tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45158214696089701282024-02-19T16:38:05.172-05:00She Is Out Running: My Road to the New York City MarathonShe Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-63638598652608693712017-04-21T18:08:00.001-04:002017-04-22T12:57:34.300-04:00Boston Marathon 2017 Recap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I got on the Blue Line at the Wonderland stop in Revere, Massachusetts a little before 7am. Nothing about the station seemed extraordinarily wondrous, but it was the closest to our hotel so it did its job. The train was pretty crowded. I thought everyone in the state had off on Patriot's Day? Less than half of the passengers were runners. The runners were easy to spot because 1. they were wearing running clothes (I swear I was Sherlock Holmes in a previous life. If there was such a thing as reincarnation...and if there was such a person as Sherlock Holmes...) and 2. they were holding their official Boston Athletic Association ziploc baggie. My baggie contained another plastic baggie to keep my phone dry. The iPhone case I bought on Amazon was missing the key waterproof screen protector because that's how online purchases turn out for She Is Out Running (boohoo); the little freebie anti-chaffing stick I picked up at the expo the day before; a bottle of orange Gatorade that I was nursing (Hydration was important, especially given the warm forecast...cough cough...whatever); and two Imodiums (self explanatory). I asked the running couple sitting next to me what stop they were getting off at to board the buses. I was already told three different stops (Copley Station, Boylston Street, and Arlington) by three different sources, all of whom were 100 percent sure of themselves. The running couple and I chatted a little. They were from Bend, OR and she was running her first Boston. She was fast. I knew this from her lower-than-mine bib number (Elementary, my dear Watson). The blue train stopped at Government Center where we transferred to the Green Line, an older version of blue trains. Old subway cars...hmm...<br />
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The green line moved at a snail's pace and was even more crowded than the blue. Definitely more runners on this train. We only had a handful of stops to Boston Common (depending on whom I believed), but for some reason (the conductor said "traffic") we kept stopping momentarily in the tunnels. This is not fun for the claustrophobic. I know this because I'm claustrophobic. Apparently, so was the runner next to me who started to get verbally panicky which makes us quiet claustrophobes even more panicky...but silently. We decided to get off at Boylston. We saw the buses immediately upon exiting the station, but still had to cross the park to board. The panicky runner's husband suggested she and I ride the bus together, but I pretended not to hear this and made a beeline for the porta potty.<br />
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I originally told Kin that I would ride the bus with him and his wife, but the buses were packed and just standing there. It was already 8am. If I waited for the 8:45 buses, I'm not sure when they would actually leave. It was an hour to Hopkinton and I knew I would start walking to my corral around 9:45. I decided to play it safe and get on a bus pronto. A funny woman from Alexandria, VA sat next to me. She was pleasant to talk to and the ride went smoothly, except for the time the driver stopped short on the highway and almost plowed into the bus in front of us. Besides this, the ride was uneventful.<br />
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Once in Hopkinton, I again made a beeline to the porta potties. The Athletes Village was packed and the bathroom lines were long. I remember in 2014, I had just enough time to get on line, pee, and then head straight to the corral. Today, I stood on line for about 30 minutes. It seemed like everyone knew each other and I kind of wished I had waited for Kin and Nancy. After I did my business, I grabbed a cup of coffee and found a spot to sit in the sun. Despite the warm weather, it was pretty breezy in the Athletes Village. I chatted with a nice older man. This was his fourth Boston. He was from upstate NY and also faster than me (as I deduced from his bib number...sleuth). Pretty much everyone I met was faster than me. I checked my watch and it was almost 10am. The emcee in our section was rambling on about nothing, but never announced for the waves to head over to the start. Odd. Upstate Faster Guy and I decided to head over on our own. Good thing we did, because all of Wave 3 were making their way to the corrals, too. We wished each other well and I found my spot at the back of my corral.<br />
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My training this cycle was pretty lax. I skipped a bunch of runs (long ones, too) and started pretty late. Instead of an 18 week cycle, I think mine was 12. Big no-no on my part. Sometimes Momming and Life gets in the way. Up until that moment in my corral, I thought I still could make a go for a PR (sub-3:30), even if it meant a death march toward the end. However, at 10:45am standing amongst the other 3:35 runners, I realized today will most likely not be that day for me. I was already sweating and I suddenly had to pee again. "Good luck, runners!" or something to that effect was announced over the loudspeaker and suddenly, we were off. Light jog over the start mats and the reality hit me then that I was once again running the Boston Marathon. All of the pre-race hullabaloo was just a distraction from the task at hand. As I was taking it all in, the bouncing seemed to take aim right at my full bladder. Someone else must have been experiencing the same discomfort. I watched as she ran to the side of the road, in plain sight of everyone, she squatted, pulled her shorts to the side (not down) and let it go like Elsa from Frozen. Could I be so bold? Nope. Just in time, I saw a handful of porta potties off to the left. I ran over to them, as did some others. Politeness was not a factor. Empty john, every runner for himself. I waited for what felt like minutes until I could get to one. Whoosh! Done! Get back out there!<br />
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The first few miles were all about finding your groove and pace. I felt good because we were going downhill. You of course don't realize this might be a mistake until Mile 22, but who's thinking about Mile 22 at Mile 2? Not I. The crowds are excited and so are the runners. A DJ is blasting "Sweet Caroline". A woman shouts this is her favorite song. A few runners sing along, "Oh oh oh!", but not all out, almost as if they know there's a long road ahead and belting out Neil Diamond at the top of their lungs might be something they'll regret later on. They may have been right. <br />
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We're running through Ashland, then Framingham. Framingham seems to go on forever. I see a giant Canadian flag on the right which makes me think of my new Canadian friend, Peter from the Runner's World forums whom I met the day before. I spot a Seldon Hills shirt. I say hello because I'm from Long Island. He has no idea who I am or why I say hello. I pass him. A couple of miles down, he passes me. I don't see him again until I see his picture on Facebook the next day. He finished 8 minutes ahead of me. I pass La Cantina, the restaurant where we ate on Saturday night with my brother-in-law. It was recommended to us by a Runner's World Online member. Let's just say, my Italian father would say, "No" which is Italian for "No".<br />
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Finally, we get to Natick, home of <a href="http://www.emergingrunner.com/">The Emerging Runner</a> and Hansen Electrical Supply. The owner of this shop sits atop a ladder and invites the runners to admire themselves in his large storefront mirrors. How do I look? Marvelous, according to him.<br />
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The half marathon mark is in Wellesley. By this time, I had given up on the clocks at the mile markers. I forgot my Garmin at home so I kind of was guessing my pace, but really had no idea. I think I was around 50 minutes behind the clocks, maybe. Right when I was wondering if maybe the Wellesley girls had decided to stay in as some form of protest, I heard their screams. The famous Scream Tunnel was in full force and it was fantastic! This is right around the time where you might be questioning this whole marathon thing. The Wellesley girls will not let you down. Their signs for kisses were some of the best I've seen. "Kiss me, I'm from Texas", "Kiss me, I'm gay", "Kiss me if you voted for Hillary", "Kiss me if you hate Steve Bannon", etc. These were my type of fans! Thank you Wellesley for your enthusiasm! I might still be on the course, if it weren't for you.<br />
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So I casually mentioned the weather a couple of times. It was hot. There was nothing casual about it. The forecast said high of 70 that morning. It actually went all the way up to 80. 80 feels like 100 when you're running, especially without shade. I'd like to say this played a big part in my performance, but honestly, my sub-par training I think had more to do with it than anything else.<br />
The spectators were an amazing boost throughout all twenty-six point two miles. They handed out water, Gatorade, oranges, ice cubes, wet paper towels, etc. You needed it, they likely had it. Motivation lacking? Their signs and shouting more than made up for it. My favorite were the ten mini-trampolines lined up on the sidewalk with ten children jumping up and down on them to the song "Happy" by Pharrell. These New England fans treat the runners as though they were Tom Brady coming back from the Super Bowl. A couple of open fire hydrants didn't hurt either.<br />
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Newton is next. With Newton, comes hills. Four of them, I think. Every time I climbed a hill, I asked someone if it was Heartbreak because I knew Heartbreak is the last one at Mile 21. I made sure not to walk up any of them (however, I strolled through every water stop...), just for my own satisfaction. I finally scaled all of them after what seemed like an eternity. The rest of the race is downhill. Sounds easy, right? 5 miles of downhill should be cake. Not at the Boston Marathon. Those last 5 miles are the toughest. By then my quadriceps were jell-o and I felt like I was dragging an extra 50 lbs. I heard someone yell, "Go, Taconic!" behind me. I turned around and saw my Upstate Fast Guy buddy from the Athletes Village. He was not doing well. He said he might stop at the medical tent. I asked if he wanted me to stay with him, but he insisted I keep going. I felt badly leaving him (Later I looked him up and saw he thankfully finished). Then my new Canadian friend appeared out of nowhere! Yay!! It was so good to see him. He was spent, too. He's a 3:18 marathoner, but the heat had gotten to him. What do you expect? He's from Canada, after all! I was kind of hoping he would say, "Let's walk the rest of the way", because I was exhausted, but he insisted I keep going. So I kept going. Slowly, but surely. The rest is a blur. Citgo, right on Hereford, left on Boylston, and then the Finish Line. Once I crossed, I checked my Strava on my phone which read 3:4x:xx! I quickly texted ER to get my time. Unfortunately, Strava was way off. Official net time is 3:53:57, my second slowest time. I guess I hit my C Goal: Another BQ (barely).<br />
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My second Boston Marathon (7th marathon overall) was both wonderful and disappointing. The thing I love about marathons is the adventure. It's truly a physical and mental odyssey from your first step to your last. Will I do it again? You betcha!!<br />
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My family met me at the finish. They spent the day at the Science Museum. We stopped at Friendly's on the way home for Fribbles. While I rest my sore legs for the next couple of days, I plot my race to Redemption so I can have yet another shot at that unicorn....</div>
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-79186820951575610212016-04-18T15:48:00.002-04:002016-04-18T15:48:32.140-04:00Happy Patriot's DayI'm looking forward to running again in 2017! Here are my reviews of the Best Marathon Ever from 2014. Be ready to have your world rocked! Or pass some time for the next 15 minutes...<br />
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<a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2014/04/boston-marathon-2014-review-part-1.html">Boston Marathon Review Part 1</a><br />
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Brock on Twitter invited me to a KT Tape Media event at Chelsea Piers. KT Tape helps relieve aches and pains on all parts of your body, and at the same time provides support and functional movement. I've seen runners taped up at multiple races in the past. Apparently, I was considered because of this blog (<em>Other people read it beside you and me! Who knew?</em>). A few Olympians would be there to share their KT Tape experiences and then afterwards they would serve a light lunch. I am always happy to participate in free lunches, but one of the Olympians who would be there happened to be none other than Meb Keflezghi. Yes, <em>the</em> Meb Keflezghi who just qualified for the Olympics (<em>again</em>) at the tender age of 42. Also, the same guy who WON THE BOSTON MARATHON IN 2014! My first Boston which coincidentally was the best marathon EVER. I told Brock that wild horses couldn't drag me away (<em>or something to that effect</em>). <br />
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The morning of the event I checked Instagram. Meb posted that he was in New York City doing interviews all day. One of his followers mentioned that he saw Meb running toward Central Park earlier. What an awesome random sighting! I donned my official blue Boston Marathon tech shirt. Pete warned me that it was going to be cool and I should wear a jacket. But I don't want to cover up my Boston shirt! Oh wait, I forgot about my official traffic cone orange Boston Marathon jacket! Each year the jackets come in a different color. Meb will surely recognize 2014!<br />
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I took the train and subway down to Chelsea Piers. I was welcomed by a small group of people inside Pier 60. They were very friendly. I signed in, and was handed a strip of red KT Tape, then directed inside a small media room. I was early so I took a seat and waited for everyone else to arrive. There were about 20 of us media folk, as well as a half a dozen cameramen. Then the athletes shuffled in: Tucker Dupree, 3-time Paralympic; Kerri Walsh Jennings, 3-time Olympic volleyball gold medalist; Kerri Strug, retired Olympic gymnast; and last, but certainly not least, Meb Keflezghi, 3-time Olympian and silver medalist! They sat on a panel in the front of the room. As they were getting settled, Meb looked up scanning the audience. He surely noticed my jacket (<em>because I know he has a matching one at home</em>) and gave me a nod and a smile! <em>Wait, wha</em>-?! I couldn't believe it.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-80369713288710293832016-04-01T17:05:00.001-04:002016-04-01T17:06:06.255-04:00NYCRuns Spring Fling 10K 2016Edison and I signed up for the NYCRuns Spring Fling 10K on Roosevelt Island. This would be<a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2014/03/nycruns-spring-fling-10k-review.html"> my third race</a> on the island, but my first actual finish. The night before, I received texts from Edison and an old party friend that they were hanging out. I got a little concerned that he was not going to show up the next morning. Lucky for him, he did (heh heh).<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-65240361781943483272016-03-20T19:21:00.003-04:002016-03-21T07:27:48.637-04:00Kings Park 15k Redux 2016I signed up for the Kings Park 15k thinking it would give me a good gauge on my fitness for the Maine marathon in May . As the date neared, I began to regret ever registering. I ran <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2014/03/kings-park-15k-review.html">this race in 2014</a>. I didn't have a great experience back then. Didn't I remember that ridiculous "<em>hill</em>" at Mile 2? Had I already forgotten the long ass out and back by the abandoned mental hospital (<em>spooky would be an understatement</em>)? And last, but not least, the weather. This is a March race. In 2014, the roads were snowy and icy, and the temperature frigid. Why on Earth would I want to put myself through that again? Not to mention the fact that I really hadn't been racing that much. I felt like I was possibly setting myself up for disaster (<em>always the optimist.</em>..).<br />
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The week of the race, this guy Mike, a member of my local Facebook running group page whom I've never met asked if anyone else was running Kings Park. I replied, as well as a couple of others. Mike then offered to pick up anyone's race bib. <em>Sure</em>! This race is a hike out east, and if you can avoid making the trek two days in a row unnecessarily, then by all means. He was nice enough to drop it off at my house Friday afternoon. I actually was out with Sanibel running the campus of SUNY Old Westbury as a last minute attempt to get some hill work in. I told Mike I would be happy to drive to the race the next morning as a token of reciprocity. When I arrived home, I discovered my "adorable" puppy wanted to see how the bib would look in her stomach. It wasn't destroyed, but there were prominent teeth marks all over, particularly on the electronic chip. One of a racer's worst nightmares is to run a race with all of your heart in the hopes of a Personal Record (PR) only to discover your chip malfunctioned and the whole damn thing might as well have never happened. It would be your own sad secret. Another nightmare, perhaps worse, might be pooping your pants. I had that covered with a brand new box of Imodium.<br />
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I ran at a comfortably fast pace by feel, one that I hoped I could sustain. I hit the Mile 1 marker in 7:16. A little faster than I planned, but I felt good and I knew I would be maybe a full minute slower on the big hill coming up. There were very slight ups and downs in these first couple of miles, fun and nothing of any consequence. The Mile 2 clock read 7:27 which was closer to my goal pace. I didn't have to wait long for the ascent. We climbed 218 steep feet that seemed to go on forever. I was so psyched when we crested because I knew this was the only real big hill in the race. The rest would be cake...not nearly as close to any oceans as I would have liked. I finished Mile 3 in 8:17, surprisingly quicker than I expected. Mile 4 was run in 7:26, Mile 5 in 7:13, Mile 6 in 7:36... I hit the 10k mark in 47:xx, around my 10k PR from a couple of years ago. The deceivingly challenging part of this race comes at Mile 7. It is the long, slow, gradual incline on Kings Park Boulevard. It's a straight shot and people tend to run faster than they should here. I knew this ahead of time so I held back a bit. I finished this mile in 8:17, the exact same split as the earlier killer hill. There is a turn around at this end of this road and then you run back slightly downhill. Mile 8 in 7:38. Finally, I was on the home stretch. Whoo hoo! Up a little hill and then another not-so-little hill...after the <em>multiple</em> hills I just ran over. <em>Ugh</em>. I actually considered walking at this point. I really wanted to be done. I knew, however, if I stopped and finished just a minute or seconds slower than my PR on this course, I'd be kicking myself. I put the punk back in my pocket and finished the race. I forgot to turn my Garmin off immediately so it recorded 9.4 miles in 1:12:08, a 7:40 pace. I think my official time is 1:11:47, 5th in my age group and top 17% overall. A PR for the course (over 600 feet of elevation and descent) and the distance. I'm very happy considering this race is one of the harder ones on the island. Perfect conditions, after all.<br />
<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-12864992820437541562016-02-09T19:09:00.001-05:002016-02-09T19:09:23.787-05:00Bad Blogger!(Bad blogger!!) I am so sorry for being such a lousy blogger. As you can imagine, life has been pretty busy, particularly with my new venture. Please follow me on Instagram,<a href="https://www.instagram.com/roadfitness_ig"> @roadfitness_ig</a>, where I'm posting almost daily (and check out my personal training site,<a href="http://www.myroadfitness.com/"> http://www.myroadfitness.com</a>) With everything going on, it's just easier for me to post pictures with really brilliant (aka, mediocre) captions every day. I have always tried to put thought into all of my blog posts, but these days I just don't have the time. I will continue to blog in the future, but probably only to write race recaps and reviews.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-86454474301971366442016-01-19T11:46:00.001-05:002016-01-19T11:46:49.089-05:00LIVE From Long Island!3 things:<br />
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1. I am officially a Certified Personal Trainer - Exercise Fitness Specialist after passing my nationally accredited Academy of Applied Personal Training exam. I will also be receiving my TRX certification at the end of the month and my Run Coach certification from the USATF. I might have an addiction to certifications or school or both.<br />
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2. My coaching website is LIVE and coincidentally, from New York. Go to www.myroadfitness.com to be trained or entertained or preordained (<i>not really</i>). I promise you won't be pained (<i>well, maybe a little. In fact, you may be pained reading this. Sorry</i>).<br />
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3. I am registered for Marathon #6, the <a href="http://mainecoast262.com/">Shipyard Maine Coast Marathon</a> on Sunday, May 15. This is a small race with a cap of 1,000 runners. It is a rolling point-to-point race along the Atlantic coast. My good friend, Edison, will be running it, too. It will be his first and I will be his trainer. I will be following the Hanson Marathon Method again because I didn't like it the first time around. I loved it. Okay, love may be too strong a word. It was a good fit for me. Edison will be following a much more moderate plan. I don't think Hanson is the best plan for first timers who are not already experienced , accomplished runners.<br />
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Other news since we last rendezvoused: I'm up to 45 miles per week; I ran with a nice group from Life Time Athletic in Syosset one evening; I took a killer TRX class that my friend Jeanne taught at Forever Fit out east (<i>Do not be fooled by her sweet disposition. Actually, she is truly sweet, she just happens to be a hardcore bad ass when it comes to working out, but that's exactly what I want in a trainer</i>); and it's finally beginning to feel like winter on Long Island.<br />
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<i>From our website photo shoot </i></div>
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-58660142601505869552016-01-02T00:22:00.002-05:002016-01-02T00:28:42.884-05:002015 Year In ReviewThis year I got back in the game. 2014 was mostly disappointing as far as running was concerned. Even though I ran <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2014/04/boston-marathon-2014-review-part-2.html">my favorite race ever</a> (<i>I'm talkin' 'bout you, Boston!</i>), my times suffered. I was unmotivated and over trained by the time Patriot's Day came along. I spent the rest of that year running with no real goals other than just to run, which was both liberating and unsatisfying. <br />
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January of 2015 I ran my first race since the Brooklyn Half in May of 2014. I had signed up months earlier for the <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/01/sayville-run-to-brewery-review.html">Sayville Run to the Brewery</a>. I signed up only because it seemed like the thing to do at the time (S<i>omething I'll do again months later for the Army Ten Miler. Oops, again</i>). This is an extremely popular ten mile race on Long Island that sells out in minutes. I think Freighbor reminded me the day of registration so I logged on and unexpectedly got in. Fast forward to January and ta-da, race day arrived. I hadn't trained at all for the race and it turned out to be colder than <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2294629/">Arendelle</a> during one of Elsa's tantrums. Considering the circumstances, I was pleased with my result.<br />
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February, March, and April came and went, I ran in <i>a lot</i> of snow, over the <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/search?q=williamsburg+bridge">Williamsburg Bridge</a>, and among alligators in <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/search?q=hilton+head">Hilton Head</a>. Then in May I found out I got into the St. George Marathon! Cool! I had been working on building my base up to 40 miles per week. I was ready to get back on track (both figuratively and literally). I chose the <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/search?q=hanson">Hanson Marathon Method</a> as my program and was looking forward to a nice PR come October. Over the summer I ran in <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/06/santa-fe.html">Santa Fe</a>, <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/08/she-is-ubiquitous-runner.html">Pittsburgh</a> (Go Steelers!) and <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/07/lake-placid-and-mont-tremblant-running.html">Canada </a>for the first time (<i>Separate trips, of course</i>). I even <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/08/summer-streets-in-nyc.html">ran the streets of Manhattan</a> without forking over any moola to the New York Road Runners.<br />
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The Hanson program kicked my arse, but I loved the challenge. I loved having a strict schedule and running six days a week. I didn't love <i>not</i> racing. It was strange not knowing whether or not I was getting faster.<br />
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I unexpectedly ran another 24 hour 200 mile <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/09/reach-beach-relay-review.html">relay race</a> in September and then finally <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/10/st-george-marathon-review.html">the marathon</a>! I didn't run sub-3:30 as I'd hoped, but it was a beautiful, deceivingly challenging course and I PR'd and BQ'd for the third time around. Not too shabby. I'll take it.<br />
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I took it easy for the rest of October. When November arrived, I decided to start building again. I recruited a bunch of fellow runners to do the Runner's World Holiday Streak with me. And here it is, New Year's Day which included the now annual Hangover Run with my two favs, The Petite Pacer (TPP) and The Emerging Runner. What better way to start the year! We ran five loops in Eisenhower Park with about 400 others and then warmed up at Starbucks where we exchanged holiday gifts and sweet nothings.<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (12/13/15) - 1 mile, 9:00 pace with Sanibel<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (12/14/15) - 8 miles, 1:07:17, 8:25 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (12/15/15) - 6.2 miles, 51:49, 8:21 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (12/16/15) - 5.92 miles, 49:55, 8:26 pace<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (12/17/15) - 6.02 miles, 51:37, 8:34 pace<br />
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<b>Friday</b> (12/18/15) - 7 miles, 1:01:19, 8:46 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (12/19/15) - 6.1 miles, 52:40, 8:38 pace<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (12/20/15) - 1 mile with the 4-year old and 6-year old. As in, they both ran. As in, the 4-year old ran like the Energizer Bunny!<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (12/21/15) - 8 miles, 1:11:23, 8:55 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (12/22/15) - 8 miles, 1:09:46, 8:43 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (12/23/15) - 6 miles<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (12/24/15) - 4.13 miles, 35:21, 8:34 pace<br />
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<b>Friday</b> (12/25/15) - 1 mile with the 4-year old again. This time she stopped a couple of times for a breather, but she recovered quickly and sprinted home for the win!<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (12/26/15) - 10.24 miles, 1:29:46, 8:46 pace<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (12/27/15) - 2.07 miles, 20:15, 9:47 pace with The Kid on his bike.<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (12/28/15) - 8.01 miles, 1:07:19, 8:24 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (12/29/15) - 5.02 miles, 42:35, 8:29 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (12/30/15) - 7.02 miles, 1:00:17, 8:35 pace<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (12/31/15) - 6.3 miles, 54:59, 8:44 pace<br />
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<b>2015 Total Mileage</b> - 1,762 miles - The most miles I have ever run in a year to date. Twenty miles more than 2013. Bring it on, 2016!<br />
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<b>Sunday </b>(11/29/15) - 3.5 miles - Earlier that week, <a href="http://www.emergingrunner.com/">the Emerging Runner</a> (ER) asked if we could all get together for a group run. <a href="http://petitepacer.com/">The Petite Pacer </a>said she was racing in Rob's Run, a 5k trail race at <a href="http://www.nynjtc.org/park/stillwell-woods-preserve-0">Stillwell</a>, ER's famous running haunt. This was the perfect opportunity for me to finally check out this course, as well as see my crew, which is not only 2 Live, but also included Kin, aka ER 2.0. That morning I still had not recovered from my chest cold #2. I decided to just run casually with the guys while TPP raced. I met Kin and ER in the parking lot of Syosset High School which is directly across the street from Stillwell. We planned to do some easy laps on the track. Soon after, TPP stopped by with her sister and fellow blogger, <a href="http://neon%20is%20my%20color/">Neon Is My Color</a> (NIMC)! This was a treat since I have been reading her blog for a few years. Seeing a blogger whom you follow in real life for the first time is truly like a celebrity sighting (<i>I'm <b>sure</b> this is exactly how ER felt the first time he met me</i>). I wondered if I should ask for her autograph. Instead, we took a group selfie. When in doubt, selfie! The sisters headed to the start of the race to pick up numbers and get settled while the guys and I continued running around in ovals.<i> </i>ER went his own way, literally. He decided to be <i>that</i> guy running around the track in the <i>opposite</i> direction from everyone else. After a few laps together, Kin left me to run with ER (<i>Out of pity, I'm sure</i>). Before we knew it, it was time to meet TPP and NIMC at the starting line. There was a large crowd, approximately 700 runners. We cheered the ladies as they took off. I said hello to the president of<a href="http://glirc.org/"> my running club </a>who was standing next to me taking photographs. Another celebrity sighting! Kin, ER, and I left for Starbucks where we didn't have to wait long for the girls to meet us. We drank our coffees, ate ER's pumpkin bread, and enjoyed each other's company until it was time to part ways. It's always a good day when it starts with these guys.<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (11/30/15) - 7.06 miles, 1:00:46, 8:36 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (12/1/15) - 6.07, 50:31, 8:19 pace - I ran to the gym where I wanted to do some speed work on the treadmill. I thought it would be fun to try Yasso 800s for the first time with quarter mile recoveries in between. In Yasso 800s, you run 800 meters in your marathon time converted to minutes. I ran them in 3 minutes 34 seconds.<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (12/2/15) - 1.84 miles, 16:55, 9:12 pace - It's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYHxGBH6o4M">super streakyyy</a>.<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (12/3/15) - 8.02miles, 1:10:33, 8:48 pace<br />
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<b>Friday </b>(12/4/15) - 6 miles<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (12/5/15) 4.1 miles, 31:39 - Since I missed out on Rob's Run, I decided to sign up for the <a href="http://jingle%20bell%205k/">Jingle Bell 5k </a>at Hofstra University. I ran this race a couple of years ago sick as a dog (<i>Wow, my sickness seems to be a recurrent theme here</i>). This year I was only sick as a cat. Judging from the times in years past, I thought I had a good chance of winning the women's race. I parked on campus and picked up my number and fun, festive green long sleeve cotton shirt. I was wearing leggings and a lined turtle neck running top which turned out to be too warm. Almost all of the participants were dressed as Santa or elves. There was even a giant gingerbread man who looked more like <a href="http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/the-gumby-story/n9136">Gumby</a> in disguise. I ran a quick warm up mile. As I was waiting for the start, I saw the president of my running club again! Finally, we all lined up and took off. For most of the race I saw that there was a cross country college girl up front and then what looked to be a fourth or fifth grader behind her. I was third. The course took us in a circle around the perimeter of the campus. On a couple of occasions, I had to pull off to the side to cough my lungs up. They stayed down. As I started to slow down, Miss Elementary Schooler sped up (<i>Annoying</i>). I crossed the finish line in 22:27. This was a minute slower than my PR, but I was happy. The results were posted almost immediately. I saw that I actually finished second overall, instead of third. The 11-year old (Little Miss Sprinty Pants) took first. I'm not sure what happened to the cross country chick. I was psyched to be in the top three overall, plus I won my age group (40-49) as a bonus. I couldn't stick around for the award ceremony so one of the volunteers took my information to mail it to me. She called me later in the week apologizing that they actually gave the gold medal to the third place winner because it was hard to distinguish from the bronze. She was so sorry and sweet and said she was going to mail me a gift card instead. Unnecessary, but thanks!<br />
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<b>Total Weekly Mileage</b> - 36.6<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (12/6/15) - 1 mile - We had a lot on our plate this day. Church, then <a href="http://www.hicksnurseries.com/?gclid=CLryqti338kCFZEXHwodgacGtw">Hicks Nursery</a> to see the Christmas display, then my mother's house for a quick stop-and-chat (Oh, <a href="http://www.hbo.com/curb-your-enthusiasm">curb your enthusiasm</a>, will ya!), dinner out, and finally watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0039628/">Miracle On 34th Street </a> (<i>The original! Don't even get me started on damn remakes - yeah I'm talking to you despicable <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0170016/">Seuss recremations</a>!</i>) with the kids. When oh when will I run? Damn you, <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/tag/rwrunstreak">Runner's World</a>! It turned out I ran immediately after dinner (<i>meaning immediately after food and a glass of vino</i>). It wasn't so bad. The air was crisp and I was verrry relaxed.<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (12/7/15) - 8 miles, 1:08:48, 8:36 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (12/8/15) - 8 miles, 1:06:38, 8:20 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (12/9/15) - 3.05 miles, 26:02, 8:32 pace<br />
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<b>Thursday </b>(12/10/15) - 7.01 miles, 1:00:32, 8:38 pace - Happy 14th birthday, Sanibel!!!<br />
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<b>Friday </b>(12/11/15) - 6 miles, 51:52, 8:39 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (12/12/15) - 4.89 miles, 41:49, 8:33 pace - Run cut short due to technical difficulties (<i>aka, bathroom emergency. Oh you know the drill by now</i>), 2.33 miles 19:12, 8:16 pace - I did the second part of the run after my study group. I ran a loop around Museum Row near Nassau Coliseum.<br />
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<b>Total Weekly Mileage</b> - 40.3 Whoo hoo! Building the base, baby.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-90259699390754629512015-12-02T10:38:00.003-05:002015-12-03T15:24:58.780-05:00Get Your Streak On<b>Sunday</b> (11/22/15) - Off<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (11/23/15) - 8.02 miles, 1:10:09, 8:45 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (11/24/15) - 7 miles, 1:01;45, 8:49 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (11/25/15) - Off - Last day off until January 2, 2016!<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (11/26/15 gobble gobble) - 6.1 miles, 55:36, 9:07 pace - I decided to attempt the <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/tag/rwrunstreak">Runner's World Holiday Streak</a> again this year. Run at least one mile every day from Thanksgiving until January 1. I streaked two years ago and although it tested my creativity and commitment at times, I enjoyed the challenge. I've already created a Facebook Group with eager participants. It's definitely more fun and motivating when you have others to commiserate with and keep you honest.<br />
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I kicked off this year's streak with Freighbor and GM (both participants, as well) in the local park. We set out to do five, but there really isn't a five mile loop so we wound up running six. My damn cough/congestion was back so I was very aware of my huffing and puffing, particularly when attempting to engage in conversation (<i>which I'm not used to anyway when running</i>). Both Freighbor and GM's GPS' had different readings. I chose to record a time and pace that split the difference. It was nice to have the company while lessening the inevitable guilt about what I was going to stuff into my face in just a few short hours. I forgot to take a group selfie...so here is an artist's rendition of what a post-run selfie might have looked like...<br />
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<b>Friday</b> (11/27/15) 6.13 miles - Early evening run with some strides.</div>
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<b>Saturday</b> (11/28/15) - 6.04, 53:27, 8:51 pace - Another evening run. I saved myself from a serious face plant due to an uneven sidewalk hidden by wet leaves.<br />
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<b>Total Weekly Mileage</b> - 33.3 miles<br />
<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-65421569619626211582015-11-23T15:55:00.000-05:002015-11-23T15:55:03.489-05:00My HDL Is LOL and LDL Is WTF?<b>Sunday</b> (11/15/15) - Off - Biomechanics class in the morning and afternoon lab at the gym.<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (11/16/15) - 7 miles, 1:07:09, 9:36 pace - Run with the 4-year old in the jogger stroller (<i>I think because I can't really account for the pace otherwise</i>).<br />
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<tr><td> 1 </td><td> 8:57.0 </td><td> 8:57.0 </td><td> 8:55 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 8:57 </td><td> 8:55 </td><td> 3:45 </td><td> 90 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 2 </td><td> 8:59.0 </td><td> 17:56 </td><td> 8:56 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> 7 </td><td> 8:59 </td><td> 8:56 </td><td> 3:35 </td><td> 88 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 3 </td><td> 9:48.9 </td><td> 27:45 </td><td> 9:38 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> 3 </td><td> 9:49 </td><td> 9:38 </td><td> 8:38 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 4 </td><td> 9:57.3 </td><td> 37:42 </td><td> 9:56 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> 13 </td><td> -- </td><td> 9:57 </td><td> 9:56 </td><td> 9:04 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 5 </td><td> 10:08 </td><td> 47:50 </td><td> 10:00 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 10:08 </td><td> 10:00 </td><td> 8:04 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 6 </td><td> 9:56.5 </td><td> 57:47 </td><td> 9:54 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> 6 </td><td> -- </td><td> 9:56 </td><td> 9:54 </td><td> 9:09 </td><td> 88 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 7 </td><td> 9:22.3 </td><td> 1:07:09 </td><td> 9:22 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 9:22 </td><td> 9:22 </td><td> 8:27 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 8 </td><td> 0:00.9 </td><td> 1:07:10 </td><td> -- </td><td> 0.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 8:10 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 0 </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Summary</td><td>1:07:10</td><td>1:07:10</td><td>1:06:41</td><td>7.00</td><td>19</td><td>10</td><td>9:36</td><td>9:</td></tr>
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<b>Tuesday</b> (11/17/15) - 7.01 miles, 59:51, 8:32 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (11/18/15) - Off<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (11/19/15) - 6.01, 48:57, 8:09 pace - Tempo run on the streets.<br />
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<tr><td> 1 </td><td> 8:21.8 </td><td> 8:21.8 </td><td> 8:16 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 8:22 </td><td> 8:16 </td><td> 4:04 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 2 </td><td> 8:06.7 </td><td> 16:28 </td><td> 8:04 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> 7 </td><td> 8:07 </td><td> 8:04 </td><td> 7:39 </td><td> 88 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 3 </td><td> 8:14.5 </td><td> 24:43 </td><td> 8:12 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> 2 </td><td> 8:14 </td><td> 8:12 </td><td> 7:38 </td><td> 88 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 4 </td><td> 8:11.5 </td><td> 32:54 </td><td> 8:06 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> 16 </td><td> -- </td><td> 8:12 </td><td> 8:06 </td><td> 7:32 </td><td> 88 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 5 </td><td> 8:08.1 </td><td> 41:02 </td><td> 8:04 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> 10 </td><td> -- </td><td> 8:08 </td><td> 8:04 </td><td> 7:50 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 6 </td><td> 7:49.2 </td><td> 48:52 </td><td> 7:46 </td><td> 1.00 </td><td> -- </td><td> 7 </td><td> 7:49 </td><td> 7:46 </td><td> 6:26 </td><td> 89 </td></tr>
<tr><td> 7 </td><td> 0:05.5 </td><td> 48:57 </td><td> -- </td><td> 0.01 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 7:04 </td><td> -- </td><td> -- </td><td> 1 </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Summary</td><td>48:57</td><td>48:57</td><td>48:28</td><td>6.01</td><td>25</td><td>22</td><td>8:08</td><td></td></tr>
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<b>Friday</b> (11/20/15) - 8.01 miles, 1:08:38, 8:34 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (11/21/15) - 7.02 miles, 1:03:47, 9:05 pace - Started at 4:30pm and ran mostly in the dark. Dressed in all black except for my reflective belt. I stuck to the sidewalks. Mostly.<br />
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<b>Total Weekly Mileage</b> - 35.1<br />
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And now for something completely exciting. To me. And my doctor.<br />
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The second consecutive year my blood levels were in perfect working order. I always had a history of high cholesterol, despite being a lifetime runner. In the past five years I changed my diet, eliminating pork, beef (except for a grass fed indulgence every six months or so), ice cream, and Chips Ahoy! I eat a lot of fish (mostly salmon), chicken, organic chocolate chip cookies, and dark chocolate. I finally have seen the benefits in my past two blood work results. My arteries and I are thrilled!</div>
<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-16969156686645999992015-11-13T13:35:00.005-05:002015-11-13T13:37:49.332-05:00Rockville Centre 5k RecapOur town puts on an annual 10k and 5k race the Saturday after the New York City Marathon. It's a large event for our little town that welcomes about 500 runners. I love the fact that I live in a running town. On any given day, at any given time, you will see at least a handful of runners, either separately or in small groups, pounding the pavement throughout the neighborhood. This year Pete and my eldest wanted to run the 10k. I was going to watch with the little ones and cheer from a corner two blocks from our house. The Wednesday before the race, my 9-year old son asked if I would run the 5k with him. Yes! How could I say no? My fantastic neighbors said they would watch the little girls, despite their baby boy breaking his leg the day before. Yay (<i>for the race, not the broken leg</i>)!<br />
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I picked up our bibs on Friday at the Rec Center. The woman there informed me that <a href="http://www.caborvc.net/">Cabo</a>, the trendy Mexican restaurant in town, was going to host a free pasta (<i>Yes, I said Mexican</i>) dinner. Nobody has to say "free" twice to me. That evening we gathered the miniatures and headed to dinner. They had an entire room set aside for <strike>us</strike> the runners. We happened to be the only ones there. They served two trays of rigatoni, one in red sauce with parmagiano and another in garlic and oil with spinach and cheese. They were both unexpectedly delicioso considering their specialty is fish taco and paella! There was also rice and beans, salad with Italian dressing, and a bucket of Gatorades. We told the staff that our son had dairy allergies and they graciously made my son a separate plate of pasta without cheese. They even sent us home with a huge to-go box for my oldest daughter. Eventually, a man and a woman came in separately for dinner. I was surprised that there weren't more runners eating since this race is very popular in town. Am I the only one who appreciates a free meal?<br />
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The next morning I dropped the girls off and then the four of us made our way into town. My daughter was very nervous as this would be only the second time she has run farther than four miles, the first being four days prior. My son was excited. He was looking forward to getting a medal. I had to break it to him that he was in a "real" race where not everyone gets a medal, only if you place. He was okay with it, but still hoped he would make the top three of his age group. Continuing with my role as Debbie Downer, I told him that he would be competing against middle school kids so it is unlikely that he would place. (<i>Welcome to life, kid. Get used to it. Mean Mommy!</i>)<br />
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This year they had corrals so he and I lined up in the 9 minute mile group. He wanted to start at the front, but I told him that isn't the best strategy. Not only are you slowing the faster runners down, but it can be discouraging when they are passing you and leaving you in the dust. Been there, done that. We said hello to some people we knew, many of whom thought I was going to smoke this race. I have always won my age group in this race in the past, but this wasn't going to be a PR attempt. I was thrilled to pace my son to his first 5k finish.<br />
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Suddenly, we were off. We did the usual starting line shuffle. The kid wanted to zig zag past the crowd, but I advised him against it, explaining he would just be wasting energy. Now that I think about it, though, since a 5k is short relative to a marathon, maybe it's not that detrimental. He listened and we continued running comfortably. At one point, he wanted to experiment running with his feet kicking out to the sides instead of forward. Okay. We saw some neighbors along the course and waved hello. We hit the One Mile Marker at 9:40. This was unacceptable for the kid, he wanted to speed up. We accelerated slightly, but I reminded him that we didn't want to tire ourselves out too quickly. Our second mile was faster and before we knew it, we were at the turn around where the 10k runners kept forging ahead as we headed back to the finish. He kept looking out for kids his age and when he saw them, he sprinted past in hopes of getting a medal. We rounded the last corner with only a few hundred yards to the finish line. I told him we should run as fast as we could. He took off. I could see spectators pointing and cheering for him from the sidelines. We ran side by side and crossed the finish mat at 27:12. I thought we were 30 seconds faster because we didn't immediately hit the mat at the start. I was wrong. He got a little sick because of the all out sprint, but he was so happy and proud of himself, as was I. The timing company had two monitors outside their van where you typed in your name and it read your stats. This was new and cool.<br />
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We headed back to the finish line to wait for Pete and Sanibel. We saw the 10k winners cross which is always fun. The kid saw his friends and couldn't wait to talk about his accomplishment. This was the first time the kid ran over three miles without taking breaks. He kept going with energy to spare at the end. Children have so much heart when they compete. It was a blast to be able to watch him take it all in and experience his first "grown-up" race. Eventually, the other two arrived. We headed back home and I couldn't have been more pleased with the end result, even if I had PR'd (<i>okay, well maybe a </i>teeny, tiny bit<i> more</i>).<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-41080999521122121802015-11-05T14:38:00.004-05:002015-11-05T16:49:40.472-05:00Happy Birthday to Me & All the Other Saints<b>Monday</b> (10/26/15) - 7.6 miles, 1:05:25, 8:37 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (10/28/15) - 6.6 miles, 54:52, 8:19 pace - I ran to the gym in thick humidity. I set out to run 4 x .75mi at 5-10k pace with .25 recovery in between. It was a suffer fest. The chest cold that had been lingering since the week before made my breathing almost impossible. I cut the run a half mile short. My first attempt at speed work since <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/10/st-george-marathon-review.html">the marathon</a> was a stupid, annoying fail.<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (10/29/15) - 3.94 miles, 34:19, 8:43 pace<br />
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I couldn't remember the rule of thumb for running while sick.Was it above the neck, don't run? Or below the neck, don't run? I finally decided to look it up. Below the neck, don't run (<i>Oops</i>). Okay, you don't have to tell me twice. My cough was getting worse to the point where I could barely finish a sentence. The post nasal drip made falling asleep at night wishful thinking. I could definitely use a few rest days.<br />
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<b>Friday</b> (10/30/15) - Kids' Halloween parade!<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (10/31/15) - Trick-or-treat!<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (My birthday!<i> All Saints Day, </i>obviously<i>.</i>) - Pete took my eldest to New Jersey for the day which took soccer off the table. I was excited to <strike>drag</strike> bring the three little ones to Queens to watch the New York City Marathon! I knew a few people running so I decided to make a couple of signs. I hurried (<i>hurried</i> is a relative term when children are involved) my kids out the door hoping to catch the elite men at the half marathon mark. Once we got to Queens, many of the roads were closed so we just parked where we could. We walked over to Vernon Boulevard and got a nice spot right in front of a cafe. First, I noticed we missed the elites (<i>dang it!</i>). Then, I noticed we were on the opposite side of the road that I told everyone we would be on (<i>double fuck a potato!</i>). Hopefully, they would still be able to spot my<a href="http://www.bostonmagazine.com/news/blog/2014/01/14/boston-marathon-clothing-2014-reactions/"> bright orange Boston Marathon jacket </a>(<i>they didn't</i>). Despite our little setbacks, <strike>I</strike> we mostly had a good time. There was DJ a couple of feet from us and enough crowd support to be fun, but not too crowded to be irritating. Many runners winked or smiled at our signs, and a couple even stopped to take pictures of them. We danced, we shouted, we high-5'd until we cried, we complained, and we fought ( "We" <i>meaning</i> "they"). It became clear that I needed to get the kids out of there pronto before they started running on the course just to spite me. I knew I was going to miss Kin and his wife by just one mile which was a bummer gigante.<br />
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Did I mention I got a Garmin Forerunner 10 for my birthday? Yup. Finally!! And can I tell you how my life has changed? No more math while running. No more stopping to get the damn phone out of the arm sleeve or FlipBelt mid-run. No more guesswork. I love it. It's simple to use, small, and lightweight. The only annoying part is having to hook it up to the laptop to download the runs (<i>Is that lazy? Probably.</i>).<br />
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<b>Tuesday </b>(11/3/15) - 6.41 miles, 59:19, 9:15 pace - Sanibel is running our local 10k on Saturday. She has never run more than 4 miles. We were going to be up in Manhasset for my doctor's appointment, so we ran there. It was a lot hillier than she's used to. Other than her shoelaces being untied for God knows how many miles (<i>Seriously?</i>) and her crossing the street without looking (<i>I mean, SERIOUSLY?!?! And with headphones?! Ugh.</i>), the run went well.<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (11/4/15) - 6.26 miles, 52:24, 8:22 pace<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (11/5/15) - 7.55 miles, 1:05:10, 8:38 pace<br />
<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-80759388556513149492015-10-25T17:02:00.002-04:002015-10-25T19:06:15.566-04:00What's New, Pussycat?In my last post I said I had four more days before I would return to running. Well, it was actually a whole day. The fall weather has just been so ideal, I couldn't wait. I tried, really I did.<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (10/15/15) 3.91 miles - My first day back I ran with my neighbor, GM, who is tapering for the New York City Marathon (<i>She is one of three on our block, including myself, who had a marathon on tap for this year. Freighbor is the other, who just rocked the Marine Corps Marathon this morning! Go Freighbor, go Freighbor!</i>). I wore my brand new Hoka One One Huakas which felt great once I figured out how to do the laces (<i>"roller blade laces" which are great because they'll never untie and trip you</i>). GM definitely had more pep in her step. I had to breathlessly remind her it was my first day back, dammit. I mean, I<i> can </i>run faster. I just <i>choose</i> not to... (<i>pant, gasp, pant</i>)<br />
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<b>Friday </b>(10/16/15) 3.86 miles - Regular 4 mile (?) loop solo.<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (10/17/15) 4.6 miles, 40:26, 8:42 pace - I ran 20 minutes east from Owl's Head Park to the Verrazano Bridge along the Belt Parkway, and then back again. It was a crisp, beautiful sunny morning. No wind.<br />
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<b>Monday</b> (10/19/15) - 6.03 miles, 53:46, 8:54 pace<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (10/20/15) - 5.92 miles, 52:42, 8:54 pace<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (10/21/15) - 5 miles - I met a friend, JT, from high school who I have not seen <i>since</i> high school. She is a personal trainer out east and the mother of three very tall boys. She and I were on the cross country team together freshman year. By sophomore year, my co-dependent relationship with Phillip Morris got more serious and I wound up pursuing him, rather than continue with the team. JT stayed on cross country, getting faster each year. Decades later, we reconnected via Facebook and finally found time to get together doing something we haven't done together since we were 14! It was a blast!<br />
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<b>Thursday </b>(10/22/15) - 5.93 miles - 51:50, 8:44 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (10/24/15) - 6.82 miles, 57:25, 8:25 pace - I ran from Hofstra University east on the bike path along Hempstead Turnpike. It was 50 degrees and overcast. Perfect running conditions. I felt light on my feet and ran a little faster than I planned. I turned north on Merrick Avenue and ran outside the west gate of Eisenhower Park to Old Country Road. I turned around and headed back. I only passed one other runner on the path whom I spontaneously high-5'd as we passed. He was very amused and chuckled. It's fun sometimes to acknowledge how lucky we are to be healthy, active, outdoors, and awesome with fellow runners.<br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (10/25/15) - 5.04 miles - Originally, I was going to run 7 miles with my son on his bike. My two little girls caught wind of this and were "not going to be ignored" (<i>Quick! What movie? Hint: Rabbit Stew</i>). The more the <strike>slower</strike> merrier. My 6-year old rode her bike, too, and the "baby" (she's 4) went in the jogger stroller. The baby fell asleep while the other two did great. No complaints or requests to do a shopping/eating detour.<br />
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What else have I been up to, you ask? Why was I at Hofstra University? Well, after many people telling me for years that I should be a Personal Trainer, I finally decided to take a look into it. The day I Googled, there just happened to be a free information introductory session at Hofstra that evening for a continuing education personal training certification course. I went. I was hooked. The thing that got me was this particular course is more scientific and principle based than others. I signed up the next day. I already finished my Anatomy prerequisite and CPR certification this past week. The actual Personal Training classes start next week. When JT and I got together, she gave me a ton of helpful information on working at a gym, as well as seeing clients privately. Once the course is complete, I will take the certification exam and then be on my merry way doing something that I love and completely makes sense for me, for a change.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-20521376356337106382015-10-14T14:17:00.005-04:002015-10-14T15:21:12.300-04:00The Perils of Not Running<a href="http://www.hansons-running.com/">The Hansons</a> don't want you running for a full two weeks after your marathon. At first I thought this would be fine. I can relax, recover, and take care of the little things that might have been neglected the past four months. Well, those little things are all in school now. So instead, I've been going a little stir crazy. First, I'm still eating as though I'm in Peak Week of my training cycle. Not good since I'm not burning <a href="http://www.benjerry.com/?keyword={benandjerrys}&gclid=CMTZp57IwsgCFcIXHwodNccBmQ">these calories</a> off. Second, I may not be physically running, but I've got the mental running down pat. I am either on the RWOL message boards (Happily reading about everyone else's races. Yay Fall!) or on <a href="http://www.runningintheusa.com/">Running In the USA</a> looking for my next race, and then checking <a href="http://www.marathonguide.com/">Marathon Guide</a> for reviews. I think about it all the time (<i>Okay fine, this is no different than before</i>). <b>NOTE: PETE, STOP READING HERE.</b> And yes, I'm also "window" shopping. I can't help it if I found a pair of <a href="http://www.runningwarehouse.com/catpage-HOKAW.html">Hoka One One Huakas</a> on sale for $49 in my size (runningwarehouse.com). I mean, was I supposed to <i>ignore</i> that? Not running for two weeks just seems a bit - dangerous.<br />
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<b>PETE, YOU MAY RESUME HERE</b>. That is why I went for a quickie with my friends, <a href="http://www.emergingrunner.com/">Emerging Runner</a> (ER) and <a href="http://petitepacer.com/">The Petite Pacer</a> (TPP). Sunday morning I joined them mid-run at Bethpage State Park for an easy 3 miler just to stretch out my legs and make sure they still worked. It was also an excuse to see them again since I can't remember the last time we got together. TPP had just competed in her first duathlon in which she placed second in her age group. She has been focusing on cycling lately and it's been paying off. ER was there mostly for fashion and driving tips (ex., Shorts <i>or</i> leggings, not both. And,<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mLumRpGAwI"> turtles </a>don't make good Formula One drivers). Despite everyone running super slow, time flew by super quickly. Apparently, fun was had by all.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-50610365876343838372015-10-06T19:20:00.002-04:002015-10-08T09:36:02.627-04:00St. George Marathon ReviewI arrived in Las Vegas Thursday morning. This was my first trip to Sin City. I am not a gambler, nor a fan of bright neon lights and big crowds, but this airport was only two hours from St. George, rather than six from Salt Lake City (<i>St. George has its own airport, but the flight involved a lot of time consuming transfers)</i>. I decided to stay one night just for the experience and also I have been <i>dying</i> to see <a href="https://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/love/default.aspx">The Beatles Love Cirque du Soleil</a>show ever since it premiered. I rented a 4-door Toyota Yaris from Firefly. It was tiny, but since it was just me and my little suitcase, I didn't need a lot of room.<br />
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My hotel, <a href="http://www.newyorknewyork.com/">New York New York</a>, was on the Strip about ten minutes from the airport. There's a Statue of Liberty outside as well as a theme parked sized roller coaster. I checked in and picked up my show ticket. The lobby is half casino and half replica of downtown New York City. There were cobble stone paths lined with New York restaurants like Gonzalez y Gonzalez and Shake Shack. I asked for a room on one of the lower floors of this behemoth and as luck would have it, it was the same floor as the fitness center. I decided to use the treadmill instead of figuring out a remote location that I would have to drive to and then once there, avoid rattle snakes and mountain lions (<i>it is no secret I have a so called "irrational" fear of being attacked by wild animals while running</i>).The treadmill had a working television attached so I watched two episodes of Sex & the City which made my easy 6 fly by. This was a big treat because most treadmills with monitors that I have used, the TV never works.<br />
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I thought I would have enough time to take a nap before the Beatles show, but my television in my room was not working and it took forever for the engineer to come up and...plug it in for me (<i>I can see you snickering</i>). I went downstairs and had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants, <a href="http://www.newyorknewyork.com/restaurants/il-fornaio.aspx">Il Fornaio</a>. I was already carbo loading so I ordered the capellini pomodoro with a nice Chianti (<i>Insert creepy slurping noises</i>). It was delicious! I drove to <a href="http://www.mirage.com/">the Mirage </a>and parked in their free garage (<i>Most of the big hotels have free parking garages which is great! Even New York New York, where you would think if they were going for authenticity, they would have meters or restrictions everywhere</i>).<br />
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My seat was literally in the last row of the second tier, but the theater was so small, it actually was a pretty good seat. How was the show? I really can't put into words what an amazing spectacle it was. The beauty, creativity, colors, set design, costumes, athleticism, talent were all awe inspiring. This was my second Cirque du Soleil show (I took the kids to see <a href="https://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/ovo/default.aspx">Ovo</a> on Randall's Island in 2010), so I was expecting something great, but this really exceeded my expectations. And the music! If you are a Beatles fan like me, you will not be disappointed. The soundtrack is all original vocals, but remastered and updated just enough to be in sync with the young cast and breathtaking choreography. I highly recommend this performance. It's worth the trip to Vegas.<br />
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The next morning I was up early, despite not having a bunch of children in bed with me. I ordered pancakes to the room which were only $8.95, but if you want coffee, they make you order a whole pot which was also $8.95. Annoying. I could only consume half the stack and then went about checking out. Google Maps said St. George was only 1:52 away which would have me arrive by 11am. Perfect.<br />
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I checked into the Best Western Abbey Inn in St. George. There was a sign in sheet for marathon wake up calls. I signed in for 3:45am (<i>yikes!</i>). They also gave each runner a goody bag with snacks and water. I dropped off my bags in my room and headed to the Expo at the Dixie Center a few minutes away. The Expo was large and bustling. I picked up my bib easy enough and then sat in on a couple of lectures/Q&As, First Timers and Elites. I particularly enjoyed the latter. There were five elite runners, two women and three men, all local. They each told their stories about how they started running, how their running evolved, their PRs, and their hopes for this race. One of the women is a 49-year old mother of seven (<i>Yup! We're in Utah!</i>). She explained how she started out as an average runner (<i>Her early times matched up to mine</i>) until she decided to hire an elite running coach who brought her times down to the 2:50s. I found this fascinating... I wanted to ask all of them questions, but I had to boogie.<br />
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I started running again and at some point passed Tall Brunette from the 3:35 pace group. She was walking alone. The group was still nowhere in sight. Oh well. I hit the half marathon marker at 1:49:01 and swallowed my second Ew, I mean Gu. The course began to get steep again at Mile 15, except this time downhill. We ran into Snow Canyon which was absolutely beautiful. </div>
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We hit another hill at Mile 19 which was smaller than Veyo, but I still walked part of it and "ate" my last gel. I couldn't bear to eat any more after that. I felt like I had sugar flowing through my veins. At Mile 20, I waited for the "Wall". It never came. I was tired and my legs were totally shot, but I could still <i>force</i> myself to keep going. Don't get me wrong, by Mile 22 I <i>wanted</i> to stop, but I didn't <i>have</i> to. (<i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hansons-Marathon-Method-Renegade-Fastest/dp/1934030856">Hanson's</a> actually worked!</i>) At some point I even stepped off to the side to do some lunges. My quads were <i>that </i>sore. We were headed back into the city of St. George and the crowds were getting bigger. Someone gave me a purple ice pop! Yay! Somewhere around Mile 24, a kid was giving out ice cold miniature bottles of purple Gatorade. Yes, thank you! I took a cold, wet towel from someone else. I finally made the last turn onto 300 West and saw the finish line up ahead. Hallelujah! I tried to speed up, but when I did I started to gag. Lovely. They even memorialized the gag in my official marathon photos! Awesome! My official time is 3:34:44. A PR and my third BQ! I didn't hit my A goal of sub-3:30, but I wasn't too disappointed. I'm getting closer. Plus, with all the walking and lunging I did, I think my time rocks. I wound up having a negative split by 3:18. I finished in the top 18% overall out of 5,464 runners, top 12% out of the women, and top 11% in my age group. </div>
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Mile 1 - 8:16</div>
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-64754972981531311632015-09-29T15:56:00.003-04:002015-09-29T15:56:59.482-04:00T Minus 4 DaysEvery day I'm tapering, tapering. The <a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/">St. George Marathon</a> is this Saturday! I am in full Hanson "Tapering" Mode. I will only be running 49 miles this week, including the 26.2 on Saturday. This means I have a lot of time on my hands to be restless and perform questionable acts that someone in her right state of mind might find offensive or disturbing. Eating as though I'm still peaking would be an example. Phish Food, Ben and Jerry? Did you have my demise in mind when you concocted this devil's delight? So sinful no amount of Hail Marys could save me. At least I didn't finish the entire container in one day. Oh wait, does 24 hours count as a day still?<br />
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I also have a lot of time to peruse the internet. I have celebrated National Daughter's Day, National Coffee Day, National One Hit Wonder Day, and National Eat A Quart of Ice Cream Day with friends real and virtual (<i>Are you questioning the validity of that last holiday? Who are you to judge?</i>). I also have read every topic on the Runner's World Marathon message board (RWOL), putting my two cents in when necessary (<i>or unnecessary</i>). I also bought <a href="http://procompression.com/marathon/">a pair of Pro Compression socks</a> on sale that I won't be wearing on race day because I have never trained in them, however they were too cute to pass up. $30 well spent.<br />
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When you have a lot of time, you can also check weather forecasts for cities all over the world online. What does it say about St. George, Utah, you ask? Well, at the beginning of last week the forecast was 86 degrees. Yikes! Marathons have been known to be cancelled in those temperatures (<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/08/us/08chicago.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0">see Chicago</a>). A couple of days later my iPhone had a different forecast, 95. Was this a joke?! A RWOL member from Colorado said they were actually expecting a cold front in the area which would bring the temp down to the mid-70s by noon. Still hot after running 26 miles, but sooo much better than the other forecasts. I'll go with him. (<i>However, as of today, weather.com says 89</i>)<br />
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Today is my day off, then 6 easy miles tomorrow. I fly out to Vegas on Thursday where I'll run another 6 (and catch the Cirque du Soleil show <i><a href="https://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/love/default.aspx">Love</a></i>). Friday I drive two hours to St. George where I plan to run the last 3 miles of the race course. I'm hoping to also drive the course if I have time. Then Saturday is Marathon #5...<i>a little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by my side</i>....did I mention I was tapering?<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-49697186126802840772015-09-23T23:25:00.002-04:002015-09-29T16:37:44.948-04:00Reach the Beach Relay ReviewMonday morning I received an email from our good friend Dana from Martha's Vineyard. He asked if I would be interested in being a last minute substitute for their Reach the Beach Relay team, that weekend. Without hesitation, I cried, "Yes!" in my head. Of course, I had to discuss it with Pete first. Even though he was secretly hoping to be the substitute since he had run that relay with another team twice in the past (<i>Sorry, Pete, they wanted a female...or just me</i>), he was very gung-ho about my participation. There were a couple of issues, of course. First, I am winding down my marathon training. Racing two weeks out is not the smartest idea. Would they mind if I was to run 9:00 miles? <i>No problem</i>. And B (<i>as in Van B</i>), I'm going to be away from the kids for four days marathon weekend. This would be at least three more days away. No problem, Pete and the kids would drive up. Okay then, done deal!<br />
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Thursday afternoon I took the JetBlue shuttle from JFK to Logan where I met N, one of my 11 teammates. He is a totally chill dude who used to live on the Vineyard before he and his family moved down south. I liked him immediately. Soon Van B picked us up and I met J, L, and my friend, Dana. We made our way very slowly to New Hampshire. Boston traffic is no joke, but it gave me an opportunity to get to know the others as well as prepare me for my upcoming van odyssey. I snacked on an apple and a couple of Nature's Valley granola bars, but still began to feel foggy and loopy from my hypoglycemia. By the time we arrived at our rented ski lodge in Bretton Woods, I was almost slurring my words. Luckily, a feast awaited. Van 1 (<i>Yes, Van 1 and Van B. There is no Van A or Van 2.</i>) had arrived hours earlier and its occupants had already started cooking. I downed some cheese and crackers before we all sat down for delicious pasta pomodoro with meatballs and/or pasta with oil and basil, grilled chicken, and a huge salad.<br />
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The rest of the team were warm and welcoming, just as I had hoped. It would have sucked if they were assholes or thought I was one. Everyone had run Reach the Beach together for many years in the past, but it had been ten years since their last. I had one relay experience, <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2013/08/hood-to-coast-race-review.html">Hood to Coast</a>, so I was familiar with how it worked.<br />
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Van 1:<br />
G - The captain who recently had major surgery and wanted to get the old gang together now that he had recovered.<br />
D - The super nice ultra-marathoner<br />
ML - Adorable, tiny mother runner whose marathon times range from the 3:20s to 3:30. She is famous for her consistent pace. She runs 5ks at the same pace as her marathons. I actually met and ran with her the last time we were up on the Vineyard.<br />
J - A former Division 1 cross country runner. 'Nuff said.<br />
K - Very sweet, uber fit ice hockey runner. Low 3:00 marathoner.<br />
P1 - Nice, very fast, and second newest member of the team (I think he ran 4 out of the 10 races with them).<br />
Chubby - Van 1 mascot, an illuminating gnome who sits on the van roof staring into the night, always watching out for those below him or scheming their demise. It's hard to say which.<br />
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N - Whom you've already met<br />
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L - Don't let the "Grandpa status" fool ya, he is in fantastic shape. A gentle giant.<br />
PB - Another "Grandpa" I wouldn't want to be competing against. He does Spartans with his 24-year old son...and his son has to keep up with him.<br />
B - The only other female in Van B and what a female she is! She is beautiful and vulgar and hilarious and sweet and freakishly fast, like elite fast.<br />
Me - Suddenly wondering what I'm doing with this talented team of titans.<br />
Woody - Van B mascot extraordinaire, the smarter of the two gnomes.<br />
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After dinner I went to the designated bedroom that I shared with J. G said he would be up at 5, but our start time wasn't until 11:30 so I figured I could do some crossword puzzles that had been ignored over some months due to child rearing. J went right to sleep, but not before my gassy stomach announced I was holding in a fart or two. Nice. I went to sleep a little before midnight.<br />
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We got to the start early to do a little shopping and attend the mandatory team meeting.The rules were simple: don't relieve yourself publicly or you're disqualified; make your bibs visible or you're disqualified; make sure you are wearing headlamps and flashing lights front and back at nighttime or you're disqualified.<br />
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It was time to start. D was Runner #1. He had a beast of an ascent, basically up an almost vertical ski slope that he immediately had to descend. G was next and then J. Once J went, we all got in our respective vans and were headed to the beach which would be almost 200 miles and 28 hours later.<br />
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I was Runner #8. My first leg wasn't until after 3 in the afternoon. It was 7.3 miles of a gradual downhill in the shade. I passed four people (<i>They are called "kills" in relay speak. Our humane van called them "apples" that we would pick off - like an Olympic assassin would kill a turtle of a jogger</i>.) and nobody passed me. I made the final turn for the last mile right into the afternoon sun. It was hot and uncomfortable, but I ran it out. My Map My Run went wonky at Mile 2, but I think I was averaging 8:00 miles.<br />
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N was Runner #12 and then we started all over again. We spent most of the time in the van talking about burping, farting, pooping, peeing, and our kids. If I had known how open everyone was, I wouldn't have held in my fart the night before so I could have been comfortable without my stomach grumbling all night. We took turns driving the van and I think I impressed them with my mad skills. My car at home is almost as big as these 15 passenger vans, after all.<br />
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I was dreading my next leg, Leg #20. As time passed, it became apparent that I wasn't going to go out until 3am. B was ahead of me, and she and I had "Wild Card" runs. Hers was anywhere between 7-9 miles, depending on how she felt, and then mine would be either 4-6. Rather than hand off at a designated transition area, during a Wild Card run, you can hand off whenever you wanted. We both hadn't slept, but we were both antsy to get out there. She took off at 2am on a mostly steep uphill course. We drove past her and I was just in awe at how fast she was climbing that hill. We waited for her at Mile 7, but she wanted to keep going. We had to stop her at Mile 8, though because with all the van congestion, we wouldn't make it to the transition area at Mile 9 in time. I took off into the blackness a little after 3am. My leg was mostly downhill and I flew as fast as I could without really seeing the ground unless headlights were coming up from behind. I followed the lit runners ahead of me, sometimes getting dizzy from their bright flashers. I sped up past the people with the bright lights to avoid a possible migraine. The temperature was 49 degrees and there was also a cool mist in the air. It felt amazing. My best run of the race.<br />
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I drove again after my run, but I was exhausted. I could only drive a couple of more legs before it would become unsafe. Dana took over and I laid down for a nap. Sleeping in a van is restless and almost impossible. When I awoke, I told Dana I could take over driving again. He laughed at me and said that he had only driven 3 miles. <i>Really?</i> Ugh. I was awake and that would be my shuteye for the 24+ hours.<br />
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We had breakfast at a firehouse at one of the transition areas. I had a big pancake, coffee, and juice. I did my business for the first time since the race began which was a relief because I had been eating lots o' carbs that were just sitting in my belly all night. N had hurt himself on his second leg so we all, meaning everyone except for B, decided B would do his last run for him. She obliged because she's a rock star and a team player wrapped into one. Finally, my third leg #32 came around at 1pm the next day. I was functioning on fumes by this point and was so happy to get my run done, but my brain was almost completely asleep despite everything else feigning awake. My last leg was 6.7 miles (GPS said 7.1) with one 300 foot hill in the middle. Almost immediately after taking off I realized I had forgotten to put my bib on. Luckily, my van drove past and saw me flailing. They stopped and quickly got my bib and pins and I was good to go....until Mother Nature decided to rear her ugly head again. As I winded down the hill, I hopped in the thick brush to go potty. Hello, poison ivy! It was everywhere, but I had to go and fast so I said screw it. I popped out of the bushes and thankfully wasn't seen by the potty police. Apparently, I wasn't done because I made another stealth detour around Mile 6. When I finally made the transition to Dana, B looked at me laughing. "Why are there sticks in your hair?" she asked. Oh, yeah. That.<br />
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-80762456828260078092015-09-15T10:59:00.004-04:002015-09-15T13:28:09.323-04:00Inaugural Suffolk County Half Marathon ReviewSoon after I bagged the <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2015/09/hansons-weeks-13-and-14.html">Rockapulco Half Marathon</a> due to "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toilet">technical difficulties</a>", I started searching for another. I found the<a href="http://www.suffolkmarathon.com/"> Inaugural Suffolk County Half </a>online. It was close enough geographically, however maybe too close in time to <a href="http://www.stgeorgemarathon.com/">St. George</a>. I went on the Runner's World marathon message boards to get advice from the gurus. The experienced marathoners said, "Go for it!" So I went for it. Later, I had to clarify that I was following the<a href="http://www.hansons-running.com/training-plans/advanced-training-plan/"> Hanson's Method</a>, to which the gurus said, "Don't do it!" Uh oh. I decided I would use it as a long tempo run, unless I either felt like pushing it or slowing down.<br />
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Saturday was packet pickup. I took my time making my way out there. I checked the race site as my son and I moseyed into the car around 2:30ish pm. The expo closed at 3pm! And it was 45 minutes away! 3:00 - 2:30 = 30 minutes + 45 minutes = drive <i>fast</i>. We raced to St. Joseph's College in Patchogue and arrived at the expo at 3:09. Vendors were packing their cars and trucks. I asked if they were still handing out packets, and luckily they were. I took this as a good omen for the next day's race. The <a href="http://glirc.org/">Greater Long Island Running Club </a>(GLIRC), the race organizers, have always been runner friendly so I didn't expect to be sent away, anyway. I got my bib and noticed there must have been hundreds of others still in the boxes. I figured it was going to be a small race field.<br />
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That night I ate Southwestern salmon from Trader Joe's (<i>yum!</i>) and Japanese rice with soy sauce. I figured the rice would bind me up and not cause any bathroom emergencies mid-run. I went to bed relatively early (10:30am) and set my alarm for 5:30am. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly refreshed. Surprisingly because I hardly ever wake up feeling like that. I'm always the one hitting the snooze button while cursing the sun and whoever else invented morning. I put on bicycle shorts to prevent any chafing (which has been a common occurrence lately) and a bright orange singlet. I made sure to pop a couple of generic Imodiums and headed out the door. Once I got on the Southern State Parkway, I realized I had forgotten my earbuds. I had enough time to go back home and grab them, as long as I didn't get caught up in any traffic. Well, traffic caught up with me about a mile from the Heckscher State Park entrance. The cars were crawling while state troopers sped alongside in the emergency lanes. After seeing all the bibs that hadn't been picked up at the expo, I was shocked to see the volume of cars on the road. I thought for sure there was a major accident ahead. Thankfully, there was not. I was directed to park in Field #2, used the non-porta potty, and then jogged 3/10s of a mile to the starting line. <br />
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There were hundreds of people milling about as the official GLIRC emcee made the usual announcements in his usual friendly, upbeat manner. The half marathoners lined up on one side of the road, while the full marathoners were on the other. We listened to a beautiful rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, and then were off on time. The skies were clear and the temperature was in the 70s. I quickly felt the humidity, however. <br />
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The first couple of miles were in the park and along Sunrise Highway. We then went through some local neighborhoods where there was plenty of crowd support, to my surprise. I skipped the first couple of water stations, but hit almost every one afterwards because of the 83% humidity. At 83% a little rain shower would have been nice. <i>Hello!?</i> I was running between 8:00 minute miles, with a couple of 7:45s thrown in for variety. Around Mile 5 I saw a glorious misting tent which I ran through disappointingly, as it turned out to be more of a warm spitting tent. We ran through the Suffolk campus of my alma mater, <a href="http://www.stjohns.edu/">St. John's University</a>. I cheered the lead runner as he blew past us on the out and back. He looked very casual and nonchalant, as though he were "jogging" an easy 3. Before the turn around, a group of Dowling College students were high-5ing the runners reminding me of the Boston College kids on <a href="http://sheisoutrunning.blogspot.com/2014/04/boston-marathon-2014-review-part-2.html">Patriot's Day</a>. On the way back, I ran "with"a couple of women. I would pass one of them, then stop for water. They would then pass me, but not for long. I would get ahead again until the next water stop. The course led us through a botanical garden before getting back on Sunrise Highway for the home stretch into Heckscher Park. At this point, I passed the two ladies for the last time. They didn't pass me again.<br />
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I crossed the finish line at 1:47:03, 5 minutes slower than my PR, but decent for a tempo run. I grabbed two ice cold water bottles and ran back to the car. My socks were soaked. I did a few boring laps around the parking lot so I ended up with 16 miles to round out my last "long" run. I finished 4th out of 162 (top 2%) in my age group and 182nd out of 2033 (top 8%) overall. By the looks of most of the finishing times, it was a <i>slow</i> day. <br />
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<b>Sunday</b> (8/23/15) - Saturday night we came home from our road trip and Pete and I went straight to a party where I ate three crackers and drank three keg beers. A recipe for an all day headache on Sunday and a missed run with<a href="http://www.emergingrunner.com/"> ER</a> and <a href="http://www.thepetitepacer.com/">TPP</a></div>
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<b>Tuesday </b>(8/25/15) - 10.03 miles, 1:21:37, 8:08 pace - Last week was bad, but Tuesday I nailed my strength session at the gym so I started to feel optimistic again. I ran 3 miles total to and from the gym, plus 3 x 2 miles at 10 seconds below Half Marathon pace with 800m recovery in between. Bring it on! (<i>maybe I spoke too soon....see weekend</i>)</div>
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<b>Wednesday</b> (8/26/15) - 6.43 miles, 57:24, 8:56 pace - This is normally my day off, but I decided to do a short, easy run since I missed Sunday.</div>
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<b>Thursday</b> (8/27/15) - 8 miles, 1:13:12, 9:06 pace - This is normally a tempo run, but since I was signed up for a Half Marathon that Saturday, I ran an easy 8 instead. </div>
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<b>Saturday </b>(8/29/15) - 8.46 miles, 1:03:35, 7:31 pace - ...then came Saturday's <a href="http://www.active.com/rockaway-ny/running/races/the-end-of-summer-half-marathon-2015">Half Marathon</a> (<i>the Labor Day Half Marathon or End of Summer Half Marathon or Rockapoco Half Marathon...why settle on one name when you can have three?</i>). Saturday morning I arrived at the race with just enough time <i>(Thanks, but no thanks Google "Maps"</i>) to pick up my number and not enough time to go to the bathroom, which was a big no-no. The race was at the beach, 3 mind numbing loops on the boardwalk. I went out too fast, the first mile at 7:07, the second at 7:15. I should have been averaging 7:36 to hit my goal. At Mile 5 Nature called. And again around Mile 7. At that point, I decided to bag the rest of the race. I couldn't bear the thought of doing one more 5mile loop. I went home feeling crappy about myself, but decided to just chalk it up as a tempo. </div>
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<b>Sunday</b> (8/30/15) - 16 miles - Freighbor's family carbo loaded with us the night before. She and I decided to run the <a href="http://www.discoverlongisland.com/visitors/more-info.aspx?cli_number=5519">Massapequa Bike Trail </a>Sunday morning at 9:15. I was scheduled for 16, and she needed to run 17 (She's training for the<a href="http://www.marinemarathon.com/"> Marine Corps Marathon</a>). I debated whether or not I should be doing it the day after a tempo. I decided to go ahead because I couldn't afford to miss any more days, especially a long run. We were averaging 9:15s, but by 13 miles I was <em style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; position: static !important;">done.</em> It was already 87 degrees and Amazonian humidity. I told Freighbor to go ahead while I <a href="http://www.jeffgalloway.com/training/run-walk/">Galloway-ed</a> the last 3 miles. Needless to say, I felt pretty defeated after the last two runs. I questioned my sub-3:30 goal and even if a PR was realistic. </div>
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That night I found this article <a href="http://runneracademy.com/5-pre-marathon-mistakes-to-avoid/" style="color: #194e84; position: static !important; text-decoration: none;">http://runneracademy.com/5-pre...n-mistakes-to-avoid/</a> which helped my outlook. It basically says not to let a couple of shitty workouts ruin all the months of training I've put in. I also need to be more confident and less doubtful about my abilities. "I think I can..."</div>
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<b>Monday</b> (8/31/15) - 6.01 miles, 54:59, 9:09 pace</div>
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<b>Tuesday </b>(9/1/15) - 10 miles, 1;21:33, 8:09 pace - This was the first day of school for my three oldest. While making their sandwiches in the morning, I sliced my thumb open with a new Cutco knife (<i>Great knives, as evidenced by my deep, bloody wound</i>). I was able to get it glued back together before drop off, thanks to the amazing <a href="http://www.citymd.com/urgent-care-locations/long-island/rockville-centre">urgent care facility</a> in town. Despite the significant blood loss (<i>Slight exaggeration might be in play</i>), I ran to the gym where I did 2 x 3 miles, again 10 seconds below Half Marathon pace with one mile recovery in between.</div>
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<b>Thursday</b> (9/3/15) - 9.77 miles, 1:17:26, 7:55 pace - My last 9 mile tempo run!! Whoo hoo!! (<i>10 next week...wait, wha?!?</i>)</div>
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<b>Friday</b> (9/4/15) - 6.01 miles, 53:33, 8:54 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (9/5/15) - 9.78 miles, 1:25:42, 8:46 pace - I started my run from the <a href="http://www.williams.edu/">Williams College</a> soccer field in Williamstown, Massachusetts where Pete played in the alumni soccer game. The first five miles was a slow 300+ foot gain along Route 43 to the beginning of the <a href="http://wrlf.org/2015/03/27/the-hopper-trails/">Hopper Trail to Mount Greylock</a>. I turned around right where the paved road became dirt. I stopped at the super conveniently located porta potty (<i>Thank you, Potty gods!</i>) at Mile 6. The run back was mostly downhill and much quicker than it felt. I met the family at the field house where I was able to shower in the locker room. Afterwards, the school put on a nice barbecue where I had the most amazing vegetarian black bean burger in the world. <br />
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She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-40010290634317865862015-08-28T18:12:00.000-04:002015-08-28T18:12:05.592-04:00Pictures Finally!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-14760195475433271362015-08-27T20:42:00.000-04:002015-08-27T20:42:48.361-04:00She Is The Ubiquitous Runner <strong>Sunday </strong>(8/16/15)<strong> -</strong> 8.05 miles, 1:11:29, 8:53 pace<br />
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<strong>Monday</strong> (8/17/15)- 6.05 miles, 52:15, 8:38 pace<br />
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<strong>Tuesday</strong> (8/18/15)- 6 miles, 49:04, 8:11 pace. This was supposed to be 4x1.5 miles with 800m recovery. I didn't start until 5pm when it was 850 degrees and 1000% humidity. Because of the unfavorable conditions, I thought I would run at the gym where it turned out to be only 750 degrees and 900% humidity. Was the AC not working? Were they deliberately trying to boil everyone? Or just me. Whatever the case, I failed. My "warm" up was just 800m and I only completed 3x1.5 miles with the recoveries because it <em>sucked</em> and I<em> sucked</em> right there with it.<br />
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<strong>Wednesday</strong> (8/19/15)- Off<br />
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<strong>Thursday</strong> - (8/20/15)10 miles, 1:20:58, 8:06 pace. 9 mile tempo run with a 1 mile warm up. This was a cool run, literally. I ran along Niagara Lake above the Falls on the Canadian side. Beautiful! After my warm up, it started to downpour. I toughed it out, but after 6 miles (<em>and a couple of bathroom emergency stops...yeah, I know</em>) I decided to finish up at the hotel gym rather than risk drowning my iPhone. I actually enjoy running in the rain, especially in this heat.<br />
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<strong>Friday</strong> - (8/21/15) 5.98 miles, 58:22, 8:56 pace. Another gorgeous run, except this time along the river in Pittsburgh. My first time in the city. I ran a couple of blocks from the hotel and down a flight of stairs next to the 9th Street Bridge down to the Three Rivers Heritage Trail along the Allegheny River. I saw the PNC baseball park across the river where the kids watched the Pirates beat the Giants the night before. A couple of blocks west I saw the Steeler stadium. Growing up, my brother was (and still is) a <em>huge</em> Steelers fan so when I saw the stadium it was like seeing the Taj Mahal. I went around the Point State Park Fountain until the trail ended. I went up and over the Smithfield Street Bridge to the other side of the Monongahela River. There were a couple of restaurants and a soccer field where it looked like a game of college aged men were about to play a team of women. <em>That </em>would have been fun to watch. I turned around at three miles and headed back to the hotel. I loved touring this new city on foot and hope to return again soon.<br />
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<strong>Saturday</strong> - (8/22/15)10 miles, 1:24:41, 8:28 pace. Okay, this is my last scenic route for the week. Friday afternoon we left Pittsburgh for Chester Springs PA to visit our friend Leonard. Saturday morning I got out the door around 10am. I ran out 5 miles and back on a rural road lined with sprawling stone farmhouses and rolling hills. I saw and smelled a lot of cows and horses. I think I ran faster than I should have because the family was waiting for me to get on the road and head back home. At mile 7 when I peaked my last hill, I actually almost got sick on the side of the road. I think it was the cumulative elevation (total gain 768 feet which is a lot for this south shore LI runner), the heat, and probably running too fast. Even still, I enjoyed it. I love using my runs as a way to explore new places.<br />
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<strong>Total miles</strong> - 46.1, at least 4 miles shorter than what was scheduled.<br />
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Again, I'm unable to post my pictures. I will get them all on here once I solve my computer problem.<br />
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<strong>Monday</strong> - (8/10/15) 7.96 miles, 1:18:56, 9:55 pace - I did this run with <a href="http://petitepacer.com/">The Petite Pacer</a> (TPP) in her neighborhood. The course was scenic with steep hills along the water on the north shore of the island. TPP gave me some priceless tips on how to run downhill properly. Basically, instead of pumping my arms forward as I would running uphill, I pumped them behind me for downhill. It felt awkward at first, but it worked! I felt no quadriceps soreness in the following days. It's nice to run with an experienced physical therapist who also happens to be a fantastic friend.<br />
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<strong>Tuesday</strong> - (8/11/15) 10.18 miles, 1:23:59 8:15 pace - I ran 1.5 miles to and from the gym so in the end I was "surprised" to have run over 10 miles. That morning when I glanced at the Hanson schedule which called for 6x1mile/400 recovery, I had it in my head that I was only going to run around 7. I forgot about the warm up and cool down. My mile pace alternated between 7:19 and 7:24.<br />
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<strong>Thursday</strong> - (8/13/15) 9.01 miles, 1:11:23, 7:56 pace - My last 8 mile tempo run!!! Oh wait, it increases after this...<img alt="" class="noBorder" src="http://community.runnersworld.com/static/images/graemlins/icon_disappointed.gif" height="15" width="15" /> Here are my splits which are all over the place:<br />
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5.0 mi07:37 min/mi00:07:36<br />
6.0 mi07:52 min/mi00:07:51<br />
7.0 mi07:58 min/mi00:07:58<br />
8.0 mi07:56 min/mi00:07:54<br />
9.0 mi07:40 min/mi00:07:39<br />
9.0 mi10:04 min/mi00:00:07<br />
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<strong>Friday</strong> - 7.43 miles, 1:06:12, 8:55 pace - I did this at 5pm which was nice because I was able to catch some shady streets in the 84 degrees<br />
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<strong>Saturday</strong> - 16.56 miles, 2:34:24, 9:19 pace - Last Sunday KWL (aka, New and Improved ER) told us about "Summer Streets" in NYC where they close off about 7 miles of Park Avenue/4thAvenue/Lafayette from 7am-1pm from cars for three Saturdays in August. I couldn't wait to take advantage of this unique experience so I decided to switch my long run from Sunday to Saturday. I met KWL at his house in Queens and he drove us to the Queens side of the 59th Street Bridge where he parked his car. We ran across the bridge, feeling quite groovy (<em>See what I did?</em>), west to Park Avenue, up to 72nd, back down to the Brooklyn Bridge, back up to 72nd, east and south, and then over the Queensboro bridge again. We added in a couple of intervals when some of the lights that were open to traffic were changing to red. My Map My Run app was acting screwy so I ran by KWL's GPS. I ran the last couple of miles at a faster pace than the 9s we were averaging because KWL passed me on the bridge while I took a couple of pictures (<em>See Note below</em>). I tried to catch him, but couldn't until he stopped at the end of the bridge. However, my time was probably about 3 minutes faster than his GPS because I finished ahead of him at the end. It was such a fun experience to be running the city streets like that, especially since I've never run the NYC Marathon! It was also great hanging out with KWL again. Our paces are paces are right in line with each other.<br />
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<strong>Total</strong> - 61.1 (Yes, I like my .1s and .01s) - Highest weekly mileage ever for me!<br />
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<strong>Note</strong>: I have some fun pictures from this week that I'm having trouble uploading because my MacBook is broken and I'm using Pete's computer. I hope to upload them later, but I want to get this out since it's already past my self-imposed deadline.She Is Out Runninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06497517619863017396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515821469608970128.post-74348141892603784202015-08-10T16:20:00.001-04:002015-12-04T11:51:15.878-05:00Hanson Marathon Method, Week 10 - The Great Gatsby Run & Other Hijinks<b>Sunday </b>(8/2/15) - 15.24 miles, 2:15:03, 8:52 pace - Long run up on the north shore. I started at 12:30pm from my parent's house and ran up into Great Neck. One big hill, Grace Avenue, from East Shore Road. I made a right onto Middle Neck Road and headed into Kings Point, also known as The Gold Coast, where large mansions on the shore of Manhasset Bay are tucked in from the road. No other runners were out, they were replaced by teenagers cruising in luxury convertibles. They were nice enough not to run me over, and a couple even waved (<i>"Ah, look at the peasant who can't afford to ride in a car so she must run in this heat. Does anyone have a piece of bread to throw at her?"</i>). By the time I circled back to Northern Boulevard in Manhasset, I had already hit ten miles. I did the remaining five in the hills of South Strathmore.<br />
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<b>Monday (</b>8/3/15) - 6.33 miles, 57:47, 9:08 pace - Local loop. My quads were gloriously sore from the hills the previous day. Yes, I actually love hills and will seek them out when I can.<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b> (8/4/15) - 6.72 miles 55:09, 8:12 pace - Ran 1.5 miles to and fro the gym for my 3x1600m intervals alternating between a 7:19 & 7:24 pace.<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b> (8/5/15) - Off (<i>Thank God!</i>)<br />
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<b>Thursday </b>(8/6/15) - 9.01 miles, 1:10:29, 7:49 pace. The dreaded tempo run was successful, once again, despite two bathroom stops. Wednesday nights I always fret whether or not I'm going to be able to keep my pace the next day. After my warmup mile, I maintained an even faster pace than expected. Whoo hoo!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">DISTANCE PACE ELAPSED TIME</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">1.0 mi 08:39 min/mi 00:08:39</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">2.0 mi 07:51 min/mi 00:07:50</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">3.0 mi 07:38 min/mi 00:07:32</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">4.0 mi 07:44 min/mi 00:07:43</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">5.0 mi 07:30 min/mi 00:07:29</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">6.0 mi 07:24 min/mi 00:07:23</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">7.0 mi 08:01 min/mi 00:08:01</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">8.0 mi 07:55 min/mi 00:07:53</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">9.0 mi 07:37 min/mi 00:07:37</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">9.0 mi 08:06 min/mi 00:00:07</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Friday (</b>8/7/15) - 6.46 miles, 58:43, 9:05 pace</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><b>Saturday</b> (8/8/15) -10.22 miles, 1:32:58, 9:06 pace - I met <a href="http://www.emergingrunner.com/">the Emerging Runner </a>(ER), <a href="http://petitepacer.com/">The Petite Pacer</a> (TPP), and ER's buddy, KWL, at Belmont Lake State Park. We ran the <a href="http://www.dirtysockrun.com/">Dirty Sock 10k </a>course and added a few miles around the lake. TPP and I started out together, then KWL joined us, while ER did his own ER thing (<i>whatever that is...</i>). The path in the park is mostly packed dirt and gravel (<i>hence, the "dirty socks"</i>) which felt great on the bones, however it required more effort than pavement. It was nice to be in a new venue. Afterwards, we found a Starbucks and went about our traditional pow wow. KWL is an easy fit to our gang (<i>That's right! I'm in a gang. Of course, our gang more resembles </i>The Little Rascals<i> than the Bloods</i>).</span></span><br />
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<i>Our socks after running the Dirty Sock course.</i></div>
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<i>L to R: TPP, She Is "Fixing" ER's Hat, ER,</i></div>
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<i>the New & Improved ER</i></div>
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<b>Monday</b> (7/27/15) - 8.01 miles, 1:13:16, 9:09 pace<br />
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<i>This is what I almost look like after a sweaty run,</i></div>
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<b>Tuesday</b> (7/28/15) - 7.09 miles, 58:43, 8:17 pace - 6 x 800m intervals at 5-10k pace with 400m recovery. I did this workout at the gym because it was freaking hot and I didn't wake up early enough to get outside when it was cooler. Watching reruns until 1am is not conducive to marathon training. Damn you, Golden Girls! Just the mile and a half to and from the gym soaked me with sweat. I looked like I took a shower with my running clothes on.<br />
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<i>How can you pick a favorite</i></div>
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<b>Wednesday</b> (7/29/15) - Off - I thought about doing an easy run to make up for Sunday's missed workout. I couldn't decide how many miles would constitute an easy makeup run, so I stopped thinking about it.<br />
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<b>Thursday</b> (7/30/15 <i>Happy 9th birthday, Santos!!!</i>) - 9 miles, 1:11:56, 7:59 pace - 8 miles tempo run with a 1 mile warmup. First of three 8 mile tempo runs. Carbo loaded with giant buckets of popcorn and Milk Duds at the<i> Pixels</i> movie with a bunch of little kids. <br />
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<i>Lord Tyrion, I mean Peter Dinklage, I'll watch you</i></div>
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<b>Friday</b> (7/31/15) - 7.12 miles, 1:02:50, 8:49 pace<br />
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<b>Saturday</b> (8/1/15) - 8.05 miles, 1:10:46, 8:48 pace - Dropped the two little ones off at my mother's and ran through Manhasset. It was nice to get some hills in, finally. I prefer running up there, the streets are quieter, the homes are nicer, the sun is brighter, the grass is greener, and it's fun to literally run down "Memory Lane".<br />
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<i>The gazebo on Plandome Road.</i></div>
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