Showing posts with label run. Show all posts
Showing posts with label run. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Rock N' Roll Savannah marathon

I ROCKED IT.
Hott damn, yes I did.
26.2 miles on a broken foot
3 hours 54 minutes
16 minutes before the time I anticipated
before I hurt my foot

I was nervous, there is no doubt about that...
  • how will bathroom breaks affect my time?
  • when will my foot start hurting?
  • what will happen if I can't finish?
  • oh, gosh, 26.2 miles is farrrrrr
These thoughts (and others) invaded my mind all week but became oh, so, real as Nate and I stood in my corral at the start line. It was finally happening. The day I had been waiting for, training for was finally here and I had the choice to rock it or roll under the pressure. 


There is nothing like it. I started hurting bad around mile 17 and crying around mile 19 but crossed the finish line with a smile on my face. I held that smile just long enough for the photographer above to snap a picture, but then I started sobbing. Nate intercepted me and I sobbed. I was hurting so incredibly bad. My foot, my knees, and my quads all screamed at me. 


I do not regret my choice to run, 
not one bit.

moral of the story: don't tell me what I can't do.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

the 3 D's

Back when I swam for Shannon Dunworth, he sat the team down for a "come to Jesus" meeting of sorts regarding our goals and motivation. What he said centered around what he called the 3 D's of success:

DedicationDetermination
Desire

These three have similar cores that give them a similar purpose. Dedication, Determination, and Desire propel you to dig real deep when you are stressed or tested or just plain tired. Some people see it as stubbornness or inflexibility or pride--and, granted, sometimes it is--but mostly there is a force from deep inside you pulling you toward something.

One who is dedicated knows knows every day is not her best day but that every single day counts. The dedicated student does not procrastinate or cheat or do just enough to slip under the radar. The dedicated athlete does not spend her time distracted or wishing her body felt more able or making excuses. Those who are dedicated are consistent and reliable. Each night, it is their fortitude that is rejuvenated through rest.

One who is determined sets goals with the intention of meeting them. This determined individual knows herself well enough to know her capabilities. Her goal is one step beyond the point at which she knows she will want to give up. Her dedication to herself and her goal keeps her from sitting on the sidelines in fear. Determination holds a person to a higher standard or excellence, not perfection, but excellence. This excellence results from knowing one's capabilities and never settling, for a determined individual knows that "to settle for less than your best is to willingly surrender a part of yourself that could have been."

One who has desire knows nothing of complacency. Desire fuels the drive for greatness. For it is "only those who dare to fail greatly [who] can ever hope to achieve greatly."

In January 2012, I tied on my shoes the same way I've tied them for years but I had a different reason this time. I wanted to see if my body was capable. I was not going to push myself beyond what my body was capable of but I was willing to push myself beyond what my body was comfortable with. I didn't sign up until March 1st because I needed time to listen to my body. I thought I could do it, I listened to my body, and I did it. On April 16, 2012, I completed my first half marathon.


On June 6th, I sat on the couch wondering if I could do more. Still unsure, I decided to, again, listen to my body. I thought I could do it, so I would try. On June 6th, I signed up for the Rock N' Roll Savannah half-marathon which would take place on November 3rd. I had every intention of running a full marathon but I wasn't sure if I was capable. My plan was to start out training for the full but not put my money on it (literally) until I was sure. After a solo 12-miler after 6 hours of work that began at 6am, I was sure and so I did the upgrade. The marathon is in 2 1/2 days and I am struggling to hold on to that certainty. I've trained with all 3 D's but I'm still wondering if that's enough. I was dedicated--I ran when I was tired and when it was too cold and too hot. I was determined--I started the long runs with Kelsey with a plan (finish) and a go-get-em attitude. And I had desire--even after being put in a stability boot with a stress fracture 2 1/2 weeks ago, I've continued to run because I want this. I want this for me. I am proud of myself and I want to finish the job. But I'm scared. 

"I'll be there to help 
whatever is left of you 
at the finish line. 
Either way, 
you're going to cross that finish line, 
even if it's on my back" --Nathan Blair 

people say running is an individual sport. Clearly, those people aren't runners. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

#WORSTnightmareEVER


yep.
that's a stability boot.
yep.
for real.

NO!
I'M NOT OKAY.

I have a marathon to run in less than three weeks and thought I was being a good girl by going to the doctor, but what do they give me for my efforts to be healthy???? A STABILITY BOOT and a request that I "take it easy" and not run. Clearly, the doctor didn't know me and clearly he's not a marathon runner and clearly he was unable to read my personality in the time we spent together.

I'll wear the thing.
I'll lug it around on my leg.
But I will not stop running.
And I most certainly will not not run my 26.2.

Poor choice?
Probably.

Choice necessary for mental/emotional stability?
That's the only reason I'm making it.

#STRESStotheMAX

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Bundle

GOOD MORNING!!!!! It's 6:25am and I'm up and ready to run. This should come as no surprise to those in my daily life but friends from high school and family might have a more difficult time conceptualizing this.

The road is calling me...
for 20 miles.
With 18 under my shoes from last weekend, I'm not scared about the mileage. The body achieves what the mind believes. I'm more concerned about the cold. Some [uninvited] cold front slammed St. Louis in the face on Friday with low 40-degree temps and pouring rain. Kelsey and I were supposed to do our 20 that afternoon but when we realized that the rain was enjoying being released from the clouds and had no desire to stop, we quite literally called for a raincheck. So now it's Sunday morning and I'm meeting Kelsey in 30 minutes and it's still cold. Say goodbye to the tanktops and booty shorts I've trained in up to this point. I'm trading them in for 1/4 zips and leggings. 

Last night, Kelsey and I did THE GLOW RUN with our friends Eric, Claire, and Beth. Again, it was very very cold--hello under armour turtleneck. It was an excuse to wear neon and glitter and a time for others to appreciate my glow-in-the-dark shoes. Check that off the bucket list. 





Today, I've got friends racing while I'm training. Kelly Trom is kicking 26.2 in Chicago and Caroline Usher and Anna Borys are pulling out 13.1 in St. Charles, MO. Oh, and my financial aid rep is running the half in St. Charles too--we're buddies, we talk about these sorts of things. 

RUN strong.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Thank you Gwen Stefani for teaching me that 'banana' does not actually have a double 'n' after the first like I admit I've always thought.  If you don't know what the heck I'm goofily referring to, GO BACK TO THE TURN OF THE CENTURY AND LISTEN TO CHEEZY POP/ROCK.

Anyway...

Since I started distance running last spring (training began in January though so really since then), people have told me I'm crazy. psycho. loony. bananas. Whatever word they used, they've been complimenting me by putting me down. How's that work? I'm not a fan. People, these are mixed signals. You tell me I'm crazy but keep it up--you can't just redefine 'crazy' like that.

Now, there are also some people who tell me I'm crazy and mean it--not in the sense that I need to be put in a mental hospital to be treated for psychosis right away (or ever), but meaning that they don't think it's a well thought out idea. I can appreciate and respect those comments regarding my craziness much faster than the others. Yes, I like being propped up but the idea of saying something demeaning as encouragement does not sit well with me.

Whatever the case, whoever the commenter, thank you for thinking about me and caring enough to say something--good or bad. Your words keep me motivated...and keep me humble. But, honestly, I'm doing this for me. At first, I wanted to do this to make my mom be able to be proud of me for something. She's been a runner (though nothing more than a 10K) for as long as I can remember and so I figured she'd be able to connect with what I was doing and find something respectable and prideful in it. Well, I stopped holding my breath on that one. She encourages me to keep it up but it's not exactly the achievement of relational bonding I had hoped for...and that's okay (no lies, it was disappointing for awhile but that's how it is). I run for me. I run to help control my asthma. I run to clear my head. I run to feel. I run to be in the moment. I run to eat chocolate chip pancakes. I run to be proud of myself for doing something I thought I could never do.

And while we are talking about bananas, I just made 
gluten free, dairy free 
BANANA PANCAKES!


1 banana
1/2 c. egg whites
3 tbsp. almond flour

mash
pour 
flip
cool
eat

YOU CAN EAT THE WHOLE BATCH FOR
less than 200 calories 
(actual calorie count depends on the size of the banana)
approx 18g. protein
1 serving of fruit
100% YUM






Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Roadblock #1

This isn't good.



My alarm went off this morning at 7 a.m. (despite it being my day off because of the holiday) and I wanted to stay in bed. Still, I got out of bed and began my morning like I always do--with a trip to the bathroom--but as soon as I took my first step, I felt foggy and lightheaded. I began mentally going through a checklist of possible reasons why I was feeling this way:
dehydrated?
not enough sleep?
weird food last night?
body tired from yesterday's activities?
No, none of that felt like it was right. I don't know what it could be other than my sleeping medication hitting me extra hard and not wanting to work its way out of my system in a timely manner.

Needless to say, I was not about to tie on my trainers [does that make me sound British? I'll post some time about how I very seriously wish I was British, perhaps.] and scoot through the city feeling unstable. Instead, I practiced some awesome self-care--made gluten-free, dairy-free banana pancakes [GF bisquick mixing in soy-milk and applesauce and 1/4 c. pureed banana and topped with 1/2 tsp peanut butter and banana slices] and indulged in watching some Grey's Anatomy on Netflix.

But, what now? I'm still feeling foggy and as it gets later in the day, it gets hotter, and therefore, more dangerous to go running. The high is 103 today and I am most certainly not putting my body through that torture...but I'm not ready to abdicate control of my training and get off track. I've got 5 miles to run today and I don't care if I can't get out there until 8 p.m. I'm going running today. Now, I'm a little more motivated. Perhaps all I needed was a little pep-talk and a source of accountability (yall knowing this is my plan for today and me promising not only myself but also you that I will do it.)

Not giving in to this roadblock.
Not getting off track.
Not yet.
I pinky promise. 

I'll let you know what happens.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Join me on another journey

SAVANNAH, GA
Whoot. Whoot.

"for what?" you ask.

26.2 miles
Yep! That's right. I'm running my first marathon...in Savannah, GA..in exactly 4 months. My friend Nathan kinda talked me into it and I kinda let him a few weeks ago. We signed up on June 6th--national running day--and booked our hotel last week and began training on Sunday.

I'm scared shitless but so so so excited. I LOVED training for the Go! St. Louis half marathon I ran in April and all my running didn't stop after the race. Running connects me to my existance in a way I've never really felt before. I'm breathing and sweating and pounding and squinting and telling myself "don't stop. just [insert distance here] more." 

I remember watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants way back when and at the end of the scene where Bridget and the hott soccer coach race on the beach, he says "ahh, there's nothing like a good run" and she replies, "yeah, it's like you're running and all the bad stuff in the world can't catch you if you just keep going." I didn't understand how that made any sense because you always have to stop sometime and so all your running [if you're doing it for Bridget's reasons] was pointless. Well, I get it now. Even when you stop, you're on a high and you know you can always start up again. When I run, I win. I am strong and centered and in touch with myself and my world. 

I've got 4 months of that greatness up ahead all in preperation for a solid 26.2 miles of glory. 

You'll be hearing a lot about it, I'm sure. :)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Fully happy with just half

**I wrote this but forgot to post almost a month ago

Ran a half marathon today.
13.1 miles
Anticipated miles 1-3.
Whined miles 4-9.
Smiled miles 10-13.
after the race
Maureen, Wilson, me, Annie

before the race
me, Maureen, Annie

yes, I have neon green tennis shoes...they have blue glitter shoelaces too 

I've written before about my addictive personality. Well, I'm addicted. I LOVED the training and getting up to have a long Sunday morning run with 15,000 of my closest friends was pretty stinking cool. I especially liked the part where I got 2 bananas at the end.