Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Starting to Feel It

I'm starting to feel it - the anxiousness, the excitement, the anticipation, and the nagging twinges and tweaks that go with the mass of miles I'm putting my body through.

I've been fortunate that I've avoided any major injuries and the pangs I've felt have went away within the week with an ice/ibuprofin routine. Occasionally I'll cross train or rest a day to give the legs a break.

With my 2nd 20 miler behind me, I'm starting the process of a slow taper. My plan is to run more during the week knowing I don't have to do a major weekend run. I'm also starting to see the scale budge a little which is exciting!

Mostly what I feel right now is gratitude. Gratitude for the many people who've helped get me ready for this marathon. I rarely run alone and the only thing better than the endorphin rush of a good run is getting to share that feeling with others.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


Is there anything better than getting snail mail from your mama? Well, when you're sick and feeling a little sorry for yourself the answer is NO.

My running pneumonia is starting to get the best of me. I stayed home from work today which took a lot because I have tons to do. I've also been icing my foot 3x a day trying to get rid of this inflammation. So just when I'm feeling like I'm falling apart and far from the marathoner I'm trying to become, I check my mail.

A package from mom.

The PERFECT running shorts. Perfect size and perfect fit so my Smith thighs don't rub together and chafe. There's not enough body glide in the world :). And even better - secret slim pockets for ibuprofin and gu.

Best of all, a handwritten note wishing me luck on my second 20 miler. She's doing her 20 this weekend too. I'm so lucky that we're in this together.

Suddenly, I don't feel so bad anymore.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Running Pneumonia

Broke down and went to the doc today. She says I have walking pneumonia. I call it running pneumonia.


(Scaling back)

Monday, May 16, 2011

New Milestone - 20 Miles

Before I started training for Grandma's Marathon, my reasoning was simple. I like to run. I like to run long distance. I've done several half marathons. I suppose it's time to try the full.

I had mentioned running a marathon before but I never fully grasped the totality of it. I was ignorant like many people who sputter out the word and don't really respect the distance or factor in the amount of training needed to run a marathon with integrity.

I never expected to love the training. In fact I expected to hate it. But each new milestone is like setting a new PR. It's the endorphin rush combined with going farther than you've ever gone before.

I ran my first 20 miler on Saturday morning in 3:08 (9:26 pace). I was fortunate to run the last 14 of the 20 miles with my good friend Brian. He made the chilly, windy miles fly by and I was surprised by how painless it was. I can only hope to have just as good of experience on race day. Granted I'll have to tack on another 10K, but I feel like I'm putting in the proper training.

Respect the distance. Don't fear it.

Monday, May 9, 2011


Running fast is hard. Okay seems like a no brainer, but I've never felt so untrained like I did today.

We ran 6 600s at the track tonight - total warm up and cool down it was around 3 miles. Combine sprinting with 90 degree weather and you've got my nemesis. I'd rather crank out 10 miles on a cool morning any day.

Endurance is so much mental, and being the nerd that I am, it's my strong suit. There's not enough time to think during a fast run.

I've always had a love/hate relationship with the track but I know it's the key to increasing my speed. And now I'm determined to conquer the hate. I'm going to hit the track more and run some fast segments during my medium length runs. If you have other suggestions, please share!

Sunday, May 8, 2011


Thought I was crazy for wanting to wear my 4-inch pretty blue wedges out after running 18 miles. Then I see my training partner Laura (who ran 20 that morning). She wins.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Lincoln Half Marathon Race Report

It was a great day.

Seldom do I use that phrase to describe a race. Normally it's "I got a PR!" or "Off my mark by a couple minutes". I measure so much of my race success by minutes and seconds. I always thought that people who didn't think like that just weren't that competitive. And while my time does matter to me a lot (I finished in 1:52:49 ) it didn't encompass my entire thoughts about the race.

It was more than a great day. It was a great weekend. My mom wasn't sure if she'd be able to come to Lincoln for the race but made the final decision to come on Friday. Saturday we went to the Expo and caught up with the entire Pender/Thurston/Wayne crew of ladies (Northeast Nebraska represent whoot whoot!). Later we went to the traditional Pastathon where we shared and over-analyzed our strategies with several strangers which is always fun. Slumber party in my bed and then rocked out to some Breaking Benjamin and Cold while we drank our morning coffee and prepared for what was to come.

Mom and I never run together - we just wish each other the best and run our own race. The woman may be in her 50s but I've been beat by her enough times to not feel sorry for her if I beat her. :) I felt fabulous during the entire race. Didn't finish with a PR but much faster than all my other race times this year. Got to hug my teary mother after she pushed through a lot of physical and emotional pain to get under 2 hours. Not a PR for her either but under the circumstances a great victory.

This was also the first year we stayed and watched the marathoners. I was seriously blown away by the courage and pride I felt as I watched my friends Dave, Brian, Tasha and Ali finish the marathon with great times. Even got to see my old track coach break down in tears and hug his wife. The marathon really is a powerful thing. It made me excited for my 26.2 debut next month. It jump-started a fire in my heart.

It was a great day. How about you?