But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; They shall
mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They
shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31
This seems to be the decision most distance runners eventually face. There are a few hardy bodies out there that for whatever reason can run marathon after marathon without flinching. The majority of us "mortals," though, aren't that lucky.
Now that I have dealt with this nagging IT band pain on the side of my knee, including three trips to the sports chiropractor, I find myself at the point of having to make a decision. Do I push on and train for my second full marathon I am planning to run in September, or drop to the half marathon? The pain is not severe, and in fact doesn't flare up until about mile 4 or 5 of a run. But it's there.
Since I DO NOT want this to be my last marathon, and I want to be a "lifetime runner," the decision was obvious. Half marathon it is. And the fact that I am mentally relieved should tell me something. The physical and mental commitment required to train for a full marathon SHOULD NOT be undertaken when feelings of fatigue and burnout are present. My first full marathon was a wonderful experience, and I want my second one to be even better!
So, a few more days rest, a trip to the chiro (still not sure if this is helping, probably blog material for later), then a greatly reduced training schedule for the half marathon sounds wonderful right now.
My overall game plan is to address the root of my IT band woes: weak quads, hip and glute muscles, and a basic neglect of strength training. I have begun some fairly easy/non knee-stressing leg, glute and hip work. Once I am pain free, Jillian Michaels will kick my butt further into shape (love her DVDs), and I plan to do P90X beginning in October.
I want to transition to a 3 day per week running schedule with two low impact cardio days (elliptical or bike/spin), plus 5 to 6 days per week of P90X. I am hoping this will make me a better trained runner in the global sense. I know several marathoners who use this approach, and they seem to have far fewer injuries.
A learning process for sure!
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Does the Chiropractor Really Help??
But test everything; hold fast what is good.
1 Thessalonians 5:21
This Sunday will be exactly 4 weeks since my marathon, and marks the end of my 'official' recovery period. I feel great, though my legs really are just now feeling normal again when I run. My current quandary is the benefit of seeing my sports chiropractor for a slight nagging right sided IT band issue I have developed. Not painful per se, just nagging.
How do I know if the treatments actually help, or if the tried and true principals of RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) did the trick? I always wonder that after seeing him for treatments, how do I know if it did any good? Or would it have healed on its own?
I am faithfully using my foam roller twice a day, icing after runs, and using my stick, plus 3 days a week of yoga. And the roller and stick hurt, so I know they are digging in and getting to the knots and tightness! I think at this point I am going to see if this works. Since it hasn't gotten worse, and in fact I think it is getting better, there is reason to be optimistic.
Oh, and for anyone interested, I have officially lost one toenail, plus two half way down.
Tomorrow is a 10 mile run, at sunrise before the temperatures climb into the triple digit range, a range that is wreaking havoc in beautiful Colorado. Running in the heat is bad enough, but the smoke from the horrible fires that are ravaging our state can't be good either. I've retreated to my treadmill a few times over the last couple of weeks, praying the Lord will deliver us from these fires by sending rain and the cool weather we normally enjoy in this wonderful state.
This Sunday will be exactly 4 weeks since my marathon, and marks the end of my 'official' recovery period. I feel great, though my legs really are just now feeling normal again when I run. My current quandary is the benefit of seeing my sports chiropractor for a slight nagging right sided IT band issue I have developed. Not painful per se, just nagging.
How do I know if the treatments actually help, or if the tried and true principals of RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) did the trick? I always wonder that after seeing him for treatments, how do I know if it did any good? Or would it have healed on its own?
I am faithfully using my foam roller twice a day, icing after runs, and using my stick, plus 3 days a week of yoga. And the roller and stick hurt, so I know they are digging in and getting to the knots and tightness! I think at this point I am going to see if this works. Since it hasn't gotten worse, and in fact I think it is getting better, there is reason to be optimistic.
Oh, and for anyone interested, I have officially lost one toenail, plus two half way down.
Tomorrow is a 10 mile run, at sunrise before the temperatures climb into the triple digit range, a range that is wreaking havoc in beautiful Colorado. Running in the heat is bad enough, but the smoke from the horrible fires that are ravaging our state can't be good either. I've retreated to my treadmill a few times over the last couple of weeks, praying the Lord will deliver us from these fires by sending rain and the cool weather we normally enjoy in this wonderful state.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Easing Back In
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28-30
After a full 7 days of no running, I began easing back in this week. A three miler, and a 4.5 miler so far...on lead legs. I was shocked how hard these runs were, but well aware that it will take a full 4 weeks to recover from the marathon.
I am continuing to be cautious, I have a tight knee (not actually painful, and nothing that I couldn't run with, but I want it to heal completely), and my toenails are either lifting up from the beds or black and blue. So much for my summer pedicure dreams. Oh well, I actually consider them a sign of the grit I never knew I had.
I did take the plunge and register for another marathon on September 22nd, the Denver Rock n Roll. It's about 14 weeks away, with my current recovery plan I should be ready to slide into the training schedule in a couple of weeks and fit two 20 mile long runs in before the marathon (one would be fine, though). The good Lord willing, my goal is a spring and fall marathon per year, with a few half marathons sprinkled in. Given my midlife-marathoner status, who knows how long this will be realistic, but I have seen so many runners in their 60s, 70s, and even 80s at my races that I will just take it one marathon at a time.
After a full 7 days of no running, I began easing back in this week. A three miler, and a 4.5 miler so far...on lead legs. I was shocked how hard these runs were, but well aware that it will take a full 4 weeks to recover from the marathon.
I am continuing to be cautious, I have a tight knee (not actually painful, and nothing that I couldn't run with, but I want it to heal completely), and my toenails are either lifting up from the beds or black and blue. So much for my summer pedicure dreams. Oh well, I actually consider them a sign of the grit I never knew I had.
I did take the plunge and register for another marathon on September 22nd, the Denver Rock n Roll. It's about 14 weeks away, with my current recovery plan I should be ready to slide into the training schedule in a couple of weeks and fit two 20 mile long runs in before the marathon (one would be fine, though). The good Lord willing, my goal is a spring and fall marathon per year, with a few half marathons sprinkled in. Given my midlife-marathoner status, who knows how long this will be realistic, but I have seen so many runners in their 60s, 70s, and even 80s at my races that I will just take it one marathon at a time.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Love John Bingham Quotes!
"What you do now is up to you. You've seen what you can do. If you've stuck with the training program, you've seen yourself filled with joy and blinded with frustration. You've overcome your fears. You've been humbled by both the strength and fragility of your body. You've found your limits and gone beyond them."
One Week Later, and the Benefit of Hindsight
But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if
only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the
Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. Acts 20:24
A whole week has passed since my marathon. My body feels good (though my first run will be in two days, we'll see how good it feels then). My main issue is toenails. Even worse than I thought! So far I haven't lost any, but was filled with shock and horror about three days after the marathon when three of them started oozing bloody watery fluid out from underneath the nails! I had never heard about the lovely blisters that form UNDER the nail on the nail beds. GROSS. And ouch.
After coming down from my giant runner's endorphin high and back to reality a day or two later, I remembered that really, I'm nothing special. Many, many people run this distance, many run even further (and I have no Ultra-marathon plans, 26.2 is far enough for me). I saw a Marine running the same marathon in his fatigues and boots, carrying all of his gear in an enormous back pack. Saw another Marine running carrying a huge American flag on a heavy pole, waving it proudly the whole way. I saw countless runners with "cancer survivor" on the back of their shirts. The first group across the starting line was the wheelchair athletes.
The reality is I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, nurse who loves her Savior with her whole heart. The ONLY special thing about me is Jesus, and the work He does within me; I am the daughter of the one true King. Whether it is running a marathon, or making dinner for my family, if I do it as though I am doing it for Jesus Himself, that is what matters.
Maybe by sharing my journey others can be inspired to meet whatever challenge they face in life. And hopefully they will see the mighty power, strength, love and compassion that Jesus is ready to pour into them.
Meanwhile I am at a crossroad: do I run another full marathon? Or should I settle back into running half marathons, which are challenging as well, but far less demanding? I feel compelled to run the full marathon in Denver on September 22 (my home turf!), but am not sure why. I've done it, I know I can do it, and I know it took a physical toll on my body (as evidenced by my toes). Yet I think I have another marathon in me!
I think I will pray and see what Jesus has to say about it.
A whole week has passed since my marathon. My body feels good (though my first run will be in two days, we'll see how good it feels then). My main issue is toenails. Even worse than I thought! So far I haven't lost any, but was filled with shock and horror about three days after the marathon when three of them started oozing bloody watery fluid out from underneath the nails! I had never heard about the lovely blisters that form UNDER the nail on the nail beds. GROSS. And ouch.
After coming down from my giant runner's endorphin high and back to reality a day or two later, I remembered that really, I'm nothing special. Many, many people run this distance, many run even further (and I have no Ultra-marathon plans, 26.2 is far enough for me). I saw a Marine running the same marathon in his fatigues and boots, carrying all of his gear in an enormous back pack. Saw another Marine running carrying a huge American flag on a heavy pole, waving it proudly the whole way. I saw countless runners with "cancer survivor" on the back of their shirts. The first group across the starting line was the wheelchair athletes.
The reality is I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, nurse who loves her Savior with her whole heart. The ONLY special thing about me is Jesus, and the work He does within me; I am the daughter of the one true King. Whether it is running a marathon, or making dinner for my family, if I do it as though I am doing it for Jesus Himself, that is what matters.
Maybe by sharing my journey others can be inspired to meet whatever challenge they face in life. And hopefully they will see the mighty power, strength, love and compassion that Jesus is ready to pour into them.
Meanwhile I am at a crossroad: do I run another full marathon? Or should I settle back into running half marathons, which are challenging as well, but far less demanding? I feel compelled to run the full marathon in Denver on September 22 (my home turf!), but am not sure why. I've done it, I know I can do it, and I know it took a physical toll on my body (as evidenced by my toes). Yet I think I have another marathon in me!
I think I will pray and see what Jesus has to say about it.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Race Report: San Diego Rock N Roll Marathon DONE!
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7
I can say it...I'm no longer a marathoner wannabe, I'm a MARATHONER!
We started out our journey to San Diego with two nights in Las Vegas. I was probably the most disciplined person over the age of 21 that city has ever seen. Early to bed, eating salads and low fat/high complex carbs, drank one beer (because it was free!), wearing my flip flops instead of high heels; I wasn't exactly the life of the party. But it was fun and relaxing, especially the pool.
Friday we arrived at our condo in the beautiful hilly country side about 30 miles northeast of San Diego. A beautiful 2 bedroom condo with easy access to the pool and hot tub, quiet and relaxing with lots of trees and flowers. A hot tub that would become a good friend of mine! We really enjoyed the lovely sunny weather which stayed in the high 70s to mid 80s, just perfect.
Saturday we drove into San Diego for the marathon expo and to pick up my packet at the San Diego Convention Center. It was cloudy and a bit cold in San Diego, which gave me hope for similar marathon weather. The crowd was huge, with over 30,000 runners plus spectators.
I got my medal, and cried tears of relief and joy.
I can say it...I'm no longer a marathoner wannabe, I'm a MARATHONER!
We started out our journey to San Diego with two nights in Las Vegas. I was probably the most disciplined person over the age of 21 that city has ever seen. Early to bed, eating salads and low fat/high complex carbs, drank one beer (because it was free!), wearing my flip flops instead of high heels; I wasn't exactly the life of the party. But it was fun and relaxing, especially the pool.
Friday we arrived at our condo in the beautiful hilly country side about 30 miles northeast of San Diego. A beautiful 2 bedroom condo with easy access to the pool and hot tub, quiet and relaxing with lots of trees and flowers. A hot tub that would become a good friend of mine! We really enjoyed the lovely sunny weather which stayed in the high 70s to mid 80s, just perfect.
Saturday we drove into San Diego for the marathon expo and to pick up my packet at the San Diego Convention Center. It was cloudy and a bit cold in San Diego, which gave me hope for similar marathon weather. The crowd was huge, with over 30,000 runners plus spectators.
A highlight for me was seeing John "The Penguin" Bingham at the expo, a runner and author I like to follow, almost as much as my guru Hal Higdon.
I spend most of Saturday feeling sick to my stomach (having irritable bowel syndrome is NOT great when you are a distance runner, but it seems many of us do), to the point I broke down and bought Imodium. Horrifying race photos of people who have had an unfortunate accident during their marathon haunted my thoughts, which just made my stomach churn that much more. I pretty much stuck to bagels and bananas most of Saturday, except a small pasta lunch. Complex, low fiber carbs in hopes of not having one of those horrifying pictures of my own! Plus, I just did not want to waste time in the port-a-potty lines along the course.
I did manage to sleep a little Saturday night, which surprised me. I got up at 3:30 AM for our 4:15 AM departure to get the starting line by 5:00 (race start: 6:15). I was surprisingly calm, and mostly just felt bad for my poor husband and kids who had such a long morning ahead of them. I managed to choke down half a bagel and a hard boiled egg, and was relieved my stomach seemed to be on board with the rest of me.
My family (all four kids and hubby) dropped me off at the starting area, which did not allow any parking (think airport passenger drop off). At that point they headed to get some early breakfast then to the shuttle area which would bring them to the finish area (this course actually starts at the San Diego Zoo and ends at Sea World, which are about 9 miles apart). So I was on my own. I had plenty of time for a pit stop at the port-a-potties, which was about a 20 minute wait. I met some really nice runners in line, including a woman who is a three year lymphoma survivor, running her second race since her remission. What a remarkable woman, and she gives all credit and glory to God.
I made my way to my corral (the 4:40 finish time group), chatted with the pace group leader and met several women also running their first full marathon. It was 6:45 by the time I crossed the starting line (the race started in waves, with about 90 seconds between each corral).
I started out with the pace leader, but soon realized he was running significantly faster than our anticipated pace. Turns out his strategy was to run fast at first so that he could slow down toward the end when the group was tired. This is NOT a strategy I use or even agree with, I personally feel that when I start too fast it hurts my finishing time. So, I and a few other members of the group fell back a bit, at about a 10:20 to 10:30 pace (with a goal of staying just under 10:42 to finish in 4 hours 40 minutes). Gotta love my Garmin!
The first few miles were absolutely thrilling, as I enjoyed the oxygen at sea level (I really did notice a huge difference, compared to my usual 6000 feet running at home). However, the best advice I read was to NOT get too excited about the advantage training at altitude would afford me, as this only really helps the lungs. Regardless of altitude, the LEGS fatigue at the same rate. I do think the increased oxygen carrying capacity I have thanks to my altitude living did help my legs, though, as they had more to work with.
The course is billed as being 'flat,' which I personally would agree with coming from Colorado. However, it was what I call 'Colorado-flat,' meaning a lot of rolling hills and minor inclines. Miles 9 through 11 were mostly uphill on the 163 freeway, though I felt fine the whole way. Overall the course was much flatter than anything I run when I am home (Colorado is the best training place, and yes I am biased!). I do know that people from truly flat parts of the country were a bit dismayed that this course was not indeed 'flat' as in 'flat as a pancake,' and I can see where they may have been caught off guard.
I didn't carry water, as part of my strategy was to use the water stations. This worked perfectly, I mastered chugging water from a cup without stopping and felt well hydrated. I had my trusty Shot Blocks in my Spibelt. I popped one in my mouth every 30 minutes, plus I did use on salt tablet at mile 14.
By mile 13 I saw my family on the side cheering for me! Oh my gosh the joy I felt was overwhelming, I ran by and gave them high fives and felt tears in my eyes. I was halfway done, felt great, and had my family to support me. It just cannot get better. I continued feeling really good through about mile 18. The only issue I had was my sock was bunching up in my left shoe, which was annoying but was NOT going to make me stop. I just ignored it. My calf was feeling fine, as was my knee (which had NEVER bothered me, until taper began).
By mile 20 fatigue hit hard, and I pretty much felt numb from the waste down. I could tell my left foot was forming nasty blisters at this point, but ignored it (endorphins rock). The last 6 miles were mostly flat and along the shoreline, with a mile or so loop on a small island right by Sea World. The last 4 miles were brutal, but I was so determined that nothing would stop me. I dug deep into myself to places I never knew existed. I pictured my family at the finish line, and remembered the St. Sebastian medal in my pocket. I kept asking him to pray for me, and I knew that Jesus was right there the whole way.
Funny thing, by this point I caught up to my 4:40 pace group! I ran past my husband Dave, 18 year old son and 10 year old son at mile 26, who joined me for the last 0.2 miles. Holding hands, we crossed the finish line together, and my daughters were there smiling and cheering. I love this picture they snapped just after we crossed the finish line (at 4 hours 39 minutes! Just under my 4:40 goal!):
I got my medal, and cried tears of relief and joy.
After finding the rest of my family, and putting my flip flops on, we boarded the shuttle back to our car. My legs were exhausted, it was funny watching the other runners limp up the shuttle steps like I did.
Back at the condo, I went straight to the pool and fell asleep on a lounge chair. I did do a couple of ice baths later that day, my legs were absolutely dead meat, especially my quads. Stairs were just about impossible. But by Tuesday (48 hours after the marathon), they were so much better I was able to enjoy a day at Universal Studios with my family. Next up this week: Sea World and the beach, before we make our way home this weekend.
All in all, I couldn't be happier. I have a ton of pics to post once I am home.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Next Time I Walk Into My House I Will Be A MARATHONER!
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.
Psalm 91:11
Leaving bright and early in the morning for California, with a fun stop along the way in Las Vegas (nothing like a little hot weather and pool therapy to stay loose!). I couldn't be happier with the weather forecast in San Diego on race day:
Today was a light 3 mile run, with a quick 2 miler in the morning before we leave (which equates to 4 AM). I feel good, I think taper has been a positive thing. A few twinges/aches here and there, but nothing alarming. At this point I am more worried about race day logistics of finding/getting to the starting line, and finding my family at the finish line! And, of course, just GETTING to the finish line is a pretty big priority.
Time to finish packing, I can hardly believe it!
Leaving bright and early in the morning for California, with a fun stop along the way in Las Vegas (nothing like a little hot weather and pool therapy to stay loose!). I couldn't be happier with the weather forecast in San Diego on race day:
Today was a light 3 mile run, with a quick 2 miler in the morning before we leave (which equates to 4 AM). I feel good, I think taper has been a positive thing. A few twinges/aches here and there, but nothing alarming. At this point I am more worried about race day logistics of finding/getting to the starting line, and finding my family at the finish line! And, of course, just GETTING to the finish line is a pretty big priority.
Time to finish packing, I can hardly believe it!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Toenails are for Sissies!
Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. Matthew 16:24
This being the weekend, it was time for my weekly long run. "Long" being relative, my 13.1 mile run today would have seemed exhausting just a few months ago. But today it felt like a break compared to last Saturday's 21 miles. Next weekend is only 8 miles, as my legs continue to rest up and rejuvenate during this taper period leading up to my marathon. My marathon, which happens to be two weeks from today!
My feet felt awesome since having replaced my old worn out shoes ("old" also being a relative word, got them in January....ran in them for four months, put over 500 miles on them).
Oh how I would love a pedicure, but alas, I have at least three toenails that are partially lifting and look like they would like to fall off (a dirty little marathon training secret). Not all people training for marathons lose toenails, but some are doomed. I appear to be in that group, I have done literally everything and tried every trick to maintain my pretty toes. Oh well, my bruised and damaged toenails are nothing compared to the pain and suffering Jesus endured for me. He has assured me He will NEVER leave me during this journey, but He never promised it would be easy.
Now it is time to focus on a much greater joy, and source of pride. My son Joshua is graduating from high school May 25, and will be headed to college this fall to study Mechanical Engineering. I am so very proud of him, and all of my children.
And who am I kidding? I'm looking forward to the upcoming two weeks of majorly decreased mileage. Maybe my toenails will cheer up, too!
This being the weekend, it was time for my weekly long run. "Long" being relative, my 13.1 mile run today would have seemed exhausting just a few months ago. But today it felt like a break compared to last Saturday's 21 miles. Next weekend is only 8 miles, as my legs continue to rest up and rejuvenate during this taper period leading up to my marathon. My marathon, which happens to be two weeks from today!
My feet felt awesome since having replaced my old worn out shoes ("old" also being a relative word, got them in January....ran in them for four months, put over 500 miles on them).
Oh how I would love a pedicure, but alas, I have at least three toenails that are partially lifting and look like they would like to fall off (a dirty little marathon training secret). Not all people training for marathons lose toenails, but some are doomed. I appear to be in that group, I have done literally everything and tried every trick to maintain my pretty toes. Oh well, my bruised and damaged toenails are nothing compared to the pain and suffering Jesus endured for me. He has assured me He will NEVER leave me during this journey, but He never promised it would be easy.
Now it is time to focus on a much greater joy, and source of pride. My son Joshua is graduating from high school May 25, and will be headed to college this fall to study Mechanical Engineering. I am so very proud of him, and all of my children.
And who am I kidding? I'm looking forward to the upcoming two weeks of majorly decreased mileage. Maybe my toenails will cheer up, too!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Let the Taper Madness Begin!
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7
Indeed, 3 weeks from today my feet will cross the starting line of my first marathon. I can hardly believe it.
To date I have had two 18 mile runs, a 20 miler and my final long run of 21.22 miles yesterday. Yes, my training plan stopped at 20 miles. But my brain just had to know I could go further. Crazy how mental running is.
I ran the 20 miler two weeks ago with friends from my running group. Four hours of talking, laughing, encouraging, sharing and holding back tears on the killer 12% incline we hit during mile 19 helped pass the time. And once we got to the top of that hill, we all three cheered for Jesus, the One Who deserves all credit and glory.
Yesterday, though, I had to do my 21.22 mile run alone. It took me exactly 4 hours, and I felt pretty good when I was done. Today I feel great, even managed a 5 mile recovery run just to loosen up a little. Truthfully, I don't know which is harder. Running that distance, or staying with it for 4 hours. A little of both, but it was good mental preparation for the marathon I am about to run by myself (well, me and 50,000 other runners!).
Today is Mother's Day, my beloved family gave me what I asked for....new shoes and a sun visor. My Brooks Adrenalines have not failed me, and I replaced the outgoing pair with the exact same model. This is my third pair of Adrenalines. I was happy to get over 500 miles out the outgoing pair, especially considering how many of those miles were on concrete and rough terrain.
So bring on taper. Crazy woman that I am, I'm already concocting my plan to run another marathon on September 22 here in Denver...16 weeks from my June 3rd marathon. Which means I have to do the standard 4 week recovery running, then slide back into a marathon plan at the midway point. CRAZINESS! I am so hooked.
In the spirit of my tired and achy feet, which were very glad to see the old shoes retire:
Now to stay steadfast and not start doubting myself. I have trained hard, and trained smart. My training WILL see me through. Most of all, Jesus will be with me, so I can't go wrong.
Indeed, 3 weeks from today my feet will cross the starting line of my first marathon. I can hardly believe it.
To date I have had two 18 mile runs, a 20 miler and my final long run of 21.22 miles yesterday. Yes, my training plan stopped at 20 miles. But my brain just had to know I could go further. Crazy how mental running is.
I ran the 20 miler two weeks ago with friends from my running group. Four hours of talking, laughing, encouraging, sharing and holding back tears on the killer 12% incline we hit during mile 19 helped pass the time. And once we got to the top of that hill, we all three cheered for Jesus, the One Who deserves all credit and glory.
Yesterday, though, I had to do my 21.22 mile run alone. It took me exactly 4 hours, and I felt pretty good when I was done. Today I feel great, even managed a 5 mile recovery run just to loosen up a little. Truthfully, I don't know which is harder. Running that distance, or staying with it for 4 hours. A little of both, but it was good mental preparation for the marathon I am about to run by myself (well, me and 50,000 other runners!).
Today is Mother's Day, my beloved family gave me what I asked for....new shoes and a sun visor. My Brooks Adrenalines have not failed me, and I replaced the outgoing pair with the exact same model. This is my third pair of Adrenalines. I was happy to get over 500 miles out the outgoing pair, especially considering how many of those miles were on concrete and rough terrain.
So bring on taper. Crazy woman that I am, I'm already concocting my plan to run another marathon on September 22 here in Denver...16 weeks from my June 3rd marathon. Which means I have to do the standard 4 week recovery running, then slide back into a marathon plan at the midway point. CRAZINESS! I am so hooked.
In the spirit of my tired and achy feet, which were very glad to see the old shoes retire:
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Race Report: Platte River Half Marathon
Fear
not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will
strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous
right hand. Isaiah 41:10
All week the weather reports for today, April 15th have been a conflicted jumble of rain/snow/thunder/lightning/zombie apocalypse. Seriously, I went to bed last night unsure of whether I would be running this race. My deciding factor would be accumulating snow. With 7 weeks till my full marathon, I have no desire to suffer a klutz-injury from falling (and I've been prone this winter). After listening to howling wind and snow pellets hitting the bedroom window most of the night, I was very surprised to see clearing skies and snow covered grassy areas, yet clear pavement in my neighborhood. So the race was on!
I had been debating for weeks how to run this race. Conservative as a training run, or race pace. The debate being whether it would be wise to actually "race" this race, with a marathon in 7 weeks, and risk a race related injury. So I asked Hal Higdon himself, whose plan I am following, and he advised me to race it just to test my fitness level leading up to my marathon. My previous fastest half marathon was 2:11:00, which was just about a 10:00 minute mile average, so I decided to try to do a bit better than that this race.
Lining up at the starting line, I saw some members of my running group, which was awesome and inspiring! It was a chilly but sunny morning, so spirits were high. As the race began, I started with a pretty solid 9:45 pace, and was able to stick between 9:30 and 9:45 until mile two...the first major bottle neck. And I do mean major. The trail squeezed down to the width of a city side walk, with rails on each side, as we passed under a major road and began to wind along the river. This lasted for at least a half a mile, during one point we slowed down to a 12 minute pace at best. Finally, it loosened up, and we began to spread back out.
About mile 5 the wind began to really pick up, to a full-on head wind for the rest of the race. By mile 6 the clouds came back, and it began sleeting/snowing. It remained cold and windy for the remainder.
For the first time ever, I raced without carrying my own water, the goal being to practice my marathon strategy of using the water stations. The best part was the friendly faces of members of my running group who were volunteering!
I was able to maintain a 9:30 to 9:45 or so pace throughout, until mile 13 when the wind really began to howl, to the point I was holding my hat on! This, coupled with running over the only truly big hill of the race, in the form of the 8th avenue viaduct which crosses over I 25, slowed me down a bit in the end. At one point while on the bridge, two other runners jokingly asked if I wanted to hold hands with them so we would not blow over the rail, the wind was so strong. Finally after crossing the bridge and turning the corner, the finish line was visible. I finished at 2:08, with an average pace of 9:48 per mile.
I am quite happy with how I did. I am sure that minus the bottle necks and head wind I would have been faster, but improving my time by 3 minutes was good enough (this time).
Based on the McMillan pace calculator, a 2:08 half marathon should equate to a 4:30 full marathon. We'll see, I'll be happy just finishing!
I'm glad I ran the race, even though I wouldn't describe it as enjoyable, nor is this a race I plan to do again. But for a formally fair weather runner, I have seriously toughened up this year. I think God is showing me that my hard training is paying off, and that I am stronger than I think I am, because HE is with me.
Friday, April 6, 2012
First 18 Mile Run!
They took Jesus, therefore, and He went out, bearing His own cross, to
the place called the Place of a Skull, which is called in Hebrew,
Golgotha. John 19:17
Yesterday marked my longest run to date: 18 miles! To say it was tough is an understatement, but honestly, much of that is the mental aspect of running for over 3 hours. Thankfully a friend from my running group was able to join me for 13 of the miles, and it was a beautiful day.
Considering I had to do this run on Thursday, just 4 days after my usual Saturday long run day (last week was 16 miles), it went well. My legs were a bit fatigued, but not as bad as I feared they would be. The hard cold truth is my schedule is not my own, I have a family and obligations that dictate when I can run. With Easter weekend at hand, it just made sense to get the long run checked off the list early this week.
I LOVE my hydration pack! It seems impossible I can sip my way through 2 liters of water and not have to stop to pee along the way, but that's what happens when you live and run at altitude, in such a dry climate.
The front has two really nice pockets, one holds my I phone, one holds my gels and shot blocks:
The back is pretty compact, and is comfortable for a small woman (well, this small woman...but other small women say the same thing):
As for the run itself, I took it relatively easy with few brisk walk breaks to eat my shot blocks and drink water. Hopefully race day adrenaline and running at sea level will help!
My next long run is actually a half marathon on April 15, it seems odd that 13.1 miles is considered a 'cutback' distance in my marathon training. Then it's back to 18 miles, and my first of two 20 milers. Marathon Day is 8 weeks from Sunday!
When I was running the last 5 miles alone, I tried to remember Jesus, and the walk He endured up that hill, bearing MY cross and MY sins. Suddenly my 18 mile run through beautiful trails on a 65 degree day didn't seem so tough.
Yesterday marked my longest run to date: 18 miles! To say it was tough is an understatement, but honestly, much of that is the mental aspect of running for over 3 hours. Thankfully a friend from my running group was able to join me for 13 of the miles, and it was a beautiful day.
Considering I had to do this run on Thursday, just 4 days after my usual Saturday long run day (last week was 16 miles), it went well. My legs were a bit fatigued, but not as bad as I feared they would be. The hard cold truth is my schedule is not my own, I have a family and obligations that dictate when I can run. With Easter weekend at hand, it just made sense to get the long run checked off the list early this week.
I LOVE my hydration pack! It seems impossible I can sip my way through 2 liters of water and not have to stop to pee along the way, but that's what happens when you live and run at altitude, in such a dry climate.
The front has two really nice pockets, one holds my I phone, one holds my gels and shot blocks:
My next long run is actually a half marathon on April 15, it seems odd that 13.1 miles is considered a 'cutback' distance in my marathon training. Then it's back to 18 miles, and my first of two 20 milers. Marathon Day is 8 weeks from Sunday!
When I was running the last 5 miles alone, I tried to remember Jesus, and the walk He endured up that hill, bearing MY cross and MY sins. Suddenly my 18 mile run through beautiful trails on a 65 degree day didn't seem so tough.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Redirecting
You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in
heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them... Exodus 20:4
Perspective is a funny thing. To my non-runner friends, my training schedule sounds monumental. However, compared to my veteran marathoner friends, it's pretty fledgling as far as marathon training goes.
But for me, reaching the point in training during which I have two long runs per week is a big deal. Wednesday has always been a 'sorta long run,' flanked by two shorter runs on Tuesday and Thursday. From this point on, Wednesday's runs are anywhere from 8 to 10 miles long, with Tuesday and Thursday being 5 miles. This Saturday is a 16 mile long run, which I will be increasing by two miles per week from here on out (with a cutback weekend every 3 weeks). This will allow for two 20 mile runs before I enter the taper phase of training plan. My weekly mileage will peak somewhere around 40 to 45 miles, assuming I don't need to miss any weekday runs for extra rest.
I am reminded this Lenten Season that first and foremost in my life must be God. Period. No debate. However, it is so easy to try to check Jesus at the curb with the rest of the cheering crowd. It's so easy to make this all about ME. Running becomes a false idol.
Well, it's NOT all about me. It's all about HIM. My Lord and Savior Jesus, who by His very grace I am blessed to have two legs, two feet, and the strength to do this. Without Him I am nothing. Without Him, I can't do this. He is my Running Coach, plain and simple. He will give me one more breath, one more step, one more mile, until I reach the finish line. I rely solely upon Him.
I love this prayer:
Run by my side, live in my heartbeat. Give strength to my steps. As the cold surrounds me, as the wind pushes me, I know you surround me, as the rain cleanses me, I know you are touching me, challenging me, loving me. And so I give you this run. Thank you for matching my stride. Amen
Perspective is a funny thing. To my non-runner friends, my training schedule sounds monumental. However, compared to my veteran marathoner friends, it's pretty fledgling as far as marathon training goes.
But for me, reaching the point in training during which I have two long runs per week is a big deal. Wednesday has always been a 'sorta long run,' flanked by two shorter runs on Tuesday and Thursday. From this point on, Wednesday's runs are anywhere from 8 to 10 miles long, with Tuesday and Thursday being 5 miles. This Saturday is a 16 mile long run, which I will be increasing by two miles per week from here on out (with a cutback weekend every 3 weeks). This will allow for two 20 mile runs before I enter the taper phase of training plan. My weekly mileage will peak somewhere around 40 to 45 miles, assuming I don't need to miss any weekday runs for extra rest.
I am reminded this Lenten Season that first and foremost in my life must be God. Period. No debate. However, it is so easy to try to check Jesus at the curb with the rest of the cheering crowd. It's so easy to make this all about ME. Running becomes a false idol.
Well, it's NOT all about me. It's all about HIM. My Lord and Savior Jesus, who by His very grace I am blessed to have two legs, two feet, and the strength to do this. Without Him I am nothing. Without Him, I can't do this. He is my Running Coach, plain and simple. He will give me one more breath, one more step, one more mile, until I reach the finish line. I rely solely upon Him.
I love this prayer:
Run by my side, live in my heartbeat. Give strength to my steps. As the cold surrounds me, as the wind pushes me, I know you surround me, as the rain cleanses me, I know you are touching me, challenging me, loving me. And so I give you this run. Thank you for matching my stride. Amen
Monday, March 12, 2012
Marathon Under 12 Weeks Away!
Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God." Mark 10:27
I can hardly believe it, the San Diego Rock n Roll Marathon is just under 12 weeks away! I have that bizzare feeling of "I can't wait!!" mixed with "What am I DOING??"
My training is going very well (thanks Hal Higdon!) and I have met my new best friend, the 'calf compression sleeve.' I am currently running in black sleeves:
But in true Rock n Roll Marathon spirit think I will go a bit wild in neon pink!
Seriously, with people dressed like Elvis and Joan Jett at these races, how bad they can look?
The calf sleeve provides just enough compression to really feel good and supportive during my long runs, and for recovery after. My calves feel great, and I like that they aren't an actual sock.
I ran a beautiful and relaxing 12 miles last Saturday early morning, with an experienced marathoner from my group (thanks Pat!). I asked her a hundred questions as we wound through historic neighborhoods in downtown Denver (Cheesman Park area). Gorgeous tree-lined streets and beautiful mansions make for some nice scenary.
Now that I am under the 12 week mark, the miles are really picking up each week. I continually pray that Jesus will keep me strong and injury free, and that I will trust my training plan and stay with it.
I can hardly believe it, the San Diego Rock n Roll Marathon is just under 12 weeks away! I have that bizzare feeling of "I can't wait!!" mixed with "What am I DOING??"
My training is going very well (thanks Hal Higdon!) and I have met my new best friend, the 'calf compression sleeve.' I am currently running in black sleeves:
The calf sleeve provides just enough compression to really feel good and supportive during my long runs, and for recovery after. My calves feel great, and I like that they aren't an actual sock.
I ran a beautiful and relaxing 12 miles last Saturday early morning, with an experienced marathoner from my group (thanks Pat!). I asked her a hundred questions as we wound through historic neighborhoods in downtown Denver (Cheesman Park area). Gorgeous tree-lined streets and beautiful mansions make for some nice scenary.
Now that I am under the 12 week mark, the miles are really picking up each week. I continually pray that Jesus will keep me strong and injury free, and that I will trust my training plan and stay with it.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Sometimes You Just Gotta Say....
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.... a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up..." Ecclesiastes 3: 1 and 3
I have a calf muscle that started with a dull ache last week (have done a lot of reading about this, turns out extreme cold below 20 or so degrees lends itself to calf muscle pulls! I was only wearing one layer of UA cold gear tights on my legs, should have had two more layers on). I don't think I am someone who can run when it is much below 25 degrees without consequence, I have definitely learned my limits this season.
Anyway, today is day three of no running while I use the tried and true principles of RICE: Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation (it feels almost normal today, yay!), and I realized something... I needed the rest body, mind and spirit. It especially occurred to me this morning, when instead of meeting my running group for a 7 AM run, I slept until 9:30, then laid in bed drinking the Starbucks my lovely hubby brought me. Probably because I stayed up late watching movies with my family, instead of going to bed early due to a 6 AM Saturday alarm clock. That, after going out for Mexican food last night with my family...something I would NEVER do the night before a Saturday morning long run.
I've decided that my achy calf was just relaying a message for my whole body. Missing a run or two isn't a big deal (especially since this was my cutback week, I obviously needed it)...but failing to miss a run or two when my body needs to could very quickly become disastrous to my marathon training, on more than one level.
I have a calf muscle that started with a dull ache last week (have done a lot of reading about this, turns out extreme cold below 20 or so degrees lends itself to calf muscle pulls! I was only wearing one layer of UA cold gear tights on my legs, should have had two more layers on). I don't think I am someone who can run when it is much below 25 degrees without consequence, I have definitely learned my limits this season.
Anyway, today is day three of no running while I use the tried and true principles of RICE: Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation (it feels almost normal today, yay!), and I realized something... I needed the rest body, mind and spirit. It especially occurred to me this morning, when instead of meeting my running group for a 7 AM run, I slept until 9:30, then laid in bed drinking the Starbucks my lovely hubby brought me. Probably because I stayed up late watching movies with my family, instead of going to bed early due to a 6 AM Saturday alarm clock. That, after going out for Mexican food last night with my family...something I would NEVER do the night before a Saturday morning long run.
I've decided that my achy calf was just relaying a message for my whole body. Missing a run or two isn't a big deal (especially since this was my cutback week, I obviously needed it)...but failing to miss a run or two when my body needs to could very quickly become disastrous to my marathon training, on more than one level.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Virtual Run for Sherry Arnold
Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In
my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told
you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and
prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me
that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I
am going. John 14:1-4
On Saturday morning, February 11, a virtual run was held in memory of Sherry Arnold, the Montana wife, mom, and teacher who in January was abducted and killed just a short distance from her home on an early morning run. Though her killer has been caught and has confessed, her body has yet to be located. Women runners around the country feel so acutely the pain and anguish of her family, and the outrage that a woman is not safe to go outside and revel in God's creation on a morning run.
My running group participated, as we all put on the memorial bibs and headed out at 7:25 AM on an arctic cold 10 degree, snowy morning...thankful to have a group to run with and stay safe.
It was one of those beautiful Colorado mornings with a blanket of snow, and air so cold it forms glittery crystals. But it was COLD. Once again I ran with a frozen water bottle!
I was blessed to run with two women who run a very similar pace to mine, and also have a little more marathon experience than I do. I was planning a 15 mile run, but the ice and cold slowed our pace enough that I ended up running just shy of 17 miles. We ran about 5 miles to Cherry Creek State Park, then ran through the snow covered park. A highlight was the small herd of deer running across our path, looking so graceful compared to how our cold and cramping legs felt!
During the last 4 or so miles we realized it was warming up, enough so we took our gloves off as we continued on. The sun had broken through, and the biting wind calmed. After arriving back to our cars I had to laugh when my thermometer read a balmy 19 degrees at that point...what a warm up!
It was grueling and wonderful all at the same time, in a way that only long distance runners can understand.
And still, I am not quite sure how my mountainous high altitude arctic training will relate to my sunny sea level San Diego Marathon on June 3, but runs like yesterday assure me I can do it.
On Saturday morning, February 11, a virtual run was held in memory of Sherry Arnold, the Montana wife, mom, and teacher who in January was abducted and killed just a short distance from her home on an early morning run. Though her killer has been caught and has confessed, her body has yet to be located. Women runners around the country feel so acutely the pain and anguish of her family, and the outrage that a woman is not safe to go outside and revel in God's creation on a morning run.
My running group participated, as we all put on the memorial bibs and headed out at 7:25 AM on an arctic cold 10 degree, snowy morning...thankful to have a group to run with and stay safe.
It was one of those beautiful Colorado mornings with a blanket of snow, and air so cold it forms glittery crystals. But it was COLD. Once again I ran with a frozen water bottle!
I was blessed to run with two women who run a very similar pace to mine, and also have a little more marathon experience than I do. I was planning a 15 mile run, but the ice and cold slowed our pace enough that I ended up running just shy of 17 miles. We ran about 5 miles to Cherry Creek State Park, then ran through the snow covered park. A highlight was the small herd of deer running across our path, looking so graceful compared to how our cold and cramping legs felt!
During the last 4 or so miles we realized it was warming up, enough so we took our gloves off as we continued on. The sun had broken through, and the biting wind calmed. After arriving back to our cars I had to laugh when my thermometer read a balmy 19 degrees at that point...what a warm up!
It was grueling and wonderful all at the same time, in a way that only long distance runners can understand.
And still, I am not quite sure how my mountainous high altitude arctic training will relate to my sunny sea level San Diego Marathon on June 3, but runs like yesterday assure me I can do it.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
We HAVE A MARATHON!!
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. Psalms 119:105
San Diego Rock n Roll Full Marathon: June 3, 2012! Almost 4 months sooner than I had originally planned.
I can't remember EVER taking this long to fill out a form and hit the 'submit' key. I'd fill it out, then have a "Oh, wait" thought and do more research. I am now fairly versed in San Diego average June temperatures and elevation changes, among other random facts I suddenly felt compelled to learn. Finally, I hit 'submit,' which was the final step, and the FIRST step toward my marathon, all at the same time.
God is so very good! This date fits beautifully into our plans to take a family trip to Southern California, meaning Dave and all four kids can be there to encourage me over that finish line. And, it came with a freebie ticket to Sea World for me, and discounts for my large family...a savings that was bigger than my marathon entry fee. My inner skinflint was absolutely gleeful. Now if I can get the time share week my parents are letting us use to line up, I will be all set! I have faith, God won't let a single detail slip by.
I am officially in the first of an 18 week training program. Thanks to my compulsive nature and desire to run long distances on weekends, I am already half way to the 26.2 mile mark.
So off I go. Lots of miles between here and there to be run. I have banned myself from complaining about this undertaking that is 100% my own doing, and to constantly seek the lessons the Lord is teaching me along the way.
And hey...since I am also planning to run the Denver Rock n Roll marathon in September, I will get the awesome 'Heavy Medalist' medal...love my bling!! Could it get better?
San Diego Rock n Roll Full Marathon: June 3, 2012! Almost 4 months sooner than I had originally planned.
I can't remember EVER taking this long to fill out a form and hit the 'submit' key. I'd fill it out, then have a "Oh, wait" thought and do more research. I am now fairly versed in San Diego average June temperatures and elevation changes, among other random facts I suddenly felt compelled to learn. Finally, I hit 'submit,' which was the final step, and the FIRST step toward my marathon, all at the same time.
God is so very good! This date fits beautifully into our plans to take a family trip to Southern California, meaning Dave and all four kids can be there to encourage me over that finish line. And, it came with a freebie ticket to Sea World for me, and discounts for my large family...a savings that was bigger than my marathon entry fee. My inner skinflint was absolutely gleeful. Now if I can get the time share week my parents are letting us use to line up, I will be all set! I have faith, God won't let a single detail slip by.
I am officially in the first of an 18 week training program. Thanks to my compulsive nature and desire to run long distances on weekends, I am already half way to the 26.2 mile mark.
So off I go. Lots of miles between here and there to be run. I have banned myself from complaining about this undertaking that is 100% my own doing, and to constantly seek the lessons the Lord is teaching me along the way.
And hey...since I am also planning to run the Denver Rock n Roll marathon in September, I will get the awesome 'Heavy Medalist' medal...love my bling!! Could it get better?
Sunday, January 29, 2012
And I thought skiing was a cold sport....
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified;
do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever
you go. Joshua 1:9
I don't ski much anymore (well, really, at all). My skiing days were mostly high school, college, and before kids. The price of skiing now is so high that for a family of 6 it would be cheaper to go to Disneyland (almost). Now my LEAST favorite part about skiing is being COLD, and getting wet, then even COLDER.
Yesterday I decided winter running is more brutal than skiing. Met my running group for a 6:30 AM 12 mile run (a few of the runners who have a marathon coming up met at 5:00 AM in order to get 20 miles in).
Here is my car thermometer when I arrived. The temp was the same when I was done.
It was very dark and cold as we took off. I had three layers of Under Armour cold gear on, which was about right. We honestly felt pretty good after a mile or so. About an hour into the run, though, when we tried to get a drink from our water bottles we were carrying, we realized how cold it really was...they were all frozen! All of our chomps, blocks, skittles, hard as rocks in the packs we were wearing!
We kept going, made it the full 12 and to the house of the runner who was hosting an oatmeal breakfast. After about five minutes inside, teeth began chattering as we started to thaw and our cold, damp clothes felt clammier and clammier. My pony tail was an icicle....seriously, how do you sweat when it is this cold?
Brutal, yes, worth it, yes.
I don't ski much anymore (well, really, at all). My skiing days were mostly high school, college, and before kids. The price of skiing now is so high that for a family of 6 it would be cheaper to go to Disneyland (almost). Now my LEAST favorite part about skiing is being COLD, and getting wet, then even COLDER.
Yesterday I decided winter running is more brutal than skiing. Met my running group for a 6:30 AM 12 mile run (a few of the runners who have a marathon coming up met at 5:00 AM in order to get 20 miles in).
Here is my car thermometer when I arrived. The temp was the same when I was done.
It was very dark and cold as we took off. I had three layers of Under Armour cold gear on, which was about right. We honestly felt pretty good after a mile or so. About an hour into the run, though, when we tried to get a drink from our water bottles we were carrying, we realized how cold it really was...they were all frozen! All of our chomps, blocks, skittles, hard as rocks in the packs we were wearing!
We kept going, made it the full 12 and to the house of the runner who was hosting an oatmeal breakfast. After about five minutes inside, teeth began chattering as we started to thaw and our cold, damp clothes felt clammier and clammier. My pony tail was an icicle....seriously, how do you sweat when it is this cold?
Brutal, yes, worth it, yes.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Frosty's Frozen 10 Mile Race Report
Therefore, since we have been surrounded by such
a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders
and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance
the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1
Yesterday I ran my first 10 mile race. Wasn't really sure what to expect. I've done half marathons and other distances, plus my weekend runs are usually at least 10 miles, so the distance is not a problem for me. Which is probably why I was so surprised the race was so hard. This is going to sound like a serious downer, but as always, the Lord works everything for good for those who trust Him.
First of all, I found out the day before that this smallish, local race with such a cutesy name and t shirt is actually very hardcore, and the official race for Colorado (ie meaning the winner is officially the fastest in the 10 mile distance in our state). I don't think I have EVER been at a race with so many ultra lean and mean people. Really there were very few 'recreational' runners, no walkers, etc. I don't remember seeing ANYONE who was even marginally overweight. I found this group of under 400 people to be very intimidating.
The weather was very warm for January (40s at the start, 60 by the end) which was a nice surprise. Thanks to hubby and Johnny being there, I was able to re-focus on my own goal. This was just another training run for me, a step toward increasing my race experience and working toward my marathon goal. So I popped my ear buds in, turned on my music, and tried to tune out the runners.
I am still struggling with starting races too fast. My plan is always to run the first mile at about a 10 minute mile, then begin eeking further and further under the 10 mark as the miles go on. In spite of that, my first mile was 9:30. I justified it with the scattered down hill sections (duh...being a point and back race, that of course meant I had to run back up those big hills at the finish line). The course was otherwise what I call 'Colorado flat.' There is flat, and there is 'Colorado flat,' which means rolling hills and no big killer ascents. I always feel bad for out of state and sea level runners who travel here. They must think our mapping people are idiots!
It occurred to me in the second mile that I had failed miserably preparing the day before. I had been very busy all day at work, and came home to a house full of kids and activity. It had been a hard week, and I was feeling very bad for our college daughter and her friends who were staying at our house over night so they could go to a friend's funeral that day. Add to that trying to get three teenagers out the door by 9 AM for a downtown Catholic youth rally (which turned out to be a huge blessing). Still, after a crummy night's sleep I woke up stressed, tired, sad, and dehydrated. Not a good way to start a 10 mile race.
All in all I struggled most of the way with feelings of wanting to quit, something I have never done. Though I had my water bottle with me, I felt dehydrated and had muscle cramps the whole way. It was an isolated trail run, so no bystanders, no one cheering, it would have been good to have someone to run with. Good thing my Running Coach is always there.
But I didn't quit, and I finished in 1 hour 39 minutes, about a 9:55 per mile pace. And once I crossed the finish line to my awaiting hubby and Johnny, it all hit me how much I love running, and how much this tough race with some of the best runners in my state had taught me. Best of all I wasn't in last place, which was my fear in that hard core group! I placed 13th out of 28 in my age group, and 246 overall out of 380 runners or so (which included a huge population of young, tall, skinny, fit male runners. Compared to a 40 something, short woman...let's just say they have an edge). I can live with that!
I learned some big lessons. First of all, no matter how long or how short, races are HARD. Since this distance is not a problem for me, I took it for granted that the race would be easy, so I didn't give it much thought ahead of time. The adrenaline rush, the butterflies, the other racers, and the fact that I run harder and faster set races apart from even very long training runs.
Second, I learned first hand the value of hydrating the two days before a race. Because I have always done so, I don't think I knew just how bad it is to forget! It was several hours after the race that I felt re-hydrated, and that was after drinking a lot of water and low sugar sports drinks.
Third, I decided I really DON'T like racing listening to my ipod. Training runs, sure (on the treadmill especially). But in races I prefer to focus on the trail and surroundings. I learn a lot from watching other runners, too (and there were excellent examples on this race!). I think using my Ipod caused me to feel further isolated.
Fourth...There is NOTHING like crossing the finish line, tired, sweaty, joyful crying...to my awaiting family. NOTHING. Whatever full marathon I choose, it must be one my family can be there for. No fun destination can outweigh family support!
Finally, I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me. No doubt in my mind it was the Holy Spirit who kept putting one foot in front of the other.
Crazy....just crazy!! I love running, even this tough race!! Because I feel stronger and even more prepared having persevered.
Yesterday I ran my first 10 mile race. Wasn't really sure what to expect. I've done half marathons and other distances, plus my weekend runs are usually at least 10 miles, so the distance is not a problem for me. Which is probably why I was so surprised the race was so hard. This is going to sound like a serious downer, but as always, the Lord works everything for good for those who trust Him.
First of all, I found out the day before that this smallish, local race with such a cutesy name and t shirt is actually very hardcore, and the official race for Colorado (ie meaning the winner is officially the fastest in the 10 mile distance in our state). I don't think I have EVER been at a race with so many ultra lean and mean people. Really there were very few 'recreational' runners, no walkers, etc. I don't remember seeing ANYONE who was even marginally overweight. I found this group of under 400 people to be very intimidating.
The weather was very warm for January (40s at the start, 60 by the end) which was a nice surprise. Thanks to hubby and Johnny being there, I was able to re-focus on my own goal. This was just another training run for me, a step toward increasing my race experience and working toward my marathon goal. So I popped my ear buds in, turned on my music, and tried to tune out the runners.
I am still struggling with starting races too fast. My plan is always to run the first mile at about a 10 minute mile, then begin eeking further and further under the 10 mark as the miles go on. In spite of that, my first mile was 9:30. I justified it with the scattered down hill sections (duh...being a point and back race, that of course meant I had to run back up those big hills at the finish line). The course was otherwise what I call 'Colorado flat.' There is flat, and there is 'Colorado flat,' which means rolling hills and no big killer ascents. I always feel bad for out of state and sea level runners who travel here. They must think our mapping people are idiots!
It occurred to me in the second mile that I had failed miserably preparing the day before. I had been very busy all day at work, and came home to a house full of kids and activity. It had been a hard week, and I was feeling very bad for our college daughter and her friends who were staying at our house over night so they could go to a friend's funeral that day. Add to that trying to get three teenagers out the door by 9 AM for a downtown Catholic youth rally (which turned out to be a huge blessing). Still, after a crummy night's sleep I woke up stressed, tired, sad, and dehydrated. Not a good way to start a 10 mile race.
All in all I struggled most of the way with feelings of wanting to quit, something I have never done. Though I had my water bottle with me, I felt dehydrated and had muscle cramps the whole way. It was an isolated trail run, so no bystanders, no one cheering, it would have been good to have someone to run with. Good thing my Running Coach is always there.
But I didn't quit, and I finished in 1 hour 39 minutes, about a 9:55 per mile pace. And once I crossed the finish line to my awaiting hubby and Johnny, it all hit me how much I love running, and how much this tough race with some of the best runners in my state had taught me. Best of all I wasn't in last place, which was my fear in that hard core group! I placed 13th out of 28 in my age group, and 246 overall out of 380 runners or so (which included a huge population of young, tall, skinny, fit male runners. Compared to a 40 something, short woman...let's just say they have an edge). I can live with that!
I learned some big lessons. First of all, no matter how long or how short, races are HARD. Since this distance is not a problem for me, I took it for granted that the race would be easy, so I didn't give it much thought ahead of time. The adrenaline rush, the butterflies, the other racers, and the fact that I run harder and faster set races apart from even very long training runs.
Second, I learned first hand the value of hydrating the two days before a race. Because I have always done so, I don't think I knew just how bad it is to forget! It was several hours after the race that I felt re-hydrated, and that was after drinking a lot of water and low sugar sports drinks.
Third, I decided I really DON'T like racing listening to my ipod. Training runs, sure (on the treadmill especially). But in races I prefer to focus on the trail and surroundings. I learn a lot from watching other runners, too (and there were excellent examples on this race!). I think using my Ipod caused me to feel further isolated.
Fourth...There is NOTHING like crossing the finish line, tired, sweaty, joyful crying...to my awaiting family. NOTHING. Whatever full marathon I choose, it must be one my family can be there for. No fun destination can outweigh family support!
Finally, I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me. No doubt in my mind it was the Holy Spirit who kept putting one foot in front of the other.
Crazy....just crazy!! I love running, even this tough race!! Because I feel stronger and even more prepared having persevered.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Cross Training: My Weak Link
For God has not given us a spirit of timidity, but of power and love and discipline.
2 Timothy 1:7
Given I work full time during the school year as a school nurse, have a large and very active family, and am running 5 days a week, cross training is easy to put off. However, this is by far my favorite cross training activity:
It's a tough routine, a little over 60 minutes, but it's a great strength and stretch in one workout. I also add about 15 minutes of very basic Pilates core exercises. I've been doing this about 2 days a week for a long time, but really need to bump it to three.
Many people are stunned to learn that running is NOT a muscle building activity. It is actually a muscle WASTING (catabolic) activity. Marathon runners can actually experience an increase in body fat percentage, though their weight may not change. This is due simply to the wasting of muscle mass. It is very important that runners do some for of strength training to offset this process.
An ugly little running secret: People who start running, and a few months later find extra pounds on the scale are told by non-runners "it must be muscle." Nope, it must be eating more than you are burning off running. In a 10 mile run, based on my age and weight, I burn off roughly 750 calories. That's about a Big Mac and a few fries, not super-sized. It is very easy to eat and exceed the calories burned during running.
Granted the increased glycogen stores the leg muscles hoard for the demands of the long run also causes water retention in the legs, which can show a few pounds on the scale as well.
Running DOES tone muscles, and make them tight and fit. That's what leads to fit looking 'runner's legs.' However, runners with big muscle-bound legs are also doing a lot of lower body weight lifting. Since that's not a look I aim for, my yoga and Pilates, with some squats and lunges, works perfect.
Said by one who would rather run 15 miles than do a 20 minute weight routine. I am currently running in the morning and doing Yoga and Pilates two days after work, and on Sunday. I really should add some weight training in as well, and plan to do that by March or so. A big mistake runners make is to try to do too much too soon, which always ends in injury.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
A New Outlook on Running
Run in such a way as to get the prize. 25
Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do
it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that
will last forever. 1 Cor 9:24-25
Getting up at 6:00 AM on a cold, dark Saturday morning takes discipline. Yawning, stretching, fumbling for coffee as I pull on my Under Armour Cold gear, I think I was awake by the time I got in my car to drive 30 minutes to the trail. But just like I knew it would be, it was oh-so-worth-it.
Another wonderful long run with my women's distance running group. 11 very challenging, VERY hilly miles in the Denver foothills, but absolutely beautiful. Cold air, snow on the ground, but no ice on the trail...it really doesn't get any better.
Today I felt a little more in 'tune' and confident within the group. I was able to keep up with their pace, and ran the whole way chatting with two other women. I can honestly say this is the very first long run that I wasn't constantly checking my watch, wasn't wishing the miles away, and truly just enjoyed the run, beauty of nature, and the company of other runners. We talked about our families, about running, about our goals, races we've run, races we hope to run. We pushed each other to run up the hills, some of which were 2 miles long, and steep. But mostly we just had a good time.
The beginning of the run was mostly flat and a little downhill. Anyone who runs in Colorado knows that downhill means one thing: UPHILL is just around the bend. So as the downhill became steeper and steeper, we could see the uphill looming in the distance. Add to that a bit higher altitude than my normal 6000 feet, it was a great workout. And it did not disappoint. Many of the group had planned to only run 9 miles, some closer to 20, my training plan called for 11 miles. About half way through, on a very steep ascent, I began to think 9 miles would be plenty. However, about mile 8 my trusty second wind kicked in, and finished my 11 miles, feeling like I could run more. With a race coming up next week, I decided to keep to my11 mile plan.
The best part of my Saturday long runs? Coming home to my family and the wonderful Starbucks Mocha my beloved husband has gone out to get me, and a hot shower, followed by being generally lazy for a few hours, or maybe the whole day.
I really do love running. Some days I wonder, but today I am sure. Thank you Jesus!
Getting up at 6:00 AM on a cold, dark Saturday morning takes discipline. Yawning, stretching, fumbling for coffee as I pull on my Under Armour Cold gear, I think I was awake by the time I got in my car to drive 30 minutes to the trail. But just like I knew it would be, it was oh-so-worth-it.
Another wonderful long run with my women's distance running group. 11 very challenging, VERY hilly miles in the Denver foothills, but absolutely beautiful. Cold air, snow on the ground, but no ice on the trail...it really doesn't get any better.
Today I felt a little more in 'tune' and confident within the group. I was able to keep up with their pace, and ran the whole way chatting with two other women. I can honestly say this is the very first long run that I wasn't constantly checking my watch, wasn't wishing the miles away, and truly just enjoyed the run, beauty of nature, and the company of other runners. We talked about our families, about running, about our goals, races we've run, races we hope to run. We pushed each other to run up the hills, some of which were 2 miles long, and steep. But mostly we just had a good time.
The beginning of the run was mostly flat and a little downhill. Anyone who runs in Colorado knows that downhill means one thing: UPHILL is just around the bend. So as the downhill became steeper and steeper, we could see the uphill looming in the distance. Add to that a bit higher altitude than my normal 6000 feet, it was a great workout. And it did not disappoint. Many of the group had planned to only run 9 miles, some closer to 20, my training plan called for 11 miles. About half way through, on a very steep ascent, I began to think 9 miles would be plenty. However, about mile 8 my trusty second wind kicked in, and finished my 11 miles, feeling like I could run more. With a race coming up next week, I decided to keep to my11 mile plan.
The best part of my Saturday long runs? Coming home to my family and the wonderful Starbucks Mocha my beloved husband has gone out to get me, and a hot shower, followed by being generally lazy for a few hours, or maybe the whole day.
I really do love running. Some days I wonder, but today I am sure. Thank you Jesus!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Running in a Winter Wonderland
Lift up your eyes on high, And see who has
created these things. Isaiah 40:26
Absolutely beautiful, but a tad chilly and very icy at 23 degrees. Note to self: Yak Trax don't do much good sitting on my dresser and not on my shoes.
Here's my trail, love all the bunny tracks. Some days the beauty of God's Creation overwhelms me. We are truly blessed to live in Colorado.
Absolutely beautiful, but a tad chilly and very icy at 23 degrees. Note to self: Yak Trax don't do much good sitting on my dresser and not on my shoes.
Here's my trail, love all the bunny tracks. Some days the beauty of God's Creation overwhelms me. We are truly blessed to live in Colorado.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Nothing to do with running but....
I am a Bronco fanatic, and I absolutely adore Tim Tebow. Turns out my Running Coach is his Coach, too :)
Best part of all? In the playoff game against the Steelers, when Tim threw the game winning touchdown pass in over time, his official yards passing for the game was 316. If that isn't cool enough for you, his average distance per pass was 31.6 yards. And just to show God doesn't skimp on details, the view ratings maxed out at 31.6 million during the game.
Best part of all? In the playoff game against the Steelers, when Tim threw the game winning touchdown pass in over time, his official yards passing for the game was 316. If that isn't cool enough for you, his average distance per pass was 31.6 yards. And just to show God doesn't skimp on details, the view ratings maxed out at 31.6 million during the game.
Running Group Meeting
Pride only breeds quarrels, but wisdom is found in those who take advice. Proverbs 13:10
Today was the annual meeting of the women's running group I have joined. It was really great to see how organized the group is, and the members are very welcoming and friendly. In addition to the long Saturday runs, I will be joining them when they begin their track training at a local high school. They have a running coach who works on speed drills, I'm really excited about it!
Meanwhile, the amount of wisdom, experience, and advice that God has brought into my life through this group is both humbling and empowering.
Today was the annual meeting of the women's running group I have joined. It was really great to see how organized the group is, and the members are very welcoming and friendly. In addition to the long Saturday runs, I will be joining them when they begin their track training at a local high school. They have a running coach who works on speed drills, I'm really excited about it!
Meanwhile, the amount of wisdom, experience, and advice that God has brought into my life through this group is both humbling and empowering.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
First Group Run
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but
those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on
wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and
not be faint. Isahiah 40:29-31
7:15 AM, 21 degrees according to my car thermometer....
I did it! I ran with my group! And I loved it :). It was extremely challenging, a very hilly 10 miles, lots of ice on the trail, and only 23 degrees at 7:30 when we started off. The group consists of women ages 20s to 50s and 60s, all distance runners. Most have done marathons, some have done ultras and centuries,most are faster than me, a few are about my pace, a few maybe took it a little slower. That was the hard part: Following my own pace. Not sure why, it really isn't the 'ego' reasons most would think it would be. It was more a matter of not wanting to hold anyone up, not wanting to get behind and get lost (that was key!), and maybe a LITTLE bit of not wanting to be the slowest.
In my races I usually finish in the top 30% overall and for my age group, so I'm just a tad faster than average.
I think this is going to be good for me. I hope it is going to help me evolve my running from purely a train and race activity to something more social and enjoyable, I could really use that. And, I think this group is going to help me reach my full marathon goal.
I'm super glad my Running Coach coaxed me out of my isolated running world!
7:15 AM, 21 degrees according to my car thermometer....
I did it! I ran with my group! And I loved it :). It was extremely challenging, a very hilly 10 miles, lots of ice on the trail, and only 23 degrees at 7:30 when we started off. The group consists of women ages 20s to 50s and 60s, all distance runners. Most have done marathons, some have done ultras and centuries,most are faster than me, a few are about my pace, a few maybe took it a little slower. That was the hard part: Following my own pace. Not sure why, it really isn't the 'ego' reasons most would think it would be. It was more a matter of not wanting to hold anyone up, not wanting to get behind and get lost (that was key!), and maybe a LITTLE bit of not wanting to be the slowest.
In my races I usually finish in the top 30% overall and for my age group, so I'm just a tad faster than average.
I think this is going to be good for me. I hope it is going to help me evolve my running from purely a train and race activity to something more social and enjoyable, I could really use that. And, I think this group is going to help me reach my full marathon goal.
I'm super glad my Running Coach coaxed me out of my isolated running world!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Running: A Lesson in Patience
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Galatians 5:22-23
Honestly I am very blessed. Since I don't believe in jinxes, I am comfortable saying I have not yet had a significant injury. A few aches and pains, but that's it. But those darn aches and pains can be, well, a pain. Especially when I stubbornly stick to my training plan rather than cutting back on miles or intensity. Note to self: that doesn't work.
Through my various aches and pains I have learned a very valuable lesson: Self Control. No matter how great I feel, I force myself to increase my running gradually, never more than a 10% increase in distance per week (which, until a runner reaches 10 miles, means less than a mile a week). This approach has helped me to see my longest run yet of just a little over 14 miles, a number I will be exceeding in the coming months, by quite a bit.
I cringe when I see brand new runners increasing their distance quickly, running 6 days a week, on steep inclines, etc. I've learned the hard way that if I preach caution to them, they are only annoyed. Then, without fail, they end up with a nasty case of runner's knee, tell me that if I don't stop running I will need a knee replacement, and decide running is a fool hardy activity. I truly believe that done correctly, running is very safe and healthy.
It never ceases to amaze me how much grace God is showing me through my running. After all, my Running Coach is His Son.
Honestly I am very blessed. Since I don't believe in jinxes, I am comfortable saying I have not yet had a significant injury. A few aches and pains, but that's it. But those darn aches and pains can be, well, a pain. Especially when I stubbornly stick to my training plan rather than cutting back on miles or intensity. Note to self: that doesn't work.
Through my various aches and pains I have learned a very valuable lesson: Self Control. No matter how great I feel, I force myself to increase my running gradually, never more than a 10% increase in distance per week (which, until a runner reaches 10 miles, means less than a mile a week). This approach has helped me to see my longest run yet of just a little over 14 miles, a number I will be exceeding in the coming months, by quite a bit.
I cringe when I see brand new runners increasing their distance quickly, running 6 days a week, on steep inclines, etc. I've learned the hard way that if I preach caution to them, they are only annoyed. Then, without fail, they end up with a nasty case of runner's knee, tell me that if I don't stop running I will need a knee replacement, and decide running is a fool hardy activity. I truly believe that done correctly, running is very safe and healthy.
It never ceases to amaze me how much grace God is showing me through my running. After all, my Running Coach is His Son.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Loner Who Joined a Running Group
Where there is no guidance, a people falls, but in an abundance of counselors there is safety. Proverbs 11:14
I'm a bit of a homebody. My husband is by far my best friend, and spending time with him and our kids is my favorite thing. Never been a big one on Bunco (tried it), MOPS (tried that too), or even group bible studies (and I love Jesus!!). Just not really a 'joiner.'
But, running for 2 or 3 hours at a time can get pretty lonely, even for a loner. Not to mention I tend to stick to the same trusted route, because it is very well traveled and safe for women...gets a tad boring.
After much thought, last fall I decided to join a local women's running group. A big step for me! Received a welcome letter and a calendar in the mail. There is a subgroup that trains for long distance, perfect for my weekend long runs. AND...all ability levels/ Fast runners, slow runners, walk/runners. And all ages!
Sounds perfect! Except, as of January 1st, two months later, I had YET to join this group for an activity or run. Busy schedules, college daughter home for Christmas Break...with four kids I always have a 'busy' excuse.
Until yesterday, January 2nd...I officially committed to run with the distance runners this weekend.
Today just happens to be my birthday. Life is full of surprises, full of "I never thought I would..." events, twists and turns. That's what happens when God is in the driver's seat.
It feels weird stepping out of my comfort zone, but one of the things running over 13 miles has taught me, is I can do it! I can do anything thanks to my Perfect Running Coach.
I'm a bit of a homebody. My husband is by far my best friend, and spending time with him and our kids is my favorite thing. Never been a big one on Bunco (tried it), MOPS (tried that too), or even group bible studies (and I love Jesus!!). Just not really a 'joiner.'
But, running for 2 or 3 hours at a time can get pretty lonely, even for a loner. Not to mention I tend to stick to the same trusted route, because it is very well traveled and safe for women...gets a tad boring.
After much thought, last fall I decided to join a local women's running group. A big step for me! Received a welcome letter and a calendar in the mail. There is a subgroup that trains for long distance, perfect for my weekend long runs. AND...all ability levels/ Fast runners, slow runners, walk/runners. And all ages!
Sounds perfect! Except, as of January 1st, two months later, I had YET to join this group for an activity or run. Busy schedules, college daughter home for Christmas Break...with four kids I always have a 'busy' excuse.
Until yesterday, January 2nd...I officially committed to run with the distance runners this weekend.
Today just happens to be my birthday. Life is full of surprises, full of "I never thought I would..." events, twists and turns. That's what happens when God is in the driver's seat.
It feels weird stepping out of my comfort zone, but one of the things running over 13 miles has taught me, is I can do it! I can do anything thanks to my Perfect Running Coach.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
I really CAN do all things through Christ Who strengthens me!!
I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me. Phillipians 4:13
January 1, 2012...it seems it is about time I begin blogging my amazing journey. Not sure why I have waited, but it probably has to do with the continued disbelief that I am actually doing this to begin with. I've never been what would be considered even remotely athletic, but I have found something I can do...I can run, and I can run FAR. I'll never win a race, but I will finish as many as the Lord allows me to run.
And let me say this right now...
I have been an off and on 'runner' for years, since high school. During those years my running was more or less a means towards general fitness, never more than 3 or so miles at a time. There were years during which I didn't run at all, but always maintained a pretty regular exercise schedule. I always returned to running, my 3 or so miles...but would get board, or listen to the people who warned me I was doomed to arthritis if I didn't stop running. While finishing my Master's Degree in Wellness, I learned A LOT about running. Turns out it doesn't sentence you to a wheelchair or early hip replacement! Who knew?
March 23, 2010, is the day I went from being an off and on runner to a full-on RUNNER. I have not missed a week of running since, not even vacations. And three miles was the STARTING point, a distance that I now consider a warm-up run.
With my loving family cheering for me at the finish line, and my wonderful husband clicking away the camera, I've had some amazing experiences at races.
The Firecracker 5K, July 4, 2010 was my very first race. I was so proud and thrilled to cross that finish line!
May 15, 2011, on a 32 degree rainy morning I lined up to run the Colfax Half Marathon.
I crossed the finish line 2 hours and 15 minutes later, feeling quite proud! It was a hard run, but run I did, the whole way. No walk breaks, which was my main goal.
My first medal...not ashamed to admit I run for bling!
October 9th, 2011 I ran my second half marathon, the Denver Rock 'n Roll, in 2 hours 11 minutes:
And it was on this very day I decided I would move on to the full distance of 26.2 miles.
January 1, 2012...it seems it is about time I begin blogging my amazing journey. Not sure why I have waited, but it probably has to do with the continued disbelief that I am actually doing this to begin with. I've never been what would be considered even remotely athletic, but I have found something I can do...I can run, and I can run FAR. I'll never win a race, but I will finish as many as the Lord allows me to run.
And let me say this right now...
I have been an off and on 'runner' for years, since high school. During those years my running was more or less a means towards general fitness, never more than 3 or so miles at a time. There were years during which I didn't run at all, but always maintained a pretty regular exercise schedule. I always returned to running, my 3 or so miles...but would get board, or listen to the people who warned me I was doomed to arthritis if I didn't stop running. While finishing my Master's Degree in Wellness, I learned A LOT about running. Turns out it doesn't sentence you to a wheelchair or early hip replacement! Who knew?
March 23, 2010, is the day I went from being an off and on runner to a full-on RUNNER. I have not missed a week of running since, not even vacations. And three miles was the STARTING point, a distance that I now consider a warm-up run.
With my loving family cheering for me at the finish line, and my wonderful husband clicking away the camera, I've had some amazing experiences at races.
The Firecracker 5K, July 4, 2010 was my very first race. I was so proud and thrilled to cross that finish line!
My first medal...not ashamed to admit I run for bling!
October 9th, 2011 I ran my second half marathon, the Denver Rock 'n Roll, in 2 hours 11 minutes:
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