Bragging Rights

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I have been itching to run a race since the marathon. I also intend on completing my goal to run a race every month this year and I didn’t have anything on the October calendar.

On a whim this Sunday I ran the 10th Annual Peaked Mountain Commemorative 7K Trail Race organized by the Trustees of Reservations. Despite the dreary grey rainy weather I decided to do it anyway. It was awesome! There were only 25 of us crazy enough to run half way up a mountain, back down and around a pond on muddy trails. I loved it. I had no time goal because I’ve never run a race like this. I just kept repeating to myself, “don’t fall!” I watched the ground the entire way up and down the mountain to avoid tripping or slipping. It was a bit tedious, but I enjoyed the challenge.

I know it was a tiny race, but I was pretty psyched when the woman at the finish line told me I was the third female. Out of 25 people running, 15 were female. Since I was alone and had nowhere to rush off to I decided to stick around to cheer for people during the awards ceremony. A 7 year old girl had run with her dad and I was sure she would get an award. Plus they had hot apple cider! It was a friendly group so as we waited for the last runners to come through the finish I passed the time chatting with a few people. I also learned more about the Trustees of Reservations. I was amazed to discover so many beautiful reservations here in Massachusetts.

Peaked Mountain 7K Finish Area

Peaked Mountain 7K Finish Area

This was a bare bones kind of a race. No reinforced holes in the bib meant I ended up carrying it most of the way.

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Peaked Mountain Reservation

Anyway the awards ceremony was really casual. Winners got to select a prize off of a prize table. I was more than a little shocked when my name was called for first in the female 40-49 age group. Yay me!!! Pays to have just turned 40. I actually came in 8th overall. Not too shabby for this 40 year old previously self-proclaimed non-runner who has only been running for about 4 years.

I was so excited on my way home, but no one answered their phone!!

Do you ever do something, go somewhere or have an experience that you want to share with the world, but every time you start to talk about it people go into a semi-comatose daze nodding occasionally to make it seem like they are listening? I’m used to this phenomenon.  I’m pretty sure as soon as I say Peace Corps certain friends and family members immediately take a mental vacation.

I find I get a similar reaction when I talk about running. I can’t help myself though. I get so darn excited when I run a race or have an awesome training run and I just want to share my enthusiasm. However, most people aren’t very interested in my running stories. That was one of the reasons I started this blog.

Do you have anything you want to brag about or share? If so please leave it in the comments or email me at aimeer828@gmail.com. I would love to post about other’s accomplishments fitness or otherwise. I know it’s really difficult to toot your own horn, but come on let’s hear it!!

Prelude to a Marathon PR

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In my last post I cut to the chase and announced my marathon results. What I didn’t explain was the significance of my race time.

Back in June I outlined my race plans for the summer up until the Montreal Marathon. At the end of that post I said this about my marathon goals:

“I have big goals. That’s right Oprah I’m coming for your time sister (Oprah ran the Marine Corps Marathon in 1994 and finished in 4:29:15)! I’m light years from ever qualifying for Boston so I need to shoot for something more attainable. Given the way my training runs are going I actually do have an even bigger goal in mind, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now.”

For some time now I have been running at a sub-10 minute/mile pace. When it became more consistent run after run I was astonished considering where I began with my running. My speed has improved so naturally and gradually over the course of my running. I don’t have a coach or anyone forcing me to do more than I am doing. I do speed training and some high intensity interval training to help improve my speed, but I am always mindful to do what feels right to me. I love running and I want to continue to love running. However, if it feels too much like work then I might not love it so much anymore.

In order to accomplish my goal of beating Oprah’s time (which really was just a fun way to strive for a sub-4:30 time) I would have to average a pace of 10:16/mile. My last marathon time was 4:38:52 or an average pace of 10:38/mile. When I first set my sights on running another marathon this seemed like a lofty goal, but one to work towards. As I began my training I also started to feel like I might be able to challenge myself even more given the improvement in my speed and overall running. So I set three personal goals:

B Goal = beat Oprah’s marathon time of 4:29:15

A Goal = maintain an average pace under 10 minutes/mile which would be 4:21:45 or less

A+ Goal = finish in under 4:20 for an average pace of just under 9:55/mile

Ok that’s a whole lotta numbers. Are you still with me?

The bottom line is this training was vastly different than my previous two marathons. I have begun to come into my own with running. I have developed some confidence in my running and my ability to improve at running. I worked hard and pushed myself without pushing to the point of injury or burn out. I upped my weekly mileage as much as possible this time around. I was diligent about maintaining strength training 2-3 times a week and P90X Plyometrics once a week. I stretched and foam rolled. My hill training was awesomely difficult, but it yielded results. I ran races and set PRs in many of them. My long runs peaked at 22 miles, and included two 20 mile runs along new routes.

In reflecting on the training period I have also identified other factors that were instrumental in helping me to accomplish my goals. I had no setbacks in this training unlike the last two. Four months prior to Disney I broke a toe and two floating ribs and throughout my training for Philly I endured calf and Achilles issues. My diet is cleaner with a central focus on eating whole unprocessed foods as much as possible. I food journaled consistently throughout training either online or on paper. I have shed some weight since my last marathon. I paid close attention to hydration especially throughout the hot summer. I switched my fuel during long runs to Vega Sport Endurance Gel, pretzels and dates. Vega* products are entirely plant based and complimented my diet nicely. I drank Vega Pre-Sport Workout Energizer prior to long runs and races. My pre-race and pre-long run meal used to be toast, nut butter and banana. I have traded the toast for a chia pudding made with 1-2 tablespoons of chia seeds soaked in water or almond milk topped later with banana and nut butter. Weird, I know, but it didn’t weigh me down and I am really starting to wonder about the power of those little seeds! I also followed up my long runs with Vega Sport Recovery Accelerator. I seemed to bounce back very quickly from long runs this training. I know I can’t give all the credit to Vega Sport Recovery Accelerator, but I do believe it helped as I experienced little to no muscle soreness the following day after my 13-17 mile runs and much less than typical soreness on my 18-22 mile runs.

There is one other component that affected my training and ultimately the final event for me and it is largely psychological. Back in April I wrote about my PR in the Plattsburgh Half Marathon and my dear friend who, at that time, was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. What I didn’t tell you was that my friend was also pregnant with her second child. Throughout her chemo treatments this summer, pregnancy hormones, navigating life with cancer, a toddler and a baby on the way I have been completely humbled by my amazing friend who has handled it all with such poise and grace. She is truly a Wonder Woman.

There were moments during training and even during the race that felt difficult, but my thoughts immediately shifted to my friend and I pushed the discomfort away because I knew nothing could possibly be more trying or uncomfortable than what she has been going through. As a result I had so few doubts about this race. If she could kick cancer’s ass then I sure as hell could run another marathon faster than my last. In the grand scheme of what my friend has had to cope with this year I felt like the least I could do was push past my mental limitations once and for all.

I purposely chose this race in Montreal because I knew it would give me the opportunity to stop and see my friend as we passed through upstate New York on the way home. I didn’t know my final time yet when we arrived at her home. It didn’t matter. I knew I ran a great race. I felt phenomenal the entire way. Given the distance that separates us I couldn’t be there for my friend as much as I would have liked. I was able to spend a couple of weekends with her but mostly we stayed in touch through email, text and phone calls when possible. Her positive attitude, courage and fighting spirit are a constant source of inspiration and motivation. I thought about my friend so much during the marathon knowing that she is running her own marathon and there was no one else I wanted to share that medal with more than her.

Race Together Fight Together

Race Together Fight Together

When I finally received my official time my eyes filled with tears. It’s not really about the actual time 4:16:35 or that I shaved 22 minutes off my marathon time. It is about me finally believing in myself. It is about reaching my full potential. It is about exceeding my own expectations. It is about committing to something, setting a goal and following through. It is about going the distance.

“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.” John Bingham

*I should note that I do not work for Vega, nor did I receive any of the aforementioned products from Vega. I purchased them with my own money and all opinions are my own. I was not contacted by Vega to discuss their products. I just happen to really love them. 

Montreal Marathon Results

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In high school physical fitness involved sitting on the bleachers during gym. In college physical fitness was walking to the bars with a cigarette in hand. In my 20s I joined gyms and resolved nearly every Monday that “today was the day” I would finally lose weight and get fit. By Tuesday I was berating myself for screwing up my new diet and the vicious cycle continued as I got heavier and heavier. For as long as I can remember I told myself I was not an athlete nor could I be an athlete because I was overweight.

Then in my 30s I became a mom and suddenly life had a new meaning. My never ending plight to lose weight became less about my weight and more about leading a healthy lifestyle and becoming a positive role model for my son. As a result not only did my body finally change so did my mind.

For so long I believed I COULD NOT. I want to tell you that if you really want to you CAN!

On Sunday, 9/22/13 I ran my third full marathon in Montreal in 4:16:35!!

It was amazing. I feel fantastic. I can’t stop smiling!

A full recap to follow I promise.

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Half Size Me Interview

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First I want to say I miss blogging. On top of a fun, active summer my computer has been having all sorts of problems. Most recently, last week I had to have the track pad replaced. I’m just not ready to put my 6 year old MacBook down yet! I love technology and my electronics, but everything I own is considered old by technology standards.   I tend to read blogs on my phone, but that’s been giving me a headache too; it’s slow and freezes up. I have an “old” iPhone 4 (no Siri).  I cannot comment on many blogs from my phone for some reason. So Carina, Biz and Marion I’m reading! I love keeping up with my favorite blogs and I enjoy commenting because it’s nice to know people are out there reading and caring about what you write. I honestly can’t tell you how much I appreciate your comments and feedback.

This is an exciting week for a couple of reasons. I’ll start with the upcoming weekend. The Rock ‘n’ Roll Oasis Montreal Marathon is this Sunday, September 22nd. I am ready! This week of training is very light. I’m focusing on my diet, stretching and a few easy runs. This training was incredible. I enjoyed every moment of it even the 22 mile run and my 20 mile runs. I endured the hot summer and surprisingly didn’t mind it too much. I tried some new things this time around including incorporating more strength training, different types of fuel for long runs, and more stretching. I feel great about this marathon. I have goals (I’m looking at you Oprah!), but no matter what happens on that day I know I am going into the race well trained, strong and healthy.

The other exciting news is that I am this week’s interview on Half Size Me. I have been listening to Heather’s podcasts for over a year now and I have drawn so much inspiration from the stories she features. Heather, herself, has an inspiring story that motivates and encourages others to stay on the road to a healthy lifestyle. I contacted Heather of halfsizeme.com first for some motivation during a time of frustration this past spring when the scale just wouldn’t budge despite my efforts. She kindly offered some advice and suggestions to help me along. I’m happy to report that I was able to push past the plateau and lose a few pounds before beginning marathon training. I then contacted Heather again after listening to one of her podcasts where a listener asked for advice about maintaining healthy habits and losing weight while working the night shift. I was honored that Heather asked me to participate in an interview.

You can find the interview today at Half Size Me. I hope you enjoy it.

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Waterville Valley: Birthday and a Race

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Orlando and I don’t do gifts for birthdays or Christmas for each other. We opt for a night away or a fancy dinner somewhere new. This year Orlando’s birthday fell on a Sunday and it also happened to be my weekend off. Perfect! I asked him what he might like to do and you know what he said without any cajoling or bribing? He said he would like to run a race! Well who am I to deny that wish?!! A quick search of races in New England on that weekend revealed a 5K and a half marathon in Waterville Valley, NH. The Black Bear Half Marathon and 5K description boasted  “a scenic tour of one of New Hampshire’s most beautiful towns, along quiet country roads, finishing in the center of the quaint village.” We had never visited before and it gave me the option of running a half if I needed to for marathon training.

As the day neared I was doing well with marathon training, but suspected that running a half marathon might be too much on that particular weekend. After careful consideration I opted to run the 5K alongside my husband. He really wanted to run it together and agreed to help me run a strong 5K. I really dislike 5Ks because it means basically sprinting at a fairly uncomfortable pace.

Anyway I’ll get to the race in a minute. Let me just take a moment to discuss the lovely Waterville Valley. It is a ski resort by winter and a family vacation site by summer. We got to our hotel in early afternoon. The day was gorgeous so we hopped on the bikes provided by the hotel and toured the property. There is a golf course, tennis courts, a playground, an adventure center, a beach with a volleyball net, shops, restaurants and kayak, canoe and paddle boat rentals. We saw a wedding party taking photos before heading to the reception. The resort is nestled below Mount Tecumseh and provides beautiful views in every direction.

We stopped in the adorable town square for an afternoon snack of local homemade ice cream. We meandered back to the hotel on the bikes to relax and prepare to go out to dinner. We made reservations at Lantern in the town square. We got a table overlooking the pond in the center of the village. The town square was bustling with activity at night. There was a band playing. People were hanging out eating more casual fare like pizza and burgers. Others were enjoying a beer or beverage down by the pond. We loved the vibe of the area. It was extremely family friendly. Kids were everywhere on scooters, roller blades, running around. It was such a lively environment. Of course we kept saying, “Carlos would love this.” It’s nice to have time alone, but we sure miss Carlos when we go somewhere without him.

We had a nice drawn out 4 course dinner including wine and dessert. This was a real treat for me. I enjoyed every delicious bite.

The next morning we were up bright and early to prepare for the race. I knew that morning that running the 5K was the right decision. We picked up our bibs and went for a little walk to kill time before the race. As we lined up at the start we realized there was only a small group running the race. The race organizer told us he would lead us on bicycle, and with that he counted down 3-2-1 and off we went. We ran through the resort, over a small bridge, past a small waterfall and back through the village to finish across from our hotel. There were some people cheering us on along the way which is always nice.

Orlando insisted on running the race with me. Now he is significantly faster than me so I told him to push me a little bit. It’s always nice to PR whenever possible, but as I was nearing the last weeks of marathon training I also didn’t want to risk injury so I told Orlando just to stay a little ahead of me at all times. The race course was scenic as promised and the weather could not have been more perfect. I felt really good throughout the run. I worked hard though as I always do during the shorter distances. Orlando’s long stride kept me reaching. The race ended on an uphill which is pure evil. I powered up the hill with Orlando next to me. He pulled back as I tore through the finish line. He now tells everyone that he “let me win!!” We were surprised with medals as finished. I’ve never received a medal for a 5K.  I didn’t really know my time because the clock was reading the half marathon time. They said there would be an awards ceremony in about 20 minutes, but we had to check out of the hotel within the hour and still needed to shower. We knew we didn’t win! We grabbed a snack and some water and returned to the hotel to get ready and pack up.

On the way home we stopped at Lake Winnipesaukee for lunch and a little walk to check out the lake. It was beautiful. The day was perfect for swimming and boating. We took some photos and then hit the road.

Carlos stayed with my mom for the night and we couldn’t wait to see him. When we pulled into my mom’s driveway I spotted the balloons. We were greeted with sombreros and margaritas at our surprise birthday fiesta! Orlando’s birthday was that day and mine was three days later. My sister came out for the party which was a huge surprise because we had just seen her a few days earlier. It was just my immediate family there to celebrate. The evening was wonderful. Year after year we have had the same cook out for our birthday. I constantly beg for something different, but my stuck in her ways mom won’t budge. My sister planned the menu which included all the fixings for tacos along with guacamole, a corn and avocado salad, shrimp and fresh salsa. This took pretty much everyone except my husband, sister and me outside of their food comfort zone. It was comical. My mom and her husband were not thrilled, but my aunt and uncle seemed to enjoy the meal. Orlando and I were in heaven.

After dinner Carlos took us over to the piñata. He couldn’t wait for that part of the party. My mom and sister filled it with things you might find in a Christmas stocking like gum, lotion and chapstick. It was hilarious. We had fun going through everything once we managed to break it open.

No birthday party would be complete without cake. Again after pleading for many years for a cake I could eat without splurging on all of my calories for the day I was treated to angel food cake and fresh berries. It was delicious. I smiled thinking of how my grandmother would have loved the party as different as it was from years past. It was truly a wonderful weekend and a beautiful way to usher in a new age.

Oh sorry I forgot to mention my race results. So I killed it! Not only did I set a PR of 26:52, I also came in 2nd for the females overall and 1st for the females in my age group. OK I should probably mention that there were only 42 runners in the entire race. The first female actually won the race with a time of 20:55. It’s been a few weeks, but I’m still smiling about this race every time I think about it!

It’s Electric

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After my awesome PR in the Bridge of Flowers 10K I had another race to run that same day. Carlos, my friend, Colleen, and I drove down to Rentschler Field in West Hartford, CT in the evening for the Electric Run. The race supported the March of Dimes. If you have any interest in doing one of these fun type runs but don’t want to get dirty, colored, or electrocuted then this is a great one to try. It is enjoyable for kids, teens, and grown ups. The environment is family friendly early on and as the night goes on it becomes a giant club scene. We left before that started heating up, but it looked like a good time.

We got there early so we could join the first wave of runners because the race didn’t start until about 8:20 p.m. and Carlos usually goes to bed around 7:15. He rested up in the afternoon for our special night out. While waiting for the sun to set we were entertained by the DJs. The music was pumping. The DJs were throwing out glow sticks and glow necklaces. Carlos was psyched to catch a few since I forgot to bring ours.

Once the sky grew dark the DJs counted down and released the first wave of runners. We set off grooving to the energetic techno beats of club music blaring over the speakers. As runners tore past us Carlos got savvy and began picking up all the dropped glow gear.  It was a riot watching him try to put everything on. Then suddenly he would burst into a full on run stopping only to look back and make sure we were following. Seeing Carlos have so much fun was the best part of the night.

This race was an absolute blast. I think it works best as a run/walk if you want to experience the different sights and sounds, take pictures and loot lost glow gear along the way. The end of the race took us through the stadium. We ran through bubbles and umbrellas suspended from the ceiling. It was a wild time. At the end, instead of hitting the “club scene” we opted to wait in line at the Ben & Jerry’s truck for a free ice cream.

If there is an Electric Run in your area I highly recommend it! If this post doesn’t make you want to get electric maybe my photos will. Enjoy!!

 

Bridge of Flowers: Fourth Time’s a Charm

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August racing rocked my socks off. It was a phenomenal month of running all around. My training was spot on and my races were awesome. I’ll write about them separately starting with the first race of the month. This was my fourth running of the Bridge of Flowers 10K in Shelburne, MA. I wrote posts about my second and third Bridge of Flowers experiences, but not my first.

I first ran this race in August 2010 as part of my training for my first half marathon, (click the link for a cute pic of my little guy) the Hartford ING half marathon. I’m drawn to the quaint simplicity of the town Shelburne Falls, MA. My husband also loves the area and was happy to spend a beautiful summer morning there. I ran that first 10K in 1:07:36. I had nothing to compare it to so I was simply happy to have completed the race.

There is something equally challenging and fun about this race that has made me want to compete year after year and strive to improve my time. This year it was all about running it under an hour. My 2013 goal of running a 10K in under an hour was fulfilled on New Year’s Day at the Sawmill River Run. I then completed the Holyoke St. Patrick’s Day Road Race in 57:08, but the Sawmill River 10K time of 56:10 is my standing 10K personal best. I wasn’t necessarily shooting for a PR at the Bridge of Flowers. My goal was to simply finish in under an hour, but best case scenario was obviously a PR. However, I had to contend with Crittendon Hill and the darn thing really slows people down, right down to a walk. I train in a fairly hilly area as it is, but to amp up my hill training I also began running up a nearby mountain once a week to simulate the experience at Shelburne Falls.

The pre-race vibe is so enthusiastic at this race. It is super family friendly. There is a short 3K walk/run before the 10K for kids and parents alike. The town is very picturesque and the actual Bridge of Flowers a stunning pre-race sight to see. For the second year in a row my college roommate came out for a visit to cheer me on so we have now deemed it an annual tradition. She is hoping that her knee issues resolve so she can run it next year. My husband and son were there to cheer me on as well.

Bridge of Flowers 10K 2013

Bridge of Flowers 10K 2013

I’m not going to lie it’s like pulling teeth lately to get the little guy to pose for pre-race photos. It took many attempts but we finally got this one.

The day was insanely gorgeous. Miraculously I had the weekend off so I was well rested. I was ready to go. Instead of holding back like I’ve done in the past I placed myself smack dab in the middle of the 9 and 10 minute pace groups. The horn sounded and I broke the cardinal rule of racing…I went out too fast! Being so familiar with this course I knew exactly what I was doing. The first couple of miles are fairly easy and I wanted to gain a little time before the hill. I didn’t overdo it, but I did hit the gas so to speak. I can’t remember what my time was as I approached the base of the hill, but it was a pleasant surprise.

My goal for the hill was to run as much of it as possible even if it was a slow run. This hill takes a few sharp turns as you climb your way up the steep incline. I was pleased with my progress up the hill. As I neared the top my phone rang into my wireless headphones. “Mom, seriously?!” “Oh I’m sorry I forgot about the race. Call me later.” LOL! She is a nut.

I breezed down the back end of the hill. I kept telling myself I was almost done and to keep pushing. I drank from all the water stops except the last. I dug deep as I neared the bridge again and felt a surge of energy when I saw my family and my friend just before I headed back over the bridge towards the finish line. I had absolutely no idea of my time. I pushed my legs as hard as I could and as the finish line clock came into sight I knew I had achieved at least one of my goals. I was definitely under an hour as the clock ticked past 56 minutes.

Despite the small town, laid back feel of the race there was nothing slow about getting our official race times. They were posted by the time I exited the finish chute.

Bridge of Flowers 10K in Numbers

2010 – 1:07:36 (10:52 pace)

2011 – 1:04:16 (10:21 pace)

2012 – 1:01:53 (9:58 pace)

2013 – 56:01 (9:01 pace)

My new 10K PR set at the 2013 Bridge of Flowers is 56:01!! I earned that PR. I worked really hard for that PR. I am proud of that PR.

Yesterday Diana Nyad fulfilled her long time dream to swim from Cuba to Florida. This was her fifth attempt. Her mantra throughout the swim was “You don’t like it. It’s not doing well. Find a way.” Yes find a way even if it takes more than one try. Do not give up!

At 64 years old Ms. Nyad proves that age is irrelevant if we put our mind to something. She is quoted as saying, “I really do believe that endurance grows and, also, we can never discount, in any sport, the mental.” I couldn’t agree more!

The Big 40

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Yesterday was my 40th birthday. It was also the first day of school for my little guy who is now officially a first grader. This summer flew by in a fun frenzy of soccer camp, marathon training, racing, play dates, hikes, lake trips, family time and more. It was wonderful, but I’m ready for the routine and structure of the school year.

This birthday began very differently than most. It was my first birthday without my Noni. She died in November and I miss her a lot, but more yesterday than any other day. I was born on her birthday. I missed hearing her sing to me yesterday morning. My sister tried, but admittedly it wasn’t the same, sweet, but not the same. I always loved sharing my birthday with my grandmother. It created a unique and special bond between us.

After bringing Carlos to school I went for a run. Since the run was the day before my last 20 mile training run it was put on my schedule as simply a birthday run. I spent my running time reflecting on these last 39 years.

My 20s

My 20s

My 20s were stagnant like the murky swamp water behind the trees in this photo. There was a darkness to those years when I look back on them. I really hated my appearance and this negative energy filtered down into my personality, my interactions with others and my overall sense of self. Although I went to college, traveled, worked, joined the Peace Corps and met my husband during my 20s I wasn’t truly living. I certainly wasn’t living up to my full potential. I spent an awful lot of time obsessing about my weight and how it affected my appearance. I tried every diet out there for a day or two with no success. I did nothing to change my problem, instead I just bitched and moaned about it and blamed everyone and everything else.

My 30s

My 30s

A light began to stream through that dark place during my 30s. I became a nurse and had my son in my early 30s. It was the latter event that precipitated permanent changes in myself. Having a child begs the question, “how can I take effectively care for another human being if I am not caring for myself, body and soul?” The answer was clear…I had no choice but to finally do something about my weight. Only this time I refused to diet. If I was going to lose weight it was going to be in a healthy, sustainable manner and I wasn’t just going to lose weight. No this time around I was going to change my lifestyle. No more sitting around waiting for change to come to me. This time I had to do the work and I did, one small change at a time.

The future

40s and beyond

Some people get all uptight about turning 40. Not me. I’m so honored to be given the gift of another year. I feel infinitely better today than I did at 20 and 30. I’m healthy, fit and energetic. From the dark, murky swamp emerged a glimmer of light. Once I realized how to let the light in I gained control of my life. Now the path ahead is wide open, bright, happy and full of adventure and surprises.

A Long Commitment

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When I commit to training for a marathon I know exactly what that means. It means at least 4 months of training. Training consists of many hours each week and often daily. There is a master schedule of work outs, stretching, cross training and foam rolling. Preparation for long runs includes packing fuel for the road, filling the Camelbak, putting on sunscreen, making sure electronics are charged and running clothes are ready to go.

For training to be successful I have to analyze my workout schedule against the schedules of everyone in my family. I have to make sure I have someone available to watch my son if my husband has to work or has another commitment. I also have to be ready to tackle long runs after working all night. It happens and there is little I can do about it so I’ve learned how to do it successfully by getting adequate rest the night before, eating well and staying hydrated.

Marathon training is as rigid as it is flexible if that makes any sense. In order to be well trained on race day you have to follow your training, get the miles in, strengthen your body and mind, and stay healthy. At the same time life happen. You have to be flexible with your training and creative about how you get your workouts in. You have to roll with changes in schedules, weather and how your body is feeling.

Last weekend I went away to visit one of my best friends in the Plattsburgh, NY area. The weekend plan was made a couple of months ago. Initially I was going to bring Carlos along which would have made running on the weekend near impossible. I was prepared for that, but as the weekend inched closer my sister said she would love to have him for a couple of days. This worked out fabulously for everyone. Carlos loves his auntie and jumps at any chance to spend time with her so I knew he would have a great time. Orlando had a side job to do over the weekend and was working his regular job on Friday when I left for New York so he couldn’t go with me or be home to watch Carlos the entire time. I don’t get a lot of time to myself so this was a rare treat. Nothing like a 4.5 hour drive to belt out some tunes, chit chat on the phone and listen to podcasts!

I re-evaluated my workout schedule and adjusted it to the new plan. Instead of having to do my 20 mile long run upon returning home on Sunday I could now accomplish it first thing on Sunday morning. I even managed to get in a couple of extra short runs on Friday and Saturday.

On Saturday night I got everything ready for my early morning run. I set the alarm for 3:50am! I went to bed fairly early for me, around 9:30pm and slept like a log. I jumped up with the alarm and got rolling. I was out the door of my hotel by 4:40. The sky was still dusky, but light was on the horizon. The air was cool with only a tinge of humidity. It was perfect running conditions. One of the best things about running when you travel is being able to enjoy different scenery. I was thrilled to have an unanticipated course for such a long run.

Sunrise on the horizon over Lake Champlain

Sunrise on the horizon over Lake Champlain

Plattsburgh, NY is a bit off the beaten path for most, but my introduction to this lakeside city wasn’t a result of my friend relocating there. I first came to Plattsburgh in the mid-90s for a weekend long phish concert. It took place at the old Air Force base. Ah the memories…sort of!

In the last couple of years, however, I have gotten to know Plattsburgh quite well with more frequent visits to see my friend and also running a half marathon there back in April. I didn’t map out a route, but headed for the bike trail I remembered from the half marathon.

Running in Plattsburgh

Running in Plattsburgh

The run was going really well. I felt awesome. My pace was on target for my marathon goal. I was killing it until about mile 11 when I had to stop to try to figure out which direction to turn. I decided to back track and seek out another trail I had read about. Then I ran out of water in my Camelbak around mile 14. Luckily I came upon a McDonald’s. The cashier gave me a cup and I was able to fill my Camelbak with cold water for free.

I continued on and at mile 15 I found the other bike trail I was looking for, a little late unfortunately, but I ran on it for about a mile before heading back towards the hotel. My pace had slowed a bit at this point, but I was still going strong mentally. As I approached mile 17 my foot got caught on a small metal post sticking up from beyond an uneven patch of sidewalk and I went flying in the air before slamming on the ground on my left knee then rolling and banging down on my right shoulder. My hands landed hard enough to get scraped up and my middle finger was bleeding when I stood up. I peeled my sweaty banged up body off the pavement, wiped myself off, shifted my Camelbak back in position and turned my Garmin back on praying it still worked. It did and came right back to where it had stopped when I fell. I mean how crappy would that be to lose the ability to track my mileage with only 3 miles left to go! I have now downloaded the Map My Run app just in case.

So after catching my breath and getting over the embarrassment of wiping out, I popped my music back on and off I went to finish what I started. My knee was sore, but after a little bit it loosened up. My middle finger bled for the better part of the next mile and a half, but I just kept wiping it on my pants. It didn’t hurt at all and was just a tiny hole. Part of me felt all bad ass, the other part of me really wanted the run to end.

It started raining as I neared the hotel, but it felt good. Despite a slower pace for the last 5 miles I managed to pull it out and complete mile 20 in under 10 minutes for a strong finish.

Victorious! Scrapes and all

Victorious! Scrapes and all!!

Long Run with a Twist

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It has been ridiculously hot hasn’t it? Somehow I’m managing to stick to my marathon training plan with a mix of gym and outdoor workouts. I have yet to resort to the treadmill for a long run because of the heat. Honestly running in the heat has been a bit easier this year for some reason.

This past Sunday I had an 18 mile run on the schedule. I have yet to miss a long run, but the thought of heading out on an 18 miler in the heat after working all night was not exciting me at all even though temperatures were expected to be a little lower (80s) with less humidity. I received an email from Active.com a week earlier with mention of an inaugural half marathon in the town where I work. My only race in July so far was the Run or Dye 5K I did the day before this scheduled 18 mile run. Considering the fact that we walked most of it and it is not a timed race I was reluctant to count it as my July race in my quest to run at least one race a month.

I set a tentative plan in motion in my head. I booked my Mom to watch Carlos on Sunday if my husband had to work. I decided to play it by ear and just go with the flow on Sunday. On Saturday night I packed up all my gear for a long run, prepared fuel, hydration and food, and charged my Garmin. When I left in the morning the air felt more comfortable so I decided to go with a nontraditional approach to my long run. I hit the ground running right from the parking lot at work after putting my things into my car. I ran a rather effortless 5 miles in my opinion. I really felt great despite working all night. I was very pleased with my pace and how my legs were feeling.

After 5 miles I hopped in the car and hightailed it over to the half marathon location about a mile and a half away. I had about 45 minutes to register, stretch and hydrate. However, when I handed over the registration I learned they were only accepting cash or check. I’m the queen of no cash and I definitely don’t carry a check book on me. I zipped out of the line and drove to the closest ATM. I actually became anxious about missing the half marathon. At times I don’t even recognize myself or my actions anymore.

I made it with time to spare. I returned to my car to put my bib on, drank a small coconut water, and ate a few dates. I also started chatting with a couple of guys parked next to me. I’ve also become less shy, much more friendly and certainly more eager to discuss running and racing.  We all discussed our upcoming marathon plans which made me feel insanely proud as they were both very fit and long time runners. One of them is registered to run the Big Sur Marathon in California next year, a challenging race with incredible views I’ve heard. I loved hearing the energy and enthusiasm in their voices. We wished each other luck and finished preparing for the half.

Because I was using the half marathon as part of my long run I had no time goal. I was not at all concerned with a PR. The course was different than originally planned due to police concerns about traffic. We basically ran a couple of loops around the college where it started, then down to my favorite reservoir, two loops around the reservoir and back to the college for a loop and a half. Although it was not the most exciting course the race atmosphere added an element of fun to my long run. I often think it would be great if all long runs were races because then I wouldn’t have to worry about carrying water on me. I usually use my Camelbak, but I would much rather run without it.

As I neared the finish I could see the time clock and I nearly died from amazement. The numbers I saw showed an hour and thirty minutes. That would be a 30 minute plus PR. There was no way! Then the course veered around a tennis court and I lost sight of the clock. We made our final lap and the clock came into sight again. I almost laughed out loud when I realized I had been looking at the time for the 5K that began a half hour after the half marathon! So no I did not finish in 1:30. Instead I came in at 2:05:46, definitely not a PR, but more consistent with the second part of an 18 mile run. Honestly I felt great about my time and about my 18 miles that morning. Here I am after the finish, all smiles…

Before Twin Reservoirs Half Marathon

Before Twin Reservoirs Half Marathon

Am I the only goof who wears my medal all day? Yes I do! Since I went to the race alone I had to get a photo a little later at my Mom’s with Carlos.

With my little guy

With my little guy