Week 1 thoughts

Week one of the new year is down. I heard that most people give up on their goals by the 2nd Friday, so I’ll be curious to see what sticks for me which will be here soon.
As mentioned in my previous post, my first goal is to drink 112oz of water a day.
1/1 – 16oz short
1/2 – made it
1/3 – made it
1/4 – not quite half
1/5 – made it.
I’ve also learned that I need to make more of an effort to drink the bulk of it in the daytime so that I’m not getting up every 15 minutes in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Weekends continue to be a struggle for me in the way of not sleeping 12 hours and drinking enough water. It is entirely too easy for me to get out of a routine, or into a bad routine?
I’ve gotten back to running in earnest. I’ve decided to focus on improving my Cap City time in the Spring and then focus on prepping for Big Bad Wolfe in the Fall. If I only focus on Big Bad Wolfe, there’s really no reason for me to run until April, and I prefer goals to work towards. They keep me motivated.

My 2019 Cap City time is ugly at 3:30:54, so definitely have room to improve.

June Recap

May was pretty lackluster. I think it’s because Cap City was such a shitty half marathon performance for me. That plus visiting mom as she was bouncing between a rest home and various hospitals kept me pretty busy and frankly pretty depressed.

So here’s my May stats:

May

  • Ran 14 miles
  • Walked 3 miles
  • Strength 6 times (most of it was scheduled personal training- having accountability is huge.)
  • Yoga 2 times

In a previous blog post I said all right, this is it. I’m going to get back to it. And here’s my June stats:

June

  • Ran 17 miles
  • Walked 9 miles (Columbus Arts Show)
  • Strength training 1 (may have done others? Only 1 in Garmin)

So… yeah. Not exactly what I’d intended. The first two weekends of June were spent driving to Toledo. My workout buddy was skipping strength training classes every other day, and my trainer was in another country. Mom went home, which I personally think is a terrible idea. We were also having some issues at home that I’m still debating on whether or not I want to share, so overall I was still pretty depressed. When I’m depressed it’s hard to practice self care even though I know it will improve my mind.

Are these all excuses? Yeah. Probably. In all honesty, I could have gotten in a few more runs if I’d wanted. I could go to classes at the fitness center by myself and the floor wouldn’t open up and swallow me whole.

I’m in the process of figuring out how much cross training has a positive effect, and what’s the tipping point that keeps me from running.

I’ve realized that I absolutely hate the yoga class at work. I don’t know if it’s the instructor, the music, the style of yoga, or some other factor but I find myself completely aggravated by the end of it. So I’m dropping that class. I may try some YouTube videos or something instead, my trainer insists yoga is necessary for runners.

Recovery Week

I’ve spent most of this past week feeling really run down and tired from the combination of the half marathon and 3 hours in the car to visit mom and 3 hours back. By Saturday I was starting to wonder if I was sick or had some sort of a chronic illness. (I’m very dramatic apparently.)

I’ve skipped running, yoga, and weights trying to give my body some rest. This weekend I ended up doing lots of yard work so the backs of my legs are angry and my nails look like I’m a mole, but I’m looking forward to getting back at it. Heck, I’m anxious to get back at it.

I’ve been trying to follow the advice of pain free plus three because I like the rhymes. By that logic, I should probably have ran today. Instead I planted a few petunias and coleus in our side shade bed after we pulled all the ground cover. I sort of want to kidney punch whoever planted it after filling a lawn and leaf bag that was then so heavy I couldn’t move it.

I’m curious how I’ll juggle yard work plus running through the summer and fall since I tend to do both in the early morning or evening when the sun is not brutal. Especially since mom is now in a nursing home temporarily and I’m hoping to visit her frequently.

Feel free to drop your recovery tips and tricks or advice on how you juggle everything.

Capital City Half Marathon

I’ve signed up for the Cap City 3 times and came up with an excuse to not follow through twice. Actually, I made excuses the third time as well. As mentioned in a previous blog post, I came very close to switching to the 1/4 marathon- only sheer cheapness kept me from doing it.

I didn’t sleep well Friday night, but who ever does before a big event?

I got up early, ate some breakfast, drank some water, got dressed and hit the road. I immediately got stuck in traffic and decided the first available parking lot I saw was perfectly fine. It turned out to be a ten minute walk, so not bad at all.

I was really pleased with the number of porta potties and ease of gear check, and was quickly into the corral I’d been assigned to. The local news was covering it so they were trying to pump up the crowd and also hit specific timing cues, that was a bit awkward. Speaking of awkward- I realized I was about ten feet away from the coach who had called me out on needing a new sports bra in front of about two dozen people prompting me to drop out of the local running club three weeks into it even though I’d paid for a year.

The race kicked off on time, and my corral was released about 25 minutes later. (I’m always paranoid about whether course close time is based on first person or last person over the start line- it can make a huge difference in whether I’m swept and stuck on the sidewalk behind a street sweeper after roads are reopened on me.)

The first few miles were easy, I got a huge kick out of a guy in lederhosen singing you turn me right round. Miles 3-6 were fine. I saw a couple in matching unicorn onsies dancing and having the time of their life. Miles 6-9, I felt pretty warm and a bit light headed butI laughed about a guy with a sign saying “Run faster! There’s bears behind you!”

Mile 10, I started to feel waves in my inner calf muscles as they were twitching, and my Achilles tendons were aching. I’m trying to slow down, stretch, change my intervals, drink water, fuck, anything but they shift from rolling waves to full on Charlie horses.

My niece texts me to wish me luck and cheer me on which brightened my day.

I’m still trying to get my body to cooperate and try a sip of Gatorade from a water station. I immediately realize why they say nothing new on race day. My stomach is rolling along with my muscles. I’m so close to hurling I almost hope I do just to feel better.

I’m texting Nate telling him I’m struggling. He tells me I’ve got this and asking what I need. Every time I try to pick up the pace my calves full on cramp. I’m slogging up ANOTHER FUCKING HILL and am flat out walking. I am near tears because I really wanted to break 3 hours and it’s slipping away from me. At mile 11.2 I know I can turn right and walk 0.5 miles home and get an uber or I can gimp another 2 miles to the finish line. 10 minutes versus another 40.

I see Nate hustling across the intersection. He gives me a kiss, calls me a bad ass, and tells me I’ve got this. He jokes and says I’m still beating all the fools behind me.

So I keep lumping. At one point, I hunch over because I don’t think my leg is going to hold me. A couple stop and ask me if I’m okay. I promise them I am and keep slowly hustling. Every time I try to speed walk, my muscles cramp. I see the finish line in the distance and try to run. I can’t. So I try to not grimace as I cross the finish line at 3 hours 27 minutes.

The volunteer puts my medal over my head and congratulates me. I keep walking through the chute and another athlete gives me a high five.

This was my most challenging race ever. I had moments I would have went to a medic if I’d seen one, but I completed it. I have any number of things I’d like to improve on, but I have to say I am very fortunate. I have a very supportive family, and the running community is awesome. Random strangers checking to make sure I’m okay or giving me a high five made a really hard day a little bit better.

So thank you random strangers. 🙂