My life has slowly been changing since 2012 when I was in pure Ironman training, and everything I did was on the road. It's tough to describe where most of you may have stopped hearing from me, but as a quick summary, I finished Ironman Wisconsin in 2012. After that, I went through a huge depression with a job that was not only not challenging me, but also, left me feeling like every day was the worst day ever. Anyways, I found the trails to be my outlet.
By 2014, I decided that I wanted
"We're going to run this whole way" I say to PegLeg. "Yep" she says. "That is so stupid."
We’re on the bus with slow_running on the way to the start. It feels like we've been on the bus forever. How can you go this whole way on foot? Why would you want to?
Earlier I had sat down in PegLeg's car and immediately something was wrong. My ass was cold. No-wet. Why is my ass wet? I felt under me and realize that I sat on the hose of my hydration pack and soaked myself and the seat. T
I'm starting to think I should get the prize for the longest injury. Here's my timetable:
November 2015 - pikermi PR
January 2016 - hyper colleague insisted on helping me move stage equipment that he didn't know how to move (I was accustomed to moving it by myself and didn't need anyone being a "gentleman.") Result - sprained ankle.
March 2016 - Sprained ankle healed. Feral cat momma and kittens acquired and moved indoors, necessitating many trips up and down stairs. Ran a bit, b
His name was Otto Lam and he was yelling every 5-6 steps. “Go, Go, GOOOOO…. PASS ME… YOU HAVE TO GO FOR IT… DON’T STOP…. RUN FASTER… GET AWAY FROM ME.”
He was the 3:40 pacer, and he was 10 steps ahead of me and he was running a solid 8:20 pace. The sign he carried had a world of significance for me. Let it get out of sight and my dream of qualifying for Boston was gone. I was 1.5 miles from the finish and I had been falling apart for the last 5 miles. I could not believe this was happening.
I’m not really sure how to explain New York.
Let me go back.
2015 I had to defer. It hurt. A lot. I devoted to day to being there for someone I was sort of in a complicated situation with. His race blew up and I supported him through a five and a half hour finish. It hurt not racing. There were a lot of emotions with him too. I was honestly afraid the race would always be associated with this going forward.
2016 I ran the first 16 before a planned drop. I tried to
I planned two big races this year, a 50k in July and the Wineglass half.
I ran the 50k to get tons of time on the trails during training and to see how good I am at enduring several hours of suffering. It didn’t disappoint, with almost 8 hours of mind-numbing sloshing through the mud. I discovered shortly after that the many long runs and weekend doubles I used to train for the 50k increased my speed. In the weeks that followed, my speed workouts were MUCH faster than ever before, ma
In my last bloop I was feeling like I was finally getting off the DL. I ran 19.5 miles one week and then boom 💥! Where’s that exploding hot dog when you need it? My whole hamstring was inflamed—top to bottom.
Last week I tried to play nice with it. A 2 mile run, 3 miles ellipticaling and weights. Finally it has started to feel better this week.
I ellipticaled 3 on Tuesday and ran 3 yesterday followed by 2 more on the elliptical. I promised myself just weights today. By the
“Keep your sunglasses on, I want to take a selfie.”
The Wife looked at me with a skeptically raised eyebrow. “A selfie? Since when do you take selfies?”
“Well-” I said “-this is a big trip, and I know you like to take the occasional selfie, so I thought you might want one.”
“Why the sunglasses? This isn’t for some stupid Blues Brothers joke you’re going to make that no one is going to get is it?”
“Yeah, I thought so, no selfie.”
Well, that was embarrassing.
I signed onto the new Loop on Saturday night, shortly after enjoying one adult beverage. It was fairly simple. Just fill in all the fields, upload a picture, press enter -- then OMG -- I SPELLED MY FREAKING SCREEN NAME WRONG. COMPLUSIVE? Really? You, the English major, the writer, the proofreader can't put the letters in the right order? What the hell is wrong with you?
Determined to fix things before anyone noticed, I started toggling and googling like a m
BTW -- ocrunnergirl = fivestarks
Wondering if I should just have Cliff change me back to fivestarks. I like ocrunnergirl better because that's who I feel I am - a girl who grew up in Ocean City. Also belatedly I realized that it could stand for Obstacle Course (runner girl) but that was not intended.
My healing from the hamstring tear has been fraught with ups and downs.
One PT tells me I'm fine to do anything that doesn't hurt. The next tells me that I can only do 1 mil
On Sunday, for the first time in three years, I ran a race longer than 5K. This hiatus was caused by a series of bizarre non-running injuries. The worst was two summers ago, when I pulled a groin muscle while trying to pick a hard-to-reach squash. More recently, I tore an intercostal muscle when I fell to the floor while sleeping.
Waking at 5:00am to begin race prep, I was greeted with this local weather alert:
Fortunately, I always try to keep a low profile.
Long overdue race report, as usual. Lots of pictures, as usual.
Waaaaay back in mid-May, I traveled north for the second annual “Caitlin’s Birthday Mother-Daughter Race Weekend.” Last year’s inaugural event was the Martha’s Vineyard Marathon, where my Mom ran her very first half- marathon and I ran my 13thmarathon. This year we were keeping it in New England but heading north to Maine, where Mom would run her third half- marathon (she’s a total pro now) and I’d run my 12thhalf- marathon
I'm giving this a try. I'm not running as much as I used to run. I no longer consider myself a "runner." I run when time allows and I feel like running. I try to run one "longish" run per week. I do not enter races anymore and I don't follow a training plan. There's much more to my life than running now. I stopped "blooping" a while back because all I do is run when I'm running. Most of the things that happen when I run are forgotten by the time I stop running. I'm going to try to post something
The first two things I had for lunch. The last thing I had for a run/walk/hike/whatever the heck it is I'm doing these days.
Gratuitous nature shots!
I ran a bit less than I was hoping but didn't stress out about it. The weather was perfect and I saw only one other person so it was really relaxing. I lost myself a few times just chugging along and thinking... love it when that happens.
Something that didn't quite work: I may need to get some new shirts sometime soon
My brain is foggy. I will forget parts of the story - some temporarily, some forever. A runner who saw me finish my 100th mile last year recognized me and I had no recollection of our conversation. I apologize to anyone who I have forgotten to mention in this journey.
I am satisfied, but always in pursuit.
Maybe it seems unjustified to never be done. But I see it as a reason to keep learning. And to keep running. When it starts to ache and my mind goes to dark places, I do question my purs
I wrote a draft of this a couple weeks ago, but never got around to proof-reading or editing or posting it. Given what I titled this and why, when I heard the news about Tom Petty today, made me want to get back to it. Which may have been a mistake on taper brain. Sorry Tom, you deserve way better than being associated with this sloppy thing. Also,I realized I put a race report not in the race report folder. Oops.
A lot of people say they perform best under pressure, when the stakes are h
So, one more post about Saturday's race because I had time to chew on it and analyze some data.
Last year when I set my old PR on this same course, I had spent the entire spring training for it. I was a beast and singularly focused. (Remember PITW?) And I ran the race that way. By the end, I was just trying my absolute best to hang on and cling to my pace. This year, my training was spotty, at best. And I ran the race easy and relaxed.
Last year, my lower abs were so sore after t
I've decided to make it doubly confusing by 1) posting here for the first time in a while and 2) by changing my username. Oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I made christine.eliz way back when I was super new to running and didn't feel like having a weirdo handle as I dipped my toes into this community. Now that I know how strange you all are I have no problem with it! It might help that @tinkbot is also my Instagram handle so feel free to follow me if you want periodic reminders of who I am.
So what's been go
I’ll do the best I can to not drone on forever.
1. Decided to run a marathon For the first time.
2. Signed up for Wineglass in Corning where all the awesomeness recently took place.
3. Trained through a 15 miler in spring
4. Realized I’m insane, I hate racing, always have hated racing, hate any mile over 13, planned to drop to the half at Wineglass, can’t drop down - half is full, decided I’d still go and cheer, I’m good at cheering.
5. Find house of my dreams, proc
Here it is folks! Not only did I get the keys to my new house yesterday at 3 pm but then it snowed like mad all day today so I snapped a picture of the first snow and my house combined. I'm more in love with it every minute I'm there. I could "wax poetic" about my home.
I will be sleeping there starting Wednesday night (tomorrow) with minimal "stuff" because everything is in 2 storage trailers. I met with the boiler guy this morning so I understood how the heating system operates and
I envy those whose diagnosis has a name. Mine has several - and none.
I had a CT scan done yesterday, and saw the doc today for the verdict. (note: I'm VERY pleased that this doc is so speedy and wasn't interested in wasting my time waiting weeks to find out.)
It seems the bony overgrowth he'd seen on my xrays was not a stress fracture. I might prefer it had been. It's a bit of bone spur, and there seems to be indication of an old injury to the fibular sesamoid bone. It's inflamed (hence t
OK so I've been a little absent lately with work (I actually work for an overly large US company but our real overlords are via the UK), my running has been decidedly slow in returning plus a few other side projects have kept my down time away from here. So to make up for it I'm actually going to post a blog (yep it doesn't happen often).
Last weekend here was Melbourne Cup (well the Tuesday so most take the Monday for a long weekend). It's our horse race that "stops the nation" and everyon
This morning I had 800's and a lot on my mind. I wanted to burn it all off, lap after lap after lap, but I felt heavy and slow and I struggled with my pace.
So I stewed about things. It's really hard to stew and do speed work at the same time but I was determined on both counts.
I'm struggling to channel a lot of my... uh... struggling... into my running. It's not so easy at the moment because I'm running with friends a lot more than I ever had. My long runs aren't hours and hours an
Guys, I signed up to run three marathons in five weeks. I'm not sure if it sounds better if I say three in three months but it doesn't change the timeline either way.
That actually sounds exactly like me. Biting off more than I can chew.
Then I started having anxiety about training for them. What do I do? How do I get enough mileage on my legs? Should I drop them and just run a 50? I mean, that's kind of what I want to be doing but I'm too afraid I'll break my running again. B
"Biggest sandbag job of all time?" -NavEng, posted to my Strava feed, 10/2/17.
I suppose I deserved that. Two days prior to the race I posted a rant in Loopville about injuring my back and complained that I didn't think I could run the race. A quick recap in case you missed that: After the best training cycle to date I was down to the last 5 days before the marathon. Everything was pointing to a huge PR. (Even bigger than the expected PR in Philly... Before the weather g