Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I was on Mass Ave near Boylston and ran across the street. At the same time a car came flying toward me. Breaks squealed, horns blared and f bombs were flying. Luckily I am still here and alive to blog for all of you. But this whole situation made me question yet another safety concern(this has been on my mind for a while) . Cars have horn, so do bikes. Some bikes even have the little bells, but runners only have profanity. That's right I protect myself and alert others of dangerous situations through my curse words. Luckily, this little runner girl can swear with the best of them.
But as I was saying, lately I have been thinking a lot about my safety when I run. This all began last week when I ran without my ipod. Actually I was holding my ipod but it was dead so I had to entertain myself. Now the photographer told me that I can entertain myself by "singing songs in my head." As I told him, that doesn't work when you are running more than 3 miles. So I decided to obsess during my 6 miler. During all this, I realized that if I were to be attacked I have no identification on me, and the only numbers I know by heart are my mom's cell in Arizona and my two bosses. Let's be honest, the bosses are not exactly who I'd like to see if I were just jumped. Not that I don't think they'd show up to claim my battered body (if for no other reason than to make sure I was in the office the next morning to do their bidding), but really you want to see your friends, your Boston family. So that's when I decided that if anyone got scarily close to me I should scream out my roommate's parents' address (hoping to God that they are listed in the phone book) tell them to instruct their daughter to save her friend. Or that I should start writing my I.C.E. contacts in my underwear. I've yet to do either, but I do feel safer now that I have 2 pretty awful plans in place.
But since I haven't blogged in a while, I feel that I should discuss one more thing - the 20 miler. This weekend I did my longest run ever (at least until the marathon) and it was kind of a wake up call. Now all my other long runs have been challenging, but this was hard. I was sooooo tired, and just waiting for it to be over. I got no euphoric "omg I'm almost done" high, and I just felt like death. I finished in exactly 4 hours (this includes 3 drink stops and two chomps) so I am pretty much on schedule to finish the marathon in 5 hours. But really it was just so hard. I was so tired, so dead and I'm concerned to add another 6.2 miles. At first it sounds like nothing. 6 miles psshh, but if you think about it, that is another HOUR of running. I just hope that I am distracted by the new city, the whole racing aspect and of course co-blogger Sarsh to get through it as painlessly as possible.
2 weeks 3 day and 10 hours. Let the craziness begin.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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Monday, September 14, 2009
For the past six months or so my life has revolved around the marathon. I have been preparing for the marathon, trying to figure out my plans for the marathon, imagining what it will be like to run the marathon, what I want waiting for me seconds after the marathon (these items include but are not limited to G2 in at least 2-3 different flavors, muscle milk, water and a place I can wash off, a towel, a new outfit, and in an effort to not be completely sappy - Sarah and the photographer). But the thing is my mind kind of goes blank from there. I haven’t quite figured out what comes next. What will my life be like A.D. - after [marathon induced] death?
Will I still run, or will excuses take the place of my die-hard attitude? Will I still challenge myself or start slacking? Will I still do long runs every week or will I be happy with 6-7 milers? Will there be a next race? That’s when it came to me. A.D. begins a life of running for fun. A.D. marks the beginning of my lifelong journey as a runner. I will no longer just be “training for a marathon.” I will be running because that’s what I do, that’s what makes me happy. And with that a fantasy was born.
The weekend of Ange (or even the weekend after) I will do what I have been dreaming about, pining away for. I will run without mapping before, without preplanning my mileage, without an agenda. I will run for fun. Wherever it takes me, whatever I want to see. I will go to the places that I’m not sure exist (like the part of the river that comes after the Longfellow Bridge or random bodies of water in Newton and J.P.). I will run until I feel like going home, until I feel satisfied. I will stop for water when I am thirsty (not when I feel I have run the appropriate length to require hydration). I will change directions when I get bored, run faster when my favorite songs come on and slower when emo h.s. jams shuffle into my headphones. I’ll run when I want and how I want. It will be amazing.
And with the thoughts of this perfect run on my mind I will return to work. Happy and slightly more motivated.
Hugs, kisses, and beautiful runs for all!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I started the run an hour later than I had originally planned because of the torrential downpours. By the time I left my house, I had given up on on the idea of being dry, which was probably a good call considering the forecast. It started out with a steady drizzle, then things dried up a bit. I actually thought I was going to have a good dry run from there on out, then the downpours began. Puddles became unavoidable and my clothes started dripping. Thankfully I had made a quick City Sports run the day before and got some sweet running tights that wick away moisture, leaving me pretty comfortable, or at least as much as one can expect.
All and all the run was amazing. I was tired, and pretty damn slow, but who cares- ran 18 miles. I often refuse to drive somewhere that is 18 miles away(although in defense of the distance I hate driving because of the lack of parking that usually awaits my return, plus my less-than-stellar driving skills). But regardless I am pretty pumped about my accomplishment. Only 8 miles away from a full marathon and guess what - I didn't die - I didn't even get sick. I just banged it out in the rain and collapsed in my living room when I got home. If the worst part of the marathon is me collapsing on the ground, I'll be pretty pumped. (sidenote: Photographer, can you please make sure I collapse somewhere cushy and not on like a rock or in the middle of the highway? Thanks babe. Oh and do the same for Sarah too).
Anyway, I only have one more super long run (a 20 miler in 2 weeks) then it's downhill til the marathon. It's kinda crazy, very scary, but sort of exciting too. I can't wait to have it all be over and behind me, although I will probably miss this. The training, the nervousness, the new challenges, the feeling I get after running an absurdly long distance, the feeling I get when I only realize the absurdity of the distance when others point it out to me, the "let's eat the world, I just ran 18 miles" feeling, the text messages to Sarah post-run, the search for new pre-run foods and drinks, the feeling I get when I run through all parts of the city, everything.
It's crazy how much of my life revolves around running. I "feed the run," "rest the run," "drink for the run," I actually say the words "the run wants ___." The other day I was commenting how I have personified the run to my roommate and she replied "oh yes, the run is our fourth roommate, and she is a whiny bitch." Fortunately, I adore the run, the run is my baby and although she gets slightly demanding, so is everyone in my life. The list of things I do for others is shocking, at least doing things for the run is essentially doing things for me. I realized this the other day at about mile 15. I was so close, almost done and then it hit me. This is the biggest thing I've ever done in my life, and I've done it entirely for me. I run alone, I motivate myself, and I do this for no other reason than my happiness. Then I went all after school special on myself and started self talking "you are almost there, Ange, so close." By mile 16 I was actually chanting "I love me, I love me, I love my body for this, I love my legs, I love my everything, I love me." By 17 I was thinking "omfg I ran 17, don't give up there is only 1 mile left, seriously you ran 17 miles." At this point I was kinda delusional so I think the words "17 fuck yeah!" were actually mumbled aloud. O well. At 18 I was in giddy, or at least as giddy as one can be when they are completely exhausted and dripping wet.
Anywayy, this is kinda weird of me to share/overshare. So I'm gonna wrap this up. Morale of the story - I love me, I love you. I'm knocked up with a run. I registered at City Sports for my running shower (haha shower as in party AND as in the rain storm I ran in - god I'm witty!).
So the Virginia Beach Rock n Roll Half Marathon is apparently considered one of the most fun half marathons in this country of ours. Well, let me tell you, I would highly recommend it. However, if you’re a married mother of 3, I would probably leave the little ones at home.
Being the procrastinators that we are, we booked the room about 12 days beforehand, and what a surprise, we ended up 15 minutes away from the actual sand and water. My friend Meredith and I decided to look up a few reviews for this lovely establishment (La Quinta) on tripadvisor.com the night before departure. Let’s just say the “highlights” were the 7-11 across the street and the Denny’s next door. But whatever, we’re college kids. Right? Right.
Upon arrival, we picked up the others in La Quinta parking lot (yes, we had low blood sugars and were slightly dehydrated and rather cranky…perfect pre-race day conditions) and headed to the convention center to pick up our goodie bags and registration information. While picking up my number, the employee said to me, “Okay, now see this medical information on the back of this number? Fill it out before you arrive tomorrow. Before you pass out.” As if I’m not freaking out enough as it is, my friend, go on and throw in a medical emergency. Whatever, I’m a big girl. I brush it off. We proceed to the t-shirt area, where we all should have a size Small awaiting us. Oh wait, they’re out of smalls. Now this is a phenomenon I simply do not understand. Registration is closed. We all put our t-shirt sizes when we registered weeks ago. We all have our aforementioned requested t-shirt sizes plastered on our race numbers. Now explain to me how you are out of smalls? Meredith and I are rapidly headed toward a comatose state, so we accept the size Medium and proceed to a Subway that her iPhone kindly found for us. After paying the ridiculous fee of $20 to park in a lot, we head in the path of eating fresh. A block into the journey I spot a sign for Henna Tatoos. Okay, yes, it’s a boardwalk area, henna tattoos are expected. However, this sign advertised a Family Discount. Yep, a family discount on a henna tattoo. We later found out this also applies to “friends and lovers.”
After playing in the sand for a little and Liz assisting me in overcoming my porta-potty fear before race day, we headed home to La Qunita. At first look, not too bad. However, after one shower, we realized that the drain in the shower didn’t really work. Not to be gross, but you were constantly shin-deep in your friend’s grime. That was fabulous after the race. Oh and when someone was in the shower, the water in the sink backed up as well. Oh and one of the reviews we read stated that “the shower was made for someone no more than five feet tall.” What does that mean? Well I, standing at a mere 64 inches on a good day, had to do a backbend to dampen my hair.
Race day came quickly with a 5 am wake-up call. We all got dressed, ate, and headed off! We arrived by 6:25 and the race was scheduled to begin at 7. However, there were corrals, so none of us would actually start until after 7:30. So four of us had registered for this “little Sunday morning run” as Liz referred to it, but hadn’t planned on running together. Liz and I were supposed to be in different corrals, but decided to run it together at the last second. Let me tell you, best decision of my life as of late. We stuck together for the first eight miles (until we got separated at a water station). Those last 5 miles seemed like an eternity without having to make sure I was keeping pace with her bright yellow tank. Strangely enough, I do not remember much from the race except for a few key elements, which I will list for you now:
1. A woman running in a tank that had “I thought this was a good idea until I found out I was pregnant” imprinted on the back. Should you really be running 13.1 miles right now? I think not.
2. One of the local “bands” on the way was a group of 12 women with the average age of 65 wearing pink flannel shirts, tied up in a knot (yes, you could see midriff) , cowboy hats, and singing “Footloose.”
3. We were supposed to receive Energy Goo at mile 6.5. The day before I jokingly said, “Haha what if they run out of goo like they ran out of tshirts!” Hahaha such a joke. Until it actually happened. Liz and Carly packed their energy gummies in their sports bras, but I thought I was too cool for that. Needless to say, I was a tad short on the energy for the last half.
4. At the 11 mile mark, I spotted this woman running in her bare feet. Yep, she took off her shoes and socks and was trotting along with those items in hand. The man beside me felt the need to begin discussing this with me. Now, I do not talk and run at the same time, much less with strangers. It’s one or the other. When Liz and I were running, we didn’t say a word to each other. After he was done commenting on the lack of shoes, he wanted to make small talk. Thank god I lost him at the last water station.
5. I really think I slept through a main part of the race because I was informed that we ran through Army Bases, which I do not recall. But I’m kinda glad.
6. The last mile was on the boardwalk, which I was pumped for. Until I got there and realized it was 100% humidity and sunny and 90 degrees. And everyone who began walking at mile six decides to run the last mile. Actually had to remind myself how to breathe.
7. Upon finishing, we were given water and an ICE TOWEL. Oh my god best thing ever. Oh and we got popsicles. Oh and I guess a medal too.
8. I finished in 2:14:22, which I was more than happy with.
A few things I learned from the experience:
1. Do not drink too much during the race. I took a sip or two of water at each station, which looking back I probably should have had a tad more. However, Carly took Cytomax at every station and ended up rather ill at the end. However, I would have enjoyed a little more water at the end of the race. We each got one bottle, which I chugged. I had to go to a medical station to get more water, which they reluctantly gave me due to fear that I was “over-hydrated.”
2. Make sure your shorts do not cause severe chafing.
3. If your goal is simply to finish (which was the case), I recommend running with a friend. Even if you’re not talking, it gives you something else to think about and keeps you from slowing down or running too quickly.
4. Look up the course before signing up. It got to a point where it was a “out and back” course, which bores me.
5. I really enjoyed the people cheering us on. It makes you feel all good inside.
6. Whenever I began hating my life during the race, I reminded myself that I was doing this for FUN. Also, at mile 11, I thought about walking for a tad. But then I thought of how mad I would be at myself for giving up so close to the end. It’s all about the big picture.
And her last piece of advice is exactly what we aim to do over here at Run Til I'm Fun. Amen, Kara, amen.
And her last piece of advice is exactly what we aim to do over here at Run Til I'm Fun. Amen, Kara, amen.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Ok so today I did my 16 mile run. I was a little nervous, 1. because it was my longest run to date and 2. because I kinda twisted my ankle .5 miles into my 8miler on Wednesday. I still finished the full run, but since then it has been a little tender. Luckily the everything went well today. I got a little lost, but made up for it in the end and still finished the full 16 with no sickness afterward.
But there was one glitch. I fell...On Mah Face.
Seriously, feet from my apartment I tripped on a hanger (damn you shitty moving remnants) and almost got hit by the pizza guy who was backing out of the pizza place. Mind you this was no graceful fall. I flew in the air and landed flat on my face, I'm kinda scrapped up now, I hit my head on the pavement, and of course I swore the whole way down "$$$hhh&*&*&*ttt." Yup, fill in the blanks. Not nice. But the pizza delivery man was a complete gentleman. Got out of his car, helped pick me up off the ground, and kept asking how I was. He also tried to give me water or something, but I ensured him that I was a mere 20 ft. from my apartment so I would be just fine. The roommate and I later went to the pizza place to get grinders for dinner, and my delivery man and I exchanged some friendly words. Now the roommate keeps saying how it would be soo funny if me and pizza man fell in love, got married and then I realized he had some sort of erectile dysfunction disorder a la Charlotte and Trey in Sex and the City. Who knows, for now I'm content with just being his pizza-loving friend who he once picked up off the ground.
OK I am exhausted. I have a fun dream/nightmare about the marathon that Sarah wants me to blog about, but I'll have to save that for another day.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
But everything I am she’s my influ God why did I let Ange peer pressure me into this
I’m already boss I’m already fly life was good when I wasn't running 10 hours a week
But if I’m a star she is the sky she's so much faster than me. when did i get so slow?
(I, I, I) And when I feel like I’m on top I mean I guess I ran decent 5ks this summer
(She, she, she) She give me reason to not stop Ange is totally going to yell at me to go faster
(And, and, and, and, and..) And though I’m hot It's actually rather cool temp wise today
(To, to, to) Together we burn it up Thank god she's running this alongside me.