The expo is amazing. Lots of vendors with lots to buy! It definitely gets you in the mood to run.

*The corral system is one of the best I've seen. Volunteers check your bib to assure that runners are in the right corral. There are still corral jumpers, but not as many as other races.

*Running around the Indy 500 track. Neat experience and historical. This year was especially historical with it being the 100th running of the Indy 500.

*Marsh Supermarket gives away plastic bags at the beginning of the recovery food. This way you don't have to hold your gatorade, your banana, your cookies, etc. all in your hands.

*The mile marker signs are easy to see and all give the running time of the race. There is a timer at the start line so you can easily see how many minutes have passed since the clock started running. Great for those not in corral A.

*The family reunion area has a lot of tents. Local running groups and stores have tents that welcome all the runners. Many supply food and drinks.  Bands play in the beer garden. This is also good for the family members waiting on runners.


What's Not:


*The race is entirely too crowded. Being stepped on and pushed is par for the course well into the race. The track is the midway point and I was still being stepped on at that point. Very few runners in the race are even considerate enough to apologize. BIG NEGATIVE.

*The finish line did not have a medical tent nearby. You had to get through medals, recovery food, and pictures before the medical tent was available. It was a large area, but it was far into the family reunion area and not easy to locate. At the finish, no medics were around directing runners to the medic tent if they needed it.

*Traffic getting to the race is tough. It's at a stand still from all directions of town. If you get a meter, you only have four hours which doesn't really let you enjoy the experience of the race when you have to rush to the car after the race. If you can wait through the traffic to get a parking garage, it's not as bad.

*Beach balls being thrown into the corrals just before the start. The minutes prior to the race are for mental preparation, not for play, in my opinion.

Final Verdict:


Would I run this race again? No. Should you? Yes. Everyone should run this race at least once. The hoopla and the track are worth it once. Past once or twice, the crowd is too much to go through year after year.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Road Back to Love


I need racing in my life. Go ahead, dangle the carrot. Medals. Expos. Trendy running apparel. Dangle three carrots, I guess. If only I could race without training. There's my #1 bestseller idea.

Since running the Derby miniMarathon last Saturday, I have been on the road back to loving running. Hearing Nappy Roots on my iPod at mile 4 while running in Louisville, KY, hustling through the U of L campus where I attended college, and bustling through one of my favorite places, Churchill Downs, all helped to remind me of that love. However, the hype has continued into this week and this race.

Today, I went to the expo for my last 500 Festival Mini-Marathon. Once inside, I felt at home walking up and down the aisles looking at all the overpriced merchandise. Ahhh, good times! The expo is what reminds me it's go time. It's not the confirmation card nor the training; it's the expo. Coupons I'll never use and visions of future medals hanging up tempt me as I hit each and every booth. Yes, I'm one of those people. It's part of the routine. Each time I show up at an expo, I know I'm ready.

Two weeks. Two races. Soon, two medals. Marathon season has begun and I am in love again.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Race Review: Derby Festival miniMarthon: What's Hot and What's Not

The Derby Festival miniMarathon is held in Louisville, KY the weekend before the Kentucky Derby. Here's a breakdown of the race.


What's Hot:


*The Derby Festivial miniMarathon in Louisville, KY had one of the best courses I've ever seen. It was very flat. The only "hills" were entering and exiting Churchill Downs, under one overpass just past the University of Louisville, and under two overpasses on the way back from Churchill Downs, also near the University.

*The course was well shaded. Open streets were early in the race. With a 7:30 start, those open roads were not a concern. The weather was great today, but had it not been, the shade would have helped tremendously.

*Oranges were handed out somewhere between miles seven and ten. This is only the second race I've ever seen do this. Oranges are better than any energy drink or gel. Big kuddos on this one.

*There was more than enough food at the finish line. The workers were great. If someone requested a second banana or bag of chips, they happily obliged.

*BlueMile running store had a lounge at the expo (though it's not hot that it wasn't with the rest of the expo) with music, food, and discount coupons for their store. This was the best part of the expo by far.

*Running through Churchill Downs. Historic. Enough said.

What's Not:


*The water stops are my biggest gripe. Almost all of the water stops were bottled water. (For some reason, one or two stops were in plastic cups.) Runners had to open up their own bottles! This is too much effort during a race. It also caused lots of jamming at the water stops because it wasn't as easy to hand out as a cup. To top it off, people were throwing bottles over other runners to dispose of them. It would have been very easy to be hit by a flying bottle. The worst part about the water bottles was the caps. Caps were all over the course and hard to avoid. I have a feeling a few sprained ankles were caused by those caps today.

*Powerade wasn't handed out until mile seven.  For runners that depend on the energy drinks more than water, keep this in mind if you want to sign up for this race.

*It took too long to get to the water at the finish line. Honestly, that's the first thing I want when I finish running.

*For such a big race, the expo was too small and there was nothing there to pump runners up. At a big race, there is usually an atmosphere that gets runners excited about the next day. Not here.

*There wasn't a mile marker at every mile. The mile markers were very low to the ground and hard to see, too. Only about four places on the course had the running time rather than being located at each mile marker. Make sure you have your own Garmin if you want to know where you are at in the race.



What to Watch For:

*At the first overpass, there are a lot of filled potholes. Make sure to take your sunglasses off here because the ground is very uneven.

*Mile 8, at Churchill Downs, has a slight slant in the road. I had ankle pain (that made me wonder if I could finish) for most of that mile. My friend had the same problem here.

*Around 4th and Cardinal, coming past the University of Louisville the second time, has square bricks in the road for a very short while. Some of the bricks are loose. Watch yourself as you go over these.


Final Verdict:


Would I run this race again? Absolutely! I hope they fix the water/energy drink situation, but this race is a new favorite. I think it would be a great place to set a PR. I'm even considering making this my annual semi-local race. Hope to see you there next time!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Derby Time

Tomorrow afternoon I will leave for Louisville. All races are special in their own way, but I believe this weekend's race holds the most sacred place in my heart. For twelve years, I lived in Louisville, KY. I love Louisville and everything about it. My dog is even named Derby after the Kentucky Derby. I refer to him as my little piece of home. Visiting Louisville is always special.

This visit is not just any visit, however. This is for a race. Louisville is the place where running all began for me. During my last year in the 'Ville, a co-worker and I talked about running our first 5K. It seemed like such a difficult task. I couldn't run a 1/2 mile at that point! I laugh when I look back about how little I knew about running. I remember a third co-worker giving us both advice on how to start running: run for time, not miles. That was the first piece of running advice I ever received. It's amazing when I think how knowledgeable I am now!

Finally, my friend, Schlonda,  and I decided to actually sign up for a race in May. It was the Run for the "L" of It race and we decided we were actually going to train. Oh, how little I knew! I remember trying to run two miles one HOT weekend day. I stopped early on into the run. I was so faint and out of shape. I wondered what I had gotten myself into....there was no way I could run a whole THREE miles! Little did I know that it's not the best idea to run in the dead of the heat. At that point, all I really wanted, more than anything in the world, was for Schlonda to decide that she didn't want to run this silly race!

Race day eventually came. I was thrilled that I wasn't there alone. I didn't even know how to pick up my bib-or, how to put it on, for that matter! I giggled with nerves as we waited for the start. I remember not knowing where to start or how to know which way the race was going. Looking back, I laugh over and over about all the things I didn't know about running!

Finally, we started. Let's remember that I hadn't ever made it three miles outside. One time about a month or two prior, I made it three miles once on the treadmill using the Couch Potato to 5K program. (For the record, I wasn't a couch potato. I went to the gym three to four times a week-just not to run.) Having someone to run with was the best thing ever. I wanted to stop so badly and so did my friend, but neither of us wanted to be the one to make the other person stop! We finally did stop once, but not for long. A nice downhill came soon after we started to walk and that was our key to get back running. I even sprinted at the end, just like I still do. I guess some things never change. Finishing strong is definitely my strength!

The two of us looked at our time after we finished. 31:08. Half training...stopping once to walk. At that point, we both realized that if we tried, we might just be good at this running thing. We both left that day thinking that we would continue our running endeavors.

I moved and started a new job so I didn't run a step for over six months. My friend might have run some after that, but not much. However, this is her year. She, also, is running the Derby 1/2 Marathon. As I'm winding down my running "career", it's coming to end where it started and with the same people. So, when I say the Derby 1/2 Marathon has a special place in my heart, I really mean it.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Blame It On the Spray Tan...or the Rain

Yesterday was my normal Tuesday group run. I had every intention of showing up for the run. After work, however, I decided to go for my very first spray tan prior to the run. Turns out that you can't sweat for six hours after a spray tan! Run ruined. (But, wow, my spray tan looks great and I just may have a new addiction!)
I didn't feel too bad about myself because I hadn't slept well the night before and I had a ton of errands to finish. I ran my errands and fell asleep by 8:30. The 8:30 part wasn't actually planned, but it was well-needed. And, most of all, I knew I could make up the run on Wednesday.

Wednesday. That's today. I tried to run today. Gloomy skies lurked so I knew I had to get my run in quickly. As soon as I got home from work, I threw on my running gear and headed out. I raced the storm to get my five miles in. The storm won. Just before two miles, it began to sprinkle. No big deal. The sprinkle then turned into an out and out downpour. Still having a cough from the last time I ran in rain almost three weeks ago, I headed for home. The rain got even worse. By the time I got back to my neighborhood, there were puddles all across the road. Puddles that couldn't be avoided! Puddles so big that I'm hoping my shoes are dry tomorrow. In fact, the puddles were so big that I'm hoping my shoes are dry by Friday!

So, what does any good runner do when the week's mileage isn't completed? Rationalize. I do have a race this weekend. Therefore, I should be tapering. Never mind that this isn't actually the race I'm training for; tapering sounds good. I have a massage tomorrow. That's important. I always run better after a massage. In fact, all of my PR's have come after a good massage. Never mind that I haven't had a PR in over a year even though I still get massages. Friday will be my travel day to the Derby 1/2 Marathon. Never mind that I technically have a little time to run before getting in the car Friday afternoon. A slightly less than 3 mile run is perfect before a 1/2 marathon. Never mind that I'm actually running 18 Saturday.

 Bring it on Louisville. I'm ready for your 13.1 miles!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Serious Part II

Last weekend, I went 14 miles even though I wasn't feeling well. It took 3 hours and a million and one stops. Okay, maybe not quite that many stops, but there were definitely a lot of breaks. The following Tuesday I only ran 5 and still needed to stop a lot of times. Today, on the other hand, was a mental win. I went 14 again and didn't need to stop (except for my normal water and Gu stops). It got me to thinking.

I really think I am a half marathon runner. Being able to look at my watch and know for a fact what the slowest I will possibly run is good for me, mentally. It makes me feel like I can do it; It makes me feel like I can go faster even with my poor training. I also feel like once I get up to around 13 miles I can keep up my training and endurance. The problem is that I am always training for a full and then want a break afterwards!

After I finish my last marathon, I really think I want to focus on the half. I believe that I could actually get my time down if I would just focus on the shorter distance. My problem is that I hear others talking about marathons and it makes me want to sign up. However, once I'm in the training, I don't actually enjoy running the full marathon distance. What I need is 100 people to remind me NOT to sign up for another full until I reach my half marathon goals!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Serious Turns Sick

Last week, I determined that it was time to get serious. Instead, I got sick. A big thank you goes out to the torrential downpour that visited the end of my race last weekend. The first couple days of the week I went straight home after work, took Mucinex and cough syrup, and headed straight to bed. By the middle of the week, I forced two short runs out of me. Not good runs, but I pounded out a few miles no matter what.

By the time I went to bed Friday night, I knew I still wasn't feeling well, but I also knew that I desperately needed to get my miles in. I didn't care if they were slower; I just wanted them finished. What ensued Saturday morning was not pretty, but the miles were accomplished.

At 195 feet, I wanted to stop! That's right. 195 feet. Turns out the Garmin goes in feet prior to it making it to tenths of miles. That's something new I learned today. I don't normally look at my watch that quickly! By mile 2, I was sick to my stomach. Really sick. I had to walk most of that mile and then took a small time-out at mile 3.

Things got slightly better during miles 3-7. I was still struggling to put one foot in front of another. I stopped often to walk. However, I no longer felt sick. Still, I chose not to take any of my Gu's so I wouldn't risk upsetting my stomach further.

 It was also during these miles that the sky turned darker. I knew it was supposed to rain, but I was hoping I could get at least most of my run in prior to the rainstorm. By mile seven, I wasn't sure that was going to happen. However, 7-14 were dreary, but no rain! Tough miles, though. Lots of stopping. Considering how I felt, I didn't mind the stopping. I was happy I finished the miles.

Today was the slowest, hardest, worst run I have ever completed in my four years of running. Completing it, though, feeling as bad I did, meant that I still have that dedication in me.  To celebrate that dedication, I will spend the rest of the day relaxing on the couch!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Time to Get Serious

Race day is nine weeks away. I haven't been running much lately. That is, except for race days. Sprained ankle, vacation, post-vacation attitude all made me not want to run the last few weeks, but yesterday was the point where I realized I have to start getting the miles in.

Yesterday, one week after my half-marathon with little training, I made a repeat training week. Wednesday I ran one mile. Yes, that's right, one mile. Thursday, I ran a good six mile tempo run. Then, I ran a 15K race yesterday. That little training and it wasn't even my worst time. Not being terribly far off my PRs with little training has done nothing but encourage me to continue this half training trend! However, Saturday was the moment I realized that I must get back on track.

In three weeks, I have a half marathon. In four weeks, I have another half marathon. Both of those will be great training runs to get me going. Then, in eight weeks, I have another half marathon where I actually expect to perform well. And, of course, there's that little 26.2 mile deal in Minnesota nine weeks from now. It's time to get serious.

This week I will get my runs finished. Luckily, I found a new running trail near my house. That will help me out a lot. There aren't a lot of great places to run near me unless I travel about 40 minutes which isn't always a possibility during the week. This new trail I found, however, is only  a few minutes from home. Exploring a new area will be really helpful in my "Time to get serious" about running campaign!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Changing Feelings



My alarm buzzed at 5:30 a.m. reminding me that this was not the way I should be spending one of my last days of spring break. My first thought was, "I don't want to do this. I'm not excited about this. And, I want to go back to bed." Only two things made me get moving. One, my friend, Erika, and I were riding down together. Two, even if I didn't run the IU Mini-Marathon, I'd eventually have to get up and go get the same amount of miles in a few hours later. (No medal for that.)

The entire ride down, I could do nothing but dread the race. Luckily, we didn't talk about the race much so I could avoid the inevitable for a bit longer. Then, we arrived. After picking up our packets, we sat in the car and watched the 5K runners. Some looked so excited, others nervous, but all ready to go. How my feelings have changed over the years. I felt no nerves, no excitement, and still didn't want to run. I was fairly positive that the hills in front of me were going to make the next few hours of my life some of the worst I had ever experienced.  I thought long and hard about just walking the entire 13.1 miles.

Then, the race started. I decided I didn't care and that I would just go for a few miles before stopping to walk. But, then, what was that? A smile. I enjoyed myself during the run. The views were beautiful. Running through a campus that had so many memories for me was amazing. Passing the outdoor pool where I dove in high school almost made me cry. Running down Greek row where I visited my best friend during college reminded me of fun times. Passing Assembly Hall and the football field reminded me of the team I grew up loving as a child. Even though I didn't attend IU, it posed a lot of great memories for me.

After barely running the last two weeks, I would almost say the first six miles were easy. Well, easy minus the uphills. Then, mile seven came. I actually experienced a runner's high during the early parts of mile seven! How could that be after my lack of running? Up until nine, my body was okay with logging the miles. Don't get my wrong. I did say out loud, "Are you kidding me?" every time I saw a hill. I even struggled through those, but overall, the race wasn't bad.

Somewhere between eight and nine, I saw what race directors called a hill. I, on the other hand, am certain it was a small mountain. I even stopped and laughed at it before going up the peak. I wasn't the only one stopping at Mount Mile 9. I wondered what Heartbreak Hill is compared to this monster! It couldn't possibly be worse. Once I conquered that, I continued through until mile 12 before I was completely exhausted-and HUNGRY. I've never been so hungry during a race! Eventually, I made it to the finish line.

After the race was over, I couldn't believe my time. Definitely not as good as normal, BUT there were hills and I had barely trained the last few weeks. Only about 10 minutes slower than my average race time. Without hills, it probably would have been right on my average. That made me realize that running more days a week and more miles doesn't even help me!

After every emotion I've experienced with running the last few weeks, my conclusion is the same. I don't think I actually like training. However, I really like races...and medals. All races are special for different reasons, but this race proved to be one of the better memories for me. Not only was it a beautiful view, but also it gave me strength and reminded me that I can run 13.1 no matter what.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Inspiration Gone!

Spraining my ankle was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. It was just bad timing. Spring break soon after didn't help, either. I have a half marathon this weekend and no desire to run it. I didn't even make it three miles today, nothing yesterday, and a slow six on Tuesday. That's all I've done since the day I left for spring break. I don't even think I'm out of shape. Instead, I think I just don't want to do it! However, I have three half marathons and one full marathon coming up in the next 10 weeks or so. Where did my inspiration go?

While running (if that's what you want to call it) this week, all I could think about is how I would rather be at a class at the gym: Cardio Kickbox, Body Works, Spinning. However, this brings a lot of turmoil to my heart. In reality, it really shouldn't matter what type of cardio fitness I choose as long as I'm working out.

 I've known for a long time that I'm really burned out from running, yet I can't move on.  Runner. That's my identity. It's who I am. No, it's what I am. Before I began running, all I wanted to do was run a 5K. Now, however, that's seems like an inferior task, though I think I would enjoy it a lot more. Not to mention, I would be in a lot less pain. Don't get me wrong. I know I'll run another half again in my life, but I'm really missing choice in my exercise. While training for a marathon, I must do what the schedule says to make it. Call me a rebel, but I'd rather wake up and decide if I'm in the mood to run, spin, or swim. Instead, I feel stuck.

When I signed up for my last marathon, I wanted to lower my time. At this point, I don't even care! I could walk, get my medal and be just fine!! However, I know when race day arrives I won't feel the same way. I'm not sure how to get my inspiration back up during training, but I better figure it out soon.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

From Running to Volunteering

Running has brought me a lot in my life: fitness, friends, and fun. Another thing it has brought me is a love of volunteering in the running community. Being a part of something that has brought me so much joy and happiness is a really special feeling.

When I first began running, I remember how nervous I was at packet pick-up and how I really didn't know what to do. Then, there were the nerves about finding the shuttle and starting lines. During my first marathon, no one meant more to me than the water stop worker at mile 20, who seeing the pain on my face, told me to keep going because I had already come so far. Being told congratulations at the finish line when no one has ever cheered me on at a race is also very meaningful.

Because of all that, I jumped at the opportunity to take on a bigger leadership role at the inaugural Carmel Marathon. Rather than just working a four hour shift, I am in charge of all the packet pick-up volunteers. It has been so exciting watching the creators of the event pull everything together. I am honored to have just a tiny roll in the event.

Going to the expo is one of my favorite parts about racing. Working it is even better because I'll get to experience those emotions over and over again with the participants.  Even though I am currently training for my last marathon, I know that running will always be a part of my life in some way.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Hills to Hotels

On Sunday, I went back out to the hill that I sprained my ankle on. You have never seen someone so nervous. Seriously! This time I was able to finish four miles without falling down. Sorta. That depends on your definition of "finish". I did take a slightly different route and found many, many more hills. It was exactly what I wanted for my Sunday runs! As much as I know I don't like hills, this time I was CHOOSING hill work so I knew I could complete exactly what the schedule said. Wrong. Hills are even harder than I remember, especially nonstop rolling hills. Up, down, up, down. There was no stopping it! About two miles in, I quit running and walked the rest of the way back. I tried to start one other time, but in my defense, my legs were extremely sore from the previous day's 10 mile run. It just wasn't happening.

Today, I leave on vacation for a few days. No more hills, but that means hotels which also means treadmills and dedication. I'm not sure if treadmills or hills are worse! Rearranging my schedule to have fun, but also get in the miles wasn't easy. On paper, it was a breeze, but my long-run was supposed to be yesterday and my legs weren't recovered yet so my schedule didn't go quite as  planned. It will all work out, though. And, when I get back, guess what will be awaiting me? Hills. Lots of them!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Twitter Ruined My Dream!

That's right. You heard it here first. Twitter ruined my dream, my running dream that is. After the ankle sprain, I took about a week off running. I ran three miles last weekend and then prepared for the training program run on Tuesday. The program had seven miles scheduled. Even though I thought it was probably too many miles, I figured I would try it anyways since I had people to run with me. However, I wasn't thrilled about it. It was raining and I was looking for an excuse to go home and run fewer miles at a slower pace on any surface other than crushed limestone that wasn't stable in all areas.

Then, it happened. My spirits were up and I was ready to run! After checking my email, I saw that Bart Yasso had requested to follow me on Twitter. That's right. THE Bart Yasso wanted to follow me! I was elated! No more worries about the surface I was about to run on because I knew I could conquer anything. Seems silly I know but that follow request kept my spirits up and got me through that run even when my ankle was throbbing at 5 miles.

After the run, I couldn't wait to get home and accept the request. I had tried to accept it on my phone, but it didn't work. Once home, I quickly ran up my steps to my computer, logged on to Twitter, and then it happened. The request had disappeared. I knew I shouldn't have attempted to open the link on the email! I had lost requests in the past by opening them on my phone. I knew better, but I couldn't wait! My dream was over.

I know, I know. A running guru following me on Twitter SHOULDN'T make or break my running dream, but it did! It ranks right up there with Louisville losing in the first round of the NCAA tournament. (I refuse to call the play-in games the first round. Tradition rules.) And, if you know me, that's serious disappointment. 

It's been four days. I was able to run 10 miles today so I guess I'm going to be okay, but.....let's just say I'm still bummed!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Run Because You Can


"Run because you can." I had a mini-marathon training instructor that once said that. At the time, it seemed good in theory, but maybe a bit dramatic. However, after last Sunday, I truly understand it.

Last Sunday was my first official day of hills. I went to Eagle Creek Park for my run. It's not close to my house, but I have been determined to get faster so I chose a training program this year that required hills. Driving through the park, it was such a beautiful view-a much needed change from my normal flat, straight runs. Deer grazed everywhere not afraid of cars or runners. It was simply amazing!

Then, it happened. A little under three miles into the run, I suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up. My ankle rolled one way and then the next. I had sprained my ankle. My knee and hands were scraped up and my finger wouldn't bend! Just when I thought running was starting to come back to me. I had run a 10K the weekend before in a fairly good time, I was getting up in mileage, and everything just seemed to be coming together. Then, CRASH. That all changed.

The next day my ankle popped twice throughout the day. The first time I stopped limping and the second time it stopped hurting. Who cares if it was still swollen?! I certainly knew how to overlook that. I was given a heavy warning that I should take a week off, but I was determined that one day off would be just fine. Then, I went to the chiropractor and she said I had to rest a few more days. Good thing I like her because otherwise I wouldn't have listened!

Throughout the week, waiting to run was the worst. I looked back at my facebook page where I had complained the previous week about having to run in the rain. What I would do to run in the rain now! Feeling like I was losing all my fitness, I unhappily followed instructions and stayed off my foot until today.

Today's run was different than most. I was so appreciative to be running!  Sure, there was pain half way in, but I was running! Wearing ankle braces, I had to stop three times to adjust the braces, but it didn't bother me because I was out there on the road.

The relationship I have with running is an amazing and interesting one. Many days I don't want to get out there and put the miles in, but the minute it is gone, I miss it more than anything. Just maybe my ankle was trying to remind me to run because I can run and not because I have to run.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Who is That Fool Running After the Race is Over?

"Hey! The race is already over!" I heard after finishing my 10K race today. Yes, that's me, the idiot who is still running long after the race has finished. On one hand, there is nothing worse than running after a race and on the other hand, there's nothing better. I'll explain.

Training for multiple races at once means I have both short term and long term goals. Races are going to overlap. The Mini-Marathon offers three prep races: a 5K, 10K, and 15K leading up the the 500 Festival Mini-Marathon. These races are extremely helpful in getting my speed up, but my mileage for the full marathon is much higher than the race distances. Besides the official prep races, I've signed up for a couple other "shorter" races along the road to Duluth to keep me racing. And, of course, I have three half marathons. (I only had two, but I was already running 13 the week of the recently added race. I figured if I was already going 13, then I should get a medal for it. Oh, and the $40 entry fee suckered me. I couldn't pass up a deal like that!)

Today was the first race where I had to go extra mileage after I crossed the finish line. Race mileage was 6.2, but I needed to get in 9 today. That meant I had to run 2.8 after the race was over. Running further doesn't seem like it should be difficult when I think about it. After all, I would be doing that same 9 miles if I hadn't had a race this morning. However, after running hard at race pace, no matter how long or short the race, any mileage afterward seems taxing. But, there I was running extra. With sore, exhausted legs, running extra was the last thing I wanted to do.

Then, I heard the screams from the runners leaving the race. Thinking they were funny, they told me the race was over. It never fails that someone has something to say every time I've ever had to run over. Then, as much as I didn't want to run, I was suddenly inspired. I have no idea why someone noticing me makes me feel good, but it does. I was struggling through those last few miles, but suddenly, I felt on top of the world. "That's right, look at me go! I'm a real runner!" went through my mind. Running long is never easy, but maybe the audience helps!

How many more times will I put myself through the controversy of whether or not I like or dislike running after a race? Five more times before June! I have another 10K next weekend and will do 9 miles total again. At least I know how that one feels. Then in April, I will run a 15K where I will need to go almost 6 miles after. Ouch! Not looking forward to that one. From there, I have a 10 miler mid-April where I will need to add 4 miles to the end. That seems like a breeze! After that comes the two really fun post-race runs. After the Derby half on April 30, I will have to get in a total of 18 miles. I will conclude my fun of not knowing where the finish line is in May with the local mini where I will have to run a total 20 miles which means 7 after the race! (Excuse me, 6.9 miles...and don't think I'll run a step over that!)

So, I repeat my question. Who is that fool running after the race is over?

Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Direction We Run

They say that everyone is either running to something or away from something. Though there have been times when I thought I was running in circles, I would definitely agree with that. The one thing I would add, however, is that the direction can, and often does, change.

Four years ago when I began running, I was definitely running towards something. I had a goal. I wanted to finish one half-marathon. That's it. Sure, I had said (out loud, even) that I wanted to run a full marathon, but even I didn't believe me when I said it. At that time, it just sounded good when others said it so I tried the line out a few times, myself. I honestly wasn't sure if I could run 13.1 miles, but I stayed focused and ran towards that goal.

After finishing my half, I was hooked and almost immediately decided to sign up for the prestigious Chicago Marathon. Just like the typical lead character in a chick flick, when the guy I was dating took a wrong turn in life, I thought I could fix it all...and consequently, I forgot about my plans. I quit running. I wasn't running towards or away from something; I was standing still.

Spolier alert. It didn't work out with that guy. Once on my own, I was mad I gave up my dream. I decided to sign up for another marathon. This time, I started a new trend and theory I've kept up to this day. If I was going to run 26.2 LONG miles, I was also going to get a vacation out of it. (Side note: Just because you are out of town doesn't make the pain of running 26.2 go away!) I had no one to go with me, but I signed up for the Rock n' Roll San Diego Marathon and booked a flight. Though it looked like I might be running towards something, I was definitely running from the pain of the recent past.

Not long into the training, I ended up making a friend, Jackie, who was also running the San Diego Marathon. She and I conversed a lot about our training and races. Jackie was going to run seven Rock n' Roll races that year. She talked to me about "Bling". At the time, I had no idea what she was talking about. Once I learned about the Rock n' Roll race bling,  I did something completely irresponsible (at least that's what my dad would say) and spur of the moment. I took my tax return check, signed up for six more races and booked flights to each of the race locations. Now, I had something to look forward to all year! Somewhere during that year, I switched gears and was no longer running from something, but running towards something. I ran that year for the coveted top Bling medal: Rock Legend.


 The year 2010 was more a year of running in circles. Injuries prevailed and I didn't know what I running towards or away from. I'm still not sure I know the answer to that one. This year, I am hopeful that I can stay focused on running towards my goal. I want to run better than I did in San Diego. As much as I want to stay focused on that goal, stressful events have been creeping into my life and I definitely think I've had some days of training this year that can be marketed as running away.

Running towards something or away from something? My conclusion is it doesn't matter as long as you are putting one foot in front of the other.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Rise and Shine

My body seems to have awoken. On Saturday, at the Polar Bear 5 Mile Race, I felt great when I left. I felt like I had an ounce of hope because I ran at my formally normal pace. Even though I was proud of myself, I knew that my run had a lot to do with a friend pacing me. I wasn't sure if I could continue that on my own.

At tonight's group run, I learned that I could keep the pace going on my own. My friend Drew and I always start at the back of our pace group. Our goal is for the next pace group to not pass us. That's it. However, about 2 miles into the run, we realized we were right in the middle of the pack. Drew even commented how he could tell my pace had improved since the previous week. It's amazing what one week can do. Sometimes everything just falls into place. I would like to thank my body for waking up!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Medals, Highs, and Friendships

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I don't actually like running. I like three things that result from running: medals, runner's highs, and new friendships. I'd say I like the health benefits, too, but since I started running, I've gained weight and have spent plenty of money on sports medicine doctors, physical therapy, x-rays, and chiropractors. Yep, definitely scratching that from the list of things I like.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my finisher's medals. One friend even nicknamed me "Medal Goddess". My finisher's medals are displayed proudly in my house. I show them to anyone who will let me. I never tire explaining which race I ran to get this medal or that medal or why a certain medal is my favorite. My racing medals are the most important items I own. I know that sounds silly knowing that they probably only cost a few dollars and everyone who finishes gets one, but they truly mean the world to me. They prove to me every time I look at them that I accomplished something that I thought could never happen. (And, in the event that my house ever catches on fire, I plan on getting the dog and then the medals on the way out! That's how much these medals mean to me.)

Before I ever earned a medal, the mystifying runner's high is what hooked me. I only planned on doing one half-marathon in my life. After that, my plan was to go back to swimming, spinning, and classes at the gym. Then, it happened. The runner's high took a hold of me and wouldn't let go. Every run longer than seven miles gave me a runner's high that first year. I couldn't wait to get on the road! The second year in my running life, I decided to do a full marathon. Longer miles meant more runner's highs for me. Running was easy. What did I do with that great feeling? I decided to sign up for five more races that year. And, then I learned about the devilish runner's high the hard way. The more my body became used to running, the fewer times I experienced that magnificent high. Today, in my running life, that marvelous high is nothing more than a memory. Though elusive, I continue to chase after it determined to find it again.

The final reason I continue to run is the friendships that are formed on the road. Almost all of my close friends are runners. There is something unexplainable about the bonds that can be formed during training and racing. Simply put, running with someone just makes running more enjoyable. Though running may not always be easy, I couldn't imagine not seeing my running friends at weekly runs, training programs, and races.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Cheating on Running

The weather reached 62 degrees today. The smell of spring was in the air. It was a perfect day for a run. So, what did I do? I went to get a mani/pedi.

Sorry, boys, you are about to hear a little bit about the wonderful world of manicures and pedicures. I promise it circles back to running. My normal nail salon was closed forcing me to go somewhere else. Being a creature of habit, this did not make me very happy! A few blocks aways I found a new salon and settled into my relaxing spa services. While having a back massage and getting a pedicure, I thought about running.

First, I thought about off days. Not the ones that are scheduled into your training calendar, but the ones where you cheat on your training program. That's right, I said CHEAT on your running. Being that creature of habit and thinking of myself as a more knowledgeable runner, I have forgotten what I learned when I first started running. I have forgotten that I need to listen to my body. No, I'm not injured or hurting, but I'm exhausted. Having a very busy schedule, I rush from place to place nonstop. (To make my point, once I left home for work yesterday at 6:30 a.m., I didn't see my house again until 10:30 p.m.!) I check my email on my phone because that's when I can make the time. I eat a lot of meals in the car. You get the point; I'm a busy girl!

When do I take time for myself? Anymore the answer is never. Training is more than, well, training. It's about taking care of yourself which is something I lost sight of. It's hard to have good runs when you are worn down. It's also hard to have good runs when you don't have anything to look forward to. For me, today, it was a manicure and pedicure. All day, I thought about how relaxing it was going to be to have that overdue mani/pedi that I used to do every month. It could be anything on any given day. The point is to continue to run well, I now remember that I have to have more than running in my life.

 While at the salon, I also remembered that I am a four-day a week runner. No more. Hal Hidgon is the only program I've ever followed. I've looked at others, but the Hal Higdon Novice 1 program is the one that has always worked for me. This being my fourth year running and wanting to score a faster time, I decided, after much searching, to look for a new program. I chose Runner's World (which is a five day a week program). It's a great program, but I forgot something important. A program in a magazine is a great guideline, but individuals are involved and there needs to be differentiation. I know myself better than anyone. I know that I shouldn't run more than four days a week or my legs start to drag. I know that more cross-training is better for me than more running. However, I'm a rule follower and my new program said five days. I followed the rules. By doing this, I started to wear down early in my training. Lucky for me, however, I had an epiphany at the nail salon and can now fix this!

What's all this mean? Tomorrow, I will run. More importantly, I will be sporting pretty red nails while doing it. And, I am okay with cheating on my program to take a day for me.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Feeling Like a Failure

Two days ago I felt like everything was looking up. Today, I feel like a failure. I'm not really sure why I work so hard at something only to feel so discouraged so often. I know that I am not a good runner. In fact, I know I never will be. But, that's what draws me to running. You don't have to be good to feel like you won the biggest race of your life; you just have to show improvement for you. That's why running is the perfect sport for the elite athlete, the mediocre runner, and the down-right not so good jogger. It doesn't matter who you are; everyone can improve. Except me. Apparently.

Today was the annual 500 Festival training series 5K. My PR: 28:34. My time last year while injured: 28:45. My time today: 29:52. Not injured now, remember? If I want to feel even worse, I can reminisce about the first race I ever ran with no real "training". Even that 5K, with walking, was 31:08. Today barely skated in under that time. All I want is to get better.

 Looking back at my PR, I know to most people that isn't a good time, but to me, it means the world. I remember the feeling I had that day. I felt on top of the world. I felt like an athlete again. It was a feeling I hadn't had since my NCAA Division I diving days at the University of Louisville. Yes, an athlete is what I want to feel like again.

Talking to some of my running friends prior to the start, I said I would cry if I didn't get a PR; that I NEEDED a PR to feel like I'm on the right road. I was joking, of course. Seriously, just joking. Then, I crossed the finish line. I walked over to where my friends were at and sat down. Tears began to pour out of me. (Not before getting my cookie, though. Cookies before tears.) Embarrassing! Thirty-three years old and crying over a race. It sounds terrible, but terrible is exactly how I felt. I wanted to quit running. Forever.

I'm still not sure why I do this to myself, but by the time I left, I had a new game plan. A few things need to fall in place for this game plan to work, but I'm hoping everything works out.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Goodbye Doctor

While leaving the sports medicine doctor today,I felt a sense of relief and happiness. It has been a long time since I left the doctor feeling healed. It's an amazing feeling. It appears that everything is beginning to fall in place. Runs are getting easier. (Easier, not easy!) The chiropractor has me down to once a month and the sports med doc doesn't want to see me again unless I have a new problem. Such relief!

As I was getting in my car, I reflected on 2010: the year of injuries. Really 2010's injuries are the fault of 2009: the year of the marathon. Three full marathons and five half marathons. Of course, that was only my second year running, too. Probably not smart, but what a fun year it was!

Back to 2010. The year of injuries could also be called the year of tears. Your choice. I started off the year by taking six weeks off to let my body relax. I thought that was smart of me. It wasn't enough, though. Run after run, I quit in the middle. I couldn't keep up with my pace group. I would walk back to the start not completing the mileage. The pain was unbearable. My hips hurt, my foot hurt, and my piriformis syndrome was killing me. By mid March, I finally gave in and went to the doctor. Orthotics. I thought that would fix me. I had hope. I trained on.

 My foot began to feel better, but not good. I continued to show up to runs, but no improvement in my performance. That reminds me that I have another name for 2010: the year of zero PR's. I finished the mini-marathon in 2:08, six minutes slower than my PR. Considering how I had trained, that was nothing short of a miracle. However, it still didn't feel good because I didn't feel good. Pain was everywhere and I had another race in two weeks. Still, I thought I could get a PR. It was like I had a second chance.

Race day came. How I wanted a PR. I really wanted to show myself I was improving and that my hard work was paying off even with everything I had been through. Race day ended. 2:17. That was the worst time I had ever had. With some coaxing from fellow runners that day, I decided to try physical therapy. I ended up spending the summer in physical therapy. It helped, no doubt. It even made me feel good. But, I had an October race and I knew I would barely have time to prepare for it. So when I made it to race day, there was definitely no PR there. I was happy to be back, yet still discouraged because I didn't know if I would ever improve. In fact, I had a lot of my old pains right after finishing the race. I was sure they would go away if I took it easy. Not true, though.

December came and I was back in the sports medicine doctor's office again. This time, I got a cortisone shot and waited. I also decided to go to the chiropractor. Having already signed up for Grandma's Marathon, about this time is also when I decided that it would be my last marathon. I knew I couldn't keep going through this year after year. 2010 was the year of injuries and tears.

So, walking out of the sports med office today, I felt great. I am actually looking forward to 2011. No more doctor visits, no more bad runs day after day. 2011 is an exciting year.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Formerly Fabulous

Remember that post about how much I loved my mom's treadmill? Well, I broke it today. Really. I decided to stop by for a run since the Groundhog 7 was canceled today due to the snow. I was having a good, consistent run and then at mile 1.5, I heard BSHZZZ. It didn't stop, either. And, then my new BFF tripped me. How rude!

My dad came in and "fixed" the formerly fabulous machine. I made it another mile with only mild tripping. No more funny noises, though. However, towards the end of that run, I could barely maintain a pace without tripping which meant I had no option but to head outside. Lucky for me, I had my Yaktrax in the car. Unlucky for me, I had on a pair of compression shorts and a t-shirt. Lucky for me, I had an extra jacket in the car and gloves in my coat pocket. Unlucky for me, I didn't have my Garmin with me. I knew I had to get out there, though. I couldn't stop and drive home and truly believe that I would finish my seven miles. Out the door I went.


Let me first say that I am a big baby when it comes to cold weather. BIG BABY. Yet, there I was with compression shorts on in 30 degree weather running on snowy streets. I was SO certain that all of the people I passed shoveling their driveways would say something to me. You know, like, "Be Careful," or "Aren't You Cold?" I was ready to show off my amazing Yaktrax or pretend that I was a warrior who enjoyed running in shorts in the cold. That never happened, though. I guess I'm not as important as I think I am because the only thing that happened was I received a few weird looks!


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snowed In

One good thing about this snowstorm: I found my mom's treadmill and used my Yaktrax for the first time. I'm in love with both. I think the snow storm brought back my desire to run as well as the belief that I can get faster.

I've never, ever had a problem with my treadmill. In fact, I thought I liked it. But, then, I discovered my mom's treadmill. On my treadmill, I run 1:30 slower than outside. I always thought it was a treadmill thing. Nope. Just a my treadmill thing. On my mom's ProForm ZT5 treadmill, everything was different. I not only ran my 10:30 training pace, but I was able to keep that pace throughout an entire run which I haven't been able to do outside. In fact, I was even able to go a 10:00 pace towards the end and then even under 9:00 for a few tenths of a mile at the very end of the run. If I had my very own ProForm ZT5, I think I could really work on my speed. Have I mentioned how much I love that treadmill? Funny thing is, it is just a middle of the road treadmill; it's not a high end one, but I truly looked forward to running on it this morning after my first encounter with it yesterday. My running addiction might quickly come back if I could run on that treadmill everyday! My knees and feet felt like I was running on cotton. Ahhhh! And, of course, the speed. Did I mention that I could actually keep a pace on this amazing treadmill? Over are the days of referring to a treadmill as a dreamill!


My second new love discovery: Yaktrax. I was pre-warned how great they were, but really, I had no idea HOW truly amazing they are. Love them! I picked the worst icestorm in 20 years to try them out in and they proved to be a success. So, I only ran to the mailbox, but I could run on pure ice. PURE ICE. Beyond amazing. And, then, when a dog broke loose from his owner's house (that's another story), I was able to throw on the Yaktrax, go outside,catch the dog, walk door to door, and track down the owner without any problem. No way would I have been able to do that without the Yaktrax. So, the way I see it my Yaktrax saved a dog's life. :)

Overall, the snowstorm may not be good for the city, but it has helped me rediscover my love of running...and treadmills...and Yaktrax!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

A Confusing Run

Analyzing this weekend's run left me feeling like I felt after watching Inception: confused. I've thought about how I felt about my run for a day and a half now and I still don't know what to think. The one and only certain thing about Saturday's run is that it was incredibly icy. In fact, it was down right dangerous. I made it through that part, though.

After my three mile run on Tuesday when I didn't stop, I felt like I took a giant step backwards on Saturday. During the first three miles, I stopped four times (including the half way point where I always mentally allow myself to stop since there is usually a water stop there). The first mile and a half was the worst part. There were places where I couldn't even find a patch of concrete through all the ice. I kept thinking back and wondered how Tuesday's run was so easy for me.

At mile four things got better. I started to think that the first few miles were just due to the ice. Mile four didn't have as much ice so that had to have been it. Then I remembered back to the last time I trained for a full marathon. When I was running long miles, I never enjoyed the first three miles of a run. It always seemed to take my body a full three miles to realize it had to run. After three the body would stop fighting and just run. Maybe, just maybe my body was remembering that feeling and I was actually getting in a routine.

Mile five was just like four. I felt like my pace picked up and the running seemed to be getting easier. After all the time I had lost from stopping and from running on the early ice, I thought I had a chance to lower my overall pace which was a good feeling with all the slow running I have been doing. By mile five, I was certain that my body just needed to run more than three miles before I would start feeling good.

Mile six came. I stopped just to be nice to my body...not because I had to this time. Then, I tried to start again and it was like I was running in mud. I could barely move my legs that had been improving the last two miles. Had I known that, I never would have stopped. I noticed the ice was back. Maybe it was just the ice. I trudged through the last mile stopping for a couple quick breaks. That was discouraging.

Upon getting back to the wooden deck, I knew that I would see some improvement in my times at miles four and five once I checked my Garmin. I knew I had gotten faster. Those miles just felt easier. I knew I was going to be able to find a positive amongst the ice, snow, and cold. I checked my watch. Mile one was the fastest. What? The hardest mile with the most ice was the fastest??? How could that be? Maybe I should have been happy, but it made me feel like I didn't know what I was doing out there or why I was out there.

From there, I went to the Bluemile shoe store and (finally) purchased the Yaktrax. Might have been better to do that prior to running in the ice, but at least I finally did it. And, at least I won't have a problem with the ice and snow again if the Yaktrax work as well as I've been told they do.

Feeling a little better thanks to my new purchase, I headed over to Einstein's Bagels where a few of the other runners were gathering. Good conversation, relaxing, and a really great sandwich (oh, how I love, love, love Einstein's Bagels!) made me feel good about running again. As much as I want to get better at running, sometimes I forget what all I've gained from it. Great friends are great conversation are sometimes more important than the time on the clock at the end of an icy run.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Success!

Today was the first day of my mini-marathon training program. Knowing that my official marathon training doesn't start until the end of February, I haven't thought much about the mini training. My focus has been on Grandma's Marathon. The Derby half and the Mini half fall into that program so I knew I would be ready for those races when the time came. What I wasn't ready for, however, was the first day of Mini training.

Today's mileage: 3. I tried to talk myself into believing that 3 miles wouldn't be hard. But, then, I remembered my 5 miles on Saturday when I stopped during the run to walk...and stopped again....and again....and again. I think you get the point. I thought back a little further. Yep, every recent run had the same trend-me stopping to walk! Two miles had been the longest I had made it since Christmas. Three miles may not seem that much longer than two miles, but mentally it definitely is!

When I arrived at the training program, a friend that is new to my running club, spotted me. We were both in the same pace group. That was a welcome change for me. I always seem to be the girl that no one goes the same speed as and therefore, I end up running alone. Tonight was different, though. Even as we reached the halfway mark where the 10:30 pace group, or "10:30ish" pace group as it was coined tonight, was beginning to spread out, I still had someone to run with. I wanted to stop. Oh, did I want to stop. But, because I had one person there with me running, I didn't stop. Success!

Sure, I had other people in the pace group, too, but I didn't know them personally. It was the personal connection that kept me running. It made me recall back to the second mini I did. I did great in that race and I know it was because there were four of us that year that kept each other on track. That personal connection is what made me a great runner (for me) that year. I think I have found that again. I am actually looking forward to next Tuesday's group run.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Hard Core or Maybe Just Foolish

The temperature when I woke up this morning was 4 degrees. Therefore, I decided to sleep in an hour. What a great decision because by the time I ran, the temperature was a balmy 7 degrees and the wind chill was a warm 2 degrees. On top of the weather, the Monon was a sheet of ice covered with a layer of treaded snow. I only saw about 25 hard core runners out there today. Did I mention that I'm actually glad that I ran outside? Maybe that is where the foolish part comes in because I have never been colder in my entire life. Seriously, never.

Today I ran 5 miles. I'm glad I went farther, but I stopped soooo many times. I really don't know if it was the snow and ice that caused me to stop or if it was just the fact that I am still out of shape. I'm hoping it was just the snow. I didn't want to run on the treadmill because I knew I would stop a lot, and then I went outside and still did the same thing! That's okay, though. There is something about running in really bad weather that motivates me. Those are the times that I truly feel like a runner. Hardly seeing anyone on the trail inspired me and made me feel like I genuinely am a runner. Okay, so I felt that way at the beginning of the run and now 5 hours later, but at mile 3.5, I wasn't feeling so excited. Instead, I was feeling really ridiculous for going out into the cold. My under armour cold gear shirt and zip up jacket are amazing. My Nike gloves are equally wonderful. But, the Under Armour cold gear pants just didn't cut it. My legs have never hurt so much.

So, what does a person who ran 5 miles in 2 degree wind chill look like after a run when she still can't feel her legs? 


Not pretty, but smiling because hopefully, I will soon feel my legs again!


Lesson I learned today: I need to find a new pair of winter running pants!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Snow, Snow, Go Away!

Snow is not helping me out right now! We received 3" today so that means the good ol' treadmill, or rather "dreadmill" as many runners refer to it. I did 3 miles. Right now, I'm just trying to get anything accomplished because the motivation is still not coming. I can't wait until I am back in a consistent routine again!

I did learn a few things this week. 1. You should use your foam roller before and after every run. I had no idea! I've been waiting to use it until after I am in pain. I am really curious to see what a difference this makes. I hope it helps me to not end up as sore. That would be nice. 2. Yaktrax. Another amazing piece of information! Apparently, Yaktrax help you run in snow. I went straight to Dicks' Sporting Goods tonight to buy some. Of course, they are sold out and have been for awhile. So now that I know about this wonderful invention that will help me stay outside and off the treadmill, I need to go on a scavenger hunt to find it!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Small Victories

The last three workouts had some small victories. Small victories that only I could notice! On Thursday, I ran 2.5 miles on the treadmill-a whole .5 miles more than normal!! And I sped up at the end. I know that seems so simple for most people, but ever since I trained for my first marathon, I lost varying speeds. I truly have one speed and I can't make myself go any faster no matter how much I want to. So, for me, that was a victory even though I am still running incredibly slow compared to most people.

Thanks to being sick and also thanks to a busy schedule prior to my winter break, I haven't lifted weights for over a month, maybe even close to two months. I finally got back to my weights class yesterday. Yes, I take one of those girly weight classes; I don't do the real thing! My gym is so intimidating with all those boys-who probably do steroids-and the trainers there make fun of people while they are working out! How do I know this? Because I used to use the personal trainers and I witnessed it. So, for me who was already intimidated by lifting small weights in the middle of the big gym, I decided right then and there when I heard the trainers talking about the patrons that I would never work out there alone again. I wish there were better gym choices in Indy. LA Fitness is the best option on most sides of town, but it doesn't compare to wonderful LAC in Louisville, KY. I've been out of that city for 4 years and I STILL miss that wonderful gym!

Back to my class. I survived it! It was a long hour, though. And, I realized how seriously out of shape I am. My abs used to be my strongest body part...not anymore. That is a certainty. What I liked about this class/teacher is that she worked a lot on hip flexors which is what causes me a lot of problems on my runs. I definitely need to make sure to be in this class every Friday. I usually take it on Wednesday with another instructor. It is my goal to go to at least 2 of these classes every week, if not 3 classes. I really think the different instructors will help me with my runs because the instructors do very different workouts. Of course, when I woke up this morning, I don't know that I still thought taking this class was such a great idea. Can you say SORE?

So my two mile runs (and that one long 2.5 mile run!!) turned into a 4 mile run today. I went to my running club run which is 40 minutes from my house so there was no way I was only going to go 2. I had to run at least as long as I drove. The first two were good. I didn't stop once. The way back was not as easy. I did have to stop and my emotions were all over the place. On one hand, I know I haven't been running and I should be happy that I went that far even if I did walk, but on the other hand, I know I have to be ready to start my official running programs soon. And  the way I'm running is not going to cut it. Mentally, I am focused on training for Grandma's Marathon. However, I have two half marathons coming up, too. I know eventually my marathon training will have me doing many more miles than the halves so I haven't worried about it. Only problem is the half marathon training starts next week and I'm not ready!

So, what did I learn today? I have to start running outside. I'm still not at the speed I'd like to be, but I cut at least a minute off my pace by not running on the treadmill. We'll see if the weather next week will help me out by not continuing to snow so that I can get outside.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Two Bad Runs Sandwiched Between a Good Run

The last few runs have been interesting. A good run sandwiched in between two bad ones! Well, when I say good that might be overstating it, but it was a run that made me feel a little bit like a runner again.

On Saturday, I ran two miles again. Yes, that's all I'm trying to conquer-the two mile run! It was awful. My legs hurt by mile one. They had been sore since earlier in the week even though I had used the foam roller on numerous occasions. I'm still not sure how someone gets THAT sore from two mile runs!

 During the run, I kept having flashbacks of the training program I took the first time I trained for the Indy Mini-Marathon. One of the instructors said, "The first week is the hardest. If you can get through the first week, you can get through anything." I remember that being true. I still remember that first week when I ran a mile, two miles, and another mile or two. I even tried eating cheese fries from Outback and then running one day during that first week. That certainly didn't turn out so well! Anyways, back to Saturday. I struggled through the entire run. Then, came the last tenth of mile. I know, I know a tenth isn't much, but it was a huge deal to me. For the last tenth, I turned the treadmill up a notch. Now, that may not sound so great, but I have been stuck in the same gear for over a year now. It is almost impossible for me to make my body go even a tiny bit faster so that was a huge deal that I was able to do that even if it was for a super short amount of time. Because of that, I was able to be okay with a bad run.

Then, Sunday came. I didn' t stop for the entire first mile. Again, this may not seem like such a big feat for most people, but I was ecstatic about this considering I had stopped 4 or 5 times the last couple runs. It even felt good as I was running; maybe it even felt easy! Even better, instead of raising the speed on the treadmill the last tenth of a mile, I was able to raise it up for the last five-tenths of a mile. And, then for the last one-tenth, I even pushed it a little higher. This particular two mile run made me feel like I had just qualified for Boston! I felt like what I heard a few years ago about the first week back was absolutely true and I was on my way into week two where it might get a little bit easier.

Today, I intended to go to the gym to cross-train at my favorite spin class. I headed out the door, looking forward to working out, but not running. Then, I couldn't find my lock for the gym locker. After spending ten minutes looking all over for it, I realized it was too late to leave for the gym if I wanted to make the class. Thanks new January people who sign up for my weekly class thirty minutes before the scheduled time even though you won't be there in a month! So, that meant I had to run my big two miles again. I wasn't mentally into the run today, but I did it anyways. It would have been SO easy to just do nothing tonight....so easy. I was very proud that I got miles in when I didn't want to. It was a hard run. I stopped at least three times. I only went faster the last one-tenth, but I was also proud that I did that because I did NOT want to. My mind is starting to let my body know who is in charge!

Three days. Three different runs. Two-thirds of those runs weren't good, but I still feel like things are going in the right direction. This road is a long one...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Starting Over

Two miles. 23:22. Why did I decide to blog about my last marathon? I feel like I'm starting over-and I guess I am. The last two weeks didn't go as planned.  (Wait, isn't that just how marathon training goes?!) I ended up being sick and glued to the couch which meant zero running. So, today when I finally got back out there, it was misery! My goal was to run three. Then, I got to 1/2 mile and realized that the road back was going to be a bit harder than I wanted it to be. I stopped five times during my measly 2 mile run! I am supposed to be able to run this marathon in June, right? I'm starting to wonder if I have it in me. Maybe I was a one year marathoner.
As discouraged as I was during the run, I still somehow felt inspired enough to actually put together my 16 week training program. That actually made me feel better because I don't technically have to be ready for the program until the last week of February. I didn't realize I had that much time. Of course, I'm also running the Indy and Derby Mini-Marathons prior to the big one, Grandma's Marathon. Therefore, I do need to be able to put some miles on the pavement!
Tomorrow is another day and it's an opportunity to get one step closer to where I need to be.