Looking At Gift Horses In The Mouth

"I've had a bad day,

I'm gonna laugh about it

And I'll be fine, I'm gonna be all right

I'm hanging on today

And nothing's gonna stop me anyway"

-Hanging On, Cheyenne Kimball

Dear body: Can we please stop screwing around here and just start working properly so that we can, like, run a marathon and stuff?

When the Running Spot gave each of the training group members an ice pack as one of our "perks" this season, I didn't think I'd be getting much use out of it. In fact, I kind of laughed when I got it, thinking that it's a horrible "gift" to give a bunch of runners who could potentially injure themselves. What are they trying to do, jinx us? Anyway, I popped it in the freezer and didn't give it another thought. Unfortunately, I had to get it out of the freezer a few weeks ago when I suffered a minor calf strain in Zumba class two days before my 16-mile run. Icing the calf helped a lot, and along with some rest and wrapping it in an ace bandage, it didn't bother me at all during the run.

Well... I had to get the ice pack out of the freezer again last night. This time, it's my lower back. A couple of different factors are to blame here: First, I've been hitting the gym hard the past few weeks, and on Monday I just increased the amount of weight I have on the bar for deadlifts, deadrows, etc. On Tuesday (before my group run) I took an abs class and not only did we do some exercises that were really taxing on the lower back (planks, obliques side-crunches, etc.), but by the time we started running, my legs were a little shaky. So, at about a 1/2 mile in, I hit a rut in the street, and while I didn't hurt myself during the little stumble, it was just enough to majorly tweak out my back. I was hoping the pain would work itself out, but by mile 2 I was still hurting. As I stopped to stretch and debate about whether or not to go on, I saw Coach Joe. I told him what happened and told him I thought I could run the mile back to the store, and he agreed I should just go ahead and cut the run short, so that's what I did.

So, the Running Spot ice pack came back out of the freezer last night and after a really uncomfortable night of sleep last night, I'm icing it again today whilst sitting in my cubicle. I've tweaked this same spot in my lower back several times before, and I know that it takes about 2-3 days to fully recover. However the timing isn't so great, due to the 18-miler I'm scheduled to do on Saturday. My hope is that a few days of rest (and ice) will make me good as new for the big run.

Stupid Running Spot and your stupid "perks" ... if they give us crutches next year, I'm going to run the other way!

Keep Me Where The Light Is

"Let go of your heart

Let go of your head

and feel it now..."

-Babylon, David Gray

I feel sorry for people who don't get to feel the world the way I do. Sometimes running for me isn't just exercise, it's an experience. There's an indescribable beauty in being 4 miles into a 16-mile run watching the sun coming up over the horizon, casting its golden rays all along the bend in the Ohio River. On my iPod, John Mayer's "Gravity" plays, and I get to my favorite part: "Just keep me where the light is." As I plod along Riverside Drive, the reflected sunlight dances as it hits the waves on the river and at that moment I realize there's no place else I'd rather be.

I've been telling people that I am running a marathon again for two reasons: 1.) to get attention and 2.) to have a legitimate reason to whine. Joking aside, the moments like I experienced on Saturday's 16-mile run are really why it never crossed my mind not to run the marathon again this year. There are definitely times where I miss not going out on Friday nights, and times where I'd really like to go home from work at night and relax instead of going to the gym for 2 hours, but those sacrifices are more than worth it when I can bask in the sunlight on a Saturday morning.

Unfortunately, the 16 miles this week weren't all spent gazing over the horizon. It was a tough run--more mentally than physically. As veteran runners of the Pig know, the most grueling part of the race is the last 4 miles down Eastern Avenue. The route is flat, but seeing the city in the distance and watching as it never seems to get any closer, is quite an obstacle (especially if you're hittng the dreaded wall somewhere around mile 20-22). For the run last Saturday, the coaches at the Running Spot had us going all the way up Eastern, through Mt. Lookout, then all the way back down Eastern. Their reasoning for doing this (other than sheer torture) was to help get us past the mental obstacle so that on race day, we can focus on the physical, i.e., why don't my legs want to move anymore?

I got through the 16-miler with no problem, and am looking forward to the down-week this week and doing the Heart Mini on Sunday. I'm hoping for better weather this year-- it was cold, rainy and all together yucky last year. I'm also finally going to start joining the Running Spot group on Tuesday evenings as well, now that the time has changed and we no longer would be running in the dark (which I refuse to do). Looking ahead to April, there should only be 2 more up weeks: an 18-miler and a 20-miler. Now that the weather is becoming more agreeable, and I'm getting stronger and more comfortable with the hills and the distance, I'm really starting to look forward to and visulize race day. 40 more days...

No Turning Back Now

"And no matter how you feel
It's what you do that matters
This is your moment to be strong
Today's your day, it's on!"

-It's On, Superchick

As of today, I'm officially signed up. According to the Flying Pig Marathon website, in 53 Days,12Hrs, 53 Mins, and 20 Secs from now, I'll be at the starting line again.

Okay, so panic is setting in a little bit. Two things are making me feel this way: 1.) The training program with Meters & Miles last year was much further along with mileage at this point than the training program that I'm following this year with the Ronckers program and 2.) I'm still 10 pounds over my pre-marathon weight last year. A friend put it into perspective for me this weekend when she said, "That's like carrying a bowling ball." While I don't have any intention of hauling excess weight for 26.2 miles, on the other hand I can't seem to stop myself from eating lots and lots of ice cream. It doesn't help that I moved within 2 miles of a Cold Stone store and I have a little card they punch each time I go in, and I'm oh-so-close to earning a free ice cream. Yep, I'm in a frequent ice cream-eater's club. This is NOT good.

Panic aside, I know this month's workout schedule should make it fairly easy to shed pounds (regardless of how many bowls, er, uh...pints of ice cream I eat), so I'm starting to worry a little bit less about that. And I am trying to keep in mind that the lack of mileage to this point is probably actually a good thing. Last year I did my 20-mile run a full month before the race since the schedule allowed for the more advanced runners in our group to do TWO 20-milers. While I ended up having a good race, the lull between the peak of training and race day made me feel really antsy. So, this year's schedule should actually be a vast improvement on my nerves once it comes down to the final few weeks of workouts. Still, when I hear about other runners well into the high teens in mileage already, it makes me feel like the frightened little kid in grade school who just realized she forgot to do her homework last night.

Last week was a down week, so I got a little bit of time to recover from the ghastly 13-miler from the week before and refocus. With a much more positive attitude, I was able to get in some very good workouts last week. For our Saturday group run, the Ronckers group did the Strides of March 10K. One of our coaches, Rod, told me it might be a fun goal to see if I can beat my Thanksgiving Day race time. Although I really am not too focused on time, getting faster is a good gauge that my level of fitness is improving. I was able to improve my time from Turkey Day by nearly a whole minute, which definitely gave me a little boost of confidence.

Furthermore, I did 3 workouts Saturday: We did a warm-up run of nearly a mile to get over to the start line from Newport, then I ran a mile cool-down afterward, to put me at just about 8 miles for the day. Then I did a Pilates class afterward and an hour-long walk later that afternoon. On Sunday morning, I did the O'Bryon's 5K race and had one of my best 5K times ever. So, with all of that, I'm feeling a lot more prepared for the race, fitness-wise. This week is an "up" week, so my improved fitness level will come in handy as we tackle 15 miles. And what do I think about all of this? I say: "Bring it on!"

Being Extraordinary

"If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me, or treat me mean

I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine."

-Extraordinary Machine, Fiona Apple

I've always been someone for whom ordinary isn't good enough. When I was in my teens and 20s, I had a lot of things in my life that made me stand out in the crowd. My little successes--from my academic and athletic achievements in high school and college to landing a good job (then losing that job and landing a better one)--were important at the time, but it wasn't long into my mid-twenties that I realized my greatest victories in life were being won at a flip-cup table.

By 30, I still had a lot of things about me that I was proud of accomplishing. I had a job that I was good at and was well-compensated for showing up to every day. But no one hangs a medal around your neck for fixing the server or creating a fine-looking product spec sheet. I was good at my job, I had great friends and a wonderful family, but I didn't have anything that made me extraordinary.

And then one day, for whatever reason, I decided that I wanted to be extraordinary again. So, here I am, 110 pounds lighter than what I used to be, and 2 months into training for my second full marathon. And it feels great.

However, being extraordinary comes with a price. I've found that I need to stay focused and positive in order to believe in myself enough to conquer 26.2 miles again. The training is grueling at times, and when I most need it lately, some of the people upon whom I thought I could rely to make this process easier aren't doing so. I'm sure no one means to make it harder on me, but nevertheless they have.

I had my first mental breakdown of the training season during last Saturday's run. The run was absolutely brutal--the route covered 13 miles of 5 different snow-covered bridges and several daunting hills, including the much-feared Glibert Avenue hill up into Eden Park. I came to a point during the run where I knew I had it in me physically to complete the run, but I was just so down on myself that mentally I couldn't push through it and ended up walking some of it. This was the first time in a long time that I felt defeated. (And not at all extraordinary.)

I completed the run with my head held high, but I know it wouldn't take much more to defeat me. So, moving forward, my plan is to train as hard mentally as I do physically. Which means that along with all the evenings at the gym, I'm going to choose to spend my time right now with the people in my life who are going to be positive influences on my training.

Also, I will try to blog more... it definitely helps me stay focused. :-)