Monday, April 14, 2014

Union Hospital Run for Home Half Marathon

Oh Mother Nature.  You're such a bitch!

In all honesty, I've had a rough couple of months of training. I go to work before people should be at work all so my husband can go in at a normal time - we work at the same company and have found a way to make it work so we do not have to put the baby in child care.  I spend the rest of my day at home with the boy.  By the time Dave gets home I'm just exhausted and have little energy or patience to start a workout.  There have been weeks where I have good intentions and before I know it, it is the weekend and I haven't done a single workout.  Consistency has not been my friend.  I've missed two important long runs and really felt like I needed to do one before my "A" race in May.  (Let's be real.  I will not be going for a new PR but this "A" race is the one I've been training for.)  A week ago we were in Kansas and I looked all over for a half marathon to incorporate as my long run.  I couldn't find one.  So Coach let me run one this past weekend.  I had initially planned on running the Athens Half Marathon but all the hotels were booked.  Dave found a different one, in New Philadelphia.  The race started at 1:00pm so I wouldn't have to find a hotel room.

One o'clock should be a great start time for a race in April as the weather can be a little cool in the morning.  But wouldn't you know it was hotter than BALLS! on Sunday?  The low was about 70 degrees and the high was going to make it into the 80s.  I've spent all winter in the freezing cold or on the treadmill.  I was not prepared for 80 degrees.  Nevertheless, I pre-hydrated, pre-salted (yes it's a word), and was ready to go.


The plan was to treat this as a training run - couple miles of warmup, couple miles of building, most miles at race pace, and one mile all out.  I started close to the 1:50 pace group to keep myself accountable to slowly building into the pace. 


Those first couple of miles, though, were a little faster than I had planned.  I was settling into a comfortable barely sub-8:00 pace.  By mile 3 I was super hot and already feeling dehydrated, I knew this race was not going to go as well as I had hoped.  I walked my first water stop between miles 3 and 4.  I was still running in the low 8:00s and doing alright but miserably hot.  I walked up a small hill at mile 5ish.  We went passed a timing mat at mile 6 and according to the tracking I was still averaging 8:18s.  By this point I was toast and really, really, really wanted to drop out.  In my head I said, "nope.  Do this for Anderson.  Run for the medal.  Small steps.  You're fine."  I kept putting one foot in front of the other.  I drank at every aid station, I poured water over my head, I used the kids' sponges they had, I let people with water gun squirt me.  Around mile 8 there was a relay exchange near the stadium.  I *thought* this was the stadium we finished at.  I was mad that Dave was not there, but it was probably a good thing because I definitely would have dropped out then.  (I found out after the race that it was not the stadium we finished at and it's a good thing I didn't drop out because I would have not known where I was.)

I struggled those last couple of miles.  I walked and jogged.  I was heartbroken when the 1:50 and 1:55 pace leaders passed me.  Note, there was nobody with either of those pace leaders.  I kept chugging along though and soon enough I was finished.


I was hot and yucky and sat down on the pavement to get my hot calf sleeves off.  Dave found me and told me he thought I was the 10th female finisher.  What??? No way.  I ran a 1:55.  He told me the first woman finished in 1:30 and the next didn't finish until 1:40.  This was a big race, y'all!  We went to the pavilion to look up the results.  Would you believe it?  I finished 2nd in my age group and 9th female overall.  I got the coolest trophy too.



This was a great race.  It was super organized, the price was decent, there were tons of volunteers, the awards were amazing, and the park that the race started and finished in was super cool.  I would definitely do it again, but next time I hope the weather is at least 20 degrees cooler.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Things I Love...Amy!!!

I'm starting a new segment on the blog called "Things I Love".  I have done some product reviews in the past, but I wanted to expand upon that and just tell you about all the things I love.  It could be running related, it could be baby related, it could be whatever.

Today I am going to talk about my favorite blogger, Amy.

I used to read a lot of blogs.  I had the time.  I had the patience.  I don't have time or patience anymore.    Also, I get really tired of the "super-popular" blog that is philosophical, supposedly a resource of all things running/triathlon, and gets free stuff all the time to review or giveaway.  I like to read about real runners, with real jobs and real lives.

I have been reading Amy's blog, 26point2ers, since it was Amy and April.   I loved reading about their race adventures from 5Ks to ultras.  Soon the blog became just Amy's and the snark was awesome.  What I love about Amy is that she isn't afraid to hide behind her blog.  She says what's on her mind and it usually involves a four letter word and an amazing animated gif.  Amy's also real with her running.  She has gone from being a participant to being a runner to be reckoned with.  Amy has tried and tried and tried to qualify for Boston and has come so close.  I root for her from afar and my heart breaks for her when she falls short.  I tell her all the time, she's gonna get it.  And she will and I'll be cheering loudly.

Amy and I got to meet a few years ago when we both did the Bourbon Chase.  After 24 hours of running and a little bit of awe on both sides of the meeting we had a short awkward chat.  I'm convinced, though, if we ever lived remotely close to each other we'd be total BFFs.  :)

I nominated Amy for Salty Running's Greatest Women's Running Blog.  She's up against a heavy hitter, one of those blogs.  Please go out and support Amy.  Read her blog, cheer her on, and vote vote vote!

Love you Amy!!!


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Motherhood is Hard

This weeks marks a year since we welcomed our little boy into our lives.  It has been a great year and I love love love the little boy Anderson has become.  But I'm not going to lie, motherhood is hard.

This has been the longest winter of my life, which I'm sure most of you can attest to.  It has been cold and snowy since November and even today we got another dusting of snow.  Good grief.  My days consistent of going to work until 8:30am and then spending the rest of the day stuck inside.  While it is warm inside, I am tearing my hair out with boredom.  What do you do with a baby while stuck inside all day??  I can only watch so many episodes of Sesame Street, Daniel Tiger, and Bubble Guppies.  We have played with every toy he owns and we do it every day.  And there is lots of snuggling.  While we have fun, I'm tired of the monotony.  I want to play outside.  I want to take Anderson to the park.  I want to take family walks.  And I want to take Anderson out in the bike trailer and running in the BOB.

Let's talk about running and motherhood.  It's difficult.  I start work at 6:00am, which means I do not have the luxury of running in the morning while everyone is still asleep.  If I want to run by myself I have to wait until after the husband gets home from work at 6:00pm.  By that point in the day I am exhausted.  I have gotten up early, I have worked, and I have endured the very physical job of motherhood.  Which leaves me the only option of the treadmill.  I love the treadmill, but you can only take so much.  Sometimes I wish I could quit my job and be a stay at home....

...And on the subject of working, ugh!  I work part-time: 2-1/2 hours in the office and an hour and a half at home.  I actually really like going into the office and having some adult interaction, but as I said earlier, I start at 6:00am.  That's just WAY earlier.  No matter what time I go to bed, 5:00am is just painful.  I cannot get used to it and I don't like it.  Working from home is so crazy hard too.  It wasn't so bad when Anderson was a BABY and could sit in the swing and be content.  Now he's mobile and needs entertained.  I usually have to work in little segments while Anderson watches Bubble Guppies or runs around in his walker or hangs out in his bouncy seat.  Almost every week I have to work on the weekend to make up time and frankly, I don't remember the last time I actually got in all my hours.  I am an hourly worker; no work, no pay.  The husband works full time for the same company as me (hence why I work early early hours - so we don't have to put the baby in daycare) and also consults for another company a few hours a week.  He makes good money.  Why do I have to work?  Sometimes I find myself mad or jealous of Dave because he gets to go to work all day.  Does this make me a bad mom?

Don't get me wrong, I love my little bug and I love being a mom.  I waited a LONG time to have a baby and knew what I was getting myself into.  Some days are bad and rough, but most days are absolutely awesome.

Mothers out there, how do you manage motherhood? 
Do you work outside the home? 
Does it get easier as the child gets older? (hahahahaha!)
Whatever possessed you to have more than one child?  (hahahahaha!)


Thursday, March 13, 2014

#tbt


Exactly one year ago I was 37 weeks pregnant and big as a COW!!!!  I was uncomfortable and OVER being pregnant.  Now, I only have two weeks until my baby turns one.  I've actually struggled quite a bit knowing he's turning one.  I've shed quite a few tears.  I cannot believe how quickly this year has gone.  It's been a great year, though.  It's been fun to see this little baby, who was like a little alien, develop a personality, learn to play, "talk" a lot, and just all around become a cool little dude.  Being that big cow above was sure worth it.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Beautiful Sunset Run

Some people like to run at sunrise; I like to sleep in.  :)

After grumbling and stomping my feet all day yesterday about not wanting to do my run, I finally got my buns out the door around 5:45pm...for an hour and 40 minute run.  Even with the time change, I was probably going to run out of daylight.

Dave and Anderson joined me for the first 4.3 miles of the run.  We've experienced a heat wave around here, mid-40s wooo hooo!!!, so Dave put together the bike trailer.  We bundled up Anderson really good and they came along for moral support.  Unfortunately, it was too cold for Dave (Anderson was just fine) so that's why they didn't join me for the whole run.



I started out the run pretty conservatively, 9:45s.  My only instructions for the day were to run easy so that's what I intended to do.  But with each mile I kept picking up the pace.  And I felt terrific!!!  Mile 9 was an 8:05; mile 10 - 8:03.  I ended the run with 11 miles in 1:34:04 before I ran out of daylight.  But not before I got to see this:

 



Friday, February 28, 2014

Foto Friday

Just a few pictures of my cutie this week.



Thursday, February 27, 2014

DNS

Last week was just cray cray!

The new owners closed on our house.  We closed on our new house.  We packed up our belongings and moved Friday and Saturday.  We had until 5:00pm to get out of our house.  We left the driveway at 4:56.  Holy wow!

Each day I tried to fit in a workout but by Saturday I still hadn't done any running, cross training, or strength workouts.  And Sunday morning I was supposed to do a 5K race.  After two days of moving I felt like I had been hit by a truck.  I was sore, irritable, and super tired.  Needless to say, I didn't do the race.  I didn't even go and pick up my packet.  I slept in and then started to unpack.

I did not do a single workout last week.  I felt awful about it but there was nothing I could do.  There's always next week.