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Sunday, January 22, 2012
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
My alarm went off at the ungodly hour of 4am, after a sleepless night.
We rode the L down to the shuttles, and then took shuttles to the race start. We arrived at the start around 6:00am, with plenty of time to check gear, get stretched out by a PT and use the porties.
Katie and I eagerly followed the 2 hour pacers to our corral, and waited for the gun. I felt like s fish out of water. I have ran my fair share of races, but never anything this large and this thick.
I expected the first few miles to be thick with people, but eventually would thin out like all other races. In retrospect, I think the sheer volume of entrants gave me anxiety. There were people literally everywhere.
Around mile 4, I got really nauseated and goose bumpy. I urged Katie to enjoy her first half, while I fought stomach issues. I got my stuff together, and tried to make up for time lost. Katie and I were clocking 8:40s and 9s, and I was hoping to finish in under 2 hours.
The next few miles are kinda blurry. It is a VERY fast course. I will take this time to mention that I have secretly been ignoring some pain in my ACL. Spare my the lecture, I know.
It was around mile 8, where the pain in my right knee became nearly unbearable. It'd amazing what you can push through, because I hadn't really noticed that I wasnt really weight bearing and relying on my left leg. My hip flexors started barking in my left leg from the added weight.
At mile 8, is also where I realized that if I was struggling this much in a half that a full in a month is probably not the best idea ever. So my eyes swelled with tears, as I tossed back shot block after shot block trying to get enough energy to finish.
The volunteers, aid stations, spectators and organization were all absolutely amazing. It was a glorious race course along the lake coast, a beautiful day and just awesome. It just wasn't my day.
At the end of the day, I finished the Chicago Half Marathon but I can't help but be disappointed. How often do I get opportunities like that? Like never, and I was underperformed. I feel like I choked, or my body let me down. Then I was like hum WAIT...YOU FINISHED THE CHICAGO HALF MARATHON!!
Sooo yeah it might not be the best ides to:
1. Run a half marathon while still on antibiotics
2. Ignore ACL pain
3. Mentally defeat yourself
But running is a learning experience, and I had an amazing trip and spent good times with amazing people who I love, so how can I be sad about that?
Monday, September 12, 2011
And I am exhausted. Like seriously exhausted. Ok, ok. Where do I start?
Friday night, Logan and I left for Chicago at 7PM and road tripped up there. A whopping 9 hours later, we arrived. In case you can't do math, we arrived around 3:30AM.
I bet reading that just made you tired, huh? Well we are just getting started. Saturday morning, started like every Saturday morning should: Bacon Cinnamon Roll. Yes, puhhhleaseee.
Lemme back track a bit here, my besties live in Chicago and they planned this whole thing. Katie, Molly and I were in a band, kinda, but that's a whole notha post. We all went to grade school with Mikey, who also met us and would race with us....and eventually kick our butts.
They live in Wrigleyville, so Logan was in awe of one of America's original stadiums.
Then it was time to make our way down to packet pick up. I was so excited to ride the L, but apparently I am the only one who gets stoked about public transportation.
Pick up was at Navy Pier, and very well organized. A+ work Chicago. We had to work out transportation, buy some socks and gels.
By this time, we'd worked up a mean appetite. Introducing Lux Bar, as Katie describes it: "Fancy Bar Food" and yup! Good. Best truffle fries evarrrr. Carbs are acceptable before a race. Don't judge me.
Obviously there was some shopping and then more eating. But that is enough for today.
When was your last road trip?
Have you ever been to a BAD packet pick up?
Do you use public transit?
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
I need to recap this race for you, and I want to do it the best way possible. The only way I can think of is to break it down mile by mile for you. So, as I sit here nakey at my desk since I just got home from the gym and refuse to shower, I will do just that.
Mile -1: Gun time for this race is at 7:30, so I planned to get there at 6 am. Learning from my mistakes from last year and at the KC Marathon, I knew to avoid the popular bottleneck highway exit and I knew to avoid trying to park in their lot. I parked exactly where I did for the KC Marathon, walked a mile to the KC REGAP booth. Everything was going according to plan. I was nervous and excited. I LOVE this race. Only draw back: it was 85 degrees at 7am and you could cut the humidity with a knife.
Mile 1: Gun time was really weird, they narrowed the corrals too much and all the runners couldn't fit next to their pace groups. So I just kinda said "whatever" and mooshed in, even though I run better with a pace group and I so longed for a PR. Less the never, I started. The first half mile is a gradual incline, followed immediately by a nice downhill. At the end of the mile, was our first aid station sponsored by my good friends at KC Running Company.9:29
Mile 2: This is the mile that starts the namesake of the road race. You split up McGee and begin a climb that goes one for blocks. There's a very steep blatant in your face hill at 2.2 and then once you get to the top, you don't recover because it's a gradual incline over the next mile. I then realized I needed to pee and was feeling really crummy due to the heat-I srsly thought about taking the 5k turn off. 10:07
Mile 3: Our next aid station was right around mile 3.3, and I had to use the porties and bad. I jumped in and out. Finally, race organizers that understand the importance of porties and frequency. I burst open my portie door and felt like a new woman, I gulped some hotorade and made up for some lost time...in a big way. 10:21.
Mile 4: A breeze. I rocked out some Shakira, flattest mile of the course. 9:16
Mile 5: The 10k turn around was right before the mile marker, and I slightly envied them because it was only getting hotter. There's a monster mountain in this mile, you veer a little to the right and go up a hill that takes you right to Nelson Atkins Museum. It was AMAZING that they put an aid station smack dab in the middle of this baby. I walk through the stations, so it was nice to walk through sprinklers. 9:58
Mile 6: Around this time I settled in with the 2:15 pace group, and knew I wasn't going to PR. I GU'ed the first time, soaked up the sprinkler stations and anxiously awaited the 10k check in. Until I saw a girl my age receiving CPR. Seriously? AAAHHH. She was bagged and everything, and it freaked me out. She looked to be in better shape than me too, but just laid there limp. I really hope she's ok, so far I haven't heard anything. I stopped and walked for about two minutes after that. 11:23
Mile 7: Pretty quick mile, but started to experience GI upset. Toddler sized hill up the back end. 10:45
Mile 8: One of my favorite miles, it runs down Meyer Blvd, the street I grew up on. I ran by my grade school and the house I lived in. This mile always has a lot of spectators too, which is always nice. Middle of the mile was a wonderful aid station double sprinklers that made me feel like a rockstar, and porties-thank god. A longer wait at this one, but I was over caring about time. I ambitiously jumped into a free john and made the HORRID mistake of looking into the well. WHY OF WHY DID I DO THIS?!?! Instant vom. I meagerly exited, washed out my mouth with water and pushed on. 10:19
Mile 9: Someone gave me some ice during this mile. It rocked. 9:54
Mile 10: Finally, mental relief. For some reason at mile 10, I always go Ha, you only have a 5k left. That unfortunately is still quite a bit of mileage. After an aid station where I selfishly grabbed one too many hotorades, I started feeling that hot burpy feeling. Ya know when you drink too fast while running? Vomit count: 2. 12:35
Mile 11: I resigned to walking a lot during this mile. You know that feeling where you know you've pushed something just about as far as it could go? Yeah, I was passed that point. There's a long incline in this hill. I call it the MANEATER. It's kinda sad to watch people attempt to run this and at some point everyone of my skill level walks it. It was the same last year. Its at this point in the race where you are with the people you will finish with. Everyone is doing that passing dance, when you push to run and pass someone and then have to walk, so the person you passed can pass you now because they pushed to run. 13:44
Mile 12: Glory. Starting this mile was slow,because I was walking. I got momentum though. Toward the end of this mile my high school cheer squad was on the course, I freaked out. STA! CLASS OF 06! I zoomed by cheering, and got a little misty. 11:55
Mile 13.1: At this point, you can see the finish and it's down hill. I was sprinting and as I was getting closer I saw the light. My legs were bricks, I was running so heavy. My form was awful, but I pushed so hard. I always want to cry at a finish line, that's what people do when they are proud. I can never cry. Not even tears of joy. 1:05
It felt like 94 degrees at the finish, but there were ice cold towels and some B.A. medals.
I really really really love this race. It's so miserable. I can't wait until 2012.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
So as you all know, I had intended my next full marathon to the Olathe or OZ Marathon this April. I had ideas of grandeur...but SHOCKER! never had the time to train...or the balls. You decide. I don't really care.
But it's a tradition race so I had to run it. Can something be a tradition if you've only done it once? I think so. Anywhoo, last year a bunch of internerd gal pals planned to run the various distances and do a Weight Watcher Boardie Meet and Greet. Unfortunately, plans fell through and tires bitches and prevented us from all meeting, we missed you MeaMea. This year, 2011, was going to be OUR year. Meagan was on board, and had roped in Becky. We were all set, and I was so stoked. Fate stood in our way again in 2011. You don't need to tell TBB that family comes first, and that's where your e-running buddies needed to be that weekend.
We begin every race weekend with a carbalicious dinner out. Last year, we went to Sweet Tomatoes this year we maxed at the Olive Garden, or the affectionately named "OG." I am proud to announce I had eight bread sticks.
The next morning, Megan made her way to mi casa and we were off. We arrived out at the garmin head quarters-which bee tee dubs is starting to feel like home with all the races I do out there. The second we got out of my car, we were miserable it was thirty something degrees and there was a whipping wind that made it hard to see, let alone walk.
By gun time, Megan and I were already to go home and crawl back into a cozy bed. Not that should be any surprise to anyone...that I wanted to go back to bed. The gun went off and so did we. Straight into the wind. We ran for four miles with a headwind that did not let up. My headphones we so loud to counteract the roar.
After four miles, we turned right and it broke the wind for half a mile until we turned left again and we were back into the wind. The front eight miles were all the same, Megan jokes that the front half of this course gets lost. You literally run loops in parking lots and feel like you are going no where and BAM! you're halfway done.
Finally around mile eight is when we entered the residential miles and the houses were blocking the wind. Suddenly my ipod was SO LOUD and I could feel the sweat down my face. Each drop stung because my pores were so widen open and chapped from the wind.
There were so many funny costumes because it was Wizard of Oz themed, but no one cared. Everyone was miserable. I have never been in such a miserable race. Usually there's a rapport between runners, people will chat or shoot the wind. But all anyone wanted to so was literally shoot the wind.
We ghosted the second we were finished. We didn't grab food, the basically had to force us to even take water. All we wanted to do was leave. We stayed long enough to snap our finish line photo.
...and as ALWAYS it was time for us to repay our massive caloric debt. Our creditor was First Watch. I was in some weird I NEED TO BE HEALTHY kick and ordered eggs, barf. They weren't good, I wanted pancakes. I don't know what was wrong with me. We ate, but were just so drained. The restaurant was busy, but the wind was so deafening that it seemed quiet. Oh, and we were freezing. All I wanted was to get into a hotttttt shower.
Which ultimately I did, and that's how the story ends.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Last week, my faithful racing partner and I trekked the brutally epic Topeka to Auburn Half Marathon.
You guys can probably guess, I'm not really in any shape to be racing-let alone running a half. Details, right? I woke up yesterday, already stiff. Never a good sign, that you are SORE before the race. Why? It's cold, I have a bad mattress-I'm old. Pick your answer. I stretched a little, drank some coffee and then drove the hour and some change to Topeka, Kansas.
My road trip there, I thought about last year. Last year's race, was my second half marathon and my first time meeting and running with Megan. My ever-so-faithful madre, drove me last year and followed us through the course. We drove the course together, and we only got to mile six and I was nauseated by the course. Last year, I walked through the fairlawn mall severely intimidated by the stature of the runners. Last year, at the finish line Megan and I SWORE we'd never be back.
This year, I followed the same path. I stopped at the same McDonald's to use the restroom. I parked in the same spot. Megan and I met in essentially the same place. The race has an afternoon start, due the weather and them trying to take advantage of the warmest part of the day. So at 10:58, we lined up for our 11:00 start. This race is seriously small. I think last year there were 200ish people, and this year 280ish. I don't know the best way to describe the race, but for whatever it's worth Megan and I are usually middle of the pack runners, just about average for the course-but at TtoA, we come in close to last.
Imagine the hilliest course of your life, and then you'll have Urish road-the mile 5-8 stretch. Imagine the slickest, most compacted slushy snow, and then you'll have 100% of the course. Image the most unstable, unlevel dirt and gravel road, and then you'll have miles 10-12. Imagine the hardest, most grueling course and the coldest winter winds and you'll have the Topeka to Auburn Half Marathon.
This year, even though we are in way better shape was equally as hard as last year. The first few miles are always the hardest, but I was so stiff and my shoes weren't tied right, my legs were cramping. It's kind of a blur now since, it's been over a week-but I still remember the misery. Miles 1-5, I always ask myself WHY? but miles 6-12, I know.
Something magical was the fact that we crossed the finish line at the EXACT SAME TIME as last year, pretty much down to the second. Crazy right? Our finish line photos were ruined by this douche that asked us to drag him the finish line, and then edged us out in the last second. Rude.
We finished up, ate some FREE pancakes-one of the many perks of this race. Then I drove him. The drive home was brutal, almost as hard as the race.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Miles 7-9: This is when things started getting pretty tough, but just when Emily was ready to throw up we saw our Mommmm! She's magnificent, ain't she? Always there just when we need her. I tossed her my shirt, and Emily stopped and hugged her. This was on a giant uphill that lied and said was the worst hill of the course. This stint is a square of roads, you turn right and go up turn right again go uphill, turn right and go uphill and finally turn right but go down hill. Logan was at mile 9 with Goliath. There was an aid station right before we met them, and the volunteers were like "dude that dog is REALLY going crazy now!!" hah, it's because he could see us! Logan jogged along with us, I got to run a little with G. We got on that downhill, and got a second wind.