tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43556950792167242642024-03-19T00:33:20.196-07:00Ingrid, 24/7Thoughts, ramblings, musings from me, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-84327040147305196982012-04-10T06:00:00.006-07:002012-04-10T14:20:35.569-07:00The Evolution of a Runner - Part IVIn October of 2001, my brother and good friend from college both got married (not to each other!) Looking at pictures from those weddings, I realized all the eating and drinking and falling in love had resulted in more than a few extra pounds. That fall I had also had to buy a whole new wardrobe in the largest size I had ever worn. <span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; ">So, I made a New Year's resolution in January of 2002 to start exercising and lose some weight. </span><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Al (the "runner" I met at new employee orientation, who is now my husband) took me to the Ford gym and got me all set up. I can't believe it took me four years to set foot in a gym I had free access to. I had never set foot in any gym, though. I think I was a bit intimidated by the idea. We started going a few nights a week after work. Mostly, I did the stair master or the stationary bike. Then, in February</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">, I saw a flyer on a table at the gym for an indoor triathlon in Toledo, OH. </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I had secretly always wanted to do a triathlon. I had long enjoyed biking as a way to get my body moving, explore new places, clear my head. I had been a lifeguard and swimming instructor in high school. Then I started swimming a couple times a week in college as a way to relax and unwind. I hadn't swum since graduating and I was never a fast or strong swimmer, but I was a confident swimmer. And I knew I could run. This particular triathlon sounded perfect. It was about 12 weeks away. It was indoors. The distances were very reasonable, much shorter even than a sprint triathlon. Transitions would not be timed. I was sure I would be able to get in shape enough to do it. I knew having a goal like that would force me to keep up my resolution. So I signed up!</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">[An aside: As it turned out, signing up for that triathlon was a major turning point in my life. From that moment on, exercise and healthy eating have been a regular part of my life. I backed way off on my exercise routine after my girls were born, for about a year each time. And I did little exercise other than some yoga and walking while pregnant with my second. But I had laid down a great foundation that made it easy to get back in shape when I was ready and able to resume working out and training. That triathlon was the first of many races I have done over the last 10 years.]</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">I had already been riding the stationary bike, so I felt pretty good about where I was at with biking. I kept riding at the gym. I'm not sure if I ever rode outside before the triathlon. The ride was going to be inside on a trainer. I do remember that I realized just a few days before the triathlon that I had a 10-year-old bike (a Schwinn Criss Cross--which I still ride, incidentally. It's the bike I pull the bike trailer with. It has been a great bike) that had not been maintained at all in those 10 years. I think it still had the knobby tires it came with. So I took it to a bike shop to get tuned up and get road tires put on it.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">I looked into places I could swim and started swimming at a pool in an Ann Arbor elementary school a couple nights a week.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">It wasn't really warm enough to run outside yet, at least not in any clothing I had. I was very intimated by the treadmills at the gym. So I started running on the indoor track at the Ford gym. The Ford gym was pretty nice, but it was not big. This track was something like 1/12 of a mile or maybe even less. I know I had to run many, many laps to get a decent length workout.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">The day of the triathlon arrived. I was nervous and excited. I loaded up my bike and headed to Toledo. It was not a very big event. Most of the participants were from the northwest Ohio triathlon scene and seemed to know each other. My bike frame and wheels were too big for the trainer, so I had to ride someone else's bike with this weird U-shaped saddle. I'm pretty sure I came in last in every event. But I had a great time! I was so proud of myself for registering and following through with my training! And just from talking to people, I learned a lot about triathlon. The organizers told me I should sign up for the "real" triathlon they were putting on in August. I couldn't wait.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Relevant to my story about considering myself a runner is a conversation I had with a guy at the indoor triathlon. We were standing around, waiting to start the run (which was on an indoor track.) This guy was asking me if I had ever done a triathlon and telling me his story, how he used to be a runner, but it was damaging his knees. On his doctor's recommendation he switched to triathlons. Then he asked me, "So what are you?" I looked blankly at him and said, "What do you mean?" He said, "Well, most people who do triathlons start out as swimmers, bikers or runners" then went on to describe characteristics of each. Still looking confused, I'm sure, I said, "Oh...well...I'm not any of those. That's why </span><b style="font-size: 100%; ">I</b><span style="font-size: 100%; "> wanted to do a triathlon."</span></div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-28882143321426201352012-04-09T14:10:00.004-07:002012-04-10T05:59:43.051-07:00The Evolution of a Runner - Part IIIAfter college, I moved to Ann Arbor and found myself with a lot of free time on my hands. I got home from work around 4, which left me with a good 6 hours to fill before bedtime. But, no, this is not when I took up running. I took up watching movies. A lot of movies. I could often catch the last matinee-price movie at the big new theater near my apartment if I went straight there after work. I also rented several movies a week, trying to work my way through the AFI 100. <div><br /></div><div>This new hobby, coupled with sitting at a desk all day when my body had been used to walking all over campus, left me feeling very lethargic. So, when the weather started to warm up (I had moved to Michigan in the beginning of January 1998, so this was maybe April) I decided I was going to take up running. I went to Foot Locker and bought a pair of very snazzy Nike's with purple and lime green trim (which was the only factor in my footwear decision.) I also bought a matching <span style="font-size: 100%; ">t-shirt</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> and </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">shorts</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">. And I started running a couple miles now and then. It was a great way to get to know the back roads around my neighborhood.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I had run some very small number of times (1-3?) when I started new employee orientation. And I sat next to this guy, who it turned out also lived in Ann Arbor. He asked me if I ran. I answered with an enthusiastic "Yes!" Things could have turned out badly had he been a hard core runner. Fortunately for me, he was a runner of approximately my caliber. Now, neither of us can remember whether we actually went running together. I'm pretty sure we did. It was a convenient excuse to get together after work without committing to real dates. But apparently it didn't take us long to realize neither of us was really a runner and there were many other things we enjoyed doing together. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">We may have run on occasion over the next four years. It's kind of hazy now. I know we spent a lot more time playing Guns N Roses pinball at Pinball Pete's (an amazing arcade), eating and drinking at the many various bars and restaurants around AA and falling in love.</span></div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-33826099711877475512012-04-09T13:30:00.002-07:002012-04-09T14:09:48.875-07:00The Evolution of a Runner - Part IIAfter my failed high school track experience, I'm pretty sure I did not run again-not for exercise anyway-until my freshman year of college. Early in my freshman year, one of my first college friends somehow convinced me to get up and run with him 2-3 mornings a week. I do not remember how this came about. But I distinctly remember peeling myself out of bed at some ungodly (particularly for a college student who didn't have class before 11:30) hour and running through Rolla with him. He would run over from his dorm on the other side of campus, calling me before he left, at which point I would either get up, get dressed and go meet him or tell him he was on his own. Then we would run this winding route through town, about a mile, turn around and come back. I would go back to bed until my 11:30 class. I don't recall how long this ritual lasted, maybe until it got really cold. He went off on a co-op the next semester and, despite remaining good friends, we never ran together again, that I can recall. In fact, I don't think I ever ran again while I was in college. I had a few other friends who were runners, people who would just go out and run, for fun. I remember being perplexed by that. They weren't on the track team, though they all were in high school. They weren't being chased. Many times they were running alone. Weird.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-34242846105023092032012-04-06T05:47:00.004-07:002012-04-09T08:52:31.534-07:00The Evolution of a Runner - Part I<div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Note: This was going to be one short post about how I will now admit that I'm a runner. But in writing it, it took on a life of its own. So now it is a series of posts (or maybe </span>just<span style="font-size: 100%;"> two posts, who knows?) about my journey from non-runner to runner.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">OK, so I mentioned in a previous post that I don't really consider myself a runner. I realize, of course, that this is absurd. I run an awful lot for someone who is not a runner. On my long run last weekend, I was trying to figure out how it could be that I don't consider myself a runner. Largely, I think it goes back to my one season stint on the track team in high school. My junior year I decided to go out for track. I had spent the previous summer, post break-up with my first boyfriend, going for long bike rides and lifting weights, a picture of Linda Hamilton circa Terminator 2 on my bedroom wall for inspiration. I decided I was so ripped I would be an awesome shot putter and discus thrower. (Stop laughing!!) Needless to say, that did not work out as planned. I didn't have a plan B. The other field events were out. I figured running couldn't be too hard. Everybody can run, right? I knew I wasn't a sprinter, so I started out at 800m. And came in well behind everyone else. The coach suggested I try longer distances, so I tried 1600m. With similar results. I don't remember if I ever ran 3200m. Possibly. Whatever distances I ran, I do know I always came in last. Except one race where I came in second to last. My teammates were always encouraging, but it was very humbling. Obviously, I was not a runner.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-25350897127998957192012-04-01T16:36:00.005-07:002012-04-04T20:34:45.139-07:00GPSOK, so this morning, before going out on my 11 miler, I dug around and found the arm band for my old iPod. I managed to fit my iPhone in it, so I downloaded the Nike+ GPS app and gave it a try. I was a little hesitant about wearing this big thing on my arm for the first time (well, I had worn it with my iPod on the treadmill back in the day) on a longer run. But, while I have never really felt unsafe out running by myself, I had gotten used to carrying my cell phone last summer and feel safer with it on longer runs. So safety overruled possible discomfort. <div><br /></div><div>I have to say, I really liked it. I had been going back and forth since last summer about getting some kind of GPS watch or other device to use while running. Ultimately, I just wasn't sure I wanted or needed to know my exact pace at any given moment through my run. I mapped out my runs online and wore a watch to time myself. I could figure out my average pace and that was good enough. It probably still is good enough, but for $1.99 (the cost of the app), it's pretty cool to have a little voice telling me what my time and average pace is at each mile. I kept a pretty steady pace for the first half of my run, but when I started backing off a bit I knew it and got back on pace. The app has way more functionality than I need. I don't need to broadcast to everyone on Facebook when, where, how far and how fast I'm running. I don't need people to send me "cheers." I don't need to play tag or race anyone. I haven't even begun to learn all the things I can do with my data if I sync up to the Nike website.</div><div><br /></div><div>The couple of downsides were 1) I couldn't easily see or reach the iPhone to pause it at stop lights. I wore my watch also and paused that when I stopped, but then I forgot to stop it when I finished. I can try adjusting my arm band to see if I can get the iPhone in a better orientation. 2) A couple of times I was kind of zoning out and "the voice" startled me, but I'll probably get used to that. A couple other times I think it startled people around me. I don't listen to music when I run outside and I'm not going to wear headphones just for this, so "the voice" is audible to anyone close by. There's probably a way to turn it off, but even with my phone on silent she spoke out loud. Plus, that would kind of defeat the purpose.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll probably keep using it on long runs for sure and maybe on shorter ones, too. It would be a nice way to log all my miles. I had started using the Daily Mile website at the beginning of the year, but I kept forgetting to enter my workouts.</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-51668078908553659952012-03-30T10:41:00.003-07:002012-03-30T11:24:30.962-07:00MappingBecause I have not yet joined the 21st century when it comes to running technology and don't have a GPS watch or a GPS running app on my iPhone, if I want to know how far I've gone on a run I have to go old school and map it out online. I had been using the USA Track and Field site, but it's very labor intensive. You have to zoom way in and manually map the route, eyeballing it. A friend told me about gmap pedometer, which automatically follows walking/running paths. It is much faster and easier to map a run. But...I think it overestimates distances. I noticed this summer when I first started using it that a run I mapped at about 8.5 miles on the USATF site was about 9.5 miles on gmap. The straight-line calculations the USATF site uses would make routes map out shorter than they really are, but by a whole mile on an 8-9 mile route? <div><br /></div><div>The last couple of runs I have done, if gmap is to be believed, I have run at a blistering (for me) pace. Today I ran a 3.9 mile route in 30 minutes, a 7:45 pace. I know I've dropped my pace by quite a bit over the past year with some changes to my stride and form, plus just a lot of running. And I was running faster than usual. This was the shortest run I've done in a long time and I was kind of in a hurry to finish it, get home and get on with my day. I hit a trail crossing that I usually pass at about 15:00 to 15:30 at 14:15. But I have a really hard time believing I ran a 7:45 pace. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm tempted to get the Nike+GPS iPhone app and see how it compares. But then I would need to carry my iPhone on runs. Running is about the only time my iPhone isn't within arms reach. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not even really sure why it matters to me. All I can come up with is that running sub-8 minute miles on a training run might do what running two marathons, two half marathons, countless other races and 1000s of training miles haven't: make me consider myself a runner. </div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-46665089577326019852012-03-02T14:00:00.001-08:002012-03-02T14:07:33.979-08:00Things that make you go "Hmmmm"<span>Several weeks ago Al and I wrote letters to our congressional representatives. We wrote one letter to each, but both Al and I signed it. We have now gotten responses from all three of them. However, only one of them responded to me as well as Al. The other two made no mention of me in their responses. I find that interesting. Even more interesting to me, the one who responded to me is a woman, the other two are men.</span>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-77885701864689601322011-12-10T05:42:00.001-08:002011-12-10T05:42:02.124-08:00Photo Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AZtGTlo0aOGLko&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AZtGTlo0aOGIA/0AZtGTlo0aOGIOLA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1323524495000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Whimsical Wishing Tree Christmas</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Browse our <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of Christmas card designs.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-64853982189339243552011-10-02T17:57:00.000-07:002011-10-03T15:34:07.261-07:00Race Report - Twin Cities MarathonWell, I did it! After nearly 7 months of training, the Twin Cities Marathon is complete. I had an awesome run and a really fun time.<div><br /></div><div>First, a big shout out to all my friends and family who came out to cheer along the way. You gave me so much energy. I loved seeing and hearing you out on the course. It means so much to me to have such wonderful friends. A special thanks to Al who went above and beyond in supporting me yesterday and throughout my training.</div><div><br /></div><div>On to the race...</div><div>The official start time was 8 a.m. We got to the Metrodome (or rather Mall of America Field, though no one calls it that and every time I see it written I can't figure out where they're talking about) around 7:20. We went into the Dome to use the restroom, but the line was so long we decided to take our chances with the porta-potties. I'm not sure the lines were any better. We got in line a little after 7:30 and barely made it to our starting corral by 8. But we did make it. It was a little chilly. We had decided to drop our warm clothes in a bag at the start rather than deal with shedding it later. We stood there for 5 minutes with goose bumps and teeth chattering. Slowly we made our way to the start, along with the several thousand other people in our corral. Eventually, we got to the start line. And we were off!</div><div><br /></div><div>The first couple miles were cold and crowded. We picked our way along the outside trying to get into some open space and with people running our same pace. I lost sight of Gina within the first few minutes. I didn't feel like I was running particularly fast, but when I got to the first mile marker I looked at my watch and it read 8:32. I was planning/hoping to run 9 minute 20 second miles for a 4 hour 4 minute finish. I thought I better hold back a bit. I did not hold back as much as I thought I did. When I got to mile 2, my watch read 17:00. Somewhere between miles 2 and 3, I saw my friend Vickie. Nice to see a familiar face early in the race. I kept going at what felt like a comfortable pace, checking my watch only at mile markers. (I vowed going into the race to only look at my watch at mile markers. It's too easy to get obsessed with checking it and disheartened when less time has passed than you think.) I was consistently hitting 8:30 miles. I knew it was unlikely I could keep that pace up for the whole race, but I decided to just go with it. I was feeling really good.</div><div><br /></div><div>After mile 6, we headed down from Lake Calhoun toward Lake Harriet. I knew I'd be seeing Al and the girls soon. I drained the bottle of electrolyte drink I had so I could swap it out when I saw them. As I came up a little hill and around the bend to head around Lake Harriet, I saw them. I stopped for a few seconds to say hi and grab my water, drink mix and an extra Gu, then got back on the road. The road narrowed at that spot and people had to slow down a little which gave me time to mix my drink. I had planned to have people give me a bottle of water and a packet of drink mix so I could decide in the moment if I wanted water or electrolyte drink. Once I got started, though, I realized I was going to want my drink mix in the bottles from family and friends and I would grab water at the water stops if I wanted water. It's not easy to take the top off a water bottle, open a packet of drink mix and pour it in while running. The first time I spilled a lot of water and drink powder. Then I forgot to make sure the valve was closed before shaking it and sprayed the girl next to me with raspberry electrolyte drink.</div><div><br /></div><div>About a half mile later, I saw some family friends. I tried to soak in the excitement of seeing everyone between miles 6 and 7 knowing it would be 8 miles before I saw anyone else I knew. From Lake Harriet, we headed over to Lake Nokomis, the site of the YWCA triathlon in August. It was kind of fun to run the roads I had biked for the triathlon. That stretch from mile 7 to mile 13 was probably the toughest mentally for me. The scenery wasn't all that exciting. I didn't have any fans. By about mile 10 or 11, my lightning pace started to catch up with me. I could tell I was slowing down. The mile markers felt further apart and people were passing me. Around mile 12, I was really starting to feel run down. It was getting warmer and that stretch was pretty sunny. Crossing the halfway point was a huge mental hurdle. And apparently I relaxed a lot. My 14th mile, at 10:00, was my slowest of the first 20. When I saw my time I picked it up a bit. And then I saw my friend Anne who had another water bottle, drink packet, more Gu and TONS of enthusiasm for me. Anne C., THANK YOU! This is the second race in three weeks you've been there with cheers and encouragement exactly when I needed it most and pulled me out of my mid-race funk! You are awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div>Re-energized, I continued on down Minnehaha Parkway. I maintained about a 9:30-9:45 pace right up to and through the Franklin Street Bridge and mile 19. I was still feeling really good at that point. Much better than I felt 19 miles into our 20 mile training run. Having already run one marathon, I never really had any doubt that I would finish this one. But hitting mile 19 and crossing the bridge, I knew I was going to do it. I was in the home stretch. Just 7 miles to go!</div><div><br /></div><div>Three hours into the race, I got to mile 20. I still thought I might be able to hit my 4:04 goal. I'd just need to run 10 minute miles. Then I came to "The Wall." When I ran the Detroit marathon, I got to mile 20 feeling pretty good and immediately understood what runners mean when they talk about hitting the wall. Had it not been for someone standing on the corner blaring "Born to Run" I would have had a hard time going on. This time, I still felt strong. But they have this enormous inflatable "wall" at mile 20. It might as well have been a real brick wall. Mentally, it was so hard to look at that thing and not feel beat down. And it's at the bottom of a hill that doesn't end until mile 23. That's right, a THREE MILE hill after we've run 20 miles. (Okay, it's mostly flat from 20.5 to 21.5, BUT STILL.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Just after mile 19, my right calf started to cramp a little. Mildly uncomfortable, but not a big deal. Until we started climbing. The hill is pretty gradual for the first mile or so, but gets steep near the top. As I worked my way up, my calf just got tighter and tighter. A lot of people were walking up the hill. I was afraid once I started walking I wouldn't be able to run again. Plus, the hill lasts longer if you're walking. So I just put my head down and kept going. As the steepest part of the climb was ending, I heard someone yell, "Ingrid!" I looked up and saw my sister-in-law, Jamie, and my mom. I stopped briefly for a swig from the water bottle I had given them. I knew then that I was almost to mile 22. The next mile would still be uphill, but not nearly as steep. In fact, I don't even remember that mile being uphill; it's only in looking at the elevation map that I can see that it was. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once we turned on to Summit Avenue and hit mile 22, I got pretty excited. We were SO CLOSE! I had pretty much lost any chance to hit my goal time on that hill. I felt like I had lots of energy left, but my legs felt like lead. I just couldn't make them go any faster. I put any thoughts of my finishing time behind me and focused on having a good time. The fans along Summit made it easy to have fun. Both sides of the road were packed with cheering spectators. There were little kids to high five, signs to read, people pressing in from both sides. Between miles 22 and 25 I saw several people I knew, Anne C. and her dad again, my mom's cousin, Bev, and my friends Katie and Deb. I had a huge smile on my face along that whole stretch. Then came the last mile.</div><div><br /></div><div>The last mile seems like it should be a piece of cake. I mean, after 25 miles, what's 1 more? But as we rounded the bend and headed down to the capitol, it looked so far away. I tried to keep focused, keep smiling, but sometimes I dropped my head and had repeat, "Left, right, left, right..." It didn't help that there were many fewer people along that mile than the previous three. I think it's a tough place to get to. And people who are that close to the end want to be at the finish line. Finally, I got to mile 26 and was staring down at the finish line when I felt a blister on the side of my right foot rip open (or so I thought.) I limped the last quarter mile, wincing with each step. But I made it! I crossed the finish line, smile back on my face. </div><div><br /></div><div>The feelings of pride and accomplishment crossing that finish line are indescribable. I felt awesome! I grabbed as much food as I could carry and started eating immediately. I was STARVING. My stomach had been growling since about mile 22.</div><div><br /></div><div>My official time was 4:12:43. I'm very happy with that. You can see my full results <a href="http://www.mtecresults.com/runner/show?rid=24973&race=507">here</a> and watch how my pace nose dived. I don't think I would change how I ran it. I'm not at all sure that I would have been able to run any faster after that hill had I held back for the first half.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last, but certainly not least, big congratulations to my running buddy, Gina! This was an incredible journey. I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else. I know you've heard it a lot, but you are truly AMAZING!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks again to everyone who has supported me over the past months. I am so fortunately to have such wonderful family and friends!!</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-83482294318313265632011-10-01T11:12:00.000-07:002011-10-01T13:47:50.714-07:00T-minus 16.25 hours and countingI know my faithful readers are all anxious to hear how my ankle is doing and how I'm feeling with the start time of the Twin Cities Marathon less than 24 hours away!<div><br /></div><div>My ankle is doing much better. This week of lots of rest and short little runs has been good for it. This morning, for the first time since the trail race, it didn't hurt at all. Until I carried Izzy around for over an hour at the kids' races this morning, then walked around the race expo. I could feel it swelling up a little. It seems better now. Keeping my fingers crossed that it feels good in the morning and holds up through the race.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went to the race expo and packet pick up this morning. It's always fun to walk through the expo. One of my favorite booths was One More Mile. They have hats and shirts with fun running slogans on them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Among my favorites:</div><div>This isn't sweat; it's liquid awesome!</div><div>Sorry, Honey, not tonight...I have a long run in the morning.</div><div>If you see me collapse, pause my Garmin.</div><div>You don't have to go fast, you just have to go.</div><div>I'm only doing this so I can post a picture on Facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also saw a mother of young children wearing one that said, "26.2 miles of peace and quiet." </div><div><br /></div><div>For anyone who wants to follow my progress tomorrow morning, there is online runner tracking at <a href="http://www.mtectracking.com/Mtrack?raceid=27">http://www.mtectracking.com/Mtrack?raceid=27</a> and a live stream from the finish line on the KARE 11 website (www.kare11.com) or the TCM website (www.tcmevents.org)</div><div><br /></div><div>Good luck, runners!</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-23221780819799538072011-09-23T12:35:00.000-07:002011-09-23T12:53:31.865-07:00The shoesMy new shoes came today! I've been wearing them around the house a little to break them in. I'm so glad I ordered them. I compared them to my old shoes and discovered a couple interesting (to me anyway) things. First, I didn't think my old shoes were particularly worn. But when I compared them to the new (identical) pair, I realized the tread was worn nearly off in places. Secondly, the places where the tread was worn down so much were in the mid-foot. I've always been a really heavy heel striker. Since reading <i>Born to Run</i> I have been somewhat consciously trying to shorten my stride and land mid-foot. Apparently, it's working.<div><br /></div><div>The bad news is my ankle has really been bothering me. I tried to run yesterday and only made it a mile before I had to stop, mostly out of fear that I was going to injure it further. I am weighing the pros and cons of resting completely until next Sunday. I'll evaluate this Sunday (my last chance for a longer (>30 minutes) run) and again in the middle of next week. At this point I feel like the risk of severely injuring it outweighs the loss of fitness I may experience. I know I can finish the race even if I don't run again until race day. I've been training for 6 months. If I do decide to stay off it for the next week or 10 days, I'll have to try to get to the gym and either ride an exercise bike or swim a few times to maintain my fitness level.</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-8529752912571001132011-09-20T11:37:00.000-07:002011-09-20T11:53:21.093-07:00Why do I always do this???So in July when I ordered my new shoes days before the Chaska triathlon, I did a little mental math and thought, "Hmm, I should probably just order another pair of these right now and alternate them for the next three months." Because, with the mileage I was going to be putting on training for the marathon, three months is about the most I could expect out of that pair. I knew without a second pair I'd be cutting it close on marathon day.<div><br /></div><div>But...</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't order that second pair. In fact, I didn't give it a second thought until I did my 20 mile run. And my shoes still felt great at that point. They weren't showing much wear, my body wasn't showing any of the tell-tale signs that it's time for new shoes. I figured since my mileage was only going down at that point my shoes would hold up fine for another month.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I didn't factor in to the equation was the toll the trail half-marathon I ran the weekend before last was going to take on my shoes (on my whole body, in fact, but that's another post.) My shoes have not been the same since then. Besides being filthy, I don't think those shoes were designed for the lateral forces they were put under during that run. They feel stretched out and sloppy. They also have the flat feeling of worn out shoes. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I ordered another pair yesterday. I'm hopeful they'll be here tomorrow or Wednesday. Yes, I probably could have gone to a running store and gotten another pair right away, but they would have been considerably more expensive and would have necessitated taking one or two kids into a shoe store. Worth it? Maybe. My training plan has only 4-5 really short runs over the next 12 days. Plus I'm babying a sore ankle. I'm really hoping the new shoes get here soon and get reasonably broken in before 10/2.</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-44801672331523819852011-07-31T14:34:00.000-07:002011-07-31T19:20:52.761-07:0018 and lifeI peeled myself out of bed at 5:30 this morning to head out for an 18 miler. I had put a lot of planning into my previous long runs. I checked the weather early in the week, mapped out a route, laid my things out the night before, and so on. This week, I hadn't even decided whether I was going to run Saturday or Sunday until Friday night. I didn't plan a route until Saturday. We were at my nephew's birthday party Saturday and didn't get home until 9:30. I was beat (having, inexplicably, woken up at 4:45 the morning) and went right to bed with the girls as soon as we got home. <div><br /></div><div>So when my alarm went off, I was sorely tempted to turn it off and go back to sleep. But somewhere I found the will to get up. I wanted to get out by 6, because it was supposed to be a hot one today. It took me a little longer to get my motor running. I hit the road at 6:20.</div><div><br /></div><div>I ran essentially the same route as last week, just adding a one mile loop about two-thirds of the way in. The first few miles were tough. I kept asking myself why I was doing this. I was glad I chose the route I did because there are several "outs." I pass back by home at mile 8 and within a mile of home three more times after that. I figured if it just wasn't going well, I would have several opportunities to bail. By about mile 6, I was feeling great. It took me a few more miles to realize that was also the point at which I ran out of water. So a) my pack was light and b) I was well hydrated. It was much hotter today than last week and I think I started out a bit dehydrated. I decided to swing by home to refill my water, go potty and drop off my pack. It was getting too hot to wear the pack. I would also be passing by water three times over the next 10 miles, so I knew I could get by with a hand-held bottle. When I got home, though, I was locked out. I was afraid everyone was still sleeping, so I didn't want to open the garage door. I refilled my water from the hose and continued on my way. (I only found out later that my family not sleeping, but at the park. I should have known better.) Luckily, there was a port-o-potty on my route less than a mile later. The drawback to drinking more fluids is more potty stops. </div><div><br /></div><div>A little aside: I read in a book a few months ago that if you are hydrating enough, you should have to stop to pee on a run more than 2 hours. Then I read somewhere else that you should really be peeing every 1-1.5 hours if you are drinking enough. Either way, I have not been drinking nearly enough on my long runs.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had totally forgotten about dropping my pack until I was well on my way into the next part of my run. It was really making me hot(ter) and just generally annoying me. I was running a leg I'd be coming back on, so I started looking for somewhere to stash the pack. Found a stand of tall grass under a bridge, somewhere I'd remember, but was well hidden. OMG, I felt so much better after losing the pack. I was cooler; I was able to run faster; I was able to breathe better. I didn't realize until I took it off that the top of my pack was hitting my rib cage, making me subconsciously take shallower breaths. Carrying one bottle was not nearly as distracting as wearing the pack. I continued on my way with little of interest happening, other than a couple more potty breaks and water refills. Oh, and getting pooped on. As I was running through a particularly wooded area, branches hanging over the path, I felt something land on my shoulder. I reached up to brush it away only to discover it was bird poop! I was pretty grossed out. So grossed out in fact, that, knowing that I was about a mile from my next water stop, I used the last of the water in my bottle to wash the poop off my shoulder. Fortunately, my next stop also had a bathroom, a real bathroom with running water. I ran right in and washed my hands thoroughly, with lots of soap, before filling up my water bottle.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt so much better towards the end of this run and afterwards than I did last week, despite running slightly longer and it being considerably warmer and more humid, and despite not feeling very well rested. I think there were several reasons. Drinking more and being well hydrated was certainly a big factor. I drank 5 21oz bottles of fluid (minus what I used to wash the bird poop away) and could have used a little more. I had to ration it a little the last few miles. My last water stop was 5 miles or more from home and I only had one bottle with me. Secondly, I made more stops this time. I had three potty breaks and 2 water stops, each lasting a minute or two. Plus stopping to drop off and pick up my pack, though those were only a few seconds. Last week I only stopped once in 17 miles, to refill my water bottle. I'll have to try harder to line up my water and potty stops so I can be a little more streamlined; five stops was probably excessive. Finally, I went out at a little slower pace and ran a more consistent pace through the run. I still averaged right around 10 minute miles, but I ran the first half about 4-5 minutes slower than I ran it last week. Then I ran the second half a bit faster than last week, probably in part to leaving my pack behind.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have (knock on wood) not had any injuries or weird aches and pains running these long distances. But I have had issues with blisters. I don't know if it's a matter of building up my calluses or what. It happened first on my 15 mile run and again in the same places on my 17 miler last weekend. Today I tried some Body Glide on my feet. It seemed to help a little. I still got some small blisters under my calluses on my right foot. But I got one big one where I don't have a callus and have never had a blister. I may try sock liners and see if that helps. It's not super painful when I'm running, but it is noticeable. </div><div><br /></div><div>Glad to have this run over with. Now I've got a recovery week, triathlon week, and one more down week before the big push leading up to the marathon where I'll do 2, maybe 3 more long runs before tapering to the big day. Also excited that this was my last long run before my running buddy returns, so hopefully this was my last long run alone!</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-35107809768626381962011-07-24T11:52:00.000-07:002011-07-25T17:53:49.437-07:00The extra mileI set out this morning on a 16 mile run, per my training plan. It was a gorgeous day. I purposely decided a few days ago that I would run on Sunday rather than Saturday because the forecast looked so much better. And it was. The temp was a cool 67 when I headed out at 7 a.m. <div><br /></div><div>I got to use my new hydration pack for the first time. I had one bottle of water and one bottle of sports drink, 3 energy gels in one pouch and my cell phone in the other. The pack took some getting used to. First, with two 21 oz bottles of fluid, it was heavy. Second, I started out with it around my hips. It was bouncing around a lot and kept riding up. After a couple miles, I gave up and just cinched it up tighter and wore it around my waist. It actually felt much better. There was no bounce. The weight was distributed better so it felt lighter. I can't say I loved running with it. But it was sure handy to have my water with me. I passed by my house 8 miles into the run, planning to stop and get more water or leave the pack behind, if necessary. I almost dropped it off, but the option of taking a drink whenever I needed it outweighed the minimal discomfort of wearing the pack. Even carrying 42 oz. of fluids with me, I still stopped to refill my water bottle at a water fountain near mile 11. </div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, it was an awesome run. I started with an 8 mile loop that was hillier than the routes I usually run. It felt great. And I averaged just under 9:30 per mile, a bit faster than my usual long run pace. Then I headed out to my fall-back route, the figure 8 around Staring Lake and Purgatory Creek. I had found a 16-mile route online; that's where the first half of my run came from. The second half started by heading over to and around Staring Lake, but then finished with the last 4 miles or so along busy roads on exposed (meaning no shade) trails. I thought my standard route was about 8.5 miles, so I decided to run that instead since, except for the last mile, it was all on trails through park land--more scenic and more shade. I didn't think an extra half-mile would be a big deal. I wasn't even positive the route would be more than 8. I realized about 4 or 5 miles in to the second half that it was going to be close to 9, making my total mileage 17. I felt really good right up to about mile 15. While I had been having fun and enjoying the beautiful day, I realized I was slowing down a bit and running with my head down. The last mile and a half was in the sun and the day was getting warmer. I was starting to feel a little nauseous. Once I got a half mile or so from home, I perked up a little and finished strong. I averaged about 10 minute miles the second half.<br /><br />I had a weird experience when I finally stopped. My muscles were so used to running that my legs kept trying to run. As I lifted my foot, my quads would contract, snapping my foot forward. It was very surreal. I really had to use my brain to overrule my muscles and walk (semi)normally. I'd never had anything like that happen before.<br /><br />Next up on my training plan: an 18 miler next weekend. After 17 yesterday, it doesn't sound so scary. Just hope my quads are ready.<br /></div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-61590274906725936902011-07-18T13:27:00.000-07:002011-07-18T14:10:01.407-07:00GratitudeI need to take a moment to give a big shout out to my husband and parenting partner. Thank you, Al, for all you do to make it possible for me to pursue my passions. <div><br /></div><div>Al spends several hours alone with the girls on weekend mornings while I go out on long runs and bike rides. On race days he gets up with them, sometimes (way) earlier than he would like, and gets them dressed, fed and to the race site to cheer me on. He fields countless inquiries like "Where's Mommy?" and "When's Mommy going to be home?" He does it all without complaint. He encourages me every step of the way. He tells me afterward how proud he is.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want him to know that I appreciate it. I don't take him for granted. I know how fortunate I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks, Al!</div>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-319759404787908692011-07-16T18:32:00.000-07:002011-07-18T05:16:44.948-07:00The RaceI have so many things I want to write and remember about the race. So I'm going to just go stream of consciousness. I will try to go chronologically. But it's going to be long. Consider yourself forewarned.<div><br /></div><div>At home:</div><div>I had set my alarm for 5:15, planning to leave by 6. (Start time was 7:30 with a pre-race meeting at 7:15.) I wasn't sure how far away I was going to have to park or how long it would take me to get set up. Izzy woke up around 3 a.m. She went back to sleep almost immediately, but I was not so fortunate. I finally started to doze off when a thunderstorm came through around 4. Sometime shortly before 5 I finally gave it up. I got up and started the coffee brewing. Had my breakfast, filled my water bottles and left around 6 as planned.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pre-race:</div><div>I arrived at the race site plenty early and was able to park right there. Listened to my favorite pre-race song while getting my bike all set. Headed over to the transition area to stake out my space. I spent a lot of time checking out other people's set ups and trying to figure out how to layout my belongings. I had meant to brush up on this strategy stuff, but couldn't find my book. Space was really tight, complicating things. Over the next 45 minutes I made several changes. Once I got my bike racked, I went over to get my chip and get marked. From there I headed over to the beach to survey things. To call the place we were swimming a lake is being very generous. Though, I'm not sure anyone was calling it a lake. 500 yards looks very long when you're used to swimming in a pool. Headed back to transition taking the path we'd be taking up from the swim to make sure I would recognize my station and to mentally rehearse what I'd do when I got there to see if my set up was going to work. Spent the rest of pre-race going potty a couple times and exchanging stories with the women around me. Best story: A woman I met on the beach who was celebrating her 40th birthday today by doing her first triathlon after 10 years and 3 babies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Swim (1/3 mile):</div><div>The other triathlons I've done were wave starts. You're assigned to a wave (usually by age group) and everyone in your wave starts at the same time with a few seconds between waves. It is chaotic and can be very overwhelming. This time they still started us by wave, but had one racer enter at a time, 3 seconds apart. A much more controlled start. I got into the water feeling pretty confident. But after maybe 100 yards, my moment of panic set in. I had not done any open water swimming and was really struggling to find my groove. I was on the verge of hyperventilating and wondering what I was thinking signing up for this race and how was I ever going to finish the swim much less the whole race. The first buoy was so far away! Somehow I pulled it together and started doing the breaststroke. In doing so, I realized well over half the other swimmers were doing the same. I found my groove and started gaining on some of the swimmers around me. I alternated between the crawl and the breaststroke, usually switching to the crawl when I started kicking swimmers behind me or when I needed to pass someone. Once I made the first turn, I knew I was going to finish the swim. A positive from the swim: this was the first tri I have done where the swim was counterclockwise, very good news for a left-side breather like me. I was very relieved to pass the last buoy and not too long after see the swimmers ahead of me stand up. Then it was my turn and my legs were very shaky.</div><div><br /></div><div>Swim time: 12:21</div><div><br /></div><div>T1:</div><div><br /></div><div>Pretty quick and uneventful transition. Since this was my first time riding my tri bike in a race, it was my first time switching to bike shoes in a race. Thought it would be okay to leave my shoes unfastened and deal with them on the bike. Not the best plan.</div><div><br /></div><div>T1 time: 1:04</div><div><br /></div><div>Bike (16 miles):</div><div><br /></div><div>Not having done any bricks in my training, I had forgotten how hard it is to switch from one sport to the next. The swim had left me really winded. Then I hopped on my bike for a big uphill climb. I had another moment of wondering if I'd be able to finish. But I kept going and it got easier. Eventually I reached the top of the hill and was able to catch my breath. Biking with my tri bike made the bike portion a whole new experience. On my old bike, I never had to deal with passing people or being in the thick of things, getting caught in a knot of bikers. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; ">I was glad I had gone out on my ride at my parents' earlier in the week. It made me a lot more confident on my bike. It got my body and muscles used to being in aero position so I wasn't nearly as physically uncomfortable has I had been on my training ride. It was also the same kinds of roads and same kind of scenery, which helped put me at ease. In hind sight, I could have ridden harder and shaved a little off my time. I need some practice biking down hill, getting more comfortable and confident at high speeds. I tended to back off a bit on the downhills. There was another woman rider who kept trading places with me. I'd pass her going uphill; she'd pass me going downhill. One of my favorite moments of the bike, though, came probably a little less than halfway through the ride. We were going down a small hill. My pedals were spinning pretty freely, so I started to coast. Then I noticed everyone in front of me still pedaling away. I thought, "Hmm, what would happen if I pedaled faster?" It took a few revolutions, but eventually I hit some resistance and started flying! As I ride my tri bike more, I'm becoming less intimidated by it and more enamored with it. All in all, the bike was my favorite part of the race. Fortunately, since it comprised 60% it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Bike time: 54:xx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; ">T2:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I botched this transition. I had thought through T1 a little, but didn't really think through T2. I had everything laid out perfectly, but I think that was accidental. When I came in with my bike, I was all set up to just push my bike under the rack and lift the seat up onto the rack. My running shoes were lined up for that scenario. But when I came in, I went around the rack and backed my bike in. It wouldn't have been a problem if I had had more room, but the bikes on either side of me were already back. I had to reach across my bike and try to lift it up. It was really a stretch. And then my running shoes were on the other side of the rack, so I had to run back around to get them. It probably only cost me a few seconds, but was frustrating nonetheless.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">T2 time: 1:02</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Run (3.1 miles):</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The switch from biking to running is always tough. You've been making your legs do one thing for almost an hour (or more) then ask them to do something else. They feel like lead, if you can feel them at all. Putting one foot in front of the other is an effort. Mentally there's a big switch, too, as you go from zipping along on your bike to moving considerably slower on your feet. This particular run was brutal because the first mile was all uphill, a fairly steep hill. I felt like I was shuffling along, barely moving. But my marathon training left me in great shape for the run. Heading up the hill, I felt about like I felt at mile 12 of my 15 mile run. Plus three miles is nothing when you've been regularly running 10, 12 or more. I knew I could do it. I chugged along up the hill, breathing a small sigh of relief when I got to the top. The whole run felt so slow. I was envisioning a time well over 30 minutes. When I came around the corner to head down the hill for the last 3/4 mile, I was ready to pack it in and coast the rest of the way. But I found some inspiration in thoughts of a special friend and finished strong.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Run time: 28:xx</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">TOTAL TIME: 1:37:xx</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I had a dilemma a few days before the race when I realized my running shoes were shot. I kept trying but failing to find time to go to a running store. I finally ordered new shoes online, but didn't get them until two days before the race, late in the day. I wasn't completely comfortable with running a race in shoes I had never run in. But I weighed the pros and cons and decided to chance it. Neither situation was ideal, but my old shoes were in bad shape before my 15 mile run. It became clear on my next run that running in those shoes after biking was going to be painful. I broke the new shoes in around the house over the next two days. I would have gone out for a quick run Friday, but it POURED rain all day. Overall, I think it was the right decision. My heels were slipping a little in the new shoes, but that could have been from not wearing socks and/or not having my lock laces tight enough at the top. I ended up with an open blister on my left heel, but I didn't notice it until Madeline asked me why the back of my shoe was red.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I thought this was a really well run and fun race. There were a lot of newbies and several women like me coming back after a child bearing hiatus. Personally, it was a great reintroduction to the sport. I felt awesome and was on high all day after the race. I learned I need to do some open water swims, get some more time on my bike and practice my transitions. I'm really excited to be back at it and can't wait for the YWCA race in August. Still holding on to my dream of doing an Ironman before I'm 40!</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-10780684909710652702011-07-15T03:42:00.000-07:002011-07-15T05:13:32.539-07:00HydrationAs my runs get longer, figuring out how to stay hydrated is a bigger and bigger issue. You need a lot of water, fuel and electrolyte replacement when you're running upwards of 2 hours. I had been running this "figure 8" whose crossing point is about a mile from home. So I would run out carrying a water bottle or two, stash them just off the trail in a place where I would be running by once or twice. However, that's about an 8 mile run if I do each loop of the "8" once, 13 if I do each loop twice. I start to get bored at that point. It's also all paved trail and I prefer to do at least some of my long runs on gravel/crushed rock to save some wear and tear on my joints. And, one time this spring, someone found my apparently-poorly-hidden water bottle and picked it up. I suppose they thought they were being a good Samaritan picking up trash. I was irritated that they used no powers of deduction to realize it was a full, cold water bottle wedged between two trees, a couple feet off the trail. It had obviously (to me anyway) been placed deliberately. That was a cool day in May, I was running 9-10 miles and I had hidden one other smaller bottle. I could get by without the purloined water bottle. On a 15 miler in July or an 18 miler in August, a missing water bottle would be a much bigger inconvenience.<br /><br />Last weekend I mapped out my route, a loop that cut diagonally through Eden Prairie, mostly on the Lower Regional Trail (LRT) which is crushed rock. I was starting near the middle of the loop. I decided to drive around and drop water/sports drink at spots near the ends of the loop, mile 5 and mile 10. That worked fine. The bottles were there when I got there, well spaced. But there were still some issues with the plan. First, it took me 40 minutes to drive all over EP dropping water. I was already going to be running 2.5+ hours and the day was only getting hotter. Second, I was stuck carrying empty water bottles. I ended up leaving the first one about half-way through the run because it was annoying and I didn't want to end up carrying two after I picked up the second. Then I had to go back for the empty later in the day. Third, between miles 5 and 10 I could have used more water than what I had. Finally, I didn't want to repeat my 40 minute drive picking up empty water bottles, so I carried the second bottle with me on my last 5 miles. I ran a lot slower those 5 miles. I'm sure there were many reasons for my slow down, but carrying that water bottle was certainly one of them. I clearly needed a new hydration plan.<br /><br />I had been researching hydration belts (something you wear around your waist to carry water bottles) for several weeks. I tried everything REI had to offer in a couple different trips. I even have one I got years ago that holds one small bottle and is designed more for walking/hiking. I'm really picky about anything I'm going to wear for hours while running. It has to be comfortable. Because women have hips, these belts tend to ride up and end up around one's rib cage after awhile. Some have one big bottle in the back, but those tend to bounce. A lot of people like the kind with 2-4 small bottles around the belt, but I couldn't figure out how to position all those bottles so I wasn't hitting them with my arms. I kept coming back to the one pictured below, the GoLite HydroSpeed Women's Pack, consistently reviewed as being among the best hydration belts for women (because it's one of the few actually designed for women and not just the same as the men's version, but with pink trim.) It adjusts in 5 different places to keep it from bouncing and minimize riding up. It also holds two 21 oz bottles making the highest capacity hydration belt I found. One could spend a ridiculous amount of money on running/triathlon gear. I try to weigh my purchases carefully and only buy things that will really improve my training experience. After my run last weekend, I broke down and ordered the HydroSpeed. It came yesterday and I could feel how much better it fit than anything else I had tried as soon as I put it on. I haven't tried it with full water bottles, yet, but I could feel how each adjustment point made it more secure. I'm excited to try it out, but I'm not planning to run anymore before the triathlon Saturday. I'll keep you posted...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg868NpqPv5FbMsFcbmRQAWOog7QEmTseDmcVa5SDNmOXxt0UsbxQP0rwtNi-S4BXn3fLJYrXJdsCXLiYew0SDm40HVtBVOMQYcaJ-kVfKawgJWfNiaTYU54qMTs0F5dJv5gI-neWoYrsW9/s1600/GLHS10-GN-1.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg868NpqPv5FbMsFcbmRQAWOog7QEmTseDmcVa5SDNmOXxt0UsbxQP0rwtNi-S4BXn3fLJYrXJdsCXLiYew0SDm40HVtBVOMQYcaJ-kVfKawgJWfNiaTYU54qMTs0F5dJv5gI-neWoYrsW9/s1600/GLHS10-GN-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg868NpqPv5FbMsFcbmRQAWOog7QEmTseDmcVa5SDNmOXxt0UsbxQP0rwtNi-S4BXn3fLJYrXJdsCXLiYew0SDm40HVtBVOMQYcaJ-kVfKawgJWfNiaTYU54qMTs0F5dJv5gI-neWoYrsW9/s320/GLHS10-GN-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629548096105111890" border="0" /></a>ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-55651399400468523112011-07-15T03:41:00.001-07:002011-07-15T03:41:46.876-07:00JittersI'm starting to get nervous about the triathlon on Saturday! I took my bike out for a 15 mile ride Tuesday. It went really well. I rode out by my parents' where I knew there wouldn't be much traffic and where I was familiar with cycling the roads. I feel a lot more confident on my tri bike now. I realized, too, how FAST that bike is. But it really works my quads more than my other bike. Three days later I'm still feeling it. I'm not sore, but my quads feel really tired. I don't think they had recovered from my long run last weekend. I went for a short run Wednesday and my legs felt like lead. Good practice for the tri, I guess. I'm going to spend some time tonight getting my gear together and planning my transition strategy.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-44446035229474073532011-07-09T14:09:00.000-07:002011-07-09T14:16:25.540-07:00Week 5 - July 4-9The final tally. For reference again, the goals were 2 miles swimming, 112 miles biking and 26.2 miles running.<br /><br />Week of June 4-9<br /><br />Swim: 0.75 mile<br />Bike: 19.5 miles<br />Run: 18 miles<br /><br />Total:<br />Swim: 3.25 miles<br />Bike: 112.8 miles<br />Run: 69.5 milesingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-78453572058019107702011-07-08T15:32:00.000-07:002011-07-08T19:54:26.540-07:00WhewToday I finished the biking for the Lazyman. I never got a decent sized ride in this week, so I did a lot of fitting in a ride here and there. And somehow ended up 1.2 miles short of 112. So, around 3 p.m., when it was about 90 degrees out, the girls asked to go for a bike ride. (As an aside, I love that the girls have gotten to really enjoy being out in the trailer. It was not always that way. It makes fitting workouts in so much easier.) We went for two laps around the "Darnel Loop" which is about 1 mile per lap. If my calculations are correct, I finished with 112.8 bike miles.<br /><br />Tomorrow I've got a 15 mile run on tap. I have spent a ridiculous amount of time preparing, as much or more than I would for a race. I found a route (on the USATF website--good website for finding runs and tracking your own), planned my water drops, got all my water bottles and nutrition together, got the coffee maker ready, set out my breakfast, made ice so I can take an ice bath when I get home, got out my running gear...and discovered I hadn't done all the laundry from last weekend yet and had no clean sports bras or running socks. So...I threw in a load on "speed cycle" and am hoping it finishes up soon so I can toss it in the dryer and get to bed. I'm setting an alarm to get up early and get out there before it gets too hot.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-75719335643867036202011-07-06T19:27:00.000-07:002011-07-06T19:43:18.237-07:00I might be crazyI just registered for another triathlon. Roughly the same distances as the one coming up in August. Except this one is in 10 days! I was perusing a very comprehensive race calendar for Minnesota looking for some kind of race in July when I spotted this sprint tri in Chaska, a neighboring community. Then I talked to a friend who had done it a few times and said it was a good one. That sealed it. <br /><br />I really wanted the YWCA Triathlon to be my first triathlon post-kids, but doing the Lazyman got me itching to race. I know I can do it, but I'm a little nervous nonetheless. Until I started doing the Lazyman, I wasn't really in a triathlon frame of mind. I'm especially nervous about the bike. I haven't been out on my triathlon bike yet this year and I've never ridden it in a race. I am not very confident on it. But I'm going to get it out tomorrow, maybe get it tuned up before next Saturday, finish up my Lazyman miles on it. And I'll have to get out some of my books and articles and brush up on transitions and strategy and etiquette.<br /><br />Exciting!ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-60417778498888563392011-07-04T19:46:00.000-07:002011-07-04T20:20:47.461-07:00Week 4 - June 27 - July 3Whew. What a week. Recovering from camping, packing for our North Shore trip, three off days, two five hour drives, three nights on the shores of Lake Superior (with 4 people in a king-sized bed), five cousins under the age of 6, 30 miles covered on the <a href="http://www.ggta.org/">Gitchi-Gami State Trail</a>, and more steps (the stairs kind as well as the pedometer kind) than I can count. A lot of fun, but man am I exhausted. <br /><br />I love the North Shore of Lake Superior. I hadn't been in almost 3 years and I really missed it. It was wonderful to get out Saturday and Sunday mornings for a 10-mile run and a 20-mile bike. That combined with two short but steep afternoon hikes with Izzy on my back, meant sore, tired quads and a welcome rest day today. It also meant two pieces of Betty's Pie.<br /><br />And I am well within reach of my Lazyman goals. Here are the tallies for the week:<br /><br />Swim: 0.75 miles<br />Bike: 28.5 miles<br />Run: 13.5 miles<br /><br />Totals, miles completed/percentage remaining:<br /><br />Swim: 2.5/complete!<br />Bike: 93.3/16.7%<br />Run: 51.5/complete!<br /><br />Just 18.7 bike miles to go by the end of this week. I was hoping to make it to cycle class at the Y this week, so I could knock out 12 miles. However, I have conflicts both days. Also, that class kicks my butt when I'm fresh. I'm not sure my legs would be in any shape for spinning tomorrow. I'll have to break it into 2-3 shorter rides. I have a 15 mile run this coming weekend, so I need to finish my biking well enough in advance to have a recovery day before the run.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-64140014575408670062011-06-29T19:23:00.001-07:002011-06-29T19:28:58.217-07:00Two down!With my 0.75 swim this morning, I have completed the swim requirement for the Lazyman! Now I just have to bike, bike, bike for the next week and a half.<br /><br />Also notable, I got us all dressed, fed and out the door by 7:45 to make it to the Y by 8. I had hoped to do this at least two times a week this summer. This is the first day it actually happened. We'll see if it ever happens again.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-44708938631427753922011-06-26T16:54:00.000-07:002011-06-26T18:26:44.839-07:00Week 3 - June 20-26I was going to title this post "Ugh" until I realized that really it wasn't horrible. I made great headway on my Lazyman mileage. However, I did not get in nearly the number of workouts I had hoped. Partly due to a lingering hip injury and partly due to a toe injury (that I thought briefly may have been a break, but thankfully is not) I didn't run at all. On the plus side, this was a recovery week on my marathon training plan. Not a bad week to be off. And I did bike twice and swim once; it's not like I did nothing. Wow, just typing this up is making me feel better about the week!<br /><br />Here are the totals:<br /><br />June 20-26<br />Swim: 1 mile<br />Bike: 28 miles<br />Run: 0 miles<br /><br />Totals, miles completed/percentage remaining<br />Swim: 1.75/30%<br />Bike: 64.8/42%<br />Run: 38/Complete!<br /><br />With the Lazyman 60% completely, I'm well on track. My toe injury may have been a blessing in disguise as it forced me to rest my hip. Let's see what this week brings!ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355695079216724264.post-33191772593349325122011-06-22T17:31:00.000-07:002011-06-22T18:05:22.265-07:00One mile!Today I swam a mile! It is the first time in a loooong time that I have swum that far in a single workout. I honestly don't remember and didn't keep notes about my old training routines; I imagine I must have been swimming at least a mile in my workouts at some point. But I do remember aspiring to mile long workouts and thinking it seemed <span style="font-style: italic;">so long</span>.<br /><br />Last week was the first time in several weeks that I had swum seriously, since before the half-marathon Memorial Day weekend. In these two workouts I could really feel how much my aerobic endurance has increased. When I started swimming this winter, 300 meters without resting was tough. Today I was going to do 500 (the swim distance for my triathlon in August) but felt so good I ended up doing 1000. Feeling really good about that. I might have to start working harder on technique and speed now.ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618634675557308110noreply@blogger.com2