Cool Runnings

Roughly 10 weeks ago I was talked into signing up for another half marathon. In February. In central New York. I missed the registration but quickly got onto a waiting list, a few weeks later I was in... if a little behind on my training...

Then I got a cold and then I got another cold. By the time I should have been logging in the long distance runs I was suffering through 3 and 4 milers. Long story short, I did what I could but only managed a 7 miler as my longest run and had to hope adrenaline could pull me through the rest of the way.

It didn't quite work as well as I'd hoped, but I have a medal to show for my efforts none the less. Here's the rundown:

I should preface this by saying, earlier this week I slipped on an icy patch and needed to comically flail out my arms to right myself... and wrenched my back. Luckily it was only a dull ache for a few days and I didn't take much notice. This morning I slipped into a new pair of socks, grabbed a hamper full of clothes and a full glass of water and took to the stairs... and then I went down. Hard. After giving myself a terrible charlie horse and probably wrenching my back a second time I had to mop up the stairs, collect my strewn laundry and then head off to the race. Not the best start to the day.

The temperature of race morning steadily went down leading up to the race. At the beginning of the week we were looking at almost 40 degrees, lining up at the start it felt like 25, sometime around mile 5 the temperature seemed to take a dip or possibly the wind just kicked up... either way it was cold! Dan and I ran together til we hit the two mile mark and then I stopped to tie my shoe and he went ahead. I felt pretty good for the first 5 miles... which makes total sense because I was perfectly trained up for a 5 mile run, unfortunately I still had about 8 and a half to go. At mile 7 I was already thinking I just had to get to 8. I stopped just short of 8 to walk for a few seconds and stretch out my back and protesting right hamstring. It was sort of the beginning of the end for me at that point. From that point on I stopped to walk or stretch about 30 times. I somehow made it to mile ten, downed a green apple gel, which was a good choice on my part, and told myself- 3 miles to go, just 30 more minutes. I struggled a lot during those 3 miles though. My back felt like someone took a bat to it and my right hamstring and arch of my foot were seriously messing with my mind. Around mile 11 I found myself running close by another girl, as I walked/ ran we passed each other over and over. Soon she was coaching me to keep running and by the last half mile she was the only thing that pushed me to run across the finish line. I was in so much pain I couldn't get my head around running until I heard her over my shoulder routing for me to run. I finally crossed the finish line at 2:24: something and thanked my lucky stars I was done. Dan finished his first half marathon at 2:13:something. Not bad for training through any sensible person's off season :)  

 After downing some chicken noodle soup, we went to lunch and after sitting for 10 minutes I could hardly put weight on my right foot. Happily, after two ibuprofen I once again have use of my right leg and am hopeful that my back will stop hurting before it's time to run the Tipp Hill Shamrock Run!

For now though I'm going to call it a night... and get some well earned sleep!

These are the awesome signs Laura made us!

We had a great cheering section who enthusiastically encouraged us on our way, I was even complimented on my cheering secion as I ran by :) 

These are the semi happy faces of mile 7

Dan finishing up, running through the pain

 Almost done at this point, and my impromptu "coach" behind me

Thank You Cheering Section! You rock for staying out in the cold that long!!!

Pain in the Asphalt

After many athletic endeavors over the last three years or so I can finally say that today I accomplished something I doubted I ever could. I ran my first Half Marathon! Possibly my last, depending on the development of my current aches and pains over the next few days.

The biggest lesson I learned today was that I need to train a lot more for long distance races. I've been told if you can run 10 miles, you can run 13. While I believe that it is in fact possible it is most definitely not advisable. I should also mention that I stretched this notion by thinking 9 miles is basically the same as 10, so if I can run 9 I should be able to run 13.1. Not the greatest logic as my barely  functioning legs can attest.

I have always wondered why some days are good running days and some leave you struggling to finish 2 miles. I can never seem to figure out what factors into those rare good days, and today it would have been helpful. At the two mile marker I was already trying to ignore pain in my groin and feet. Normally I get a break on the aches and pains until at least mile 5. By mile 8 I was just telling myself to get to 9 because I knew I could. Every minute of every mile afterwards either found me hobbling up hills, wishing for water stations, maneuvering steeply slanted roads and just in general avoiding becoming marathon roadkill. All this while a raging battle to walk or keep running was being fought between my common sense and will power. I'm happy to report will power won out and I ran the entire race. Unfortunately having poorly prepared for this race my body took a beating and I can honestly say, I've never had to fight through so much pain in a race before. From my lower back to the bottom of my feet everything hurts. I have been picking my legs up with my hands to lift my foot up high enough to climb stairs. It's a bit dramatic I know, but I feel it's necessary until my groin decides to reconnect my left leg to my body.

It wasn't all pain and no fun though, there were a lot of people and huge cheering sections. As I've never been to Philadelphia it was an interesting way to see the city and there was a lot of interesting architecture, statues, parks and of course the Rocky Steps! We had a great post race sandwich at the Reading Terminal Market and a nice dinner at Maggianos. I really liked the shirts we got for this race but the medals could be a bit more interesting... but I suppose the point is to run and meet your goal not get a medal, but it' still a perk :)

Angela finished 2:24:59 and I finished 2:21:31

My longest run thus far was 9 miles and hers was 7... I'd say we did pretty well considering!

Kris finished the Marathon in 4:09:00 even with the killer second half!

And Dan was there to cheer us on, all in all a good weekend!

Mind over Milage

I woke up this morning in a less than pleasant mood, anxious over a long run I was pretty sure would be torturous. After taking a short afternoon snooze to attempt to clear my head I finally dragged myself out into the brisk 42 degree windy day and began my run. At first I thought maybe I would cut corners and run a shorter route if I wasn't feeling up to my lofty goal of 9 miles. There were many points that I thought about the short cuts and slowing to walk but I forced myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other and get the run over with. I ran what I thought was slightly slower than my normal pace and at about 5.5 miles I think a bit of runner's high hit me as I imagined myself coasting through the finish line at the Philly Half. Then miles 7-9 I got a reality check as my knees feet and right Achilles began protesting while my right arm slowly started going numb. Luckily I had Honey Stingers to distract myself and managed to find two working water fountains along the way. By the time I hit the last half mile I knew that this race is going to hurt and probably be the hardest physical challenge yet (and that's saying something since the flyer). As I gave myself a preemptive pat on the back for finishing my first ever 9 mile run I hobbled into the house to see that it had taken me an hour and 45 minutes... much slower than I had hoped. At least I know I can do 9... this half will take me 2:35:00 at my current pace. My goal had been 2:15... I'll have to reassess I suppose... finishing might just be enough for me!

Listening to: Now is the Start/ A Fine Frenzy

Gotta Run

Asics Gel DS Trainers 17

So here it is... my 100th post! And to celebrate I bought myself a flashy new pair of running shoes.

Actually, I bought them because my previous pair have turned the last month or so of runs into a slow torture fest of never ending blisters, achy knees, sore feet and generally miserable runs. What I discovered after visiting Fleet Feet was that my Mizunos while technically a good fit for my foot, are a  stability shoe best for runners with overpronation issues. In addition to wearing a stability shoe I further increased my arch support with green Super Feet inserts, the combination of which would over correct even the worst overpronation issues. Turns out that I have one foot that slightly overpronates and one that is fine. No wonder my arches took a beating. This is why you go to the people who know what they're doing before you jump into half marathons and other athletic endeavours slightly beyond your current capabilities. So I wound up buying a light stability shoe and adding my green super feet after a few runs and so far so good.

Escaping from Fright Nights

I ran my last race in the Mizunos and have retired them to the role of hiking sneakers. Speaking of my last race, we ran a 2.5 mile run at the fair grounds in a misty rain/ torrential down pour in the Escape From Fright Nights run a few weeks back. I ran it shortly following a 6.5 mile run the day before thinking 2.5 miles should at this point be a piece of cake. I was sorrily mistaken. Among the many problems with this scenario were that along with having just run 6 and a half miles in badly fitting shoes, I started out with some serious blisters and inevitably added a few more. Wet feet with cotton socks = bad news. Since becoming aware of this equation I have also recently purchased new running socks to wick away moisture. The run was a rude awakening, I am supposed to be running 13.1 miles in little under a month and 6.5 followed by a 2.5 miler was defeating me. I'm pretty sure they don't give you 4 days to complete a half marathon. Since then however I got the right equipment and am attempting to get back on track. Yesterday I put in a 6 miler and with any luck I'll be able to maintain a few 3-4 mile short runs with my long run mileage creeping up closer to my lofty goal of 13.1... it may not be pretty but I'm determined that this won't be the race that defeats me.

I also discovered a new motivation at the Escape from Fright Nights run... apparently all you have to do is put doughnuts at the finish line and I will run through a down pour being chased by creepy costumed characters casually ignoring the throbbing pain in my feet. I maintain that the Boston Cream I had post race was the best doughnut I've ever tasted. Maybe I should make arrangements for the half...

Four weeks from today!

Listening to: Anything Could Happen/ Ellie Goulding

Late Lowdown

I've been terrible about bloging this summer, having planned our vacation shortly after the big race there was a lot more stress than usual on us. I'll use that as my excuse for why this post is so late. As I'm actually writing it over a month after the fact, this will most likely be the overview...

Race morning came early as it always does, and just like always I was running a bit behind. The dash was reading much too high a temperature for so early in the morning but with transition to set up I wasn't too bothered by it. Once my transition was all set to go Elyssa pointed out I had set it up on the wrong side, after moving it I reassessed my position and decided I'd switch it back and set it up wrong so I could go faster through transition. Later on I think it paid off but next time I'll just make sure my bike is racked the correct way. 

As usual the swim course looked much longer than I thought I was capable of, so I was sure to note the locations and quantity of Kayaks on the lake in case I needed to stop and have a chat with any of them. The anxiety of being in the second or third to last age group is unreal. You have to sit through like 8 other swim starts and try not to let loose the nervous break down threatening to morph you back into a terrified child running from the water and screaming for your mother.  I managed to keep these feelings in check and lined up like the grown woman that I am about 30 minutes into the wave starts. Up until the point where I actually entered the water I was terrified, once I was about waist deep I knew it would turn out fine, so off I went. I quickly realized that starting towards the back kept me from being clobbered and drowned however I also wasn't actually going anywhere. It didn't take long to switch to plan B and make my way to the far outside. Once there I got into a rhythm and swam relatively well (if you excuse the gasping for air on every single stroke thing). Happily bypassing the kayaks I rounded the far buoy and turned for home, only I may have kept turning here and there and made quite the zig zagging approach back to the beach. It cost me some time but I made it back alive and the sigh of relief after dragging yourself out of a triathlon swim is a big weight off your shoulders.

I flew through transition and happily took off sprinting on my bike, only to realize my lungs had just about had it after the swim. Slowing down I tried to pace myself and get into a rhythm. Things were going well up until the approach to the railroad tracks. About a mile a way I heard a train whistle and really didn't put two and two together until I turned a corner and saw people up ahead stopping. As we slowed down Elyssa caught up to me and we both pulled the bikes to a stop for the unfortunately scheduled train that was blocking the course. On the bright side a volunteer took our numbers and said there would be time adjustments. So as the train past we all took off again, my motivation was sort of shot at that point because I knew no matter what my time would be at best, an estimate. I road as hard as I could but it felt slightly slow for me, we were battling some winds so that might have been the problem.

me in transition

I made it through the bike and grudgedly traded in the wheels for running sneakers, taking a bit more time to catch my breath and recover momentarily for the run. I knew it wasn't going to be pretty but I was hoping the urge to walk would hold off at least til mile 1.5-2ish. I managed not to walk at all but I'm not entirely sure the pace I was keeping could be considered running. Thank God for the volunteers! People had their hoses out, music cranked and were cheering and clapping for everyone, the water and Gatorade was much appreciated as well. I always like it when people have their dogs out too, it gives me something to distract myself from being exhausted. Anyways, as soon as I could sprint to the finish I did, and I was very happy I made it through yet another Iron Girl Triathlon! My first official time was exactly 2 seconds faster than last year and, 13 seconds faster than the first year... I'm nothing if not consistent! After the train adjustment I had 2 minutes taken off and finished as follows:

So a decent swim, not too shabby on the bike and a fairly slow run, but I suppose I have to leave room to improve for next year! Another great year of hitting the gym, pavement, pool, weights, etc., etc... not to mention hanging out with tri buddies and making new friends. I may complain from time to time but at the end of the race when that medal is hanging around your neck and your cheering section and fellow athletes surround you, it's hard not to think that's it most definitely worth it!

Angela in transition

almost done!

Racked and Ready

The night before jitters have hit hard in the past hour or so. The high temps and humidity brought my training down to a somewhat pathetic level. I feel like I peaked too early in the season and have been on an endless downward spiral ever since the Century and Flyer race. On a more optimistic note, there's still a part of me that is excited and wants to hit that bike course with all I have to see what I'm capable of. Mostly I'm nervous because I want to improve upon last year and feel I should after the many improvements in training this year. I feel like we've had some good advice and I want to show that it made a difference.

This year the race could be a lot harder based on the heat alone. Normally my goal would be to break an hour on the bike, but if it's at all windy or hot I just want to finish feeling I gave it all I could. It's a especially inspiring year as over the past week there have been a steady stream of Olympic Athletes breaking world records and inspiring me to find that competitive spark inside myself and do better than I think I can.

There's been a lot of sacrifice to get to this point, time spent away from anyone who doesn't train with me, eating dinner at 10:00 just to get in a late night workout, swimming at 5:30AM, or 8:30PM,  running in 90 degree heat, riding my bike for 2, 3, 6.5 hours, sucking down nasty energy gels, that one hill work out we did, bricks, running- biking or swimming when all I wanted to do is sit down in front of the TV, having a smoothie instead of anything else, dragging the bike everywhere with me, breaking in new shoes, sprinting laps in the pool, riding in the rain, and in my opinion the worst... running on treadmills. The thing is for some reason it's all worth it once you cross the finish line and can take pride in the fact that you challenged yourself, not only on race day, but all year long to be better than you thought you could be, and even though you might not finish first you showed up and finished. All those crazy hours spent getting to that point and the sacrifices you made are nothing compared to how much you've enriched your life by participating. Even though I'm nervous and the swim still triggers butterflies the size of parrots in my stomach, I know that even if I grab a kayak, get a flat or have to walk during the run I will be happy that I got that far... we've had a lot of fun tri-ing.


I'll report back tomorrow!

Listening to: Home/ Dierks Bentley

13.1 Here We Come!

Bit the bullet... still not sure about the "Best time of your Life" thing but you never know. At the very least I won't feel bad about any extra helpings at Thanksgiving dinner later that week, that is almost entirely why I run... to eat more food :)


Listening to: Run / Snowpatrol