Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Congratulations to Michelle for being the closest to my finishing time. I would have gotten her something Boston Marathon related, but Michelle and her husband Brian just had their third baby on Sunday, so I have decided to get something for their little bundle of joy.
Now on to the marathon...........
Some marathons you run to run and others you toe the line to race. Monday I was ready to race. I have never felt as mentally prepared for a race than I was for Boston this year. I was nervous about my training as there weren't that many miles, but I was ready to handle the course and the spectators and the challenges that lay ahead. And when the weather forecast came in saying it was going to be in the 40s, I knew the stars were going to align.
We hopped the bus to Hopkinton around 6:30am and got to the Athlete Village in good time. We port-a-johned twice (yes it's a verb) and did a little eating and hydrating. 9:15 rolled around and it was time to drop our stuff at the buses and take the long walk to the starting corrals. I was in corral 12, the second to last one of the first wave. There was a fighter jet fly-over, the National Anthem was sung, and the starting gun sounded. Being as far back as I was, I made it to the start line probably about 10 minutes after the race actually started. I started my watch and I was off.
The very first mile of the race is so steep downhill that they don't even let the wheelchair racers start at the regular start line. I tried to run conservatively, in control, yet making sure not to pound my quads. It would be a long day. My first mile was conservative; one of my slowest of the race. Then I got into my groove and pushed the pace comfortably. The only times I pulled back was more emotionally than physically as I needed to control my breathing, yet my turnover continued at a fast clip.
The miles ticked by and before I knew it, I had entered my favorite part of the race: Wellesley. There was a gentleman running beside me who was wearing headsets. He turned to me and said, "what's that sound?" I said, that's Wellesley. Take off your headset and listen. He said, "we're like minor rock stars." I said no, we're major rock stars. I cruised through Welsley, pushing my fastest mile of the race.
I kept pushing my pace comfortably fast and I saw the sign that said we had entered Newton. Four hills and then we were back in Boston. Coach had told me to be hungry on the hills and I thought of that as I took it one step at a time powering up the hills. The heart rate didn't get out of control, but I certainly made it a point to push the hills, even if it really only was baby steps. In between the hills were stretches of flat and some sharp downhills. Mile 19 was a long downhill and I could really start to feel the day taking it's toll on my legs. This was the first time I had worn my racing flats for a marathon and my knees were getting achy. Every mile I made sure to change my stride--do a butt kick or pick my knees up--just to keep my legs feeling fresh. After three hills, I knew which one was left: Heartbreak. The thing that makes Heartbreak so bad is where it is. It's mile 21, it's long, it's the fourth of four hills, and it's after 14 miles of downhill. I knew it was the last one so I took it one step at a time, putting one foot in front of the other, and made sure not to walk up the hill. There would be time to relax after the hill was over. And the hill was over quickly. I had made it through the hills in Newton and now it was time to cruise home.
My body was really feeling fatigued and now it was a mental battle to keep moving forward, picking up my knees, and not to give up. I was so close to executing a great race. I took my last gel and salt cap at mile 23 and I choked really bad in the process. It was the only time I had to really slow down, yet I didn't walk. In fact, I didn't walk the whole race. Finally I looked up at mile 24 and could see the Citgo sign. That Citgo sign is where there is one mile to go. I kept my eye on the sign and pulled myself into the city. Dave would be at 25-1/2, two turns and I was done. I found Dave before he had found me. I pointed to my watch saying I had made great time and started to pick up the pace going up Hereford. I turned on Boylston and ran as hard as my little legs would take me. I put my hands up in the air and crossed the finish line in a new PR-3:29:28. I was overjoyed! I'm still overjoyed!
A year ago I had decided after Boston that I was done with the marathon and it was time to move on. But really I needed to refocus. And I'm so glad I did. Since I started working with Elizabeth and focused my running solely on myself and my own goals, my running has excelled. I am ecstatic about the last three races I've run and I'm looking forward to the races that are yet to come. Thanks everyone for coming along on this journey with me.
By the way, I am WAY sore!
Mile 26.2-9:59 (I never saw the sign for mile 26)
Official Time - 3:29:28
Come back tomorrow for pictures and videos from the weekend.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
We got here too late to do the expo today but we did enjoy a nice Italian dinner in the North End, just the two of us. Then I resisted the temptation of Mike's Pastry while Dave did get some gelato.
We are now back at the hotel and I'm feeling water logged. Running a marathon is fun but everything that goes into it is not. Today the hydrating has left me feeling bloated and in constant need of a bathroom.
Some awesome stuff from today:
During our layover in NY, the woman walking in front of us tripped and didn't catch herself or land on her knees, she totally face-planted. And then promptly blamed it on her shoes. :). Then when I was resisting temptation of pastries we saw a woman who had spaghetti all over her. While Dave was waiting in line for his gelato two ambulances and a fire truck came down the road (I always wondered how they manuvered in those tight streets) and it stopped right in front of us. They took the spaghetti woman and placed her on the stretcher and placed her in the ambulance. Awesome!
That's all from day 1 in Boston. I'm taking a lot of pictures and videos but I'm without wifi so I don't know if those will be posted before we get home. For now I'm updating from my phone.
See ya tomorrow.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
On Monday, the Boston Marathon will be my 12th marathon and my 4th Boston overall. You can read about my other Boston experiences here, here, and here. You've also seen my HUGE improvements since I started working with Liz in July--I dropped 5 minutes in the marathon and 3 minutes in the half marathon.
So today's question, what is your time prediction for me in the Boston Marathon?
What's in it for you? A PRIZE! The person closest to the correct answer will receive a Boston Marathon-related prize. The winner will be announced next week after the marathon.
The fine print. Dave and Liz are not eligible. :) All entries must be submitted by 8:00am Monday April 20th.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
- I've done this race three times before and know what to expect emotionally and physically.
- I've had a great race at Boston before and know how to do it.
- The weather is looking good.
- I've run some super-fast times whenever Coach lets me kick up the pace.
- A very positive marathon in the fall and an excellent half marathon just a few months ago.
- Longest run was 18 miles; most miles in a week was 38; most miles in a month was less than 80.
- Haven't stayed healthy enough to stay on track and complete most weeks of training.
- All the training has been in the winter and you never know how that's going to translate in the fall.
- I'd like to find a consistently fast pace that will not go over 9:00/mile even when attacking the hills.
- I'd like to not walk any of the course.
- I'd like to, at least, have a Boston PR.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Last year I did the Muncie Endurathon and instead of receiving a medal or certificate, we got finisher's hats. Usually I wouldn't mind as I like to wear hats when I run, but this will never get any wear from me.
It seems that a lot of the triathlons I've done, which really isn't that many, had the ugliest shirts. The following are both from the Wendy's Triathlon. The first may be the greenest green there is. Funny enough, I have a shirt from a running race that is that same color. I don't wear that one either. I especially love the pictures of people on the shirt.
Also from Wendy's....it has a better design but the ringer T is extreme.
Dave and I took a vacation to NYC and ran a half marathon while we were there. The shirt doesn't haven't have a terrible design, but the funny part is that it is cotton and it is a tank top. A cotton tank top. He he he!
Every year for Thanksgiving my mother sends us out of the house to run a race. We used to run the Turkey Trot every year and ALWAYS their shirts were ugly. Here's an example of one:
And finally, I ran the Towpath Marathon in 2005. This shirt tops the ugliest shirt of all time. Seriously, that's a shoe with a face and a tongue and it's sweating (although I think it looks like it's crying).
Sunday, April 12, 2009
So I guess I need to know, should I keep blogging every day? Leave me a note or become one of my followers on the side and let me know if you'd like to continue to see the daily blog updates.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
It was a large group this morning, probably about 20 people, and we all ran between 6-9 miles. Myself, it was the first time I had run all week since I got this flu. I had 6 X 20 second intervals that went really well, although now I've got a nagging pain in my hip that it's bugging me. Otherwise, I'm feeling like the workouts and the tapering is working.
Anyway, afterwards we all put on some warm clothes (it was like 40 degrees outside), set the charcoal on fire, and started making eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and other assortments. It was almost too cold to enjoy the food. We all huddled around the grill trying to keep warm and almost in a trance by the smells of the food. So much so, that the potatoes and the bacon got burnt to a crisp. People ate quickly and then headed out to get warm.
I don't get to run with the group often and ever since Andrea moved away I feel no purpose in running with the group unless I'm going to run with my dad, but I do enjoy seeing them and enjoy their support. Andrea, we miss you, but we found out today we're losing two more members of the group to Denver--Niels and Asia. Guess you'll have a few more people to run with.
Hope the Easter Bunny pays you a visit tonight.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Well that's just a bunch of crap!
Dave and I have been battling a war of germs for months and we're definitely losing the war. I'm sure it has more to do with the fact I spend all day with kids and we're around A LOT of people with the photo booth, but COME ON, some time this has got to end. Last week Dave was sick. Tuesday morning I woke up at 3:00am thinking I was going to be sick to my stomach. I hurt everywhere. I felt like there was poison running through my veins. I had an intense headache. I took two Advil and went back to bed. I called the gym when I woke up again and told them there was no way I could teach. Throughout the day I battled fevers and aches and pains and unbelievable headaches. After waking up from an evening nap, I could no longer see straight. That's when things got intense. The headache had worsened and now I was seeing double. I called my sister who called her husband (he works in the ER) and they got the paperwork started on me. I took another Advil and waited a little bit. That's when my fever broke, I started sweating, and I could see straight again. I didn't go to the ER.
Today I feel almost back to normal. I'm hungry and I have only a little headache.
I'm so sick of being sick. I have been nothing but sick since September. I like my job as a gymnastics instructor but I care about my health a little more. And I have been washing my hands like a crazy person and eating well and getting plenty of sleep. I'm just apt to sick. And I'm sick of sick.