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  1. 3 points
    I asked Daddy-O if Ernie Pooks Running Shoes was coming back to the Gram any time soon. Well, EPRS appeared today! I have to post as agreed by contract. No Doubt. ——- I was listening to a Marathon Training Academy podcast the other day. Lots of driving of late - It’s My Life. Usually I only like the RRs but they were interviewing an author in this episode. Susan Lacke. She is a triathlete, runner, former alcoholic and smoker who is deaf. She wrote a book titled Running Outside of Your Comfort Zone after getting burned out from trying to qualify for Boston. She had become lost as a runner. She had lost her why. Fearing she was never enough. It struck a chord with me. After getting injured I wondered if my running would ever be enough. She found courage - a false sense of bravado - in the middle of the night which I could identify with: Remember The Climb at Bryce Canyon? Don’t Speak. Please just hand me my ass. Thankfully I have Cathy who is just as happy to do these crazy adventures with me! It’s like Susan Lacke wrote this book about Cathy & me! Cathy was the only one who responded with a “that looks like a Hella Good time” when I emailed everyone about the triple Trailfest. Sometimes I’m a little more Ob-la-di ob-la-da than some people can take. #sorrynotsorry Thankfully C gets me and may be just about as crazy as me. She sent me a screenshot the other day about someone wanting to run the Bryce Canyon Ultra. (She really really wants to run a 50k this year.) I replied that I was going to send her a text about doing a crazy race a month but didn’t because I am trying to be disciplined. She replied, “Goal for 2021?” I didn’t even have to Push and Shove. Damn, I love that girl. ———— After finishing the book I bought the author’s 1st book - Life is Too F*cking Short To Go That Slow. It was short. Not sure I would’ve read it if I knew the storyline. Much of it hits too close to home. But anyway one of the tag lines from it is “Don’t be a dumbass!” Well with that running through my mind I couldn’t let myself back out of my workout. I got out today in feels like 25* weather on my bridge on the Atlantic Ocean that has no wind protection. Did my 1st workout of hill repeats - 3 x ~.25 @ 8:00 pace. The whole run ended up at an 8:37 pace. All I have to say is that running in the ungodly humid and hot weather when I was Looking Hot this summer certainly seems to be paying off! —-—— I’m in the process of moving to a new town. All of my old, safe running and biking routes are gone. So far I’ve been hit by a car on my bike and stopped while running in the “safe” part of town and told that I was being watched/checked out by a very slow moving vehicle and that I need to be careful. Sigh. I just Want To Throw My Toys Around. Not going to lie. This made me super sad, but I did do the big girl thing and buy some pepper spray. The one good thing about the new town is that they have an active running group. I’m going to see if I can meet them Sunday Morning. —— My hamstring seems to be Happy Now so I boldly wrote a New training plan. Settle Down if my leg gives me issues I’ll back off, but Running is good now...like really good. Don’t Speak. I know I need to build up my base and I’ll be careful. A Hal Higdon hybrid of Intermediate and Advanced 1 marathon plans. I’ll End It on This. I’m Just A Girl living my Platinum Blonde Life. Have No Doubt.
  2. 2 points
    I'm also here because the garbanzo'd one told me to. My year has been going pretty well. I finished my masters degree! I ran 8 half marathons this year. I paced 3 of them, and successfully paced 1 of them. I am now up to 68 lifetime pikermis! I haven't run a full marathon since 2016, but I am currently signed up for 2 (Illinois Marathon and Grandma's Marathon) and am in the lottery for Chicago and New York, where I will win -$500ish in entry fees if I get both. Ouch. Is anyone else signed up for a late April marathon who would want to be an accountability buddy? Back to the pacing - I've started pacing with OnPace, based out of the Green Bay area. They have been pacing the Zooma women's races and are quickly expanding. Through them, I'm excited to be pacing the Zooma Bermuda Half Marathon in February! Getting to Bermuda will involve me spending the night in JFK Airport... but then I'll be in Bermuda! I ran across Iowa in June with my relay team, Runderbolts and Lightning. We've run other Ragnar races together, and we get along really well even though we're from all over the place. I'm finding it hard to know what to write about...which means I should bloop more often. Catch you on the flippy floppy!
  3. 1 point
    This would be so easy for me to do. Once during Ouachita trail 50 we showed up at the AS coming from the wrong direction. They made us turn around and find where we went wrong and come back the right way. It ended up being the Ouachita trail 55. I ran it again this year and almost made the exact mistake. I stood around debating which way for at least 10 minutes
  4. 1 point
    Which Gwen wrote this? Will the real Gwen please stand up?
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    Damn it, you're motivating me to do something crazy... But I'm trying not to be a dumbass and let my foot heal. When are we doing Rim to Rim?....to Rim... I can't believe you wrote that plan out by hand. Get thee to a spreadsheet! Personally my plan never extends beyond about two weeks. After that it's just hypothetical and in my head.
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    OCRG is back in the house. Yay!
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    Great post and a great attitude. That bridge run is really impressive. I've been bundling up like I'm in Antarctica this week and it's not even that cold. Related to our other discussion, do let me know if you pick a 50K. It's always good to consider other options!
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    I guess I’ll try writing a race report. This will be the first race report since I wrote about my first marathon a little over a year ago. Yep - Marshall was my first and I did a second at the end of March this year. It was the Carmel Marathon and it didn’t go as well as Marshall. I went a little more aggressive and blew up around 20 miles like so many do. Enough about that. So not long after Carmel, I decided that I wanted to do a 50K trail race. For years, I’ve been far more into trail running than road running despite the fact that I almost never run on trails. My so-called excuse was that I spend so much time running already that I can’t really justify spending more time driving at least 25 minutes one way to the nearest trail. Trails appeal to me for a lot of reasons. The scenery obviously, but I’m also not ashamed to admit that running long is more interesting to me than running fast. That explains my lack of speed workouts generally, but trails give you the excuse to go slower. You’re supposed to walk the uphills and the technical stuff on trails, right? So I decided that I’d run one of the closest trail 50Ks to where I live. It’s called the Rough Trail 50K and it’s in the Red River Gorge here in Kentucky. How “Rough” could it be, right? I signed up in April and kind of put it in the back of my mind because it was a November race. Sometime early summer, I mentioned to one of my running buddies who does a lot of trail races (he’s done Western States and the Vol State 500K and he’s done Rough Trail twice) that I’d signed up. His response - “You’re making a mistake. You need to do something that’s easier than that one for your first”. A real confidence booster, right? Well he probably had a point. Although I’ve randomly done some trail running, I hadn’t done any in quite awhile and had never done a trail run longer than 10 miles. So one of the ways I started training in late spring was to start limiting my runs to a heart rate lower than 140. When my HR gets to 140, I start walking or at least back off. When it drops below, I start running again. I figured this would mimic the constant shifting from run to walk you do on trails where the terrain is a bit technical and more importantly it would boost my endurance. So basically, all of my running the last 6 months or so has been slow. I’ve not done a single interval, tempo or anything that closely resembles speed. Eventually, I got around to asking my trail running buddy if he would take me out to “the gorge” to do a practice run and show me around a bit. Our schedules finally synced up sometime in August and I headed out for what was essentially my first trail run. (Just throwing in a couple random pictures from the gorge that aren’t me since the race hasn’t posted the photos yet) Well….he’s supposed to be a buddy, but I think he tried to kill me. He basically took me on a section of the course that had most of the big climbs. It was a run that was about 12 miles and it took me 3 hours. And it left me broken. As in, I couldn’t run for 5 days after that because my legs were so sore. And I went out and tried to run every day. I immediately considered dropping down to the 25K option. There was a 10 hour cutoff in the 50K and I’d just managed to only run about a third of it in 3 hours. As it turns out, he is a good friend because that run put the fear of this race in me. I started going out to the gorge anytime I could find someone to go with and I started driving to a more local trail for 10 mile runs on the other weekend day each week (and some Friday afternoons). I upped my road running as well and turned in a 250 mile month in September. The most I’d ever done before that was just under 200. Over 100 of those miles were on trails. I kept it up into October culminating in a 16 mile run that covered the last half of the course and was very similar to that first trail run...only longer. I’d made a lot of progress. I wasn’t even sore the next day and I was able to run. I had one more taper 10 miler on an easier section of the course and the hay was in the barn. I can’t say I was confident, but I felt better about my chances than 2 months prior. I’d essentially run the entire race course at least twice at that point on various runs. But still, I hadn’t had a run longer than 5 and a half hours, and I was figuring at that point I was going to shoot for 8:30 in the race. So I might be 3 hours into uncharted territory. I made a race plan that essentially had me holding myself back for the first 17 miles. That first part has most of the easiest sections whereas the majority of the big climbs were all in those last 14 miles. Two days before the race, a running acquaintance of mine - Marcelo - messaged me and asked if I wanted to carpool. I agreed and I told him that I was aiming for 8:30. He said he was too, so now I had someone to run with as well. Race day was pretty cold. And that’s a good thing for me. It was going to be about 23 at the start and climbing into the 40s. I decided on shorts, calf sleeves, two short sleeve running shirts and a very light jacket with gloves and a buff over my ears. I ended up being comfortable the whole day and never took off the jacket. Don’t worry, I don’t remember many details about the race, so this will wrap up pretty soon. And anyway, running and racing to me is more about the entire journey and not the single day of running/racing. The race started and I was mildly successful at holding myself back during that easier first half. Well….maybe not so much! I did keep the effort where I felt it needed to be, but I was going quicker than I figured in my planning. At the first aid station at 8 miles, I was already about almost 30 minutes ahead. At mile 13, that was now about 45. I was 50 minutes early at that 17 mile aid station. So I’d pretty much failed in holding myself back, but I was feeling pretty good. So that is where I figured the real race would start. There’s about a 7 miles stretch to the next aid station and it had a lot of climbing - including one of the biggest climbs leading right up to the aid station itself. Marcelo had dropped back around mile 18 and said he'd catch up. I didn't see him again until about mile 25. I ran most of that time alone with nobody passing and nobody to pass. When I got through that section, my cushion was now up to 53 minutes over my plan so I’d basically held even with the plan. I wasn't gaining on it anymore, though and was also starting to feel the miles and hours in my legs and pretty much everywhere else. From that point, there are two other aid stations in fairly short order. I gave back about 10 minutes of my cushion in that stretch as I just really didn’t feel like running on the easy stuff anymore. At the same time, though, I also started thinking about the chance to break 8 hours. Here is a photo from around that time: By the time I got to the 27 mile aid station, I was feeling a little better. I’d had some food at the previous two and maybe that was working its magic. I also chatted for a second with a running friend who was working the aid station and that gave me a boost. I was a bit disappointed that she didn’t have the shot of Fireball she told me earlier that she’d bring for me (for the record, I don’t like Fireball at all but it was something fun to think about). Or maybe she’d already drank it herself. At that point, the 4 miles left felt doable. Never mind that the longest climb of the race starts at mile 28. (Trail running tip that I learned - At that last aid station, I asked one of the aid station workers to fill one of my bottles with coke. Do not do that. Within about a minute of running, the shaking caused the carbonation to activate and the bite valve popped open and coke started spraying out a little bit. I stopped, took off the cap, chugged half the bottle and poured out the rest.) The last 4 miles was pretty uneventful. Marcelo didn't stop at the aid station and left me on the downhill. I got to the last climb and I worked my way up in the fastest time I’d ever climbed it. I caught and passed Marcelo at the start of the climb. When I got to the top, he was nowhere in sight. At that point, it gets a bit difficult mentally because the climb is over, but you still have to drag yourself along for 2.5 miles on flatter stuff to the finish. I was doing math at that point and figured I should be under 8 hours. But it would be kind of close. I got to mile 30 and then to mile 31 and I still wasn’t quite sure where the finish was. I started wondering if I’d taken a wrong turn. In training, I’d just take the trail back to the parking lot, but the finish was in a slightly different place along a trail I’d not used. As it turns out, Marcelo did actually take a wrong turn at the top of the climb and ended up running an extra half mile. By the time I got to 31.3 miles, I was starting to get nervous about that sub 8. But that’s about the time I spotted the finish line chute about 15 feet above me around a curve. Finish time 7:53:20. I was 60th overall out of the 140 registered. Honestly, it went about as good as it could have. Garmin says it was 6900 feet of elevation gain. Strava says it was somewhere around 6,000. Not sure why they are never closer. The race says 6500, so maybe that’s what it was. It was 2 plus hours longer than I’d ever run. Sure there was a fair amount of walking during the uphills and technical sections, but I never stopped moving forward except to grab food and fill up my water bottles at the 6 aid stations. Nutrition and hydration weren’t ever an issue. I basically drank Tailwind most of the day and had a little bit of aid station food each time to supplement. I think I had a few brownies, some mini peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a small pickle and some potato chips over the course of the race. There were rumors of grilled cheese sandwiches at the last aid station, but they must have been gone when I got there. I was kind of stiff and sore that evening and more so the next day, but nothing too bad. The day after I went for a 2 mile walk, but I was still a bit too sore to run. So the question in my head now is what next? I’ve considered doing the Atlanta Marathon Loophest next spring, but I’m not sure I want to do another road marathon right now. And the failed spring marathon this year is in my head. Training goes so well in the cold months of winter and then the race ends up being warmer than you’re used to. Fall races seem to be the opposite. I also REALLY enjoyed this race. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a mistake as my first, I think it was tailor made for me. I’m sure better trail runners than me would disagree, but I thought there was a lot of the course that wasn’t runnable and I kind of liked that. I’ve looked at a couple of spring trail ultras but haven’t pulled the trigger on those either. I’ve got to make up my mind soon because races that I do have to be in cooler months. So that means mid-April or earlier. And that means training starting real soon.
  9. 1 point
    ok, that was pretty terrific.
  10. 1 point
    Thank you! I miss you all too. ❤️ I don't know that I can bloop much though. I mean, what could I say? "Hi! Today I didn't run again"? 😄 Would get a bit boring after a while... 😄
  11. 1 point
    Ehhh - not a free trip to Bermuda, but it's a free race while in Bermuda!
  12. 1 point
    I had a few good years. Lots of age-group awards. I qualified for and ran both NYCM and BOS. Running has pretty much sucked ever since. The last five years have looked like this: Illnesses: pneumonia, bronchitis, arthritis in the big toe Injuries: ITBS, stress fracture near the arthritic big toe joint Surgeries: toe nail removed (because there was a bit of mold growing under the nail!), nasal septum surgery (which did NOT help with my snoring) But the really weird thing is that every time I recover, I keep on running. You'd think I'd give up, even though I can't seem to get ahead of the injury/illness/random surgery game. Last week was my first run after the stress fracture, and my husband Bruce said "I'm really proud of you" -- for running one whole mile. Seriously? That was the easy part. The hard part was NOT running for six weeks. I turned 65 this year. Maybe I should expect these things. But I don't feel 65, especially when I'm running. Maybe I'll write more later. Right now, I'm heading out for a little run. - Emma the Unlikely Runner
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    I hate that saying by the way. “It is what it is” is what people say when they wNt to give a smart answer to something that really doesn’t have an answer. I sprained my ankle a few months ago while I was playing chase with my 4 year old. I jumped on the bed and barrel rolled off and slapped my ankle on the tile floor it hurt for a bit, but I didn’t give it much thought until a few days later when it started aching on my runs. That’s what it’s been ever since, an ache. I keep telling myself it will go away. I do the ankle strengthening exercises and I even took a couple of weeks off. Sometimes it keeps me up at night because it’s aching. I probably should have taken the summer off when I injured it in July, but I never really considered it until now when it’s nice out and I want to run. I just got new shoes and they help a little, but the ache is still there. I don’t know. Will I race this season? Will I run farther than 10 miles without my foot falling off. Will I ever be able to play chase with my kid without her taunting me about that time I fell off the bed? I don’t know. Time will tell. Right now it is what it is.
  14. 1 point
    Sorry to hear about your running injuries, but I'm quite impressed with your royalty status in Sufferlandria.
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    This is way more impressive than I think you realize!
  16. 1 point
    I see you sense of humor hasn't diminished at all. We've missed you!
  17. 1 point
    getting old brings wisdom. unfortunately, the wisdom is knowing that getting older is a pain in the ass.
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