Tuesday, June 16, 2015

A rough 10, but still. 10.

I KNOW that I have been really lousy about posting lately, and at some point, I really need to get back into the habit. I MISS writing. Everything about me needs this outlet. And here I have been completely slacking off on this, not writing how I feel I need to, and as a result, my head is getting really cloudy.

The fog that settles over my head causes motivation to come in slowly and difficultly. I am not even sure that difficultly is a word, but it is not coming up on spell-check, so I am calling it a win? Sunday, June 14th was an example of that. I really needed to log 10 miles as part of my slow build to Chicago. I have nailed all of my mileage so-far, and did not want that particular day to be any different. Never mind the fact that I had probably walked 10 miles per day on both Thursday and Friday. Nevermind the fact that I had traveled and basically just sat on an airplane for the entire day on Saturday. Mileage must be done!

Oh, and the fact that we were a bit stressed after arriving home from our trip the night before and learning that there was a point in time over the weekend where there was water POURING down the side of our house (!!!) So honestly, we spent the morning getting up slowly, hanging out with our kiddo that we had not seen in a few days (a week for J!) and dealing with the stress of a leak. So I did not even start running until around 12:30 pm when the temperature was 85* and the dew point was 70.

Obviously, that seems like a great time to start running, right? So I dressed in some spandex and a tank, got out my visor and some sunscreen and immediately chickened out and headed to the basement to spend some quality time with my treadmill.

I clicked on the next episode of Parenthood (where my netflix allegiance lies currently), and hopped on the treadmill starting at my "maintenance pace" (6.8). I increased it every mile, and by 4 miles, I could not STAND it anymore and got off. I went upstairs, told J I had it, and I NEEDED to go outside. I was going to do the last 6 miles outside even if I had to walk (Yes, this was a declaration that I made). I had to hunt down my watch (it was NOT where I left it when I left for Vegas, but it is ok, I have it now) and ended up unable to find it, so I grabbed my phone off of the charger and booted up the runcoach app.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was full of regret. It was SO HOT. But no, I said I was going to do this, so I started running. My legs felt like lead. The air was so hot. I was sweating instantly and moving very slowly. My first mile clocked in at 9:06. Ugh. I don't even go that slowly on easy days. But I tried to remember how hot it was, and that I am only base building, so just keep on rolling. I ended up cruising through 3.2 miles (at a 9/mile average pace) before I could not handle it. I was seriously afraid of getting hurt (and yes, I was carrying water). So in the house I went, collapsed on the carpet which made J say "oh, is it hot?"
Yep. It is hot.

Eventually I made it back down to the treadmill and rocked out the last 2.8 miles, so I managed to get all 10 as needed.

I am calling it a win. And again, stating, I have GOT to stop running in the middle of the afternoon OUTSIDE! Stupid!

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Flying Pig Marathon - Relay

First things first, this will be my 1000 post. Nothing special, just normal stuff, but I wanted to call that out.

The first weekend in May was the Flying Pig marathon. I planned on hardly running last week leading up to this, and I managed to follow through on that. I know, hard to believe, right?

Some of the work people and I had been planning to have a team all year (probably since October or so) for the Cincinnati Flying Pig Marathon and we were definitely struggling to find our fourth person. Only about three weeks ago, we heard that one of the QA guys had recently started running and had done a few 5Ks and stuff like that. So we basically cajoled him into joining us. But the more we talked as a group, the more excited he clearly got.

The Flying Pig is a big deal to me, since it was my first marathon and stuff. Since then, I have been involved in some capacity every year. I ran the 5K when I was pregnant to make sure that I still had some involvement. (The weekend after that preggo Pig 5K was the 5K when I fell and broke my elbow.) And running it in relay form with some of my coworkers/friends, that is even better!
I contacted my high school friend John of Jupmode.com to make us some team t-shirts. Despite my last minute request and payment, he came through for me BIG TIME, and I was able to pick them up when I was in Toledo for the Glass City.  I am THRILLED with how they turned out for us.


So I ran leg 1 of the relay, which included the Northern KY portion. I have obviously run the full course before, but I had completely blocked it out, I guess, not to mention the fact that now, three years later (I ran it in 2012), I am 2 minutes per mile faster on average than I was then. That certainly makes a pretty big difference. I lined up with the 3:30 marathon pace group, figuring that would hold me to my goals out of the gate.
When we took off through downtown, I felt comfortable. Happy. Running. I just love the feeling. And I love it even more as I get faster, because it makes you feel like you are flying. I cruised through downtown and turned onto Gilbert to head up the hill. My memories from running this full marathon in 2012 leave this as the moment that broke me, only 6 miles into the race, and despite the fact that I obviously finished my first marathon, I fell off my goal right at that moment.

But this time, there was no goal. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had a plan to run a BQ time (for me) as a team. So I know that I wanted to stick with about 8s, but I had no idea what to expect, so I did not even wear a watch. But I was just ahead of the pace group, so I knew that I was on pace as I ran into the exchange to find Alex.

After the exchange, I ran back down the hill (it was much quicker than taking the bus) and headed to the finish area to see my teammates arrive and make sure we all connected with each other.

We ended up finishing the race in 3:22:58, which was good enough for 7th in the relay division. BOOM.