Getting over a bad run…

Saturday sucked. Reinforced just how much I hate running. This is my humbling confession…

Slated for 11 miles and I gassed out walking from my car to the group. Just had no “go” in me. From the jump my legs were heavy and slow – no pain, no soreness and had plenty of cardio- just couldn’t get out of first gear. I tried to push, tried to accelerate but just had nothing in the tank.

At 2.5 miles I was ready to quit, it was getting warm and the concrete in my legs was hardening… My ego was screaming at me as my pace slowed to what felt like a simulated “jog” in quicksand. But I didn’t quit…

Somewhere around mile 4 I was passed by a guy running in classic 80’s sweats and the blonde perm to match. If that wasn’t enough he honestly looked like he was being electrocuted with each step. I seriously think he had a severe case of Parkinson’s or some other serious cognitive disorder but he was smoking me… Must have made his day. But I didn’t quit…

Around mile 6 and then again at mile 8 I was passed by a guy pushing a stroller. Yes I got passed twice which means not only was he faster but he went out further and WAS PUSHING A STROLLER!!!!! But I didn’t quit. Even when he let his baby out on the trail to run circles around me – I didn’t quit but accepted the pacifier when the baby offered…

Miles 7-10 were emotionally and physically grueling beyond my wildest nightmares. Going slower than a man pushing a stroller and a guy with Parkinson’s who had just woken up from a coma made lifting my legs and grinding it out more mentally challenging than physically demanding but with every stride I had to force my legs to keep moving when every ounce of me was barking “just walk, you’ll get your miles and at the same speed.” But I didn’t quit.

I finished my 11 miles in what felt like 4.5 hours and owe most of my survival and finish to Coach Bob and the last .25 to Coach Matt – bitching the whole way it was their positivity and encouragement to keep my pace, not push and not break that kept me in one piece.

Not sure how I will recover, have 5 miles tomorrow and hopeful I will rebound with a strong 5 miles. Just gotta shrug it off, put my head down and run.

Boy do I hate running…

Why my fundraising dollars are going to CHLA…

Sitting here pretending not to look at the window and wonder how the heck I am going to run 11 miles tomorrow in this freezing monsoon I got an email from CHLA announcing an incredible advancement and potential breakthrough in treatment of Drug Resistant ALL – check it out:

http://www.chla.org/site/apps/nlnet/content2.aspx?c=ipINKTOAJsG&b=5199721&ct=11582749&notoc=1

Just more reinforcement on why my fundraising efforts are all going to CHLA!!!

 

So… where are the updates and how goes training???

So clearly the updates have fallen off. Work and life have been extraordinarily hectic but as we wind down towards 4/15 and into summer work will become a lot more manageable.

I know this probably sounds crazy, but training has been going really well. I am sore all the time, my back and legs and feet hate me, but it is pain and not hurt, so I slog on. I guess what I am trying to say, is that while I hate running, the training has been uneventful. It has become part of my routine. Good Friend Heather posted this photo recently and I think it can explain my drop off in posts:

As I have gotten over the initial hump, the sense of dread and nervousness that drove the early posts has faded and I haven’t needed this outlet to vent. Like so many other parts of life, running and being sore has just become part of my day. It is incredibly silly given the paltry miles I am running, but while I still hate it, I realize there is nothing truly special or scary about it.

You just put your head down, run, stop, run back. Sure sometimes you throw up on Crown Valley because those super charged Jelly Beans hit your stomach like charcoal, sure the blisters on your toes pop, dry, crust over and give you talons, sure your Achilles’ get so tight you side step down stairs, but these are just consequences of the process. Sure you find yourself taking baths for the first time in 25 years, but there is nothing particularly special or unique – in this “running world” these are just expected consequences that come with the territory.

Last year I coined a phrase for work that I write and repeat often “The Outcome is a Direct Result of the Process.” This is especially true with running and as seen above I am clearly not the first person to realize this. Perhaps I failed to think it through, failed to consider from the outset that this is just a natural evolution in the training. As illustrated above, you become comfortable, develop a routine and repeat. As you repeat you strip it down and look for other things to obsess, stress and build up… Clearly my coaches and the PCRF VIP Training Program has laid out an ideal pattern, method and program because each step up gets easier and easier (if you can say that while your body screams in pain)…

So where am I in the training process?

  • Ran 5 miles last Tuesday
  • Ran 5 miles last Thursday
  • Ran 10 miles on Saturday

Crazy to think that 5 weeks ago I had never run over 3 miles in my life and now I am putting down at least 5 miles 3 days a week…

Thanks for checking in on the updates, thanks for checking in on the training and thanks for your continued support of my fundraising efforts

More soon and more more often – I promise.

And… I STILL HATE RUNNING, even if it has become routine…

In anticipation of running 7 miles Saturday on St. Patrick’s Day

This may be the greatest picture I have ever seen…

Top Ten Headlines:

  1. Only Guinness Record I could ever set…
  2. These are the only type of races I ran in my 20’s
  3. I know I put my Glide in here somewhere
  4. Erin go Barf…
  5. Cinco de Mayo? I thought I was training for Cinco de Drinko
  6. I’ve never seen “Running is good for you” in Gaelic…
  7. {insert inappropriate joke about St. Patrick running almost all the snakes out of Ireland}
  8. 8269 isn’t my bib # it is my bar tab…
  9. Brilliant!

Thanks for checking out the blog and staying interested in my training. Looks like this Saturday will be 7 miles in the rain so I can use all the good vibes I can get…

Usually running in the rain means I forgot an umbrella. Ok. that is a lie. Usually running in the rain is my reminder that I have never owned an umbrella… I was going to insert a picture of an umbrella hat, but this is too amazing not to share

Apparently the umbrella hat is the official headgear for deranged psychos and interweb weirdos…

You know it was a tough night when…

1) at 3.5 miles Bonnie Prince Billy’s song “I see a darkness” comes on and there is not another of your 8,000+ songs more fitting.

2) despite mapquesting, google mapping and running your route through 3 “runner’s mapping” sites you still get in your car and retrace the route because it felt twice as far… Turns out it was 4.1 – I knew it was too long

3) new shoes make you feel like running in cinder block boots. Speaking of boots – thank god the “white dudes in Timberlands” and other heavy boots fad never lasted. Cool kids wear soft soles and slip ons.

Eeps gotta be up in 5 hours for runner’s conditioning class… Going to be a tough week considering I already did legs Monday

6 miles – CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

finished 6 miles today in training without stopping. Ran with an incredible group of people – thanks to Heather and Linda for letting me rant, curse and banter the entire final 3 miles.

HOWEVER, let’s address a myth I am so tired of hearing about…

“Runner’s High”

All my runner friends talk about getting a “runner’s high” but none can ever pinpoint an exact moment or run where they can remember feeling it. Everyone describes it like some level of nirvana or Zen, but apparently it is more like getting Marijuana High because no one can remember if, how or when it happened.

I think runner’s high is actually the transition from being out of shape and wheezing, coughing and struggling for air to the point where you you can run and talk at the same time. While this is a mighty achievement – that is not getting high, this is getting high:

Anyway, MYTH BUSTED.

Also, I know some people didn’t like my goals below, too bad. It has been brought to my attention that I also don’t want to be this guy:

or this guy… for a variety of reasons:

so I may adopt this strategy:

Happy Saturday. I still hate running.