Saturday, January 22, 2011
...and you will be successful!
I've heard that saying a number of years ago and am going to apply it to something I have recently discovered.
I enjoy boxing! Bet you wondered why the photo, and that's the reason.
My gym has a box-fit class and I've gone twice and am getting hooked! (no pun intended)
With the very cold days and icy underfoot conditions, I've been at the gym more this month than I have in ages. Saturday mornings I am usually out on the road, but it's between marathons and I have the time to try some other exercises.
I'm really glad as I have found something that I can keep up with here at home as well as at the gym. I can do that because today I bought myself my own gloves, pads, and wrist tape! YEP, I'm hooked!....or maybe it's a jab!
Sunday, January 02, 2011
This is the place where I should put my what I want to accomplish this year. The resolutions that I will work to achieve and the deadlines I will do them by. Instead I am just going to say, this will not just be another year, it will be THE year!
It's the year I turn 60 and if not now, when!!?
Monday, December 27, 2010
A simple idea, that is not just an emoticon. It comes from the story found in THE SPARK. Today is MY day one, again!
Just over a month ago I ran a marathon, and did a fantastic time. I ran it at my lowest weight and felt strong and nimble. The following week brought Thanksgiving and as we were away from home in a hotel, all our meals but breakfasts were eaten out. We attempted to make the best possible choices but that proved difficult with our specific inner city Philadelphia location.
Fast forwarding through the four weeks to today, I've seen my weight increase each week!! I forgot to mention that also during this time, in my part of the UK, we've had freezing temps for almost the entire time. We've also had inches of snow and freezing roads and hard packed snow covered sidewalks. My usual running was replaced with short dog walks in harsh conditons.
Put those facts together and it spells a recipe for increased weight, sluggish bloated feelings, annoyance, frustration, and on and on! Now with just a week until the start of a new year, I could wait until then to start making a change and feel better, but that is NOT going to help me TODAY! So that is why this is my DAY ONE. It all starts with doing the things I know that worked before. Doing the simple things that will help me turn a 180.
Here is my list of 5 things for day one:
1. Plan and Log my food
2. Keep my food within calorie range.
3. Exercise for at least 30 minutes.
4. Do something outside.
5. Get at least 7 hours sleep.
Repeat these for my next day one, tomorrow!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
This is the video account of my 8th marathon in Philadelphia in November 2010. Call it the movie to my previous written blog! Enjoy!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The final segment of my virtual mountainous journey concluded on Sunday 21 November. All the months of training; several worn out pairs of running shoes; the near 500 miles of training through rain, wind, hail, sunshine; the morning runs, late afternoon runs, long runs, speed runs, and marathon paced runs were about to be finally tested.
Thursday was a travel day, bringing my husband and me the over 3,000 miles from England to the City of Brotherly Love. Training was not quite over, there were still 2 days remaining in my maintaining race fitness. The final 4-5 miles were all that I needed to check off my 16 week program in the ascent up my mountain named Philadelphia.
Early Friday morning, prior to going to the Expo, in the early dawn hours, my husband and I made an easy paced run up to the marathon start area at the Art Museum and the “Rocky Steps”. The air was crisp, the sky clear and the lights of the city slowly giving way to the waking morning light.
Picking up our race packets later that afternoon presented its own joy when I had the pleasure of meeting up with my CAMO co-captain Lynn who would be doing Saturday’s 8K. She is a wonderful woman and fantastic example of perseverance and consistency.
Saturday morning meant one last run, two and a half final miles, to complete the training to take me to the start line. This time my husband and I took our camera and video camera along to document our route. We stopped along the flag lined Ben Franklin Parkway for various photo ops. It was a celebration of all we had done to prepare for what lie ahead the following sunrise. Another bounding run up the “Rocky Steps” and smile filled photos with the city sky line awaking behind us. The preparations were in place for the soon to start 8K race. Once finished, we made our way back to our hotel observing the approaching race participants. We would spend a few hours visiting with my older brother who drove down from North Jersey, and then shift into final marathon preparation mode!
In the hotel room our kit bags, racing clothes, watches, gadgets, fuel and other assorted necessary items were arranged along the couch. I worked off a check list to ensure I would not have any last minute surprises on race morning by having forgotten something.
Dinner was a tried and tested meal of baked jacket potatoes, cheese and salad. Then it was an early night as with a race start time of 0700 a calculated wake up of 0330 was agreed upon.
Morning came all too soon and the pre-marathon ritual began; natural peanut butter and all fruit whole grain sandwiches were prepared for after race fuel, my camelback was filled with SIS sport fuel, a breakfast of oats, milk, banana consumed and once showered and dressed we were out into the cold pre-dawn city for a 0500 walk to the start area.
Having walked about half a mile we received a surprise phone call from my youngest son who was just 2 blocks ahead of us walking our way. He had driven in from New Jersey and wanted to accompany us up into the start areas. It was special to spend this preparation time with him, as he had never seen me or my husband in full race mode. With time slipping quickly away, it came nearer to when our kit bags needed to be turned it and we said goodbye to my son as he left to escape the road closures throughout the city and make his way back home.
As my husband is a sub 3:20marathon finisher, his start pen was nearer to the beginning than mine and after hugging each other and exchanging wishes for a safe race, strong finish and good luck kiss, we parted and walked in opposite directions.
The morning light was brightening the scene of thousands of runners waiting in their corresponding corrals as I made my way back to the blue corral and positioned myself halfway. I readjusted my running shoe laces, removed my give away sweatshirt placing it over my shoulders until the opportune time to toss it, straightened my Union Jack Bandana and looked at the race pace band I had printed and encased in cellophane tape and pinned around my wrist. I had put a goal time of 5:40:00, a time that I felt would be a wonderful achievement and bring a new personal best of over 6 minutes. I would need to keep my pace on average under 13min/mile. Doubts of my capabilities started to surface and I found strength to quiet them. I had trained well, I had worked hard, and I had achieved great times in the 10k and half marathon races in preparation to this morning. Trust my training I kept telling myself.
I could hear the National Anthem being sung and minutes later cheering as the first wave of elite runners must have started. This race began different than any I have run; each colour corral was walked down to the start line in turn, and at a given signal their time would start. I was in the final corral and it was just over 30 minutes from the elite runners start that my blue corral crossed over the timing mats. My race had begun and my heart was racing as well as like a wave we final thousands made our way down the Ben Franklin Parkway.
Prior to starting I had noticed the 5:30:00 pace group near me. That was a quicker time than I had been training for, but I thought perhaps I could keep just ahead of that group and surprise myself in an even quicker time. The miles ahead would tell.
The first couple of miles melted so quickly and as usual I was off with a bit of a fast start. I shot a glance at my watch just before our hotel, at the first mile marker, and I was under 11 minutes! The course headed straight to the Delaware River and then along Penn’s Landing and after turning back toward the city I clocked at 4 miles my time was about 46 minutes , putting me 5 minutes under my pace band. The 5:30 pace group was no where to be seen and my breathing was regulating and my legs felt strong.
Pushing on through the city the cheering was centred at specific “cheer zones” with music blasting. I kept only one earpiece from my iPod in place so I could enjoy the atmosphere and the shout outs along the route. The race organizers had arranged for everyone’s names to be on their race number and it brought a more personal chant to the cheers.
It was approaching time to hit the double digit miles as we crossed the Schuylkill River and passed the Frat houses of the local University. There were offers of cups of beer and refreshments, but all that was paramount in my mind was keeping my pace time in check.
The course next wound through Fairmount Park and the downhill sections flashed memories of the final half mile to my door from many a run into my village. The inclines didn’t seem to bother me because of all the preparation from my miles upon miles of NW English countryside hills.
Often my mind would calculate where my husband might be along the course. There was a possibility that once I passed the halfway mark we might pass each other as the course turned back on itself. I wanted to keep my pace but around 11 miles I slowed a bit to take my first walk break through a water stop, dodging previous runners discarded cups. I checked my time and a short quick paced walk would bring a bit of relief and not cost me too much time.
Then it was no time before the 12 mile mark was upon me and knew the split for those nearing the finish of their half marathon was approaching. My pace was good, my breathing great and ahead were marshals guiding those doing the half to keep right and those pressing on to full 26.2 miles to stay left. I positioned myself to the left and kept moving through the slight incline and made the left bend and crossed the halfway timing mat.
It was now that I could see the quicker earlier wave racers in their final mile of their marathon. These elite were in the low 3 hour time span and moving quicker than I could ever dream. Their strained faces, aching bodies, illustrated how they were pushing themselves through whatever mental and physical pain they were experiencing. Some even had the energy and thoughtfulness to glance to my side of the road and wish me a “well done”. I reciprocated with a “well done YOU” all the while glancing to catch sight of my husband. In an instant I caught a glimpse of him as he sped passed and even though I shouted his name; his focus was on finishing his last half mile in full concentration.
It was now the long run up through the scenic Kelly Drive through the park towards Manayunk a distance of 6 miles. I kept focused on the music softly in my ears, the river to my left, the stream of earlier runners on their final stretch. My body was tiring but I still was pacing faster than I have in any previous marathon. There was a turn to the left over the smaller steel Falls Bridge and down a tree lined road. I had stayed ahead of the 5hr 30 min pace group for 17 miles. As they came up, engulfed, and then passed me, I toyed with the idea of trying to keep up with them and even did for a short while. But, as that was not even the pace I had trained for, I was just happy that I had managed to keep ahead of them for as long as I had.
The town of Manayunk was approaching and I was so happy to finally reach the turn around point and the 20 mile mark. Now I knew it was a “straight” line down river to the finish line. Just a 10K left and this is where the real distance of the marathon is felt. This is where I have unravelled before, where I lost time, where the aches and discomforts of my body screamed their loudest. Even though I was trying to keep the voices of my aches to a whisper the strain on my calves was beginning to get louder. Focus and walk when I need to was my mantra. Don’t loose too much time, keep your goal in your mind, you WILL reach your goal, it will happen; were thoughts that filled my mind to keep me going.
It was about the 21 mile mark when I came up on a young woman name Leigh. She was struggling a bit and I asked if she was all right. She explained how her Left Quad muscle was hurting and she hadn’t trained full for this, her second marathon. She was from Long Island and we exchanged friendly conversation as we ran. When she found out this was my 8th marathon and I had started 10 minutes after her and was on for a personal best time, she asked if I wanted to run the remaining 5 miles with her to the finish. Knowing that she could help me keep to my pace, I agreed. It was what helped to keep me focused as we walked, then ran to designated race points; a sign, a tree, a mile marker.
Our pace was good, our moral was high and we encouraged each other at what a great job we were doing. I was startled when she said we were almost at the 25 mile mark. That was so exciting as I knew I was going to run my best ever time. With just a half mile left, we took our last walk break and then approaching Boathouse Row and the crest of the final incline she said we were where the start corrals were and lets run our way in! I was elated!
Side by side, Leigh and I owned that road! As we appeared over the crest of the hill we could see the sides of the road lined with spectators. It was then I saw my younger brother waving his arms wearing a “Blackburn Harrier” shirt! I couldn’t believe it!!! There he, his family and my already finished marathon running husband were waiting for me. I took a couple seconds to hug my brother and announced to them all that I had to go get my medal and continued running with my brother next to me cheering me on.
I noticed that Leigh was joined by her sister and good friend who had both run the half marathon. With new enthusiasm and motivation and energy, I ran toward the awaiting finish line and smashed my previous marathon finishes. This was a personal best time of 5hr 37min and 30 seconds; 9 minutes better than my previous best in London two years ago and 38 minutes than my first marathon in Edinburgh in 2006.
Through all the tears, excitement, and family embraces, Leigh came over to me and with tears in her eyes and a space blanket wrapped around her, she hugged and thanked me for being there with her. I once again repeated the thanks that I had expressed to her at mile 24 and told her how grateful I was to her for keeping me going. For you see, there is something that happens to you out there on the marathon road, all those you meet are on the same journey with you. Leigh and I were both mountain climbers on this expedition and when it got tough out there, we pulled together and helped each other finish, and finish strong! May you each have someone to help you as Leigh helped me.
PS. Hubs finished an amazing 3:20:47 and placed second out of 91 in his age group!
WOW...Thanks so much for taking the time to read this very long blog. If you haven't watched the video blog (my movie to this novel) then sit back and enjoy! It's on the list before this. Thanks again!
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