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Race: Annapolis 10 Mile Run

1 Sep

Soooo…. I signed up for this in the spring. I said I would run. I didn’t.

As the day approached I panicked. Why hadn’t I run? Dumb ass.

3 weeks out I headed to the trail. 6 miles boom….then nothing…2 weeks out I headed out. 4 miles. Take that….then nothing…1 week out. 7 miles. Yes! I might be able to finish. Maybe. 1 run a week had disaster written all over it.

Back track quick. I’ve been playing co-ed soccer on Tuesday nights. Nothing serious. Unless you are me. Then everything is serious. I got kicked. In the leg. Calf to be more specific. Twice. Huge hematoma bruise that was pretty painful.

Add that to my insecurities going into Sunday.

Alarm goes off at 5 am. Not a bad night sleep. Lucky that my neighbor had also signed up for this one. Or my ass was going back to bed. Actually – no finishers premium if you don’t finish got me going. Timex watch…say what!?!!

Anyway.

First couple miles were uneventful. “Rolling” hills were only a glimpse of things to come. Kept an easy pace. 10:05, 10:04.

Third mile. Brick road. Uneven. Someone should really have marked the…down goes my neighbor. The most graceful fall I have ever seen. I blink and she is back up and rolling. 10:03.

Mile 4 was okay. Mile five was the bridge. Big Bridge. I had been dreading it since the beginning. Up we go. As the leaders came back on over. Their mile 9. Damn I’m slow. 10:08, 10:14.

Mile 6, 7 & 8 were hilly. I thought the bridge was bad. I underestimated those rollers. Legs were on fire Mile 7. Gotta…Keep…Going…10:09, 10:15, 9:59.

Mile 9 that damn bridge again. Come to find out its steeper on this side. Head down, we are going to power through. Come on legs! 9:36

Last mile. I wanted to die. No warm fuzzy feeling that I was almost done. Just wanted to die. Really. 9:51

Finish Time: 1:41:17

I’m happy. I’m proud. I did what I needed to and I’m lucky I didn’t hurt myself. I’m ordering this picture.

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Choosing a Fall Marathon

22 May

Per my self-promise a fall marathon is in my future. Now the question is…which one?

Baltimore Marathon v. Philadelphia Marathon

 

 

 

 

 

Pros for Baltimore:

  • Local Race
  • Have run in the festival last 2 years
  • Cool Medal & Swag
  • Awesome finish in the stadium

Pros for Philadelphia:

  • Cool City
  • Flat
  • Number of Runners (10k+)
  • Getaway Weekend with D

Obviously I’ve never run a marathon before. I’m a virgin. So I need guidance.

What’s the most important thing you look for when choosing a marathon?

Race: St. Michael’s 5k

20 May

I was overly nervous coming into the race. I knew I should PR. I knew that if I didn’t I would be upset. Hence the undue pressure. I need to get it into check.

5:30 wake up time. Not bad. Shower, Shave, Out the Door. Waved to the neighbors as they loaded up the family. It was C’s first half. Stopped for gas, talked to C for a minute. She was nervous. Turns out she did amazing (2:07 I think).  Hit a bit of traffic getting into town. Still on time though. 7 am and I was parked. Race didn’t start till 8:15. I relaxed in my car listening to music. It was pretty nice actually. Walked over to the start with 10 minutes to spare.

Mile 1 (8:04): Lining up was horrific. That was a lot of pressure. First half mile was bad. Legs felt like lead. Started feeling woozy and lightheaded. Realized I was going to pass out. Thoughts started flying through my head.
‘Wow, this is going to be embarrassing’ ‘Who passes out in a 5k’ ‘This is going to hurt my face’ ‘Why am I feeling like this’ ‘I hope someone picks me up’
Looked at the Garmin 6:35 mile…no wonder I feel like shit. Backed it way down to grab composure. Felt better pretty quickly. Spent the rest of the mile laughing at myself.
Mile 2 (8:24): Eh…pretty mentally bad this mile. Was running alone. Kept doing the math in my head. Didn’t think a PR was in the cards. Wondered if I should just back off. I told myself I’d be disappointed. One step. One step.
Mile 3+.1 (8:08 avg): I was tired but not exhausted. Kept my stride in step with a woman ahead of me for the first quarter mile. Head down. There was a little girl (9) in front of me who was tired…that may be an understatement. Her Dad jumped out and ran with her a bit – it was pretty cool. Pushed at the end – well pushed what was left.
Finish Time: 25:22

That is a HUGE PR for me. I mentioned before about my running goals for this race and my lack of publicly announcing them. Only 2 people knew. The time needed to start with 25. Could have been 25:59 for all I cared. Just start with 25. Never in a million years did I think I would PR by 48 seconds. Cloud Nine.

The post race festivities were pretty cool. I couldn’t stay long. D and I were headed to the Luke Bryan concert. But I did stick around for an hour and listen to the band, drink a beer and waited impatiently for the results. There was a chance I had placed in my age group. I was either 3rd or 4th. In or out. I had been trying to count the ladies during the race. Knew it would be close. Results came in and I was again in disbelief. 2nd place in my age group! and a Trophy! My first Trophy!

The PR and Trophy turned what would have been a so-so day into a great one. I’m happy, I’m proud of myself, and I took home some really valuable lessons. On to the next one!

Countdown is On

13 May

5 days until the St. Michael’s 5k.

I haven’t run a 5k in 8 months. I’m nervous. More than I was for the half marathons.

The runs over the last few weeks have been faster. It gives me a tiny bit of confidence. That little bit makes me nervous. I have an expectation. Expectations mean there is a chance for disappointment. My brain needs to stop over-thinking. Deep Breath. Woosah.

I’ve made a deal with myself. As if there isn’t enough self pressure. Pile it on. That’s what I say.

If I PR on Saturday, I sign up for the Baltimore Marathon when I get home.

That’s kind of like a reward right? Only runners would think of a grueling, painful, 4-5 hours of running, 26 miles as a reward.

What kind of rewards do you promise yourself to get through tough runs or races?

Family Run Time

30 Apr

I’m enjoying the running time I’ve had recently.

Not stressing over a missed run or the pace.

My 5k is in a couple and a half weeks. I have a goal. Only two people know it. I haven’t decided whether I should put it out there or not. Maybe…Probably…

Have I mentioned I’m really decisive.

Anyway.

Running has really become an event in our house.  Every night Little D wants to know when we are running. He grabs the water bottles. He even sits patiently waiting for his turn.

David Running

Don’t worry. I’m right behind him. And yes he’s in PJ bottoms. Don’t judge 🙂

We finish up with our regular ab routine. That plank is still tough for him but he’ll get it soon enough.

Olympian in training right there. Along with pro soccer, pro football and pro lacrosse. Oh and star academic. He’s kind of a big deal.

I know all of us feel that way about our children. It tickles me that he takes an interest in what Mommy is doing. Love.

Is running family time in your home?

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