Thursday, November 17, 2011
Well, here are a few bloggy re-caps from around the web of people who ran or spectated Richmond Marathon 2011.
Racing With Babes
Setting You Free
Life Began at Thirty
Neurosis of the Stay at Home Marathoner of 3 (kids)
Pace of Me
Dori's Shiny Blog
Running to Stand Still
For the most part, these touch on all aspects of the race. From the local "how do I drive in and park" to the out of town, "does the shuttle to the expo function as advertised."
Also, thinking of signing up for MTT? Just do it.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Jenny Silver, as I've bloggy named her, ran her first marathon on Saturday. She owned it. For that matter, she OWNED IT FROM DAY ONE. I'm so proud of her. She is a testimony to why MTT is a good program for the first time marathoner. She lived the highs, the lows, and finished on top.
Epic doesn't even come close to describing her race recap. It makes me want to go for a run.
Congratulations Jenny Silver. Savor this week of recovery. You've earned it.
~savor the run~
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
DeNiece is a great friend and runner. She's inspiring and encouraging, and confident and competitive... pretty much, DeNiece is just like a lot of us. Here she takes on one of those *sticky* topics we all talk about, the dreaded running partner you just can't out run....
Monday, November 7, 2011
Doesn't he know it's race week?
Doesn't he get it?
I'm supposed to be sleeping late every day this week. I'm supposed to be cozy in my bed, snuggled in under 2 extra blankets.
Instead I found myself hobbling down the stairs to set him free. He danced a ballet of celebration, floating through the dark. My gait was awkward. A straight jacket posing as a sock cinched my foot into a contortionist pose. I could barely manage an igor-like hobble through the dark house.
The cold tile floor bit into my feet on a hiss.
My eyes were half closed, or perhaps, half open as I fumbled with the locking mechanism on the door.
Will Feral, the aptly named wretched cat, laced his soft orange body through my legs humming like an electric razor. His entire body vibrated with his purring song.
Finally, successful, I flung the door open.
The shock of cold air immobilized my companion.
The shock of cold air immobilized me.
We stared into the morning. The vastness was overwhelming, leaving me empty and insignificant. I looked up into the stars, and I felt the sky look back into me. It brushed my soul, leaving only a dewy finger print.
A perfect letter V was etched into the inky curtain, and it taunted me. I breathed a sigh as the magic washed over me.
V.... and then what V?....
V.... for V, my dear friend...
It's a sign. A sign of greatness. A sign of the moment that lays before us. It's...
...nothing special. Seriously. These stars have been here for ~like~ a hundred million years. There is nothing special about them today. They are not flaunting their V. They are not displaying this perfection for me alone, it is simply a high pressure system keeping the clouds at bay.
There's no magic. It's just a Monday. Get over yourself....
As thought this, I closed my hand over the door to slide it closed, and a shooting star lanced across the sky. I couldn't stop the smile.
oh yes.... There is magic out there waiting for us every day. Even on Mondays.
~savor the run~
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
MARATHON MADNESS - ALL DAY
and I just have to think that I'm not as cool as I think I am...
Or that Taper Madness is like an infectious protein I learned about in Microbiology...
but probably I'm just not as cool as I think I am.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
You know, there are life altering things that occur when you least expect it and you decide you need to do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do. Bucket lists are formed and your life does indeed get changed in so many ways. When you’re diagnosed with a potentially debilitating disease it gives you pause. Makes you think long and hard about things in your life.
Would I have any more children? Would I go blind? Would I need a wheelchair, a cane, a walker? I would be damned if this disease defined me. Damn it all to hell, I was going to be me.
Fast forward to today, almost the eve of the most monumental thing I have ever done besides having children. But this is one of those things that got added to my bucket list in my head when I flipped off MS. The things I had to do before my body betrays me. My training showed me that certain things are changing for me, changing for maybe ever. But I will be an Ironman, or woman as it were, if I can just make it through. I have to do this.
Thank you to my friends for your never ending cheerleading. Telling me I have this when it could be a very real possibility that my body doesn’t but I am going to try anyway. Your enthusiasm and confidence in me meant more then I can begin to tell you!
Thank you to my husband and girls for supporting me along the way, and believing in me and cheering me on. Your patience and love mean so much to me. I love you more then I can ever say. I cannot wait to see you on the other side!
And thank you to my best friend Heather (this is, after all, all your fault). A training partner extraordinaire, we logged miles, secrets, laughs and tears along the way. You have become a part of my heart and family through all of this madness and I truly wouldn’t be here without you being beside me every lap, pedal stroke and step. Run your race, I will run mine. I know in my heart how well you will do!!! Rock it girl, I cannot wait to see you when I finally finish!
I know no matter what my time is that I am truly blessed to have made it through with everything I have had heaped on my physically. I wish training could have been easier too, all of the road rash, sprains, jelly fish stings and concussions will be worth it after I am done. I’ll take whatever time I get and know in my heart I am lucky to have made it this far at all.
I am ready, I am doing this, I WILL BE AN IRONMAN “we all step up to the starting line with something…no excuses”
Ginny thanks for including me on this blog!!! I was flattered when you asked me, I admire your writing, your running, your being a mom, wife and student. This has been the most remarkable journey, and I have been able to chronicle it for posterity! You're a total GBA and I am honored to be thought of as such by you!!
In your immortal words---SAVOR the run (or IM lol)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
I'm also a student.
It's mid-terms this week. As in, mid term exams? Yeah, Freaktastic, I assure you.
I have no free time to write.
h*ll, I can barely function as a normal adult much less be creative.
So todays post is ~lame~.
No but seriously, I published a post about 20 milers and why they don't suck even when they suck over at NofSahm. If you're desperately craving some GBA_GF wisdom before the run this weekend, well, that's where you're going to want to go.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Training has taken over my normally jam packed life. I had been told I would get to this phase when the miles we trained started going into goofy territory.
FL or Bust and I had a 100 mile Heart of VA ride planned a few weekends ago. It was a good day for it, not a ton of sun, not a lot of humidity, a relaxed start, good times ahead! We met up with another Ironman participant we ride with from time to time and off we went. This was a dress rehearsal of sorts. Practice nutrition, pace, etc. We had Chesapeake Man Ultra distance aquavelo the next weekend, I needed another Century ride under my belt to feel comfortable.
And then IT happened......
I was on the pavement trying to remember how the crash happened. People were screaming at me not to move, I think I screamed that I got hurt, I think I was crying, but I don't remember. I was feeling rather dazed and confused. I went down, as a good cycling friend of mine referred to it. Road rash, yeah a little.
I flew out of my clips, how, still don't know, but I landed pretty squarely on my head. I guess a Sheriff was across the street from where the accident happened and said he heard my head hit, blech...So instead of 100 miles on my bike I got 11 miles on my bike, an ambulance ride, one CT scan, two motrin, some lovely road rash, a really nasty whiplash and a Concussion just for me....sounded like the 12 Days of Christmas almost. I'd rather have the guys jumping around or some geese dropping eggs everywhere.
I could sit and tell you how I said I was ok, insisted on driving myself home (stupid stupid stupid!) and telling everyone I was just freaking fine, but in hindsight, I wasn't. My brain was totally rattled. The headaches and nausea lasted all week, but I didn't let on that it was really bothering me. In my stupid opinion doing Chesapeake Man was all that mattered. And I did it, I did, but did I mention that that was pretty stupid?
I struggled hard. Took way longer on my swim then I should have, between the jellyfish stings to the face, maybe that was God's way of trying to get my stupid ass out of the water and resting, and the pain in my neck and shoulder, I suffered through that swim. I suffered through the bike, I suffered for nearly 9 hours of my life. I don't want to think of the damage I might have done, but done is done. Riding 112 miles and not being able to get aero was a very difficult way to have to ride. I hurt more then I'd care to remember, the pictures of me show it etched on my face, I hate looking at them. Don't know what I was thinking or expecting.
Lesson learned, sort of, now I am training rather gingerly. I stopped swimming the other morning because I got too dizzy during a particularly difficult set. I listened to my body and didn't push it. I missed a group ride on Saturday this week because my head was not feeling all too great. When it felt better I got on the trainer for two hours. Woke up yesterday with no headache so I went to MTT. I was able to run a really great 20 miles, I never would have believed there was such a thing. I was thrilled to run the whole thing, to run and not hurt, not a great deal of dizziness. Fl or Bust and I needed a great run like that. I am happy to report I woke up with no headache again today.
It has been awhile, "but everything I can't remember, as eff'd up as it may seem, the consequences that I've rendered, I've stretched myself beyond my means", story of my life, for now.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
And one week when I was doing a 13 mile run that took me over The Bump on the Blvd in my last mile, and I felt SUPER STRONG, I remember thinking, “it’s the last real bump on the race course, and look, you’re running an X:14 over it right now, so it can’t be that big or steep or scary.”
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
|we didn't plan it, but we're both wearing our Skull socks.|
|KC, WNW, Dot (2nd row), Kristi & 3L|
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
But I’m not.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
I mean, let's face it here people. Not everyone is nice.
Some would rather take a DNF than go out and not PR ~ never mind finishing last.
Some would gladly run every mile regardless of pace simply because they love it that much, regardless of where they finish in the "pack".
Some will fight for every breath, hating every step they take, with determination and grit, as the pack leaves them.
Personally, I don't find half marathons to feel that long any more. But I remember my first 3... and they felt like ~ well ~ a HALF a freaking MARATHON.
As she finishes telling me how bad she sucks, I cheerfully said to her, "Don't you get it? You're bad ass. You're hard core. The people who would be last didn't come today. They stayed in bed. They made excuses. You are running a Half Marathon in a hurricane because you are AMAZING. YOU go own YOUR race, and stop worrying about where everyone else is running. This is YOUR RACE."
The run was that bad.
But this tragic run made me appreciate that I am the kind of person who would rather suffer through and make it happen, than quit and always wonder if I could've done it.
~savor the run~
I need to add an UPDATE here. Last week I spotted the Crying Runner running in Richmond. I recognized her from the PHHM, so I crossed the street and asked how she was, and what she was up to, etc. She DNF'd at PHHM. She fell behind the time cut off. But you want to know why I still admire her? She was out running again when I saw her, running strong I might add, training for the marathon. Yup, it turns out she's MTT.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
I know I have said in the past I hate running, and I still do. In training for this Ironman I have put my run training last in order of priority. I HAD to get my swim technique dialed in, I had to gain my confidence back on my bike. After my ankle injury, and having to wear a brace on my left ankle, that's the side I prefer to clip into and out of my pedals on, I lost my balance and subsequently fell A LOT. I would look at my bike and she would fricking jump me, so I rode as little as possible. We needed to make peace, I am going to have to be with her for 112 miles. I want it to be like I am hanging with my best friend, not riding my ex-boyfriend. No awkwardness, just good times.
Running, she became my muse in reverse. Someone would say we had whatever distance we had to run on our training plan and I would cringe whether it 3 miles or 16. I'd rather be living in Caiina in Inferno for crying out loud! Toss me in that last circle of Hell because that's how I was feeling about running. What to do, what to do? I am breaking out in a cold sweat worrying about this.
I had my A-HA moment today. Last year I liked running way better then I do this year, why? Last year I focused only on my running. Was religious with my hill repeats and track workouts, had really worked hard with the 10k training team before MTT. Rarely missed a training run.
Duh, I need to get back to basics. Those basics were hills for me today. And as I ran up and down that hill 11 times like a honey badger, I felt better and better. My times reflect that too.
I will be training in reverse these next few weeks. Dialing my distances back a little, including hill repeats in my weekly workouts, and not missing a training run during the week. I am hoping by the end of a few weeks my little experiment will boost my running and my confidence. I am thinking it will. We'll see.
I want to be able to say, and truly mean it, when my husband looks at me when we're done running and asks, "My run was great today, how was it for you babe?"
"honey, it was good for me too!"
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
|Focus and determination combine nicely with...|
...a slight misunderstanding of when the photo was actually being snapped
|Michelle, g., 3L, Kc, Kristi|
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I have been angry since Friday morning, and why you might ask? Were there hammer moments involved here once again? Naturally, story of my life!
Let's rewind a little *insert wavy dream sequence lines here*
I convinced a straight up running friend of mine she wanted to do a triathlon with me. She lives in the City and trains in Central Park, how cool is that, and I told her she could bike train there too. Her girls swim at one of those nifty roof top pools in Manhattan, I told her to get herself some swim lessons and we'd do the Pink Power. This was back in January before I understood my Iron aspiration. She registered and we were going to pop her tri cherry. I was happy to bring her over to the dark side.
I registered for all of my races in January with my husband. We were trying to be proactive and plan ahead hahahahahaha, PHEW *wipes tears from her eyes*. If you know us, you'll understand why that is a truly stupid statement. We had planned to do IMFL, but I hadn't even looked at a training plan at that point and I had no idea the volume of training we'd be churning out at this point in a plan.
So my friend braves I-95 on a Friday afternoon and gets here by 10 o'clock at night. That was good, because I had a 16 mile run with MTT on Sunday. But our race was on Sunday so I decided to run with some friends from MTT on Friday morning at 5:15am, hence my first angry morning of bed separation anxiety.
My husband is a giver, did I ever mention that? After our run on Friday he promptly signed us up for the Tour de Lions century ride on Saturday. "You need to do a Century this year, no time like the present Dee". But I don't wanna do it yet, wahhhhhh, my plan only called for 40 miles on the bike on Saturday, not 100. And I ran a really horrible run on Friday. I got sick in the middle of Thursday night due to being a gall bladderless wonder now. I never know what's going to bother my stomach, it's like playing food roulette I told my favorite training partner ever, Heather. This time, the dirty culprit was cous cous and veggies with a piece of lean pork that I grilled. Hooray for being sick at 1:00AM and for getting sick during the run. But ever the optimist, I told myself I was running in the Ironman, and here I was sick to my stomach. Could I continue? Of course! I'm not going all of that way to not finish dammit. So this crappy training run would be practice for the big show. I managed to muddle through almost 14 miles of the 16. Better then nothing.
Saturday morning I was really nervous to say the least. But I was angry AGAIN my friends. I was roused out of my soft, nest of a bed at 4am, AGAIN to go ride in beautiful Ashland and Hanover. Check out this awesome foursome getting ready to roll out (a very special thank you and hat tip to our newly made MD friends for taking our photo. You guys were great!)
I learned more from my training once again. I need more nutrition when I ride. Eat the WHOLE uncrustable, stop worrying about the calories you're taking in, you're not the fat kid anymore. But I digress. Here I am at mile 60, still looking pretty good I'd have to say....
At mile 88 maybe, I realize I am going to bonk. REALLY???? I dragged my now incredibly sore butt out of bed for a bonk on my bike? Thankfully one of the women I was riding with saw me struggle and asked what we could do. I managed to gulp down a gel, slurp up some Gatorade and muddle on. We were lucky the end of the ride was all twists and turns through picturesque suburbia. No straightaways where you feeling like a greyhound chasing that mechanical bunny with a full head of steam. We somehow missed a turn or something and came up a few miles short, whatevs. I was done as was my rump, I got awfully intimate with my Glide on this ride at each rest stop, but unless I was riding my warm, fluffy bed all that way I was bound to be sore. Ok, enough of that imagery~
Ca-ching!! An (almost)Century in my Ironman mileage bank.
I told my friend I wasn't doing the tri with her after all. I told her my legs were too trashed to even think about it but I would go and cheer her on. That way I figured although I'd have to get up early-ish it wouldn't be 4AM early. Well guess what happened without an alarm clock? Yes, my traitor of an internal clock woke me up, then made me get out of bed. I tested my legs, stiff as hell and feeling awfully wooden. What is going on, why on earth am I putting my RTC tri suit on?? Body stop, GO BACK TO BED NOW. Stop betraying yourself, you DON'T WANT TO RACE TODAY!!! But the toothbrush was in my mouth, my ponytail going up, legs moving mechanically down the stairs. Coffee and breakfast I am thinking, my wonderful husband fixed my aero bars, put my race wheels on and loaded my bike on the car for me already. How could I not go? Off to the race, with two of my biggest fans (my daughters) in tow. They knew Mommy would race and they wanted to see.
I won't go through what happened next, but I did finish the race. It was painful, and hurt and I dry heaved at mile 2.5 on the run, but I did it, and actually finished nearly a minute faster then last year. And of course I am really upset that I didn't do better. If I didn't stop to get my legs underneath me again on the run, I would have done better. And if I were in the 20-24 year old age group I would have been in 3rd place as opposed to 15th out of 77 in my age group. And if wishes were horses beggars would ride.
In case you're wondering, my friend Caryn totally rocked her first triathlon. She finished in 1:28. Awesome time girl, you were looking great too. I need to add a picture of her after she finished. That post race high is still on her face.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
This is my favorite part of MTT. The really challenging running is about to start. This is where the work is, and this is what we're all about. I'm excited to say it... we're headed into the big miles my friends. ISN'T THAT AWESOME?
(s'ok, my friends say that about me too)
The long hard runs are where you see what you're made of... and the nice thing about doing it with a group like MTT is that if you find you're lacking, all the energy and support of the runners around you can help carry you through on the tough days.
And you want to talk about bonding moments? Nothing brings runners together like running down Westham Parkway talking about Will Ferrel. I once had a coach pass me & some friends on his way to whatever it is he was on his way to, overhear our SNL impersonations, and slow down to join us for a mile.
|I like a lot of cowbell when I'm running a marathon|
Or if not Will Ferrel, what about those "remember that time" stories that we all save. If you haven't been saving them, get with the program. Those are the kinds of things that make people want to slow down and run with you. Did I ever tell you about the time I ended up on the worst date ever? In a grave yard? With my co-worker's son?
No? Well, if you want to hear it, you're just going to have to show up to the SNOW 20 miler in a few weeks.
But these super long runs aren't just about hanging with your peeps, recapping bad dates that happened 20odd years ago, and whining about the hills of Riverside Drive. They're not about noting to eachother how the Lee Bridge is like a giant treadmill (or is that a dreadmill?) and how it seems to go forever.
Yes, these things are entertaining and all, but everyone needs to try to remember that for some of us, some aspects of marathon training demand attention.
I'm super energetic sock girl! I'm here to have fun! ...sure.
But, I'm also here to work.
If you've run a marathon before then you know what I'm talking about. There's a lot of mental training that goes with running a marathon. Particularly if you're going to be running it alone. It's easy to get caught up in the "I can't hold this pace for another step" routine. It's easy to get caught up in "I can't even walk another step, must less run another step".
The way I like to see it... These long runs are an opportunity to say to yourself, "Don't take no for an answer" and then test that resolve.
Sometimes that means I don't have the energy to carry the pom poms with me on the run. My MTT Cheerleading bobby socks and two tone pleated skirt are being turned in for compression socks and a running skirt.
This is me, publicly admitting that my plan is to be a little selfish in the next few weeks. I have to look out for me. So for the moment, if you see me out running on Sunday Funday, and I don't seem like 'my-SUPER FUN-self', take a moment and reflect on that thought.
I am being myself.
It just happens that I'm internalizing and focusing on the moment while mentally preparing for the efforts that lie before me in November.
Ask yourself, What are you doing to mentally prepare you for 26.2?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I mean, summertime makes me happy, and tan, and I love fresh summer produce, and long days....
But it ALSO makes me cranky.
I'm not the only one who suffers from cranky-summer running. I don't want to mention any names, but I have a friend to whom I address running e-mails with "Dear Cranky & Hot". True story.
The friend is hot.
But then again, it's freaking AUGUST in VIRGINIA.
EVERYONE IS HOT.
Hot runners, hot under the collar, hot under the skirt... but that's getting off topic...
I've been out of the loop. Off globe trotting, and miserable, and suffering through hot lonely runs. But whew ~ I'm hearing stories from ALL DIRECTIONS. Colors are FLYING, and tempers are flaring like unstable solar fields on the heliosphere. I think I maybe just geeked out there for a minute...
I think though, that while the crankiness of summer running is a bit tricky to negotiate, I can get around some of the social ramifications by ... running alone.
Ok. That isn't going to happen.
I'm not going to become a hermit.
I talk WAY too much for that to ever occur.
Instead I think I will have better success if I simply try to remember an important detail. Maybe, just maybe, I'm the one who is cranky. Maybe it's NOT the people around me. Perhaps they are simply mirroring my epic grump.
So when I interact with my friends, co-runners, people from other teams, Those People, the ones I will call ~ The Haters ~, the weirdo's who don't appreciate running in tall socks, and the non-runner in my life... I will try to keep tabs on the idea that maybe, just maybe, it's not them. It's me.
Of course, you know what that means, right? It means I have to try EXTRA hard to show up with a good attitude, smile, embrace the moment and be in it even if I'm alone.
I look forward to bringing that excellent smiling attitude to my return to MTT. I look forward also to supported runs, SAGs with smiling faces, to MTT discussion boards, to hell repeats, to the Patrick Henry Half Marathon, to ... pish ~ no way am I running that... 3 half marathons in less than 30 days sounds like a punishment I don't deserve.
Of course, all that is assuming I ever make it back to VA. So far in the last 7 days I've been about 3,780 miles... not including the 13.1 I ran on Sunday. If things go to plan, I should see you in a week or so.
This weekend I'm
Respect The Distance.
Savor the run.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
It wasn't a bad thing that happened, it was... just unfortunate. Someone said something to me, defending their own point of view, that made me realize that they didn't get me.
And the thing that was said, well; it was kinda harsh. Unintentionally harsh, but still ~harsh~.
But you know sometimes how unfortunate things make you think? I just wondered, if this person understood why I do this, maybe they would get me and cease making unintentionally hurtful comments. And then I realized - wait... I'll come back to that...
Jenny, a Silver MTT runner recently blogged about why she runs. She was very specific in her reasons. I admire her for taking the time to put them down in writing.
I run because I love to skirt the line between blowing up and exploding… and yeah, those are two very different things.
Writing that down makes me think that everyone has a reason for doing this. And (here's what I was thinking I wanted to come back to) no one's reasons are going to be the same.
15 runners on GBA equates to 15 different reasons to run. 50 runners on SNOW equals 50 reasons…. And 1200 or so runners on MTT … you get it.
Even if their reasons are not the same as yours. Even, if you look at your dear friend DeeR and think, "but this is AWESOME! Why don't you love this like I DO?" Even if you are tempted to judge someone because they train harder than you, or not as hard as you, or run 6 days a week, or run 3 days a week, or wear tall socks, or don't wear tall socks...
(which is a mystery to me why more people don't wear them ~ they're terribly comfortable...).
Or write it down and keep it for yourself and know that you KNOW why you run.
Or if you don’t want to comment publicly, but you’re willing to share - you can send me e-mail (nmomof3 (at) gmail (dot) com.