Monthly Archives: April 2013

How many breakfasts did you have this morning?

Back in action.  I did run the marathon on Sunday.  It seems like a fuzzy memory to me now, sort of like child birth but with less goo and more Gu.  I got to the race about 20 minutes early and ended up waiting in line for a port-a-john for like 18 minutes.  Then I sprinted to the start.  It was a small race of people with small bladders.  I think 200 or so ran the full marathon and another 200 did the half plus a bunch of relayers.

We had a moment of silence for Boston and then we took off.  I started very conservatively and didn’t have much of a goal for this race other than to not feel like shit at the end.  So the funny thing about this race was that there were NO clocks anywhere on the course.  And I didn’t bring my phone which is my only GPS device.  So I literally had no idea how fast I was going.  It was kind of nice.

The course itself was hilly.  My version of hilly which probably isn’t hilly at all.  We started out on rural roads of rolling hills.  Then we came back into town for awhile and even ran through an old graveyard.  Around mile 12 or 13 I caught up with some ladies and chatted with them for a few minutes.  they invited me to run with their group sometime on Sundays. They were nice, but  I probably won’t.  After I passed them, spectators kept yelling that I was the first woman.  I was pretty surprised and dismayed by this.  I did not need the added pressure.

I don’t think I ever felt truly fatigued.  I chewed my Shot Bloks at regular intervals, stopped to pet a dog, walked through a couple of water stops.  They had timing mats at every 6.55m but no clock.  The race got sparse as we headed back out to the rolling hills to finish.  I was relieved to pass mile 20 and planned on walking again at mile 22.  Well mile 22 came and I kept going.   Then we turned a corner and BOOM wind.  It was coming from the southwest as we were running west, but it was still really difficult to run against.  I had snot flying across my face and i had to take off my hat so I wouldn’t lose it.  I was dreading the next turn to direct south.  After mile 23 was that turn.  The wind was horrible.  It was probably 25 mph.  I could see the men ahead of me walking.  At this point I knew it was just a battle of wills to the finish.  I had no goal and didn’t care if anyone passed me.  Just wanted to finish.  The hills continued, I passed many men who cheered me on and one who said I was going to BQ.  I said, really what’s our time?  We were at 3:24 with less than a mile to go.  I pushed my way up the final hill and my calves started to seize up.   I have never had that happen before.  It was like they wouldn’t flex.  I almost panicked and wandered how I was going to finish if I couldn’t move my legs.  I crested the top of the hill and finally they started working again.

The last .2 was into the stadium and on the track.  I squinted to see the finish clock and saw 3:29 so I ran as fast as my fatigued ass could carry me to the finish.  My time was 3:30:29.  So I improved on my finish 4 weeks ago, but no PR .  It was definitely better than I expected to finish.  The announcer said I was the first woman but then later when I looked online, I saw that I was actually 2nd.  So I have no idea why people thought I was 1st.  My time certainly is not a first place time.  They do have the splits online and I was very consistent through the race, running each quarter in about 51 min.  Then of course the last 6.55 against the wind was 4 minutes slower.  Had the wind not been so bad, I may have had a PR. BLAST!

I took two full days off and then ran 3 yesterday and 4 today.  Now that the temp is finally warmer than a witch’s tit, I am enjoying running outside and feeling pretty good.  Up next is a 5k on May 4th.  Yuck.  Why did I sign up for a 5k?  Then the Peoria races are in May and I’m wavering between the 25k or marathon.  I will have to see how I recover from this one.  I would REALLY like to PR and they have a 3:25 pacer, but I will try to just do it for enjoyment and see where I end up.


Would you like to hear what my nuts have to say?

Countdown one week until the next marathon.  By this time next week marathon #5 will be in the books.  I’d like to think that each one gets easier and I get faster each time, but, as was the case last time, that doesn’t always happen. 

I feel fully recovered from the last one.  This week I had some excellent fast runs, but unfortunately they were all on the treadmill due to the storms we had every stinkin morning.  Then, later in the week I was able to get outside but it was in the 20s so I felt stiff and tired and blah.  I wonder if I will ever be able to run fast outside again.  Lately it feels like I can;t and I’m not sure I can completely blame the weather. 

A week ago Saturday I did a 16 miler which was my only “long” run between the two marathons (which are 4 weeks apart).  I figure that was enough.  Plus my body was not liking that run and Red woke up early so I scrambled to finish it.  My whole lower body was achy in a weird way that made me think I might have some weird disease or be dying.  Sort of like nerve pain.  Maybe my back was out of joint or maybe I really am dying. 

At least this time I actually feel motivated to run the full marathon.  Well, today I feel motivated to run the full marathon.  Hopefully I will still feel that way in a week.  My post marathon plans are to run a 5k on Cinco de Mayo because the after party involves nachos! Ole!  Then run a half marathon on Mother’s Day.  And then a 25k the next weekend.  After that, I will chill and do my usual summer races.  I don’t think I will miss long runs, except when I look in the mirror and see my ass start to fall again.  Hmm Maybe I’ll do squats.

you’re a chump. a chuuuuuump

Well last week’s recovery did not go well for me.  I definitely pushed myself when i should have been resting.  The problem was that I was in a conference and had 11 hour days, so I really needed to get up and exercise in the morning to get myself going. Because the “gym” was one room with three machines, pool didn’t open til later, and I didn’t have a DVD player, I decided running was my best bet.  Plus I wanted to get out and explore the town.

it didn’t end up being much of a town and the temp was around 20 every morning, but I got up and ran everyday.  i was also in extreme pain most of the day.  I didn’t want to take any nsaids because I had taken them leading up to the race.  the only thing that hurt me on Sunday was my quads.  Apparently my hips and ass compensated for them on my Monday and Tuesday runs because they were SCREAMING all week long.  When I finally got home on Friday, I rested for two days- just did some Jillian Michaels DVDs.  Finally on Sunday I felt better, so I ran 5.5 miles.  Felt really good after that, so I ran 10 yesterday.  Today I took another easy day by running 1.5 miles and doing Shed and Shred DVD.  Now my arms are sore, but at least I can walk around and not look like an ass.

Plan for the rest of the week is to run 8-10 tomorrow, maybe do just strength again on Thursday, run 8-10 on Friday, and 16 on Saturday.  That would be my last long run before the next marathon which I may or may not do.  Hopefully this week will keep me in shape enough that I’ll still be ready to run and not burnt out.

On the homefront, Red has been crazy bad since I got home.  Lots of fits and tantrums and dramatics.  My mom suspects she is taking after my older sister which is just great.  super.  I started her back on her ear infection antibiotics with hope that is what is wrong with her, but really it is her general disposition.  she didn’t get it from me or RKY, but somehow we were blessed with a ‘spirited’ toddler anyway.  I complain but I love her to no end.