tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37187039973627732812024-02-18T19:34:20.647-08:00Running at the beach with sand in my shoes."Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives....."ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-18019223946781835102021-12-08T16:01:00.000-08:002021-12-08T16:01:41.603-08:00What is that Smell?ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-16814029012227592622009-12-03T17:39:00.000-08:002009-12-03T21:18:12.198-08:00ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-12998460126724099832009-05-17T17:00:00.000-07:002009-05-17T17:16:15.977-07:00Yuck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeiMCkXDQspBcklSKJKjtvj53MM0H4ojAjyM8kkbiWZl6Ue7cT5gca1zENWp1qBxWCe5hUYDcX7f_UaNoBFWe8wjuYMxYPdVIgn_l9_1DV4iSHI8y8t_ZjxFdbLQQuIwe34X-6sZCIHA/s1600-h/puker.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeiMCkXDQspBcklSKJKjtvj53MM0H4ojAjyM8kkbiWZl6Ue7cT5gca1zENWp1qBxWCe5hUYDcX7f_UaNoBFWe8wjuYMxYPdVIgn_l9_1DV4iSHI8y8t_ZjxFdbLQQuIwe34X-6sZCIHA/s200/puker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336951152285485234" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>This picture pretty much sums up how my run went yesterday. I didn't exactly puke....but my stomach didnt feel too well.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had planed to do my long run of about 10 miles yesterday but the weather has been awful this weekend. I was staring at the radar all morning looking for a window of opportunity to get the run in before the next down pour.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, late in the afternoon I gave up eyeballing the computer and geared up for my run. After the first 2 miles, it started to pour down rain.</div><div><br /></div><div>After 3 miles, my right earbud to my ipod quit. And its still pouring and now Im soaked. I decided not to go 10 miles but maybe just 5.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the rain stopped and I had one working earbud. I decided to go 7.</div><div><br /></div><div>After 4.5 miles I get a stomach cramp....and my shoes feel like brick sponges. It starts pouring again and my ipod quit.</div><div><br /></div><div>After 5.2 miles, I have a cramp in my stomach so bad I have to stop. Am I actually getting runner's trots?? I NEVER get runner's trots!</div><div><br /></div><div>I start to run after the cramp subsides. It starts pouring down rain again. I see another runner with his dog at mile 5.8 and he says "Sure does feel good doesn't it??" Right....</div><div><br /></div><div>I hit 6 miles and now Im praying that I can make it home without having an accident because the cramps are really killing me and my legs hurt and I'm sick of it all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mile 7 and I stop. But...Im still about .30 miles from home. I walk. I walk the walk of survival because I know that if I dont get to the house soon....well.....Im gonna have my first ever accident.</div><div><br /></div><div>I get to the house and make it to the potty wet self and all......</div><div><br /></div><div>It was the suckiest most awful run ever. And its raining still today....and I didn't get to redeem myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, it's time for a running make over. I went out and bought a roller for my sore hamstrings and glutes. I'm going to eliminate the junky junk food, get more protein in my diet, hit the gym at least once a week and ride my bike. Something has gotta give here because my running has gone down hill since the marathon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to shoot for the Elizabeth River Run 8K next weekend and kick off a new season of training! Hope everyone had a restful and DRY weekend ;-)</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-64842422334337873782009-04-25T05:31:00.000-07:002009-04-25T05:52:44.652-07:00Rescued<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxVMKwZtg_WiqWE2xNsifnrfAPwBYZfo6puN5xFpq-mvK9c4k-NvXSohLvr9ZDcrpjRr0-BYFv63W1ZqkJvLA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>This is basically what has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consuming</span> the majority of my time and energy. This new little bundle of joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brody the golden boy is officially 12 weeks old but we are on our 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> week together and as puppy raising goes....all has gone well.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only thing is that he is SPOILED rotten. Even Bailey didn't get the kind of treatment Brody gets.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brody already sleeps with me and goes EVERYWHERE in the truck with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> have children.....really it was not because I never wanted kids...but I spent many years in a relationship I should have gotten out of. I made a series of bad relationship choices and now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> in my 40's with the perfect man....but it's very questionable on whether well will have kids. A bit risky at my age.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Long story short.....my maternal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">instincts</span> have all been dumped on this puppy so I speak like a googly dumb new mommy in this video and I swear I treat him and talk about him like he was a 2 year old human!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, running has really been tough since <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Shamrock</span>...and not for lack of motivation but damn! It hurts like hell right now! I'm so frustrated too because it just doesn't seem to want to let up. I feel like maybe its just knotted up muscles in my butt....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">that's</span> where all the pain is. My knees, calves and quads are all fine. Just my butt.....ooooh....its so sore still!! I have been getting plenty of rest too.....um slept and fought allergies for the majority of my spring break.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I bagged the 1/2 marathon last weekend and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pussed</span> out of a 10K I was signed up for today. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">I'm</span> just not up to it. Its pitiful.....</div><div><br /></div><div>The weather has turned around on the East Coast FINALLY and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> going to shift gears and start riding my bike.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to work on a running goal....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'm</span> a little lost right now with out a goal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until then.....my time and energies go here-</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A rescued soul....who rescued mine......</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEice_fsQop9k5OCXgbb0tIgQuAyfSOoHz5FNB8WBrxJWMEsC3SKgOdOGeoJzdSpdcNptcMAFaOwusC5V858DmEKE9TZJsfO9gd8HpU7bR0SoN2KGp19wLgERwSxUs65PJiYBF3fL4mYVK4/s400/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328609285442803602" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-37327351937588752622009-04-12T17:41:00.000-07:002022-02-09T17:19:37.367-08:00Better Late then Never.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgWAuNkKK7A8x9izQaimPLj_tejnZe6rWfikVcFwHD0K_P4WoCo_BXzwN6VQh3jnJ5-rsKbaLmYTv9AF_y5lsupn21b_K2J1td7QFJjfa28wKbZkcKcbpRWoSpDI6WDy7khUzvvUyMMc/s1600-h/sham17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983011197315506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgWAuNkKK7A8x9izQaimPLj_tejnZe6rWfikVcFwHD0K_P4WoCo_BXzwN6VQh3jnJ5-rsKbaLmYTv9AF_y5lsupn21b_K2J1td7QFJjfa28wKbZkcKcbpRWoSpDI6WDy7khUzvvUyMMc/s400/sham17.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 384px; width: 256px;" /></a>
Holy late post...it's been three weeks since I ran the Shamrock Marathon.....and really it was certainly a race blog worthy.<div>
</div><div>So, again here is my story in all it's glory and the lessons I learned.</div><div>
</div><div>As far as marathons go.....the "day" itself could not have been more perfect. The temps were in the mid 40's to start and the skies were clear and blue....there was absolutely no wind. So, weather was never ever a factor.</div><div>
</div><div>Nerves, however, were....</div><div>
</div><div>I got to the start line with Running Buddy so full of nerves, I could have lit up the entire city of Virginia Beach....</div><div>
</div><div>And it all started a week prior to the race. </div><div>
</div><div>If you have kept up with my blog, you would know that I had lost my beloved pet companion "Bailey" in January....and I was on a list of potential "adoptive" parents for a puppy from a litter rescued from a puppy farm just an hour outside of were I live. I was on pins and needles to even know if I had been approved to adopt.</div><div>
</div><div>Marathon weekend was more than just about the marathon....it was about the puppy, trying to qualify for Boston....and of course my year long running journey with my running companion....Running Buddy, who was also looking to PR her 2nd marathon.</div><div>
</div><div>So, you can imagine the mental wreck I was at the start line.</div><div>
</div><div>Time marched on....and the gun went off. </div><div>
</div><div>I had made the decision to stay in between the 3:40 and 3:50 pace group....which in the end bit me in the ass.</div><div>
</div><div>First of all, the 3:50 pacer started off WAY too fast....like at an 8:15 pace for the first 5k. It scared me and about a half dozen others in the group. But, luckily, the lead guy realized his speed and slowed drastically which pushed me about 30 sec. ahead of the group overall by the first 10K.</div><div>
</div><div>And that is where I stayed for the entire run.....until.....mile 22. </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323982644962901410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBm3KpJLx_7doTg0yuBLIgHCbIgkLVsyuA8VCxsMfUETfAw4APxuDmUYJo_IGROuUwN7QjNMkX3PtzWVddVCKC7V2UhjNEntsxZlKbfNOOalLaI4MuUUgV7Rl_GgLpKhECpCVjwt1KcxQ/s400/sham11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 388px; width: 257px;" />
</div><div>This is officially, where my race and fight for the BQ time began.</div><div>
</div><div>Friends....for all of the first 21 miles, I was in an awesome place.....felt good, strong, confident and steady. I was on my own, but I stayed within a reasonable pace.</div><div>
</div><div>But, by mile 22, I had to start praying. I wouldn't say I "hit the wall" like I did in Outer Banks. I felt ok, tired, but cardio wise, I felt ok. Muscles....well the fight was on. I got a nasty, gnarly and wicked unfamiliar cramp in my right calf. Weird....but painful....</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983003594124226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzpXgyurnJ5rAT3IcFDxLBPcF2xZGLdpZMfhlF9_T-XK5eCVGiVOqf2eHp4gzHJVLPaKiF0q5zLDGDxUBDEOZmaj-Wek0EIJjwoSEoelB7gt3mLrshVKoRu1_JjVz-SMNwKVme2JGW88/s400/sham12.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 390px; width: 257px;" /></div><div>
</div><div>And it slowed me down. It never stopped me....but it slowed me down on the last 4 miles.</div><div>
</div><div>Those last 4 miles were a fight for my life....literally, a fight for my BQ time.</div><div>
</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983008936646290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3zVKRHQbuqS3l4PFgcTNxvzZjHbIuesNRcz0Je1VDe5CQXO7vyCC_oXPNY_xFPHlKBNbeEwTyMCrcyNvThdb2PGkMc1hhr6IBDNs0047xO0fBGHMrriBUV18NxfMO5A9FCn3z_zpvts/s400/sham15.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 384px; width: 257px;" />
</div><div>I have NEVER, pushed and struggled so hard and worked through the worst "charlie horse" in my LIFE!!!</div><div>
</div><div>I used to think that people who got "charlie horse" cramps were crazy...and there I was...on the last 4 miles with a wicked Charlie Horse cramp.</div><div>
</div><div>I struggled and used mental strategies as the 3:50 pace group started closing the gap on me.....closer and closer....mile 24, mile 25 and that group was breathing down my back and my cramp was bringing tears to my eyes. I had not one second to stop, stretch, or catch my breath.....literally, I had to speed up.</div><div>
</div><div>The 3:50 group caught me and passed me on the 26th mile.</div><div>
</div><div>Has it been said that the marathon has been won or lost on the .2 mile? Because mine was WON on that .2 mile.....</div><div>
</div><div>3:50:40....</div><div>
</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983009152812466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW51qKYcAYoa3hBa9jIY_qe8VrEelxlHDg_OC6ltvqTkvuRICq7_YTBtBKB2vRxPkJQPKRNV46qW7xkCpJflVtTsCCtnBkcDSv77KSmJu1JDVx4TJC2LhjVezGLe8qIi_jAJuKLD_t93A/s400/sham14.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 386px; width: 258px;" />
</div><div>
</div><div>But really 3:40:09.....because my chip time and start time are the same and I did NOT start with the gun.</div><div>
</div><div>I only had 19 seconds to spare to qualify for Boston....</div><div>
</div><div>And although I'm proud and happy....it was WAY too close for comfort.</div><div>
</div><div>My training efforts payed off....and despite the emotional loss of my golden retriever pet of 10 years mid way through my training cycle....I pushed through.....with the love and dedication of a good running partner, boyfriend and mother/best friend....I met my goal and qualified for the Boston Marathon.</div><div>
</div><div>Running Buddy still asks me to this VERY day....."do you feel like a different runner now??" and I say...."no....not really..." still I feel very humble.</div><div>
</div><div>But....today.....3 weeks later, recovered, stronger and happier...yeah....I do feel like a different runner...and person....</div><div>
</div><div>Because, I found strength in me that I NEVER thought existed.</div><div>
</div><div>It would have been so easy to quit after I put Bailey to sleep.....</div><div>
</div><div>But I didn't.</div><div>
</div><div>It would have been so easy to quit after I felt so weak...so tired.....and SOOO sad.....</div><div>
</div><div>But I didn't....</div><div>
</div><div>And I won...</div><div>
</div><div>I won the greatest honor a runner can achieve...</div><div>
</div><div>I qualified for the Boston Marathon...</div><div>
</div><div>A 41 year old woman...</div><div>
</div><div>who only ever ran to lose weight...stay in shape...and stay healthy.....</div><div>
</div><div>The dream came true...</div><div>
</div><div>And a stronger runner, more motivated person....more grateful individual had been born.</div><div>
</div><div>Man....did I learn some life lessons.</div><div>
</div><div>Live every day like its your last....sounds so cliche' dear friends....and I used to think I was the poster child of appreciating every moment until my dog died. He was all I had.....then I had nothing. And I didn't know how to go on.</div><div>
</div><div>Run every run like it could be your last......</div><div>
</div><div>You never know when you can't or won't be able to.</div><div>
</div><div>Dig deep into your soul...you are always..... ALWAYS....stronger than you think you are and you can endure more pain than you think you can when your dream is on the line.</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983011988155378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmA76kbNLSD7GNGrqApBW5ssCndYblGyLBuo6RMBzVNHrPN1Uo8o12-nEGwkBaS0uWlKdV-EpWDyetqe-ZaDpkzW-vBOu6V_KtTldrAFpqLxRjGUYdsTovOrkO-xxM46CDw0Ry8qV9TY/s400/sham16.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 386px; width: 257px;" />
</div><div>Am I a different runner now??? As my Running Buddy would ask....and who by the way PR'd by an ENTIRE HOUR (thanks to my special training and dedication to her dream!) and finished 4:14 ( last year her time was 5:12)</div><div>
</div><div>HELL FUCKIN' YEAH I feel different now! I'm goin' to BOSTON BABY!!!!!</div><div>
</div><div> But still, there is a humbleness about me....and a deep appreciation for my own strength...and for the powers above...</div><div>
</div><div>Because not only did I did make the Boston time.....but I was ALSO blessed with a golden retriever puppy marathon weekend. </div><div>
</div><div>I am very happy and satisfied with all the work and efforts......</div><div>
</div><div>I am blessed...</div><div>
</div><div>Thank you blogger friends for all of your kind comments and thoughts through my journey...</div><div>
</div><div>More great things to come!</div><div>
</div><div>Next weekend....well.....another half marathon I hope to PR by at least one minute!</div><div>
</div><div>Stay tuned!!</div><div>
</div><div>Toodles from the East Coast!!</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-48097416030943057562009-03-22T13:06:00.001-07:002009-03-22T13:11:29.788-07:00Two words.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3DHOc8Vu-0MIBalW2PwCJbSr2DY7VCP-_TI-CAijzG1Z8IqvpItLAXoTbixzgt87b3tYiKoV9t9vmyzwfQzkPY2-X2hvU_8A4gGzN_kPh_2qXIGcDls6kuR2hSIn8qyNvzbSWDTMKxE/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3DHOc8Vu-0MIBalW2PwCJbSr2DY7VCP-_TI-CAijzG1Z8IqvpItLAXoTbixzgt87b3tYiKoV9t9vmyzwfQzkPY2-X2hvU_8A4gGzN_kPh_2qXIGcDls6kuR2hSIn8qyNvzbSWDTMKxE/s400/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316106312191789570" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">BOSTON QUALIFIED!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div>It wasn't easy and it was close....3:50:09...thank goodness they take up to :59 seconds past the qualifying time. That was the hardest race EVER.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> made me this T-Shirt.....and I can't wait to crack open the champagne tomorrow with her! Right now, its all about the beer and the relief. Full race report tomorrow as I have taken the day off from work! It was an interesting race.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for all the kind comments and support friends!!! It sure is nice to be a part of such a tight nit community of runners!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-33836665611434196642009-03-21T06:32:00.000-07:002009-03-21T07:02:06.386-07:00One Deep Breath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHY1dj2rpSN5lJ7VEi5A4sJogzH8am8g_-6eisIxDrNwz1QsTVMYt2rVRRtEbIXSKIgbeOkBIQJsTUDTQLmpQnKu7ZwyQCrbhxQBtu87XdXH8eHF-cCjoO_JsX54DJrVIG2nKjiLbNis/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHY1dj2rpSN5lJ7VEi5A4sJogzH8am8g_-6eisIxDrNwz1QsTVMYt2rVRRtEbIXSKIgbeOkBIQJsTUDTQLmpQnKu7ZwyQCrbhxQBtu87XdXH8eHF-cCjoO_JsX54DJrVIG2nKjiLbNis/s400/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315636740094950722" /></a><br />I can't believe that tomorrow is almost here....as in tomorrow I will be running my 7th marathon. This time, it's not about "just finishing" but about racing. I have never in my life "raced" a marathon but this time it's real. I'm still a little on the fence about my pace but I'm shooting for an 8:40 mpm which should bring me in just under the 3:50 finish time I need for Boston.<div><br /></div><div>To say I'm nervous is putting it so mildly that it's almost not worth mentioning.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to the expo yesterday to get my number and chip and of course do a little frivolous spending....by the way I found a very cute podium jacket with the<a href="http://www.shamrockmarathon.com/site3.aspx"> </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a href="http://www.shamrockmarathon.com/site3.aspx"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Shamrock</span></a></span> logo.....makes me feel "elite" Ha! </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, as I was wandering around the expo with purchases in hand, I came across a vendor who was selling t-shirts that said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One Deep Breath</span>" and in an oval surrounding the saying are some other motivating quotes such as "keep life simple, enjoy every moment" etc. Well, it certainly caught my eye as I have been sweating and sitting on pins and needles all week.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it really that simple to just take "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">one deep breath</span>"? </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, it really IS that simple to take one deep breath today.....because each time I do, I feel just a little more relaxed and a little less stressed and it reminds me to just breathe and enjoy. It will be what it is....no matter what I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, a few mantras to take with me tomorrow.....thank you to the <a href="http://therunninglaminator.blogspot.com/">Laminator</a> and <a href="http://frayedlaces.blogspot.com/">Frayed Laces</a> for "Don't Deny Your Awesomeness" and I will remind myself at the start and throughout the race to take "<a href="http://www.onedeepbreath.co.uk/">One Deep Breath</a>."</div><div><br /></div><div>It has been one <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HELL</span> of a journey since my running of the Shamrock last year at this time with my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> who is also stressing and nervous. I realized just how much I have been through emotionally and physically and I know in my heart I am a much stronger woman for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here I go ready or not!!! And the weather?? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">P-E-R-F-E-C-T</span>!!!! 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Yes, running in the freezing rain. I suffered through weather conditions that would send most normal minded people onto their couch all day with a good movie or book. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure the word "miserable" does me justice when I describe how I felt running my 20 miler in the rain on Saturday.</div><div><br /></div><div>The forecast was for a coastal storm to start creeping up through the Carolinas this weekend and it all began Saturday morning. I got awake to darkening skies....and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I both had our last long run scheduled for that morning. We had not planned to run together, but we both knew the impending conditions. Neither of us wanted to suffer alone. So after a few texts and some last minute planning, we made it out to the official starting point of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Shamrock Marathon</span> ready to simulate 20 miles on the course. As soon as I picked <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> up, the rain started.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily for us, it was an easy start with the wind to our backs and we were both pretty well layered (another plug for that very cool <a href="http://ecrunnergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-funk-and-onto-road.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nike jacket</span></a> I bought a while back). We made it about 9 miles until we hit the boardwalk into the wind and that's when the misery started.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wind must have been blowing 10-15 mph steady with gusts up to 20 and the rain was beating us to death. We ran about 20 streets up the boardwalk and exited onto the trolley lane heading to the north end. That was around mile 12. By this time, things were starting to get really tough.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I trudged up towards the north end in blustery wind driven rain. By mile 14, we were soaked, tired and hungry so we stopped to eat. More trouble began as we tried to start back up and my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> got panicked over being cold and wet. She says "Kelly! I'm miserable!" We really didn't have much further to go and we were not far from the car on the turn around, so, after asking "What would YOU do??"....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> put on the tough girl panties and made it all the way to the turn around with a potty break near the end.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, what defines us as hardcore runners? Probably more adverse conditions than I could list in my post. I know that my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> has suffered through major bouts of trots and hydration issues and now she has learned to brave the elements. She is becoming hardcore.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I realized something about myself on that miserable run on Sunday....3 hours in 40 degree temps with wind and rain. I discovered that I have strengthened my ability to endure pain and misery. I guess you just do as a result of running which inflicts some pain on you most of the time. But the will to go on when the conditions just SUCK.....that's strength I never thought I had.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I like to think that yeah, I'm a bit crazy and obsessed in my running....but I've become a little more hardcore.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Miserable highlights</span></span></span>:</div><div>1. Major boob burn from a soaking wet bra that has now turned into a dry scab ouch</div><div>2. Hands so cold from wet gloves, I started to see stars</div><div>3. Hallucinated a port a john that actually turned out to be a transit bus...hell they were the same color.</div><div>4. Drymax socks WORK! Hey, the socks were soaked and I swear it never felt like it.</div><div>5. The Nike Jacket stayed dry for about 15 miles...but then it was a wet rag. </div><div>6. My Nike Livestrong capris beaded the rain the entire 20 miles and ended up winning the "driest piece of clothing" award from yours truly.</div><div>7. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The mind can talk the body into anything the heart has the will to do</span></span>.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">just believe in the run. </span>(That's my feeble attempt to get all deep and philosophical) </div><div><br /></div><div>So, that's the story in all its glory....time for taper!</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-22977456576489543162009-02-26T19:37:00.000-08:002009-02-26T20:04:53.491-08:00Photo MomentsWe are creeping up on the 3 week taper time and oddly, I feel rather calm. Even with my expectations and goals for this upcoming marathon....there is an odd sense of calmness about me. Maybe its after losing Bailey that I have put things in perspective....or maybe I am experiencing delayed onset of marathon nerves....but, I do feel strangely at peace with my running and my expectations for the Shamrock Marathon.<div><br /></div><div>With that being said, thought I might post some pictures from the last of the distance series runs. I just love the folks at Triduo here in old Tidewater...they take awesome pictures, get your pictures posted fast and will even take personal shots of you and your buds at the races if you catch up with one of their photographers and ask. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I call this one "Heh??"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yGdQNAlMMQwIUW4ZyAmTGHozdTxMjSU0hJxj21UhP0Q4mmb6W-IAXk_ZEvRf88lCCF7M3AJZbPzQgFDuvjuht-CeteM1yq1egIgZH1fwzNjM3u770EJnGnYEz1DWPRM6znHbLnP_Txg/s320/kodist3c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307317787977772018" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this one....Could I get any happier??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbz6Vs-ueR7-g1lNR2XrkpnTb_69VGr_S1Tf7mEYOk8kTaj91n-OXGqgD2vOwr7OE1VnFcahRdnDgYMjDj1PnLbay8mBHuNZq1m1PuDn6yvqJqdFf79ihSBfsslfbwLgB3kxvFTFUYVq0/s320/kodist3f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307318090411412578" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Seriously, the story behind this lovely photo goes like this....me and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> New Runner Friend </span>are coming down a hill and I say "Gee I wonder if the photographer will catch my sistas (aka breasts) bouncing up or down...." and the photographer standing on the side of the road says..."for an extra fee we can fix that!" and we all started laughing...hence the way too happy runner look.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Locked, loaded and ready to run....always keeping my goal pace in mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQn7Wx1C5wp_S9Pkuvxt4TxRNROQlyZAeXNoXP8XxeZCDdyUixZxVmKCiFTd8L3JZIId4WkVu1Y0UptWCXzLFg2ZfJ9kCCPiyGNpVelF_hY59L_jLP4QGloda5lBWrbvtypf6mipKJK8/s320/kodist3g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307318822965902098" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy </span>and I have been doing less runs together these days as we have grown apart a little in our distances and paces during these last few weeks. Plus, I haven't been much of a good partner since Bailey died. Running less with my partner feels like a loss to me. And it's just astounding to me how losing the most unconditional love I have ever known (my dog) has knocked me down. Last night, I was thinking how a part of my heart died with Bailey and a piece of me has gone with him. I hate coming home to an empty house and it always brings tears to my eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to <a href="http://samiamfromfattofast.blogspot.com/">Sam I Am</a> who commented the great quote about grieving being like the ocean...like the ebbing and flowing and coming of the waves....that really struck me. Thanks Sam...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This weekend is my last 20 mile run before the marathon. Oddly, Im looking forward to the challenge of the 8:40 min. per mile pace I am supposed to do ....but the weather...it aint lookin' so good as a coastal storm approaches. I will post a report on Sunday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">TGIF friends!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-61550574595942618932009-02-21T17:12:00.000-08:002009-02-21T17:29:03.556-08:00Coming out of the dark<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt7FYBycGoM3A6EPQKgRO9uCVE4ac5HTPU2zpLjKLPkqTY-j0mIdA53q92hBdIOaxQIBIokh91JdJXyeJFb6P9fFJOGgqdYPMB8w1wuNTV9wNrydWTy8U4leZrsUN_kufS5y-FtNf8Cg/s1600-h/dark.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt7FYBycGoM3A6EPQKgRO9uCVE4ac5HTPU2zpLjKLPkqTY-j0mIdA53q92hBdIOaxQIBIokh91JdJXyeJFb6P9fFJOGgqdYPMB8w1wuNTV9wNrydWTy8U4leZrsUN_kufS5y-FtNf8Cg/s200/dark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305426951063708482" /></a><br />I think I may be coming around the bend on this whole grieving process. I still miss Bailey like crazy...but I don't seem to cry as often. Only when certain things pop up and sometimes it still hurts to come home to an empty house.<div><br /></div><div>I did have an interview last week with the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">South Eastern Virginia Golden Retriever Rescue</span> group to see if I would be a good candidate to adopt a puppy from a litter that was born 3 weeks ago. There were 70 golden retrievers rescued from a puppy mill in Suffolk Virginia about a month ago. The story is sad ....but I think I may be able to give one of those goldens a good home. It just might be what I need to heal my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have still been running and I think it's getting a little bit better. I don't dread it as much and I don't get as emotional. It's been the longest and hardest 3 weeks of running and to top it off....I hurt my right knee a little bit at the last distance series....so I have been battling a bit of an injury. To top that one off....I caught my third round of the funk. No surprises there though...we had an epidemic flu outbreak at my school where 10% of our kids were out all in one day not to mention all the teachers including <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> who got the stomach flu version. I just have the upper respiratory annoying stuff. To top of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy's</span> woes...she fell hard like I did when Bailey died. That's a true friend....one that grieves right by your side.</div><div><br /></div><div>We finished the last of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Tidewater Distance Series </span>tune ups today. It was a 30k.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I started together but she dropped back around mile 10 to about a 9 minute mile while I kept up the 8:30 with another runner who was pacing us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today's run was a success and morale booster. We averaged 8:36 for the 30K. The route was hilly and long so I feel good about today's pace. I haven't been doing any track repeats because of my knee but I have kept up with all the long runs and the mid week tempos. Last Saturday, I finished a 20 miler at 8:40...so I haven't lost too much considering I cut back miles and have missed 3 weeks of track repeats. It's all still up in the air.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to all my blogger friends who were so compassionate in your comments regarding my dog Bailey. He meant the world to me and my life hasn't been the same since he died. But I am so grateful for all the kind comments and prayers. Hope you all are having great runs and races and I should be back in action before too long. Only one more week to taper madness!!</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-15884955671440848352009-02-03T19:55:00.000-08:002012-05-09T13:34:01.355-07:00A Golden Angel in Heaven<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxShI8EpCU2JEYsj5pMQo4Ec21YX7_PvQssTYldvAGnZS5_KBDN_azKWMoaCp0L8MhyFqSoC8ouEkic8Hujjw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
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I am experiencing one of the darkest days of my life right now....my beautiful golden retriever Bailey was put to sleep a week ago today. He was 2 months shy of his 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday.</div>
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I can not even put into words the amount of grief and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">despair</span> I am going through right now. It has been an all out effort to get out of bed in the morning and go to work. Thank goodness for the wonderful friends I am blessed to work with.</div>
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Bailey was everything to me. He was every aspect of my life. He was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing thing I saw before I drifted off to sleep. He entered my life as a young pup....and I was just entering my 30's. He saw me through my worst relationship breakup, the move into a new house....and countless hours of laughter, tears and walks on the beach.</div>
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My life is empty without him right now and I can only describe myself as an empty shell of who I was before he died. </div>
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It was very sudden, although he had a tumor in his heart that was probably there for a long time. But last Sunday night, he woke very early in the morning....and began to slip away.</div>
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The lesson I learned was a very hard and painful one. Although it sounds incredibly cliche', I did learn in the most horrific and sickening way, that every day is precious and you should live it like it was your last. </div>
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Because if I had only known.....it was my last night with my dog, that it would be the last walk, the last romp in the back yard and the last swim in the ocean.....well, I would pray that time would have stopped.....so that I could soak in every moment and savor it like I would never taste it again. I wasn't ready for Bailey to go....as if anyone is ever ready to lose something they love so dearly.....but maybe, just maybe, I would have appreciated the little moments with my dog more. </div>
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Because I would give my soul.....for just one more walk on the beach with him.</div>
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Running hasn't shown me much sympathy....and I have struggled to stay on my routine. I continue to struggle but make myself do what I know heals my soul. For now, I prefer to be alone in my running......for the sake of my partner...I try to run alone. Lord knows <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> not much company....but all I have left now...is my running. It gets me through those sad moments.</div>
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<br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-36581224839769581082009-01-18T13:26:00.000-08:002009-01-18T14:00:21.234-08:00Past, Present.....Future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPr1CQ5a9yubYj8IW9JNP6BW_wzcl3-kUN6eZnDRd_8TzMT6az-Y6X2IfScFpYT3pSZPyf5hj89pGH8PUjfrzUD_aaY2BxmyRPog0H6pOPoX0-jWeFGymt29nSTC47kYLjCWN33IqgFM/s1600-h/past-present-future.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPr1CQ5a9yubYj8IW9JNP6BW_wzcl3-kUN6eZnDRd_8TzMT6az-Y6X2IfScFpYT3pSZPyf5hj89pGH8PUjfrzUD_aaY2BxmyRPog0H6pOPoX0-jWeFGymt29nSTC47kYLjCWN33IqgFM/s200/past-present-future.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292755879126987602" /></a><br /><br /><div>Seems like lately on several of my runs....I am constantly thinking about how my running has changed from this time last year to now. My transformation from then to now still amazes me and I still can't believe I made it this far.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was checking on my Garmin downloads from last year at this time when I was again...training for the Shamrock Marathon. My paces and results are vastly different:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Past:</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </div><div>1/12/08 7 miles 1:06 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">9:31 mpm</span> <br /></div><div>1/15/08 8 miles 1:16 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">9:30 mpm</span> </div><div>1/18/08 8 miles 1:14 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">9:18 mpm</span> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Present:</span></span></div><div>1/12/09 7 miles 58 min <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">8:16 mpm</span></div><div>1/17/09 13.1 miles 1:51 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">8:30 mpm</span></div><div>1/18/09 7 miles 57 min <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">8:10 mpm</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In just one year, I am running much stronger and way faster. Those past 9+ minutes per mile were my fastest and hardest of the entire training cycle. As I look farther into my training last year, I see the times get slower.....like 10 minutes plus. I don't even want to post my long run paces. Eeks...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, its a big plug for the speed work. That has been a major help for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for my future pace.....well......I'm hoping for my BQ pace of 8:45 or better. Time will tell....</div><div><br /></div><div>This was a crazy COLD week of running. Man.....it tested my will for sure and THANK GOODNESS for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>....if wasn't for the fact that she was just as willing to suck it up as I was, I would have pussed out for sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday started the arctic blast with temps barely making it into the 30's. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I did a mid week long run of 9 miles at a pace of 8:40. Thursday was speed work on the boardwalk. We were on for 6x800 meters @ 3:23. Well, temps were right at 30 degrees with a a very very stiff north wind. We started in the north direction for the first 3 repeats and that almost killed us both. Our repeat times were not good......3:25, 3:40, 3:45. Then we turned around into the wind for the last 3 and came much closer to target....3:23, 3:24, 3:25. Not bad considering how cold and zapped we both were.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday, we did a 6 mile recovery run after school with the temps only in the 20's. Saturday we did our long run of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">13 miles at a target pace of 8:30 mpm</span>. It was terribly cold again.....22 degrees at the start. But the pace warmed us quickly and we were hot messes at the end. I am so proud of my partner for really holding a pace she never thought she could.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, it snowed on my 7 miler.....it was so wonderful. It didn't stick of course, but it sure was pretty to see nickel sized flakes falling on me as I zoomed through the 'hood!</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay warm friends and congratulations to all the marathoners this weekend! </div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-38496236335349910902009-01-11T07:58:00.001-08:002009-01-11T08:22:05.176-08:00Playing Catch UpBoy did this first week back at work fly by. It was mostly uneventful and busy....but we are on the honeymoon period with the kids at school. I was surprised at how attentive and ready they were to learn last week. Yup...honeymoon period.<div><br /></div><div>As far as my training goes...all is well in running la la land. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> had a suggestion this week for our track repeats. Instead of making ourselves dizzy and sick on the the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">oval of hell</span>....we decided to go to the boardwalk and do the 1200 meters and 800's. It sure did make a HUGE difference mentally...but physically, it still sucked.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I did a 20 miler yesterday and I learned the lesson of starting conservatively and finishing strong. I actually payed closer attention to my target pace instead of just running for comfort (since I always go out too fast for too long). The target pace was 9 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mpm</span> ....and well we hit that pace all the way. However, at the 5k mark I went ahead and did a little negative split and picked it up to an 8:45 pace and finished stronger than I ever have on a long run. I was pretty happy. This was a good week of running. Knock on wood right??</div><div><br /></div><div>For your viewing pleasure .....it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Wonder Boy's</span> running debut-Hair of the Dog 5K</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryCKjS39qY5R1H6-iY9Kj3vjhQfE0ACmwjh2ry1rsr1NRNxtd5_GhJtV0X_1eakWiC2cxW_HpePsQyhGPFEtRBxVuG20WT1Cm9WSgf2JNEZOS1o2X4HNuQrYjMu6iPUUerrrgScCbX7w/s320/hair+of+dog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290068445415726514" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is us running side by side (white <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hoody</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">purple jacket</span>) next to pajama pants girl..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDQwTnJwsSpbSlUawfKIgSGYm1NS1nBWf8XnZU1ZwhMGYyCghWXPBcl04C47r_Rhbe43iVACK2zJpuKsmjFtO6j2VIUaBlNWUzdQSD9nDXuq3clmuWWk6hzKZlKAEskSe1MYTR2UecFM/s320/hair+of+dog7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290069602373069234" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Wonder Boy </span>at the start. He is all the way to the left in white <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoody</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">burglar</span> mask. I am in the middle with the pink hat on. It was so incredibly cold at the start.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdURa413i16ICXX9vPnFBvNkb9RWIyJW8Rpl6nJEHgSsRLJHcEIpgB1dRQVrYez38_SpiSyWAynjXQPiC_iORpUntOw-sLSasEaQ5qRm4_V5GL1Rdpwdhyphenhyphen_4FiH2s6EVQEDhsNUCSdHg/s320/dist1me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070197099615762" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am at the first of 3 Distance Series Tune Up for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Shamrock Marathon</span>. The first one is a 20K but Running Buddy and I tacked on 5 more miles to make it 18 for our long run.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ok</span>, so the weather report for this week is COLD and more COLD. Oh boy....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am in awe of so many of you who are running in some of the most brutally cold and snowy conditions. You are my inspiration! Have a wonderful week blogger buds.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-27369817967994585682009-01-05T19:20:00.000-08:002009-01-05T19:57:12.903-08:00The Runner I Never Thought I Could Be<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gjkiqba0tQImm8wy7foNamYGF_8KIgBDbu_Z2bP9pIGDMKBtTTocN3EGUIIW7WLZNp4xu9dxlI4_clKeI4V9N_5spdFxp6kZF6PT6VvOf_-RN0w7YndLonO70NYSi_fPhgcsg_zFpBQ/s320/img326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288015734752161074" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8gjkiqba0tQImm8wy7foNamYGF_8KIgBDbu_Z2bP9pIGDMKBtTTocN3EGUIIW7WLZNp4xu9dxlI4_clKeI4V9N_5spdFxp6kZF6PT6VvOf_-RN0w7YndLonO70NYSi_fPhgcsg_zFpBQ/s1600-h/img326.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Chesapeake Bay Bridge Marathon 2002</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">4:45</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, it's well past New Year's but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Happy New Year</span> friends and sorry for my absence! I must admit that I'm not much of a party person, so Wonder Boy and I just stayed up late and watched movies as 2009 slowly crept in for us.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not much for resolutions either. I've tried that in the past and I forget them one week later. What I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">do</span></span> have a tendency to do is look backward instead of forward. Bad habit...but in this case....this year...looking back has been quiet an experience.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This has been one amazing year of running......and all I can say is that in looking back over the years....I have finally become the runner I never thought I could be.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The picture at the top of this post is of my very first marathon 6 years ago. It took me 4 hours and 45 minutes to finish and I thought for sure I was dieing a slow painful death. I had no training plan and never knew for one minute of any mile EXACTLY how far I was going. I just thought...hey...run 3 hours and you're ready for the marathon. HA! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The running years following that marathon were nothing special.....just few and far between races. I completed 5 more marathons all with just wanting to "finish." That is all I ever expected of myself because that is all I ever believed I could do....just finish....because in most endeavors throughout my life.....I quit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsKvdmycJESr-ffoES9bSsyFtFtN6n1g1UVr-5xJkyEk2jUjjunNS8My20cM2aX81Mcz4b_4Dd_jcr9vPoRuRU2Ob_pSTyfOoeHlgY_NVPnVawZonIlNzRAixgw7S5EzZ3ORgGiyiRzM/s320/meobx1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288018241507398178" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Outer Banks Marathon 2008</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">3:58</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Flash forward to the year 2008...when I ran a marathon with a friend of mine from work who has now become known as "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>." Everything changed....and I became a runner with a purpose....and the purpose was to not just finish....but to beat every marathon time I had ever achieved. And I did it.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now.....in the new year of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">2009</span>.....I reflect on what kind of runner I was....slow....without purpose...weak.....scared.....no confidence. The runner I am now.....faster.....with a purpose and specific goal, strong, still scared....eh.....maybe not so confident but much better than before!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so grateful for my running in 2008....I was sad in that aspect to see the year pass. My running in 2008 certainly taught me how to hold my head a little higher.</div><div><br /></div><div>As far as the achievements in 2008? Well a bucket load of PR's and accumulated miles that total over <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1,400</span>. I went from running slow 10-10:30 min miles at best this same time last year to running 8-8:30 min miles with a smile on my face. As far as running goes...it just don't get better than that!</div><div><br /></div><div>On that note...I will end with a brief update:</div><div><br /></div><div>-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Track work last week</span></span>....OMG. The wind gusts on the track were up to 20 mph and I was pounding out 1600 meter repeats x3 @ 7 min per 'peat. Ok, first one yeah....second and third I was off by about 5-6 seconds. I blame the gusts.</div><div><br /></div><div>-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Long Run this weekend</span></span>....thank goodness <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Budd</span>y came back from her 2 week hiatus at home in PA. We ran 18 miles together at a challenging pace of 9 mpm.</div><div><br /></div><div>-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Today's tempo run</span></span>.....fantastic.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I busted out 7:50 min per mile on our 5 mile tempo run. The track beast is giving me the gift of strength. Honestly, it's starting to pay off.</div><div><br /></div><div>-I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">hanging tough</span></span> on the FIRST plan for a Boston BQ. I have challenged myself to the 3:40 finishing time plan although I only need 3:50. So far so good. We shall see.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a great week friends. I will post a few pictures this week of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Hair of the Dog 5K</span> on New Year's Day.....Wonder Boy's debut 5K and pictures of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tidewater Striders Distance Series 20K</span> tune up for the Shamrock I did with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>....</div><div><br /></div><div>Toodles~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-13979671661583590602008-12-28T06:53:00.000-08:002008-12-28T07:13:51.803-08:00Electric Shock and 20 miles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Pc50C43Ivok82IJfUzuI-VoWuxOJejicH_uwbv5Wty0G2tKxN7oLSZZkOcIIs8xq0MtGVqeA5W_a4e-NoP1dl_pfq3g_8rTX_33aal6T1mTGLLIsfwWSXkZPIwLhSyz8vumugBNs9rg/s1600-h/shock3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Pc50C43Ivok82IJfUzuI-VoWuxOJejicH_uwbv5Wty0G2tKxN7oLSZZkOcIIs8xq0MtGVqeA5W_a4e-NoP1dl_pfq3g_8rTX_33aal6T1mTGLLIsfwWSXkZPIwLhSyz8vumugBNs9rg/s200/shock3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854759256475426" /></a><br />Here is a new analogy for my love of track workouts....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">electric shock treatment</span></span>. Yup, that's what it felt like on Friday. You all probably think I'm some sort of nut.....track beast, track monster and now electric shock therapy. I wonder how many negative terms I can come up with during this training cycle.<div><br /></div><div>Anyway.....</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">MISSION:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1000m @ 4:16 TIMES 5.</span>..ugh..</div><div><br /></div><div>#1 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4:10</span> opps....I couldn't seem to get it right the first time on the track and I felt like I just had the shit shocked out of me....ZAAAPPPP</div><div>#2 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4:21</span> now that's more like it but I thought for SURE I was going to yak....had to bend over.</div><div>#3 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4:16</span> NAILED it....with another wave of yakage....</div><div>#4 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4:22</span> I couldn't hold on but I didn't feel like puking....maybe not pushing hard enough??</div><div>#5 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4:22</span> I was toast.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">literally</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sort of Accomplished</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not unhappy with my results because I did work my ass off and it wore me out so bad I went home and took a huge nap. Yipes....</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was a gorgeous day and a scheduled 20 mile run and I had my first fight with Running. Yes, I got SO mad I swear I teared up. I could not BELIEVE my GPS for one thing....when I got to mile 18 I felt like I really should have been on mile 19 and my legs were screaming for me to PLEASE stop. It was very frustrating and honestly I felt very emotional. I just couldn't push my legs to go a little faster on the last 2 miles. I was so mad but so glad to be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>Results: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">20 miles @ 8:55</span> total time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2:58</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! Mine was exceptional as always and I am so grateful for the love of my family, Wonder Boy and all the things we have in our lives. I couldn't be more blessed.</div><div><br /></div><div>The New Year looms....and I have been thinking A LOT about where I was in my running this time last year. Whoa.....that will be a post in itself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next week is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Hair of the Dog 5K</span> on New Year's Day and Wonder Boy and I will run together. Then, Saturday the local Distance Series Tune up begins for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Shamrock Marathon</span>. Good stuff to look forward to!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend!</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-53298860131013227292008-12-21T17:02:00.001-08:002008-12-21T17:25:22.823-08:00Track Beast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDxY7SuSJ8ajaoBOiwV-s3j16sURHCtJGybnqb1sjDI783qlfGVpH-4Ikc3c4xAlQR3GtZWl-VrJkbcF_W9t4ldjYMEsfeKmgsBRr0rOCNNGWRLgOxP3KgGrhR7Ko1CwikBYGCtzNj3g/s1600-h/beast.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDxY7SuSJ8ajaoBOiwV-s3j16sURHCtJGybnqb1sjDI783qlfGVpH-4Ikc3c4xAlQR3GtZWl-VrJkbcF_W9t4ldjYMEsfeKmgsBRr0rOCNNGWRLgOxP3KgGrhR7Ko1CwikBYGCtzNj3g/s320/beast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413699660557154" /></a><br /><div>Ok, so the picture is a bit dramatic, but this is my mental image of track days.....facing a beast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gawd....track is ROUGH. I just can't seem to embrace the work that needs to be done. I'm like a whiney baby that doesn't want to go to school.</div><div><br /></div><div>I procrastinated this one bad this week and ended up having to do my pukepeats the day after a 17 mile run. Yes friends, I did 17 miles yesterday with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> REALLY</span> don't recommend hard track work after a seriously long run. Most experts would probably agree.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here are the highlights:</div><div>-First track location.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">CLOSED FOR REPAIRS</span>...and flooded from this morning's rain. Uh oh...here's your chance to bail out!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>-2nd track location.....lookin' good <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">BUT DOORS ARE LOCKED</span>. Damn.....here's another chance to bag this run.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Nope....just climb the fence...no one will see you fall on your ass with your backpack strapped to your back as you attempt a 5 foot drop.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MISSION</span></div><div>15 min warm up (6 laps)</div><div>1200m @ 5:10 (actual time was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">5:08</span>)</div><div>1000m @ 4:16 (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">4:10</span> almost vomitted in my mouth on this lap...the horror.....)</div><div>800m @ 3:23 (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">3:27</span> oops ....went too hard on the last repeat)</div><div>600m @ 2:31 (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">2:20 YES!</span>)</div><div>400m @ 1:39 (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">1:39</span>...nailed it to the second)</div><div>10 min cool down (5 laps)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ACCOMPLISHED!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I was one happy mother to spit in the face of that track beast. I get such a rush of confidence when I hit all the track target times. But it doesn't last because I always come back to the track scared and nervous I will fail. Then I will be all pissed with myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>I watched <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The Biggest Loser</span> the other night (the finale) and the winner, Michelle, had a GREAT statement about her commitment to weight loss...she said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you just have to surrender yourself to the process</span>." Well, she is right...in order for me to get faster, I have to surrender to the process it takes to GET faster. It just has to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to whine and bitch about track for the next 14 weeks. But I know in the end...it will all pay off.</div><div><br /></div><div>I drove away from the track smiling from ear to ear as the beast wandered off into the setting sun. I won the battle today.</div><div><br /></div><div>I logged some big miles this week. I also got some crud from the petri dish that is my job....and I have had no voice for the last 3 days. Not good for a speech therapist. I am officially off for 2 weeks and I am looking forward to some non-rushed workouts and runs in the sunlight. Next weekend is my first 20 miler of this training cycle and I am PUMPED!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone is enjoying the holidays!</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-49514659095461725592008-12-13T06:21:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:48:39.433-08:00Track Monster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fS5RAlR8PTzn02KS_YLOOzZf5t_QwDz-MNcTk0TLKEhDAZs4NRm08WMZGcdw9AjBahQ8TvLjnmmpXJT5evKS14qmWeUTQNvx90tbGbOPlpGb1v0SPv3o5SHYHJABk_v_2A9iCTQ8704/s1600-h/jnrunning.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fS5RAlR8PTzn02KS_YLOOzZf5t_QwDz-MNcTk0TLKEhDAZs4NRm08WMZGcdw9AjBahQ8TvLjnmmpXJT5evKS14qmWeUTQNvx90tbGbOPlpGb1v0SPv3o5SHYHJABk_v_2A9iCTQ8704/s320/jnrunning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280333432456530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>All I can say about yesterday's track run is *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Blech</span></span>* I should have just bagged that workout because my heart wasn't in it. I don't know why I dread the track so bad but I just do. <a href="http://runjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-track-nice-to-finally-meet-you.html">Joy</a> put it best when she compared it to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dante's Circles of Hell</span></span>....apparently...if I read it correctly on Wikipidia....this is a divine comedy divide into 3 parts, Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise. Well, if that doesn't describe track work than I don't know what else does...</div><div><br /></div><div>First, you enter the circle of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hell</span>.....running your ass off for 8oo meters or more (after a warm up) just hurts like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">HELL</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Second, you enter the circle of Purgatory.....running your ass off 4-8 MORE times for 800 meters puts you in a painful place of temporary punishment getting ready for the final step.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Paradise or Heaven.....isn't it heaven when you are finally finished with all that hell??</div><div><br /></div><div>My track work continues to follow the FIRST plan for a BQ marathon finish. So, the prescription for this week's track included <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4 x 800m for 3:23 min with 2 min rest intervals</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>To add insult to injury the track was FLOODED as a result of some seriously torrential downpours we had the day before so the 2 back corners of the track were impassable and required a 10 second walk through the slushy, sloppy, muddy grass (which dirtied up my shoes!! Grr....)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> saw the ugly mean side of my rude ass....which in turn will probably guarantee me a 15 mile long run by myself tomorrow...I deserve it for my poor behavior yesterday. I pouted like a baby because I was so not motivated. The running was challenging and the track was just plain flooded which interrupted the flow of my pace. I just wasn't happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>So blech.....I think I may try to join the local running group on Tuesday nights for track work. Maybe if there is a group of people plodding along....I will feel more motivated to get the work done.</div><div><br /></div><div>The rest of the running story continues......have a great weekend blogger friends!~</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-17137052984332745992008-12-08T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-08T18:27:37.007-08:00A Turkey Trot or a Trotting Turkey???This might be one of the dumbest posts ever...but tonight my dear friends.... I got chased by a turkey on my run. Yeah, you read it right....a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">FRICKIN' TURKEY!</span><div><br /></div><div>I was 2 miles into my 6 miler tonight....crankin' a good 8 mpm pace....ZZ Top blazin' in my ear when I come upon a few "wild" baby turkeys. No big deal...I see them all the time on my runs. I really thought they were partidges or something. Who the hell knows??</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, they were so cute all gathered in the middle of the street as I came running up on them. Then <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">OUT OF THE BUSHES</span> comes the mutha turkey and she was NOT happy. I'm tellin you this turkey was a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">full on</span></span> big ass turkey!! What the hell?? That turkey came after me pissed off. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have NEVER had such an experience. And really it wouldn't be blog worthy if it hadn't been for the fact that normally, I get chased by dogs..... and angry drivers or jerks on bikes. But a TURKEY?? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">AND</span>....it chased me for about 2 min up the road with its wrinkly nasty neck and red goozle all stretched out ready to peck my freakin' leg! I really couldn't believe it was happening to me.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcCVtST6WPpbEwY3MTCdNoeHdbvBZx_zDqJUoN8ofCc3Pa2aTcOnPbykGDQZxfCMsnyN9H7Mxyaj_WBt8FSDUrqYH0hSSphC_IYyYVdtbCyk3XS9okfV9kFqfubMqW0pAe-sTB0YQtt0/s320/turkey+chase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608859292503154" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, this really isn't the turkey that chased me....but this is EXACTLY what she looked like. That chase felt like it went on forever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Tonight's run results:</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">6 miles in 47 min 47 seconds</span> and a trip to the gym for some core work</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Weekend run results</span>: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">51 min 10K </span>with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> at the Army/Navy 10k (got 6th place)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1 hr 52 min 13 miler</span> with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> in the CCCold and wind.....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Monday friends...oh and a big ass shout out to <a href="http://frayedlaces.blogspot.com/">Frayed Laces</a> who scored BOSTON this weekend!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-91222133786885585452008-12-05T15:43:00.001-08:002008-12-05T16:00:42.106-08:00Pace Setter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgayAg0pcIcXkYRuaraTeNsXqmOBaFom8SC0tfsdQgh8GwlmmjKecPqZle_AgYBarCFBFB5y4z-xx8VU3voSEh2Ge19BfdABxo1zov03AVQ5dHxMSVm_EgnX-YMxRnLI1B5nbXUfoirLAM/s1600-h/pacesetter+logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgayAg0pcIcXkYRuaraTeNsXqmOBaFom8SC0tfsdQgh8GwlmmjKecPqZle_AgYBarCFBFB5y4z-xx8VU3voSEh2Ge19BfdABxo1zov03AVQ5dHxMSVm_EgnX-YMxRnLI1B5nbXUfoirLAM/s320/pacesetter+logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276456085889362082" /></a>I am so honored to be the featured <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Pace Setter</span> runner this week on <a href="http://26point2ers.blogspot.com/">April</a> and <a href="http://26point2ers.blogspot.com/">Amy's</a> blog. Go check out my interview and also check out some of April and Amy's past posts....they are great bloggers...very funny and very inspiring. Thanks again girls!!<div><br /></div><div>Ok, so tomorrow <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy </span>and I are going to run the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Army/Navy 10</span>. I am excited because this will be a race for my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> since I have already hit my 10K PR. Now it is her turn and we are both pretty excited. Although it does look to be pretty chilly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday, we will be running a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">13 mile</span> run hopefully at an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">8:53</span> mpm pace. I am currently following the Boston Qualifying time training plan that is featured in the "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Run Less Run Faster</span>" book by Bill Pierce, Scott Murr and Ray Moss. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I had an awesome track workout yesterday. I was less than motivated but my trusty partner kept my mind focused. We ran <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">3 x 1600's at a 7:05 mpm pace </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(*gasp*)</span>. That sucked and it was hard but I hit the mark and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> was just a few seconds behind me. We did 400m rest intervals in between with a warm up mile and a cool down mile. It was a great workout and very motivating.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone has a great weekend! Thanks to all of you who keep up with my blog! Thanks again to <a href="http://26point2ers.blogspot.com/">Amy</a><a href="http://http://26point2ers.blogspot.com/"> </a>and <a href="http://26point2ers.blogspot.com/">April</a>....</div><div><br /></div><div>I will post race reports and details hopefully on Sunday! Good luck to anyone who is racing this weekend too-</div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-24443019823241159422008-11-29T11:41:00.000-08:002008-11-30T17:03:58.970-08:00Epic Happy Race Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuTQLju-bvXBgcQvWNYOOe6zkNus6EFi6TeK_dOczwParOEWIutqnQmd-Powayh10g9Du5XRxTqBBOXJkF0-gYu4ztk6vVT_y-UqQgVnLpQTZ8l_gC2EeUh9ptRhhqy8eh-abyEtJT90/s1600-h/epic+happy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuTQLju-bvXBgcQvWNYOOe6zkNus6EFi6TeK_dOczwParOEWIutqnQmd-Powayh10g9Du5XRxTqBBOXJkF0-gYu4ztk6vVT_y-UqQgVnLpQTZ8l_gC2EeUh9ptRhhqy8eh-abyEtJT90/s320/epic+happy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619963769033826" /></a><br />To say that I am extremely happy with my finish time at Saturday's Race for Literacy 1/2 marathon is putting it mildly.<div><br /></div><div>Here's the story in all it's glory:</div><div><br /></div><div>Really, I had no aspirations for doing any great time on the course for the simple fact that Thursday's turkey trot was a huge PR and well, this girl just wanted to have fun on the run.</div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up to cloudy dreary skies...but dry and it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">SEEMED</span> relatively warm when I let the dog out first thing that morning. It just felt like 50 degrees and I had no doubt that I would wear shorts....and well just bundle my core like I always do.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also couldn't help but feel just a little "weird" about the race because it was an inaugural event, it was out in a place I had no idea how to get to, I had no idea what the race route would be like, if there would be water, or how much support there would be on the course. Plus, I have been fighting a headache for 2 days and a bit of depression.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, as I drove out to the race....and made a wrong turn....I said to myself "Self...this could be a bad day all together."</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, with the help of Wonder Boy's reassurance and navigation, I was able to correct my wrong turn, loose no time on the drive and get to the race with 45 min to spare. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I got there, parking was plenty. I saw the venue and proceeded to get out of my truck to get my number and WHOOOAAA.....burrrr....the wind was howling off the water and it was about 5-10 degrees colder than it was at my house. </div><div><br /></div><div>Questions to self....Did you bring gloves? No.....Did you bring hat? No......Did you bring extra pants? No.... Will you freeze your nads off at this race? Uh...that would be a big fat YES!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, just a tip for you all.....socks make good gloves. I had an extra pair of those.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank goodness I also had a windbreaker vest in my running bag.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I sat in my truck for 40 min with the heat on as I waited for the start....watching all these people with gloves and hats and pants on. Damn. I figured I could hack the cold and wind for 2 hours right? I have been in tough conditions before. It was 45 degrees with a stiff North East wind.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got out of the car for a warm up run and then hit the start line and my goodness...the field of runners was SO small. I figured...heck at best I could place 3rd in my age group. Hell, there were hardly any women.</div><div><br /></div><div>The field stretched out fast and the freakiest part of the run was that at several moments on the course, I was completely alone with just traffic cones and I questioned where to go several times.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started out very comfortable and I knew something fishy was up right away when mile marker 1 popped up and my watch said 5:45.....HA HA HA! In my wickedest wildest dreams....yeah, the course was not measured right for the first mile but it got back on target after mile 2 and I was showing 16:20 and that seemed right.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was cruising man. I felt strong with the exception of shin pain for the first 3 miles....but it went away and never bothered me again. I figured it was from the Turkey Trot.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hit all my mile markers just over an 8 mpm pace....I was grinning from ear to ear. I thought, if I can make it for the first half at that pace and still feel good, I may actually break my PR from Fleetweek.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, mile 6 came and went and I was still feeling like a champ and the watch said 49 min. Then my mind races and starts doing the math....I was on track for close to a 1 hour 45 min finish. My heart started to pound as I got very excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mile 7 then mile 8 and all is still good in the legs, lungs and heart. Still doing some math in my head......</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm on mile 9 and just a bit off of my goal time.....and I think ......can I pick it up for 4 more miles? Then, there was a head wind. Yuck....focus focus focus....</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Missy and Beyonce came on the ipod just around mile 10 and I was feelin' the love! I kicked it up just a bit despite the head wind that followed me to the end.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got to mile 12.2 at 1:38.......boy was I getting anxious....and my stomach started to churn.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I got closer to the end....a very popular and local runner jumped out on the course and proceeded to pace me all the way to the mat and my official finish time was 1:46:16. Yipee skippy!!! I was happy but ready to barf.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Here I am ready to barf.....</span></span></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINHEbaabgttc96v6Hwrl3136e6GbgMVKgIqBtBUcvBxxFoT31H3NdT0bMWZajaMboY_cjxJG6W4G9CPR0dB52pfBheycWBkf4fvwRhN0ELupj3ArCyK7DSgoXbR_JVfIsJG8EmLxzSrw/s320/RFL+1:2+finish2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274618851107473506" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Not only was my time great, I got second place in my age group....but then there were only 3 chicas in my age group! HA HA! I missed first place by 40 seconds....but I met the girl that beat me and I shook her hand and congratulated her at awards and she said to me "you kept me going-" Aww...snap!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I reflect on so many things today....particulary my readiness to actually train for a Boston Qualifying time for the next 17 weeks. I think I'm ready....I think I'm in a super amazing place in my running. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just this time last year, I was struggling for 10 min miles.</div><div><br /></div><div>For a girl who never believed in herself....I never believed I was pretty, or smart, or a good friend/girlfriend......I never believed I was strong or confident. I never believed I was an athelete or talented in anyway. I never believed I could......</div><div><br /></div><div>But that is starting to change.....like maybe I believe I can do this. Maybe I am strong....maybe I am a real runner now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIUzolLDQSMPTZKHBec7rSJIYW0pdzPCljALZmQK7cyT0E1ElEK8W_2tTFGOWQi3kaabrurVLC2og5ZVahODXikwxYwZsacbTewYvEllJyJhcdInzC2kkemzVHCvh1TQBpUxeg8Ymqgg/s320/RFL1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619510125216978" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay warm and dry on your runs my blogger pals.......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-43901313595033816882008-11-28T06:40:00.000-08:002008-11-28T07:49:53.967-08:00It's My Birthday......<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><object width="325" height="244"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hJjx7jTHA8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hJjx7jTHA8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"></embed></object></span><br /><br />Ok, what a treat...yesterday was my birthday <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">AND</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Thanksgiving</span>......so it was certainly a day of being grateful. I am very grateful for so many things in my life and yesterday was an awesome day to reflect on how good my life is and I was able to rest my head on my pillow last night feeling very satisfied that I am one lucky chica for having all the things I have in my life.<br /><br />Anyway, I found this funny clip from Cheers called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The Kelly Song</span>....and well I'm not so diva like Kelly was on Cheers...but I love me a good song with my name in it! Anyway..it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">IS</span> my birthday....and it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">IS</span> all about "me!" Right?? Whatev......<br /><br />Yesterday started off with a killer <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Turkey Trot 10K</span> in which I PR'd big time. It was such a fun run. I met up with a few folks from our local runner meet up group and the weather couldn't have been more perfect and the route is flat and fast too so it was just right for me to get some indication of how strong I am post marathon.....and well lets just stay I surprised myself completely.<div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ME</span> and The local runner group</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Zx4AbObuUV9ReHdRu-IbHOzPvW5HDrin6DURNIydVUXJifOcIoOz_tFcGLx9GnbSyupCoCp7tx_9wMbS6xQ19wleAHovM-eTpjFTPgpVwvRkhhSmtrZ_7avH9ETjUCOEClb4bYZvZhU/s320/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273731969633770658" /> </div><div> </div><div><div>I actually started the race off a bit too fast.....I latched on to this group of runners wearing bright orange T-shirts....some team I suppose, but they were movin' and scootin'. After I passed the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2 mile marker</span> and saw <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">15 flat minutes</span> on my watch I knew I was not in good company so I slowed up a bit.....my lungs were starting to burn a little along with my shins. It was a good warm up though! I knew there was no way on earth I could hold <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7:30 mpms </span>for the whole 10K.<br /></div><div><br />The race went on well despite my quick start....mile 4 was 30 min even on my watch and then I found 2 ladies who were running a good comfortable pace and I followed them to mile 6. My watch showed 46 min and some odd seconds......so it was on to the last .2 which I tried desperately to speed up on....and I got a little nauseous from the pace and when I crossed the mat and through the finish line shoot....someone else must have felt the same way as me because there was a nice pile of puke to hurdle over...and I felt the urge to gag....it was scary.</div><div><br />My finish time was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">47 min and 40 seconds</span>......that is about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">5 min off </span></span>my best 10K time. It was an average 7:40 mpm. Holy moly. I'll tell ya what...I feel like a different runner since OBX. I have NEVER been a very good runner....but things are really starting to change and I am cautiously optimistic for my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Shamrock</span> training. My new mantra is to "make or break" the 3:50 BQ time for my age. We'll see......<br /><br />Anyway, after the race I piddled around the house and then headed to my mom's for some seriously sinful feasting. To say my stomach was full and I was uncomfortable is putting it mildly. I had the food baby going on big time. I fell asleep on the couch with my mom's miniature pinchers at least half a dozen times....and then around 11 pm I hobbled my fat ass on home.</div><div><br />I had a great birthday.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> hooked me up with cake and a cool new PINK gear bag.....my dad sent some cashola and a cool new PINK hat....my mom hooked me up with some itunes gift cards and a cool new PINK Nintendo DS...(the kid in me still loves a good toy to play with)...and Wonder Boy got me a stand for my fish tank. All in all it was just a great day.<br /><br />And hell no...I ain't going quietly into my 40's....I have a half marathon coming up tomorrow and its an inaugural event....always a favorite of mine to do the "first" of anything!!!</div><div><br />Here is a shot of the goods from yesterday.....blessed is what I am. Hope everyone had a great Turkey Day!</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJq44nBBiGJX73QrHeBbEWAMr9-sklLFwoN6jaLlJGw0iGDmXISfSTb55vywVVi3ZHiwbdG5MlhnXoavlg31doD_thOP2yEI3X_zyS5wkCho2149szD9J2cwVDgwanY3B2rZRLesraKzY/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273732613495991346" /></div></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-2564316402137477782008-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:002008-11-19T19:08:32.935-08:00Out of the Funk and onto the Road....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XiLRkpMJqfPGu56lctll8JbMgylf_ML6XMrxBeHlCZmWbSU0uVKYPU-wRv1kO2dw7oZkuUkoxvubF5khNSqD9rcPxktFaUtIdqtBZtnKeknYm8YjaIKqYeyqjCcnA2EzlAnQUEtpyik/s1600-h/funk.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XiLRkpMJqfPGu56lctll8JbMgylf_ML6XMrxBeHlCZmWbSU0uVKYPU-wRv1kO2dw7oZkuUkoxvubF5khNSqD9rcPxktFaUtIdqtBZtnKeknYm8YjaIKqYeyqjCcnA2EzlAnQUEtpyik/s320/funk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270562698283677954" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm coming out of the dark and the post marathon funk is finally dissipating. I must say that after a week and a half past marathon, it was a rough emotional ride. It's bad enough just finishing the marathon and then just "missing" it like a long lost loved one who has gone away. But, all the crap that happened with my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> getting sick just made the funk that much worse. But, I'm feeling much better and I'm back on the road with a new goal!!<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>So, my activities post marathon have included:<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. Some easy running</div><div>2. Some easy spinning on the trainer</div><div>3. Making a vision board for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">BQ</span> goal</div><div>4. Keeping my head above <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">water</span> at work </div><div>5. Enjoying a bit of down time between training cycles</div><div>6. Spending money on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">running stuff</span> (new pink sunglasses, a winter running jacket....uh oh)</div><div><br /></div><div>I did take it "easy" last week, as I was trying to recover....but it was tough. This past weekend I did a 10 miler and it felt awesome. It was hard to believe the weekend before I ran a marathon. I would safely say that I'm 90% recovered from OBX and in one week, I will start the training cycle for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Shamrock Marathon</span> in March. It makes me so happy!</div><div><br /></div><div>Worked sucked an egg roll today....it was just hectic and it started with temps in the 30's with a 20 degree wind chill and I had to drag the damn trash cans out. Then I realized I needed to get some candy for two 4th grade students who won a contest I have every month.....so I had to stop at the grocery store. Then I get to work and all hell broke loose and it was just a long day.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the time it all ended, I felt like I needed a nap. I had a 6 miler planned after school, but I must admit, I had to really dig into my running heart and soul to get motivated....it's cold right now and I was tired.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I have this killer new Nike running jacket:</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWw84ymDnthKLxK3vmki2PK2e8p_dXubWYvWfKWXK17_M5ZUyRgChwRtRz7zQdHWYqhNfkLaHQhaCqMuoqmn4FKk6xF4_ZBPEzplXEfopbUj8J4JlCYLxpzG2XTBVLAg68XoM0kt1dj_o/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565991132091778" /><br /></div><div>Ok, I'm a huge Nike clothing fan....I can't stand their running shoes but their running gear kicks butt and this snappy new jacket is no exception. I saw it in last month's Runner's World and it looked like a must have. I'm picky about my cold weather wear because I hate to sweat and then freeze. This jacket truly does "wick" the sweat. I had an under armor base layer on with this jacket and although I did have a bit o' sweat going on, I stayed relatively dry in 38 degrees and I did NOT get a chill. This jacket also has REMOVABLE SLEEVES! Oh hurt me.....it turns into a vest too. I couldn't be more in love.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, tonight I gave it a test drive. I put on my gloves, Brooks tights and new OBX head band that I bought from the expo and I swear when I looked in the bathroom mirror I looked like Mitzi the snow bunny ready for the slopes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I met this fool:</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-6uOziy3zuBUGy1zLzAuNZeCEyIAS_bo3Ngc1Aa3rd2z1VqebYtFK-WH5JjAD5wcq_RC2kfiUw0sgzdNB1BtD-oVHl8FY9bvOdEQMIQljviYzvoAiD4RPaz0xChpElf7YOUblt52ky4/s320/snow+miser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567349596724050" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you all know his crazy cold ass? Maybe you are too young....so if you are, here is a bit of his resume: </div><div>-Friends call him Snowmiser</div><div>-Whatever he touches...turns to snow</div><div>-Special abilities include projecting cold rays, lowering the temps of geographic areas and causing it to snow</div><div>-Preferred temperature: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">FREEZING</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Whoa momma.....that cold blast from Snowmiser was a slap in the face. It took me at least a mile or two until my legs stopped feeling like popsicles. I hate WINTER....and it's not even here yet. Wonder Boy is trying to cheer me up with visions of a romantic raging fire this weekend.....in the fireplace people!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, after I finally warmed up and the Nike jacket did it's job, I was pleased with my 8mpm 6 mile run. It felt good to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">FINALLY</span></span> be back on the road again!</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Wednesday blogger buds.......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-12330099014285469952008-11-12T16:03:00.000-08:002008-11-12T16:26:44.060-08:00Happy Endings and Friendship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCwLalf391RMLV89_vPiz6hhM3bfrZJ1WJlRRtX55i6UxCsDic4jmKMzF7q0ZfizaJviIMwWKuj5SjbfEvRnAu20fCyjhcF9zYZW86FkDf0bSsOahsvA7ehGFykTHbR3USDszgtZZpSs/s1600-h/obxfinish.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCwLalf391RMLV89_vPiz6hhM3bfrZJ1WJlRRtX55i6UxCsDic4jmKMzF7q0ZfizaJviIMwWKuj5SjbfEvRnAu20fCyjhcF9zYZW86FkDf0bSsOahsvA7ehGFykTHbR3USDszgtZZpSs/s320/obxfinish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267930555397913634" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"Sometimes me think what is love....and then me think love is what last cookie is for. Me give up last cookie for you....."</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cookie Monster</span></span><br /></div></span></span><div><br /></div><div>My <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy's</span> sacrifice to finish those last miserable, painful and grueling miles with me when I had already given up the fight, will never ever be forgotten.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been and still am in post marathon depression, which I googled by the way and it is a REAL condition. Wow, so in addition to some muscle soreness you get to experience a little emotional emptiness. I looked at my split times a little more closely and well....here is the low down:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">8:48</span> min per mile for the 1/2 marathon (1:55)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">8:49</span> min per mile up to the 20 mile mark (2:56)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">BAM! 9:58</span> min per mile and the dreaded <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">WALL</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And well, I was right on target for my Boston Qualifying time of 3:50 until mile 20. Before I even knew my splits I had given up the race for Boston. Even Wonder Boy tried to encourage me not to give up around mile 18, but the pain was more than I felt confident I could endure.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I whimpered about it to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>....and she had many words of encouragement. But I couldn't convince my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I thought about how lucky I was to have a good friend finish one of the toughest races I have ever done....and I saw this quote: </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"The most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:ArialMT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Pierre de Coubertin)</span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>And now I put this marathon to rest and move on to the next.....</div><!--StartFragment-->ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-91314632644736458032008-11-11T19:09:00.001-08:002008-11-11T19:55:18.904-08:00My Most Handsome Hero<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LnuFXVm7sJYIjcDABcUpwWJ7sqsBRP-V1qFMJ3oApQzv6EkWz8LSPrOLKxk66TQBdgmyf0Dph6arWEdYN6pcP10f1WqaGibe_5pG7BHbSr-Cqtymnu621eCWpc9M1t-HT_YKV38ZOJ4/s1600-h/img324.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-LnuFXVm7sJYIjcDABcUpwWJ7sqsBRP-V1qFMJ3oApQzv6EkWz8LSPrOLKxk66TQBdgmyf0Dph6arWEdYN6pcP10f1WqaGibe_5pG7BHbSr-Cqtymnu621eCWpc9M1t-HT_YKV38ZOJ4/s320/img324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613244063127954" /></a><br /></div>Although Veteran's Day is almost over, I am compelled tonight to send my thoughts and prayers to all the veterans who have and are serving this great country. Whenever I go to races big or small, and they play the National Anthem and say the Pledge of Allegiance, I almost always tear up. Our community here in Hampton Roads is very military....and well, my biggest military hero is my Dad.......<div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvjcf7otxacbgBLitMW18F__l7YCciL_lFYP16L2Wl5RPTZr6zNerLytiVZ2bvJGRSB_Bqz-kQO68v6W34dylfHRk9xWSjWaHse2uGHurDKmqHHJcw-FsOndd66x4giyOxcWatjQvX_c/s320/dad1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267612691931000530" /><br /></div><div>So tonight, I am dedicating a late evening post to my most hansome military hero. Although my parents are divorced and my Dad has lived far away from me for most of my life, he has always been there for me and has always given to me whenever I was in need. I have spent all of my life with my mother, but still in many ways I am like my Dad.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He served in the Navy for several years and fought in the Vietnam war when I was just a small child. My mother missed my father terribly while he was deployed on his ship....there are still several love letters and poems that fill photo albums and scrapbooks. My mother recalls still with sadness in her heart, her fear of my father being at war, her loneliness of having a small child all alone.....the longing for the love of her life.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a story I am reminded of on a daily basis as I see the parents of the children I work with separate from their families on deployment. It is the ultimate sacrifice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Dad for you gallant and brave service to our country. You are and always will be my most handsome hero.....love from your Irish Girl.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJEgXsfunpfQjK13SSAvnPJjz6gLhZnxicKeQEKq9zhodKYTluvUDuAEDojgRC-cTYS1WQqXi9Y_dYD6WyMzt96oDGEWS4rNqTXTvjjDRXNEBrS1vMCdoKNEMOaSVAC4GkAf-u0v-yyw/s320/dad+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267610165584629650" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718703997362773281.post-7899733442042608362008-11-10T08:26:00.001-08:002008-11-10T10:09:18.256-08:00Race Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg630K_-2Brh_ZhxrkrkuXiLswbZQtyGYWDNSjaLe_flrD3wo06hhexdwGNIAaTOrJQFL_yH-gy8HtZJxGb3Q8IVyjX9WPGXdFRe4tPpqi3QFc_52rG2QJBgbZNfMN6ZH46Y2ydlFrLFzI/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg630K_-2Brh_ZhxrkrkuXiLswbZQtyGYWDNSjaLe_flrD3wo06hhexdwGNIAaTOrJQFL_yH-gy8HtZJxGb3Q8IVyjX9WPGXdFRe4tPpqi3QFc_52rG2QJBgbZNfMN6ZH46Y2ydlFrLFzI/s200/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267067118483420706" /></a><br />The weekend turned out very nice and the marathon was so much fun. I managed to PR this one with a finish time of 3:58:03. My main goal was to break 4 hours and I did it! All in all...I'm pretty darn happy with the race itself. The conditions couldn't have been more perfect. Here's the story:<div><br /></div><div>Saturday morning, I got awake bright and earlier with knots and nerves in my stomach. Nothing new....but I was also obsessed with my disappointment over not going to the race with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>, so you can imagine the anxieties and emotions I was having.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Wonder Boy and I headed south together and he did his best to cheer me up and help calm my nerves. We had some good laughs in the truck on the way down. The weather was very cooperative so that also eased my mind. I couldn't seem to shake my sadness over not having my partner so I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texted</span> her throughout the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>We made it to the expo and it was PACKED full of runners. I picked up my packet and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shwag</span> bag and then it was time for some retail therapy. Poor Wonder Boy...he doesn't do crowds, so when I said to him "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>! Let's go look around!" his eyes went googly and he said "Sh-sh-shop??" I had to explain to him that it was part of the marathon experience and there was no way I was going to pass it up.</div><div><br /></div><div>The goodies were awesome....a booty bag, hair scrunchies, power bars, electrolyte samples, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">huggy</span> and some cereal...yummy</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1FaFGkbyv1Asd3yElu-TxVzSgBFnFHyejTUIrlv2NDg4nPJb4Uso9OML-RF6NaeEVw10ohRofb06u9uJ_aPPGBM7y_xOYbjRu2NW7s1sFHKfdiOJUUExZxAcDDRNvtBcfxBqdaDbV4c/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267070606566067650" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After expo, we checked out the surf and checked into the hotel and began the relaxation process.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIc4iZFOkKkOmeLP4w6iFy3YZmQVB6bjQWNOa2K4g4iXzeJv-9v8WBKq8pruFmvNpMqtkE6BIZ9ab1LAbwErQFUtO5KrwnEF6Ghv9zReVJx8syfqQVRwWYO0RJSCaDiRaqz36HHejHRQ/s200/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267068601720879762" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ThceVGqyPmCGfs_Z1jpjbRl5fu9zl_TEsBUGCGbT_37rvVX7sAKRFf5Shcnm43JF6T5-xOw4bHIGbopJ_9Ekn3crDgigMhjTayvjWAUVjULYO2h7I1-Dmwn0J3Ub64CIv9E3-TuXGro/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267068942657800578" /></div><div><br /></div><div>We finally made it out to dinner around 6pm. I of course indulged in a few beers for nerve calming purposes. We had a good meal and it was a nice distraction to my nerves.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to the hotel and a feeble attempt to get my mind off of the marathon. We watched stupid movies, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">texted</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>, watched more stupid movies and then packed my stuff up for the race.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQgi1ZUxcLrcTypxISWmG3jPlvVt0Ua4qHaM0e_HuPf-xWy2oqw_-iPPCjtyesKSYfPJGN0Z33odzdpQcPXreF3Lr9i_qJh4u_F3A21cYtqageKqswZizWs9FIfwBaomUvr34sCZqrJc/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267072291619082914" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What an interesting night of sleep. I took one Tylenol PM to shake the restlessness and begged Wonder Boy to leave the TV on....which he graciously did. But because he has trouble sleeping without some sort of "white noise" he turned on the a/c/heat unit fan. I never noticed it until about 20min after I fell asleep and Wonder Boy turned off the TV. I woke right up and screeched "What is THAT??" It was a struggle between who would get sleep...me or Wonder Boy. Thankfully, he had ear plugs. I plugged them in and attempted to resume some sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, every hour on the hour starting promptly at 2am I woke up...in a sweat, and then cold, sweat, cold, sweat, cold, shiver.....until about 4:30am. It was a rough night of sleep. Seems I didn't need the 3 alarms plus wake up call that I had set for 5am.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujYpQAgfFkHBMtVxcYAhw67KlWIlvP6TRYla32GMFw-Qx7QeGpCT_hiGVJ2PQYXeQiODZGbMvzdVUyrywyuEZmEZQCJu-TDVcv0l5O1QLBpalT3bp1V6RUeTvhveVISIXzyw_1CT2a_Y/s200/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267073907782074146" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMAsS7S9YUxnsPfxOrZocJZq7vRxeNuyt2pnp6chhVzmeuBg0TMqQLrPbBFgc8er2EyOoypcylFpW2uY914WQ8YxF6I9TfTotqpwuarWc2V_wDcCKoIwqv6Aedj5H8YSdkyhyphenhyphen2S-y5gY/s200/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267074877722636674" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was up and moving and ready to hit the start line around 6am. The sunrise was breath taking.</div><div><br /></div><div>We got to the start early and I was able to get in a good warm up run. I think all in all it was a perfect beginning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then gun went off and the game was on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did not have my GPS. So, I had no idea of my pace. This marathon had no pace groups either. I was completely on my own with the exception of a sticker I made for my sleeve that had split times for a 3:50 finish.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hit every mark with a 2min cushion time up until the 1/2 marathon point. I suppose that was bad in the end for me. I did read somewhere that it's better to pace yourself and not try to put "time in the bank" with a faster pace. I was so comfortable though. My first mile was a 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mpm</span>....then I cranked up to just over 8:30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mpm</span>. I'm not sure this was a good idea since NONE of my really long runs were done at this pace. But I thought "hey, you have fresh legs and you ran your 1/2 marathon at 8:24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mpm</span>...shouldn't you be able to hold at least an 8:50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mpm</span>???" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Hmpf</span>.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, as I feared, the 2.5 mile jaunt through Nags Head Woods zapped me. That darn trail is too hilly. I don't mind the packed dirt....but I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HATED </span></span>the curvy and hilly aspect of it. I could feel my heart rate go too high....my thighs started to burn...I started to get hungry but I had so much anxiety in my stomach. I knew <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> was waiting somewhere on the course for me and I was anxious about that. Things started to crumble a little in those woods.</div><div><br /></div><div>And to add injury to insult...the last half mile is a single track, mulch packed trail that is EXTREMELY hilly and ends with a climb out of the woods. I was huffing and puffing as I exited the woods. I crossed the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">13.1 mat at 1:55</span> but boy was I feeling a little winded.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> met me there along with her family, fiance' and Wonder Boy. It was SO good to see them all. They had signs and cheers and I wanted to cry. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> came up to me and started to run with me....taking my sweaty shirt.....making sure I had what I needed. All I could say was say "I miss you." She reassured me and said that she would meet me again at mile 20. And then she was gone and I was back on my own but feeling a little stronger and happy that I had seen my partner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBwPjUkvw2lIO1Odo0P-kB_VIXYvLEK1qrNQBpHcwyG-3_zesYzmVQFFCqO3BMjRjgotWRAmbUDXqtPx6fKV4z721CG0o01jy4bgwb-VdrUr8-ZFsMGP3o1D6HkHgKOOVXQDahAotzvgc/s200/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082678415051698" /><br /></div><div>I cruised along from about mile 14 until around mile 18 when I noticed my legs were feeling quite tired. I was still hitting my time marks....I think I hit mile 17 at 2:30. But I was starting to get concerned that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">wouldn</span>'t hit the 2:55 mark necessary to make the 3:50 finish. My legs were really starting to loose their strength. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I hit mile 18.5 I knew things were not going good with the legs. My thighs were KILLING me and all I wanted to do was pop out from the sound side part of the run (which is also curvy and rolling with some hills.) and see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> for some encouragement.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I came around the turn exiting the sound side and onto the highway, I knew the run for 3:50 was over.....I was past mile 19 and the 2:55 mark was slowly creeping up....</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, mile 20 and I see my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>....and she was ready to run. What a RELIEF to see my partner.....my calming presence. By this time, the pain was horrible.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the marathon, I see the miles past 20 as a big mystery. Every marathon is different on those last 6 miles. You run the 20 miles and you get to the last 6....and the finish line is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">separated</span> by a double steel door....and you go in through the door and its dark. The soul of the marathon sits there in a big chair with a drink and cigarette and it looks at you and laughs and says "you think you can get through this part of my darkest room and succeed? Good luck!" and then it throws pain at you in every place you never thought possible. I had my ass handed to me on a shiny silver platter. I got humbled and humiliated on those last 6 miles inflicted on me by the marathon because I attempted a pace that was beyond my ability to sustain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank goodness for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span>....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">my angel</span></span>....who graciously talked me through those last miles....and reminded me of how strong I am....how inspiring I am...and how proud she was of me. I couldn't speak...only grunts and a few occasional giggles. Then there was silence and then only the sound of my labored breathing.</div><div><br /></div><div>And occasionally she would try to sing to me...like the Rocky theme...and something about "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">don't</span> you know that you are my hero...." and all I could do was shush her....because ugh! No songs!! Especially those!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then the bridge.....it took whatever was left in my legs. I could barely climb. And when I got to the other end....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> saw a side of me that she has never seen.....a demoralized, tired, and weak runner. And then she said something to the extent of "Running the last 6 miles and finishing this marathon with you means more to me than any time I could have gotten if I had run this race." I would have cried <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">inconsolably</span> on any other occasion.....but I was tired. I was so deeply moved. It was a very emotional moment for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I tried to pick up the pace as I saw the 3:50 time hit my watch. I only had less than a mile at that point but I was doing the marathon shuffle. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I made it to the last .2 and we crossed the mat together. It was so much fun. I was in so much pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-szQ92Cc_cgJ-WnkCsJPjbLimBnlPntiFIpd8f_t8W1l6W6cr9f5zFegJTvXfVNPlpUFbBu7Zl5F4mrMP4sdEoYlSwcc-OW4Xgf2OvrBsPUX_ABDRX9Q5KX2JsVYRtyRrk6Qyjq2bzE/s200/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267083976185197858" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The after race party was nice. I had a few beers and there was some good music. It was such a gorgeous day and now marathon number 6 is in the bag!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and her family left to come back to Virginia Beach after we all hung around for awhile. I will selfishly confess that I wished I could have spent the whole rest of the afternoon with my running partner, just the two of us, drinking a few more beers and rattling her ear off about my 26 mile journey. I just felt very attached to my partner at that time and knew that she would be the only one that would really understand the story and listen attentively to every gory detail. Sometimes I think only runners really understand each other.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But we all said our good byes...and Wonder Boy and I went to lunch and I had a very delicious meal and some more beer!! It was all good.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After I got home, I spent some time with my mom. I ended up falling asleep for a little while with her dogs all wrapped up with me, a warm blanket in a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ol</span>' lazy boy chair. And I felt like a little kid again....being at my mom's and sleeping peacefully as she sat with me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today, I am home resting and recovering and there is no school tomorrow so I ended up with a 4 day weekend!! I really want to start running again. I hope to be back on the road again soon. Shamrock training cycle begins in 3 weeks!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hope everyone had a great weekend! I will post a few more pics this week...hopefully of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Running Buddy</span> and I crossing the finish line!</div><div><br /></div>ECrunnergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18051971815342009317noreply@blogger.com11