Fifteen Miles

I did it. It hurt like hell, but I did it. The first 12 miles were actually OK. I started really slow and stayed pretty slow. I ran 4 and walked 1. I really enjoyed about 12 or 13 miles of it. It is a beautiful day AND I have a new running skirt and visor!

I stopped by my favorite running store in the universe yesterday, Runners Roost in Lakewood, for a visor. I got the visor, but I also got the very cutest running skirt and I ordered a shirt to go with it, but will have to wait until next week to get it. If I had one drop of energy, I would take a picture of this cute skirt, but frankly, I don't know how I am going to get up the stairs to eat something and take a bath - followed by a nap!

As I hobbled to my car to drive home today, I couldn't help but wonder how I could possibly run 11.2 more miles than this. Maybe my attitude will improve once I don't stink... we shall see.

Moving right along

Well, kind of. I have told people at work that I am NEVER going to train for another big race. Do you know what they have the nerve to do? Laugh. Yes, Laugh.

I am slated to run 15 miles on Saturday. I have never run more than 13.1 at one time in my life. I know that at the end of 13.1 miles, I have never once said "Gee, I wish I had two more miles to run!" But I will attempt this on Saturday.

Prior to training for a half marathon though - I had never run more than 7 miles. So, maybe there is a way I can do this.

And here is the other thing: weight. I am LOATHE to write about it. But I know that running would be so much easier if I weighed 10 lbs. less. So I am doing a very sensible eating plan and losing a bit of weight. I lost 4.4 lbs. in the last month. I hope to lose another 4 or 5 this month.

I never want to be a thin woman. That is just not who I am. I have been thin in the past, and it requires that I don't eat much. I really like to cook and I really like to eat. AND I really don't want osteoporosis.

The irony? Like most "dieters" who have been dieting all their lives, I could write books on what to eat and how to eat it. It doesn't matter what I KNOW. And I swear to you, Dieting does not work as a permanent plan to keep weight off. The best solution I have ever found was running. But my weight inched up a bit last year and I need to lose it. And I will.

And now I am going to watch American Idol. Last year when my son was in Iraq, I started watching anything where the war wasn't likely to come up and AI definitely qualified! Well, I love that show. And I love little David Archuleta. Last night I actually picked up my phone and voted for him! I have never done that before. I was so freaked out that Michael Johns got eliminated last week. With all those bland blonde women left, I couldn't believe they got to stay and MJ had to leave! And I really can't believe I am blogging about American Idol!

10 Miles on a Sunday Morning

But the picture is from yesterday. I had my granddaughters all day. Among other things, like shopping and going out for lunch, we went to my favorite park and played. What a joy it is to be a grandmother.

Except when you are trying to run 10 miles. Just kidding. The ten miles was fine this morning. I incorporated huge hills into this run. I feel good about it.

Except for my little temper tantrum. I wasted at least 4 ounces of water squirting it at a parked car with a bunch of asinine anti-war bumper stickers. Sometimes I wish I carried around stick-it notes to put on cars like that. "you can thank my son later for protecting your right to be a (insert favorite obscenity here, I know which one I like) idiot." yeah, stuff like that. "Bikes not bombs" was one of the most compelling stickers. Yeah, bikes will do an excellent job against people hell-bent on destroying us. Good plan.

Sorry if I have offended anyone. I am not usually flag waving in-your-face... but that car really peeved me.

But I regretted the waste of water later. Jeez. I really must learn to control myself.

Friday Night

I took my running clothes to work today, thinking I would change into them at lunch or some other time and take an hour's break to run.  It friggin' snowed on and off all day, and I didn't ever get around to running.

Tomorrow I have my two granddaughters all day!  I am so excited about this.  No running for nana tomorrow.

Sunday I will take my "long" run.  It won't be as long as my run last week.  Next weekend I will attempt 15 miles.  I ran into a guy at the race expo last Saturday who recommended that I add 2 miles every other weekend.  I don't know.  

I think being 56 years old and trying to train for a first marathon takes a lot of, shall we say, cojones.  Maybe coupled with a shortage of brains.  

The bad thing about a new computer?  All of my photos are on my old computer.  I am used to pulling up thousands of photos to post any old time I feel like it.  I have only about 20 photos on this baby so far.  I will get more, trust me... I will.

Have a great weekend everyone.  And good luck to everyone who is racing.

Tuesday after a Sunday Half

Maybe tomorrow I will crash, I don't know.  I feel great about my race on Sunday.  I learned some stuff... like to slow down in the first miles.  Like I probably could run a good 10K right now.  Like it is OK to finish last in a race - not that I would really care to repeat the experience. 

I failed to mention something on Sunday.  There was one woman behind me.  But she never finished.  And I even knew her.  Imagine my surprise in the first mile when she looked at me and said "Mary?"  "Knitting Mary?"  Some people call me that because I knit a LOT.  I didn't recognize her with her sunglasses and running gear, but when she told me her name, I knew who she was.  A casual acquaintance.  But she never finished the race.  

So I was 800/800.  But some people didn't finish.  And like some of you reminded me, most people never started.  It is OK.  

The race course was really wonderful because it started in a small suburban downtown, and then after 2 miles or so, hit the bike trail that runs along the river.  The majority of the race runs along the river on the trail.  So I enjoyed that.  By the time it was in central Denver, the course left the bike trail and went up an extremely unfairly placed hill and then back down into a cool 'hood in Denver.  

BUT, I remembered that the very first blog entry I ever made - in 2004, was bitching about middle-aged men on bicycles.  I was training for a tri, and therefore was on the bike trails a lot.  I noticed that these overweight guys in spandex on bikes are incredibly aggressive and angry.  A few of them buzzed me on the trail as I was running along, alone, on Sunday.  I don't know why they have to act like that.   Anyway, back in 2004, it bothered me enough to start a whole blog about it - I later deleted it.  The guys in the pool irritated me similarly... the overweight guys who get out of the hot tub long enough to beat the shit out of the water and swim one or two lengths of the pool before getting out of the pool totally out of breath, but victorious because they swim FAST!

OK I will knock it off now.  I hope I am not offending anyone, because I don't mean you guys who are really training for something and then really participating in something.   Really.  

Facing Fears

I faced a racing fear today.  

The fear of:

Finishing last.

I did it!

And I did it with a smile on my face!

I knew right from the get go that there were three of us competing for the honor of finishing last. Unfortunately, I got a tremendous burst of energy for the first 9 miles and ran those miles faster than I have ever run in recent history.  As I was running, I was thinking, Mary, slow down, you are going to pay for this later in the race - but I felt FABULOUS!  I knew that I would slow down after 9 miles, but I thought I would slow down, not virtually stop!

By the time I finished, I was moaning I was in so much pain.  My calves felt like two hard as rock knots of pain.  My hips were screaming.  I could feel the hooks from my bra digging into my back (and I have a GREAT sports bra), I could feel chafing under my arms.  I could feel stress on my toenails.  And, I felt like I was going to vomit.  And maybe pass out.  And I couldn't help but wonder how on earth I can do a marathon if I am dying during a half.  I will have to reappraise this after I recover from this race.  

The race finished at a restaurant where they had burgers and brats - a few of my favorite things - and I couldn't even eat.  I got to my car miraculously, and stopped on my way home at the kwickee mart and got some Powerade and saltines.  yummmy.   

Here is what was wonderful about the race.

1.  the first 9 miles were great!  The course is great, and the day is perfect for running.

2.  the people were fabulous.  

3.  the volunteers stayed to man the aid stations even though I was running alone... last.

4.  the volunteers kept the finish chute open past the 3 hour limit (I finished in 3:08)

5.  Rosemarie - she stuck with me for the last couple of miles and that really, really helped.

6. My friend Donna who encouraged me to do this race and treated me like I just won a world record!

The kindness of strangers is always a revelation to me.  Thank you to all the nice volunteers and all of the nice runners - who are at every race... not just this one.   I know some of you are reading this right now.  Thank you

Now I am going to go soak and then take a nap!

Decisions

Well, I bought my new computer last night.  I really like it.  I can't wait til I get my wireless router so that I can be really wireless... for now I am hooked up to my old modem.    So I have this computer in my dining room - while my old computer awaits its move downstairs.

Today I registered for the Platte River Half Marathon which is tomorrow.    I figure if I can run 10, I can run 13.1.  I think it will be fun as long as I forget about my ego.  If I start thinking I "should" run faster or be thinner or be younger, I will not enjoy myself.  However, if I go as I am, to have the best time I can, I think I will enjoy it.

I haven't figured out what I am wearing yet.  It is in the mid 60s now, and tomorrow is expected to be pretty much the same.  So I need to suddenly wear warm weather clothing.  It is hard to make that change, but I am sure I will be glad I did when I am running comfortably in light clothing.

Wish me good luck!