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Dozen Marathons

12Who remembers this from Sesame Street? Give it a little play…this song has been in my head all week. Twelve marathons? Crazypants.

As mentioned in my most recent post, it is tradition that I journal before each race. This race, I feel nervous, optimistic, somewhat confident, anxious and eager. Basically, I am Sybil.

Earlier this week, my mom called me a pro in marathons, and I countered by saying I am seasoned. This is #12 which means I know what to expect. I know when it will get hard and I know that the finish line is worth the struggle. While some runners are worried about the cold and wind, I have actually done this exact race in both of those elements. I know how to fuel, hydrate and dress. This isn’t about the science anymore – I have got that down. This is all about my attitude.

Choose your attitude – one of my personal core values. And I choose to be positive.

My best two races were London (2011) and Illinois (2012) and both had one major component in common: I had a positive attitude. I remember during London, at mile 22, I thought about being the obnoxious runner that screamed, “Only 4 more miles left guys!” And at Illinois, I didn’t let the demons in until mile 23 when the wind sparked up. Tomorrow is all about attitude – being positive, not allowing the negative thoughts in and trusting my training (as well as my coach who will be by my side).

There is nothing I can do to further prepare myself. I felt super confident about my endurance about a month ago, and then I traveled every week/weekend and some of the long runs fell off. At this point, I can’t change that and have to hope that the 3-20 mile runs I did were enough to keep me moving long after that. In contrast, I AM super confident in my speed training – I had never done it consistently before, but this season, I was dedicated. Sometimes twice a week with Crossfit Endurance as well as my morning sessions with Adam, Kelly, Jess and Chad. As a result,  I know I am faster than I have been in the past. Finally, to keep the legs warm, I have had a relatively easy week including lots and lots of water, an easy run on Monday, speed training on Tuesday and an basic 3-miler yesterday.

Carbing up at lunch while doing course review with Adam

Carbing up at lunch while doing course review with Adam

JD and I talked strategy yesterday on our 3-miler and we seem to be in agreement. He is never allowed to ask “How are you doing?” because I am scared it will open up Pandora’s box. He is allowed to remind me how many people will be disappointed if I don’t hit my goal (which may or may not be true, but as a competitor, this strategy will work on motivating me). We will talk only as it relates to strategy but not waste energy in conversation. We will start off conservatively and vacillate in pace throughout. When we get to mile 23, we give it all we’ve got. That last burst down Meridian will be hard and long, but it will be the final stretch to cheers, hugs, dry and warm sweatshirts and margaritas.

After my last run before the race!

After my last run before the race!

What we don’t agree on is my goal. My last PR was 4:15:01 in 2012, which is a 9:44/mile pace. I have been training for a 4:10 marathon which is a 9:30/mile pace. JD thinks I can pull out a 4:05 which is a 9:20/mile pace. Honestly, if I get a 4:14, I’ll be damn happy with even a slight PR. But my goal is 4:10.

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I don’t know if I can do it. It seems reasonable – the speed is there. But is the endurance at that speed? Saturday is the test. I haven’t raced a marathon in a long time so no matter the outcome, this will be a good day. You’ll definitely hear from me in great detail when it’s all said and done. And despite my goals, no matter what, running 26.2 miles is something to be proud of. When I wake up on Sunday, unable to rollover in bed to watch the NYC Marathon on TV, I’ll drape that medal around my neck and be happy regardless. I just hope it’s 4 hours and ten minutes of happy.

MASSIVE thanks to the cheerleaders that will be out there – I know our neighborhood will be in full force as we run right through it at mile 6. And my friends, Jake, Meghan, Cindy, JR, Brendan, Lauren, Jenny, Dawn, Dan and Travis have planned a day of cheering and day-drinking. The fact that our friends want to be out in the freezing cold to catch a glimpse of us running by means everything. I can never articulate how incredible it is to know friends are waiting – it’s such a boost of energy and helps break up the distance. #blessed

Best of luck to all the runners out there: Amy, Adam, Jess, Chad, Martha (NYC!) doing the full. Lilly doing the half. And all those I have forgotten. Let’s freeze our bums off together and get it done.

First half with your head. Second half with your heart.

 

 

Pre-marathon blog posts….a review.

In preparation for this pre-marathon blog, I decided to dig up all of those posts that I have written in the past before the big race. The themes seem to be similar: nerves, strategy, and prepping myself mentally. Come along with me and let’s revisit the past…

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  • For my 4th marathon (right after I started blogging), my post was all about race prep – what to wear, what to eat. But it is sweet to remember the amazing care package my coworkers put together for me before tackling the hills of San Fran!
  • A few weeks later, I ran #5 – the same race I am doing Saturday. And similar to this year, it will be cold. This pre-race blog talked about how to pace myself…something I am not as worried about for this race.
  • In prep for London, I wrote a blog to “The Stranger at the Finish Line.” This is one of my favorites because it’s so true. And I remember finding that stranger after the race and hugging him. He too had run for Parkinson’s UK.
  • For race #7, I was running Chicago for the first time. I was injured – saddled up with Achilles tendinitis so the nerves came from a different place (such as my doctor scaring the hell out of me by warning me that I could snap my Achilles and it would roll up into my calf!) But love seeing how adorable my tiny niece was at this time.
  • And then there as #8 – the day I PR’d and have been chasing down that time ever since. It was over 2 years ago that I achieved a personal best – 4:15:01. Something I am trying to beat this weekend. I ran the race with Christi in Illinois and we dominated it. Plus, rereading those inspirational messages from my London PUK friends makes me tear up even now.
  • Clearly my head wasn’t in it for #9. And clearly a poet I am not.
  • #10 was just ridiculous – running 26 laps around a 1-mile course? What were we thinking? But I love this pre-race blog because it opens with my journey into running.
  • And lastly, Chicago last year to round out #11. I was Little Miss Sunshine going into it and though I didn’t hit my goal, it was a good race.

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I’ll compose this year’s traditional post this week and I am sure much of it will be deja vu from the past. Reading these past 8 posts has been a great exercise – a journal of sorts. A glimpse into my past brain. A way to distinguish how I felt based on training and certain times in my life. Each one of these journeys to 26.2 has been unique and Saturday will be accumulation of everything. From the very first time I ran 1 mile in 15ish minutes in 2005, to the first training run of this season. It’s a celebration. It’s a test. It will be an accomplishment.

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Stay tuned for more.

 

On my mind…

As a distance runner, I have a lot of time to think. As a mental distance runner, I have a lot of opportunity to distract myself from the sometimes boredom, and the often pain of a long run. I have found the best mind games are when I create really intricate stories in my head and think through every detail including conversations with various characters. For example, I once imagined I met Peyton Manning on my run and spent the next 4 miles creating dialogue we’d have and stories I would share. I have also thought very specifically through the scenarios of:

–Me getting shot and driving myself to the hospital

–Carjacking

–Kidnapping

–Saving a child from oncoming traffic

–And more times than I can count, I have thought about what if I had been at the finish line just 30 minutes after I left it in Boston, 2013.

I have a detailed imagination and when it serves me (like running) I can distract myself better than most. (Other times, like when trying to sleep or paying attention to a lecture, this daydreaming is not my friend).

Where am I going with this? Hang tight, my children.

Yesterday, as I was running 20 miles and trying to let my mind wander away from the fact that my breath seemed shallow and my hips didn’t lie, I came up with this blog post. So, without further ado….

ON MY MIND, by Meggie Dials

What are the things you think about every single day? Sure getting dressed, brushing your teeth, getting in your car, eating, sleeping, your kids, your pets, your spouse would all qualify for this question. But what I am asking about are the people, the situations, the scenarios and the issues that plague your mind every single day without convenience – for good or for bad. Not the things that are forced into your daily view and therefore you think about them, but the things that take effort for you to bring to mind. Or the things that are so panoptic that you can’t avoid thinking about them. Here is the non inclusive list I came up with:

  • Running. Every single day I think about running. When will I get a run in? How do my legs feel? If I don’t run, I guilt myself the rest of the day for not running. Running is as much a part of my every day as any other topic.
  • Crossfit. Though I have decreased my frequency in doing cf in the past few months, I still think about the gym, our community and the workouts every day. I check to see what the WOD is each day, I follow along with my gymmates’ progress and even though I am a little further removed from the 6x a week girl I used to be, I still flex my arms every day to make sure the muscle is still there.
  • Weight. Every day, multiple times a day, I think about my weight. I run my palm over my stomach to see if I can feel any fluctuations, negative or positive. I question what I eat for every meal based on how I feel about my weight that day. I always wish to be thinner but some days I catch just the right angle in the mirror and I calm my anxiety and internally commend myself for the work and progress that’s been made over many years. And on the good days, I say out loud “Damn girl, you look good” and I wish so much I had more of those days.
  • My dad’s health. Every day I think about his sickness and every time I do, I push it back into that dark place. The one in your head where you know it exists but you try so very hard to pretend it doesn’t so that it won’t turn your every emotion into a sadness that you’re not sure you’ll ever get out from underneath.
  • There are others – people that I think about every day. The ones, like Dan, who I know I will talk with almost every day because wouldn’t it be weird if we didn’t? And the ones like Nathan who I described as “my water” when I gave a toast at his rehearsal dinner last month. I am lucky to have many people in my life that occupy such a pleasant and wonderful place in my brain and this post is a reminder that I need to not just think about them, but to also convey to them their importance in my life. I won’t mention them all here but #blessed.
  • What’s next? Though my life is 76% planned until mid-November, that never stops me from asking myself every day what’s next? What will I do post-marathon? What travel do I have scheduled for December? What new adventure do I need to go on? What is the next party I will plan? The next organization I will get involved in? The next movie I want to see? I live for excitement and know well enough that if I don’t plan it, it may not exist. So planning I do. Always.
  • Kids. I don’t know if I want kids but if you don’t bring it up (which is rare – I get the question multiple times a week), don’t worry, I will ask myself. I am at that age where I guess I should be feeling eggs rot or at least be concerned with that dreadful “35 years old and high risk pregnancies.” But the weird part is, I don’t care about age at all, that’s not what drives my thoughts each day. It’s when I see a little blonde girl, like I did this morning, walking like a baby deer does when it first discovers its legs and I want to straight.up.steal.her.  Or, conversely, when I hear that some of our friends are going to sit at home on a Sunday and watch cartoons. One experience is a +1 for having kids and the next is a -1. I can’t seem to find a running pattern so instead of acting, I just think. And everyday it’s a conversation in my head with no conclusion – like a room full of arrogant sales people who all just want to hear themselves talk but walk out of the meeting with absolutely no progress made.
  • And lastly, the biggest thing I have been thinking about every day is not a new concept, but is one that just recently started to become a daily nuisance. Every single day, I mourn the fact that I have never had an adult relationship with my dad.

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When my friends used to talk about their fathers, I listened, smiled and laughed, or whatever the conversation called for. But now, it’s like this massive tumor inside me boils up each time this topic comes up and just aches and aches. I try to listen and be what normal friends are – supportive. But instead, all I can think about is my pure envy that I don’t have that. My dad was diagnosed with Parkinsons when I was in high school. When I called him on 9/11 I hung up the phone because though I had dialed 343-9846, the man who answered didn’t sound like my dad at all. At my college graduation, we had to take breaks walking from the PAC to my sorority house. Though he has always been a quiet man, this disease has silenced him. We didn’t have a super open relationship before he got sick, but who knows what it would have been like when I got older. Maybe we would have sat at the kitchen table together – him drinking Scotch and me a V&S and talking about things. For example, I just recently found out that he once went skiing in Austria! That’s the kind of thing I want to talk about. His past experiences and me sharing my life. When my friends tell me that their dads gave them career advice or commended them on their promotion, my heart stings. I want that. I want that so badly.

The closest thing I have is when I was in early college and I’d come home for a break. My dad would put gas in my car, sneak me a $20 bill and a bottle of Bacardi into my trunk since I was still underage. Silly that it’s that memory I hold on to so tightly. But when it’s all you have, even something so trivial becomes monumental.

My brother and I have talked about what we have and what we don’t and we realize that we are quite lucky- we still have our dad despite his disease. But we wonder about what life would be like if he was just old and retired vs old and sick. It would change so much in our lives and in our mom’s. Her life is that of a caretaker and though she does it incredibly well, there is no doubt a constant strain on her too.

And you know that dark place I mentioned earlier? I wish I could put this thought – this one I have titled “Having an Adult Relationship With My Dad” – back into that place. Because now that it’s out. Now that I feel it. I can’t stifle it. I can’t unthink it. I can’t watch my friends’ dads be a part of their life without this massive longing that can sometimes feel paralyzing.

I know I am not alone. There are many of us who lack that parental relationship once we are in our 30s. I guess I just wish I had known. I wish that I had known that when we played basketball in the driveway or went grocery shopping together or when he drove me to high school in his piece of shit Skyhawk, that it would be those memories I would treasure so much.

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20 miles, 32,000 steps

It has been awhile since I have blogged. These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of work, travel, weddings and overall busyness. I have kept up my speed training pretty consistently and have done plenty of small runs, but the long run has evaded me. Until yesterday.

I have known since summer that this time of year would be a major training obstacle. I calculated all of the weekends I would be out of town and add in a few work conferences, I almost didn’t sign up for the Monumental Marathon.  The long run is the most important and I know myself well enough to recognize that I won’t get that distance in unless I am home, in Indy, on a Saturday morning. When it comes to running, I am a creature of habit.

So this weekend and next weekend are the only two open dates for me to finalize my training and start tapering. One down, one more to go.

I ate pasta and had an early night on Friday. JD had agreed to run with me on Saturday but also ended up being out until 3am with his buddies the night before so I knew our 8am start time wasn’t a reality. But I woke up, stretched, drank my protein and played Ke$ha loud enough to wake the slumbering. 206

We finally got on the road and started running from the deck in Broadripple at 9am. The weather was quite perfect- chilly, low wind and no precipitation. Even the sun peaked out to say hello. I had no idea what to expect from my body yesterday but I was mentally committed to running 20, no matter how long it took.

The before.

The before.

I immediately tuned my headphones to a TedX talk about “Transformation.” It lasted me through 5.5 miles and was fascinating – from interviewing a transgender model, an amputee and a murderer, I was thoroughly entertained. Both JD and I decided against wearing a running belt given the lack of humidity and that our path would cross multiple water spots, so when we saw water, we stopped briefly. Our pace was great – 9:26/mile consistently and I felt pretty damn good.

Any of my loyal followers will know that I don’t like to run in one straight line. I love “chunking up” the miles by going south a few, north a few, east, west – whatever it takes to make the distance seem surmountable. But for some reason yesterday, I agreed that we’d run 10 north and 10 back, which is well past my comfort zone. I have a rule that I don’t run past the Palladium. Mainly it’s because I like to run a track that I know. I want to pass by the known landmarks and mile markers. I like the familiar strangers I know but don’t know as I run alongside them. I am a creature of habit, after all.

Running north.

Running north.

When we got to 5.5 miles, I fueled up on some Gatorade gummies and swapped my talk radio to a playlist. JD was in great spirits and though he hasn’t run this distance since Boston, my pace is so much slower than his, he wasn’t hurting. We ran north from the Monon Center, and then north of the Palladium. As we crossed into Carmel, and then Westfield, I tried to keep my mind on my music. I played Katy Perry’s “Roar” twice as it fuels my energy and confidence. But it was during Nikki Minaj that I just stopped running and fell into a crouch. JD stopped and asked me what was wrong and like a whiny drama queen, I squabbled that I hate running this far  north and where the hell were we and why were we so far away from our car?? I had let the mental demons in already and I was only 8.43 miles in.

I rallied after a few obnoxious tears and we got to the 10 mile marker without any  more outcrys. We ran into Matt who was doing 20 and then Chad who was as well. It was comforting to see their faces and know that they too were enduring a lot of distance that day. At the 10-mile point, we stopped to take a pic. After all, it was as far north as I have been in a very long time.

210We turned around and our pace quickened. Not only was the distance downhill, but the path was actually downhill. I stopped to fuel at 13 miles and also stopped to walk up the bridge around mile 14. JD encouraged me to run up the hill but I didn’t want to. My breathing was labored and I just didn’t think running it would do any good for me at that point. As I was snappily telling him to essentially “back off and let me run my run” a woman who we had seen earlier passed us. She asked how many we were going at our speedy pace (20) and oh my gosh that’s so far considering I can’t keep up with you (thank you) and you should take breaks to make sure you can finish. She was lovely and after a quick apology to JD for being a running diva, we kept on.

My braids turned into squirrel tails with the sweat

My braids turned into squirrel tails with the sweat

The last 7 miles were tough. If I had slowed down, we could have finished without as many breaks but JD was pushing me fast. We caught up with Chad with 2 miles to go and we laughed about how all 3 of us wanted to call an Uber. With just a mile to go, I told JD that he needed to let me dictate pace as I was running really hard but didn’t want to feel badly that I couldn’t keep up. He has full confidence that not only can I PR in November, but that I can break even my own lofty goals. So he kept increasing speed to see if I would keep up. And I did, but it wasn’t easy. When we (finally!) finished, and looked at the time, I realized it was probably the fastest 20-miler I have done. A 9:28 pace (with an outlier of a 10:40 lap when I grumpily and emotionally walked up a hil)l is pretty damn great. Overall, I’d stoplight-score this run as follows:
Legs – GREEN, Lungs – YELLOW, Mind – RED

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after

On the way home, I told JD that we would need to work on our race strategy. Clearly, I can be dramatic and downright bitchy when my body is hurting. And though his intent is to keep me strong and encouraged, I read it the wrong way often. If we put together a race plan that I agree to before hand, and he just helps me stick with it, hopefully we can avoid the tears and angst.

This morning I woke up and felt like I had run a marathon. I have done plenty of 20s in my life and this one ended up hurting me a lot more than it should have. I blame my soreness on the fact that I haven’t done a long run in many weeks and my body just isn’t conditioned to the recovery the way it should be. I couldn’t even turn over in bed without pained effort. My knee has a sharp pain in it and my calves and Achilles are bitching. I rode my bike to Crossfit to loosen up the muscle and then spent the first 25 minutes rolling around on a foam roller and using a lacrosse ball on my calves, before doing some abs and pullup work.

205The remainder of the day will be rest, plus some icing for my knee. I leave for San Fran tomorrow and so my fitness regiment will be limited. But I am hoping that next Saturday, I can do it all over again. Some may say back-to-back 20s aren’t smart this close to a race, and I hear that. But I need another long run to get the mental strength required for the November 1st start line.

Today is the Chicago Marathon and the first time in 3 years I haven’t run it. I don’t miss the anxiety that goes into running that race but I am following along via text alerts for my friends. JR should be crossing the finish line any minute for his very first full marathon and I know without a doubt, no matter what the time, he will be beyond proud of himself. More than he could have ever imagined.

Three weeks and counting. I think I can….I think I can…

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Marathon Training Week #6

I started this blog on August 21st…..and finished it today. OOps.

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The last time I blogged about running was the day before I attempted 20 miles. Funny that I am in the same position today!

Let’s catch up:

Sure enough- I did get through all 20 miles two Saturdays ago. I started at 7am and ran 3 miles by myself before meeting a large crew of people. We then ran a back and forth, north and south route so that those who wanted to run 7 could, while others ran 12 miles, 17 miles and me – 20. My overall pace for 20 miles was a 9:26 which I was really happy with. The first three by myself were pretty fast, and the last 7 were all around 9-9:10min/mile. There is something about turning around, running south toward our cars that speeds us up. We were smart this time and once we hit the turnaround point, we put in our headphones so we could focus on finishing rather than trying to talk and breathe at the same time. Dana and Kate pulled ahead, I ran middle and Adam was clean-up. My first 20 miler of 2014 = done!

2-0!

2-0!

week64The next week, I took a couple of days off to let my body recover and then went to Crossfit Endurance. We ran an 800m time trial (holy hell, I hate racing an 800 and barely squeaked out with a 3:33 time) and then sprinted 4 x 100 at an all-out speed. The next day, I met Jess, Adam, Kelly and Chad for speed training on the canal. Our plan called for mile repeats so after a 1-mile warmup, we took off. The goal was to keep them under an 8:18/mile pace and we did: 7:47, 8:04 and 8:02. They were exhausting! Which then brings me to my long run for the week. After an exhausting day of work (8 hours for my day job and another 5 as I worked a project for a friend), I didn’t really think through my running strategy for the following morning. I woke up, I got dressed, I showed up and that was about it. Within the first 6 miles, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do 18 miles that day. My legs were just so tired and had no energy in them. We decided to run a total of 10 miles and then call it quits in exchange for breakfast and mimosas together. We “listened to our body” even if it was my head doing most of the convincing. I just didn’t have it.

This week has started off great! I ran 3.1 miles on Monday before work.

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Then Tuesday, I did personal training with JD at Crossfit Naptown and then followed immediately by Crossfit Endurance. We did 1000m repeats….sound familiar? I had done 5 of these with the Wednesday morning crew just a couple of weeks ago. At CFE, the workout was 4 x 1000m repeats with about 4 minutes of rest. My first two were dead on consistent at 4:30 time. The 3rd slowed way down to 4:45 and the last was at 4:38. Though I didn’t do the math to see how this compared to the weeks before, I think it may be a tad bit faster. I hope so – I am definitely eager to see the results of this consistent speed training.

The next day (yesterday), I woke up early to meet the crew on the canal for another interval session. It had rained the night before so I was secretly hoping for thunderstorms. I’d easily convince myself to stay in bed if it was storming. But when I checked my weather app, it was almost cruel. Not only was it perfectly clear, the background photo for Indy was the Canal. It was a sign – I was going to do my speed training.

week62This workout called for a mile warmup, and then .75 miles, .75 miles, .5 miles, .5 miles. The times were supposed to be at 7:58 and 8:03 respectively. Adam, Kelly and I ran these at even faster! We did the following paces: 7:52, 7:44, 7:40 and 7:35. Though I hate getting out of bed, there is no better feeling than getting home at 7:30am and knowing I just ran with everything I had next to two inspiring runners.

Today is a rest day – although I may end up going to Crossfit later as it’s mostly arms. Then tomorrow, I am attempting 20 miles for the 2nd time. I would have no concerns about this since my first went so well, but last week was just so disappointing. I know everyone has bad days but my legs were just so fatigued there was no getting around it. Fingers crossed that tomorrow will be great and I’ll knock out 20 miles before most people have had their second cup of coffee. Luckily, I have 3 friends joining me – Jess, JR and Dana.

I’ll publish this after the run….to make sure that I actually did it :)

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Well here we are….September 15th, almost a month later. WHOOPS. So the above story ends like this: I woke up to 75 degrees and 100% humidity at 5:30am and it was miserable and hot and thick and rainy and I did 14 very painful miles and stopped. 20-mile-fail. But the next week…even though the humidity was just as high, the temps were better. And though it took me awhile (9:59/mile pace), I got through all 20 miles and the last few were right at 9:15/mile. Last week was ALSO hot and humid but we did 14 and felt pretty darn good about it. And this past weekend, I was in the most fabulous wedding of all time and therefore didn’t get a long run in.

In between the long runs, I have been doing crossfit endurance every week as well as my speed training. My hip still hurts but I’m seeing a physical therapist which is helping. I am averaging right around 30 miles a week and when I am running my normal 3-5 milers, I am sub-9 each time. Yesterday, I knocked out 4 miles, two of which were around 8:10/mile pace!

So though I haven’t been blogging about it….I have still been training. And just like the last two times, I am gearing up for another 20-miler this weekend. I am hoping to run it alone….to give myself a chance to run my pace and to break when I need to. I know it will be lonely and more boring and I will have to rely on my own inner strength to keep moving. But it will be as much mental training as it will be physical. Hopefully it won’t take me 3+ weeks to recap it for you :)

Until next time…here are some training pics!

 

Monday morning run.

Monday morning run.

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14 miles instead of 20.

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Just a Sunday afternoon jog

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early morning speed training

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My favorite running view in Indy? At least top 3.

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Chad coming in at his longest run ever – 15 miles!

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A bit slower the 2nd time around.

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Adam’s first 20-miler of the year!

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2nd-20 of the season

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14 sweaty miles

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Paying homage to the namesake. #bemonumental

 

The Ice Bucket Challenge

For those that are finding negative in the ice bucket challenge, you’re really chapping my hide.

People that bitch about this challenge need to find a hobby. For heaven’s sake –it’s for a good cause. It’s mobilized people to do something, to talk about something and to donate for a cause that many people knew nothing about. I guarantee every charity out there would love nothing more than to get people talking about their cause. “Oh wait,” you say….”people aren’t talking about the cause. They are just throwing water over their heads to get attention” Sure, there may be people who have done this and have no idea about the cause behind it. Or who have forgotten to talk about ALS in their pre-drenching speech. Or who haven’t donated the recommended $10 when they post their video. But what about the percentage of people who have? I don’t have the facts but from what I understand, ALS is seeing a massive spike in donations year over year. So it’s working.

And for those that say we shouldn’t be concerned with ice buckets and ALS when people are fighting for their lives and religious freedom in Iraq and shop owners are losing thousands of dollars in Ferguson and have we already forgotten the importance of mental illness? Oddly enough, talking about one thing doesn’t mean we can’t also care about another. Causes aren’t mutually exclusive.

If you don’t like watching the videos, then don’t. If you don’t want to donate, then don’t. But to call people narcissistic because they posted a video? To shame someone’s charitable donation because it also came with a silly video? Get over yourselves. People talk about their giving to inspire others to do the same. And if you think the only way to be truly generous is to do it anonymously, then talk to the families that benefit from that public donation.

I was nominated twice for the ice bucket challenge and quite frankly, I really just don’t want to have freezing water poured on my head. So I donated to ALS in honor of both nominations, and then I posted about it on Facebook. My intention in sharing this was not so people would commend me for my actions, but because 1) I wanted my nominators to know that I heard their call to action and 2) I hope that someone else sees that link, clicks on it and is inspired to open up their pockets. So wait….the chain letter effect worked? I felt compelled to donate because someone else got drenched while saying my name? YUP. Sure did.

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Let’s let something that has a whole lot of positive to it be just that: Positive.

 

Marathon Training update – Week 4 #bemonumental

I am in my 4th week of marathon training and though I intended to blog every week throughout, I am clearly behind. Whoops.

Week two was a solid week – I ran a total of 30 miles which included speed training and a 15 miler! For speed training, the week called for 4 x 800m at an 8:03/mile pace. I did this on my lunch break and the weather was cool, but insanely humid. The pavement was wet and I was soaking sweaty by the first interval. As you can see in the below picture, my eye makeup was everywhere including my tank. But! I knocked out the segments at the mile pace of: 7:26, 7:50, 7:44, and 7:48 pace for each 800.

Rocking my "Run to Be" Tiffanys finisher "medal" from the San Fran Women's Marathon in 2010

Rocking my “Run to Be” Tiffanys finisher “medal” from the San Fran Women’s Marathon in 2010

Also that week, I met my friends Cindy and Chad at 6am to run 4 miles together. I can’t tell you the last time I got my bum up to run that early but having accountability partners made all the difference. I convinced them both that talking would be better than music and as a result, the miles flew by.

downtown stretchin'

downtown stretchin’

That Saturday, I met with JR, Cindy, Dana, Chad and Adam to run 15 miles. JR and Cindy are much faster so they pulled away easily within the first 3 miles. The group spread out based on pace which left  just me and Adam cruising in for our first break at 6 miles. I made him pick up the pace to a 9 min/mile on mile 6 as I knew we would take a bio break and stretch our legs. But as we approached Broadripple, the sky opened up and let out a massive thunderstorm. Huge rain drops, lightning, thunder. There was no safe or sane way to keep running, so after a little pow-wow under the Brugge Deck, we all called it quits.

Rain selfie!

Rain selfie!

I was disappointed because not only had I geared myself up for 15, I was wearing new shorts and a new tank from my favorite online Running gear store (Runningwarehouse.com) They only lasted 6 miles due to the drenching.

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As I drove back home, I noticed that the storm had already passed through downtown. I texted Cindy, hoping she’d want to finish this run with me. Within 25 minutes, she and I were back on the pavement, ready to knock out the remaining 9 miles. I did mention that Cindy is faster than me, right? She kept me at a 9:30 pace for the next 6 miles but they seemed very labored for me. When we took our final break before completing the last 3 miles, we decided not to talk and just listen to music. It made ALL the difference. I have been doing so much solo running that I am just not used to keeping up faster speeds while talking. We clocked our last 3 miles right at 9 minute miles which is impressive to me considering it was the end of a 15-miler! I couldn’t have done it without her.

Week 3: Last week I only ran 27.5 miles but it was also vacation week! The Perfect Strangers took our 3rd annual girls trip to Nashville last weekend. Though I had all intentions to try to do my long run (17 miles) while in Nashville….we all know how that went. I hate “finding miles” while in a new city and just didn’t have the motivation. But… there were still some runs of note last week.

Crossfit Endurance: JD and I love this class so much. It’s an amazing community of fit people that get together at our gym every Tuesday at 6pm. Our coach warms us up with various drills and then we do an interval workout of their choosing. Last week, Zane (coach) had us do 15 x 200m sprints with 30 seconds of rest. Let me tell you how brutal this was! Though 200m isn’t very long, that 30 second rest isn’t’ either. I’d have just about enough time to open my water bottle before having to run again. But it was an absolute blast! It is fun to run fast.

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The next morning, I met with Kelly and Adam to run another speed training session. This one was prescribed by my training program and so is a little more long-distance focused. We warmed up with a mile jog and then ran the following:

.75 miles

.625 miles

.5 miles

.325 miles

.25 miles

.125 miles

Between each, we walked for about 300 meters before starting up again. Though the distance of each segment decreases, your pace is supposed to increase. And ours did! We started under an 8 minute pace and never went over. By the end, we were sub 7 for those little sprints. It was so fantastic to have company and though we didn’t talk while we were running, having both of them next to me pushed me to run harder!

Over the weekend in Nashville (by the way, if you want a full recap of the trip, read my friend Bri’s blog here!), some girls dropped in at the local Crossfit gym while five of us went for a run! We wanted to do 7 miles and we didn’t care about pace. So we made our very own Nashville #runsploration! Running down Broadway, we headed to the river, thinking we could run alongside of it. But we found ourselves on what may be their “Monon” trail but it was surrounded by industrial businesses and construction. We headed back to the strip and double backed long enough to get to our goal distance, take some great pictures and find some brutal hills.

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The rest of the weekend was just an amazing time with some of my favorite people.  I took my first “rest” day of the week that Saturday and then came home on Sunday and ran a very easy 5 miles.

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Week 4: (This week!) So far, it’s been a solid week. Monday was crossfit. Tuesday is Crossfit Endurance Day! Typically, we average about 2-2.5 miles during CFE so I decided to do a 2-miler before the class so I could get more miles in. Silly Meggie. When I got there, Coach Peter told us we were going to do 3 x 1 mile repeats. After a warm up, we all took off. My first mile was at 7:49 and man did I feel it! We took 3 minute breaks between each mile so when I took off for mile 2, I slowed down a little. This one clocked in at 8:06 (which also included about a 5-8 second delay due to a stoplight). The last one was right at 8 minutes. My legs were fatigued but I was happy with my times!

Then the following morning (yesterday), I met up with Kelly, Adam and Chad on the canal for another 6:30am speed sesh. We warmed up with a 1000m jog and then took off. Whereas the previous week we ran the full circle of the canal a couple of times, this time we ran back and forth the same strip so we could mark distance and be near each other. The workout called for 5 x 1000m sprints. Though it also had us jogging in between for .25 miles, we opted for just a full resting break of 2 minutes in between. Our splits were very consistent: 7:48 pace, 7:47, 7:41, 7:51, 7:48. Though in the beginning, I always dread these days, it feels so amazing to know that we ran with everything we had and were done for the day by 7:30am!

early morning runnin'

early morning runnin’

Last night I played two games of soccer and can definitely feel the toll of this new speed training. My hips hurt – but not in the places they normally hurt. This pain is higher up on my body, like right around my hip bones vs my groin. I assume that when I am running fast, I am twisting my torso and therefore stretching this area? I don’t know. I just know it feels uncomfortable. I have a 4-6 easy miler either today or tomorrow and then the big run on Saturday. My plan calls for 20 miles which seems very aggressive in week 4 of training. No promises, but I am going to go for it!

Also, I bought new shoes online today and cannot wait for them to arrive. Whether my shoes actually need replaced or not, my brain has convinced myself that these puppies have met their D Day. They definitely have 400+ miles on them so I think it’s time.

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More updates after this weekend! Hope everyone who is training is sticking with it and enjoying this nice summer weather we are having!

Marathon Training: Week 1 #bemonumental

This past week, I started training for my 12th marathon! For the past three years, I have done the Chicago Marathon in the fall but this year, I opted for a more familiar course: The Indianapolis Monumental Marathon. I have done this race twice before and both were great runs for me. The course is flat, it’s a great time of year and I love that I can see friends and family members throughout the course.

I have two training plans I am operating from and can’t figure out which one to fully commit to. One is a hybrid of a bunch of old training programs that involves 4 days of running per week, including Crossfit endurance (speed training). The other is the FAST program which is 3 days of running and is pretty aggressive. As for now, I am kind of doing both! As long as I stick to an overall mileage target, a long run target and do some sort of speed training each week, I will be happy.

Monday kicked off with Crossfit.

Tuesday morning, I woke up ready to run and then saw the Crossfit WOD and was torn. I love long chippers and this one was right up my alley. So I ran from my house to crossfit, did the WOD and then ran home for a total of 3 miles. That night, I went to Crossfit Endurance which was a ladder: 1 min on, 1 min off, 2 on, 1 off, 3 on, 4 on, 3, 2, 1. A total of 2.3 miles of sprinting and a 600m warm up. Total mileage for the day: 5.7.

Wednesday: rest

Thursday: I got up early to do the speed training work out FAST recommends. Based on a predicted marathon time, I was to do 1 mile warm up, then three mile repeats at 8:18/mile, then 1 mile cool down. I started from my house and ran to the canal for a total of 1.5 miles at a 9 min/mile pace. Then, I took off. My first mile was 7:54.

week1I took a 2 minute break and then knocked out the second one at 8:01.

2 down

2 down

Then finished my last mile repeat at 8:09…happily under my 8:18 target and feeling exhausted, yet strong.

I jogged home for a total of 5.5 miles. (Also, check my amazing peacock tights!)

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Friday: I woke up and did an easy run to shake out the legs…. 3.3 miles.

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Saturday: Long run day! The goal was 13 miles and I met Adam, Jess and Dana at the Monon at 7:30am. We didn’t have much of a plan other than to hover in the 9:30-9:45/mile range and to break infrequently. We ran north of the Monon and I loved being back on the red line. I have been doing so much downtown running that I have missed the familiar feeling of the Monon Trail. I saw plenty of people I knew and have so many good memories out there. Saturday was just like old times! We didn’t break until 5.5 miles and it was a longer rest. We fueled, stretched and went to the bathroom. At 6.5, we turned around and headed back to the cars. Because we were up by 106th, there were plenty of trees and Dana’s GPS wasn’t registering real-time pace very well. We kept speeding up and at one point I asked “Why are we sprinting right now?!” Dana’s watch read 9:55/mile so she kept speeding up. Finally when it caught up with her, we were doing closer to an 8:50 which is a little aggressive for a long run! But we kept powering through and kept running fast for the next 2 miles. We knew we’d have a natural break at 86th to cross the street so we sprinted there. And when we got to the other side, we slowed down to a 9:20 pace which felt amazing in comparison to the previous miles. Maybe this is a new running tactic: run fast in the middle of your long run and when you slow down it will feel easy!

From there we coasted into Broadripple and took our 2nd break at mile 11.5. Only 1.5 miles to go but we needed water and Gatorade. Adam, who hadn’t run more than 5 miles total in the past 2-3 weeks was feeling it a little and he caught up to us at our break. The four of us took off and finished around 2:04 for the ladies and 2:06 for Adam. Overall pace: 9:30! It felt awesome and I was really happy with our finish.

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week4Sunday: JD and I went to Crossfit together. I made him run there with me as I needed 2.4 miles to get to 30 overall miles for the week. We then did 2 crossfit workouts and walk/ran home.

Week one complete!!! Thirty miles, 9 total workouts and a great start to training. Only 15 more weeks to go!!

#bemonumental

#dozenmarathons

 

 

Firecracker 6 – 2014

Running on the 4th of July has been a Dials Family tradition for the past few years. We used to always do the Carmel Freedom Run, but last year, we changed it up and ran the Firecracker 6 for the first time. Located downtown, it’s an awesome course with great energy, and much closer to home.

I have been putting in quite a few miles lately and though I haven’t done anything over 7-10 miles since the Mini Marathon, I have been steadily running 4-5 miles often. I know I am getting faster, but I wasn’t sure how fast I could go if I pushed myself for all 6 miles of this race. My goal, however, was to race it. I talked with my friend Lilly and we planned to go side-by-side throughout the race, headphones in – no talking, just running. But the day before, she got hit by a car!!! Luckily it was just minor bruising but understandably, she didn’t race come Friday morning.

I told JD that my game plan was to finish at 54 minutes or better. My last 7 miler was at an 8:52 pace so I figured I could maintain something similar for this race. All decked out in my flag tights and trusty old American flag hat, I was ready. (Sidenote: This hat was purchased for $1 in Chicago when watching the World Cup 2010….and has been with me for every 4th of July Run since!)

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JD and I rode our bikes down to the start and visited with other friends and runners we found. The race kicked off at 8am and so JD made his way up to the front of the start while I hung back somewhere along the middle edge of the corral. I ran into a couple of friends from Crossfit and we chatted before the official gun start. With Pandora’s “pop and hip hop hits” playing in my ears, my GPS watch on one arm and my MapMyRun app in the other, I was off.

official patriotic race photo

official patriotic race photo

The first couple of miles wind through downtown and though I occasionally checked my GPS watch to determine pace, I never quite trusted it among the tall buildings and what I assumed to be poor satellite reception. But low and behold, when that first mile hit, I was right at an 8 min/mile pace. My legs felt good, my breathing was steady and yet I had clocked a very fast mile for my typical speed. I told myself to slow down as there was no way to maintain that for 6 miles. But in the back of my mind, then and throughout the entire race, was the goal of RACING this course. That meant feeling more uncomfortable than normal, pushing myself harder, breathing more rapidly. It wasn’t supposed to be easy peasy.

And so the race went…8:20s for the next two miles and then 8:38 for mile 4. By this point, we were fully in Fountain Square and going up a gradual, yet very long, uphill. I kept doing the math in my head about how much time I had banked to reach my goal, yet never allowing myself to coast in. It was also around this time that I realized I had the potential to run my fastest run on the books. I know that I have run an 8:35/mile pace for the Drumstick Dash at some point in the past, but never anything under 8:30. If I kept myself focused and moving, I could do it.

Around mile 5 it dawned on me that JD was probably well done with this race and just lounging around waiting for me. That man is a beast. And true to form, he killed it. Beating his last year’s time, he came in 28th overall pace!

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The last mile was pretty rough….my legs and lungs were feeling it and my GPS watch was definitely not working in real-time once back among the buildings. I felt like I was booking, but yet my watch told me I was running a 9:48 pace. At about .4 miles to go, I spotted JD. He had come back to run the last bit with me! I had been mentally tough this entire race – never letting a single negative thought in my head or listening to any of the voices that told me to walk through even a water stop. I hadn’t stopped once and yet when I saw JD, I could feel my will power turn a little soft. I told him I couldn’t talk and so he did all the talking. He told me I was coming up on the finish and he would meet me at the end.

With that encouragement, I cranked my legs up as much as possible and crossed the line at 50:19….which is an 8:23/mile pace. I beat my goal by almost 4 minutes and was 11 minutes faster than last year’s time! (Now I realize I am not running Kenyan speeds here…so all of this is in perspective to my pace, not in comparison to all you fasties out there) :)

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My friend Jason snapped this pic at the end.

My friend Jason snapped this pic at the end.

JD and I watched a couple friends cross the finish line before making our journey home, stopping by Crossfit for a few minutes to roll out our legs. I had clocked my fastest time ever and was on cloud 9. Who knew that a 6-mile race would give me such a sense of accomplishment, but indeed it did.

I think back to April when I stood at the Boston Marathon finish line and was inspired to start running more seriously. I started the 24 day/100 mile challenge, and then kept running. I know that in crossfit, if you want to get stronger, you lift heavier, so during most runs, my rally cry was “if you want to get faster, you must run faster.” I pushed myself each time I laced up my trainers and though I could feel myself getting better, it wasn’t until this race that I actually believed it. When I look back at my MapMyRun stats, almost all of them are averaging sub-9, and it’s crazy to me to think that it was just 2+ months of work that got me back to a solid running pace.

Last fall and winter, all I wanted to do was crossfit. This spring, I started shifting back to running and right now, though I am doing crossift 3x/week, it’s running that has my heart. I have no doubt that as the seasons turn, so will my passion, so this isn’t a major declaration about which one I prefer or which is better for me. I just hope that when I do swing the pendulum back after taking a break from one or the other, and consequently feel like I am out of peak crossfit or running shape, I remember that with some intense dedication over a short period of time, I can get it back  fast. It didn’t take 6 months or even a marathon to do it. It was just focused energy in one direction consistently.

I have long thought that a marathon PR wasn’t in my world anymore. How was I supposed to beat a 4:15:01 marathon (a 9:44 pace) when running just a few miles at that pace felt taxing? But now, with marathon training for the Monumental starting next week and with a little speed behind me, I’ve got hope that maybe this is the year I’ll do it!

Drive to run.

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Last month, I ran 100 miles in 24 days.

And on mile 101….I kept running.

Last week, I totaled 30.5 miles!

Last week, I totaled 30.5 miles!

I am not training for any race, yet seem to be more dedicated to running than I have in a long time.

For the first time in months (years?), I have run every day for the past 9 days.

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After getting caught in a massive downpour

 Maybe it’s the long hiatus I took from running that has me feeling refreshed.

Maybe that 24-day challenge keyed into my old, yet trusty passion for running.

Maybe it’s that I am getting faster.

8:34/mile!

8:34/mile!

Maybe it’s that I love that post-run feeling.

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So humid!

Maybe it’s because the stress of this new job melts away when I am hitting feet to pavement.

Maybe it’s because I can fit into a dress that I couldn’t last summer (Can I get a hell yeah?!)

my favorite trail these days...

my favorite trail these days…

I feel incredible, and in those moments when I am not running, I want to be. I’m not sure the reason for this surprising yet tenacious drive to run….

….but I hope it stays with me.

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