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One more week…

This is it. The marathon is one week away. I ran my last long(er) run of 8 miles and tried to just make it an easy run. I kept telling my self to slow down, make it an easy 8 miles. That phrase I repeated frequently, easy 8 miles. I finished with a 9:06 pace, which is well below my marathon goal pace of 9:30. The run felt good, the same nagging hip pain that’s bothered me the past month or so, but nothing that bad. I have this final week to rest and run very low mileage. So, how am I feeling, am I ready?

I guess I’ll be able to answer that question next Saturday night. I find I’m questioning everything about my training, did I do enough, should I have run more, run faster. Why wasn’t I disciplined enough to just complete the entire training program as it is outlined? Am I going to have to, (gasp)…..walk?!? All that questioning and all that doubt, that’s why I’m doing a marathon. Satan loves to sit and stew in my insecurity, evil little pot stirrer. It’s ok that those questions come up, but my response is what really counts. Do I let them infiltrate my spirit for the next week or do I cast them aside and get back to living? I choose to trash them, doubt/fear pops up and I’m plucking it out of my brain and leaving more room for other thoughts, thoughts that are more worth my time.

I’m excited for the race to be here and to actually run 26.2 miles. I’m already thinking about the next great goal, hmmm…..what will it be?


Week 16 – 2 weeks away

The 20 miler is complete! That was the longest mileage I’ve ever run and the longest I will run before the marathon. From here on out the mileage tapers down to prepare me for race day. Don’t be fooled by the word ‘taper’ though. My week consists of two 4 mile runs and a 12 this weekend. A 12 mile run is now considered a short(er) run. It is crazy how your perspective changes when you change your goals.

Ok, confession time. I’m struggling to look at this marathon as something big, something that not everyone has done or will do. It stems from hubs and many of his friends having completed an Ironman. I’m only doing 1/3 of what they did that day, so of course I should be able to do it and do it with ease. I mean, I didn’t swim 2 miles and bike 112 miles prior to running, so why can’t I rock out a marathon. Not only should I be able to do it, but I should be able to have a good pace. I’m 35, in good health, have had the time to devote to the training, so why am I not running it easily in sub 4 hours. I’m not a naturally gifted athlete, but anyone can get faster if you train well and just endure a little pain right? Oh, wait a minute what was that last part…endure a little pain. Hmm, that doesn’t sound very fun…my 4 hour plus marathon is looking better and better. “Embrace the suck” is I believe a military catchphrase by origin, however entered our world through Ironman champ Chris McCormack. He used that phrase when describing triathlon and hubs used it as motivation some days during his training. I tried to use it, but it’s just not natural to me. I’m a bit like a 2 yo when it comes to embracing it, I tend to turn away and say ‘no’ or ‘I don’t wanna’.

So, what’s the big takeaway…be out of your comfort zone. I’m not competitive, never have been. I’m so not competitive that I’ve even called myself a quitter. Now, not in a derogatory, feel bad for myself kind of way, but in an ‘oh well-move-on-to-the-next-cause-I-don’t-wanna-do-this-anymore’ kinda way. Running fast (or faster) isn’t comfortable. Running 26.2 miles won’t be comfortable. But who said life should be comfortable? Living in this fallen world shouldn’t be comfortable. Christ’s death on the cross for my sins was not comfortable. He could have turned away and said ‘no, I don’t wanna.’ Fortunately for us, he did not.  His life for mine. The righteous for the unrighteous. He chose to endure the pain.

I just have to remind myself that I’m doing all this for God. I want a healthy body because an unhealthy one is a distraction. God’s got a lot of work he needs done here on earth and I can’t be unfit, I owe Him more than that. I need to be able to physically tackle whatever and wherever He sends me. I can’t control my DNA and risk for heart disease based on genetics, nor whether I’ll get most cancers, but I can control my weight, exercise and the food I put in my body as fuel.

Running 26.2 miles is my way of taking control and it’s going to be uncomfortable greatness!

Endurance Athlete

So I took a run in the rain this past week and Jason took my picture as I returned. I didn’t realize how hard it was raining until I was inside looking out. It was a beautiful run though. No wind, the temperature wasn’t too cold, and I felt God with me more on that run than I had in a long time. I was really able to soak up this world He created and that rain run was one of my favorites.

Here I am in the middle of week 15 of my 18 week training to my first marathon and all is going fairly well. I’m definitely burnt out, boredom has set in and I’m ready to move on to the next fitness goal. Problem being, I haven’t met this one yet…minor technicality. I’m running 3 days a week and have returned to the gym 2 days a week. I have my longest training run this weekend…20 miles. Fortunately, I have a friend that volunteered to do part of it with me, so I’ll be picking her up at the 10 mile mark. That will be tremendously helpful to have some company for the second 10 miles.

On the injury front, my IT band has been aching a bit. I can’t really get too mad at it though. I’ve failed to stretch properly and asked my legs to run increased distance and speed for the past 15 weeks, so it’s not really the ITB’s fault. Plus, I didn’t really even know about its existence until it started hurting (yes I didn’t pay enough attention in anatomy). In addition to that hip pain, I’ve had some additional muscle owies (please excuse the grown up medical terminology) for which I’ve been googling ‘thigh muscles,’ so I can figure out which one is hurt and what to do to start healing. (Yes, I really didn’t pay enough attention in anatomy!) They are certainly nothing that will keep me from running the marathon, but will need to be cautious so I don’t put myself out of commission. Resting for 2-6 weeks in running is basically saying, ‘hey, lets start all over again.’

Jason has completed his month of rest after the Ironman, he didn’t really plan to rest a month, it was more just what he realized he wanted/needed after. He’s excited to watch the big IM (Kona) this Saturday via the internet. He’s also trying to talk me into doing a full Ironman next year…lets just say that’s not on my radar. But I do love that man and will at least consider it because I know he would love it.

People often set fitness goals…ie a 5K, Sprint Triathlon, Marathon, etc… My goal is to be an endurance athlete. The definition of endurance: the ability of an organism to exert itself and remain active for a long period of time. So, that’s my goal. I want to be able to run this marathon in 3 weeks, however more than that, I want to be able to be running in 30 years. The marathon is just a drop in the bucket of endurance training. I want to maintain fitness for life and, God willing, my life will last at least another 30 years.

Alright, have to get back to my Wednesday. Mia is awake and kicking her crib like it’s her j-o-b. On a side note, that’s where we got her name from, her kicking. When I was über pregnant, she was kicking a lot and Jason and I were watching this life inside me rock my stomach like an earthquake. I called her Mia Hamm because of her mad kicking skills and the name Mia was then on our list of names and soon made its way to the top.

Happy Wednesday all!

Cheater, cheater, pumpkin-spice cookie eater

Week 14 has begun which means one more month until marathon day is here! Week 12 started out well as I was coming off a monster 18 miler that felt really good. I had a solid 5 mile run at an 8:23 pace, then a 4 mile at 8:52 pace. That 4 miler was supposed to be 5, but I made the mistake of not banging out the run first thing in the morning and the day started to get away from me. However, I had to shorten it by a mile because one of my greatest friends ever was in town visiting her sister who had just had a baby. She called and we made dinner plans, so running became secondary to seeing her. I came back with a vengeance though for my long run and managed to do my best time ever for a half-marathon, 1:55:13 (8:47 pace). I broke the 2 hour mark! I’d never done that before and it felt great.

Since things were going so well, I decided to change it all. Um, huh, what, why?!? I count my calories daily and every now and then, I stop. I let the calorie counting slide and eat a little less healthy. Most days, I try to eat 1400 calories as I am trying to still drop a few pounds of plumpness. Ideally, I’d like to drop a few more pounds of fat (10-ish) and work on building muscle. It’s really more about being comfortable with my body than the actual weight, looking more at body fat percentage than the scale. Not everyone needs to count calories to lose, but I have found that I do. I had hit a bit of a plateau in my weight loss and how do I power through…I just stop. I take a time-out and indulge a little. I wanted to start my indulging with a Pizza King pizza, but I curbed that because I knew I would feel horrible after, so I went to my sweet tooth. I love to bake, LOVE TO BAKE. We have neighbors 2 doors down that we swap a plate back and forth filled with goodies. This keeps either household from eating a whole batch of cookies and allows some recipe sharing. So, I spent week 13 eating a little more than I usually do. My short runs didn’t suffer, 5 miles at an 8:35 pace and another 5 at 8:39, but the long run was not as fortunate. I was supposed to run 19 miles on Saturday and had mentally checked out of that run about 5 days before it started. 19 miles is such an odd distance. It’s long, but not the longest training run. It’s an odd number which throws me off because you have to turn around at a half mile distance instead of a full mile marker (I don’t know why that bothers me, but it does. OCD in full swing). Since it was supposed to be 3 hours of running, I got up early to get it started. I left the house around 6am in the dark. I ran along a major road so I felt safe being out there alone and had my mace in hand. I got to see the sun come up over my church, which was a beautiful site. I didn’t pass a single runner until I hit 9 miles and had made it back to the Monon trail and then, of course, it was runners as far as the eye could see. I could turn south and run 6 more miles to make the math fit for a 19 mile finish at home, or I could turn north and just go home. North it was! The sun had come up and I was around  plenty of runners to inspire me to turn south, so why north? Well, I was just done. I passed the farmers market and instead of running for another hour, I wanted to go get my family and head back to pick up some veggies.  Also, oddly enough, when the sun came up, my hands got very cold. I had felt fine in the dark, but the sun rose and I started freezing. I had mentally checked out of running 19 miles and once my mental game was gone, the excuses rolled and I was heading home. I finished up at 13 miles total once I hit home. I got showered and we did head to the farmers market and I got an excellent haul. Including some of the best peanut butter I’ve ever had in my entire life (Big Dipper Peanut Butter, Trail Mix blend). I could have beat myself down for failing to complete the last 6 miles, but I took a different approach. I workout and eat well in an attempt to be fit and no matter how I sliced it, I could not convince myself that 13 miles of running was not good enough.

Some days (or a full week) you take a time out to enjoy a pumpkin spice cookie (or 2…ok it was 6 in about 60 seconds, but man they were good!)

Happy Monday to all!

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