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  1. 10 points
    I feel like all my posts have been full of dread and woe for months as I complained about aches and pains and slowness. Yet here I am in the midst of Monster Month, with four weeks to race day, and somehow I'm feeling energized and optimistic! Go figure. Shouldn't I be exhausted and sore and negative about now? Well, not so much. Just finished my two biggest weeks, with 54 and 51 miles. And my gimpy ankle has healed up. My balky knee still aches sometimes, but less and less. It seems the prescription for healing was More Miles. Sure I'm sore and achey after my long runs, and getting up off the couch can be difficult. But by the next day I'm able to get back out there relatively unscathed. I guess this training thing works. It helps running in perfect weather conditions. Winter training sure beats summer training. I never overheat, and don't need to worry about hydration. Enjoying the beauty around here is good for the mojo as well. I've had several great runs along the Pacific coast cliffs nearby. There are some great trails there. I got to see a whale as I went by a whale-watching spot. I also enjoyed running with hundreds of butterflies as we are in the middle of a huge butterfly migration at the moment. I can see for hundreds of miles all across the LA basin and to the snow-capped local mountains as I climb over our local hills. It's pretty great. A week ago I did my first 20-miler for this cycle, to close out a 54 mile week. I expected to be tired and just go at whatever pace worked. I ran along the flat coast virtually the whole way and just enjoyed myself. The pace gradually dropped to about 8:10-8:15 for miles 8-19, which was about as good as I had hoped for. I didn't fade until the last mile when I started to wear out. My pace is still slower than a year ago, as it has been on all my runs, but I've accepted that. Just glad to get the miles in. Last Wednesday I repeated my 4x1 mile workout, and I was able to find more speed than a few weeks ago. I managed 7:00, 7:02, 7:00 and 7:16, which beat the 7:20s I ran before. That was encouraging, although still slower than last year. And I had nothing left on the last one. But still, encouraging. Saturday I ran a very hilly 13 with a friend and the pace was decent. Then when I got back to the car I realized I had lost my key somewhere along the way. Phone was locked in the car, and friend was running home. I had little choice but to run the extra 3.8 miles home. But I still felt pretty strong after 13, and it was another beautiful day, and it was all downhill or flat...so I trotted on home and was happy to do it and log more miles. So this week is not too tough, but it finishes with a 21-miler over a huge hill that is my usual pre-marathon litmus test. If I can do that without dying too bad, then I will feel ready. Right now I feel pretty good about it. All systems are go. My Boston goal is just to have fun and break 4, but I'd like to do about 3:45 if all goes well. I know I can run about 8 minute pace for 20 miles. It's all about that last six. Long term, I'm thinking Chicago 2020 may be my next one. So to qualify to skip the lottery I need sub 3:40... So many of my friends are fighting injuries, so I'm just happy to be healthy, and getting another decent marathon done. At my age, I never know when it might be my last. Enjoy your runs. Life is good.
  2. 10 points
    "...goin wherever it leads..." Geez, it’s been awhile. Last time I blooped was what, well before Wineglass? Yep. I went to Corning and ran a half marathon with Aubree and Tim (it’s been so long that I have no idea what the loop names are anymore) and had a great time pacing with Tim for Aubree’s sub- 1:45. Some belated pics, because I know how much everyone loves to see #raceface. I also ran a 5k with Juliet, who is a tiny little bundle of running awesomeness... She was so determined to run a sub-30 5k. And she did. She was crying for the last quarter mile, she was in so much pain, but she wanted NOTHING TO DO with slowing down and calling a 30:xx good enough. Sprinted to the finish with 10 seconds to spare and then it was my turn to cry a little. This summer, she'll be registering for her school's cross country program and I'm excited for that. But much of last year was kind of a bust, running-wise. I went through a huge slump- one I might still be in?- after the cluster-fudge brownie that was Buffalo. Something about that race cracked me wide open. God, I hate that race. I still have nightmares about that race. But I try to chalk up the debacle to character building and all that jazz. Moving on. Summer proved to only perpetuate the running $h$tshow, though, with a crazy schedule at work, and insanely hot temps (for here) and my general apathy at running. Working every single Saturday meant I could hardly ever race and since I couldn’t race, my mojo wilted like cotton candy in a rainstorm. I didn’t wanna run. At least not long and not far and not much. Add to that the fact that C, the RB I ran with last year, had his divorce finalized, got a girlfriend and promptly stopped running. Cold turkey. BAM. I mean, I kinda get it... a single dad with 2 kids and a full-time job doesn’t leave much time for running with a friend once you have better things to do (literally? lol ). And the girlfriend doesn’t run. So it was back to solo runs. This time, no RB and still no mojo, except for Wineglass weekend. Then this year rolled around, and I finally said screw it to the job that was holding all my Saturdays hostage. I got a new job. More pay, similar work, and NO WEEKENDS. I don’t really enjoy it all that much and am bored but most people don’t love their jobs so why should I expect more? What people do love, and I am no exception, is weekends. Hallelujah, I get real weekends again. I was going to run a marathon this spring, at Glass City. Like, BQ attempt and all that. I even tried a few weeks of training. Ran long runs up to 15 miles. And then one day I just said, you know what? I don’t want to do this. It’s not fun anymore. I was skipping tempos and dreading long runs. Especially since the winter weather seems to drag on and on and on and not in a good way like in the Journey song. It’s March 3 and it’s 15 degrees. This is not funny. Or maybe I just didn’t want a repeat of Buffalo, where I trained through a cold spring and then showed up for 80 degrees and air like soup. Have I mentioned disliking that race? Wait a minute. When was the last time I had a spring/summer where I just HAD FUN? Where the whole better-get-your-ass-into-training-mode wasn’t like an insistent alarm clock going off in my head? When I did what I WANTED? Ruling out what I don’t want was the first step but the next step was asking myself, Peg, what do you want? Here’s what I want: I want to enjoy my life, my family, my weekends. I want to be able to run with friends at yackety-yak minutes/mile instead of being saddled to a specific pace for 15 miles. I want to race some short distances. Specifically, 5ks and 10ks, without worrying that racing in the middle of training will either hurt my marathon training or end in a crappy race. Or get me injured. I want to do track workouts of 400s, 800s, mile repeats. I like track workouts. I want to get out my road bike and I want to bike, a lot. I want to drive to other parts of town, or other towns, and run while exploring. I want my running and biking to take me to places and experiences. And I’d like to bloop/blog about said places and experiences… yes, I’d like to hang out here more. I’ve missed writing about running, mostly because I’ve missed ENJOYING running. Oh, btw, I want to start *gasp* running trails. 50k. Maybe a 50 miler later. Yep, you heard me. ULTRAS I need something new. I need a change. I want to love running again. Once warmer weather rolls around (based on current trends, hoping to be in short sleeves by Memorial Day), I want to join a group from around here that regularly spends Saturdays or Sunday afternoons in the summer running trails down at Oil Creek State Park. That’s home to the Oil Creek 100M, 100k, and 50k every October; ZamGirl has done that one (HOLY COW I JUST REMEMBERED A LOOP NAME! Oh, I haven’t forgotten Bangle and 5Starks and KeepRunningGirl and atombuddy and dammit I AM A LOOPSTER STILL). The trail running group is largely insane trail junkies who run ultras and 24 hour stuff and 100 milers. So I will be the newbie in the group showing up in track flats and an 8 oz handheld and no bug spray or toilet paper. But I have been the newbie at everything under the sun since 2007 when I emerged a blinking newborn (figuratively) into the real modern world, so what else is new? I blame any gaffes on my hair color and ask lots of questions and take people’s advice and so far I’ve managed to get fairly far on that. I’m a couple weeks in of just… backing off and running differently. I even started doing some runs watchless, aka going out there and running routes that I know are a specific amount of miles and estimating the pace based on time passed. That’s relaxing. Different for me, for sure. Next thing you know I’ll be inputting runs of 5.98356 miles when I do wear the watch, and not running 20 foot laps in my driveway to get to 6…. ….. Kidding, never happening, the neighbors would be so disappointed to learn that I am not certifiably insane and I dislike letting people down. I will revisit the Boston dream again. Maybe a late marathon this fall, for a 2021 shot. Or maybe I’ll do the Glass City thing next spring instead. Somewhere, sometime, I’ll have the laser-focus that I used to have. You know, where I did every single run at least 10 seconds per mile faster than I’m supposed to and got 16 PRs in one year and ran, what was it, a sub-1:40 half marathon? Sometimes I kinda miss the old 2013 or 2017 me sometimes. You know what I don’t miss? The injuries. 2014, 2015, 2016. Turns out the world doesn’t come to a complete stop just because I’m a little more chill about running. In the meantime, I totally revamped my training. NEW PLAN!!! 5ks, 10ks, so speedwork during the week, along with short easy runs. And longer training runs on the weekend, hopefully some on trails, but with the focus of time on feet and not speed/pace. A possible 30k in May, providing the 23 people ahead of me on the waiting list decide they have better things to do on a Saturday morning. Go shopping, people. Picnic. Family wedding. Help me out here. And then I'm eyeing a 50k in June. Then I’m kiiiiiiiiinda putting a 50 miler at either Burning River 50 or Finger Lakes 50 on the table... It’s on the way far corner of the table and it may topple off at any moment, but the fact that it’s on the table is progress. And then, there’s always the Oil City 100k in October. That’s not on the table, that’s just a tiny seed in my brain. But you know, little acorns to mighty oaks and that sort of thing. Let’s not even start on the Ironman I still want to complete someday. But I don’t want to ruin this summer by taking up swimming (shudder) again. I'm not Fish or stewmanji (god, I love the loop names coming back to me). I kind of like the feeling I have right now, of doing my own thing. A simmering excitement. Trying new things. Going off the beaten path. Doing what I want, running what I want. Stay tuned.
  3. 9 points
    If you still haven't sent in your results of your Snowbuster race, it is now too late. Sorry, but I warned you. The number of participants were down slightly from last year, but the competition was pretty fierce and the fun was universal, except perhaps my solo effort that ended up with an 8 minute positive splits and plenty o' walking. But let's let that go for now. While he didn't actually enter or was even likely to be aware there was a Snowbuster going on last weekend, I'm still going to declare Yomif Kejelcha the winner of the weekend. If you spent it under a rock, young Mr. Kejelcha ran a 3:47.01 mile in the Bruce Lehane Invitational in Boston, setting a world indoor record. The fastest official entrant this year was our favorite, SIbbetson, who was last year's winning Loopster as well, so congrats on the back-to-backs, Sara. And, oh, by the way, Sara submitted a 23.22 mile run as her entry, which converted to a 1:36:42 pikermi. She also sent me this pic (bonus points!) of one of her RBs who went with her that day. I wondered if this was roadkill, but am assured this just reflects the exhausted joy of running a distance PR. I think we know that feeling. The field was chock full of overachievers in fact. The top five finishers based on pace all race over the 13.1 official distance. 23.22, 16, 15.51, 18.01, and 18 miles. Whatever works, says I. Anyway, here are the numbers. Full disclosure: I'm lazy, so didn't use any sort of race converter. I simply multiplied the pace by 13.1 miles and gave us all credit. This no doubt gave the runners who ran shorter distances an advantage, but obviously not enough to skew the results. Pretty sure we'd have seen Sara and Dan at the top anyway. Place Loopster M/F Distance Time Pace Converted Time 1 Yomif Kejelcha M 1 0:03:47 0:03:47 0:49:34 2 SIbbetson F 23.22 2:51:25 0:07:23 1:36:42 3 MinneDan M 16 2:08:04 0:08:00 1:44:51 4 RunnerguyMark M 15.51 2:07:58 0:08:15 1:48:05 5 MattW M 18.01 2:28:36 0:08:15 1:48:05 6 BAngle M 18 2:31:05 0:08:24 1:49:57 7 ThaGoldStandard M 6.2 0:53:03 0:08:33 1:52:05 8 DrWhiskers F 3.13 0:27:41 0:08:51 1:55:52 9 Dave M 13.11 1:56:48 0:08:55 1:56:43 10 MichaelV M 20 2:59:10 0:08:58 1:57:21 11 Slow_Running M 6.05 0:56:22 0:09:19 2:02:03 12 Unlikelyrunner F 13.13 2:14:44 0:10:16 2:14:26 13 Amarie2009 F 16 3:02:32 0:11:25 2:29:27 14 Bre Tiesi-Manziel* F 8.25 1:58:22 0:14:21 3:07:57 NavEng sent me a picture of snowshoe tracks in the snow. Good for 5 miles, which if you've ever tried to run in snowshoes you'll know is no easy workout regardless of the time. Sadly, I can't find the pic. Imagine. eebtool had a strong entry into the best selfie category. jsoper had some uber peaceful shots of her route. tinkbot didn't run a step, but wins in the photo category with this shamelessly cute tinkbot, jr. Then there's the always imaginative ocrunnergirl. For the second year in a row the (I'm going to say it) exercise crazy has had "I" problems and hasn't been running. That would have stopped most of us from Snowbusting, but not ocrg. I can't even describe it other than to call it the ocrunnergirl Cray-Cray-Athlon. Go read it for yourself and shake your head along with me. This is why she's my favorite. Now, you may also note the listing for Bre Tiesi-Manziel, who recently garnered fame for first marrying Johnny Manziel, the former Texas A&M quarterback who could never translate his early success (freshman Heisman winner) into even a decent NFL (Cleveland) career. He's currently a free agent after spending the last two years in Canada (and getting banned from that league for violating his contract - no details). But back to Mrs. Manziel. She's apparently big on Instagram as a model and fitness poser. Last weekend, while the Loopsters were busting snow, Mrs. M was being exposed as a pikermi finisher/cheater at the Run Like A Diva half marathon in Temecula, Calif. a couple of weeks previously. Her 1:58:22 finish time wasn't crazy in itself, but her post-race pics and brag that she'd done it without any training brought some scrutiny and a quick look at her finish results showed missing splits from her racing chip. She and a fellow diva were at a 14:15 pace at the 6.4 timing mat, then ... nothing until the finish. Unless the two women were able to blaze at 4:00 minute pace for those last 6.7 miles. Anyway, they deserve some kind of award for being able to look this fresh after smoking 12 seconds faster than world record pace for almost 7 miles after a 6-1/21 mile warm up. So, there you have it. The fifth annual Snowbuster Festival of Virtual Races. Around here, snow is melting and it's going to be 50 degrees on Sunday. Looks like it worked.
  4. 9 points
    I love that Dave puts together the Snowbuster Pikermi every year. I always enter, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually run a hard 13.1 miles for it. I typically take the longest or best run that I have within that date range and enter it. This year the weekend fell 3 weeks before my next marathon, so I had my longest long run of this cycle planned – a 23 miler! After a really rough patch in January, I took 8 days off running and decided I wasn’t going to run my March marathon after all. It’s an inaugural race near where my parents live (where I grew up). All along I was planning to run it completely for fun (without a time goal) prior to getting serious about a PR attempt at Grandma’s Marathon in June. At the end of January, I was feeling terrible and getting slower by the day, so I figured there was no point in running my for fun race when running wasn’t fun! However, I guess those 8 days off plus another week easy was exactly what I needed. Once I started running again (sans training schedule) I felt the best I have in months and was improving. I was running quite a bit of mileage simply because I felt like it. On February 23 I decided that if I could run 18 miles that day, then follow it with a 20 miler on March 2 and a 23 miler on March 9, I could do a 2 week taper and run my planned marathon after all – and I passionately wanted to! February 23 didn’t exactly go as planned; I ran 20 instead of 18 and felt amazing doing it (I'd run an 18 in January so this wasn't completely unreasonable). That meant I could do my 23 miler on March 2 and still have a 3 week taper in my long run distance, which is my preference, so I decided to run 23 miles on snowbuster day. This also allows me to do a long run with a workout on March 9, but that's another post... I have several training buddies who are also marathon training, and two of them wanted to get in 21-23 miles that day as well, so it worked very nicely. The weather was great; 32 degrees with a windchill of 26 degrees. Since my training cycle has been rocky to say the least, I simply wanted 23 steady miles with nothing fast or fancy (i.e., no workout). I really wanted to finish strong because I really needed that confidence boost to tackle a marathon on fewer long long runs that I typically do. If I bombed this one I couldn't exactly say, "It's okay, my other 23 miler went great!" I told my friends that I didn’t want to run anything under 7:30 pace during the first half of the run, and that if I felt good I’d be open to dropping the pace later, but I left my watch under my sleeve for the entire run so really didn’t know what we were doing. I am a big proponent of running by feel, and sometimes ignorance of pace can be bliss! I started the run with Claudio, Rebecca, and Jack. Jack is a high school junior who has been running with our group to prepare for track season, and his long run was 8 miles, so we began with an 8 mile loop and dropped him off. I’d set a small bottle with a gel taped to it on the back of my car and picked it up on the run. I like to practice marathon aid stations like this during long runs; I never stop my watch to drink or fuel because race clocks don’t stop. We then tackled a 13 mile loop because Claudio was aiming for 21-22 miles. The miles flew by and I felt strong. The pace never felt hot and we talked the whole time. Rebecca had a bit of a rough day and dropped back from us around mile 14. I've run enough long runs that I can typically tell how things will hold up, and I felt like I was going to finish the 23 strong. We eat 23 miles for breakfast At 18 I knew for sure that 23 was going to be no problem at all. I didn’t really realize we were speeding up, but my splits tell me that we did. We made it back to our cars at 21 miles, and Claudio said he’d do 22. I felt fine with finishing up a mile on my own after he stopped, but then he said he’d go to 23 with me, which was even better! After we finished, he made a comment about our sub-7:00 miles, and I said, “I don't think I ran any miles under 7:00” and he said, Yeah, yes you did”, which I discovered was true when I uploaded my run. My last 5 miles were all 6:50-7:05, and my average pace for the entire run was the fastest I’d run a relaxed long run this season. Before my injury in September 2018, I was running my entire long runs at 6:50-7:05 pace, and while my fitness is not back to that level yet, this was a small glimpse that it’s coming back. I also set a PR on my rolling 7 days mileage this day! I was pumped about this volume, but will admit that it was easier than most weeks I've done in the 80s with workouts (I did only one baby workout, a 3 mile tempo run within a 10 miler, plus a couple set of strides - the rest was easy running). Our forecast called for 5-8 inches of snow overnight on March 2 into the morning of March 3. I woke up on March 3 to about an inch of snow, and finished off my weekly mileage while it was still coming down. We ended up getting very little more, so I'm going to say my snowbuster run worked to bust the almost all of our snow. I hope the Snowbuster Race Series continues every winter! Now come on, spring! Splits It wasn't flat either
  5. 8 points
    A year ago I was a week out from my first round of PT since Blue Cross didn't want to approve the MRI my doctor wanted to confirm my meniscus tear. Of course, since I have such a fragile psyche I spent most of my days trying to wrap my head around a life without running. Turn in my "IRUN262" license plate, take the 2016 Boston magnet off Abby, throw away the 20 or so white tech shirts with stains on the armpits that I couldn't wear in public, toss the running shorts and tights, donate my NYCM jacket (not Marshall or Boston, though) to Goodwill, dismantle the marathon shrine and map, box up the medals and race photos. It was a dark time. Yesterday the wind was pretty strong, but the sun was out and it was warm enough for a run in short sleeves. It was also the third week of Vermont City training. And it was Tempo Tuesday! Let me back up a couple of weeks. Week one was a bust, with snow and ickiness. There was no Tempo Tuesday for week 1. There was, in fact, no running at all the first half of the week. One day on the stairs and another with the bands/weights, and one resting. Thursday-Friday-Saturday were as per the plan, though, and the easy weekend ten was nice. Ended up with half the mileage I wanted to start, but the runs were good anyway. Week 2 (last week) was closer to the schedule. Missed two days instead of three (one with a family thing and the other with rain that I could have run after but I'd already decided to skip and ate dinner and ... stuff. But, even though I'd thought I should not start Tempo Tuesdays until I was at full mileage, of course I couldn't resist doing it early. Added 3 at tempo effort in the middle of 7 that day. Averaged a little over 7:30 and was sufficiently gassed at the end. No extra aches or pains afterward. Win. Saturday was another good test. 14 miles - the most since the 2017 Rehoboth Marathon. I'll admit to some trepidation after the cold mess that was my Snowbuster a couple of weeks ago. I remember back when I started this marathoning thing what a scary thing 14 miles was. Not gonna lie - images of me walking most of the last 2-4 flashed through my head more than once during the week. So I was really careful on the front half, keeping the pace at or just over 9:00 pace. Had to stop twice (at mile 3 and at mile 12) for bathroom breaks, which was annoying, and one short stretch for my second Hammer Gel (mile 10). Other than that, it was an excellent long run. Finished up with a few 8:40-ish miles. Felt fine the rest of the day, which I did not expect. Figured I'd be on the couch. With the missing days (16 miles worth), 35 for the week. Monday was an easy 7. Ran up the Target bike path, then west on Eight Mile to the country club. Stopped at the light I caught a movement at the corner of my eye. There was a guy running up the path crossing mine. I said hello, but he didn't acknowledge my existence. He had earbuds, but still. It's one thing to be passing along the road or trail and be lost in your head, but standing next to another runner for 60 full seconds and not even making eye contact? Weird. When the light changed, he followed me for about a hundred yards, then turned off somewhere behind me - I never saw when or where, but he was gone. Normally, my tempo runs start and end with a mile warm up and cool down. Since I'm not up to full mileage yet and am being careful not to add speed and distance at the same time (see how smart I am now?), I'm not doing that exactly yet. Last week I made it 2-1/2 w/u and 1-1/2 c/d (it fit the traffic lights better than 2 & 2). This week I went for 1-1/2 and 1-1/2, with 4 at tempo. Had a couple of stoplight breaks, but no bathroom stops. 7:37 average. Another win. Big rain coming in this afternoon and evening, so I make take today as a rest day. Or maybe it's a band/weight night. See what I feel like when I get home.
  6. 8 points
    Since Phoenix my muscles in my lower abdomen have been hurting every single time I run. It's so frustrating. (If I'm honest this pain started around Rehoboth -- December. I thought it would go away by now. 😕) Anyway I did a nice 6 miler last week that was fairly peppy but left me really sore. After that run I decided to pull the plug on running. We've officially broken up until 3/17. My Snowbuster entry is being submitted under the "Unconventional" Category -- a triathlon of sorts if you will. I laid out my plan. The 1st event up would be the stairmaster. You know that piece of gym equipment that looks like an escalator? I love that maachine!! Put it on intervals and the whole time you are switching between fast and slow. I had done a few miles on that the day before at a sub 9:00 pace so I set off at a more reasonable rate of 9:20 for 4.3 miles. Slow, fast, slow, fast. There's a little spot that can hold your phone so you can stream YouTube. I watched Josh Bridges (Crossfit athlete/former Navy Seal) do one of his crazy workouts while I climbed to nowhere. The time flew by as the sweat was flying. 40 minutes for 4.3 miles The next leg in my triathlon was rowing. I looked over and saw both rowers were being used but as I was finishing up one of the guys must've sensed that a race was about to start and cleared off of his erg. Transition didn't take long. No fancy gear or shoes since I'm a rowing newbie. One quick wipe down of the handles. I latched in my feet and set off to row for 10 minutes. The guy next to me looked to know what he was doing so I tried to match his stroke until got too bored and then decided to do more intervals. One minute hard, one minute recover. It is such a great full body workout!! My arms are going to look amazing if summer ever gets here! 10 minutes for 2.1 km As soon as I got off of the rower I had no sooner wiped it down and took a step backwards and the guy rowing next to me did a farmer's blow to each side. OMFG! 🤢🤮 Seriously so disgusting. Right on the rower I was just using. Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwww!! Thankfully my triathlon had a break between the 2nd and 3rd legs. I took a quick shower and headed off to church. As soon as I got home the 3rd leg was starting. Amazing how I timed that! The 3rd leg was 1 mile elliptical repeats with 10 deadlifts and 10 back squats at 50 lbs after each mile. I added in the weights to make it harder because I know Dave will be upset that not one step of my entry was done outside. 3 miles in 30:50 (deadlifts/squat time not included) So there you go -- my Color Outside the Lines entry -- 1:20:50 for 4.3 climbing, 2.1 km rowing, 3 miles ellipticaling
  7. 7 points
    Two weeks ago, it rained Monday through Friday and I was over running in the rain. If you live within a 6 hour radius of Atlanta, you probably feel my pain. So. Over. The. Rain. I took my speed workouts to the treadmill and cranked it up to speeds that were close to what I had been running on the track. I noticed after my Tuesday workout I had a bit of soreness in my foot (the same one that wore a boot last year) and then again after my Thursday workout. I had one of my biggest training runs scheduled that Saturday and went in filled with trepidation. Running had been going so well since last August and I had just a few weeks left before toeing the line at Georgia Death Race, my goal race for the spring. I told Chantal and John I was a bit nervous about my foot as we climbed up and down Coosa and the DRT, but the off and on soreness was manageable and I was relieved when we made it to John's car parked at Skeenah Gap, 6.5 hours and over 7,000' of climbing later. However, the pain intensified through the evening and after texting with my coach, we decided it would be best to give it a few extra days rest. I ran again on Wednesday and it seemed to be okay enough. I finished up the rest of my workouts as planned for the week and ran 2 hours at Sawnee Mountain with Steve, who was visiting from Michigan. That evening, the soreness was back again and I was feeling really frustrated. My coach gave me a pep talk, filled my workout calendar with swimming and cycling, and I tried to keep from panicking. Somehow, the week off of running wasn't too bad and aside from the boredom factor, I was actually feeling good about giving my heart and lungs a good workout, but keeping my foot happy. As it got near to the end of the week, my foot was feeling better, but I was full of nerves wondering if I was going to mess something up by even running a few miles over the weekend. And I was signed up for a trail marathon with over 4,000' of elevation gain. After conferring with my coach, we ultimately decided that I could just do the 5.7 miles out and back in the beginning and pull the plug if it felt terrible or go up to 2 hours and just have a planned DNF. I was actually okay with the planned DNF. I thought I'd have more fear about it (and spoiler alert: maybe I did?), but it actually seemed like it was the right thing to do so I wouldn't ruin the rest of my spring. I stopped early at Hinson this past year and the sun still came up the next day so maybe somewhere in my head, I knew the only person that would even remotely care would be me. Thursday night, my plans came together thanks to Dan and I was going to be riding with him, Gary, and Jeremy on Friday. We all met at my house and Jeremy graciously made the drive to Charlotte in heavy traffic and rain. Everyone agreed on burgers at a place in downtown Charlotte and I wolfed mine down in minutes. Though I wasn't particularly tired, I managed to fall asleep somewhere between 9:30-10 and slept really well. We got to the starting area just after 7:00 a.m., picked up our bibs, and dropped off our food donations. I saw a few familiar faces like David, Jenster, and Laurie and got a few photos with friends before we got started. At the race start, a bunch of people took off down the fire road and I tried to settle into a comfy pace. I didn't have any dog in the fight and wanted to just run some miles without pain. After a week off of running, I felt really, really fresh. My legs were poppy and I felt like while I putting in some effort, I was also super comfortable. I cheered everyone on as we saw each other through the 2.8 mile turnaround and then started chatting with Kent who had been keeping nearly the same pace as me from the beginning. We had a few miles for me to briefly explain I had been contemplating bailing at the first aid station, but I was feeling so good (and pain free!) that I wanted to try to make it the 2 hours instead. We hopped onto the single track at mile 5.7 and I was surprised to find the next section very, very runnable. The miles ticked off and I barely looked at my watch. Kent and I talked about any and everything runners talk about it - races, running, family, jobs, etc. He was keeping the pace conversational and it was exactly what I needed. As we neared the 90 minute mark, I took a moment to try to text my coach to ask what I should do because I was feeling so well that I wanted to run more than 2 hours. Unfortunately, I didn't have any service and I kept checking every 10 minutes or so hoping I could get something to him quick. We came up to the 11.7 mile aid station at almost exactly 2 hours and I let the devil and angel on my shoulder hash it out as we grabbed aid. The smart, good, angelic runner would have dropped at the point and begged off a ride to the start. The dumb, bad, devilish runner prevailed and I guiltily felt like I stepped off the high-rise diving board as I knew this meant I was 99% committed to finish by opting to go on. There would still be a chance to drop at the other aid stations, but I knew it would tough to make that call. The next section to furthest aid station is considered one of the gnarliest. Sasquatch Summit is full of boulders and hand-over-hand climbs and is followed by the Soul Crusher, another gnarly climb with steep grades. I was loving this part of the race and all my vertical training made it seem really, really doable. When we got near the aid station around 17 miles, I was still in great spirits. Jeremy looked surprised to see me still running and gave me a double high-five and Dan, not surprised at all at my dumbassery, also gave me a high-five. I grabbed a pickle and a handful of chips and topped off my soft flask with a mix of Gatorade and water. Kent told me the next section was kind of boring and while I wasn't looking forward to boring, I was happy to be cruising comfortably and not in any pain. We got passed and passed people a fair amount in this section and added another runner to our caravan who is also running GDR (& Western States!), Brett. The three of us navigated to the last aid station together and then took off down the trail, fists full of pickles, Oreos, and chips. The mud was extra sloppy in the final miles, but I have been running in mud all winter. I just plodded right through it and laughed as splattered across my legs. The rain had held off, I was just a few miles from finishing a race I thought I'd DNF, and I was having so much fun just running happy. Even Hallucination Hill didn't phase me. I was just plodding along between Kent and Brett, yapping away and swapping stories (and maybe taking a few selfies). Brett decided to hammer out the last 2ish miles solo and took off towards the finish. Kent and I continued along and though our conversation quieted a bit, we still were in good spirits as we came into the final stretch. Once we saw day hikers and heard whizzing cars on the highway, we knew the finish line was close. I came in with the biggest smile, happy my devilish move paid off and that I could go home with my heart full. I gave Kent a fist bump and then swapped war stories briefly with Gary and Jeremy while we waited for just a short time for Dan to come in. Everyone was happy, exhausted, and caked in mud. The rest of the day sealed the deal on a really fun 32 hours. Some things will have to remain like they do in Vegas, but let's just say I'm never sorry to have another adventure to say remember that one time....
  8. 6 points
    February 2019 in Review Total mileage for the month: 245.0 Jan. 28-Feb. 3: 3 (2:06 strength training, 12:52 cross-training) Feb. 4-10: 30.3 (2:00 strength training, 8:10 cross-training) Feb. 11-17: 73.4 (1:57 strength training, 2:00 cross-training) Feb. 18-24: 85.6 (2:35 strength training) Feb. 25-March 3: projected at 90 if all goes as planned - peak week! It's important to look at these totals within the bigger picture; before the off/light weeks from Jan. 28-Feb. 10 I'd been running mileage in the 70s-80s for 2 months straight, and I have a history of that kind of mileage for about a year now. Normally one should never go from 3 to 30 to 73 and beyond! Frosting February! Races: Nope Workouts: Feb. 22 - 1 mile at tempo (6:16) within a 5 mile run...since workouts are what get me, I am either not running them or doing baby workouts for awhile! Feb. 26 - 3 mile at tempo in 6:20 via 6:24, 6:25, 6:12 (3.5 warm up, 3.8 cool down). Baby workout #2 down, and I never thought I'd be so happy to run 3 miles at 6:20 pace! This was actually the best workout I've run since my injury in September, and it was the first workout I felt good during since September also. When I attempted workouts in January, I was dying on every one, but I felt strong on this one even with 92 miles on my legs. While the pace isn't where I want to be, I am feeling a lot better about working to get back to where I want to be. This was only my fifth workout since September, and my first one in 5 weeks, so I think it could have been much worse! Doubles on Feb. 12, 13, 19, 21, 25, 26, 28. Strides on Feb. 14, 18, 20, 25. Favorite workout: I grew to really like strides this month, hah! But I was happy enough with the one workout I did on Feb. 26. Monthly KC meet up with Jessi Long Runs: Feb. 9 - 12 miles (8:08) solo with a 10:45 a.m. start. I'm done with negative and single digit temperatures so I waited until the windchill was "only" 10 degrees to start. When I left I told Jon I might run 3, I might run 6, or I might run 12. I ran 12. It was nice to be out in the sunshine but it also felt like I hadn't run double digits for 16 days (perhaps because I hadn't). My pace was slower than usual but miles are miles! Feb. 15 - 15 miles (7:41) for another episode of "running long a day early due to impending winter weather" -- I've done this a lot this winter. Ice was supposed to start coming down about 2 hours after I finished this run, and it was expected to be so bad that school canceled on Friday before there was even anything on the ground. Jack, a high schooler who has been training with our group, joined me for 5 miles in the middle, and the other 10 were by myself. I felt MUCH better than the previous week's long run, and was thankful for that! I started the run with the goal of going at least 12, so it was really nice to feel so good that I wanted to extend the distance. I probably would have gone farther if I hadn't had to get to work! I was able to run outside the weekend after this, but both days had to go in the afternoons because the roads were ice covered in the mornings (I ended up running 12.2 miles on Feb. 17, which we will call a medium long run). Feb. 23 - 20.2 miles (7:33). To make a long story short, once I began feeling good running again and was racking up mileage, I thought maybe I could run the Chisholm Trail Marathon after all (for about a month I'd decided I was definitely not running it). I figured if I felt good I could run 18 on this day, then a 20 and 22, then taper. I felt fantastic on this run and Rebecca was running a 20, so I went for it! Certainly not a standard marathon build, but I'd run an 18 in January so it wasn't that crazy. Favorite long run: The 20 obviously - because it was 20 and I felt amazing! More #frostingfebruary Amy & I had on matching shoes & headbands on this day, & it is daylight when we finish now! Highlights/thoughts/randomness: Check out my athlete page on the nuun website here! I took 8 days total off (plus another light week), between the end of January and beginning of February, for a tendon that scared me. While it was completely fine after those days, my confidence was not. I was suddenly terrified of running! My October-November calf injury was hard on me, but this little scare changed my outlook more. I had quite the difficult time trusting running for a bit, and kept worrying that it would hurt me. But at the same time I will always love it and I know that when it's good it's the best! A fellow runner said, "It's like an abusive relationship!", and you know, it kind of is... After that my resolution was to run for enjoyment/stress relief and not for training. I decided not to target any spring races, although that doesn't mean I won't jump in some for fun (e.g., the Chisholm Trail Marathon). I love to chase PRs, but I also want to run consistently and I am just not sure I can do both right now, based on my recent experience. Putting goal races on the schedule means I will train hard no matter what, and I don't think that's the best thing for me at the moment. I'm confident that taking those 8 days off recently saved me from needing 8 weeks off later, but during serious race focus mode I don't know if I'd have taken them. Not worrying about mileage and workouts on bad weather days definitely reduced my stress level! I didn't realize how anxious it was making me until I stopped following a training schedule and it was no longer an issue. I was also getting worried about how I'd feel on each run and whether I could run what I was "supposed" to in January, especially because I was feeling like crap. This month I just went into each day knowing that if the roads were bad I just wouldn't run, or if I felt like stopping after a few miles I'd just stop. Then I ended up running an awful lot of miles during the second half of the month, but it was because I felt like it, not because I "needed" to. On a related note, I set several rolling 7-day mileage PRs! Between Feb. 21-27, I ran 93.1 miles! On Feb. 19 my rolling 7 day total was 92.4, which was my first time over 90. Prior to that, on Feb. 17 my rolling 7 was 88.7, and on Feb. 15 it was 88.3 (both PRs at the time), so I'd been creeping up on 90 for a bit. I was really pumped about this milestone! It was actually a lot easier than most of the weeks I've done in the 80s because I didn't run any significant workouts, but my goal is to get comfortable with the mileage now and add true workouts starting in April (in March I will do a few more baby workouts). Whoop whoop! Bandit was skeptical about frosting February Life events: We dreamed of moving south! Albani did some fun Valentines crafting, and gave her "Valentine" at school a gift. She even asked me to curl her hair for school on Valentines day! We played a lot of Uno and read a lot indoors. I binge-watched Fuller House with my friend Amy while we put in hours of cross-training in her basement. It is as cheesy as expected but very addicting, especially if you watched the original Full House as a kid. I had a CARF survey at work, and my department did amazing, as did our whole company. Albani had some fun events - an Awana talent show, a Valentine's tea party with some friends, and a field trip to try out different band instruments (she is interested in the clarinet). Albani won 3rd place in our running club's 2018 Runners of the Year competition, and I won overall female. We picked up our awards this month. Valentines construction Finished product Jon jokingly locked her out in the (little) snow We love our running club! Honored Post-20 miler - Rebecca is running her first marathon in April! Books this month: Far From the Tree by Robin Benway The Lost Boy by Dave Pelzer Something Like Happy by Eva Woods A Man Named Dave by Dave Pelzer Christmas in Paris by Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb Winter Street by Elin Hilde Where'd You Go, Bernadette? by Maria Semple Three Things About Elise by Joanna Cannon The Stranger in the Woods by Christopher Knight Surprise Me by Sophie Kinsella Theme of the month: Recovering. I had the tendon scare, but I also had to dig myself out of a hole that started with a rainy 33* (22* windchill) 18 miler on Jan. 12 (advice: do not run 18 miles in cold rain). A sleet/rain/wind 10 miler the following week made it worse, and then a workout in feels like 2* on Jan. 21 really put the icing on the cake. I pretty much felt like crap from Jan. 22 through Feb. 12, but after that the pep in my step started returning, and the end of the month went pretty well. I didn't realize quite how terrible I'd felt until I started feeling good again. I was SO thankful for each good run after that. Hopefully someday I will return to PR fitness, but I'll embrace running regardless!
  9. 6 points
    I’ve been holding out on switching from the full to the half at New Jersey. But why? I think I was trying to give myself one last hoorah before I call it quits on long distance running (for a while). I also let it float into my mind that I shouldn’t be travelling so far to just run a half marathon (even though I’ve been doing it the past three years for Rehoboth!). Obviously, I haven’t fully embraced the JFR status yet. I’m not allowing myself to just go ahead and do it. Deciding to go to New Jersey was more than just about running a marathon. It was to hang out with other cool runners and see that part of the country – and to run, of course. I’ve never been there and have never been to NYC! My dad’s family is actually from Uniondale, NY; they moved to NC when my dad was 12. A couple weeks ago, it appeared that my shin splints were coming back; this caused me to become cautious with how far/much I was running. Now that isn’t JFRing, is it? Being cautious has decreased my running mojo and I haven’t ran since Thursday – haven’t done anything else either. I did go back to NC over the weekend, for my grandmother’s birthday, and expected not to do anything anyway. So, to kick this JFR thing into full gear I need to pull the trigger on dropping down. (Some of you may be getting tired of reading about JFR, well… I’m getting tired of your FACE. J/K!) I know as soon as I do that, I’ll mentally feel much better and a big weight will be lifted. I like the 13.1 t-shirt better anyway! I have enough black t-shirts. That blue though! Oh, I do have a little ol’ trail race coming up that I signed up for because I was to have 20 miles on the training plan to run that weekend. I’m still doing it. I’m running the 30K option. Moab, baby! March 23rd
  10. 5 points
    Flashback to the end of September 2018 (from memory): There’s a local 5K in the town by our house held by the high school every year. It’s a great race, we live within walking distance the start and finish, it’s reasonably priced, and supports a scholarship for a local high school student, so no excuse not to run really. Side note - the bakery in town provides cupcakes as prizes to the age group winners – best award EVER! This year it was 4 weeks after I was cleared to run- about 10 weeks after DD was born. DH said he would join me and push DD in the stroller, which kept me from trying to race…probably a smart thing. It’s the only organized race I have ever been able to convince him to do, plus, he joined me in the ice cream mental recovery 😊, so no time goal, but I wanted to run the entire thing. We started towards the back of the crowd and took off at a nice semi-easy pace. DD slept for the entire time, waking up at the finish, so I think she enjoyed it! The up hills got a little difficult, but we maintained pace. DH, not having run anything in over a year, and not used to running with the stroller, struggled a bit, which was too be expected, but I’m proud of him for not stopping. I felt pretty good, but I didn’t have the stroller. We finished in under 31 minutes, just under a 10 min/mile pace. Awesome for both of us! 😊 AND a very enjoyable run with the entire family!! No cupcake for me this year, but I hope to get back there again for 2019. (DH did stop by the bakery to surprise me with a purchased one though – Yum!) DD’s first 5K:
  11. 5 points
    I’m Back…running/training again that is! And hopefully as a more active member of this community. I wrote this entry back in September 2018 and never posted it, not sure why, but I think I got distracted by running/walking and taking care of my new little girl. We have been blessed with a fun-loving, smiley little girl that is laid-back, but constantly moving, and very easy to keep happy. I absolutely love being the mom of this wonderful girl! Sept 2018 - I am preparing myself for the hard work of coming back to running and racing. It’s exciting and slightly scary at the same time. Trying to draft a plan in my head has been difficult, along with trying to figure out logistics with a baby. Let’s backtrack first. I ran my last mile at 33 weeks pregnant, which was back in May. My body just didn’t want to run any more, but I did continue to walk every day until 39 weeks. Our little girl was born mid-July (39 weeks, 4 days). A very looonnnngggg hard labor, but that’s a separate story with little relevance to running, except that I might be better at endurance now than before. 😉 Side note- delivering a baby is nothing like running a marathon. For me at least, the marathon is much less painful. For some reason I thought that running a marathon would prepare me for labor, but I was so wrong – Ha! There was nothing very notable about my recovery. I did eat a large (notable) amount of ice cream… good for mental recovery, maybe not so much the physical. 😀 I just rested a lot and did not try to do any strenuous exercise until the 6-week, “your back to being a normal person” check-up with my doctor. I was cleared to resume all activity at that appointment. Yay, running could commence! The week of the appointment I started walking harder and throwing a few “I’ll just jog for the distance between those 2-3 mailboxes” in the middle of the walks. Everything felt okay, but not great. I was curious to get a baseline of where I was starting from before doing too much running, so the first chance I got, which was almost 7 weeks postpartum. I set out to run one mile as fast as I could. There’s a housing development by my house that has a perfect half mile loop, with about a 20-foot change in elevation. I took off starting on the downhill at what I perceived was a hard, but not all-out effort. I looked down at my watch and was pleasantly surprised to see a low 7:XX on the pace readout! I then hit the flat section and the uphill and that pace quickly slowed, and the effort became "all-out." The second lap I was able to maintain a consistent speed for the entire lap, but it was significantly slower than the first, and I was on to the edge of losing my breakfast on the slight incline at the end of the loop. Overall, I finished the mile in 7:59, which was better than I expected, but it felt incredibly difficult. (Pre-pregnancy I did a 7:19 min/mile 10K). I would not have been able to run much farther at a similar speed, and the next day my muscles let me know that they were not prepared for the run, but I am happy with where I am at. Summary of week 1 Sunday – 1 mile time trial – 7:59 Monday – no running, a mile walk to breakfast and a 2 mile walk in the evening Tuesday- 1.6 mile lunch walk, 1 mile run at 9:20 average pace speeding up over the distance followed by 1.6 miles walking Wednesday – evening walk, with intermittent random distance easy jogs at conversational pace Thoughts- coming back from very little is difficult. The heat and humidity (heat index over 100 Monday-Thursday) doesn’t help either. Once I get up to a 2 mile straight run, I think I will try to develop a more structured plan, but for now I’m winging it based on how I feel, but just not increasing anything too rapidly. -END- I have another bloop already written from October 2018. I then plan on posting the short version of what happened between October 2018 and March 2019, followed by training updates and random running thoughts now.
  12. 5 points
    Inspired by all the recent posts, I thought I'd do a quick write-up about my Snowbuster "Race". I'm at work and basically buried in looming deadlines, but what the heck?!! The only other time I did the Snowbuster was 2017. I did that one as part of a 14 mile run that was primarily with my running group. Two years ago, I was routinely running longer than most of them, so the first half was with the group and eventually I was alone toward the end. I just made a point of noting my 13.1 time. I didn't really do it as a race. I didn't this year either. My plan called for a 20 mile run easy with the last two at between 5k and 10K pace. I'm in the home stretch of training for the Carmel Marathon on March 30. It will be my second marathon. The last one was Marshall in November. I was going to do Carmel last year, but ended up with Achilles tendinitis right around the start of February. I've made it a month longer this time (fingers crossed) and I've got about 100 more miles in the books at this point than I did for Marshall. With the crazy weather this year, I've had to adjust my long run each weekend to avoid the typical upper 30 degree steady rain we seem to get each weekend. The weekend before, I set another new distance PR on the treadmill - 16 miles. I don't think I can do much farther than that. It's too repetitive for my legs. So Saturday was supposed to be kind of decent. 30 degrees in the morning warming to maybe the low 40s by the afternoon. The forecast for Sunday was a winter weather advisory. Easy choice! I'm not really a morning runner anyway, so I decided to shoot for early afternoon. My Kentucky Wildcats were playing a big basketball game at 2PM, so since I was going to be running about 3 hours, I figured I could start a little before tip-off, listen to pre-game, game and post-game to get me through. More on that later. Spent the morning doing chores around the house, hydrating, eating lunch early at 10:30 and doing my PT stretches that I continue to do after the Achilles thing last year. Got my stuff together and headed out at 1:30. I was wearing shorts, long sleeve running shirt with a short sleeve shirt over it, gloves and a buff on my head. I promptly went back inside, lost the short sleeve and replaced it with a light jacket. Plan was to run with my handheld bottle around my neighborhood (for those on Strava, I'm sure you think I'm a wacko for doing so many miles in a small neighborhood. You might be right). I was going to sip Tailwind at each mile for the first hour or so and then stop at my house for a quick gel, electrolyte tab and a splash of Powerade (that's what they have at the Carmel water stations so I'm getting used to it) every 45 minutes after that. I started out with the pace around 9:15 or so in the beginning doing the neighborhood laps and listening to the game. I'd slow to a walk for a few steps at the start of each mile and take a sip. I can't drink while I'm running and it only slows you down for a second or two that you can make right up. I was kind of in a groove and wasn't going through the tailwind very fast and I actually just kept going without stopping back at the house for 13.5 miles or so. The pace crept a little faster as I went along, but I did a good job of keeping it just above 9:00. Took the quick pit stop at 13.5 and headed back out. The basketball game was going badly.....very badly. I stopped again at a little over 17 for a splash and go and clicked my mp3 player from radio to my music. I figured I could use the uptempo stuff for my final 2 quick miles. At mile 18, I picked up the pace. I managed to get that one done pretty close to my target. It was 7:28. If you've never tried to do a couple of fast-for-you miles at the end of a long run, you should give it a try. I think it will help at the end of the marathon. I ended up backing off a little bit on the second mile. I had the lungs, energy, etc., but my hamstring felt really tight like it might cramp. I'd back off a touch and then speed back up until it felt like it was going to cramp again. That one came in at 7:55. A little disappointing, but over all that was probably my best 20 miler in terms of how I felt. I've only done 5 or 6 of them, so I don't have a lot to compare to, though. Here's a link to the run on Strava. If you want, you can zoom in real close and see just how many laps I really did. Or maybe don't so you don't start suspecting I'm insane. https://www.strava.com/activities/2186981359 Took a picture/selfie before I started, but it looks dumb so I'm not posting it. Do we get bonus Snowbuster points for actually blogging about it?
  13. 5 points
    I’m down to my last pair of Saucony Triumphs 3’s. Since last year was a bust I still was hoarding a couple pairs at the beginning of last year because the Triumph 4’s were TRASH. Luckily the 5’s are a better iteration, so while I’ll be disappointed I won’t have another pair, I’m comfortable with the 5’s being the new go to shoe after my last pair of 3’s cross the rainbow bridge. I could tell you how much I loved the 3’s but why take my word for it? “Fact. These are running shoes.” ~ Dwight Schrute “I was once in love with a man who bought a trunk full of these. Who am I kidding, I still am. He wouldn’t get rid of his cat and here I am.....married to the guy who played Jim on the NBC hit The Office. Regrets, I have some.” ~ Emily Blunt “These shoes made make me feel like I could’ve made it through a third term. Yes we can!” ~ President Barack Obama “I once outran a very hungry T-Rex in a pair of Saucony Triumph 3’s. The lawyer, in the suit with shorts? Yeah, let’s not talk about that.” Dr. Ian Malcolm “Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope Bop ba bodda bope Be bop ba bodda bope Bop ba bodda Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope Bop ba bodda bope Be bop ba bodda bope Bop ba bodda bope” ~ The Scatman “These shoes definitely belong to house Hufflepuff.” ~ JK Rowling “‘‘Tis the shoe that sends electric impulses through thy loins.” Ghost of Benjamin Franklin “You get a Triumph 3! You get a Triumph 3! You get a Triumph 3!” ~ the really friendly, but inebriated clerk at Fleet Feet who got canned after just 30 minutes on the job for attempting to give away free shoes. She will be missed. “I done accidentally put them shoes on of yours and Boy Howdy! Them are damn comfy!!!” ~ Harold P. Ketchum from my bowling team the other night after Tuesday night league play.
  14. 5 points
    I go to a local run club on occasion, however, I haven’t been in months. In fact, the last time I went was November 29th! Wowza! I hadn’t realized it’d been that long until I searched for the last one on Strava. I typically run alone unless I go to run club or if I get to runch with my gal pals at work on Fridays. I enjoy getting to share some run time with others and am grateful when it happens. The Denver Milk Market and bRUNch Running have teamed up to host a fun brunch run the last Sunday of each month from the Milk Market. This MM is freakin’ awesome and has a bunch of different trendy restaurants to choose from. These are popping up all over the place here in Denver – I think this is the third or fourth one. Anywho, it’s free to run and you get a free drink coupon – basically you get vodka and get to choose what you have it with (Bloody Mary, screwdriver, mimosa, etc.). I’m assuming you could even get a shot if you wanted. I went to said run yesterday, for the first time, and there was lots of people watching opportunities – lots of characters to take note of: The mid-drift shirt in 30° weather and WAY too much makeup girls The folks that felt the need to bring water bottles to run 5K There’s always the ones that wear giant jackets and end up taking them off two minutes after they start running Guy in the American flag SUPER short, sluttie slutties (shorts). He is actually a run club regular in my other group and wears that same outfit almost every time. A handful of folks from my other run club! The gal that almost ran me over with her double stroller (but, GO MOM!) Nonetheless, all of these characters were out there running and enjoying the beautiful, brisk morning! It was a bit chilly but warmed up within the first half mile. While slow going, it was great to chat with my friends – married couple, Ashley and Tim, and Jess. I had classes with Jess at CU Denver and we’ve been friends since – we actually both work on campus now and she was also in the military. She also just started coming to spin class as the wellness center on Wednesdays! Ashley was my first friend here, who my BFF Erin introduced me to – they grew up together. Ashley and Jess also know each other from school so we’re all familiar! Love these gals! (Jess, Ashley, and myself) Behind us is the Moo Bar I ordered some OJ to go with my vodka, and also got some chicken and waffles. It was outstanding! The MM is just the coolest and I highly recommend it if you’re ever in the area. I plan to try to go to this run each month! Of course there’s a picture. I’m not a dick. Or maybe I am – for showing this deliciousness to you but not being able to offer you any…
  15. 4 points
    My brother, Kevin, has three amazing kids: Kolby (8), Kortney (6), and Kacey (2). I am extremely close with them and treat them like they are my own kids. From what I can tell, they absolutely adore me as well and it is such a great feeling. Not only do I always want to be their “cool” aunt but I also want to be their favorite aunt (I have four others to compete with and I’m also the oldest!). Even though I’m older than their other aunts and I’m older than their dad, they think I’m a teenager. It’s the cutest! When it isn’t cute is when they want me to constantly run around the yard with them, jump on the trampoline, and play hide-and-go-seek. Like I can handle all that anymore! Haha! At least they want me to do all those things with them. Among our favorite things to do together (with the two oldest, for now) is run hill repeats on the road right outside my brother’s house. The next best thing is playing at the creek when it’s warm enough. I have a history with that little stretch of road. When I was a kid, it was gravel. We would go to the top of the hill and FLY down on our bikes. Then, when we got to the bottom, we’d use those sweet breaks that bikes use to have using the pedals to slide along the gravel. Are there still bikes with those breaks? However, sometimes we would wreck and that is where most* of the scars on my legs/knees came from. I’d come in the house crying with blood running down my legs and bits of gravel protruding from the wounds. I had a love/hate relationship with hydrogen peroxide. I thought it was cool how it’d turn white and bubble up when you poured it in a wound. BUT, we all know what it feels like. OUCH. *The biggest scar I have on one of my legs came from when I played on a softball team when I was stationed in England. Some of the infields of certain fields would be completely grass. I was stoopid enough to try to slide for a base on one of those grassy fields and it took the skin COMPLETELY off my leg in about a 6″x 3″ patch! It took forever to heal and I had to sleep with my leg outside the covers for months. It looked SO GROSS before it healed. Fortunately for you all, I’m not sure where that picture is anymore. You can barely see the scar anymore because it’s faded quite a bit. At some point they put some kind of tar on the road but it wasn’t completely a hard-top. Then they eventually paved it – it looks like a normal road nowadays. That view use to look much different, including the garden and fruit trees that use to be in the yard! Even though I played some sports in school, my brother never did. He has always been very athletic, but my mom couldn’t afford for us to do sports. I think now that he has kids, my brother wants to ensure they have every opportunity to be as involved in sports as they want to be. I don’t know how he does it sometimes. Kolby is in baseball, football, and wrestling; Kortney plays t-ball and cheers. I have a feeling that Kortney will get into cheering and just do that eventually. Kolby is a rock star. He is good and usually the best on his team – in EVERY sport! He just started wrestling this year and was undefeated! I’m bummed I didn’t get to see any matches and I never get to watch his games – I do make it to practices, occasionally. Kolby and Kevin That’s Kortney with her glove up. She’s gonna be tall like me! Kolby LOVES to run with me and always begs me to let him run with me when I’m back home. I was there all of last week and he ran hill repeats with me. I had it in my head that I would do eight repeats and didn’t care what mileage that was. Kolby started out with me and was right beside me most of the time. At times, he would take a quick break at the top of the hill but would catch up to me on the downhill. On the start of one of the inclines, Kolby shouts, “Aunt Lulu*! I think I broke my rib! It hurts really bad – but I can press in on it and it stops hurting!” *My grandfather use to call me Lulu which led to everyone else in my mom’s family calling me Lulu. I’m not sure where he got it from. I love it when the kids call me it because before they are able to correctly pronounce it, it comes out Wuwu. My uncle and cousin call me Ruru so it has many pronunciations, haha! My mom’s family is big on nicknames and I love it. My mom is Chock (and we like to say Chock-a-locka), brother is Urkel (yes, after Steve Urkel because he use to make the, “Did I do that?” impressions and pull his pants up! You’re welcome, Kev!), and my uncle is Beezle. I have no clue where some of these names came from but I love it. It made me smile just typing that out. Back to Kolby – poor thing had a side stitch! I had to explain to him what that was and that they would come and go AND it wouldn’t’ be the last one he’d ever have. Although I felt really bad for him, it was the cutest thing. Throughout, I kept telling him, “You’ve done a mile!” “There’s two miles!” When we finished the eight repeats, I told him what a great job he had done and that we almost ran three miles! Kolby then says, “Almost three miles? How much more do we need to get to three miles? Can we do that?” I was amazed and so proud that he wanted to keep going, so up the hill we went! He was breathing heavy, his cheeks bright red (I think that runs in the family!), and he was wanting water, but he was so proud of running THREE WHOLE MILES! He ran into the house telling everyone what he’d done and then told some kids at school about it the next day. I’m gonna have to get that kid to run a race with me sometime soon! Muhuhahahahaaaa….. <hamster wheel is turning> These kids are going to be great athletes and it’s going to be a blast to see it happen. I hope there comes a time in the near future that I can be at their games. Hopefully they also think of me as their aunt that loves sports and running, and will come to me for advice. It’s gonna be fun!
  16. 4 points
    https://ocrunnergirl.wordpress.com/2019/03/19/united-airlines-nyc-1-2-marathon/ or united-airlines-nyc-1-2-marathon
  17. 4 points
    When what you love doing becomes not fun anymore, you should take a step back and assess the situation, right? That is what I’ve decided to do with running, except the step back isn’t to not run at all but to just have fun with running again. Circa 2011 – North Carolina The thought of taking a step back or easing off scared the shit out of me. It wasn’t long ago that I started running consistently again. It was the end of 2017 and it feels just like yesterday. It was a dark time for me. Probably a lot less dark than the dark times of others, but was one of the darkest for me. I lost myself. I lost myself to the point of not knowing if I’d find me again. That’s some scary shit, folks. Since then, any major bumps that I’ve had have jolted me a bit. The love of running isn’t a straight or narrow path (Thank You, Jesus! Ok, sometimes it’s a VERY narrow trail ) and I need to remember that when those bumps happen – not get scared by them. At least I have people in my life that can help me get through any really tough business that I may come across this time. I’m officially running the 13.1 in New Jersey (I made the switch just after publishing my last post), and I’m ready to let the JFRing fully begin! Additionally, I had to take some unexpected time off last week because my grandfather passed away. Because of that and some other factors, I am NOT running the 30K in Moab this weekend. This will also be the second time I signed up for and missed this 30K, so I’m taking that as a sign that I shouldn’t do the race ever. Since I still need a March race, I’m going to sign up for a local 5K for March 30 whose proceeds go towards an autism awareness program.
  18. 4 points
    No more weird heart rate episodes this week. I'm going to call BS on Garmin for showing that during my Snowbuster. Looking back a few weeks I see little spikes like that sometimes in a run, just never for more than a second or two. I'll keep an eye on it. Anyway, afterwards, there were a few days of really nasty cold and wind, so I just didn't run. Stairs on Monday, strength on Tuesday. It was borderline on Wednesday and I was deciding whether another session on the stairs was on tap or if I was going to brave the cold when Mrs. Dave called and told me about the dress. As you know, Big Mac's wedding is coming up in about five weeks now, and the hunt has been on for a suitable mother of the bride outfit. But she doesn't want to look matronly. I don't know where the line between hot and matronly is, so I pretty much leave all this to her, except when she corners me and demands an opinion. This is completely unfair, but I do my best. There was this one she found at JCPenny a couple of weeks ago that she really liked. Unfortunately, it was one size too large. Don't even get me started on women's dress sizes. Back to last Wednesday - this multi-week quest had led her to every JCP location in the greater Detroit area (why this big company can't have their inventory in a central computer system that you can check from your home like Kohl's or a billion other retailers, I also don't know). Finally, she found the dress in the right size...but the wrong color. Undaunted by the archaic JCP IT infrastructure, Mrs. Dave and her new best friend working the counter that day went old school. The telephone. They called pretty much every store within a 200 mile radius of L-town. Michigan. Ohio. Then they struck gold (or rather, struck navy, which was the magic color). There was a store with the right dress in the right color in the right size. In Mishawaka, Indiana. About now you're asking yourself, "Where the hell is Mishawaka, Indiana?" I know this because that's the same question I asked myself. Well, let me tell you. From my house, it's 180 or so highway miles to the west-south west, just a couple of miles away from Notre Dame University. So of course there's a mall and of course there's a Penny's and of course driving there and back is how I spent my Wednesday evening last week. Nearly 3 hours one-way. We spent more in gas money than the dress cost, but it's for the wedding and we're the bride's parents, so it's all reasonable. Of course you'd do the same. Thursday was still pretty cold but not as windy, so I hit the streets for 7 miles. Friday was supposed to be 8 miles, but I had a previous commitment and shortened it to 4 so I could at least get something. Saturday's long run was 10 (plan had 8). Curious how that was going to go since my last long run was the disaster that was my Snowbuster. Suppose now that the miles are getting longer, it's time to be a little more careful with the pace. Saturday morning was almost beautiful and we were expecting it to get close to 50 in the afternoon. I decided to wait until then for the run. Sadly, 50 never happened. Neither did 40 and it got windy as well, so it wasn't the best weather I've had. Still, not terrible and the ten miles went by a lot easier than the 13.1 from last week. Felt good all the way in. The snow is mostly gone except for a few shady places. Yesterday was an easy 6 that was pretty easy. I can feel spring trying to break through. Seven today and eight tomorrow. I should be at 50 miles this week, but I don't think that'll happen. Thursday has some plans I'm not interested in but will have to go anyway, so I'll lose ten miles there. Saturday is a 14-er, and ought to give me 40-ish for the week. Feeling pretty good, too.
  19. 4 points
    I've already got Boston on my weather app. Spring is coming, right? So, six weeks sounds pretty close. Still plenty of time to get in better shape though (thank God). I've got three more heavy weeks planned and a gradual taper. So far I have been able to stick to my plan. Haven't missed any runs yet. No real injuries to derail me. Just the usual aches, pains and constant fatigue. Last night I slept ten hours. It was wonderful. So, let's see. A week ago I was supposed to do 17. I met up with the Saturday group run, which is normally 10-11 miles in the hills. I planned to add some miles at the end after taking advantage of the camaraderie for a while. I ran with a couple of friends who kept pushing the pace just a bit faster than I was comfortable with. After three miles I let them slip ahead because I was working too hard for long run day. I was sucking wind and feeling pretty demoralized so I took a walk break. It was frustrating, but my attitude was one of just keep plugging at whatever pace and get the miles in. As I restarted at an easier pace I started to feel better. I skipped a section so that I could meet back up with the group a little later. By then I felt the mojo returning and was able to run with them the rest of the way. We added some miles at the turnaround, some trails along the cliffs above the Pacific Ocean on a gorgeous day. It was splendiferous. The pace was reasonable and we took some more walk breaks later and by the time we finished at 14.6 miles I figured that was enough for today. Instead I added miles to Sunday's run. I figured Sunday to be rough after that effort, but the legs surprised me and had a little spark left. I did 8.6 miles at my usual pace and finished the 47 mile week confident! Maybe I can do this! The left knee pain is not going away, but it's not getting worse either. It settles into a constant ache. Lately the right ankle/achilles has been the problem - feeling weak when I push off it. Tuesday was 9 miles where I just plodded along and again the pace was disappointing and the right leg was letting me down. Wednesday I was looking forward to a track workout or mile repeats on the track, but the track was closed due to a lacrosse game, so there was no group workout. Instead I went home and did 4x1 by myself along the beach again. Felt even worse than last week with the leg feeling weak and I couldn't get any speed going. I just did what I could, which was 7:44 for the first two, and then 7:20, 7:24 for the second two. With very little rest. The legs did start to feel better after I warmed up, so at least that was a little encouraging. The plan was an easy six Friday and then 18 on Saturday. But a forecast for heavy rain and winds on Saturday made me switch those up and do 18 on Friday. I skipped the woodchips and just did a straight out and back along the beach. And I felt pretty good! Not fantastic, but I kept a nice steady pace and the legs behaved. Again, the right leg felt off, but after about five miles it seemed to loosen up and feel normal. The knee doesn't really bother me. The pain is just there. By the last six miles, all the other fatigue-related pains are all that I'm feeling - sore muscles mainly. Tight hamstrings, etc. I clipped along in the 8:20s and then the 8:10s until the last three miles where I faded a bit to the 8:30s. Pretty wiped out by the end, but definitely happy to still be on track. The idea of 8 more is terrifying, but that's true every time. I'll count that as my snowbuster entry, even though I wasn't racing it. 2:31:05 for 18 miles. The next day I dragged my tired legs out for six, and it wasn't too bad. It was fun to run in the rain at 8:45 pace for six miles. Another week done. This coming week is a big one with 54 miles topped off with a 20 on Sunday. It's mostly gravy after that. Life is good.
  20. 4 points
    2-11-19 If Jen and Angie were not coming into my hometown to pace a half marathon, I would have never found myself at the start of the Suwanee Half Marathon on Sunday morning. They both signed up to pace in 2018 when I was freshly out of the boot and unsure of my running future. Sidenote: Jen ran a 100 miler the prior weekend. Angie ran a 100 miler 3 weeks ago. Both had run races already since! My friends are badasses. The weekend snuck up on me and I realized as it got close, I needed to touch base with my coach about running it. A road half marathon is not particularly ideal in the midst of training for a vertically insane trail ultra, but it could serve as a good workout nonetheless. I was going to be spending the morning with Jen & Angie anyway, so I might as well race and get some miles in. He was on board and told me to run the first 10 miles easy and the last 5K at 10K pace. Recovery from the 50K seemed to be going well at first. I took most of the week off of running following the race, just doing some easy walking as part of active recovery. But the whole week after that just felt kind of off. I blame hormones, not-quite-recovered-from-a-50k, and pollen in that order. All of it left me with a really negative mindset all week. At the starting line on Sunday, I should have felt pumped to come full circle after spending last’s race standing on the sidelines in a boot. But, I was just swarming with negative thoughts. I had psyched myself out of wanting it to be enjoyable in any capacity. I should have been excited to test my fitness and possibly snag a PR as I’d run faster half marathons in full marathons! Instead, I was feeling dehydrated, battling cramps, and just generally blah. My original plan was to stay with the 1:40 pacer through 10 miles and then press on the gas. However, in talking with the 1:40 pacer while Jen & Angie were getting their pacing sign, I became skeptical of his tactics and decided to just do my own thing. I did a short warm-up in the parking lot - just 5 minutes or so and then waited a few more minutes for the gun to go off. I was pretty close to the start line which felt really strange in a road race. Keith was running too (bunch of ultra weirdos on the road, watch out!) and it was good to see another familiar face. We took off with the lead pack and were diverted the wrong way about 300 meters into the race. The lead bike made a left turn when we were supposed to go straight and the swarm of runners gummed up the edge of the sidewalk. It was only about 10 seconds in the wrong direction, but it added to my already funky mental game. After getting back on course, we ran down a hilly residential street before popping out onto Peachtree Industrial. It was cool and windy, but I tucked in behind a few people and was just happy it wasn’t hot. I forgot my Mighty charger at work and hadn’t charged it prior to the race so it was not surprising that it crapped out by the 3rd mile. Goodbye motivational mix…. We turned onto Tench and then Brogdon and the field really started to separate by mile 4. Then, I was back and forth with a few other runners as we tackled the hills leading into George Pierce Park. I’d chuckle to myself as I came to a hill thinking about how if this was a trail race, I’d just walk. But alas, it was not, and I had to shorten my stride and work to not lose too much time climbing. Once we got along the Greenway sections, I started to feel a little better with the more even terrain. Plus, I realized I was perking up with each water station - apparently, I was pretty dehydrated. I brought along a Clif gel to take somewhere mid-race and decided to slurp it down near the halfway point. When Adam and I first moved into our house, I used to run at the Suwanee Greenway all the time. It was my bread & butter 7-mile route. So, I knew all the of things to expect - the up and down near the covered bridge, the zigzag to McGinnis Ferry, and the switchbacks near the park. In some ways this was good because I knew to conserve, but in other ways, I was dreading what was to come. I passed a couple of guys in this middle section as I clipped off some lower 7s and hoped that it wouldn’t come back to haunt me in the end. As we neared the turnaround near mile 10, I could start to see the leaders. The male leader was waaaaay out front by at least a mile, but then the next few runners seemed to come at regular intervals. I saw there were 2 women ahead of me and 6 men. With 5K left to go, I didn’t feel like I had much left extra to give other than the pace I was holding so I just tried to maintain as much as possible and not give any back. As I doubled-back myself, other runners (especially other women!), started shouting that I was the 3rd female. I berated myself for not smiling back more when they were clearly cheering me on. The funk just would not shake! I saw Jen & Angie and gave them high fives and that lifted my spirits a bit. From then on, I had just 2 miles left and so I just tried to just tell myself I could hold on for 15 more minutes. At that point, I really wasn’t thinking about a race PR or my own placement. Once I came off the Greenway and headed up the last hill to the finish, I felt spent. Somehow my final kick shows a 6:35 pace, but I swear I felt like I just dragged myself in. There was no celebratory finish chute feel. Just happy that it was over with. At first, I was pissed at myself for not being happier about my “PR” or my 3rd OA female standing. And for racing with such a negative mindspace. It just wasn’t like me! But in retrospect, I am glad that it all happened. Sometimes it needs to be hard to make me appreciate the easy. Sometimes I need to know I can get through a race that doesn’t go my way or I don’t feel great or that my head is in the right place. In this case, I just trusted my legs to do the work while I battled with my head. And I should be so happy that nothing felt painful or bad, I just wasn’t happy with myself. If you’ve been running or racing long enough, maybe you relate. I’ve had this happen before - Boston 2016 comes immediately to mind. Its part of the process and I’ll be stronger for it the next time. And no doubt, there will be a next time. It’s about recognizing it, finishing what I’ve started, and not letting it be a defining moment. A few hours later, brunching with Jen, Angie, & Adam, it didn’t matter at all.
  21. 3 points
    Hey Loopsters! It's been a while, but I wrote this one because I had an epiphany (?) of sorts. I don't want to overshare with weekly updates and whatnot, but I thought this one might be useful to somebody out there. Hey, hey hey! After last Sunday’s half marathon (read about it here, if you like), I’ve had some thoughts about how it went and what I might have learned from it. There are lessons to be learned from so many races that we run, both the good and the bad (probably the ugly too). I’ll share these thoughts with you runners out there and hope that they help. Running Shamrock was a total surprise. I wasn’t aware that I’d be running it until less than a week until race day. The next half marathon on my actual schedule is the Kentucky Derby Festival Mini on April 27th. To be honest, I haven’t REALLY been training for it anyway. I made a training plan, only to not stick to it AT ALL. I think it’s a combo of my injury and the winter, but I just haven’t had “the drive” in me for a while. It’s that and I’ve been enjoying myself too much just running to run. The plan for Shamrock was that I didn’t have a plan. I just started running. After the first mile, my watch told me I’d run a 7:00 mile. As you can see, the first 4 miles were all right at 7:00/mile or so. Here’s what’s crazy to me. I hadn’t run 4 miles straight at that pace since October (I had to look it up). I can’t speak for everyone, but I think that we often worry about getting out of shape quickly, or that we need to work hard to maintain a certain level of fitness. I’m starting to believe that maybe it’s just the mind that gets out of shape quickly. I’ve been running and racing for 10 years now. I’ve ramped up and I’ve wound down, so many times that I can’t count. Sometimes we are confident in our fitness and in our training, and we decide to go for that PR. Other times, our feet drag and we feel like we’re working WAY harder than the pace would have us think we should. Don’t get me wrong, training hard and putting in the work pays off and slacking can hurt performance, but maybe it isn’t as critical as we believe it to be. Other than some unfortunate potty stops, I strung together quite a few fast miles for a guy that hadn’t been running long or running fast. My body remembered how to run fast miles. My mind just had to give it a chance to prove that.
  22. 3 points
    Sure, but Mrs. Dave is VERY anxious about this dress. Obsessively so. I can't describe to you the over-the-top nature of her concern. They estimated TWO WEEKS to ship - too long. And she didn't even believe that it was truly the same dress until we were actually in the store, holding it in her hands after trying it on.
  23. 3 points
    If I live to run a billion miles, I'm certain I'll never make real, honest and education assumptions about what pace I should run on a given race day. Generally, I'm almost adequate with the easy run, taking off and adjusting how fast I go to get through the miles I have planned. For racing? Not so much. I really enjoyed the first half of this winter of 2018-19. Nice weather, no snow to speak of. But the old man recovered his mojo for the second half and has pretty much destroyed the slow progress I was making at the rest of my comeback for spring. I was near 30 mpw in the third week of January. My vow to not go all Bacon-y this year hadn't hurt my numbers at all. Since the 21th of that month, my mileage as been like this: 1/21-27 - 6 miles (1 run) 1/28-2/3 - 9 miles (1 run) 2/4-10 - 22 miles (4 runs, LR 6.1) 2/11-17 - 5 miles (1 run) 2/18-24 - 26 miles (4 runs, LR 10) 2/25-3/1 - 18 miles (3 runs) Surely I'm not the only one. Now, a rational person would never look at that mileage build up and dream of running 13.1 miles at anything above a trot. Not this old guy. After all, a good portion of those miles have been under 8:30, including that 10-miler the weekend before the Snowbuster. Ha! For a race, I'll just take my best time for any single mile in the last 6 weeks and try running that pace for two hours. What could possibly go wrong? The weather wasn't really promising - frigid in the morning, snow coming from just after sunrise to late in the afternoon. Then warmer, though - mid-30s! I thought long and hard about waiting for those PM above-freezing hours. But in the end, with a hunt for a new suit for Big Mac's wedding still ongoing, I went early to be done before Mrs. Dave was available to guide me through the malls (as a rule, I don't do malls). So, it was 8:15 or thereabouts. 22o, but at least there was no wind, and no snow yet. Would the snow be busted? Since this was a race, I decided to actually warm up, jogging out of the neighborhood and along the front of the park. The ParkRun dude was out, setting up his cones for the weekly 5K. I didn't think they did this until spring. Anyway, I took off and immediately settled into a hard rhythm, but I'd run up to ten miles at what the pace felt like, so surely it wasn't too fast. This was going to be a really flat course anyway. 8:12, 8:05, 7:55. Easy peasy. An old guy with a cane walking in front of the mall asked if I was cold. Just a bit, but the running makes it so I don't mind so much. South at the light. And right there, just after mile three, things went all weird. WTH? All of a sudden I just felt like crap. Was the walk of shame in my near future? Even going this pace I ought to get more than three miles before running out of gas. This morning I'm looking back at the numbers for the first time and holy cow - you'd think I started a 5K at that corner. I felt it immediately, but didn't know what was happening. Of course, I tried to keep going. Took the edge off the pace. 8:13, 8:26. 8:30. You can see that did nothing for my HR. Glad I didn't pay anything for this race. The referee called a TKO at the half way point. I stopped at 6.55, stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, downed a Hammer Gel, and pondered my life. Obviously, eight minute miles weren't the most prudent for that morning, but some days you're the bug, right? So, I shuffled along my route. No DNF for me. I had banked some sweet time early on and figured I had a shot at salvaging a sub-2 still unless my shuffle became this Which it nearly felt like. Anyway, that was pretty much the excitement for the morning. The second half was all about 9:00mm while I was "running" with a 60 second walking break after each mile. I'd watch my heart rate until it dropped below 130, then plod along for another mile. Not my finest hour. Still, I salvaged a 1:56:48, so that's OK. I guess you need to train, even if it's "only" a half marathon. The real question is, "Did it work? Is the snow busted?" Inconclusive. The storm forecast for Saturday afternoon never happened. At least, the 3-4 inches they talked about ended up just a few flurries late in the day. Another round expected on Sunday only gave a dusting, although it's more than chilly as we start the week. Brr. 19 for a high today and tomorrow, then a slow climb with three chances for snow, but then 40+ three times in the ten day forecast. More importantly, we found a suit for the wedding. Apparently navy isn't the popular color this year. It's taken three solid weeks of searching to find my size that didn't cost a king's ransom. So, let's hear about the other Snowbuster runs/races. How'd you do? Warmer than mine? Colder? Faster? Slower? More interesting?
  24. 3 points
    Tuesday - Sunny and 31. Took a chance that the walks would be clear enough. They were, for the most part. Did have to stop my out section a tad short and add on at the end to get the full six miles. Stopped at the rehab center where the Amazing Amanda has fixed me up a few times. The last time I was there was August, working on the knee. I don't know if they cared, but I thought it would be nice to drop in and say hi. Sadly, it appears that Tuesday is their early day and they were gone. But the receptionist remembered me and promised to pass along my best to the team. Maybe some other day that's not a Tuesday I'll try again. Between taking it easy and stepping over ice patches, it was a little slow. 8:53 average. Wednesday - More snow. Stayed in and did the resistance bands and weights. Thursday - 39o! It's been a couple of weeks since it was that nice out. Good enough for me. Only did 4 miles because we had plans for that night, and they were quick. 8:16 average, with the last one 7:43. Did I mention it wasn't freezing? This was also annual physical day. Most of the numbers looked good, except for the A1c (again). Still borderline, so have to get it drawn again later in the year. Should be in full marathon mode by then, which should help. The thought of cutting back on cookies and pie is not attractive. Friday - A little chillier than Thursday, but still nice. 36o. Averaged 8:15 again. The middle four were all at or under 8:00. I'm not actually feeling very strong about now, but the times don't lie. Gotta be those stairs. Saturday - 10 miles. There were 12 on the plan, but since the previous week was supposed to be 33 - I ran, 5 - and last week was supposed to be 37 it seemed to make sense to take a couple off. Still feeling OK, but no need to push it. The first eight flew by pretty well, most miles in the mid-8's. The last two were tougher. My right ankle started feeling kind of weird - weak, sore, something - but I was able to hold on well enough. Didn't get started until 5:30 pm, making it dark for the final couple of miles. Haven't run in the dark for awhile. Good run. 26 for the week. Sunday - Rest. 50 mph wind gusts. Good day to rest. Monday - Six miles. Cold (28) and windy (20 mph). During the day at work the ankle was still off, made me worry something was going on. At the start of the run there was that, as well as a spot on the shin - stress fracture? - but they both went away and other than being tired for no real reason, so I guess not. Sort of slow. 8:53 average. Tuesday - Six more. Colder (20) but not as windy (6 mph). No trouble with the ankle. 8:31. Next week start the official training plan for Vermont. Wanted to be at 40 miles by now, so I'll have to be careful about adding speed. Just one tempo run per week on Tuesdays will be my only speed. Maybe some more later, if things go well. And, don't forget, this weekend is the Snowbuster Race Festival. Supposed to be 2-3 more inches of snow that day, so maybe I'll go Friday.
  25. 2 points
    Sandbagging' since 2009, LOL. You'll have a great race, go knock it out of the park. And enjoy!
  26. 2 points
    Juliet's 5K gives me such a sense of deja vu (Surf City...2-hour barrier...you know what I'm talking about). As for you, I think you're right to shake up the routine for the time being. You've accomplished a lot in just a few years, but you still have a young family and lots of NRR pleasures to experience. I think the mojo will come back in its own time.
  27. 2 points
    Spring will start in the Northeast next week. There is a huge Woodpecker that shows up in my neighborhood every year 3 weeks before Spring and it arrived 2 weeks ago. That woodpecker is never wrong. Good luck at Boston!
  28. 2 points
    Enjoy the journey! And enjoy being the newbie if you delve into trails/ultras. I still feel like a poser FWIW. If you haven't read it already, I highly suggest The Happy Runner by Megan & David Roche. I feel like a broken record telling people to read this book, but it's just so good for runners who have had success, have high expectations of themselves, who love running, but sometimes forget they love it.
  29. 2 points
    This one goes back to the days of Just Fucking Running. I rarely cared about my pace and was still fast. This is what I want to get back to… Race Report: The News & Observer Old Reliable 10K Run Raleigh, NC – November 2011 Run as fast as you can for as long as you can. That was my motto about 5 minutes after I started the race. Since the 50K (North Face Georgia) on October 15th, I’ve ran about five times; junk miles mostly. I wasn’t planning on anything special for this 10K and actually signed up for it at the last minute. I maneuvered myself towards the front of the start. I was also starting with the marathon, marathon relay and half-marathoners at the same time. It was a cluster but it still worked out. As during most of my races, most of the run was a blur. I get in the zone when I race and get tunnel vision. Unless someone is streaking buck naked or falls and eats it, I’m probably not going to notice. However, as I was running up the first hill, I passed an older gentleman that looked like he was wearing a singlet over a sweater. No, that was just his back hair. He was nice though and told me good job and I said the same back to him. Also at one point, there was a priest standing outside a church blessing all of us : ) Mile 1- 7:06 Way faster than I needed to run but I was weaving in and out of folks trying to get ahead and out of the gaggle. Mile 2- 6:48 Whoa Nelly! I looked down at my watch at one point and noticed it said 6:15. What the hell are you doing! You can’t keep that up, you’ll die! Slooooow your roll sister. Mile 3- 7:04 Still faster than I needed to be going. However, I hit the 3 mile mark at 20:57….my 5K PR is 22:39. You do the math. That’s a 5K PR BABY – except it doesn’t count. At least I know I can possibly run a sub 21 5K in the near future! Mile 4- 7:04 I was being very consistent but I started to hit a little wall at this point. The fast pace was finally catching up to me and I was wondering if I’d be able to keep it up a couple more miles. Mile 5- 7:19 A little slower, but I still couldn’t believe I was doing so well! I never expected to do so well during this race after barely running the last few weeks. I just keep surprising myself…..and that doesn’t get old. Mile 6- 7:08 At this point I knew I was going to do well. I hadn’t looked at the total time during the last couple miles so I didn’t know just how well I was doing. I’m terrible at math and never keep track of pace so the finish was a total surprise. The last 0.3 or so was almost all up hill and I was struggling. I didn’t run at a total sprint at the end like I normally do because I had no steam left. Just how I like it. Finish time- 44:20 PREVIOUS 10K PR-45:05 from 2007: Put that in your pipe, 26 yr old Chris, and SMOKE IT! 5/244 female overall 1/45 in my age group 30-34 24/487 overall Hell to the yeah! I received two wooden plaques in the mail – One for 1st in my AG and another for being 5th female overall! I have another 10K this Friday. I am a glutton for punishment I guess. I plan to smoke the bags off of this one as well. I did well last year but want to do even better this time. It’s a trail race too! We’ll see!
  30. 2 points
    Were you obsessed with the word smoke in those days? 😛
  31. 1 point
    Aw, running with kids is the best... Aunt of the Year award!
  32. 1 point
    I couldn't agree more. One thing I really noticed with my first long-term injury versus some other layoffs (injuries or otherwise) since is that the longer I'm running, the quicker I come back. And stressing over how slow and out of shape I am coming back actually seems to hinder the process of getting it back. Its a heckuva lot to ask for us Type As, buuuuuut if I can manage to zen everything down as much as possible, the comeback is better AND faster. My husband always adds, "and women" to the "memory like an elephant" thing.
  33. 1 point
    I'm with you on winter! And loving where you live. And appreciating the day-to-day. See you soon! 💕
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  35. 1 point
    strollers are awesome.. our boys used to love them, 'faster Daddy !' though often I couldn't oblige.. ha
  36. 1 point
    I think you should have put up a picture of the dress on the Loop facebook page and we could have all hit up our local JCP's for Mrs. Dave. Being a parent of the bride or groom is tough spot. Picking a dress is hard!
  37. 1 point
    Things are looking up for GDR! I’ll be following.
  38. 1 point
    Congrats! Glad you were able to finish! Hopefully the foot is still happy too.
  39. 1 point
    Enjoy Moab! I wish it was closer so I could do more of their races. They have great course support and just do a nice job overall.
  40. 1 point
    thanks Dave.. still not running here, hope to try the knee out after next week, that will be 4 months of rehab. my snowbuster workout was indoors, 20min of water running in the dim chlorine-scented caverns of the local pool, then 20x intervals of 50yds, one per minute, averaging 36s.. tinkbot jr wins the internets for today, in my book.. cute !
  41. 1 point
    That shirt will look fab on you.
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  43. 1 point
    Perfect pacing. It's good for the confidence to run those faster ones at the end of a 20. Great job.
  44. 1 point
    You need to be careful with that achilles (I know from experience). Have you considered you might be compensating - even subconsciously - for the left knee to the detriment of the right achilles? Might be time to throw a little stretching and strengthening into the mix. Maybe pick some stuff out of the Myrtle Routine. Don't let some slower pace runs get you down. If they aren't a tempo or interval workout, they are supposed to be slow.
  45. 1 point
    Very creative! I won't even do a farmer's blow in front of a house when I'm outside. I wait until an empty lot or an area with no houses.
  46. 1 point
    Awesome that you've taken the time to decide what you REALLY want to do. Not everyone either does that or can actually figure it out. And I'm with you on the easy, trail stuff and even Ultras. After this next marathon, I'm going to target a fall 50K on a course with tough terrain and give up focusing so much on weekly mileage. It gets to be a grind after awhile.
  47. 1 point
    My February mileage was all wonky, too. almost 30 one week and 5 the next. Yay for March!
  48. 1 point
    I’ve heard about these Jen and Angie characters. And the things I have heard have not been necessarily wholesome things. Proceed with caution. Also to the bike lead- you had one job!
  49. 1 point
    Rock star... #sherogoals
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