So after a few weeks of letting my marathon finish sink in, I am completely ready to begin my training again. I've already selected my races! First, I will run the Rio Grande Half Marathon (here in Las Cruces) at the end of October. I chose that race mainly because it's convenient and I did it last year. For my next marathon, I'm going to run the P.F. Chang's Rock and Roll Arizona on Jan. 13 in Phoenix! It's the same company that did the San Diego Marathon and I figured since I had a good time during that one...I'd have a blast with this next one.
My goal this time is going to take some work, which is another reason why I want to run a half marathon first. I am going to get my time down to 3:30:00. That's shaving about one hour off my San Diego marathon time (4:27:40).
I really began my training again this week, with running and strength training at the gym. I've also added a few things for fun, such as jump roping. Right now, I'm terrible at it, but it's a great warm up. I also am going to add hills or bleacher workouts to my training once a week. And next week I start speed training.
I have just over six months to shed 60 minutes.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Whoever thought running a marathon could be so much fun?
Seriously. Running the San Diego Rock-N-Roll Marathon was one of the most entertaining and awesome experiences of my life. The weather was perfect (cool and foggy until mile No. 20), the course was beautiful, the drop in elevation was so easy on my lungs, the thousands of volunteers were amazing and the 20,000 or so other marathon runners were...unique (including some running Elvis's, a superhero, woman in a fairy costume and a 70-year-old man running his 100th marathon). It was almost perfect.
I say almost perfect because the thing that I was freaking out about the most happened. Yes...I had to go to the bathroom during the race. I think part of it was nerves. The other part was that I consumed a little too much water that morning in an effort to avoid dehydration. I attempted to use the portable bathrooms before the race, however, there was at least a 20-minute wait. This wouldn't have been a problem if I had arrived early, but I didn't get there until 15 minutes before it started. I reasoned that my need to go to the bathroom would go away once the race began (I still thought it was just nerves). Yet, by mile No. 6 I just couldn't hold it any longer and had to make a stop at a portable. That bathroom break also extended my time by 10 minutes. The whole time I was standing in line for the bathroom I watched as wave after wave of runners passed by.
Other than that glitch, everything went smoothly. I didn't get any blisters on my feet (thanks to an awesome tip from a colleague about rubbing Vaseline on them before the race). Although my knees and ankles were sore immediately following the race, the rest of my body felt amazing...tired, but not sore. After the race I was exhausted (I took a five-hour nap and then slept for 11 hours that night). By the next day I was able to go on a 40-minute walk with my mom. Amazingly, today (two days after the race) my body feels back to normal. So, I figured I could slowly work up my training by taking walks for a few days and progressing to shorter runs. I know many say you should wait at least a few days before you get back into training, but it's so hard. It really becomes a lifestyle. Honestly, my first two thoughts after crossing the finish line were: "Wow, I did it!" and "Next time I'll do it faster."
If you want to read more about my marathon experience, read my story on Wednesday, June 13 at www.lcsun-news.com
I say almost perfect because the thing that I was freaking out about the most happened. Yes...I had to go to the bathroom during the race. I think part of it was nerves. The other part was that I consumed a little too much water that morning in an effort to avoid dehydration. I attempted to use the portable bathrooms before the race, however, there was at least a 20-minute wait. This wouldn't have been a problem if I had arrived early, but I didn't get there until 15 minutes before it started. I reasoned that my need to go to the bathroom would go away once the race began (I still thought it was just nerves). Yet, by mile No. 6 I just couldn't hold it any longer and had to make a stop at a portable. That bathroom break also extended my time by 10 minutes. The whole time I was standing in line for the bathroom I watched as wave after wave of runners passed by.
Other than that glitch, everything went smoothly. I didn't get any blisters on my feet (thanks to an awesome tip from a colleague about rubbing Vaseline on them before the race). Although my knees and ankles were sore immediately following the race, the rest of my body felt amazing...tired, but not sore. After the race I was exhausted (I took a five-hour nap and then slept for 11 hours that night). By the next day I was able to go on a 40-minute walk with my mom. Amazingly, today (two days after the race) my body feels back to normal. So, I figured I could slowly work up my training by taking walks for a few days and progressing to shorter runs. I know many say you should wait at least a few days before you get back into training, but it's so hard. It really becomes a lifestyle. Honestly, my first two thoughts after crossing the finish line were: "Wow, I did it!" and "Next time I'll do it faster."
If you want to read more about my marathon experience, read my story on Wednesday, June 13 at www.lcsun-news.com
Sunday, June 3, 2007
I finished!
Yes! I completed my first marathon. It took me 4 hours, 27 minutes and 40 seconds. (My goal was 4:30:00!)
More than 20,000 people started the race and 15,943 finished. I came in 5,492nd.
Of 8,212 females who completed the race, I came in 1,868.
And of 1,171 people between 18 and 24 years old, I came in 265.
I would write more, but I am exhausted. Just wanted to give you all an update. Check back in the next couple of days for more about my marathon experience.
More than 20,000 people started the race and 15,943 finished. I came in 5,492nd.
Of 8,212 females who completed the race, I came in 1,868.
And of 1,171 people between 18 and 24 years old, I came in 265.
I would write more, but I am exhausted. Just wanted to give you all an update. Check back in the next couple of days for more about my marathon experience.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Toeing the (starting) line
Okay folks, this is my last day in the LC before I fly out to the big SD for my marathon! I think I'm ready — at least I hope I'm ready for this race. I'm flying out of El Paso early Saturday morning, will get into San Diego at about 11 a.m., pick up my race number, then go eat a hearty pasta dinner and go to bed. (That's if I can actually sleep).
Yesterday was my last run. I only had to run three miles and it honestly felt a little weird. I haven't run that short of a distance in...well...five months.
My friends are taking me out for a "good luck running 26.2 freakin' miles" dinner tonight. It's been great to have their support...and support from all you out there reading this. It really has helped me.
And if you're interested, you can check up on my progress during the marathon. Visit www.rnrmarathon.com on race day (Sunday, June 3). My time will be recorded at the 10k, half marathon, 21 mile mark and at the finish line. The race begins at 6:30 a.m. Pacific time.
I'll post another blog after my race. See you on the other side of the finish line!
Yesterday was my last run. I only had to run three miles and it honestly felt a little weird. I haven't run that short of a distance in...well...five months.
My friends are taking me out for a "good luck running 26.2 freakin' miles" dinner tonight. It's been great to have their support...and support from all you out there reading this. It really has helped me.
And if you're interested, you can check up on my progress during the marathon. Visit www.rnrmarathon.com on race day (Sunday, June 3). My time will be recorded at the 10k, half marathon, 21 mile mark and at the finish line. The race begins at 6:30 a.m. Pacific time.
I'll post another blog after my race. See you on the other side of the finish line!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Last week of training
I am totally excited about this last week of training. Not because it's almost over, but because I'll be able to rest a little this week, eat lots of carbs and finally be able to run my marathon in six days!
But goodness, I have so much to do this week. I have stories galore to write for work, running to do, sleeping to do, I need to do laundry, pack and get my house in order before I leave for my trip. Granted, I should have done some of this during Memorial Day weekend...but it's a little too late for that.
But goodness, I have so much to do this week. I have stories galore to write for work, running to do, sleeping to do, I need to do laundry, pack and get my house in order before I leave for my trip. Granted, I should have done some of this during Memorial Day weekend...but it's a little too late for that.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Scenic run may not be so beautiful at 5 a.m.
I received my marathon information packet in the mail two days ago. I cannot believe that I will be running my marathon in less than two weeks! It's going to be a beautiful run by the San Diego Zoo, Balboa Park, Seaport Village, the Gaslamp Quarter and around Mission Bay. However, when I saw the time I needed to be there I was less than enthused. There are going to be shuttles transporting the runners to the start line...and I need to be at the shuttle at 5 a.m. Yep, 5 o'clock in the morning! Since my mom lives 40 minutes northeast of San Diego, that means I will have to leave our house by 4 a.m. Needless to say, I am going to go to bed early that night.
My run and weight lifting yesterday went really well. I ran six miles in 50 minutes and only had to battle wind the first three miles. I'm starting to cut back on my weight training. Next week I'll really start tapering my run so I have enough energy to finish my race.
Oh goodness, it's almost here!
My run and weight lifting yesterday went really well. I ran six miles in 50 minutes and only had to battle wind the first three miles. I'm starting to cut back on my weight training. Next week I'll really start tapering my run so I have enough energy to finish my race.
Oh goodness, it's almost here!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Excited...more anxious
Lately, I’ll be sitting at work, at home or at a restaurant with friends when suddenly I get a flash of anxiety. This reality enters my thoughts: “In about two weeks I’m going to run a marathon…26.2 miles…all at once.”
Yes, you could say that I am getting a little nervous about my impending marathon. I have dreams that I don’t wake up in time on marathon day or that I’m missing one shoe at the start line. Most of all, I’m worried that I’m not prepared. Especially since I haven’t run more than 20 miles.
In fact, the most I have run is 19 miles. I’m worried that not going over the 20-mile mark will increase my chances of hitting the wall during the race. Most training programs say you shouldn’t run more than 23 miles during your training. My plan was to run a 21-miler, however, when I attempted this feat a couple things went wrong.
First of all, I was up late the night before. A few of my friends graduated from college, so I went to a few parties and barbeques. I didn’t get into bed until 12:30 a.m. So naturally, staying up late made it difficult to get up in the morning and I didn’t get started on my run until 7:30 a.m. (I was hoping to start at 6 a.m.).
That Sunday turned out to be the worst day to start late. When I set out to run, the temperature was already warm. However, I thought I was prepared with a camelback, a flask of Gatorade (yes, I put it in a flask…it didn’t have anything to hold it in), and hard candies.
I started on the East side of town and ran down the valley into Mesilla. I soon noticed a group of walkers blocking the path and pointing into the air. I didn’t pay much attention and quickly passed the group. About 30 minutes later when I was coming back down the trail, there was an older couple doing the same thing. This time I decided to stop and ask them what they were looking at. The couple was extremely friendly and pointed to an adult and baby owl in the tree branches above. Honestly, this made my day because the owl is my favorite animal.
As I continued down the path I started to get extremely overheated. This was by far one of the hottest days in awhile. I had to stop numerous times for water and Gatorade. I even changed up my course a little to find shade under trees — and this was all before 10 a.m. By the time I hit 15 miles, I really could not stand the heat anymore. So, I stopped and went home.
Last night, I got a late start on my run. (But I have a good excuse…it was the season finale of “Grey’s Anatomy”). I started my run at 9:45 p.m. on a stomach full of pasta. (And for all you worriers out there — mainly my parents — I WAS carrying protection). Since I was running in the dark, I decided not to bring my iPod. Surprisingly, it was one of the best runs I’ve had in awhile, even with a full stomach and without music. I ran six miles and kept a consistent pace of 8:35-minute miles. And even more surprising was the pace felt like a light jog. When I finished the run I wasn’t out of breath and knew that I could go on for longer.
As I get closer to my marathon date and my distance runs begin to taper, I think about things I should have done differently. I think that I should have trained harder or longer, that I should have eaten more healthy food, that I shouldn't have spent all those late nights at the bar. These thoughts especially enter my mind when I remember the interview I had with a 65-year-old NMSU professor who is currently training for his 107th marathon. He runs seven days a week, which adds up to about 60 miles per week. I definitely didn’t run that much.
Even though I’m freaking out that I won’t be able to finish the race…I know that I will. If it takes me six hours I am going to finish that marathon!
Yes, you could say that I am getting a little nervous about my impending marathon. I have dreams that I don’t wake up in time on marathon day or that I’m missing one shoe at the start line. Most of all, I’m worried that I’m not prepared. Especially since I haven’t run more than 20 miles.
In fact, the most I have run is 19 miles. I’m worried that not going over the 20-mile mark will increase my chances of hitting the wall during the race. Most training programs say you shouldn’t run more than 23 miles during your training. My plan was to run a 21-miler, however, when I attempted this feat a couple things went wrong.
First of all, I was up late the night before. A few of my friends graduated from college, so I went to a few parties and barbeques. I didn’t get into bed until 12:30 a.m. So naturally, staying up late made it difficult to get up in the morning and I didn’t get started on my run until 7:30 a.m. (I was hoping to start at 6 a.m.).
That Sunday turned out to be the worst day to start late. When I set out to run, the temperature was already warm. However, I thought I was prepared with a camelback, a flask of Gatorade (yes, I put it in a flask…it didn’t have anything to hold it in), and hard candies.
I started on the East side of town and ran down the valley into Mesilla. I soon noticed a group of walkers blocking the path and pointing into the air. I didn’t pay much attention and quickly passed the group. About 30 minutes later when I was coming back down the trail, there was an older couple doing the same thing. This time I decided to stop and ask them what they were looking at. The couple was extremely friendly and pointed to an adult and baby owl in the tree branches above. Honestly, this made my day because the owl is my favorite animal.
As I continued down the path I started to get extremely overheated. This was by far one of the hottest days in awhile. I had to stop numerous times for water and Gatorade. I even changed up my course a little to find shade under trees — and this was all before 10 a.m. By the time I hit 15 miles, I really could not stand the heat anymore. So, I stopped and went home.
Last night, I got a late start on my run. (But I have a good excuse…it was the season finale of “Grey’s Anatomy”). I started my run at 9:45 p.m. on a stomach full of pasta. (And for all you worriers out there — mainly my parents — I WAS carrying protection). Since I was running in the dark, I decided not to bring my iPod. Surprisingly, it was one of the best runs I’ve had in awhile, even with a full stomach and without music. I ran six miles and kept a consistent pace of 8:35-minute miles. And even more surprising was the pace felt like a light jog. When I finished the run I wasn’t out of breath and knew that I could go on for longer.
As I get closer to my marathon date and my distance runs begin to taper, I think about things I should have done differently. I think that I should have trained harder or longer, that I should have eaten more healthy food, that I shouldn't have spent all those late nights at the bar. These thoughts especially enter my mind when I remember the interview I had with a 65-year-old NMSU professor who is currently training for his 107th marathon. He runs seven days a week, which adds up to about 60 miles per week. I definitely didn’t run that much.
Even though I’m freaking out that I won’t be able to finish the race…I know that I will. If it takes me six hours I am going to finish that marathon!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Hamstrings and heels
I wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box this morning when I decided to wear high heels following a 2.5-hour workout yesterday.
After work yesterday, I went home to get ready for my run and soon decided that it was far too windy to run outside. Instead, I went to the gym to run on the treadmill. Here’s what I discovered: running 19 miles is a whole heck of a lot easier than running four miles on a treadmill. And I’m completely serious. First of all, the cardio room at the gym is rank with moldy sweat that seems to incubate in the warm air. Secondly, I enjoy running because I feel free, independent and get to zone out. I can’t really get that feeling with someone panting and sweating two feet away from me. Even though I was tuned in to CNN News on the TV screen to keep my mind off the run, I could not resist glancing down at the timer every few seconds. After what seemed like hours, it was finally time to lift.
I absolutely love lifting weights. It’s a different way to for me to push myself. It requires me to focus my energy and breathing differently than when I run. Last night, I started with abs: 100 bicycle ab-kicks, followed by 150 crunches on the ball, then 100 more bicycles, then 50 lower ab lifts and finally 100 bicycles. Yes, I love doing abs. Weird, I know. When my lifting buddy Beau showed up, we got started on legs. Beau was an NMSU football player and knows the perfect routines to make it hurt. And this includes the dreaded lunges. Squats I can handle, leg lifts I can handle, but lunges get me every time. And today, each time I get up from my desk — wearing my freakin’ high heels — I feel my hamstrings pulling and stretching in the most uncomfortable way. But secretly, I love it!
After work yesterday, I went home to get ready for my run and soon decided that it was far too windy to run outside. Instead, I went to the gym to run on the treadmill. Here’s what I discovered: running 19 miles is a whole heck of a lot easier than running four miles on a treadmill. And I’m completely serious. First of all, the cardio room at the gym is rank with moldy sweat that seems to incubate in the warm air. Secondly, I enjoy running because I feel free, independent and get to zone out. I can’t really get that feeling with someone panting and sweating two feet away from me. Even though I was tuned in to CNN News on the TV screen to keep my mind off the run, I could not resist glancing down at the timer every few seconds. After what seemed like hours, it was finally time to lift.
I absolutely love lifting weights. It’s a different way to for me to push myself. It requires me to focus my energy and breathing differently than when I run. Last night, I started with abs: 100 bicycle ab-kicks, followed by 150 crunches on the ball, then 100 more bicycles, then 50 lower ab lifts and finally 100 bicycles. Yes, I love doing abs. Weird, I know. When my lifting buddy Beau showed up, we got started on legs. Beau was an NMSU football player and knows the perfect routines to make it hurt. And this includes the dreaded lunges. Squats I can handle, leg lifts I can handle, but lunges get me every time. And today, each time I get up from my desk — wearing my freakin’ high heels — I feel my hamstrings pulling and stretching in the most uncomfortable way. But secretly, I love it!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Countdown!
Okay, so I have 26 days, 16 hours and 26 minutes until the starting gun goes off at the San Diego Rock-n-Roll Marathon and just writing about it is sending my nerves into “frantic” mode.
I was just checking up on the marathon Web site and found out that I get a free beer after the race. Quite the incentive!
My training has been going well. I ran a 19-miler two weeks ago and will run 21 miles this weekend! Surprisingly, 19 miles was rather enjoyable…well, maybe not for my knees.
For my birthday in April, I got a watch that tracks your pace per mile, distance, time and a lot of other stuff that I haven’t quite figured out yet. It’s nice to not have to drive a distance before my run. I just strap on the watch, head out and keep running until the watch tells me to stop. I also got some running clothes, Asics running shoes and something to hold my key. No more key blisters!
During the 19-mile run, I discovered a cool hidden trail that was shaded by trees. Unfortunately, since it’s getting hotter it’s becoming more difficult to control my runner’s tan line. Maybe tan lines mid-arm and mid-leg will be fashionable this summer? Eh, probably not, but I’ll definitely be rockin’ the look.
Also, my weight training couldn’t be better! Honestly, lifting weights has helped me keep my endurance during my long runs. I’ve seen a huge difference in my stamina since my first training experience in 2005 when I only ran. And, I’m starting to get muscles that I never knew existed.
I was talking with a co-worker the other day who ran a few marathons when he was my age. His best time was about 2 hours and 36 minutes and his worst time was just over three hours. That’s less than six minutes per mile! Yeah, wow! I’m hoping to come in somewhere between 4 and 4.5 hours with a pace between eight and nine minutes per mile.
So, being the competitive person I am, one evening I decided I’d pick up my pace to determine if I could run a quicker marathon. The first mile I ran in an exhausting 6:30 minutes. I felt like “The Flash” during that first mile. However, the second mile I had to slow down to a seven-minute pace. I then had to take a break before I finished the last two miles at my normal speed.
I’m hoping that I will eventually be able to run a marathon in three hours or less. And by eventually, I mean in a few years. But, that’s not going to happen for this marathon. My goal is to finish the race — and finish without injuring myself.
I was just checking up on the marathon Web site and found out that I get a free beer after the race. Quite the incentive!
My training has been going well. I ran a 19-miler two weeks ago and will run 21 miles this weekend! Surprisingly, 19 miles was rather enjoyable…well, maybe not for my knees.
For my birthday in April, I got a watch that tracks your pace per mile, distance, time and a lot of other stuff that I haven’t quite figured out yet. It’s nice to not have to drive a distance before my run. I just strap on the watch, head out and keep running until the watch tells me to stop. I also got some running clothes, Asics running shoes and something to hold my key. No more key blisters!
During the 19-mile run, I discovered a cool hidden trail that was shaded by trees. Unfortunately, since it’s getting hotter it’s becoming more difficult to control my runner’s tan line. Maybe tan lines mid-arm and mid-leg will be fashionable this summer? Eh, probably not, but I’ll definitely be rockin’ the look.
Also, my weight training couldn’t be better! Honestly, lifting weights has helped me keep my endurance during my long runs. I’ve seen a huge difference in my stamina since my first training experience in 2005 when I only ran. And, I’m starting to get muscles that I never knew existed.
I was talking with a co-worker the other day who ran a few marathons when he was my age. His best time was about 2 hours and 36 minutes and his worst time was just over three hours. That’s less than six minutes per mile! Yeah, wow! I’m hoping to come in somewhere between 4 and 4.5 hours with a pace between eight and nine minutes per mile.
So, being the competitive person I am, one evening I decided I’d pick up my pace to determine if I could run a quicker marathon. The first mile I ran in an exhausting 6:30 minutes. I felt like “The Flash” during that first mile. However, the second mile I had to slow down to a seven-minute pace. I then had to take a break before I finished the last two miles at my normal speed.
I’m hoping that I will eventually be able to run a marathon in three hours or less. And by eventually, I mean in a few years. But, that’s not going to happen for this marathon. My goal is to finish the race — and finish without injuring myself.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
A key and a flea
The Key
Where are you supposed to put your keys when you run? This is the runner’s — at least this runner’s — conundrum. Unfortunately, most of my workout clothes don’t have pockets so I’m faced with the difficult task of finding a good place to store my key.
Hiding it somewhere on my car doesn’t work because that’s just asking for trouble. You never know who’s lurking about watching you hide your key so they can take it for a joy ride once you’ve left the scene. I once tried putting it in my sports bra, but that was highly uncomfortable and kind of weird.
One day, a genius friend of mine told me to tie my key in my shoelaces. So for the last couple of weeks that is where my key has rested when I run.
Last night I discovered that there is an art form to tying a key to your shoe. Yes, I’m serious.
This epiphany came to me at mile No. 2.5 Tuesday night when I felt a nagging little burning sensation on the front of my ankle. I looked down to notice the key had popped out of the laces and was pushing the tongue of the shoe against my ankle. And thanks to that little key and my genius friend, I now have a highly uncomfortable blister on my ankle.
The Flea
During my training I’ve grown accustomed to having wind-blown hair, sand stick to my skin and the occasional bug fly into me. Hey, it’s springtime in Las Cruces. What else do you expect?
Usually I run with sunglasses to protect my eyes from the sun, wind and sand. As I was running last night, the sun started setting and it was becoming increasingly difficult to see through my sunglasses. So, naturally, I took them off.
Two seconds later, a flea or gnat or some small wind-swept bug flew straight into my right eye. It fluttered around on the bottom lid for a second. Then a gust of wind pushed the little creature against the eyeball. I blinked rapidly and finally grabbed the bugger by the wings and peeled him from my eye. Then I put my sunglasses back on.
Where are you supposed to put your keys when you run? This is the runner’s — at least this runner’s — conundrum. Unfortunately, most of my workout clothes don’t have pockets so I’m faced with the difficult task of finding a good place to store my key.
Hiding it somewhere on my car doesn’t work because that’s just asking for trouble. You never know who’s lurking about watching you hide your key so they can take it for a joy ride once you’ve left the scene. I once tried putting it in my sports bra, but that was highly uncomfortable and kind of weird.
One day, a genius friend of mine told me to tie my key in my shoelaces. So for the last couple of weeks that is where my key has rested when I run.
Last night I discovered that there is an art form to tying a key to your shoe. Yes, I’m serious.
This epiphany came to me at mile No. 2.5 Tuesday night when I felt a nagging little burning sensation on the front of my ankle. I looked down to notice the key had popped out of the laces and was pushing the tongue of the shoe against my ankle. And thanks to that little key and my genius friend, I now have a highly uncomfortable blister on my ankle.
The Flea
During my training I’ve grown accustomed to having wind-blown hair, sand stick to my skin and the occasional bug fly into me. Hey, it’s springtime in Las Cruces. What else do you expect?
Usually I run with sunglasses to protect my eyes from the sun, wind and sand. As I was running last night, the sun started setting and it was becoming increasingly difficult to see through my sunglasses. So, naturally, I took them off.
Two seconds later, a flea or gnat or some small wind-swept bug flew straight into my right eye. It fluttered around on the bottom lid for a second. Then a gust of wind pushed the little creature against the eyeball. I blinked rapidly and finally grabbed the bugger by the wings and peeled him from my eye. Then I put my sunglasses back on.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sweet 16 and the trail bully
I started my 16-mile run as the sun barely peeked over the Organ Mountains Sunday morning. I had been looking forward to this run all weekend. I finally mapped out a new route and I was excited to use the new Camelback my friend bought me for an early birthday present.
It was cold at the beginning of the run since I was wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. “Mental note,” I thought. “Wear pants over shorts for the beginning of the San Diego Marathon.”
Most of the city was still asleep on that early Sunday morning and the first eight miles were peaceful. I love the smell of the early morning.
I passed through quiet neighborhoods and by creeks of gently running water. Every now and then a barking dog rushed to the gate as I approached and startled me.
By mile nine cars started to fill the streets and my knee started to hurt. So, I stopped for a few seconds to stretch out my legs, take a swig of water and pop a piece of hard candy in my mouth for a sugar burst.
By mile 11, the peaceful morning had morphed into a busy Sunday with people rushing to get to the store, church or breakfast. At this point I was beginning to get tired.
Enter, the trail bully.
Most runners, walkers, bicyclists and dog walkers on trails in Las Cruces are extremely friendly. As you pass one another you both usually lift your hand to wave, smile or sometimes say hello over your panting breath. Most regulars on the trail circuit also are aware of the “trail code,” which includes the age-old rule that you stay on your side of the path. Most dog walkers are very conscientious about making sure their beloved pet doesn’t trip you or bite you in the butt or heel.
And then there are the trail bullies.
When you wave at trail bullies, you get a glare in return. Trail bullies are also notorious for commandeering the pathway. Sometimes they stay on their side of the path right until they get near you. They make you think they are the typical, nice walker/runner and that’s when they swoop in and move to your side. I call it the “swoop and slide” because they are cunning like a bird swooping to get intimidate it’s prey and they slide in your way.
Usually, the trail bullies don’t bother me. When I’m forced off the path, I don’t pay it much attention. And when they glare at my smile, I just keep going.
But my disregard of the trail bullies changes at mile No. 11 when I become exhausted, achy and slightly irritable as I strive to simply finish the run.
I came upon my trail bully at this exact point. She pulled the classic “swoop and slide,” but surprisingly used her dog as the agent.
The trail bully was initially walking on her own side of the trail. And as I was getting ready to wave hello, she switched her dog’s leash to the other hand so the animal was right in front of my path.
I almost ran over the little pup and partially jumped over him to avoid trampling him.
I was so irritated that I yelled in my meanest voice, “Thanks for moving your dog out of the way.” (Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s not that threatening, but it’s my best attempt at being mean.)
For the next mile or so I stayed irritated and that seemed to keep my mind on something other than my tiredness.
Then as I neared the finish and the sun glared at me with all its glory, all I could think about was how far I had left to go.
“Only three miles left…only 2.5 miles left…only 1.5 miles left.”
When I finished I felt an intense since of accomplishment. I can’t wait for that feeling when I finish the actual marathon. Of course, that comes after running 26.2 miles.
It was cold at the beginning of the run since I was wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. “Mental note,” I thought. “Wear pants over shorts for the beginning of the San Diego Marathon.”
Most of the city was still asleep on that early Sunday morning and the first eight miles were peaceful. I love the smell of the early morning.
I passed through quiet neighborhoods and by creeks of gently running water. Every now and then a barking dog rushed to the gate as I approached and startled me.
By mile nine cars started to fill the streets and my knee started to hurt. So, I stopped for a few seconds to stretch out my legs, take a swig of water and pop a piece of hard candy in my mouth for a sugar burst.
By mile 11, the peaceful morning had morphed into a busy Sunday with people rushing to get to the store, church or breakfast. At this point I was beginning to get tired.
Enter, the trail bully.
Most runners, walkers, bicyclists and dog walkers on trails in Las Cruces are extremely friendly. As you pass one another you both usually lift your hand to wave, smile or sometimes say hello over your panting breath. Most regulars on the trail circuit also are aware of the “trail code,” which includes the age-old rule that you stay on your side of the path. Most dog walkers are very conscientious about making sure their beloved pet doesn’t trip you or bite you in the butt or heel.
And then there are the trail bullies.
When you wave at trail bullies, you get a glare in return. Trail bullies are also notorious for commandeering the pathway. Sometimes they stay on their side of the path right until they get near you. They make you think they are the typical, nice walker/runner and that’s when they swoop in and move to your side. I call it the “swoop and slide” because they are cunning like a bird swooping to get intimidate it’s prey and they slide in your way.
Usually, the trail bullies don’t bother me. When I’m forced off the path, I don’t pay it much attention. And when they glare at my smile, I just keep going.
But my disregard of the trail bullies changes at mile No. 11 when I become exhausted, achy and slightly irritable as I strive to simply finish the run.
I came upon my trail bully at this exact point. She pulled the classic “swoop and slide,” but surprisingly used her dog as the agent.
The trail bully was initially walking on her own side of the trail. And as I was getting ready to wave hello, she switched her dog’s leash to the other hand so the animal was right in front of my path.
I almost ran over the little pup and partially jumped over him to avoid trampling him.
I was so irritated that I yelled in my meanest voice, “Thanks for moving your dog out of the way.” (Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s not that threatening, but it’s my best attempt at being mean.)
For the next mile or so I stayed irritated and that seemed to keep my mind on something other than my tiredness.
Then as I neared the finish and the sun glared at me with all its glory, all I could think about was how far I had left to go.
“Only three miles left…only 2.5 miles left…only 1.5 miles left.”
When I finished I felt an intense since of accomplishment. I can’t wait for that feeling when I finish the actual marathon. Of course, that comes after running 26.2 miles.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I'm slow. I know. Get over it.
By Laura Parker
Unlike my training partner Jenn Kistler, who runs a mile in 8 minutes and is built like a gazelle, I’m a slow runner. My average pace per mile on long runs is around 11:30. When I signed up for the Arizona Distance Classic Half Marathon as a mid-point training race in preparation for San Diego Rock ‘n Roll Marathon, I predicted my finish time at 2:30:00, which is about an 11:45 mile.
Knowing that I’m pretty slow, I lined up at the start line about three-quarters of the way back in crowd of 900 to wait for the race to begin. Finally, the starting air gun went off and the crowd started to surge forward. I was caught up in a wave of running bodies and kept pace by focusing on a woman in front of me wearing a sport belt with little bottles of what looked like blue Gatorade around her waist. Blue Gatorade? Yuck. Who would bring blue Gatorade to a half-marathon? With aid stations passing out water and regular yellow Gatorade along the course every mile or two who would even bother to bring water? It’s just extra weight…or so I thought.
The race course, which was mapped out though residential neighborhoods with a turnaround point at 6.5 miles, started on an uphill incline that seemed to go on forever. Making us run uphill like that was a pretty dirty trick, I thought. One guy with a Marine Corps Marathon shirt I was running next to even commented about how difficult it was running uphill.
After I had conquered the hill and reached a relatively flat portion of the course I looked down and my Garmin GPS watch to check my time and pace. Holy crap I was running fast! I was running less than a 10-minute mile, but I felt great! Adrenalin was surging into my bloodstream and running was easy. As I sailed through the turn-around-point I grabbed another cup of water from an aid station and was feeling good.
It wasn’t until around mile nine when I first began to feel the strain of running fast, uphill, in the hot Arizona sun. At the beginning of another uphill climb I noticed all the runners around me were walking rather than running.
If I stop and walk I’m not going to be able to get running again, I told myself.
I slowed down to a snails pace, tore open my first pack of Gu Energy Gel and tried to keep going. My hamstrings were already beginning to ache.
After a futile half-mile of “running” slower than the walkers were walking, I finally allowed my self to walk at a quick pace. The morning sun kept rising and was really heating things up. I was getting really hot and really thirsty. I stared to run again in anticipation of dumping a cup of cool water over my head at mile 10, but mile 10 came and went with no aid station.
While running/walking towards mile 11 a familiar woman jogged in front of me with little bottles of blue Gatorade around her waist. I again focused in on her and the little bottles and kept my pace. I would have given anything at that moment to have a taste of cold, delicious, thirst-quenching Gatorade, blue or any other color.
I finally reached an aid station at mile 11 where I poured one cup of water over my head and drank my final cup of water before running to the finish line at mile 13.1 and finishing with a chip time of 2:29:29.
So, what did I learn by running my first half-marathon? I probably should have taken it a little slower at the beginning to save energy for the end. I probably should have worn a hat. And I definitely should have carried blue Gatorade...just kidding. Blue Gatorade is still gross in my opinion. I should have carried water.
Running against the wind
I pushed my way through an invisible wall of wind. My legs like lead as they struggled to inch forward in opposition of the mass before me. My stomach tightened, my shoulders stiffened and my hair whipped against my face.
Forty minutes of running against the wind was almost as exhausting as my 15-mile run. I’d glance at my watch sure that I was half way there, only to discover two minutes had passed.
Before I began training for my marathon I did research about running, read marathon books, searched the Web and talked to other runners. However, there was one thing I didn’t take into consideration, one pivotal factor that could make my training more intense than I ever imagined.
The infamous Doña Ana winds.
You know, those nagging gusts of wind that send tumbleweeds crashing into cars, veer weary drivers off the road, color the sky brownish red with flying dust and cause frustration for an aspiring marathon runner.
You’ve got to love springtime in Las Cruces.
Forty minutes of running against the wind was almost as exhausting as my 15-mile run. I’d glance at my watch sure that I was half way there, only to discover two minutes had passed.
Before I began training for my marathon I did research about running, read marathon books, searched the Web and talked to other runners. However, there was one thing I didn’t take into consideration, one pivotal factor that could make my training more intense than I ever imagined.
The infamous Doña Ana winds.
You know, those nagging gusts of wind that send tumbleweeds crashing into cars, veer weary drivers off the road, color the sky brownish red with flying dust and cause frustration for an aspiring marathon runner.
You’ve got to love springtime in Las Cruces.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
15 down, 11.2 miles to go
Monday morning the alarm on my cell phone sounded at 6:30 a.m. I grabbed my phone, hit the snooze button and hid the phone under my pillow. Five minutes later the high pitched beeping traveled through my pillow and straight into my ear, so I hit the snooze button again and again and again for the next hour and a half.
I had every intention of getting up early to embark on my longest run to date — 15 miles. But I decided sometime during my battle with the alarm clock that 9 a.m. was still relatively early.
Once I was up I began my "long run routine." In preparing myself for a long run, there are certain things I have to do to feel physically and mentally ready such as hydrating, stretching, making sure my running clothes fit right and eating cold pizza!
Many marathon runners I've spoke to have their "magic" food or drink. One runner I talked to drank flat pop before a race. My magic food is cold pizza. It just makes me feel energized for the journey ahead.
So I ate my cold pizza, laced up my running shoes, put on my camel back, turned on my iPod, popped some gum in my mouth and ran.
The weather was perfect for most of the run — overcast with a light breeze. The first seven miles "raced" by as I jammed out to Santana, Dave Matthew's Band, Pinback and other random artists on my iPod.
By mile No. 7 the sun started peeking through the clouds. By mile No. 8 I remembered why I had planned to get up so early as the blazing sun followed my every step.
Mile 10 came along and I felt my blood sugar dip, so I popped a piece of hard candy in my mouth and keep truckin’ along.
A few times during the last five miles I seriously had to convince myself to keep going. I kept thinking how nice it would be to walk the rest of the way.
But if I couldn’t do this, I thought, I wouldn’t be able to do the marathon.
So, I finished my 15 miles in surprisingly good shape. I wasn’t near as sore as I was when I ran 11 miles.
However, when I looked down at my legs I noticed a nice, distinctive runner’s tan from my shorts. I will need to run earlier in the morning to avoid looking like a brown rainbow.
After the run I had so much energy. I took a shower, went tanning, cleaned my house and ran some errands. Yet, when 3 p.m. came I decided to relax on my bed and take a small break. After that I was out for the count for most of the evening.
I had every intention of getting up early to embark on my longest run to date — 15 miles. But I decided sometime during my battle with the alarm clock that 9 a.m. was still relatively early.
Once I was up I began my "long run routine." In preparing myself for a long run, there are certain things I have to do to feel physically and mentally ready such as hydrating, stretching, making sure my running clothes fit right and eating cold pizza!
Many marathon runners I've spoke to have their "magic" food or drink. One runner I talked to drank flat pop before a race. My magic food is cold pizza. It just makes me feel energized for the journey ahead.
So I ate my cold pizza, laced up my running shoes, put on my camel back, turned on my iPod, popped some gum in my mouth and ran.
The weather was perfect for most of the run — overcast with a light breeze. The first seven miles "raced" by as I jammed out to Santana, Dave Matthew's Band, Pinback and other random artists on my iPod.
By mile No. 7 the sun started peeking through the clouds. By mile No. 8 I remembered why I had planned to get up so early as the blazing sun followed my every step.
Mile 10 came along and I felt my blood sugar dip, so I popped a piece of hard candy in my mouth and keep truckin’ along.
A few times during the last five miles I seriously had to convince myself to keep going. I kept thinking how nice it would be to walk the rest of the way.
But if I couldn’t do this, I thought, I wouldn’t be able to do the marathon.
So, I finished my 15 miles in surprisingly good shape. I wasn’t near as sore as I was when I ran 11 miles.
However, when I looked down at my legs I noticed a nice, distinctive runner’s tan from my shorts. I will need to run earlier in the morning to avoid looking like a brown rainbow.
After the run I had so much energy. I took a shower, went tanning, cleaned my house and ran some errands. Yet, when 3 p.m. came I decided to relax on my bed and take a small break. After that I was out for the count for most of the evening.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Running circles
Last night was my pace interval (PI) training. According to my training program, this will help me increase my speed so I can complete my marathon in four hours. According to me, it’s just a modern form of torture.
Here are a couple reasons why I hate PIs:
• I have to run around a track (so boring)
• I have to run around a track a lot (even more boring)
Here’s how it works. My training partner Laura and I run one lap around the track (which equals 400 meters) in a certain time. I usually try to stay between 1:38 (minutes/seconds) and 1:45. Then we walk for one-quarter lap for a quick rest and start the running again.
Last night we were scheduled to run 14 laps, which amounts to 3.5 miles. Now running that distance at a constant, moderate pace would usually be an easy feat for us. But remember, we have to run a little faster and around a track, which again is so boring.
And to top that off, Laura had started early so she could finish a project for her master’s program. By the time I showed up, she only had two more PIs to run. And that meant I had to convince myself to run 12 laps alone.
Running is more a mental challenge than a physical one. A lot of a runner’s effort is used to convince herself/himself that they can keep going. It’s easy to talk yourself out of running and difficult to drowned out that little voice to keep pushing.
I almost make myself a robot when running PIs. I finish a lap, walk for one-quarter lap and the second I get to my next starting point, without even thinking about it, I run and run hard.
So, I just have to do that 14 times while getting eaten by mosquitoes, run over by a boy’s soccer team and weaving in and out of other runners and walkers.
But it’s all worth it when I finish that last lap and stroll around the track listening to Rachael Yamagata on my iPod and gaze at the sunset and Venus in the western sky.
Here are a couple reasons why I hate PIs:
• I have to run around a track (so boring)
• I have to run around a track a lot (even more boring)
Here’s how it works. My training partner Laura and I run one lap around the track (which equals 400 meters) in a certain time. I usually try to stay between 1:38 (minutes/seconds) and 1:45. Then we walk for one-quarter lap for a quick rest and start the running again.
Last night we were scheduled to run 14 laps, which amounts to 3.5 miles. Now running that distance at a constant, moderate pace would usually be an easy feat for us. But remember, we have to run a little faster and around a track, which again is so boring.
And to top that off, Laura had started early so she could finish a project for her master’s program. By the time I showed up, she only had two more PIs to run. And that meant I had to convince myself to run 12 laps alone.
Running is more a mental challenge than a physical one. A lot of a runner’s effort is used to convince herself/himself that they can keep going. It’s easy to talk yourself out of running and difficult to drowned out that little voice to keep pushing.
I almost make myself a robot when running PIs. I finish a lap, walk for one-quarter lap and the second I get to my next starting point, without even thinking about it, I run and run hard.
So, I just have to do that 14 times while getting eaten by mosquitoes, run over by a boy’s soccer team and weaving in and out of other runners and walkers.
But it’s all worth it when I finish that last lap and stroll around the track listening to Rachael Yamagata on my iPod and gaze at the sunset and Venus in the western sky.
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