Sunday, March 09, 2014
Yesterday, March 8, I did my second Half Marathon of the year (and second ever). It was a small, local race (although it brought in people from 21 states!). It was a beautiful day, about 55 degrees. The race was set up with a "non-competitive" atmosphere to give everyone a perfect experience.
The first 5 miles were great. We started with a hill at mile 2, but I was feeling good and the hill went smoothly. I kept feeling good until around mile 10. Then, I just started hurting -- slowly, but surely - from my calves up to my thighs to my hips. By mile 11, I was just pushing it to mile 12, thinking if I got there, I knew I could do the last mile. Wrong. That last mile was torture.
I finally learned what they mean by "hitting the wall". I started to realize that, again (see my last post,) I had not properly fueled. I really hadn't eaten anything and had barely drank anything. So, at marker 13, I tried to eat a 1/2 honey stinger waffle, but couldn't really eat it. What I did eat though, gave me a splurge of energy to run across the finish line, but ... ugh, sick again. Just like at the Tinkerbell Half, I was sick. My group all went to the after-party at the sponsor brewery where they had burgers and beer. Me? I went to the car and napped (but, small victory - I didn't puke!). After about an hour, I felt fine, but... really, something's gotta give!
So, in rethinking and doing even more research, my plan is to condition and train more during the week, and run more longer runs so I can test out drinking and food.
Whoever said that all you needed to run was a pair of shoes must have never been a runner. It's much more complicated than that!
Sunday, February 02, 2014
On January 19, I completed my first 1/2 marathon. This has been a goal of mine for as long as I can remember (see my last post). I did the Tinkerbell 1/2 at Disneyland. Here's my recap:
In preparing for the race, my running buddy and I had done most of our training together and were so excited to do this race together. Our families are close friends, so it was perfect. We didn't dress in costume, but we did wear matching shirts (Raw Threads "Believe" shirt with wings on the back) and matching Tinkerbell-green headbands. We looked pretty cute, I must say ;)
The race itself went so well. I felt great all 13.1 miles of it. The first 6 miles were through DIsneyland and California Adventure, so those wizzed by. The second half was through Anaheim neighborhoods. My absolute favorite part of the race was the last .1 mile - after hitting 13, knowing there was only .1 left, I got such a boost and was able to "fly" right in. I loved it.
Let me describe the course. The course was lined with awesome spectators, school bands and cheer squads, people holding all kinds of signs - funny, motivational, and ones that made me cry. The most motivational signs were those that reminded us runners to be thankful that we had the ability to run. For me (a woman who has had two brain surgeries and is awaiting another), that was all the motivation I needed.
Signs that cannot go unmentioned:
"Just because you have headphones on, farts are not silent"
"Hurry up, mom! Dad didn't feed us!"
"I trained for 6 months to hold this sign!"
"You're looking hot!"
"As a cancer patient, I thank you"
"Don't whine now, wine later"
"Run because you can"
"One day you won't be able to run - today is not that day"
"Don't trust a fart!"
Crossing the finish line was, admittedly, not as I had expected. I was so certain I would cry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be overwhelmed by my accomplishment. But, I didn't really feel much emotion other than being excited that I had made it. I got my medal (which is awesome and pretty and heavy), ran to my son who was so excited to not only see me, but to also see what snacks they gave me , and to see my friends who had already finished, but still waited 45 minutes (!!!) for me - true friendship, right there, I tell you!
From there, I realized that I needed to lay down. And it needed to be fast. We went to the hotel room, passing up offers to get breakfast with friends, I laid down in the bed, realized I was going to be sick, and I puked. Then I puked again. I was so shocked - I had felt fine while running, so what was going on? I eventually ealized that I hadn't eaten during the run (other than a handful of pretzels and craisins) and I had barely drank anything (it wasn't hot, so I didn't think about being thirsty). I was dehydrated. Completely. After about an hour of drinking water (slowly!) and power aid, I was good to go. We hit up a Mexican all-you-can-eat brunch where I enjoyed all-you-can-drink champagne. The rest of the day was amazing.
Next weekend I am doing a Sweetheart 10K, then another 1/2 marathon is in March. My training now isn't focused on running and making the miles, it's focused on how to eat and drink properly! I do not ever want to feel like I did after Tink!
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
In two weeks, I will do my first 1/2 marathon, which has been a goal of mine for a few years. I've done a few marathon-length walks, but I've never run any race more than 15K, and that was when I was much younger. So, since I will meet a long desired goal this year, I am making a list of goals to accomplish.
600 miles run for the year
At least 9 races
And at least one run on every vacation
These are goals that are completely realistic, yet challenging enough to keep things fun!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
My son (almost 5) and I were doing a workbook page today. The exercise was to draw a picture then write a story about the picture. He drew a picture of me. For his story, he said (and I wrote it for him), "Mama takes a little nap, then wakes up and goes outside. When she's outside, she runs. My mama always runs".
I guess it's not a compliment per se, but I love hearing him say that's how he thinks of me. I'm not sure where he got the nap idea, though ;)
Sunday, May 19, 2013
This week, I decided that my "one small change" would be to follow the "rule" of waiting 20 minutes before getting more food. I have not been perfectly consistent, but more often than not this week, I waited after eating to see how I felt. Consistently, after 15 minutes, I realized I was full. Tomorrow is my weigh-in day, so we'll see...
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