Unmistakes and the Lesson Learned.

So much has happened in marathonwiner world over the last month or so.

I ran my 2nd marathon and shocked myself and the rest of the world with a completely unexpected PR.

I finally learned why racing a 10k is so difficult and so hated in the running world.

I met lots of new runner friends, and thanks to running with them, I do believe I am actually getting faster. You can call it stupid, but I’m sticking with it.

I have grown to appreciate, and even LOOK FORWARD to, speedwork–the dinner dates after the summer 5k series certainly contribute to that, but doing Yasso800′s outside for the first time (ever?) turned out to be 4832904 more enjoyable than trying them out on the treadmill. Then again…what running isn’t better outside vs. on that mean black belt?

I took the RRCA run coach certification course (where I again met lots of awesome people and had a real-life Shining experience–details later?) and PASSED MY TEST (yes, please go start telling your friends).

I ran a 50 mile week during my “off” month. Was this stupid? Maybe. But it feels good to be able to put down some heavier mileage with a little more ease than in the past.

Speaking of stupid…that leads me to this long overdue story I’ve been wanting to share about my success at the Buffalo Marathon and how I did absolutely everything wrong to get me there. Every training plan, running book, professional or even recreational athlete–even the run coach class–supported the fact that I should have crashed and burned about 6 miles into the Buffalo Marathon. As someone who recently received coaching certification, I should be touting the benefits of dedicated training and not straying from a plan. But there’s also something to be said about doing everything wrong leading up to race day, then digging deep and seeing what your capable of. So here’s what I did wrong.

1. Tweak the training plan at the last minute.

I haven’t run a whole lot of races. But for those that I have, and for those that I had a designated training plan for, I followed that plan to a tee. Especially, the taper period. I had heard so many stories about how rest was just as important as the building period come race day, and too short of a taper could lead to fatigue and race day disaster. So when a plan called for a solid 3-week taper, I reluctantly followed it. My plan for Buffalo was not followed well from the get-go, but it was alright because I knew when I signed up for the race that wedding season (read: a million weekends away from home) was going to interfere with when I did my long runs and when I got that rest day (or 3) in. I did not, however, plan for insomnia and having to push my last run of 22 miles to about 2 weeks out from the race, thus giving myself a 2 week taper instead of 3 week. But again, I went into this training period knowing I’d have to adjust, and I was fine with the 2 week taper.

But then I failed to follow my usual taper plan.

2. Ignore the taper at the last minute.

Usually I try to spend taper time eating well, sleeping well, avoiding all alcohol and running easy. Well, my taper period before Buffalo was shortened to two weeks, which I spent hitting high miles and hitting the bar at my uncle’s wedding a week out from the race. Oops.

3. Wear brand new clothes that you’ve never run in before.

Ok this is just flat-out stupidity. Two days before heading upstate, I went shopping in hopes of finding cute summer sundresses to wear AFTER the race. Instead, I came home with cute summer running clothes, made of 100% cotton. And for some reason, thought it’d be a good idea to sport them on race day. My thought process at the time was “I’ve never had an issue with chaffing before, and this 100% cotton tank is loose-fitting. It won’t bother me at all”. The thought I should have had in response to that was, “Well genius, when have you ever attempted to run more than 6 miles in a straight-up cotton, much less 26.2 miles, much less on a hot summer day?”

My race photos were super matchy and cute. My underarms are still showing the battle wounds.

4. Experiment with new fuel. On the course.

I’ve heard horror stories of people trying out new fuel sources during training runs that end in projectile vomiting all over the side of Central Park. And yet, I thought it was a good idea to do something similar at mile 7 of my first-ever spring marathon. I deserve a trophy for smartest racer of the year.

In my short running history, I basically have always stuck to the same plan of small, simple breakfast prior to run (these days, its a Honey Stinger waffle) and a GU or two during the run, depending on the distance and how I’m feeling. Sometimes less, never more.

Well, just before I left for Buffalo a good friend of mine gave me a little “good luck” goodie back stocked with waffles, GUs and some Honey Stinger chews. I brought them along thinking at the very least, maybe I’d snack on some chews after the race, as me, the JD and my friend made our way to our post-race boat trip.

But when my friend dropped me at the starting line, I found myself still clutching my little bag of Honey Stingers. Never one to waste, I just held on to them, at this point thinking “well maybe I’ll want one along the course” or “maybe I’ll see a fellow runner in need and I’ll come to their rescue!” (no really, this thought crossed my mind. I’ve had a lot of running heroes in my day, and I wanted to reverse the roles for once I guess). Well just after I crossed the 10k mark I got really tired of carrying the little pouch. And for that reason alone, I opened it. And similar to how I can never have “just one” cookie or “just one” piece of candy. I ate the whole bag.

Afterwards I had that very girly moment of “why did I just eat all that? I wasn’t even hungry. That was stupid.” Turns out. It wasn’t so stupid. Because (and I credit this to those chews) I wound up having enough energy to bang out sub-8:50 all the way to mile 17 or so. Honey Stingers FTW.

5. Go out too fast.

This does not fit the rest of my unmistakes because no obvious good came from it at the end, but I still did something that most seasoned runners would “tsk tsk” at, so it makes the list. I told myself even as I was warming up before the gun that I could take this race as slow as I wanted. Afterall, my entire reason for signing up for it was to give myself a slower marathon than in Richmond, and create a mental buffer for New York.

And yet for some reason, I lined up with the 8:50 pace group. I told myself (are you noticing a trend here? I lie to myself. A LOT) that I could start out with them, see how I felt, but would likely drop back a few miles in. But of course a few miles in, I started to find my groove and pick up a little bit of a competitive edge. When I was still running just ahead of the 8:50 flag carrier at mile 6, it became my goal to avoid the lovely man holding it at all costs. A few times, around mile 8 and again at 11 or so, he and his posse got dangerously close. At the halfway point, he even got ahead of me, and I watched him hand off his pacer wand to the next runner. I surged ahead as fast as I could and from mile 13-17 played a game of rabbit, bouncing in front of and behind the 8:50 group. Eventually, I realized that there was no way I could keep surging on and off for another 9 miles, and started to see the group as an ally. They had pushed me through the first 17 miles, so I might as well make friends and let them carry me through the rest.

Some of us may know how the rest of the story goes. I made it to mile 20 in under 3 hours, and took that as a cue to calm down and take my time to a sub-4 finish. Could I have stayed with the 8:50 pace group? Maybe. But maybe I would have also wound up depositing those chews all over the course as well. I didn’t negative split. I didn’t even come close. But I tried something new, pushed myself hard, and shaved 5 minutes off my time. Lesson: while it’s not smart racing and it will never come recommended (and I can’t prove my finish would have been better or worse otherwise), I went out fast and it worked out pretty well.

Now that I’m (one CPR class away from being) a certified running coach, I know more than ever that not following my plan well, not taking the taper seriously, wearing new clothes, experimenting with new fuel and going out to fast are all poor tactics to recommend to anyone. And I likely never will.

I also know this sounds like I’m tooting my own horn in many ways. And that’s also not the case (count how many times I called myself stupid, I meant every one of them).

The point is again, that you are ALWAYS capable of surprising yourself.

You want to run a marathon? You don’t need to give up your life. You certainly don’t need to give up your wine. You don’t need to skip your best friends wedding to get in a long run. You don’t need to own the latest Lululemon tank or top of line sneaks to be able to run (but if you have a favorite brand I suggest sticking to it come race day…another unmistake I failed to mention). You don’t need to know what negative splitting means. You certainly don’t need to own a garmin. If you want to run a marathon, you just have to want to run a marathon. And then you can.

Oh, hi!

Remember the days when I actually used to write on my blog?? Yeah, they were good days. When I started back in July 2011 I was right in the beginning days of training for my first-ever marathon. I was jazzed about the idea of tackling 26.2 miles, and equally excited to gush about my training tales to you fine people. And I think I did a pretty good job of gushing and other talking via this ol’ wordpress account for a pretty long time. Up through, and even beyond The Marathon itself.

I wrote my race recap and then spent the next 14 days or so filling up my screen and (unfortunately for anyone who clicked on this link) the screens of my [2?] readers. The marathon/blogging high carried on, and even when I went out of the country for a week in December, I made sure that any [crazy] person wanting to get an update from marathonwinerworld has something to read for each day I was gone.

I’m not sure when I lost that mojo, but I’m sad I did.

Nearly two weeks ago (seriously, how does time fly SO fast?!) I ran my SECOND marathon, and shaved over FIVE minutes of my finishing time.

I had big plans to talk about that single event, for days and days and days. The PR was completely unexpected, and I wanted to bask in its glory for days and days afterwards. But its been days and days. And I have yet to tell you about the rest of my weekend in Buffalo (because I know you’re DYING to know about it), all of the Unmistakes that led to that lovely PR, my detailed breakdown of the course and plans for whats next.

Why have I failed to do so?

I guess I’ve been busy.

Work is a little hectic at the moment. And when I haven’t been working lately I’ve been lounging on the beaches of LBI, having lots of dates with runner friends, attending speed series in Brooklyn (and actually getting faster!), planning my trip to CT for Running Coach Certification next weekend and getting seriously pumped up about the Mini 10k and post-race brunch on Saturday.

So that’s that.

Basically a very long-winded way of letting you know that marathonwiner.wordpress.com is NOT going to turn into one of those blogs that you so sadly click on month after month hoping that there’s been some update in the last year, but really you know there’s not going to be. I’m going to get better. I’m going to explain my wacky talk about the “Unmistakes”. I’m going to get my gush on about Buffalo. And I’m going to get jazzed come July and training for marathon numero tres.

In the meantime, tell me what you’ve been up to! In the comments! Write ONE thing running related or work related or brunch related you’ve done in the last week. Do it. DO IT.

See you soon. I hope.

Pulling a PR Out of Left Field

Hello and happy Tuesday kids! I hope you all had an awesome Memorial Day Weekend…I know I sure did! The JD and I spent the last few days up in Buffalo, visiting a good friend, taking in the sights at Niagara Falls, attempting boating (and failing due to some rain), eating wings at the very establishment that created the Buffalo Chicken Wing, touring a winery and…oh yeah, completely unexpectedly PR-ing at the Buffalo Marathon. So let’s go ahead and jump to that very important portion of the weekend

I randomly made the decision to sign up for a spring marathon on a chilly day in late March, after I powered through my first 20-mile run in months. Armed with the confidence of finishing that distance, I convinced myself that I had more than enough of a base, and more than enough time to continue, to train for the Buffalo Marathon. It was between Buffalo and Vermont (which also took place this weekend), and Buffalo won out because it came with the benefit of being able to hang with and stay with a good friend of mine

While that 20-mile run gave me the confidence I needed to sign up, I still knew the chances of Buffalo being my A race were slim-to-none; the JD and I had four weekends of traveling around to various weddings, tied in with lots of visitors to our new apartment and other little weekend trips. Training would take second to social commitments this training cycle, and I was okay with that. In fact, I sort of preferred it that way. You see, I ran an amazing first marathon in Richmond in November 2011 and have a very intimidating 26.2 miles through NYC coming up on the calendar for November 2012. Buffalo was made to be a buffer between these two races. My thought was, if I ran a nice, easy race in Buffalo (thus finishing in a slower time than Richmond) than I wouldn’t be so crushed when my NY time was slower (which in my head, it inevitably WILL be).

But then I screwed up all that irrational thinking and planning and ran a freaking awesome race in Buffalo this weekend.

And PR’d by 5 minutes and 17 seconds.

EVERYTHING in Buffalo has a buffalo on it. No joke. But of everything from Buffalo that is stamped with a buffalo, this is my favorite.

So you’re probably wondering how I turned a B race that was supported by a lackluster training plan and a taper period filled with little rest and mucho vino into what is now one of the greatest races of my life (one of, because Richmond, as my first marathon will always hold a special place in my heart). So I’m going to tell you. In extreme detail. Better sit down, cause this is going to be a long one.

Saturday night, after a pretty exhausting day (in which I exerted myself WAY more than an intelligent person would/should on Race Day Eve…details on that later), the JD, my friend and hostess for the weekend and a few others headed to an Italian restaurant just outside of Buffalo, because shockingly enough, all of the Italian places IN the city were booked. But the lovely little place we ended up at turned out to be a real winner. I had the best bread and olive oil/herb/parm dipping sauce of my life, and followed with a safe yet delicious chicken parmesan entrée.

Full to the point of near-pain, I managed to get to bed around 10:30 or so on Saturday night, and to my surprise, slept pretty decently. This was a noticeable change from the Richmond marathon, where I’m pretty sure my nerves kept me up ALL NIGHT LONG.

I woke up on Sunday at around 5:45 and started getting into my race gear that I had laid out the night before. We’ll call this moment Unmistake #1.

On Friday afternoon I had ventured out in the city determined to pick up something fun and colorful to wear around Buffalo after the marathon. But because I’m a runnerd, I came home with a bag full of discounted workout gear from Old Navy, and not a single piece of real-person street clothing. And since I was still undecided as to what to wear on race day while packing Friday night, my bright and shiny new “Run to Live/Live to Run” tank and matching sports bra and shorts somehow ended up in my bag. I’ve been reading Runner’s World for long enough to know that wearing new anything on race day is a rookie mistake, but I figured I’ve run in enough Old Navy clothes over the years to know that I’d have no problem [spoiler: yes, I'd run in ON gear plenty of times...for about 3 miles at a time. Not 26.2. This would, in fact, become a problem].

Anywho, I got in my super matchy new outfit, covered a Honey Stinger waffle in PB, and eventually made my way toward downtown Buffalo. My friend is literally a 5 minute drive from the start line, and she was nice enough to drop me off with plenty of time to warm-up (read: do some half-assed stretching while standing in line for a last-minute portapotty stop) and get to my corral on time.

At this point, I was still telling myself (over and over to the point of annoying) that I could and WOULD run a nice easy race, but part of me still really wanted to attempt a sub-4. So I lined up in between the 3:40 and 3:50 pace group; my logic at the time was that I ALWAYS start out fast, so might as well start out with other fast people, and when I inevitably dropped back, I could still have a shot at running with the 4:00 pace group…

The first 6 miles of the course were awesome. I felt strong and we skirted the city and did a lot of running right along Lake Eerie. The temperature was perfect: cloudy but cool, and the lake provided a great breeze. I was proud of myself for taking in the sights, but even more proud of myself for staying ahead of the 3:50 pace group for so long.

As we veered off the scenic route to do a considerably ugly out and back for miles 6-12, the first elite runner was on his return. He was hitting mile 12 just as I passed mile 6–something that I always find a bittersweet combo of encouraging and depressing, haha. In this case though, I guess I found it slightly more encouraging, because I kept up my pace even as we ran past deserted old steel buildings, grated bridges (seriously, there was an ENTIRE bridge that was covered only in the annoying grates that you see above subway lines, and that I HATE stepping on, much less marathoning over) and a pretty desolate landscape overall. The motivation may have been aided by the fact that I also took fuel at this time–which was Unmistake #2. The veterans will ALWAYS warn not to try any new fuel or fueling methods come race day, but for some reason, during this training cycle I wasn’t wanting or using any fuel mid-run, other than a few sips at a water fountain when it popped up.  And in the past, I’d never popped a GU or otherwise prior to mile 9 (at the VERY earliest, but 14 was a much stronger go-to). So chomping on some Honey Stinger chews (a super sweet pre-marathon gift from Leticia) as early as mile 6 was brand new for me, but I knew if I wanted to keep splits under the 9-minute mark I was going to have to have stores of energy to pull from.

I knew the halfway point was coming closer, and I knew I was way ahead of myself with the pace I had been laying out–a thought that was quickly solidified as the 3:50 pace flag that had been light years behind me (slight exaggeration?) for the first 12 miles was suddenly RIGHT on my heels. A game of tag ensued in which I would surge for a little while to try to lose the lovely man, his stick and posse of speedy runner only to be caught by them moments later. Finally, just as we hit the split between the half marathon and full marathon routes, and the point at which a new pace leader jumped in to take over (umm hey Laura, is this the norm? because I thought all leaders were badass and led the whole run), I gave up and decided there was no way I could stay ahead of that particular crowd for another 13.1 miles.

I thought about completely dropping back, and doing the “nice, easy” race I had promised myself so many times. But then I thought, I busted out a half marathon with the 1:55 group and I’m still feeling strong…why stop now? So as they say…if you can’t beat em, join em! I jumped in alongside the small pack of people aiming for a 3:50 marathon.

*It should be noted that around this time, while overall I was feeling pretty strong, I was starting to curse my decision to wear a new tank (cotton nonetheless) on a day that was heavy with humidity, and my UA shoes (they carried me through a 22 mile training run, yes. But by mile 8 my feet were BEGGING for my Asics)

The next 7 miles actually went by pretty quickly. I split the time chatting with the pace leader and the few others that were left in the pack (though more and more were dropping out each mile that went by), silently cursing Buffalo for not having more/better water and aid stations (seriously, who gives out GU and waits 2 miles to dispense some water?) and attempting that trick that so many marathoners swear by–dedicating each mile to a different person in their life. I would pick a person, and try really hard to strum up some of my favorite memories with them, but could never focus for an entire mile–the stabbing pain in my sneaks and the nasty chafe marks under my arms were stealing the spotlight.

Just before the 20-mile mark (or what I assumed was the 20-mile mark–Buffalo was a bit lacking both in H20 and roadside signage) I started to slip away from the 3:50 pace group. It was a pretty sad and dramatic sight, at least in my head, watching the gap between me and that flag on a stick get larger and larger. I reminded myself that just before the 20-mile mark in Richmond I found myself going uphill and wanting to stop running altogether, but I didn’t. In Richmond, my friend was waiting for me at the top of that hill and I wanted her to see coming up it looking strong and happy. I didn’t have a hill or awaiting friend in Buffalo, but I still wanted to be strong and happy, so I dug deep and forced another surge. I caught up to the pack of paced runners and found out that we had hit the 20 mile mark in 2:56 (maybe even less give the lag at guntime). The 4-hour trick that my Central Park friend Paul had taught me was that if you can power through the first 20 in less than 3 hours, you can calm down and run a relaxed 10k to finish things out.

Around mile 21, I again started to drift away from the 3:50 pace group, but I didn’t mind. I thought back to Richmond and how, even while running with my best friend by my side, I was a hot mess. My stomach hurt and my legs were tired and I just wanted to walk and cry. I had hit the wall that I had heard so much about, but I had my friend to carry me through.

In Buffalo, I didn’t hit the wall. Sure I was tired, and my feet had been in agony for 13 miles, but because of Richmond, I knew I could and would get through all of it. And I could and would finish this second marathon strong, if not stronger.

Every time I found myself tempted to slow down to a snail’s pace or walk altogether, I told myself my feet were going to hurt whether I was walking or running, but if I ran I could lose the shoes faster and finish far more proud of myself, and I’d get a little pep in my step. This happened on and off from miles 21-24–I’d start to slowdown, give myself a little pep talk, and out of nowhere I’d be sprinting (well, chances are I wasn’t sprinting, but that’s what it felt like) again.

Buffalo is a much smaller race, and once the half marathoners (aka, most of the raceday crowd) split off, the road was pretty quiet, so I tried to channel my inner-Larry, and every time we came upon a group of sideline screamers or other random cheerers I made sure to say thank you to them. At mile 24, one of those “thank-you’s” sparked a conversation with a fellow runner. It took about 17 more miles, but I had found my Larry/Tracey of Buffalo. Fellow runner was on his 13th marathon–8th on the streets of Buffalo–and we decided to play rabbit for each other to finish things out.

Just before we saw the sign that read “25″, I told my new friend not to really feel obligated to stick things out with me, as I was pretty beat, and he told me I was crazy–I had it and he was sticking by me. We both agreed all we needed was a little crowd support and we’d be good to go. Just a few minutes later we rounded a corner and could hear the craze of the finish line. Our pace definitely picked up a good clip and we started making our way towards the roundabout that launch us to the end. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where I saw my hostess friend and the JD, who screamed my name and cheered me on (the JD wasn’t able to make it to Richmond, so this was an especially exciting moment for me). And while I was annoyed that you had to do a silly little circle to run that last .2 miles, it worked out well because the JD was able to snag a photo of me on the course (not posted because its pretty vomit worthy) and still jump over to get me as I crossed the finish line.

Me and my nameless new best friend, seconds after crossing the finish line. He thanked me for keeping him company. I thanked him for my new PR.

gross, covered in salt and in underarm pain from that adorable new outfit, but so, so happy.

A shiny new medal and a beautiful new PR of 3:52:37.

Much more to come on the rest of the weekend, further thoughts on the course and the marathon itself, what worked and didn’t work (or, the Unmistakes), the new day-after tradition, lamenting about how this PR totally killed all hopes of creating a “buffer” for NYC and plans to now PR that race, riding my marathon high for the next couple of days and much, much more marathon talk…don’t say I didn’t warn you

Marathon #2 in 2

The Buffalo Marathon is SO close.

As in, day after tomorrow.

I signed up for this race randomly, on a wintery March day, thinking “a late spring marathon would be fun” and “end of May is SO far away”

At least one of those thoughts was a flat out lie. The other, well…I’ll let you know how truthful it was come Sunday afternoon.

In the meantime, I’m floating back and forth between major freakout mode and “meh, it’s just another long run, like the THREE I did this training cycle”.

On the one hand, I know I can (and maybe should) take this race lightly, run slow and comfortable and just have a good time getting into the distance and preparing myself for NY. On the other hand, I know for a fact I’m going to be angry with myself if I don’t PR. And given the facts that I did not speed train AT ALL this cycle, my taper time involved more wine and less water than any other taper I’ve experienced, my legs mayyy still be a little tired/mad at me from that 60-mile week I pulled out of nowhere and the weather forecast is looking a little intimidating for Sunday…

…it looks that Sunday’s experience could be the latter.

I want to stay positive and be happy with my time–no matter WHAT happens. And I’m going to try really, really hard to focus on doing that over the next 2 days.

But just in case…

Cross your fingers for ideal running conditions and a miracle of speed

Enjoy the long weekend kids! And good luck to everyone else running this weekend!!!

And the Countdown Begins

Before my 22 mile run a few weeks ago (has it really been that long?), I ate a peanut butter slathered Honey Stinger while reading my recap of my longest training run before The Richmond Marathon. I guess I found it inspirational and uplifting, because I made it through those 22 miles at a decent pace, all before the work day even began.

Today, after spending a little too much time fully acknowledging the fact that I’m running a marathon in 4 days and nearly peeing my pants due to nerves, I decided to see how I felt 4 days before running Richmond. That was a wee bit of a mistake.

Turns out, this time 6ish months ago, I had just come off a weekend of healthy eating and NYC marathon spectating. I said no to every offer of spectating beer (but don’t worry, I still agree cheering on the sidelines is exhausting and worthy of many brewskis), and said yes to giant cups of water. And I did not leave my apartment to go cheer on friends as they made their way up first avenue until I knew for sure which elites were first to cross the finish line. I was feeling good. I was feeling great! And I was so ready to take on my own 26.2.

On top of heading into marathon week on a high note, I was also starting a new job. Some may think that’s a lot to juggle at once, but as it turns out, I welcomed the distraction. Apparently I’ll take new job nerves over race day anxiety any day.

Unfortunately, my unhappiness at said job is now causing an unpleasant interruption in this race week. Remember all that whining over my poor eating habits (in the last 2 months I’ve officially went one–ONE–day without chocolate and/or sweets) and weight gain (see ya sub4, I certainly cannot carry this extra poundage for 26.2 miles and still cross the finish line with a 3 in front of my face) and whatnot? I’m 99% sure a chunk of that yes, comes from the ravenous hunger that always comes with marathon training, but the majority of it is anxiety/stress/depression fueled eating. And that, I can credit to my current work situation. Not cool. Not cool at all.

To that note, I did not cruise into this race week motivated and inspired by spectating. I rolled into it, in a food and wine-induced coma after a fantastic wedding weekend with my family in Arkansas (note: I have no regrets about this as it was an epic two days and I had a great time, but it certainly does not help the sluggishness I’m feeling four days out from toeing the start line).

So clearly, I’m still whiny. Sorry I didn’t offer you another disclaimer, but I guess you figured it out pretty early on anyway.

The good news is, Buffalo was never my A race. Buffalo was always meant to be a buffer before The Marathon (as Richmond will always be referred to) and the very intimidating, “A” race that is ING NYC. So I’m going to try my best to be happy with whatever my time is come Sunday.

And while it’s a little too late to be trying to improve on speed for this weekend, I know I want to really, strongly focus on speed for November. So I’m super excited that I signed up for a summer speed series with some awesome runner friends, and I’ll be venturing out to Brooklyn for my first 5k with them tonight!

Hope everyone’s having an awesome week!

Feel free to leave links to inspiring stories about running miracles where people hit their highest weight and had their slowest training cycle but ran their fastest race–maybe even came in first place, come marathon day. Much thanks in advance

*Note: after writing this super whiny/girly/downer of a post, I read this one of Meggie’s: http://thethinksicanthink.wordpress.com/

It made me feel better. So go read it too!

Whine whine whine

Warning: I’m a hot whiny mess people.

I told you yesterday all about my taper time slump.

It hasn’t gotten much better, except for the fact that I’ve managed to cover the mileage required by my coach, ol’ Hal.

I accidentally turned a 5-mile running tour into a 12 mile run this morning. Don’t worry-client didn’t sue, as their run was only accidentally extended by about .6 miles. Whereas mine (you know, the 4 miles suggested by Mr. Higdon and anyone else with a brain who knows anything at all about tapering), was accidentally extended by about 8 miles. Sidenote: while I know (as per usual) this was a stupid, silly accident, it did feel good to be out running on a beautiful morning. And I enjoyed it, unlike the other few miles I’ve covered this week. I really enjoyed being outside and moving…definitely a good sign a week out from a marathon…

Yesterday I managed to squeeze in a 4-mile run before an evening work event, and this after finally letting my legs get the therapy they deserve via spin class yesterday morning. Look at me! I’m working out. Excellent!

Only not.

I still cannot get a grip on my eating habits.

No people, don’t reach for your phones and start recommending me to doctors and rehab groups. I’m normally 100% happy with my eating habits, weight and overall lifestyle. But for whatever reason, during this stupid taper, I am the OPPOSITE of normal marathonwiner. And normal marathonwiner usually gets the taper crazies, but more in the “I want to run all the time but let me have a healthy snack before and after and it’s all good” sort of way. Current marathonwiner has ZERO desire to run and MUST follow EVERY meal, snack, sip of water with dessert. I’m not kidding. If you look for chocolate in my apartment right now you won’t find it, because I ate it all.

It’s making my non-running, whiny self feel even more sluggish and sad. And it’s not cool.

I’ve got a wedding this weekend that I’m really looking forward to. I want to have a great time. And I want to FEEL great.

I also want to feel confident going into next week.

Why’s that you ask?

Oh, because next week is Race Week.

I need to get my act together. And fast.

I want whole foods, healthy foods. And only in the amount that I need to fuel and quench my hunger. Not an entire bag of processed Pirates Booty because its “only XX calories” per serving and there’s “only XX servings per bag” and well, Boy Meets World does have double headers on right when I go home for my lunch break so I need something to do while I watch…that is not the right way to prepare for 26.2 miles. Not the right way at all.

Okay. Whinefest over.

Can’t wait to get through a long day of traveling tomorrow to be with my fam for what is sure to be an amazing wedding weekend

Have a good Thursday, kiddos!

60 Mile Slump

Happy Wednesday friends!

Here’s a quick disclaimer: the slump above refers ONLY physically to this marathonwiner. Emotionally and mentally, I am PUMPED beyond pumped that last week I managed to bang out my first (and likely last) ever 60 mile week.

But as always after a blogging lull, let’s back up a bit…

Tuesday morning I had plans to tackle my 22 mile run and then settle nicely into taper time–a point in training that I usually struggle a lot with. I am totally that person who goes bat-shit crazy wanting to run more and knowing I shouldn’t and eating more (and not necessarily better), fully knowing, I shouldn’t. So as I approached this taper, I swore to myself I’d be better. I’d run less (strictly following good ol’ Hal’s intermediate taper schedule), eat better and overall take good care of myself.

Ha.

Truth be told, I knew at least the mileage part of that personal promise was a big fat lie. I was (as it turned out, uselessly) hoping the rest would not be.

By the end of Tuesday I had about 30 miles under my belt (22 of which, my Garmin later told me, were ran at about a 9:15 pace…I’ll take it!), and knew if there was every a week that 60 miles could happen, this was it. So I nudged my print out of Hal’s plan (scribbled on, crumpled and all sorts of a hot mess) under a pile of papers on my desk, and set out to hit 60.

It was tricky for sure, as my legs were aching when I woke up Wednesday morning (no small surprise considering how very bad I’ve been about stretching and whatnot). But after spending a full day surrounded by influential and fitfluential friends at Fitness Magazine’s Meet and Tweet (there are millions of great recaps out there, and since mine is a week late, I’ll point you to those), I found some motivation to get moving. After an amazing day filled with finally meeting the faces behind all of my favorite blogs, jotting down some health and fitness pointers and lugging home an amazing amount of swag, I laced up. I ran a nice, slow 6 mile recovery jog from my apartment down to the JD’s office. From there, the two of us walked two miles in some glorious NY weather to a great falafel dinner, and then headed home before the rains came. It was an awesome day, and I was up to 37 miles for the week. On Wednesday.

With a slew of company coming in for the weekend, the JD and I got creative with our workouts on Thursday morning–sharing laundry duties while squeezing in various mixes of runs, Wii fit workouts and cross-training trips to the gym. It was pretty impressive if I do say so myself, and with our hectic schedules, may become the norm when it comes to cleaning clothes. After work on Thursday, still riding a high from the Fitblogger event, I jogged down the river again to meet up with some runner friends for more running talk, this time with a side of booze rather than Fitblogger’s delicious farro and light lemonade. For those of you who haven’t tried farro (last week was my first time) it is so yummy–especially when paired with grilled peaches!

After an awesome happy hour or two with runner friends, I was heading home to meet my first guest of the weekend. The very same lady who will be hosting me in Buffalo in just a week and a half for the big race (zomg. whoa that’s close)! We had a late dinner, and extended happy hour even further…thus marking the first strike in my wanting to eat well and be well during taper. But, tired as I was, I woke up to a gorgeous morning on Friday, ready to run Central Park. My legs wore sore and tired, but I managed to get int about 7.5 miles.

Saturday was a long-awaited rest day, and resting included an amazing lunch with all my friends, as well as my cousin and his gf, before sitting down for 2.5 hours for a matinée showing of Newsies on Broadway

I grew up watching Christian Bale and other cute boys in caps sing and dance their hearts out on “the streets of New York” (in fact, this may have been one of the first “OMGIneedtoLIVEthere” seeds planted in my head), so it was awesome to see it all again on stage. Afterwards, it was another gorgeous day, so we took a nice long stroll along the river before gearing up for yet another meal…ladies and gentlemen, if you haven’t been to Vnyl and tried the Elvis’ Revenge sandwich, stop whatever you are doing RIGHT THIS SECOND and go get one. Now. 9th ave. Move it.

And now that I’ve stopped drooling…moving on.

Sunday a.m. I had scheduled a NYC Running tour at a far too early hour (what’s new?) and while I left my visitors in the care of the JD down in the West Village at a pretty reasonable hour Saturday night, I still didn’t manage enough sleep. I was really worried that I wouldn’t make it through the planned 6 mile tour de Central Park, much less the miles I wanted to tack on to bring me up to 60.

But, once again, Mother Nature came through in the clutch, and tired as I was, once outdoors there was nothing I wanted to do BUT run. I picked up my client in Brooklyn and we took the subway up to Central Park to get started on the tour. The miles were really slow, and we stopped a lot for photos, but it was just what my legs needed–ease!

After another tube ride back to Brooklyn, having deposited my new Australian friend at her hotel, I decided it was do or die for that 60, and ran the rest of the way home. This included my first ever trek over the Queensboro, at least in the Queens-to-Manhattan direction. I had thought people were exaggerating when they told me that way was far more difficult than going from the Big City to Long Island City (as I did a few weeks ago), but no…they weren’t kidding. I was at mile 7 of a 13 mile hike and that long, slow incline was pretty tough. I was hoping this run would boost my confidence for ING NYC, but it only made me even moreee scared. I can’t imagine that climb at mile 15! Eeks!

But, Queensboro behind me, I finished 13 miles feeling strong, and clocking in at just over 60 for the week As if that wasn’t enough to keep my spirits lifted, the sun was shining and I had tickets for great seats to the afternoon Yankee game. The boys lost, but all in all, it was an amazing end to an amazing weekend.

Unfortunately, the high from my highest mileage week did not carry me well into this one. I’m not sure if it’s the weather, the fact that my shins could still use about 483092 gallons of icy hot and a weeks worth of compression, or what, but I’ve really been struggling through the second half of this taper. I’ve completely lost my running mojo (it was SO hard to get myself out the door for a measly little taper run yesterday, and today still has YET to happen), and all I want to do is eat and sleep.

On the one hand, I know my body is tired, and these are sure-fire signs that I am READY for taper and ready to rest. But on the other hand, I still have runs on the t0-do list, and whether they are 22 miles or 2 miles, my body just isn’t getting excited about them. This is a totally new feeling for me during taper time, and I’m not quite sure what to do with it. I’m really hoping that I can get through today’s 4 miles, tomorrow’s longerish run and Friday’s rest will reset me for the next week. I want to be equally rested but equally ready to take on Buffalo!

Holy crap, that race is coming up SOON!

So sorry for the book! And have a fabulous Wednesday

 

- Do you get the taper crazies?

- How do you reign in your appetite during taper?? HELP!

 

And NOW We Taper…

Holy moly it’s been a while…sorry guys! I started last week off so excited for Peak Week and riding a high from a painfully awesome workout at Surfset, but things went a little downhill after that. Well, not so much “things” went downhill, just my expected mileage for the week. EveryTHING else was pretty perfect.

To bring you up to speed as quickly as possible…here’s how things shook out:

- I did NOT hit 60 miles like I wanted to.

- I did NOT run a 22-miler like I wanted to.

- I DID have lots of midweek fun, between Surfset, other runs and a nice night out to dinner with the JD and my aunt and uncle.

- I DID have an amazing weekend, catching up with lots of family and friends out on Long Island.

I had planned to tackle the 22-miler and bring myself up to 60ish for the week early Friday morning. But, my mean, sleep-hating cat struck again on Thursday night. At 1am I was still awake, and 100% certain that waking up at 5:00 to try to tackle my longest training run to date was a bad idea.

Instead, I caught a few extra zzz’s and went out for a [well, comparatively] quick 10 miles, then headed to the office for a half day of work. My mom and aunt arrived midafternoon on Friday to have some fun in the city before heading to Long Island first thing Saturday morning. There was a lot of family in town (many of whom don’t necessarily LOOOVE my love of running), so I knew the long one was going to be shelved until the company headed home. Instead, I covered 5 FLAT, fast miles around the island burbs, and was really pleased to have finally brought a bit of speed to an outdoor run!

Sunday I covered 8 miles on foot, but in flip-flops, not sneaks. We walked all over Manhattan, seeing sights at the Central Park Zoo, Hudson River Park, Times Sq and everything in between. The weekend ended with a Sunday night performance of Priscilla Queen of the Desert–a last-minute pick, but definitely an entertaining one (though I’m pretty sure the JD made the right choice for him by staying home to watch the Phillies game).

Okay. Even I can’t take this anymore. I’m just going to stop babbling about my weekend and jump to the good stuff now.

I FINALLY MANAGED TO HIT 22 MILES.

My mom and aunt weren’t leaving until early Monday morning, so I began mentally preparing myself to try to tackle this big kahuna Tuesday morning.

By Monday night, preparation was less in my head and more around my apartment. Because I REFUSED to let a little four-legged creature rob me of another much-needed night of sleep.

So, I set up decoys to try to lure her away from my bedroom and into other parts of the apartment. This included dragging two carry-on suitcases from under the bed and leaving them sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen. The monster LOVES cozying up on top of luggage (do NOT ask me why), so this seemed like one way to try to draw her attention away from sleeping marathonwiner.

She also (at least on nights when I REALLY need to get to sleep early), has a habit of jumping up on my dresser and swatting at every picture frame hanging on my wall (freeeaaak!). So last night, to counter her ridiculousness/insanity, I took down every. one. of said frames, so she’d have nothing to swat at, should she feel so inclined.

Then, as an EXTRA precaution, I took a wee little bit of Nyquil before hitting the hay at the earliest hour possible (I am not addicted to nighttime cough medicine, I actually HAD had a scratchy throat over the weekend people!).

AND IT WORKED.

I didn’t open my eyes until my alarm went off at 5:00 this morning, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I had a solid night’s sleep. So solid, that it could in fact power me through a Tuesday morning long run.

I made sure it wasn’t pouring outside (one of my big fears with this week’s forecast), than lathered up a honey stinger with some Almond Butter to have for breakfast. While eating, I re-read my post from my last training cycle’s longest run for some inspiration.

After suiting up and waiting for satellite reception I was on my way up to the park. I did one of my normal routes for the first hour–to the park and twice around the lower loop–before meeting up with a friend at the 72nd street entrance. From there, we headed south again, only this time went all the way around the full outer loop. This was a solid 12 miles of hills and circles, so afterwards we jumped on the bridle path at its Columbus Circle start and followed it up through the extension, around the reservoir back down to the southern portion of the park. I zigzagged my way all the way home until I saw a VERY satisfying 22.2 miles on my Garmin

I’ve been excited about knocking out this run and starting to taper for WAY too long now, so this was a great start to an overcast Tuesday. What wasn’t so great was having to sit at work for a solid 8 hours afterwards, giving my legs far too much time to cramp up and curse at me. Oh, well. I finished in just under 3.5 hours. At first I was a little disappointed with this time, but I’m pretty sure that after 2.5 weeks of “rest” and the adrenaline that comes with race day, I may very well be able to pull off a sub-4 in Buffalo. And even if I don’t…I know I trained hard through a hectic Spring

Happy Tuesday to you all, and happy Taper to me!

Surprise!

I ran a….

5k!

This past weekend I made a surprise trip to Richmond to run in the ASK 5k/Walk–a great event that raises money to support research and cures for childhood cancers. My sister [NOT the one who ran the 8k with me on Marathon Day, but the other one...who thinks running is about as fun as dipping into a bathtub full of cats with razor-sharp claws] joined her friends team a few months ago and–given my love for running–asked if I wanted to participate. I of course did, but didn’t know if the timing/cost of another flight to Richmond would work out for me.

But given that I love ANY excuse to go home, and that credit cards exist in this world (oops) I signed up shortly after receiving the invite. I joined the team under an alias and started counting down the days til I was home sweet home again.

I had originally really wanted to race the 5k, and use it as my “speedwork” for last week (since we all know how GREAT I’ve been about keeping up with that…), but then a few things happened. 1. I ran 14 miles before work on Friday with Leticia (which was awesome…minus our Law & Order experience on the WSH, bleh!) which meant Saturday should “technically” have been a rest day and/or SLOW, short shake-out run. 2. No one else on our ASK Team was signed up as a “runner”, so I felt bad proceeding with my plan to race, cross the finish line, then circle back and finish the course again with my sister. So at the very last minute, I made the decision to stick with sis. And I’m SO glad I did, because she ran [almost] the ENTIRE thing! And finished her first-ever 5k* in 33 minutes and 16 seconds! Way to go, Corky!

*Note: While very proud of herself for accomplishing this, she also said it would be her last-ever 5k. Definitely didn’t catch the running bug. Oh well, can’t convert them all…

The weekend went by WAY too fast, but thanks to some forth-coming summer hours, I’ll be able to make it home/see the fam a lot more over the next few months!

I had a painfully early 7:30 a.m. flight out of Richmond yesterday, and got to work JUST in time (luggage still in tow). So yesterday was a long day/rough start to Peak Week!

Yes ladies and gents, while it may feel like just yesterday I made the crazy/somewhat rash decision to run a May marathon, peak week is already upon us! I really, realllllly want to try to make it to 60 miles this week (my highest this training cycle is stuck at an annoying 58), but I just don’t know if my schedule will allow it. As long as I hit 22 on Friday morning though (talk about a shiny new PWD–pre-work distance), I’ll be happy.

While I may have liked for peak week to kick off with a relaxing, enjoyable long run…it didn’t. Due to needing to wake up at 5:45 yesterday just to make my flight on time, an a.m. workout was out of the question. And my evening last night? That was already dedicated to a SurfSet class, that I signed up for weeks ago and could not reschedule.

Let it be known, that aside from spin, I am NOT a group class kinda girl. In fact, they sort of petrify me. So pair a group class with the sport of surfing (something I’ve also always been equally respectful yet SCARED of) and we have my “Why in the Hell Did you Do That to Yourself” night.

But I’m SO glad I did.

While the “beginner” class was HARD (and not JUST because I’ve sucked at strength training for the last 6 months and have zero balance….the instructor said the ONLY reason it was labeled beginner was due to the fact that it touched on a lot of different pieces of a surfboard workout), it was AWESOME. I got a great all-over workout that left me aching in places I didn’t know could ache. Afterwards, I made the somewhat crazy decision to make my “commute” home a little longer…and ended the evening having also covered 8.something miles.

I went to bed feeling sweatastically happy with having touched on so many things I so rarely do [read: strength/core] and still tackled some of my 60-mile goal.

This morning, I woke up feeling not so happy about that.

Those new aches combined with the rain coming down outside meant that an a.m. run was not in the cards for me.

And a p.m. one…may not be either, seeing as how I’m currently signed up for a cycle sesh, but you never know…that lovely sunshine may just lure me out for a nice, long run along the river…

Happy Tuesday kids! Already almost halfway through this week!!

Cutback Week, in All Forms

This was definitely one of the bigger cutback week’s I’ve had during this training cycle. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s probably the first/only cutback week before we go into hardcore cutback (aka, taper time). And I guess that’s a good thing, since I know I’ve been going a little overboard on the mileage lately (58 last week), but that’s also very much due to my going overboard on the chocolate–during Saturday’s 20-miler I wanted glide for the first time in my life! Not cool, Cadbury, not cool.

Cutting back on the miles this week turned out to be not-so-tough. After a long run Saturday and a rainy and randomly fast run on Sunday, my legs had thrown in the towel. On Monday AND Tuesday it was a definite no-go as far as an early-a.m. workout. And while I really wanted to make it to a spin class Monday night, a lunch-time elliptical sesh was all I was up for. Tuesday was very much the same.

After a craaaazy day at work all I wanted in the world was a glass of wine. But I opted for a run up the  Westside Highway instead. It was super sluggish and I’m pretty sure I was cursing all decisions leading up to a May marathon. But after about 2.5 miles I was at Jack Rabbit on 72nd street, meeting up with a bunch of other runners (big thanks to Abby, Baker and Erica for organizing) to friendly fight over free Zensah socks, then hit up Central Park for an all-paces, 4-mile jaunt. Once again, I realized that running with others ALWAYS makes the miles fly by. We covered the middle loop at a much faster pace than I thought my tired legs were capable of, especially after my slow trek to the meeting point. It was loads of fun and I am SO excited about new running friends and my new neon orange calf sleeves . Thanks to all who made that happen!

I’m excited for another runner meet-up tomorrow morning, when brave Leticia and I finally meet up for our first run together–at 6 a.m.! Here’s to knocking it out before the weekend…and BEFORE work! Yikes!