Tuesday, April 10, 2012
I told myself I would blog throughout marathon training so I could look back on my progress. Well, I also told myself I would cut back on internet time. And then I got an iphone. And then I discovered Instagram. oh lord, so many wasted minutes.
Last week's long run was 14. Longest distance to date. We were supposed to run 14 a few weeks ago, but mapped it wrong and it was only 13.5. Talk about feeling deflated after an amazing run. 13.5 with my dad and husband. We're having a good time together. My dad hasn't run a marathon in quite a few years and he says this will for sure be his last. It's fun to talk running with him and see how little has changed over the years. Fartleks, GUs, slow long distance strategy are still the talk.
Again, I digress... the 14 was fine. The time commitment of marathon training has been an eye opener. Oh, it's Easter. All your family will be together. Too bad. You'll have to leave brunch early and go run for TWO and a HALF HOURS!!! Then shower and go rejoin the fam. It is serious dedication to a goal at this point. I did not want to run. DH was annoyingly excited, chipper, and ready for the miles. It's no surprise to me that this was not my greatest run of all time. I didn't want to do it. And this whole running thing, as my sparkbuds know, is much more mental than physical. I guess I'll call this a mental win. I ran the 14 without any tantrums and I felt good at the end. win.
This weekend is 16. I know I can do it. But like I said, it's the time it takes to cover these crazy distances that is starting to get to me. I don't think I really appreciated the true distance I was running until this weekend. It just felt LONG. far. really long. really far. And I know you're thinking, ummmmm, you signed up for a marathon. That's a pretty specific distance. No one calls it 26 miles. It is 26 POINT 2. We all know this right? But I'm not sure I appreciated it until now.
My other 2 runs each week are going really well. I think the long runs are somehow helping me keep up with my irongirls. We run 8 every Tuesday morning and last week and this morning I felt so much better throughout the run. And we've shaved 8-10 minutes off our time since we're not dealing with snow and ice.
Thursdays are still tough. I'm tired at the end of the day. I am so much more of an early morning runner. I wish DH didn't work at 5 am some days. I'd get up and run then if I could. There isn't much of a 5am babysitter market. weird, huh? Anyway, we're getting the miles in and that's what counts. And we're having fun doing it. And that's what really counts!!
I've given up on my goal time. I'm not doing the prescribed speedwork and I know that's needed to get there. I think finishing and having fun is my goal at this point. I can work on speed for a different race. There is no way I want to feel the disappointment of the Get Lucky Half. Just to make sure, I signed up for Lake Minnetonka HM on May 6 so I could get one more race experience in me.
Here's some random thoughts:
I don't like GUs. I like honey. Or the Stinger chews.
I ate far too many chocolate peanut butter eggs.
I want a Lulu running skirt.
For the first time in my adult life, I actually think I have nice legs. Go on now, sing with me, "and she knows how to move em!"
I'm maintaining around 146-148 and maintenance is HARD. I still have to say no to something every single day.
I'm going to wear a bikini this summer. There. It's in print.
I still can't do a single pull-up. But I'm working on it!
Friday, March 23, 2012
Here they are: Gap size small. I should be smiling since I am feeling pretty fancy about how my calve muscles are lookin these days :)
And I already know what you're going to say. I know it's not a bad muffin top, but it is still there. Motivation to work harder!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
My first HM was in October and I got sick the week before. Was fine by race day and had a great run, had fun and finished with a great time 1:55:02. Since then Ive logged lots of miles. Even though this has been the mildest MN winter ever, I still ran outside every week. Something I'm proud of. 8 miles has become my easy run. Its week 7 of marathon training. Everything is going well.
I write a happy uppity blog on Wednesday morning, go for that hills run I mention, almost puke during it and the am sick the rest of the week. Uh oh. Is this mental? Do I do this to myself before races? I don't know. But it's sure not a habit I want to keep up. By race morning I am dehydrated, weak, not rested and nervous.
Of course I wanted to beat that 1:55. And how could I not with all the training I'd done all winter?! I knew it was a good time. I was aiming for 1:53. I started strong. I love the energy of a race. All the runners bouncing around and all smiles. It's such a rush. So, yes, yet again, I got carried away and ran the first mile too fast. Rookie mistake! When will I stop doing that? I was able to calm myself down after the first mile marker and find my comfortable pace.
Things were going OK. I start feeling pretty tired, worn out and ready to walk and look! We're only at mile 3. Uh oh. The rest of the race was a struggle.
It was a loop race so I'm at mile 5 and the leader comes soaring past us the other way. I thought it would be demoralizing to see runners that far ahead of me, but it was such a lift. His feet weren't even hitting the ground! Cool to see. And I got chills from my surrounding runners cheering for him. Luckily right when I hit a huge hill another group of elite runners was passing us and in it was the female leader. So beautiful!
Getting to the turn around was equal parts: yes! And oh sh#t! The 1:55 pacer was not far behind me at all. I tried to pick it up. I pushed as hard as I could. I thought about what I would want to write in a spark blog. And seriously, you,my spark friends, helped me push for another mile or so. But he passed me and I almost burst into tears as I tried so hard to keep up and just couldn't. It's an awful feeling watching your goal literally pass you by.
I wallowed for a bit. I even walked,which instead of helping just made me madder at myself. It was getting really hot and humid out. I was miserable. I took 2 waters at the stops and a third to dump on my head and then also drank a powerade. I was actually wishing for winter.
Around mile 10 a guy ran by me and the back of his shirt said: Do your best. Forget the rest. If I could've caught up to him I'd have hugged him. That shirt totally changed my attitude. I started repeating it to myself. I mean, isn't that the truth?! Do your best. Forget the rest.
At the last water stop I saw the 2:00 pacer. Ahhhh! Come on,now. My re-evaluated goal was 1:59. Now im gonna miss that too??! Pacer helped me push it through the end. Unfortunately she was a little behind schedule and had to pick it up for the last mile. Again,I couldn't keep up.
I ran as hard as I possible could that last mile. Came in at 2:01:18. (chip said 2:00:32) I felt a mixture of accomplishment and a little disappointment. Luckily, my running partner was right there at the finish to say lots of nice things. She said that this humid weather made it tough for everyone. No one is used to 73 and humid for a MN March race. It was 30 last week when we ran together. As I'm bent over saying, "that sucked! Missed it by a minute!" an old man stops and says, "chin up darling. It's good to have a bad race. Makes your next one better." we all laughed, I thanked him and I immediately felt better.
I feel good today. not sore, not tired. Writing this blog has been therapeutic so thank you for reading. I've thought a lot about why I didn't easily get 1:55 like I thought I would. Yes, I've ran all winter. But I have. Ran for distance. I've become a much better endurance athlete. I've done very little speed work and I know that is what is needed to get faster.
What a great experience. It has reshaped my expectation for my marathon. It wiped a time out of my head, which is a good thing. This year is about miles. Maybe next year will be about speed.
Do your best. Forget the rest.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The only new years resolutions made this year was with my husband. 1 creative date a month. No dinner and movie type thing. We alternate who plans. It's been super fun so far. We were going to do a hot yoga date (thanks Tammy for the idea!) but then I read about an indoor trampoline park. Apparently they're the new thing and popping up all over the country. This branch is called Skyzone. They have open jumps, dodgeball, basketball, foam pits and Skyrobics classes!
If I could figure out how to cut and paste and add links and emoticons using an iPad, this would be a. Much more exciting blog. But I'm too lazy to figure that out right now. So you'll just have to trust me, or google Skyzone and check this crazy place out! I took my kids to Toddler time so i could see it and buy tickets for a class. The kids had a blast! And so I did I! I was sweaty when we left after playing for a hour so I enjoyed a guilt free ice cream cone with the kids. Total NSV for me.
The class was awesome. Insert tons of superlatives here. It was seriously that much fun. I felt like a kid. I laughed and smiled like a kid. The whole time! And here's the best part, DH liked it even more than I did! I didn't burn the 1000 calories the website said I could. I would guess 400, maybe 500. Push ups on a trampoline are hard. Mountain climbers running up the side wall of a trampoline are super hard. Running laps around a basketball court sized floor of trampolines is ridiculously fun.
The other part of our date was buying new iPhones. This will not help my "spend less screen time" goal. But I'm super excited. We got in the car and DH says, "Siri, what's the best running app?" made me smile.
Today it's supposed to be 70. This is a big deal people! I live in MN. March is the snowiest month of the year. I know I overuse the word ridiculous. But this is ridiculous! Perfect timing for me to have a week off work. I'm going to take the kids to daycare for their nap today (and i will have minimal mom guilt about it!) ThenDH and I are going to run our favorite trail. Hills galore! We haven't run it since Sept.
Next up is picking up the kids and getting the bikes and trailer out. The "chariot" as my daughter calls it. This is about to be a great day!
If you're annoyed by my fit and fun and everything is fabulous attitude, just know that I gained a pound this week. The same one that I lost last week. Oh, and I gained it the week before that. I'm sure I'll lose it this week because I have this little thing called a HM on Saturday!
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