Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Live and Let Live!

Good Morning Guys!!

I am probably preaching to the choir here because I always receive such support and encouragement from my everyone who follows my blog. But, it's my blog and I feel a rant coming. Please understand. Feel free to X out. But I hope some of you feel me on this. Sometimes I scratch my head at the things people say.

I don't put a lot about my personal life on my blog. It's not a diary. It's supposed to be about running, racing, and conning every muscle fiber I have to play along. And encouraging someone else that all of this is wicked fun!

But I've received a few comments lately that have pissed the living shit out of me. Such as:

*do you have a job?
*Is everyday like the weekend for you?
*So you have lots of downtime while the kids are in school..right?

 Please keep in mind I have 3 children in elementary school. Before that I worked 2 jobs for most of my life to pay off my 100k college education. I worked as a dishwasher when I was 12. I worked after school in high school. I worked 3, yes 3 jobs during college and maintained a perfect gpa. When my twins were born I hated to leave them. I would wait until 10pm when they were in bed and I'd go to the gym. I'd run. Then wake up at some ungodly hour to 2 screaming babies and do it all again. I still hate to leave them, so I run when they are sleeping most of the time. Blah, blah, blah...

But you know what? This is all irrelevant. It shouldn't matter. I don't pick on my friends that have jobs or any lifestyle that is different from mine. I don't whine that someone else may get to punch out while my job never ends. I don't care if you run in an Alter G and get daily massages.  To each his own! Put on your shoes and let's go for a run!

Who cares!! We all have our own lives. We all make it happen. I love hearing how people cope with life and still manage to train and succeed. There are so many phenomenal people out there that have a balls out training ethic. I admire you.

I would never say or even think anything negative. Some have it worse and some have it better. But that's life. Why can't we all be happy for one another?  Kumbaya?

These questions seem to pop up when my running is going well. Almost insinuating that my athletic achievements are a result of me sitting on my ass all day.  Whether or not I sit on my ass all day or not is no ones business. However, if you would like me to drop my 3 kids off on your doorstep at 7am I can arrange that.

3 kids, 10 kids, 1 job or 5. This is my personality and I will always get the job done. I'm a tough cookie.

Everyone has their own story. We all bond through our love for the sport of running. Live and let live!

Thanks for listening! That ends my rant : )

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Afterthoughts on Boston 2014

Hey guys!

It's never so easy as a high 5 at the finish line for me. I have analyzed and ridiculed my every footstep of that race to try and find my take away lessons. So far, I'm 50/50 on how I feel about my performance. I'm very upset that I didn't get my sub 2:55. Ok, fine, me and 30,000 others it seems. But then again I'm grateful I didn't tank so hard like so many other amazing athletes did. It could have been worse.

I guess this is the problem when you only run 1 marathon a year. It got too hot. I died. End of story. I don't think there was anything I could have done to help me in the later stages of the race. So for that I feel I did my best.

So what is next? I'm not sure yet but my leisurely summer of swimming and biking may be over taken by another stab at marathon training. Maybe. I'm testing the waters and seeing how I feel this week. My first run back was a 10 miler at 7:10 pace and then a 9 miler a little faster. So it appears I may be back at my usual very soon. I took 3 days off. Well, I swam and walked.

I don't want my fitness to go to shit. I want satisfaction at 26.2 this year. I don't want a slow death that still looks spiffy to some. Screw that! I didn't train for spiffy. No way! So I'll keep the wheels turning, both physically and mentally until I figure out my plan for the summer.

Here are some race pics:

My mom and my sister right after I finished.

That smile took everything I had. 
Y'all know the Citgo sign. Mile 25.
In the cab a few hours post race heading to BOS
I found this in a BAA feed. That's my bun!
Day 2. The dog and stairs. Ouch.

I hope you guys are recovering well. Thank you for all the awesome feed back!! Have a great weekend!


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Boston Marathon 2014!!

Hey Guys!

I don't even know where to start! Boston 2014 was quite possibly the most amazing display of humanity ever. Boston pumped love, perseverance, support, empathy every second, all weekend. I have never in my life experienced this type of non-stop caring and selflessness from every single person I bumped into during my entire trip. Everyone wanted to help make the next person smile. It was contagious.  It is one thing to read about it or hear it on the news but the experience was simply amazing. Beyond words, but I will try.

I left home on a flight to Boston kind of freaked out by the incident earlier in the week at the finish line. I couldn't handle it again this year. I couldn't deal with hoaxes either. I was kind of on edge not knowing what to expect. I happen to meet an older gentleman in the airport who was headed home to Boston. We started talking but had to board. Thankfully, he ended up sitting next to me on the plane, by chance. He has lived in Newton for over 40 years and has cheered for the Boston Marathon runners for just as long. In conversation I asked him, "are you afraid, at all?" He emphatically said no. He explained how he would not let fear torture him anymore. This was his city. This was their city. He basically explained the term we all know as Boston Strong. He was a honey badger of sorts. I said, ya know, you're right. I deplaned with a new attitude. 

I arrived Saturday night so that day was gone. I awoke Sunday morning and did my shake out run and showered before leaving for the expo. My coach and I met up and went in to get our bibs, jackets and hopefully leave soon.  That was a fail. 

To pick up your race bib you need your ID. I lost my ID at security in the airport but I had 2 other forms of photo ID. So I asked the lady holding my number to accept an alternative form of identification. She said no loud and clear. She sent me to here:

Long story short. They said: no ID, no bib. My immediate response to this was a complete and total meltdown into hysterical, uncontrollable sobbing. For many of my close friends you all know I don't cry! I later made jokes that I didn't know why water was coming out of my eyes. lol. So anyways, the waterworks didn't sway them. After a few minutes of this the police started to gather as my coach tried to fix the situation with an escalating voice. I said, let's go. We are not getting arrested for crying! I went back to my hotel on another $25 cab ride to hopefully find my ID in my luggage. Luckily, I found it in my laptop case!! I could run now! I took another $25 cab ride back to the expo with my bloated face and dried tears and got my bib. YAY!

My day was planned out pretty well by this point and I had to move along. Next, I had planned to meet my new running BFF from Texas that I met online in a Boston Bound run club. We have motivated each other for 16+ weeks and ran and compared notes on every painstaking mile. We were beyond elated to run Boston during such a special year. Just as I imagined Lisa was so sweet, kind and beautiful on top of being a phenomenal marathon runner with a hardcore training program that I have admired from day 1. : )

By now a few hours had passed and my eyes weren't so puffy. Perfect because it was dinner time with my gorgeous sister and loving mother who probably expended more energy crewing me all weekend than I spent running a marathon. 

After dinner I was ready for bed. I laid out my outfit, gels and shoes and prepared my drop bag. Then passed out…until my 4am alarm. But who the heck cares! It's time to run the Boston Marathon!! Sleep wasn't needed Sunday night. I had enough energy to run 2 marathons, so I thought. lol.

I took a shuttle from the hotel at 5:15 to the Boston Commons to catch the bus to Hopkinton. Pretty smooth. Our bus driver took us to the drop off location for the charity runners accidentally. Normally, that would be alarming but we had 3 hours to spare so it wasn't a big deal. Next up we sat on the grass for 3 hours waiting to be loaded into our corrals. Again, it's all part of Boston. No one really complains.  It was about 41 degrees while I was sitting in the grass but over the next few hours it warmed up. People started stripping down early. I refused to make any negative weather comments at that point because nothing could be changed. This was my race day and I was going to deal.

Okay, now let's talk splits, strategy and focus! My official goal was 2:55 but it really was 2:54 inside. I just couldn't say it out loud. I felt very prepared and confident in my training and fitness. I was going to do this because it's what I trained for. It wasn't a stretch for the shape I was in. 

The gun went off and we started to move. This year I was in corral 4 as opposed to 5 last year. 4 was smoother. People ran! It was all good until the 30K. Then I fought dehydration and the chills on and off till the end. The best way I can describe it from that point on is that I felt like I had woke up hungover on a beach with a sunburn and then someone clapped their hands and said GO, go run a marathon, and now!

 I ran through the hills as the sun stole my energy. I didn't care, I had a gel for that. Around 21-22 people started cramping an getting sick. The sides of the race course were littered with runners cramping and crying. It was hard to look at. People who had elite bibs on their back were running 8 pace. I saw many of my friends trotting along. I always slowed down and said, c'mon let's go! Some people just stared back at me in pain. It was horrible. I wanted everyone to be happy and run well. 

I did okay through Newton and Heartbreak Hill, but I didn't fair so well on all those smaller hills afterwards. At one point I refused to look ahead because I didn't want to see another hill. My splits went in the shitter. My garmin average pace plummeted. But oddly enough, it didn't matter at that point. I didn't do my usual bratty face and stomp home a fail. I kept looking at the crowd. They were willing me and the others with their eyes to keep going. I felt it. I shuffled harder. I saw so many people walking within a mile of the finish. It killed me. I wanted to help. 

By now I wasn't looking at my garmin for sanity reasons. I knew I blew my goal but was still sub 3. I crossed the finish line and almost smashed into a wall of stopped runners heaving, hands on knees 2 feet beyond the second timing mat. It was not a happy joyous time when I initially looked around. People were trashed.

This included me. I didn't realize how badly I hurt until I tried to walk. My legs were shit. I started shivering so badly that medics kept trying to scoop me up. I smiled and tried to will my shivers to stop and said no thank you. Then it got worse. It was obvious I was freezing. I kept refusing help. Then a kind spectator gave me her jacket an her husbands jacket and piled them on me. She would not accept no. It was embarrassing to shiver like that. I just wanted to be normal! 

Keep in mind these events took what seemed like hours. I couldn't find my family. I couldn't do anything useful. I wanted by body back! But I had to go to the loo…..

The loo was an experience in itself. I hope I'm only speaking to marathon runners right now. lol. But I learned that fried quads do not assist in trying to squat over a port a john seat. My dainty squat turned into an ass slam on a nasty dirty port a john seat! I fell. I was appalled and disgusted and even worse, I could not get up off the seat! I wanted to cry and bang on the door for help but decided against that. haha. So I grabbed the pipe that is in the corner of the john and hoisted myself upright. GREAT, but I still needed to pull up my shorts. I have never laughed so hard while in pain and filth, by myself in a john. But in true honey badger style I washed my hands with antibacterial and exited ready for a selfie, like nothing happened. 

So finally, I was reunited with my mom and sister. AKA my 2 new crutches. I was falling apart even worse. I hadn't yet had food or water post race. I think my mom ripped a banana out of a kids hand and gave it to me. It helped. I was starting to come around. We slowly walked to the Commons for my drop bag. Another hour passed. We sat in the sun for about 30 minutes. It was a gorgeous day punctuated with runners on all 4's vomiting throughout the Commons. It was like The Sound of Music meets a scene from the Termintor.

From that point on it was a slow hustle to catch a cab, go to the hotel and then the airport. It ended so abruptly. But I had to get my kids to school in the morning. Life goes on!
my son's class and my sister's class tracking me. So cool!!

It was a whirlwind weekend but of the best type. I can't thank you all enough for every kind word throughout my training and this weekend. I definitely do not exist in a vacuum. Without all my friends and family and all the amazing people I have met along the way this would not have been possible. Thank you!!! 

PS you know I'm praying to the quad gods for a quick recovery. 2:55 or bust is coming next!

Thanks for reading!!
aka your 2:58 Boston Specialist 
(I did 2:58 last year as well)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

A little taper humor on a Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday Everyone!

This is just a quick rant about the emotions involved during a marathon taper. The emotions I cited I would not speak of in my last post because it's been done before. lol. Anyway, I feel like an abnormality. I can't be the only one, right?! Let me explain.

Sunday I ran 13 miles. I had to run in my neighborhood at 5am to get it done early. It was full of cul de sac turns every 400m. I also was messing around with my iPhone trying to stream the London Marathon, while running. I responded to a few FB posts asking if I was going to spectate the local Rock and Roll marathon. I also had a large flashlight because my headlamp broke.

So clearly, it was a slower run. Just like I had wanted. But, as the miles clicked off I became irritated  that I wasn't running faster. Despite the above I kinda wanted my shit-around pace to be my mile race pace.  I chalked it up as a whatever run. Slightly bummed.

Monday came. I did around 7 pace for 9 miles pretty easy. I felt better. I'm not a loser.

Tuesday rolled around and I did 10 with 2 at marathon pace. It was 70 degrees and humid. I didn't give a shit! Somehow today was my ego's day to shine! I was grumbling and whining how slow 6:30's were. I was almost in tears that I could never ever run that slow for 26.2 miles.  Clearly I need to lose the 2:55 dream and kill it by 10 more minutes. And while I'm at it, I'll just run a qualifier! I decided I would alter my race plan to include negative splits on the Newton Hills. I would drop everyone and fly from mile 22 on! It was going to be spectacular!

Wednesday (today) I headed out for 7 miles. The front moved in last night and it was now 35 degrees and the 14 bridges I had to cross were iced. I shuffled across them. There was a 5000mph headwind. Clearly, a great day for an easy run. Objectively, this is an amazing taper. But deep down I want to fight the urge to run 6 flat everyday! Then with every step I analyze my form, attitude, arm swing, foot strike, decision making skills on puddles. Thankfully this run ended in 51 minutes. Complete mental overload.

So, after shaking my head I have vowed to chill out for the next 4 easy runs. No more over analyzing. No more speed walking the grocery store and finding the tangents in the produce section. No more keeping my "bitchy resting face" in full effect to practice my ability to focus. It's done!!

My work is done. I just need to sit my little self down and wait. I'm sure that will go well given I can now live off 2 hours of sleep because I have so much ENERGY!!! No, I think I'm tired.


4 more days. I can do this. We can do this!!!! Thanks for reading!

We all know marathon success all boils down to the pre-race mani/pedi!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

One more week!

Hey oh, oh eh guys!

It's almost time! Can we just fast forward? I really dislike reducing my mileage. That's where I'll end my taper bitching because it's already been done! I just wrapped up an 80 mile week. I don't even feel like I ran. Just when the fun starts it's time to stop. I'm going to chop that almost in HALF this week. So I need to focus on other stuff like:

1. First and foremost: Don't get fat! I say that smiling. I know it's not a huge possibility but still. I'm pretty lean now and would like to stay that way.

2. Pick out something to wear. I'm still not sure. I don't want my usual Nike Pro-combat shorts. I wanted something newer. Something with more give on the upper quad. I may wear a singlet too. We all know that training is 20% and outfit is 80%. ha!

3. I hate to go all jogger on you but I like to have music for some of the race. I need to get a new shuffle and upload my playlist. Over the past few months I've made and added to an iPhone note when I hear a good song. So far:

Sympathy for the devil by the Rolling Stones
Ice cube. It was a good day.
Coolio: 1234
Pitbull: timber
Beastie boys: no sleep till Brooklyn
Tone loc: funky cold medina
Fat Joe/nelly: get it poppin
Akinyele: put it in ur mouth
Nate dogg/Warren G: regulate
LL: around the way girl
Outkast: rosa Parks
Slick Rick: hey young world
Run-DMC: walk this way
Biggie: mo money mo problems
EPMD: strictly business
GNR: you could be mine
2 unlimited: get ready for this
Biggy: hypnotize
Eminem: shake that
N2Deep: back to the hotel
KRS-One: step into a world
Alecia Keys: No One
NIN: closer
Will Smith: get jiggy wit it

4. Get my Boston manicure. I always do something special for my races. I need to look cool blowing snot rockets. Actually, I'm more of a wiper. 

I think that's about it. I am beyond stoked to be in a position where nail color is my main concern. I've never rolled up to a race with such solid training behind me, no injuries and a shit loads of miles. 

A few months ago I was absolutely bouncing off walls at my 6 min paced tempos. I'm still doing them but I could give a shit. The novelty has worn off. I'm proud, yes but I'm not impressing myself anymore. I like to walk away from a good effort feeling giddy, not complacent. For my next marathon I want 5:50-5:55 tempos. I've done all I can do for this build up. No matter what happens I have no regrets. My take away is that I can handle high mileage and do pretty well. This is great because I fricken love to run!

Some guys will drop me by 10 minutes in Boston and have peaked at 70 miles. I wouldn't trade. I prefer the daily distance. 

icing in the Neuse River after a hard run.

So in addition to all of this I will make an effort to review my running logs and pull out information that will considerably boost my ego. lol. I did a quick review of 2013/2014 milage from Jan 1 to Boston.

2013: 1132 miles in the 3.5 months
2014 : 1435 miles in the same time frame.

So more good running this year. Oh, also after months of being torn between the Kinvara 4 and the Boston 4 I decided on the BOSTON!! I figured the heel would assist in the downhill pounding.

Well, I got up at 4am today to watch the London Marathon live. Mo??? and poor Dibaba on the bottle drop. UGH! I tried to stream it while I ran at 5:15am but it wasn't working out. I'm going to nap and watch the parts I missed. I hope you guys have a stress free final taper week or crush it if you're not there yet!

Over and out!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Rollin' strong: my first week of 108 miles!

Yo, yo, my OG's!

T-3 weeks!!! Holla!!!

Even though I don't do a 3 week taper I still feel the magic from everyone else's taper. The collective sigh that WE made it here, healthy. It's the next phase of training, a change. Today felt different when I woke up. Maybe it was the 22 miler from yesterday actually..haha.

So just a quick training update. Last week was my all time, lifetime, highest week ever. 108! And I'm super freaking proud to say it correlated with my fastest speed workout to date. 2x15 minutes at a hair under 6 flat and then a hair over. With 4 in-between miles. I usually fail this workout on the second fast part but not this year!

My long run was probably like yours. Muddy, windy, wet and disgusting. I added in 1414 feet of elevation (at 7:05 avg pace) towards the end to really throw my ego in the shitter! A very tough run. Mainly because of the wet shoes and mud. It felt like I stepped in dog shit the size of Clifford's and couldn't shake it off my shoes. Crazy.

But health wise I'm in great shape. No injuries.  I took a risk with this buildup and it agreed with me. I still have to run the friggen marathon to see how well it worked but at least the 2000 miles since December have been a dream.


These are pics from my long run. The first time I've seen mud IN my shoes.

Here are some random pictures of my training week:

Sophie, The Official Sock Darner of my Boston Marathon 2014 training! XO
Also, my fancy bike pacer for my doubles.

I hope you guys are doing well. I appreciate all your kind comments and ohhh and ahhhh each one. We'll have to meet up in athlete's village for a group high 5! Let the countdown continue!! Happy tapering guys!!


Monday, March 24, 2014

Another 100 mile week down

Hey guys!

I hope everyone is kicking ass out there or if you're like me, cutting back on the sulking from a bad race. Haha.

I just wanted to give a quick update on my training. After my horrible Half Marathon last weekend I decided it was best to X it out of my mind and move forward. Onward! So back to work. I did 100 miles last week. My 2 workouts were perfect! I was/am so happy. I really needed to not feel like a piece of worthless overtrained crap. So that picked up my spirits.

My tempo was 6 miles inside of 15. The 6 were done at 6:09 pace. Insert happy face!

Then my long run was 19 miles on hills. I had to start in the dark on back country roads solo. To a 100 pound girl who watches Mystery Detectives obsessively THAT run started out scary!
My splits were:
Avg 7 flat. 50 degrees, 100% humidity, no water, 1 gel. I didn't have any instructions on this run. I figured if I behaved long enough I could drop the hammer towards the end. I was stoked to have expended minimal effort. Even running the last mile fast was easy. As my friend Ice Cube says: It Was A Good Day!!
Post long run and couldn't figure out a pose…lol

This week I am peaking out my mileage at 105. I'll probably just add a double. My long run is 22 miles.  This will be my highest mileage week EVA! Hell, why not? I've worked hard to get here! I've done 2 months at 95 and 2 100 mile weeks. I don't know if it's coincidence or what but the 2 100's had the fastest tempo's and best long runs. Hopefully this will tire me out so taper isn't such a struggle. Let's not go there yet!

Well, that was a total brag fest. I'm sorry. lol! T-29 days!!!

Party on guys!


Monday, March 17, 2014

Wrightsville Beach Half Marathon Race Report

 Happy Monday Everyone!

It seems like the whole world raced a half marathon yesterday. I wasn't so sure I had it in me. But I ended up doing Wrightsville. I love the race. I love the people, the town. It's always a great race, even on days like yesterday when I totally tanked it. Tank as in worse than a training run. UGH!

I wish I could say: I failed because of X. But I can't because it's not so simple, at least to me. But after much thought I think it was a combo of:

*My 10th (or around there) 95 mile week. Actually, I taper down to 91 by skipping a double. I really thought it would make a difference.
*Running my easy runs slightly sub 7 in the week prior.
*Being too cocky and thinking I could do it all.
*Giving up at mile 1 because it wasn't what I wanted.

In all fairness, I have been able to kill my tempo workouts all winter. I show up, put my fast shoes on and my legs move. So, I figured I would put the damn flats on and I would go.  Wrong-o!

Let me rewind, because the set up for this race is so excellent that is makes the fail almost delicious!
Legendary Olympian Frank Shorter

I pretty much decided last minute to commit to this race. So I had to hurry to the expo and get my stuff. I knew Frank Shorter was going to be there so I was excited to meet such a legend. He was really cool though. I stood in line and waited. It was almost my turn and I realized I had no idea what I was going to say! Awkward!! I ended up shaking his hand like 3x and gushing over his glory, reciting his races. To which he was like, tell me about you. I'm thinking, who gives a shit! Let's talk more about you!

So he gave me advice on Boston. He actually said trying to PR in WB was a bad idea. That I should save it for Boston. Ugh, not what I expected. But overall, a great experience and cool guy.

While in line I met another runner. We talked for a while. He then said he was the local sports writer for the Sun Newspaper. He asked if he could use me in his Frank Shorter Article. I said yes, after reflecting on all the dorky things I just said. But so cool to be in an article with a legend and my local friend

Dawn also hustled to make it to the expo and just barely caught Frank on his way out the door. Afterwards Dawn and I gushed over meeting Frank. Shortly after, the Sports Writer for The Sun, Dan found us and asked us some more questions for his article. Very cool! Raleigh represents!!
click here for full article

 So I left the expo and I see that Frank changed into shorts and headed out for a run. I had to get all stalkerish and get his pic. I saw him later and told him he was a beast. He chuckled.

Fast Forward to race morning. I had a 4 am wake up to make it to the buses by 6am for a 6:45am start. Not too bad. That went very smoothly. Then I hung out at the starting area for about 30 minutes pre-race and saw some old friends, chit chatted with Frank again and met Melissa. A super cool blog follower who recognized me. We chit chatted. Then someone asked me if I was "the elite" doing the half. They were referring to Laurie Knowles I believe but it was such an awesome question to receive! My ego thanks you repeatedly!

Next the gun goes off. It was a slow start. My first mile was 6:20ish. I was horrified. My first mile in this race is always 6:10ish. My second mile was even slower. I was beside myself. I thought I would click of 6:18's in my sleep. Then suddenly, I coped an attitude and said screw this. I ran the remainder of the race at marathon pace. It wasn't hard. It required zero thought. I figured if I feel like it, I would negative split it. That time came and I was still clicking off 6:35's. My legs wouldn't go. They didn't die.  They just never had it. And in the back of my mind I hear Frank Shorter saying, "don't kill WB, save it for Boston!" My final time was 1:27:23. But honestly, it didn't matter. Meh.

One of my favorite parts of this race is seeing the runners who started at 6:15am working so hard at their slower pace. I love cheering them. I see their fight and tenacity and it inspires me.

So, I finished. I saw the rolling results. I noticed I was first Master. 8th female. 44th overall. 1800 finishers in the half. Quite possibly my worst effort ever. Initially, I was pissed at myself. But later on I took solace in the fact that I ran marathon pace, or slightly faster, for a half. I feel I could have done that for a full.  If this was a regular Sunday I would have been happy.

Afterwards I saw Dawn. She ran nearly 8 minutes faster than expected for the full while looking like she just finished shooting for French Vogue. Go Dawn!! All my friends did well. I left and finished to get 20 miles for the day. Marathon training must push on!

So with that I shrug it off and move on. 5 weeks until Boston! The show must go on!

Thanks for reading!!

Friday, March 14, 2014

A marathoner's rendition of: Sympathy For the Devil by The Rolling Stones

Hi guys!!

Some runners have deep thoughts while running. They contemplate life's issues. Fair enough. I do too. However, today during miles 11-12 I was listening to the Rolling Stones: Sympathy For The Devil and this popped in my head. I immediately wrote it down. I think it's hilarious and awesome. It's more less my journey through running.

Laura's Version of:
The Rolling Stones
Sympathy For The Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a runner that's raced and paced
I've been around for a long, long year 
Stole many a man's goal and face
And I was 'round before the TAF'ies disbanded
I saw their moments of greatness and pain
Made damn sure that I crept on them
No matter what their name

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around Raleigh
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed off the 5k
My coach screamed in vain
I ran more, held an age group rank
I said I can do more

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I plan to run with glee
And pass many for 26.2
I want the announcer to shout out
"who the hell is that?!"
When after all
It was just little 'ol me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm vying to kick some ass
And I laid out the workouts 
To beat those who give up before they reach 30k

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
 is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But's what's confusing you?
Is it that I have a 19:20 5k?
Just as every troll can whine
And all the winners elate
Just call me determined
Cause I don't need any restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy for my aching calves
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your ego to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo woo!
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, woo-woo
Oh, woo-woo
Oh, woo-woo…

I hope that was amusing to someone else but me, lol. Have a great weekend!!

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Shit is off the Fan!

This is referencing my last post about the shit hitting the fan.  I took last sunday off when my ankle swelled up from a shoe injury.  Usually when I go out, I go out BIG. I break my leg, twice in the same bone. I rip my tendons off. Stuff like that. So a 1-day'er was nice.

I'm not fully out of the woods as I have residual swelling that is annoying. Most runners wouldn't notice it but I do. It's getting better daily. RICE all day, every day post run. It doesn't effect my run other than scare me that I could make it worse. If I have good music I usually forget about it.

So, last week I ran 95 miles. It was a very hard week of really hard wind, big hills, ice storms, hard rain/sleet etc.
Yes, I just doubled in freezing rain but it's also the same stuff I wear everyday. Help, fashion police!

This looks almost peaceful. WRONG, it was hell!

So by the time my long run came around I was a zombie. I had about 90 minutes of marathon pace scheduled inside of a 19 miler. I did an hour at 6:40 pace and then dropped to 7:15's for the remainder. I had nothing left. Oddly enough, it didn't really bother me too much after.

I have to give BROOKS some props. I emailed them about my injury resulting from the Pure Flow 3's. I asked for my money back or a pair of Launch's. Within 24 hours they responded and asked what color Launch I would like. I had them the next day. Very nice. Thank you Brooks. I'll quit MF'ing you to all of cyberspace. : )

So back to the grind. 6 weeks left! That's about all I really want to do. I'm getting tired of being tired. I'm tired of eating so much. I'm tired of all the Run Forest jokes. Just roll me down Hopkinton at 2:55 pace please! But guaranteed I'll be pissed that I'm too sore to run on April 22, 2014. ARG!

Coming up soon I have to decide on my outfit for Boston!! I have a few ideas. (okay, I've been collecting stuff for 5 months, lol) I'll do a virtual fashion show! It's the best part of training!! Finally!!

I hope you guys are doing well!

Later Taters!!


Sunday, March 2, 2014

If I'm typing on a Sunday morning then the shit hit the fan!

Good Morning Dears!!

I'll preface this to say that I'm a little irritable today. This is because I'm typing and NOT running! But I feel I need to share my experience. I'll categorize this as a non running injury. In retrospect I feel like an idiot.

So, about 6 months ago I was a Wear Tester for the Brooks Pure Flow 3. I LOVE the original. Hated the 2. So I was excited that the prototype was more like the PF1. I gave a very lengthy review back to Brooks and asked them PLEASE to stop doing the "side tongue." No one likes it. It's ridiculous.

Well, they didn't listen. I put on my new shoe and immediately unlaced the first 3 lace holes before tying them. I felt the tongue was too stiff and too close to the very front of my ankle. So by unlacing them I could push the tongue away. I wore them for a week like that. I loved the shoe otherwise. But I hated that my foot was cold where it was unlaced and I figured I broke them in enough so I laced them back up.


Then I ran 15 miles. The tongue jabbed my left ankle and made a welt. I really didn't think much of it. I wore them again the next day for 10 miles. The welt turned to a sore bruise. Then, like an idiot, I wore them for 20 miles. My ankle was now hurting. I took them off and cut out the tongue. I thought I solved the problem.

Well, too little too late. I had upset my anterior tibialias tendon. It's that thin layer right under your skin where the tongue hits. Well that's the part that blew up on my leg.

So yesterday I am looking at my cankle in disbelief. I iced, I RICE'd, I kept my foot on the ceiling, I risked liver damage to keep ibuprofen, Voltaren and arnica flowing thickly in my blood. Nothing worked.

It's now been a full day of this. The swelling is almost gone but there is a small nodule of inflammation where the tendon meets the muscle. I'm waiting for that to go away before running. A great benefit of being skinny is that I can see my tendon and everything that is going on.

So hopefully the remainder of the swelling will VACATE the building today or tomorrow. I wrote Brooks on their "defective shoe form" link. So now I'll ice and bitch all day. : )

This is unreal though! I would almost expect any other injury than this..ARG!!!

I guess I'll do do core all day. This stinks!! I'll keep you posted!!


Friday, February 28, 2014

100 miles and running!!

This was a post run selfie after a very nice run. lol

Hey Guys!!

I am seriously slacking on updates. I'm sorry!! I've hit a bazillion milestones that I never thought I'd hit. I'm so happy with my training. There is no looking back! So far:

*I did 6 weeks at 95 miles
*I am on my second week of 100 miles.
*During the first 100 mile week I had my fastest tempo of my life with half ass effort. Its always nice to not be a drooling heathen and actually remember some of this good stuff. It was also a 10k pr.

This training is definitely pushing the envelope. I've never done mileage this high. Speed this fast. Or so many doubles. I told myself I'd pull back the mileage if I couldn't perform well. So far, it's working. I will probably dip down a little before my half marathon in 2 weeks.

This level of training is almost not physical training, per se. It's pure mental dedication. The body will go. It's my mind I'm training. There is no:

*I don't feel like running
*I'll wait for the storm to pass
*I'm too tired
*My tummy hurts
*I can't do that double

For me it's more like:

*You are either in or you're out (a la Heidi Klum Project Runway) lol
*You run in the storm, or on the ice because it makes you tougher.
*eat a gel if you're tired and go to bed on time.
*plan accordingly for everything
*You may have to pend a manicure to get a double in or run laps around a Food Lion at dusk like I do 3x a week. Because it fits my schedule.

There are no mediocre training thoughts allowed near me. I hear people say I'll just bust my ass. To that I say DELETE.  I rather give 100% and find my limit then to hover under my potential. It's all about finding that fine line. Pushing my limits. If I wanted to do another 2:58 I could schlep out the same stuff as last year. That's not exciting for me. I want more power! I want more. I have more. Yes, it's risky. But HELLO that's half the fun!! Game on!

We have 7 weeks and change until Boston. 7 weeks of fun left. I enjoy the training much more than the race. The race is one run. I prefer the 1000's of miles preceding. I'd love a PR but seriously the daily stuff rocks. I know I say this a lot, lol.

I used to list my garmin links for you. Nice and neatly. But I have too many. It's a pain. I'll list the 2 main workouts. My speed workout and my long run. Everything else is pretty much 7:15 pace.

My last 2 weeks of speed were: 3, 2 and 1 mile at 6:15 pace. 1 mile in-between at a low 7.
My second was a 40 minute tempo. I did it on a track alone. So kinda cheating. But it is what it is.

My long runs have been 18-20 milers. Most have lots of marathon pace or faster. i.e. 6:30 pace for 10-12 miles. Some are 7:15 pace and drop the hammer during the last hour or so. This is by far my favorite run of the week.

My diet is still sugar free, high protein and lots of freaking food. LOTS. Eating is a big part of training. Sometimes I'll look in the mirror and freak out that I'm too skinny. I will hustle to the fridge and eat regardless if I'm hungry or not. Feed the machine!!

I'm still doing core 7 days a week. I do it as soon as I wake up. 400-450 exercises with a 10lb medicine ball on some. It's enjoyable and stretches me out before the run.
I don't love this..I feel too thin here..but it's easy to run with less I've noticed.

I know a lot of runner's keep their training private. I'm like a freaking volcano! I put it all out there. Always in the hopes that someone learns from my mistakes or my successes. I received this comment the other week and it made almost cry!!
 .... I haven't blogged about it yet but wanted to share with you that after I started adding volume (50 mile weeks) and more plant based eating I set a 10 minute PR (3:46) at the Myrtle Beach Marathon on Saturday. Totally blaming your 95 mile weeks for inspiring that.

HOLLA!!! That is what it's all about!! Thank you guys for reading!! I actually have to go do a double : )

Happy Running!!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Go Big or Go Home!

Hey Guys!!

That whole thing about exercise giving you energy must be true. I ran almost 19 miles today, on a Thursday and I'm not tired. It could be related to the double espresso I had at 4pm to knock out a pm workout though. lol.

Between that and reading every Mo Farrah quote I swear I'm pumped for every run, every day. I won't mention my Flotrack addiction.

So here we are 10 weeks out from Boston. I am in deep! There is no looking back. I have no fear. I love it. In past race build ups I have focused too much on the what ifs'. I had doubts. I refuse to toe the line knowing I didn't give everything.  It is going down!!!!

Now, I am gunning for my best. I am so focused and intent on painting the best training picture I can. I want to enjoy my marathon. And kick some ass. I take my easy runs very seriously. I have nailed some faster stuff that I've never done before. It is so exciting!

Here are some training details.

I'm in my 3rd week of 95 miles.

Here's my last week or so…

1/26 Sunday 15 miles. middle 5 at 6:20-6:30's pace.

Sunday: 20 miles. 12 at 7:15 pace and descended the last 8 to 6:32
Monday: 10 easy 7:40 pace
Tuesday: 14 in the am sub 7 descending to 6:32 again lol. 4 in the evening at 8 pace
Wednesday: 12 easy 7:25 pace
Thursday: 12 in the morning at 7:18 pace. 6.5 at night. 5X1 around 6:12 pace. Goal was 6:20. Blew that.

Here are some pics:

Snow in the south isn't fun

Say hello to my little friend: a loaf of bread. Eat one, don't be one!

This happens


love this!

Carbs on carbs

I have some funnier stuff I need to work into a post. I'll check in later on. Have a great weekend of running!!


Saturday, January 18, 2014

a quick photo update of my week.

Hi Guys!!

Do you guys ever feel like this during marathon training: Half the time you feel like you have a 24 endorphin drip set on high. Then, in the blink of an eye, dead as a door nail. Crap on your shoe, good for nothing. It's bizarre but definitely keeps you on your toes! Let me know if this happens to you!!!

I had an okay 5x5 min fartlek workout. Added some fire to get the mood right.

Then the next day, instead of feeling sore I ran even faster. With minimal effort. 10 miles at about 6:35 pace. I felt like my mind was along for the ride and my body just went.

This lead to a string of ridiculous selfies

no explanation.

Then I couldn't move for 12 hours. Exhausted.

But then Friday I did a 14 miler at 7:06 pace in the am and an easy 7:50 paced 4 miler at night. I figured that would seal the deal and 18 would leave me catatonic on the couch for the weekend. I went to bed dying to see how I would wake up.

Well I woke up today and did another sub 7 paced 10 miler. (6:57). I felt like Queen of the world. No fatigue. 

Tomorrow is my long run. I'm dying to see how that goes down. My legs are in a phase of turning over faster for easier runs. I need to work on getting the faster stuff sub 6 and then I'm golden. 

That's all….lol..have a great long run!!