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My First Group Run

I wish I had a clever post title but I’m kind of tapped at the moment.  I’m busy trying to avoid doing any sort of class reading but am also just thinking about food.  Its dinner time.

I joined a running club last month and had yet to take advantage of any of the group’s benefits… most notably their Saturday long runs.  It was the reason I joined.  My amazing marathon friend belongs to this club and encouraged me to join.  She made a great case about the Saturday long runs and totally sold me.

This past Saturday I was scheduled to run 12 miles.  I was a bit nervous since my previous 10-miler went so poorly and I felt so drained after my step back week 7-miler.  I thought being surrounded by runners would motivate me.

And it did.

It was a small gathering since the majority of the long runners were all in Virginia Beach for the half marathon.  There were 8 runners.  Some had a 20 mile goal, others were just going for 10.  I was in good company.

When we started to run, I realized that my pace was so much slower than everyone else’s. 

One guy (I’ll call him awesome motivating runner, AMR) had recently torn his hamstring slightly and this was his first run in over a month.  He had planned to do an easy 2 mile run.  Because of his injury, he ran at my pace.

God bless AMR.  We chatted the entire time and he gave me great tips to get me through.  Not once did I put in my headphones.  Not once did I feel like I couldn’t go one.  Not once did I feel like I was going to die.

I ran 12.42 miles total.  We stopped 3 times into the run:

- Once around mile 5.  The entire group took a short walk break to drink and eat whatever fuel they had.  The walk lasted about 1/10th of a mile.

- Once at mile 10.  Again, the entire group stopped to drink and refuel.  I felt fantastic here.  I didn’t feel exhausted.  My legs didn’t feel like lead.

- Once at mile 12.  I stopped here because this was all I had planned to run.  I walked about 1/10th of a mile and AMR motivated me to run a little more and I surprised myself and did.  The 0.42 got me to the parking lot where my car was parked.

I am fully convinced that a running group is amazing.  I was told that most normal long run meetups consist of more people especially around race season and they’re at all paces.  I have 13 miles scheduled for Saturday and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I can do it.

Oh and I just purchased a RoadID.  Recent stories of runners getting hit by cars or falling tree branches plus my paranoia of dying while running convinced me that I needed one.  Now if I die, someone can call Jeremy (or my parents or my in-laws)… or at least know my name when they walk right past me.  I mean, I do live in Baltimore.

After my run, I was starving.  And I felt like I was starving all day despite having consumed my weight in food.  It was crazy.  According to Garmin, I burned roughly 1500 calories so I could understand my hunger… but really, it was a little out of hand.

Aaanywho – that was the big highlight of my labor day weekend.  We hung out with some pals, watched some movies, went to Susquehanna State Park (forgot to take pics) for a 3+ hour long death hike that I thought was going to end with us dying in the middle of the woods… but really, the run is what made my weekend.

How was everyone else’s holiday?

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One of the Reasons my Husband Irritates Me

Hello blogosphere – I’m back from my delightful vacation in the Outer Banks.  While I felt like I was stranded in the middle of nowhere, it was a much needed vacation from work. But this post isn’t about my vacation.  This post is about one of the reasons Jeremy irritates me.

His physical endurance will always surpass mine no matter what.

Example?  Sunday was a 10k race in Annapolis.  This was a milestone event for me (and a 101 in 1001 list item) because I have NEVER run this distance consecutively before IN MY LIFE.  It fit in pretty nicely with my 10 mile training too.

While on vacation, I didn’t want to slip up and NOT run especially since the back injury caused me to miss a week of my training (yeah yeah… boo frickin’ hoo… I get it).  I was worried that missing a week plus a tender back was going to really screw up my chances of accomplishing something I’ve never done before. 

So I planned on picking up my training as though I hadn’t missed that week.  It called for a 6 mile run on Saturday… the day I was to leave for the beach.  For some reason, I thought I’d be able to get up early in the morning and run 6 miles in Baltimore, shower and eat breakfast all before 8am.  Riiiight.  That didn’t happen. 

We did make it to the Outer Banks in record time and I was feeling antsy from the ride so I convinced Kristin to jog with me when we got there.  For some reason I didn’t expect the ridiculous heat and humidity at 4pm to really affect me. That 6 mile run?  Yeah – it was more like a 2 mile run with a fast paced 1 mile walk. 

I felt guilty.  I managed to convince Kristin to wake up early the next morning and try the run again.  This time I ran 3 miles and walked 1.  I was getting concerned.  My body crapped out after 3 miles.  How the hell was I going to run 6.4 in a week?!

I ran again on Tuesday. 3 miles. Nearly died.

I ran again on Thursday. 2 miles. 1 mile walk. Thought I was going to die.

When I got back home on Saturday, I found out that Jeremy hadn’t run at all AND his ankle was still hurting from a very violent soccer game.  He also ate like crap (much worse than I did on vacation). 

We woke up at the ass crack of dawn on Sunday to make it to Annapolis by 6:15am.  It was raining.  Strangely, I was thankful.  I’ve realized that running in any sort of heat really kills me.

So blah blah blah… how did the race go?

Well I’m proud to report that I ran the entire thing without stopping.  I have officially run the farthest I have ever run (albeit it very very slowly. My avg mile pace was 10:30 min/mile).  This was the hilliest course I have ever run and if it weren’t for the somewhat cool weather caused by the rain… I definitely wouldn’t have made it.  Once I hit 5 miles… every step I took screamed, “This is officially the farthest I’ve ever run” because prior to yesterday, 5 miles was my longest distance to date.

Now onto what irritates me about Jeremy.  I had to work hard to get to this point.  Even so – I ran slow as shit to accomplish my goal.  Jeremy?  HE PLACED IN THE TOP 5 overall. He was the #1 male and the #1 runner in the age group. Yarg! I placed 597 out of 1266 so at least I was in the top HALF.

Why can guys always manage to do this? Run faster and further with little training?

Regardless… I’m feeling a little more hopeful about this 10 miler now (less than 3 weeks away!). I’m also praying for rain that day.

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A Blurb from a Wannabe Runner

A quick note – Jeremy felt that my last post portrayed him to be a bit of an asshole. I told him it was because he WAS being a bit of an asshole but regardless, he really isn’t. He is, however, really really competitive and doesn’t care if he’s competing against someone who is clearly not in the same shape as him. Just ask him about his high school wrestling career and you’ll understand…

Now onto this blog post.

I’ve been obsessing over running long distance races this year. I don’t know why. The last 5k I ran left me with very sore knees, hips and shins. The longest race distance I’ve ever run IN MY LIFE has been 5 miles and I did that in December.

There is something about the closeness of turning 30 that has sent me into a panic. I’m not where I thought I’d be and by that, I basically mean that I thought I’d have at least a baby by now. I’m so NOT ready but for some reason feel the need to accomplish some great thing to prove that I did something amazing (that didn’t involve plopping out a 10-lb living being from my lady parts). It started with the triathlon and now I’m starting to dream bigger (or I want to physically punish myself more… I haven’t figured it out yet).

Reading stories in Runner’s World (especially this one about Matt Long or watching some cast-off from the Biggest Loser cross a marathon finish line (okay – he lied but he still ran a large portion of it!)… these stories make me want to run.  I’m convinced that I’m now in the closest physical position I’ll ever be in to attempt such feats as a half marathon or even a *gasp* full marathon.  And by physical position I mean that I can run at least 5 miles, don’t have babies and my life will end when I turn 30 next year. It’s now or never.

Yesterday I spent some time looking up the race times of people I knew… and that led me down a rabbit hole of discovering a bunch of people I know (including a lot of TURDS) that have run half marathons. These are people I have never considered “runners” and they’ve outrun me? UGH.

I registered for a 10k race in May (http://www.zooma.com) and that would be my longest run in history. I keep getting e-mails about the Baltimore 10-miler in June and I’m teetering back and forth. 10 miles? 10 consecutive miles? In June?! Ugh…

I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…

While I am worried about the Iron Girl triathlon in August, the actual running portion is only 3.4 miles. I’m sure after swimming 0.62 miles and biking 17 miles, I’ll hate my life… but there’s something about running a really long distance that just seems totally different to me. I have sworn to more people than I can remember that if I successfully complete the Iron Girl triathlon without committing suicide mid-way, I’ll sign up for the Baltimore Half Marathon in October.

I’m just so scared of failure.

I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…

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