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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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What has running taught you?

8 Aug

Quote of the week to live by. One step at a time…

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?

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