Race Report: Indian Lake Loop 5 miler

Ahhhh... Thanksgiving... the day for family, food, and football. Nothing like the prospect of consuming 3000+ calories to bring people out of the woodworks to run a 5 mile race. Much like Easter Sunday guilts some to church that one day a year... thanksgiving guilts everyone to try to put a dent into that calorie consumption, by knocking out 700 calories or so before 9:00 am.

Luckily, to offset my own impending calorie consumption, I didn't have to navigate the 7800 participants of the Boulevard Bolt, instead, I opted for the local 5 miler in my hometown. I even convinced my mom (who always balks at distances over her 4 mile comfort zone) and Vandy Montana (who had to drive like 40 miles roundtrip for the race) to run.

For whatever reason... I just wasn't into this race. Maybe, I started off too fast, or maybe it was the long stretches of slow climbing hills... but, honestly... I think a big part of it was the landscape. I mean... running around Wal-Mart, Home Depot, Movie Theater, Talbots, etc... is just not the ideal for me. I understand that it was a good area to loop around with new wide roads, etc... but blech! It was boring as crap.

More complaints? Okay... The results were gun timed. Which, I'm totally fine with. EXCEPT... when I'm wearing a chip on my shoe and am expecting the results to be chip timed. If I had known that the chip was only going to work at the finish line... I would have busted and elbowed my way closer to the front of the starting line, instead of letting all the pansy ass walkers in their race day t-shirts get ahead of me.

Also... continuing on the complaint theme... there were no door prizes. Throw us a bone, ya know... give away some socks or some powdered gatorade for chrissakes!

But, by far, my biggest complaint was the lack of mile markers. There weren't ANY mile markers. I mean... in a 5k race, I'll give the race director a pass if there aren't any mile markers. But... a 5 mile race is a little different. I need to know when I've got 2 miles left or 1 mile left, so that I know when to kick into highest gear. I honestly, don't think that's too much to ask. Particularly when every half a mile you've got a printed logo-ed sign that's directing the different route for the 5k walker. For real? You can spend the money to have professionally printed signs all over the course, so heaven forbid, the 5ker doesn't walk anymore than they have to, but you can't afford 4 pieces of cardboard and a sharpie to make up Mile Markers?? Unacceptable.

On the upside... the food afterwards was incredible. I mean... too incredible. The last thing I want to do after burning off 700 calories on Thanksgiving is consume 1000 in cookies, breads, pastries, all BEFORE I sit down at the thanksgiving table. Jeez. I appreciate the sentiment though. I really do.

Do I sound crabby about this race or what?? Well, that's probably due mostly to this:

My mom, showing off her FIRST Place Medal...

Vandy Montana showing off his THIRD Place Medal...

Me... showing off... my NOTHING. The sole LOSER of the bunch...

Yeah, I sucked. I was like 7th out of 14 or something medicore like that.

Despite being a loser and despite my complaints... I am glad that my hometown puts on this race and upped it from the 5k it was last year to a 5 miler this year (I spit on 5ks).

I hope everyone had a happy and safe Thanksgiving (and fared better in their local turkey races than I did)!

SABOTAGE...

You would never have to know... I could just skate along around here like I'm eating carrot sticks and alfafa sprouts all day and you'd be none the wiser. But, I can't do that... I'm too honest.

I knew this wasn't going to be easy... there are temptations everywhere... but, I didn't really anticipate fudging on my new weight loss plan on day 1.

You see... yesterday I went to Louisville for a work-related concert... and I'm feeling a little guilty about the onion rings at dinner... and the 6-7 beers (god, I am such a freaking lush these days) at the concert.

But, despite getting home at midnight... I did get up at 5:30 to get in a run with my mom and her neighbor/running partner. I ran 3 miles with them and then hopped on my parents treadmill for another 2 miles.

I'm getting good at taking sober-looking pics while drunk!

I will not let onion rings and beer get the best of me!

Marathoning Malaise

It's about that time. It's about the time in my training schedule where I get lazy and bored and just don't feel like running 12 miles, or 14 miles, or 16 miles... It's about the time where any extra days off (from say... the weather or from sickness) translate to extreme guilt, but the guilt is coupled with an unwillingness to make up for the lost miles.

This time I'm referring to.... is something I like to call the Marathoning Malaise (okay, so I admit, I just thought of this name right now). It sucks. It really sucks. Because, deep down inside... I know I love training. I mean, I love the training part more than the actual marathon part... but it's during this time of my training that I find myself sometimes thinking... "uggghhh... why do I have to train for marathons?" And then, I feel guilty about those thoughts and quickly push them aside. But, in all 3 marathons I've trained for and now this upcoming 4th, I've gotten this same feeling (at about the same time), so I think it's just something that goes along with the territory.

For me, it always happens at this particular mileage: when my long runs are supposed to be 12-16 milers. It's always these runs that I skip out on the most. And, I think I've figured out why... it's because they are the least glamorous of all the training runs. I mean think about it... anything under 12 is easy... (and by easy I mean... easy to plan for... they aren't as time consuming, you don't necessarily have to change your diet any, etc). Anything over 16 is like... DAMN I just ran 17+ miles. That's impressive and you prep more for it, by getting good nutrition and good sleep the days before. It's this middle of the pack 12-16 miles that sucks. It's also the middle of your training. You've been training for 8+ weeks and have 8-10 weeks to go. It's a tough spot to be in.

The strange thing is... miles 12-16 are usually the part of a marathon that you really have to dig deep mentally (at least in my experience). It's the part where you split off from the Half-Marathoners, it's almost always the ugliest part of the race course (why is this, by the way? Is this just something that coincidentally has happened in all 3 marathons I've run, or is this something that is common in most marathons?), it's the part where you aren't close enough to be thinking about the finish yet... It just sucks. Mentally... it's the hardest part of the race.

So, next time around, I'm going to try to make sure that I don't let myself get bored with these important training runs. I mean, following a schedule of gradually increasing long runs is very important to marathon training. Maybe my lack of ability to follow those schedules can account for my struggling during the last two marathons.

The only real solution I can think of... is to have a training partner for those runs. A training partner that I don't want to look like a pansy-ass in front of, so I do my 12-16 mileage runs, no matter how bad they suck.

This weekend was a missed opportunity for me. I had 3 days off, that I could have really gotten some good training miles in. But, never fear.... I'm equipped with excuses... 1. It was so damn hot this weekend. The humidity was just out of control. I'm ready for fall. 2. I'm a little sick, again. Friday morning I woke up with a sore throat (again) and all weekend I've been fighting a stuffy nose, sore throat and general fatigue. It's the fatigue that stops my runs.

So, hopefully by addressing this Marathon Malaise, I can get over it. If anyone else has any suggestions, let me know. This is a common thing, right?

Race Report: Eugene Marathon

Maybe I'm just not meant to run marathons...

Yo, I'm back! Complete with a pasty,
pale complexion thanks to all those overcast, chilly Oregon days.

Because I'm a long-winded gal and there's soooooo much to talk about, I'm going to try to keep this post solely my Race Report. But, first, I do have to say one thing quickly about Oregon... it is seriously one of the most beautiful and genuinely friendly places I've ever been to. It was awesome. More on Oregon to come...

Now, to the good stuff... errr... I mean, the marathon.

Ahhhh… Eugene… a gorgeous little college town nestled amongst rolling hills and beautiful, rippling rivers (no, I didn’t steal that from their chamber of commerce website). Eugene is home to the University of Oregon and is also known as Track Town, USA. They call it track town, because University of Oregon is like the freaking mecca for runners. For one, Oregon’s former Coach, Bill Bowerman co-founded Nike and is almost singlehandedly responsible for making running a recreational thing. And Oregon is known for its really competitive and successful track program. This town knows and respects runners. It’s kind of weird but totally awesome. Like Running is a very big deal there. In the college bookstore there are literally 10-15 different types of t-shirts that have something to do with running… which explains why it took me like 20 minutes of milling around the store to figure out which shirts I was actually going to get.

Saturday, after a 2 mile loose run, my mom and I went to the expo and walked around Eugene and the University of Oregon’s Campus. The campus is absolutely gorgeous. Lusciously green with beautiful brick buildings and colorful flowers and shrubs. But, the most exciting part of the campus is of course… Hayward Field. Wow. It’s quite the spectacle for a track facility and it offered some good inspiration to be reminded of before the race the next day. I tried to take it easy on my feet that day…

I had a good dinner, drank a good amount of water, and got plenty of rest Saturday night. The race was all I could think of on Saturday. I had put an enormous amount of pressure on myself to fulfill my goal of a 4:20 finish time and I kept going over it in my head. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the pain and the boredom. I was ready though, I had trained better than I had before and now all that was left was 26.2 miles.

Sunday morning I got to the start line with about 3 minutes to spare, which actually worked out pretty well. The start line was narrow and absolutely PACKED with runners. My previous marathons had corrals and staggered starts and I guess I just assumed this one would, too. But it didn’t and the first mile was slow and frustrating.

I had decided to run with the 4:15 pace team for as much of the marathon as I possibly could, but when I got to the starting line… I couldn’t make my way back there, so I waited for the pacer to pass me. I saw her about a quarter of a mile into the race and I attempted to keep up with her, but she was zig-zagging all over the place to try and keep up with her pace and I lost her immediately. I wouldn’t see her again for about 14 miles. And just a minor critique of the race… the previous marathons I’ve ran had the pacers hold up a little sign that had their pace on it, so that you could see at a relatively far away distance where they were. The Eugene Pacers didn’t carry signs. They wore bright neon shirts with the time on their backs (but seriously… about 15% of the runners had on bright neon shirts, also… so it was REALLY hard to find the pacers).

I wore my ipod and had the nike attachment all set up. My plan was to run the first half of the race around 9:30/mile and then the last half of the race under 10:00/mile. My first mile was 10:10. Which surprised me and threw me off guard. I knew it was because of the massive amounts of people around me going slower, but I am used to having a fast first couple of miles from adrenaline, not a slow first mile. The first mile climbed and meandered through the campus a little and then out around the outskirts of town. There was excellent crowd support and the temperature was nice. The sun was peeping out and by about mile 2.5 I was able to toss the long sleeve tshirt (but, I should have just tied it around my waist). After the first mile, I ran wayyy too fast to try and make up the time. Miles 2-4 were 9:01, 8:43, and 8:43 respectively. Around mile 4 I caught myself thinking… umm… I’m just not loaded with energy. I immediately tried to shake the negativity and powered on. The next 5 miles were pretty good. I felt good, I was checking my pace every 4 minutes or so, which surprisingly helped the time go by faster and I breezed through those miles 5-10 at 9:44, 9:34, 9:28, 9:20, 9:33, and 9:38. Now, at this point… the half marathoners split from the marathoners and the marathoners ran through a very boring stretch. All I could think about was getting to the half mark and knowing that I was half way done. But, mentally… I was starting to struggle. I crossed the mat at the half marathon mark with a time of 2:05:32. I felt good about that, but mentally, I was having a really hard time.

We started to meander back through a park and it was like nature overload. I mean, just grass and trees to look at. I slowed after the half mark. I ran miles 14-16 at 10:10, 10:10, 10:16. It was about this point that my headphones got static-y and stopped working. Great. That’s all I freaking need at this point. My mind was already letting me down and now my technology was faltering as well. So much for checking my pace every 3-4 minutes. It was also at this point, that the 4:15 pacer passed me! For a moment, this pepped me up and I tried to keep up. You see… I wore my hydration belt, so I didn’t stop at any water station… I just ran right through them, so I think I must have been ahead of the pacer because of that (though I never remember passing her). I tried to keep up with the pacer, but I just couldn’t. And that folks… that depressed me. It was at that point when I started thinking… I’m not going to be able to finish in 4:20. By mile 18, it wasn’t just my head telling me I couldn’t do it… it was my body as well. My right knee started hurting and my calves started to cramp. It was also freezing cold. Along the river was windy and shady and I was so freaking cold. I started walking in mile 18 and from that moment on… I didn’t run a whole mile the rest of the way…. I had to walk/hobble/jog… repeat. It was disappointing, depressing, humbling, embarrassing. The last 10 miles of the race are through a park that runs along both sides of the river and while on one side… you could see the runners on the other side that were almost finished… while I still had miles and miles to go. Miles and miles to think about what happened. Why my mind and body were letting me down. Why this has happened 2 races in a row. This was different than Memphis. Because in Memphis… I had stomach issues and I hadn’t trained as hard. This was it… this was supposed to be my PR and it wasn’t going to happen. The last 2-3 miles I started to think to myself… maybe the marathon just isn’t my distance. Maybe I’m not meant to run marathons.

By the time I crossed the finish line at 5:15:26 I was completely heartbroken. And to help the situation… my mom comes running at me like a paramedic asking me if I was okay, what happened, she was worried, had people looking for me, etc… I was just like.. jesus.. thanks for further embarrassing me and making me feel even shittier. Awesome.

After the race, I was bummed. I texted my friends to let them know I had finished and most of them got the….”I don’t think the marathon is my distance” as my initial text.

I went over all my preparation and training in my head… I tried to figure out exactly what happened. Why did I hit the wall?

After about an hour of wallowing in self-loathing and disappointment I decided… you know what? Maybe the marathon really isn’t my distance. I mean, I think I could train for and really improve on my half marathon times. Half marathons are more fun and require less time for training.

Yeah, so the marathon just might not be my distance. But, you know what? I’m going to freaking make it my distance. I’m picking myself up and dusting myself off. I’m not going to be embarrassed or ashamed of my time. I’m just going to use it as a lesson that I just need to train harder next time. Maybe, (as much as I hate to) I need to use gels during the race, maybe I need to run my long runs without my ipod and all alone, and I definitely need to bump up my mpw significantly, etc… There is so much that I can do to improve and I will. The marathon will not beat me. Eventually… I will beat the marathon. And it will cry. I will beat the marathon into submission so badly that it will cry like a little baby... like a bratty little toddler (okay, okay, you get the idea). And when I do… it will be all the more sweeter.

So, watch your back, Marathon... I've got my eye on you. That means you Chickamauga Battlefield Marathon!

Debbie Downer...

First of all.. Yes, Happy St. Patricks! It's my favorite holiday!Woo hoo! The above is a picture from last St. Patricks day in which I ran my first 20 miler EVER with April. We put Irish Tats on our calves. Luck of the Irish, baby.

Second of all... I'm depressed. I'm in a running rut. Totally. It feels like I've been training for a marathon since August. And in a way... I kind of have. I mean, I took less than a month off after the Memphis Marathon Debacle. And got right back into this marathon training. What I need is a good long run. I need to accomplish my long run goal and then I'll feel better. It would have happened this weekend, but... it rained all day Saturday, and that just totally threw me off. I'm a planner and when things don't go my way.... I get pissed off. But this lack of achievement makes me feel like a total loser. Uggh. A. Total. Loser.

But, luckily... there is a light at the end of the tunnel.... There is a Nashville Striders training run this weekend. A 20 miler. It starts a mile from my home (at the Country Music Marathon startline) at 6:30 (perfect for me!) and there will be probably close to a hundred people running it (This is TOTALLY a made up estimate, but whatever, it will be a lot). Soooo.... I'm going to do it. It's the perfect opportunity to get back on the training horse, so to speak. And quit being a lame ass when it comes to my long runs.

Until then... I'm going to sulk and cry in the corner about being a lame marathon trainer who can't run 20 miles anymore. Wah Wah.