“I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for!” Just kidding, I haven’t forgotten. The race is Sunday after all. So here I am, on the cusp of flying off to LA for my second marathon, and I have to admit that I am more nervous, anxious, and terrified for this race than I was my first. Maybe it’s because I have to travel for this race, rather than coming from the comfort of my own home. Maybe it’s because my first marathon went so well that I worry this one will never be able to live up to that experience. Maybe it’s because this week I haven’t been able to get the miles in that I wanted pre-race (um, Colorado, since when do you have freezing rain??). Maybe it’s just a whole barrel full of pre-race jitters, and I just need to get to California to finally settle in and get mentally prepared. If my life were a BuzzFeed quiz, I would select “all of the above.”
I know it’s completely normal to get anxious before a big race. I know I have done all I can to prepare for this race, and now I just have to trust myself that I will be able to make it through. I did run 141.5 miles in the month of January, so my anxiety is not due to lack of trying (and training). I have definitely been reading up on the pre-race nerves, and the biggest key is to not overthink the race. If you know me, you know I overthink most things in my life, so this is a challenge. My favorite Runner’s World article on the subject written by Susan Paul, an exercise physiologist and running coach, focuses on three main methods for calming those pesky nerves.
First, rather than thinking about the entire 26.2 miles in its entirety, think about the race as three separate races, about 9 miles each. The first 9 miles sets the stage, so go easy and figure out your rhythm. It’s about relaxing and allowing your body a true warm up, getting your muscles find the right pace. The second 9 miles can be used to potentially pick up the pace somewhat, but still remain comfortable. Finally, the last 9 miles are all about assessing and focus. It’s a good time to take inventory, see what feels good and find the determination to finish. For me personally those last 3 miles felt the longest, so it will be good if I can conserve enough energy and momentum to carry me through to the finish.
The second method is to make multiple goals for this race, not just one. Personally, a goal for me for every race is to simply finish, and sometimes that’s enough. This time, I am also hoping to finish in at least the same time as my first marathon, if not faster. However, if I am not feeling it, I also have no shame in not pushing it too much. My number one goal for every race I run is for the run to feel good – to find the connection between strength, breathing, rhythm, pacing, and mentality. It’s a hard balance, and my best races have achieved just that.
Her final method is to look beyond the race. I know one of the things I like to keep in mind is what I am going to eat after the race (tacos, anyone?). I love food, so it’s always fun to imagine my post-race meal. I also love chocolate milk, especially after a long run, and knowing there will be a TruMoo station at the finish line might be the incentive I need to keep moving forward. I also have an amazing mini-vacay to look forward to, including Disneyland. Finishing this marathon will make the following few days that much more enjoyable.
I had one last shake out run yesterday, and now rest and stretching are in order between now and Sunday morning! “Here I go again on my own (how weird is this music video?)!”
Day of the Week
Yoga Sculpt, C2 Yoga
What do you do ward off pre-race jitters? Any recommendations when traveling for a marathon? What do you focus on to get you through those final miles of the race?
Motivation is the name of the game. When you find what gets you through, it can absolutely change your perspective, desire, and, in some cases, the outcome of whatever you’re striving to achieve. With my second marathon a mere 9 days away (but who’s counting?), I am trying to muster all the motivation I can find. Going into my first marathon I was motivated by the incredible feat, determination, time and training that went into it, and especially the sense of absolute accomplishment upon crossing that finish line. Now that I have done it once, I know I can accomplish it, but I definitely need a little more drive to get me through.
Training this time around definitely felt different. Early in my training I was wearing shoes that were causing pain in my shins (thankfully not shin splints). My legs were achy and tired after my runs, so I immediately switched back to my beloved New Balance 3190s, which are actually discontinued. Thank you Amazon for having one of the last size 8 pairs of 3190s – your company saved the day! After fixing that issue, I also had a few colds that bogged me down this year, and made fitting in the miles significantly harder. My body was definitely telling me to slow down while my training plan was telling me to speed up.
Once I got over the hump of October, training began to gradually fall into place. Maybe it’s because the marathon sparkle had worn off having already done one, or maybe my body was annoyed at the idea of doing it again, but it really took until my 20 mile run for everything to feel right. Internally I was beginning to worry when my legs and my breathing weren’t in sync, and hoped that it would come together on race day somehow. What made matters somewhat more challenging was all of the snow we had been getting throughout December, covering my trail with snow, slush, ice, and mud. Training on those surfaces is no picnic, and at this stage in the game I really don’t want to risk injury. Which is why I completed my 18 mile run on a treadmill (I absolutely do not recommend this for anyone, talked about boring…) and thought about quitting at mile 11 of my 14 mile taper run last weekend… I didn’t quit, but it was a major mental struggle.
Although I have been excited about the prospect of sea level running with 19 miles of Pacific Ocean views and a maximum elevation gain of 100 feet, it was hard to find the motivation I needed to get through this training cycle. Now with one weekend left of tapering and the race in sight, it’s getting a lot easier to feel the pre-marathon excitement. Not to mention, DISNEYLAND!
So what does one do after a marathon in southern California? Obviously you go to Disneyland. This Disney fan has always been a tried and true Disney World supporter, believing its enormity and plethora of parks made it better than it’s California rival. In the back of my mind, however, I have always wanted to go to Disneyland – to see the original, visit Sleeping Beauty’s castle, and get a sense for where it all began. It will be my hubby’s birthday, so I wasn’t sure if he’d actually want to go. Thankfully I got home from work one day last week and he turned to me and said, “You know, it might be fun to go to Disneyland.” Done and done. Tickets are booked and reservations made – to Disneyland we go!
Here’s a little recap of the last two weeks of training:
Day of the Week
TIU Bombshell Booty, TIU Core on the Floor, TIU Sleek Arms
Any recommendations for this Disneyland novice (we will just be doing Disneyland Park)? If you had one day in Disneyland, what would you do? What motivates you to get through marathon training? Has anyone else ever run 18 miles on a treadmill – isn’t it terrible?
One of my favorite bloggers and amazing sorority sisters, Danielle (aka T-Rex Runner) reported on her Instagram Stories last night that she was attending her first spin class in some time. She got to try out the new CycleBar studio in Greenville, SC, which is part of a chain of studios around the U.S. Over the summer I finally took the plunge and went to my very first spin class, also at CycleBar in the Denver metro area, and boy was I in for a wild ride (literally)!
I wouldn’t particularly call myself an adventurous person. I am very much a creature of habit, and I plan out everything from my vacation leave for the next year (I kid you not, I have it all planned through July) to what I am going to wear tomorrow for work. It usually takes quite a bit of convincing, or at least a solid explanation for me to try something new. When I started running, it was because I had researched the benefits, training plans, and feasibility, along with recommendations from friends and family with detailed accounts of how they got started. Similarly when I started going to yoga sculpt classes, after getting the recommendation from one of my dearest friends and workout buddies, I had her explain the flow, the types of exercises and her own experiences with excellent precision. I wouldn’t say I am a control freak… maybe more like a control enthusiast.
So when my friend, Samantha, came to visit over the summer, she being a certified cycling instructor, I made her go with me to my very first cycle class. I can’t lie, it terrified me. Maybe I had visions of that episode of the “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” in my head, or the fact that I didn’t even learn to ride a bike until I was 13 thanks to my neighbor, Lauren, but whatever it was, I assumed this would end me.
Everyone should go to their first cycle class with a certified instructor. It’s the best ever. Samantha showed me how to set up my bike, explained tap backs, the positions on the handle bars, the push-ups and side-to-side movements, and everything in between. She even explained not only how to clip in, but how to unclip from the bike (which after an intense class with very wobbly legs is easier said than done).
Cycling is such an incredible form of cross-training that has been essential in my marathon training plan. Furthermore, cross training is a huge component for any runner, enhancing power, efficiency and very often speed. It also helps prevent injuries by balancing the muscles you utilize. Check out this awesome article by Runner’s World about the eight major benefits of cross training. I know that for me personally the combination of yoga, sculpt classes, Zumba and cycling, it’s significantly improved my endurance and speed in running.
These classes typically flow between speed work and endurance (“hill” climbs). The higher your resistance, the harder it is to pedal, and it can mimic an actual hill climb. The playlist is crucial to a good class. The songs themselves need to have a great and easy to find rythm that dictate the RPM (revolutions per minute). The faster the beat, the higher the RPM, and often lower the resistance. The slower the beat, the lower the RPM, and the higher the resistance. You get the idea. A great class flows through these two ideas, and even better, can utilize one song to work for both concepts.
Sweating it out, CycleBar style.
Since my first class back in July, I have begun cycling more, both at CycleBar, as well as StarCycle, another national chain of cycling studios. The two are quite different in their approach. CycleBar is more about stats, technology, and a modern club-like atmosphere. CycleBar tends to be more about the community, skill-building, and personal experience. Both are amazing for different reasons, and both have given me an amazing workout. Depending on your preference, there is a cycling studio out there for you too! I definitely know this to be true, because I somehow managed to convince the hubs to join me (he too was a novice cycling class participant), and now he keeps ending up with the highest stats in the class!
What cycling studios do you like? Do you prefer your classes to be more about stats and competition, or to maximize your own ride?
I know, I dropped the ball a bit on posting this. To be fair, I did begin this post the day after the marathon, but as we all know, life happened. So here I am, not quite two months later revisiting my favorite race I have ever run…
So many people told me that it would change my life forever. They told me I would be hooked, and I would immediately want to do more. That crossing that finish line would be the beginning of something amazing, not the end. They were right.
I can now call myself a marathoner, and to say it has changed me would be an understatement. It’s been an emotional, time-intensive, not always pretty roller coaster ride. The amount of training, cross-training, food and time that went into this one day is almost comical to think of now. Did I mention food? Was it worth it? Ten thousand times yes.
To say I was lucky would be 100% accurate. To say I was well prepared would also be absolutely true. May 15th was the combination of both elements: a solid training plan and preparation, perfect weather conditions, ideal speed and pacing, incredible support before, during and after the race (both on and along the course), a wonderful and exciting home-town course, and the list goes on. The 2016 Colfax Marathon, for me, was the perfect race.
I know there are a lot of factors outside my control on race day. As runners, we know that every run is different and you absolutely cannot predict how you will feel throughout the race. I have thanked my lucky stars over and over again that I felt great, set a great pace that I was able to maintain for almost the entire race, and I experienced no real pain. Occassional discomfort is a given when pounding the pavement for over 26 miles, but I am grateful for no pain.
The week leading up to the race was amazing. I got in some last great miles, focused on toning and strengthening through Core Power Yoga Sculpt and Tone It Up workouts, tried to get more sleep and stayed on track with a good diet. The nerves definitely set in throughout the week, and by Friday it was all I could think about.
Day of the Week
3.25 mile run
3.65 mile run
TIU Beach Bod, TIU K&K Slay, TIU Tush it Real Good, TIU Toned Arms
3.77 mile run
3.71 mile run
RACE DAY BABY
Colfax Marathon: 26.43 mile run
Thankfully my boss let us leave a bit early the Friday before the race, so I dashed over
to the Health and Fitness Expo, housed at none other than Mile High Stadium!! I met up with a few amazing Oiselle ladies whom I met through Instrgram to comemorate the event. Their first marathon experience was the Colfax Marathon in 2015, so they have been amazing guides and friends to me throughout this process. I’d never been inside the stadium until that day, and the expo was located on the United Club Level. Walking through the expo felt like a dream. I sampled some awesome items from Clif, purchased a Colfax Marathon hat and half-zip, and claimed mine and the hub’s bibs and tech shirts.
After the expo, we of course took some epic photos outside the stadium, and then meandered over to Strange Brewing Company for a couple of celebratory beers. The Grapefruit IPA is absolutely delicious and I highly recommend it. This was just what I needed to calm some of my nerves, before heading off to Patxi’s for a delicious whole wheat salsiccia pizza and a glass of Meiomi.
The next day I did very little, which was absolute perfection. I started my morning with a relaxing breakfast and puppy cuddles. I sat down to watch
the highly recommended “Spirit of the Marathon” documentary, which follows the training journey of 6 inspiring athletes as they prepare for the Chicago Marathon. What I loved most is that the documentary focused on both elite athletes as well as regular runners of all ages, races, backgrounds, and experiences. Talk about a major motivator. If you haven’t watched this before a race, it’s a complete must-do. I spent the afternoon doing a few quick errands, and then I met up with an incredible group of runners for a delicious dinner at Firenze a Tavola in the Highlands. The Pappardelle con Cinghiale with their homemade pasta and wild boar ragu was to die for, and made for the perfect carbo-load pre-race dinner.
Race day started at 3:45am for my morning wake-up call. I was able to sleep fairly well the evening prior, in spite of some seriously weird dreams (broken legs… yikes!). I had everything ready to go: my outfit, my water bottle and accoutrements, my shoes, my throw-away, and our gear check bag. The hubs and I awoke and assembled our items with groggy acceptance, and left the house at 4:35am. Thankfully we live about 15 minutes south of the starting point at City Park, and could park easily on the south side of Colfax so as not to be caught up in the road closures.
We waited in the car for about 15 minutes before making the 15 minute trek to the northeast corner of City Park, near the Nature and Science Museum. We dropped off our gear check bag and met up with one of my runspirations and some of her incredible running friends, with whom I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to meet.
We were in corral F this year, so it didn’t take too much longer after the first wave to set off. Oddly at that moment I felt incredibly comfortable and sure of my journey. I knew the destination, and all that was between me and victory was 26.2 miles. Over the past 18 weeks I had put in over 400 miles, so this was just a drop in the bucket. I started off feeling great, though quickly realized a bathroom break would be in my near future. I’d been very determined to hydrate all morning, but the nervous bladder wasn’t feeling that. So at mile 2 I dashed to the porta potties for the quickest bathroom break of my life while the hubs traversed onward.
The first 10K took us out of City Park and onto Colfax up until Speer Boulevard, at which point we ran through the firehouse and made our way onto the Cherry Creek Trail. At the base of the trail I experienced my first sighting with my best friend Tessa and her roommate and equally amazing friend Kristin. Kristin, I should mention, is a beast and a HUGE source of inspiration for me. She has run Boston twice and is a truly an incredible runner, and person. Seeing Tessa and Kristin there cheering me and all the other runners on at 6:30am meant the WORLD to me. After passing them I definitely teared up with love and excitement.
This section of the first 10K took us along the Cherry Creek and Platte River, and is my weekly training path. It felt like home, and was just the boost I needed. A little familiarity can go a long way. Tessa and Kristin biked down the other side of the trail to meet us again as we turned left from Cherry Creek to the Platte River. Best cheering squad EVER. After passing Elitch Gardens theme park, we turned left towards the Broncos Stadium at Mile High. Running through major sports stadiums might be my favorite thing ever (um, hello Homerun for the Homeless 5K and Bolder Boulder 10K), and is just such an amazing feeling.
After this point we ran out of the stadium, wrapped around the parking lot, and turned right onto Colfax again (appropriately named marathon, I think). This section was up-hill, but I was still feeling great so I kept on running. We eventually turned right to head towards Sloane’s lake, a great trail surrounding the lake on the edge of the Highlands. The west side of the lake has a perfect vista of the Denver skyline, which I first experienced my first year running the Rock ‘N’ Roll Denver Half Marathon in 2014. Around the lake they had the Chinese Dragon dancers performing for the runners. Tessa and Kristin popped up yet again, and it was at this point I started pacing Jared, a dentist from Florida who is also a Denver transplant. He and I ran together for quite a while, so we chatted it up.
After returning to Colfax for a short stint, we entered into Lakewood and again turned right to run through the Rocky Mountain School of Art campus and some Lakewood neighborhoods. Some hills reared their ugly heads, but thankfully Tessa and Kristin appeared just in time! At about mile 14 Jared and I parted ways so I could run up the hill into the quaint Lakewood suburbs. I walked for a bit to partake in my Vanilla Bean GU, and heard my name by a passing runner. My friend Dana was running the relay, which tracks the same course as the marathon. I was able to catch up with her for a short time and chat about her recent engagement and puppy, before dashing off as we turned east on Colfax.
The next section from mile 16 through 19 was spent fairly solitary but completely peaceful. The city was just beginning to wake up and there were plenty of people cheering along the sides of Colfax. And thankfully this entire section is downhill! Little victories. I flew down Colfax in a blur, and turned back towards Broncos Stadium. Prior to running into the stadium, the race team errected an actual wall just prior to mile 20 that you can literally hit. Needless to say I did just that, and can thankfully say I didn’t hit any figurative walls the entire run.
Finally we reentered Mile High, and it was here I met Sam, who was running his first marathon in 24 years. He and I ran together through the stadium, and after exiting Tessa and Kristin greeted us one more time (THEY ARE THE BEST). We turned back onto the Platte River trail and chatted about our motivations and what gets us through. His daughter was graduating that day, and he had determined to run Colfax for her.
After departing the Cherry Creek trail, Sam and I separated and I ran onwards up Lawrence Street to then make the final major turn onto 17th street. This would essentially take us back to City Park, where the finish line awaited. After crossing Broadway, 17th boasts quite a nice hill. I ran up half, walked the rest, and then kept on running. Honestly I could walk the hill faster than I could run it, and it was a fantastic stretch for the hammies. By this time I had less than a 5k left to go.
I began looking around at the people left around me, a mixture of the Urban 10 milers, relay participants, and the determined marathoners. Suddenly I looked to the right and there was the hubs! I arrived at the right time for us both, and we were able to finish those last few miles together. This, for us both, was perfection. Coming into City Park, I heard a shoutout and turned around to see my friend Perri, Dana’s sister, a transplant from the East Coast like me! She had finished the half marathon like a champ and gave me the last boost I needed. After turning a corner, Kristin showed up one more time on her bike, and just ahead was the finish!!
Crossing that finish line was one of the best moments of my life. Immediately a rush of emotion fell over me. I had never before had such an incredible race experience. I had never run this far in my life. And better still, I was able to cross the finish line with my best friend and love of my life. The culmination of thoughts, emotions and knowledge of success made all of the miles, all of the struggle and self doubt, and all of the times I wanted to quite worthwhile.
Throughout my journey, my girlfriends from the east coast continued to text me and virtually cheer me on. They were all tracking my time and sending me words of love and excitement. My family, too, texted me with notes of encouragement. The support I received throughout this entire process is undeniable and something I don’t think I will ever fully be able to express. When I think about what got me through, it was because of the love and dedication from each and every one of them.
As you know, food had become a major priority to me during my training. Honestly, it
also became a major thorn in my side. I had, however, been imagining for months my first meal post marathon. I really wasn’t sure how I would feel once I was done. I definitely was looking forward to food, but wasn’t voracious either. After we picked up our drop bag, Robbie and I slowly moved towards our car. Tessa and Kristin met us at Benny’s, our favorite local Tex Mex restaurant in Governor’s Park. To say I ordered a burrito bigger than my face might be an understatement. The sad part is that I have CRUSHED this burrito in the past, but that day, I was only destined for three quarters of it. Oh well, it was delicious all the same.
After we drove home, the hubs and I got cleaned up and promptly passed out on the couch. The day ended with some incredible Cuban food, and an early bed time. Recovery over the next few days was actually easier than I had imagined. By Tuesday I was completely back to normal and actually went for a short jog on Wednesday. Since then I have participated in the BolderBoulder 10K, the Liberty Run 4 Miler, and the Sand Creek Half Marathon and still feel amazing. Is another marathon in my future? Absolutely!! I am just not sure which one yet….
Patience is a virtue I could probably do without. Waiting is definitely one of the hardest parts. I am probably particularly bad at waiting, given that I am a ridiculous planner. I have the next four months planned out, and probably some key weekends in the months following that. It’s what I do and who I am, and I love my calender for that reason. But having to wait for something you’ve been anticipating greatly for the past 18 weeks is especially hard. And I am growing more impatient by the second!
The Colfax Marathon, Denver’s currently only marathon, takes place this Sunday. Come 6:00am MST I will be (hopefully) ready and raring to go! Since January when I committed myself to training for this race, it’s seemed like such a distant dream, and almost unattainable. With my longest training runs behind me, and the longest run of my life ahead of me, I just want to be in it and doing it.
The past two weeks have been a huge whirlwind of events and excitement. Two
weeks ago my parents were in town while my dad attended a conference in Broomfield, Colorado. Work has been picking up with the semester ending and new student orientation sessions. I spent this past weekend celebrating one of my bestie’s birthdays by participating in the Homerun for the Homeless 5K, and I also celebrated one of my running buddy’s upcoming nuptials. Thankfully these have all combined to be nice distractions, but now that it’s the week of the race, it’s all I can think about.
I suppose it’s not a matter of whether or not I can do it at this point. I feel good, my body is strong, I am fueling it well, I could always use more sleep, I’ve incorporated cross training, and I have the miles in me. Now it’s just putting all the pieces together on race day. You never know what each race day will be like, but all you can do is prepare yourself as much as possible and stay positive. That of course doesn’t mean I won’t hit a wall or think about stopping. But it does mean I have to push myself beyond those negative forces and know that I can do it.
I am so blessed that I have had so many amazing people cheering me on throughout this process, from my closest friends and family, to complete strangers. Some of my favorite moments included a mid-week lunch run high-five from a random passerby on the trail, to finally meeting one of my Instragram runspirations for a weekend run, and all the moments in between.
As I pick up my packet (and hubby’s too) later today, I think it will finally hit me that this is real. I’ve been a bundle of nerves all week, but knowing it’s happening will likely make me feel better. I cannot guarantee this Sunday will be the best race of my life, or even in the top ten. What I can guarantee is that I will try my hardest. I will strive to endure and cross that finish line. And no matter what, I hope to become a marathoner.
Anyone else running a marathon this weekend? Any recommendations for a first time marathoner? What do you do to prepare for race day? What is your favorite post-marathon meal (can you tell I am always hungry?)?
It’s hard to imagine that the Colfax Marathon is in 16 days – just two and a half weeks from now. It feels like the last 15 weeks have simultaneously flown by and trudged slowly on. My 18 week plan is nearing its end, and I never thought I would really make it to this point.
Last weekend, one weekend off of my original plan, I completed my longest run to date – exactly 20 miles. What an incredible sensation to see double digits starting with a 2 on my Garmin. To say it’s been a long road would be incredibly accurate, and also quite literal. When I first began running in 2013, I could barely run a full mile without stopping, and it was well over a 10 minute per mile pace. Now, I can easily run a 10k in less than an hour. To actually see and feel that kind of progress is just mind-boggling and humbling. Every step I take brings me one step closer to my goal. And after May 15th, who knows what new goals I will set for myself.
Over the past two weeks I might have been a little overzealous. The weekend I was originally supposed to run my 20 miler Denver got a lovely spring weekend snowstorm. While the city itself didn’t get much accumulation, where I live we had 8 inches of snow and slushy-icy roads. At this stage of the game, I absolutely don’t want to risk it, so I had to forgo running that weekend. Instead I planned to fit it in the following weekend. Here’s the challenge: I had already planned to run the Cherry Creek Sneak 10 miler and was participating on behalf of CU Denver, my employer. It wouldn’t be good to back out, but how could I fit in 20 miles?
The rational answer would be to run the race, and fit in another 10 miles that day. Of course, it makes sense. Your body still gets 20 miles in a day, so it applies towards the mileage you need to complete. Well, why would I do something that makes sense? When I asked the hubs what he wanted to do, he said simply, “Why don’t we run 20 miles on Saturday and then the 10 mile race on Sunday?” 30 miles, one weekend. Challenge accepted.
There is something about hitting your longest run before the race that seems so surreal.
It’s absolutely a mental game by that point. If I can run 18 miles and feel amazing, I can absolutely run 20 miles. It’s not much further, and what’s left is proper fueling, rest, stretching, and mental preparation. Going into the run, I knew I wanted it to be done, but more importantly, I wanted to feel good. I have been using Gu Vanilla Bean and Clif shot bloks during my runs, and that seems to get me through. I still daydream about bananas by mile 12 (if you don’t know, I have a banana obsession…), but it could be much worse. Thankfully I also have a great training trail, the Highline Canal Trail, which spans 71 miles across the front range and has an entrance conveniently 0.8 miles from my front door. It’s also a great trail as it has very few street crossings, and some conveniently located bathrooms en route (wow have those come in handy). I won’t ever say that 20 miles is easy, but I completed those twenty miles with a respectable 10:34 pace, and generally felt good.
Now waking up the next morning and realizing I had to do half of that was another story.
The Cherry Creek Sneak is an awesome local race that features a 1.5 mile fun run, as well as 5k, 5 mile, and 10 mile distances. When I signed up I assumed this would be the beginning of my tapering, so 10 miles made the most sense. The 10 mile race began first at 7:30am in the Cherry Creek area of Denver. I ran this race last year, and thankfully, there was no rain and the weather was true perfection. I arrived about 10 minutes before we were set to begin, which was perfect for this type of local race. Just enough time to get psyched, but not enough time for my legs to get cold and tight.
I really love this course. The race begins just off of 1st Avenue in the heart of Cherry Creek, heads to the east towards Colorado Boulevard, and then veers back towards 1st Avenue to then connect with Downing Street. The 10 miler takes runners through Cheeseman Park and has a decent stretch along 7th Avenue, before heading back down Downing and ending along 1st Avenue. The race went smoothly enough, and I finished in 1:41:33 with a 10:09 pace, which included a stop on course to take off my long sleeve cover up. In less that 24 hours, I ran 30 miles. The real victory? I can still walk (and run!) and I am not sore. I will take that, and dare I say, run with it.
All that’s left at this point is another 10k between me and my (current) ultimate goal of finishing my first marathon. I really never imagined I would ever do one, nor could I have imagined the incredible work that goes into training for one. But here I am, a mere 16 days away. Just me and another six point two to victory.
Day of the Week
4.2 mile run
4.2 mile run
3.64 mile run
3.61 mile run
TIU Beach Bombshell, TIU Sunkissed Abs
3.2 mile run
4.1 mile run
Tone HIIT Up, TIU Bikini Body Routine, TIU Bikini Arms
4.1 mile run
3.69 mile run
20 mile run
10.07 mile run
How many miles has been your major goal? Ever attempted back to back long runs? What are your favorite recovery tricks? How is your marathon training going?
A few weekends ago I found myself in the heart of my old “hometown,” if you can call D.C. a hometown, of course. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Or when in D.C., run around the monuments and pretend you’re in Rome. Whatever works, right? I had been really looking forward to an amazing 18 mile run around Washington D.C.’s scenic National Mall, the tidal basin, and all the monuments along the way. Of course I am incredibly stereotypical and love the Lincoln monument, with the views across the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool and the National Monument standing majestically in the distance. It really does feel like you’re on the set of “House of Cards” or something, and I can’t get enough of the history (however short our nation’s history is in the grand scheme of things).
While I lived in the D.C. metro area, I really wasn’t in to running. It seemed like a chore rather than therapeutic. What’s the point in running if you aren’t running to or from something? Well, obviously I have matured from that point. Or something… But regardless, I feel like I may have missed an awesome opportunity, minus the humidity, propensity for rain, and incessant bug population. Oh, and lots of tourists.
The main problem with continuing marathon training in another place, however, is you don’t really know where you’re going. Before travelling to Naples, FL, I meticulously mapped out numerous run options before hand and checked in with my in-laws for recommendations. With D.C., however, I had built in trainers (thank you, Ms. BakeNBurn and Justine!) with extensive knowledge of the area, terrain, and mileage. Literally I just had to follow along (which can be dangerous when you resolve to do 10 miles and your friends want to push you to at least 12, it’s because they love me, I know…).
The morning of our run was windy and rainy, and I had worried that thunderstorms or excessive wind would prevent me from venturing out. Thankfully the skies magically cleared up just as we got into D.C. from Northern Virginia. I started my run expecting it to be chilly, rainy and overcast, and instead it was gorgeous! We parked along West Potomac Park, on the edge of the Lincoln Memorial. From this point you can run in so many different directions – towards the National Mall, the other monuments, the Tidal Basin, or everyone’s favorite: Hains Point.
We began by running (and Samantha biking) directly to the Lincoln Memorial. From there, excessive touristy photo-taking inevitably occurred. We then continued along the outside edge of the Reflecting Pool (no bikes allowed on the main pathway), and made our way along the roadway surrounding the National Monument. What I didn’t account for is that because it was spring break for much of the country, and the cherry blossoms were in bloom that week, there were people absolutely everywhere! Sometimes I forget that D.C. is actually a tourist destination.
As we neared the Washington Monument and crossed over 14th Street, we veered
towards the National Mall. This is possibly my favorite spot in D.C. (stereotypical, I know), nestled between the National Monument and the Capitol Building, sprinkled with some of the world’s best museums (all of which are FREE!). It’s hard not to fall in love with this city when you are walking through so much history. The mall itself is currently being renovated, with a new type of turf and drainage system – a long overdue repair, in my opinion. The mall was fittingly littered with sight-seers and tourists, as well as plenty of fellow runners and fitness enthusiasts. I was naturally in my element.
We ran the perimeter of the mall, crossed back over 14th Street, and turned to the right side of the monument’s encircling pathways. Finally we found a grotto of nearly perfect cherry blossoms! Most of the trees had shed much of their blooms by the time I had arrived, but this group was perfect. So of course Samantha rode her way through them and I got my photo op. I feel like each time I have returned in the month of April I miss the blossoms, so this pretty much made my day.
We finally made our way back to the reflecting pool and met up with Justine at that point. I might have guilted/coerced/begged her to come run with me. Whatever the case, she joined along as we finished the run. We got a little side-tracked and ended up along the tidal basin overlooking the Jefferson Monument, but got back on course to begin the final stint of the run. And at this point, we had saved the best for last (do you sense a hint of sarcasm?): Hains Point! YAAAAAY!
Here’s my perception of Hains Point – it isn’t so bad. It’s a long narrow point in the middle of the Potomac and is wrapped with water on both sides. It’s scenic, flat, and a golf course runs through the middle of it. People either hate or love Hains Point. For me it was enjoyable because it was, as I mentioned, extremely flat, and offered gorgeous views with a nice, hefty breeze. Those who are on the loathing camp typically dislike Hains Point because in some circumstances it can seem rather boring. Almost every major race in D.C. uses Hains Point because it is easy for zoning purposes and gets more mileage with little hassle. I personally like that there aren’t that many people, significantly less traffic (almost none), and it really is an easy way to fit in more miles. Samantha, my fearless leader, feels the same way, while Justine could do without it. At Samantha’s suggestion/mandate, I ran down Hains Point and back, Justine begrudgingly yet oh-so-kindly came along for the first half before heading to the car. So what I thought would be about 10 miles turned into 12.31, and I am better for it. I tip my hat to you, Hains Point.
Okay, so I didn’t get in my 18 miles that day, but I did last weekend. Not quite the scenic 18
I was hoping for, but my view isn’t all that bad either. With snow clouding this weekend’s forecast, I am not sure I will be able to fit in my longest run (I am hoping for 20-22 miles), so I may have to be flexible and move it to the following weekend. Thankfully I have 4 full weekends left of training, and that should give me a bit of cushion before the marathon on May 15th. EEEEK! ONE MONTH!
The weekend itself was a wonderful success celebrating Christine, the beautiful bride-to-be! Saturday we spent much of the day meandering through Virginia wine country, with stops at Sunset Hills Vineyards, Notaviva Vineyards, and Breaux Vineyards. The wines were wonderful, and the company even better. Sunday we hosted the bridal shower, which was a gorgeously themed bridal tea brunch! Anytime you put tea and brunch together, it’s got to be amazing, right? We made lots of scrumptious goodies, had mimosas, and of course, tea. But nothing is better than celebrating an amazing friend as she nears her wedding day!
Here are the details for my training plan for the past two weeks. After returning from Virginia I listened to my body and took a much needed break. I was pretty tired after a busy weekend of celebrations, so it was nice to have time to focus on me. And getting plenty of rest didn’t hurt either. I think it helped make my 18 miles last Sunday so incredible. I felt pretty amazing throughout, which I am hopeful is a good sign for the road ahead.
Day of the Week
4.01 mile run
4.02 mile run
4.03 mile run
TIU Band Workout x 2, 100 jumping jacks
12.31 mile run
4.1 mile run
4.14 mile run
2.52 mile run
3.12 mile run
18 mile run
Where is your favorite place to run? Have you ever been able to run around D.C.? Who else loves running during their travels?