Looking Up.

Finally some good training and a decent race!!!

Training April 9th-April 22nd

4/9/17- Sunday long run.  16.5 miles, normal run with the last 3 hard, closed in 6:03.  Longest run in months, to finish off a 75 mile week, my highest week in a VERY long time.  I felt awesome and we got brunch after of course.

#bRUNchrunning #bRUNtribe 

4/12/17- Workout Wednesday!  Mike prescribed 12x400m with 200m recovery jog between 76-80.  I averaged somewhere between 77-78, boom!  

4/15/17- Saturday B.A.A. 5k-  okay so 5ks are NOT my speciality so I was a little in disbelief when Mike said I should be able to run close to 17:30, that's about my PR and I'm not in that kind of shape I thought!  My personal best on the course here was 17:45 a few years ago when I was having a stellar season, right before I ran 1:18 for a 3 minute half marathon PR.  I had my traditional pasta and shrimp dinner in Newton Friday night and stayed at the Park Plaza Hotel right next to the start.

Deciding on an outfit is hard with so many @skechersperformance options!

 I warmed up with Mollie and Lopez while Lopez's husband was our bag man.  Unlike the last time I ran this race, we couldn't just jump in our corral at the start like I thought.  We were directed to the other side of the park where we had to fight our way through thousands of people 10 minutes before the gun went off... stressful!!!!   My first mile was fast, but I felt relaxed and smooth- 5:31.  The second mile I lost Mollie during the "uphill" of the underpass.  We made the turn around, came back down the underpass and back up again.  Mile 2 was right before turning on Boylston.  It was so packed as we came back towards the park, I never saw the mile 3 sign.  We turned the corner and the finish line was already there.  I was slightly bummed because I had a lot left and should had known to kick earlier.  My final mile was 5:43, but the final .12 was sub 5 minute pace.  I ran 17:35, and felt good finishing, which I can't complain about.  We met up with Joe Benny for our cool-down, showered, got drinks and an amazing brunch!

Brunch with Lopez and Dave (Ame for it coaching), never a dull moment!!!  Thanks for picking Brownstone, so yummy!!!

4/18/17- Track Tuesday-   The workout- 10x800 at 5:50-55 pace with 200m recovery jog, followed by 10x200 at 3k-1 mile pace.  

Actual-10x800m with 200 recovery all between 2:47-2:49 (5:36-5:39) 200m were all sub 5 minute pace, except the first.  Warm up and cool-down--> 14 mile day!  That was a long one!

4/22/17- Saturday long run before jumping on a plane!  16 miles with some hard miles in there at 6:00 pace, mile 14- 5:58 before a 2 mile cool down!

In addition, I've added a more structured strength training program.  Doing it in my basement solo wasn't really cutting it, so twice a week I've been meeting up with some other runners at Powerhouse Athletics to do some fun, crazy strength stuff!  

This week I'll be in vacation in Arizona (Phoenix, Sedona and Tucson).  If you have any suggestions where I should run, hit me up! 

Happy Running! 😎

Life in a nutshell.

It's been a long time since I've updated my blog.  And there's good reason for that.  My running has sucked.  My grandmother who I lived with all my life passed, work has been crazy and I'm just trying to make it from one place to the next without being too late in life.  I told them to stop during my massage last week because I was late for a work dinner, then quickly changed into 1 of 3 outfits I brought to my appointment and did my makeup while driving (unsafe, I know).

Last November, I completely changed my training to try something different.  I started doing less mileage, higher intensity and more workouts.  I thought I would be in great shape for the Houston half in January... then on Wednesday before the race I got a call at work.  My grandmother had a heart attack.  She was stable but not looking great.  I got out of work late and rushed to the hospital.  As soon as I got there, my grandmother perked up.  She had been out of it all day, but I got to see her up and alert.  We knew that night wasn't certain.  I arrived at the hospital the next morning to wait for the doctors as I'm the medical one of the family and need to be present for these things.

This was the first day of running I missed in months...

My grandmother hadn't  eaten and was refusing to until AFTER the doctors got there because "the last thing I want to do is eat, get sick and be unable to talk to them."  Sure enough rounds took forever and I was able to get nan to eat some toast.  The doctor walked in, and as she called it, she puked.  We went outside to talk where we ultimately made the decision of hospice, we were going to withdraw the drip she was currently on, along with other medications.  Nan was upset.  "I don't want hospice, those people take care of you, just let me go home by myself."  As crystal clear as she was, she didn't get it.  No one said anything, so I had to tell her, you aren't going home, this hospice is here in the hospital...

The look on her face as I told her I will never forget.  To know your body has totally failed you, despite being healthy-- riding her bike, doing her abs everyday still and lifting her soup cans as weights, and that this was it.  I told her we weren't going to be sad and instead do something fun.  I went and got nail polish to paint her nails, and we reminisced and I laid in bed with her.

I left to go take care of myself, I still had a flight to Houston the next day.   I came back that night and everything changed.  Nan was no longer coherent.  We played Frank  Sinatra for hours, then I finally left, knowing this would be the final goodbye.

The next morning on my way to the airport my grandmother shockingly called me.  I couldn't believe it.  She called my brother in Arizona as well who was desperately trying to get on a flight.  Mentally she was hanging on to say goodbyes.  Saturday morning I walked into the expo to pick up my bib and got the phone call, she had passed.

You may wonder why I still went to Houston knowing what was going to happen.  I had the best last memories with her and wanted those to be it.  She got bad.  I know what happens. I see people die in the hospital a lot.  I wanted me painting her nails, laying in bed, talking about the old days with her to be my last memories.

The next week was hard.  I  read her eulogy at the funeral.  I heard from friends I was shocked to hear from and didn't from others I would have thought I would have.  I learned a lot about family and true friendships during this period.

So anyway, this is about running, right?

My running still hasn't been great... in March I went to Gate River.   I ran the worst race of my life.  I did all the work (the abs, but not soup cans), yet my body failed me.  My plane had an emergency landing on the way in, delayed my arrival into JAX and altered my ride picking me up from the airport.  Thankfully for this disaster, I was able to stay an extra night and partake in the after parties.  So I still had a good time and met new people, one of who suggested to get my cortisol tested.  Several days later I did and it was through the roof.  Who knows if that was it or mentally I just wasn't there (racing is 90% mental), but I  recently decided to go back to what worked.

Anytime I meet a non-runner and tell them how much I run, they always say "wow, you must really love running".   Well this is first time I'm admitting this out loud....  No.  I feel like I am missing out on parts of life because I have a long run the next day or I am tired from running 75 miles that week, but I am stubborn and I have a plan.  I always have a plan, I am a planner.  And that plan is Berlin.

The Back Story

Running came into my life at a very important time.  Sure, I ran through HS and college and was decent, I was a soccer player, but the competitive aspect kind of saved me.  After undergrad, I did a masters program at BU medical, which essentially was first year medical school.  I hated it and was beyond stressed and depressed about what I was going to do with my life.  As I had in the past, I used food (rather the lack of) to have control.  Unfortunately this led to rock bottom where I collapsed on the green line in Boston.  The paramedics came down to the lowest level of the train station and took me out on a stretcher to the hospital.  The facility where I had been receiving outpatient treatment was contacted.  The next day I was admitted.

After several weeks, I signed out AMA (against medical advice) and moved home.  I then ran my first marathon the next month (without medical permission or knowledge of course).  I lived, in more way than just not having a heart attack.  I joined a running group and started to see real runners normalizing running and food.  Fast forward 4-5 years and I was now 100% normal in regards to food.  Some people say you can't be cured of an eating disorder, but screw that.   I'm living proof.  Zero negative thoughts enter my mind when I eat chocolate cake.

So I got healthy because I loved running and wanted to run fast.  And guess what, I ran so much faster!!!!   My marathons went from 3:57, 3:27, 3:19, 3:13, 3:12, 3:08, 3:07, 2:59, 2:50, 2:45.

I love competing and I love winning.  But at the end of the day, there is so much more to life than just running.  Sure, I have my best friends I get to run with and travel to races with, but it's nearly impossible to date outside of this world.  No normal person will understand that I NEED to get up early to run, and yes, then run again after work because I'm too stubborn to give up when there are 45 seconds between me and making the OTQ.  That taste in my mouth after missing the trials, of failing. After all that's happened I will be there in 2020.

So full circle here.  My plan is to make the OTQ this September in Berlin.  Then I'm done for a bit.  Life is too short to not live it to the fullest in all aspects of life.  I haven't had a period in 5, maybe 6 years?  To get my body rested and recovered and live a life that more normal people my age are doing!

I'm pretty excited!

November Training

Well, the year had been rather disappointing and instead of doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results (insanity) I decided I needed a change.  It was an extremely tough decision, but I decided to change up my training with a new coach as of November 1st.  I LOVED my last coach, I had been with him for almost 4 years and I have all the confidence in the world in him.  However, I felt like I needed to try to impress someone new.  Mike was great and always found the silver lining, however I somehow knew if it didn't go well he'd make it okay, which is great and he did.  But it was almost like I lost that drive to try to impress him (or my team for that matter) because I was old news or they/he wouldn't think of me any less.  Twisted I know, but I needed a change that was going to light a fire underneath my butt again.

So November 1st, I started a new, intense, training program.  The biggest difference was the emphasis on my recovery days.... run SLOW.  I'm not talking crazy slow, but 8 minute pace.  Yes, this was very hard at first.  The day after a race or workout it wasn't abnormal for Emily and me to push the pace, running some sub 7 minute miles, totally unnecessary.  In addition, we've added a lot of strength routines (ugg these are so time consuming!), and hard efforts for all my long runs on top of 2 workouts plus a turnover workout.  So really, those 8 minute recovery days are so needed as they only occur 3 days a week!

Despite all the workouts I wanted to keep my promise to my team that I would run both Stockade-athon and Troy Turkey Trot.  Stockade-athon didn't go so well, however I do believe a lot of it was mental.  For some reason I told Mollie to go and take off just after mile 4 when another female came up on us.  I should have went.  This was technically an easier mile on the course and I let them go.  At this point in the race I was thinking I should just shut it down and finish as a workout, damn it I have to finish because we only had 3 people on our A team to score, me being the third.  Surprisingly (or not so much) this was my slowest mile of the race.  Given the course, this should not have been the case!!!

2 days later I had a workout.   I got stuck operating late at work for almost 12 hours.  When I got home it was dark, cold and raining--so miserable.  But I had to do the work.  I headed to SUNY for a 3 mile warm up, then got on the track.  Hit the workout (okay the first rep was a little slow, but its so hard to judge your pace in the dark, you always think you're running faster!), got home had a protein shake before passing out.  I continued the week with a good 10k tempo at a small race in Hudson Falls on my way up to Lake George for my cousin's bachelorette party.  After a fun afternoon/evening with the ladies I passed out in my bed at the house they rented to catch some sleep before a hard long run the next morning.  I woke up to nasty freezing rain/sleet/snow the next morning, I was about to throw the hard long run out the door.  Thankfully, some of the Willow Street gang agreed to meet me at Zim Smith and Brittany was still up for doing the workout. 14 miles total, with the first 2 being an easy warm-up.  We averaged 6:26 for the next 12 miles, making it a good day.

60 degrees one day, then snow the next!  Glad I
got to wear my new Skechers crop top before bra season is over!

Then came Thanksgiving, the Troy Turkey Trot.  I didn't have much confidence going into the race and already told everyone that asked if I was going to win again this year "No".  I said my teammate had been running great and I wasn't so I was hoping for second place.  I had a race strategy going into the race in attempt to get me just under 37 minutes.  The first mile was a little slick!  We go over a bridge that we then make a 180 degree turn around a cone to come back on.  A guy in front of me fell.  I literally stopped dead in my tracks to make that turn.  Brittany was ahead of me, but I kept telling myself not to get too far back, stay within distance.  By mile 1 I pulled up along the side of her and continued to go.  I was pleasantly surprised when I came through mile 3 pretty much right where I wanted to be.  Then came mile 4--wow I didn't die, then 5--really?!, mile 6 and the finish.  I ran 36:26, 8 seconds slower than my PR for the distance a year ago.  I was excited.  I didn't think I was in shape for that, or my legs would respond after the heavy past week and a half of training...wait that means I am in shape?!  It's amazing how running can be so mental....

Willow Street took the 1-2-3 sweep and clearly won the team division.  A great day for running and to eat lots of food after!

I don't like 2016.

So where to begin?

This has been the worst running year for quite some time... Assuming I don't have some massive improvement in the next couple months this will be the first time in 8 years I didn't run a PR.  And it's not that I'm not only not running a PR but I'm getting slower and slower (cry).

The year started with a training run 2 weeks before Houston (1:22:30 half, perfect pacing), followed by a 2:46 at Houston, followed by a 1:22:06 the following weekend.  Time for a break.  However I never came back with speed.  I ran a 1:21:00 half in May, a couple decent 5ks (17:31 and 17:43) a 23:20 on a hot 4th of July 4 miler, but that was it.  I don't know what happened.  I was running 78 and 77 half marathons, 36 minute 10ks on the verge of going sub 36, low 29 and sub 29 5 milers... what happened?

In August I got periostitis of my second metatarsal which halted my training as soon as I was finally ramping up.  I went from finally getting to 2-70 mile weeks to 16..30...40 miles/week until I could finally get back into the 50's.. still no workouts to ensure it healed.  And then it did when I finally hit a 72 mile week.  Then the following week as I continued to increased my mileage, boom.. runner's knee... down to 30 miles the next 2 weeks (including this week).  I decided to still run the local half marathon today... 1:23:23.  Are you kidding me?  I haven't ran a half that slow in years.. my marathon half split is faster than that!  That being said, I guess you can subtract 30-45 seconds for the extra distance we ran in the first mile... a group of us went the wrong way, got yelled to come back and had to turn around.  So not fun.... BUT STILL??!?!  Partially I was being smart with my knee, I didn't know what would happen and it had been 2 weeks since I could run over 7 miles without pain and having to stop, so yes, I was not mentally or physically prepared to really attack and race.  However, I thought I should be able to run a tad bit faster without "attacking a race" and just being comfortable.

It's hard for me to decide what to do next.  Was part of it the sudden drop in mileage the last 2 weeks?   All the glute, quad and hamstring exercises I compulsively did multiple times a day the past 2 weeks? The back to back injuries that mentally made me scared to race?  Or have I adapted to a training program that needs some drastic change, or do I just need a long break and start from scratch?  I really wanted to wait until mid-January to take a break, but we will see.

I CANNOT wait until 2017....

All About that Base.

July 10th, 2016

Well after a few days off and a month of casual running I am feeling pretty good.  Aside from 2 races I jumped into because I was already committed, I haven't done a workout in over a month.  I ran the Adirondack 10 miler at the end of June and surprisingly ran pretty even splits despite my lack of distance/long run strength recently.  It was warm per usual and I was still able to run 30 seconds faster than last year.  On the 4th of July I ran the Firecracker 4 miler--I knew I should be faster than last year, but the conditions were nothing like 2015.  Last year was overcast and cool for July 4th, whereas this year was sunny and 70 at the start.  I managed to run 9 seconds faster this year which I am sure could have been more had it been cooler.  The other positives from this year was I was able to out kick the girl in front of me for 2nd place overall and I went through the 5k in 17:51, right where I was at OK5k almost a month earlier on what was a flat course on a perfect overcast day unlike FC4.  I finished in 23:20, definitely slowing uphill around the 3.25-5 mark, but not terrible overall.  Our open team and 50+ team won our categories and took home some cash for that as well.

Beginning of the ADK 10 miler

2nd Overall Female @ FC4

The other good thing that has happened during this rebuilding period is I signed on with Skechers!  I'm super excited and pumped to be part of a community that is supportive, understanding and overall has some awesome people.  I started wearing the Go Run Ride 5, which I really like.  Dave (our local rep) sent me the go meb speed for FC4 which were great.  I must say this is the first time my bunion hasn't bothered me in YEARS!

My sweet Skechers' race kit!

What's next?!
So another 2 weeks or so of base training, then we will start to work in the workouts.  I have decided to run a 10k in less than 2 weeks with some of the Skechers women, but I'm not expecting anything spectacular.  If anything, it will be a chance to meet some new people and get in a workout.  I bumped my mileage up from 55 the last 2 weeks (last week was impossible to hit 60 with work) to 64 this week.  Likely 70 next week and 75 the following before really adding long aerobic workouts.

I have some big goals for this fall and am trying to remember to be patient.

"Patience is key to success. Good things come to those who wait. Success doesn't come overnight for most people. It requires a lot of learning, hard work and experience to reach a certain life goal."

1...2...3 Strikes & OUT!

Well let me recap on my worst training cycle in years.  It started in February.  I was dumb.  I finished Houston on January 17th, my second marathon in 6 weeks, both of which were a 2:46.  I took 4 days off and wanted to see how my legs felt for an easy 4 mile shakeout later that week.  They felt fine.  This was enough for me to stay in the elite field for the Miami Half Marathon a week after Houston before getting on my cruise ship for vacation.  Initially I thought it would be a good tune-up for the trials in LA had I qualified at CIM in December.  However I didn't and then ran Houston.  There was no reason to run Miami, but I did with the thought one good run before indulging all week in food and booze on a cruise ship would somehow justify my laziness.  I ran 1:22, which was pretty good a week post marathon, but I'm sure my muscles weren't recovered and I did more damage.  I was lazy on the cruise, but then upon my return wanted to start running again.

I started February 1st and ran every day through June 12th.  Normally when we start a cycle we start with a base phase.  Build up my mileage with no workouts over ~4-6 weeks.  Being eager and had gotten into the elite field of the USATF Half National Championship I definitely skipped the majority of this base phase and rushed into faster paced workouts, building up lactic acid.  The first sign should have been at the Shamrock Shuffle 5 miler in March.  My legs felt like crap essentially the whole race.  I chalked it up to the weather, it was cold and I had just starting with high mileage and workouts so I figured my legs weren't fresh.  Next race, Delmar Dash 5 miler.  Same thing, it was cold!  After a mile my legs just didn't want to go, maybe it was still the weather and wearing shorts in cold weather....  The half marathon did not go well.  My workouts had been decent, however they were rather short.  Mile repeats, 800 repeats, etc.  My problem when racing seemed to occur right after the mile mark.  Something was going on where my legs didn't want to continue past that point.  The first 2 miles of the half went really well and I thought I felt great, it could be a good day!  However, then they went dead again and didn't want to move.  Okay, something is up.  I got my labs checked, my H&H had dropped as did my iron.  I added liquid iron to my normal tablet supplements and hoped for the best.

Our team at Freihofer's, my teammates both running well!

After the half we really did short, quick, track work hoping it would result in a fast 5k.  I backed off the distance and mileage and continued training.  I ran a decent 5k towards the end of May, 17:31 on a fast course.  I had hoped this would convert to an 18-flat at Freihofer's (which it should have), but it didn't.  I ran slower.  The next weekend was one last chance to redeem myself, I should be able to pop out a 17:40 at the OK 5k, but I didn't, I ran 17:50.  Each week I was racing seemed to get worse.  I tried to run the day after these 2 5ks to find my legs hurting so bad that I walked both runs.  I knew something was really wrong.  I got all my labs checked again, I was sleeping 9-10 hours a night now something had to be wrong, but this time everything was perfect.  WHAT????!!  I really did overtrain for the first time, I couldn't believe it.  I went back through my running log to learn I hadn't had a day off since January.  I then took 3 days off.

 

1st day off from running in 19 weeks, walk with Mia

I ran an easy 8 yesterday in Amsterdam from Karen's Produce on the hard pack dirt bike path.  I used my new watch that I got last week to monitor my heart rate and the aerobic/anaerobic level I was at.  I stayed in the aerobic zone, which I will have to do for the next 4-6 weeks.  I started to read up on this whole overtraining syndrome everyone was suggesting months ago that I didn't want to believe.  It really made sense, the absence of a base phase and the difficulty racing after mile 1 were clear indicators.

Another key sign I missed was the lack of competitiveness I had.  I always have been competitive, but kind of didn't care for the first time.  My mom told me after Freihofer's an observation she made.  "Karen, I may not know anything about running and maybe I am wrong, but when I watched you, you were just like ahh whatever, I am just here and don't really care.  I see other people on that start line pumped up, ready to go and then when they finish they are killing themselves and really want it.  You looked like you didn't care when you finish, you just ran in like you were doing any old run."  This was true.  I lacked that desire and fire.  Maybe you could say I was a little depressed with running.

Other factors:  Aside from the lack of aerobic base phase and the abundance of anaerobic track work, I didn't treat my running the same as I did in the past.  Normally when marathon training my workouts were long and I run 80-90+ miles a week.  When doing this, I know how important recovery is and I am 100% committed.  After a long run or long workout during marathon training I immediately make a protein recovery drink, foam roll, epsom bath and/or use my elevated recovery legs.  However, this cycle since the workouts were only 3-5 miles on the track total and I was maxing out my weeks around 65-70 miles, I didn't think all this was important, so I skipped all of these things.  Probably not the best idea...

So now what?

Like I said I took a few days off, and I will continue to add in rest days over the next 6 weeks.  As for running this will be strictly aerobic working on the base phase.  I have several massages scheduled and will start adding in the proper recovery tools I would normally use when marathon training.  I think we learned I am more of a strength runner (higher mileage, less anaerobic track stuff) and thankfully I made it through this without any injuries.

Hopefully things will start looking up.

The not so exciting spring, rant, and half marathon championship.

Willow Street @ Shamrock Shuffle in Glens Falls

So I had this idea, this idea that I would take a few weeks off/do minimal running, then be ready to start training and come back ready.  This was clearly not what happened.

First mistake (yes, I will admit that this was a big mistake), I ran a half the week after my marathon.  Sure, I thought I felt okay after running a second 2:46 marathon within 6 weeks and thought since I was really taking a break I would be okay to run 1 race before getting on the cruise ship, it was dumb.  I ran fine for a week post marathon- 1:22 and felt okay.  But in reality, I am certain this screwed up my recovery.  Followed by a week of drinking, this was not ideal for recovery regardless if I was running or not.  I should have skipped the race and not subjected my muscles to further damage regardless if I wasn't sore.  Lesson learned.

During my marathon cycles I went gluten free, initially to reduce any inflammation when my knee injury crept up, but secondly to hopefully cure my iron deficiency even though my biopsy and blood work was negative for celiac's.  After vacation, I got my labs checked (a routine procedure) my iron level and H&H remained the same over an 8 week period for the first time ever in my life, I was stoked, gluten free it is!  Then I started to train again excited I would finally be healthy.  I continued to take my iron supplements every night and jumped back into training.  The first few workouts went well, and I thought I was going to have a great spring.  Then I had a little setback.  I went to Colorado and the altitude really bothered me more than normal.  I thought maybe it was because I hadn't been there in awhile, but then when I came home I was still having trouble.  My legs burned and felt terrible first race back.  I chalked it up to starting to train again and racing through training.  I remained gluten free because in my mind this was the answer.  I then continued to run with Emily during the week, but noticed she was killing me!  She is quite the pusher during runs without realizing it to begin with, but I was literally sucking wind and could barely talk.  Okay, I told her I need my labs drawn again.  My hematologist and me thought since the last draw was great and the diet fixed the forever problem I wouldn't need labs again for 3 months this time, but I went 8 weeks later.  Only this time to find out my hematocrit dropped 3.5 percentages, along with my hemoglobin, and my ferritin stores although still within normal limits, dropped 50%.  This was depressing news.  To feel better, I ate a ton of gluten since that clearly wasn't my easy fix answer anymore.

I knew I was at a huge disadvantage, but there was nothing I could do right now.  It all made sense, my workouts that were shorter on the track were fine, I was still hitting my times because I was taking breaks after each repeat, allowing the muscles and lungs to get their oxygen back.  However, longer repeats I started to hurt really bad right before the mile mark.  I was hoping my body would start to acclimate to the new levels.  It had in the past, heck I had been running and living my entire life with ferritin levels between 4-11 going back to when I was 16 years old and H&H levels from 10&31.  This is NOT okay for those that don't know!  What is funny is a couple girls (I can't even call the women even though they are married with children), tried to tell the entire running community that I was cheating for correcting my critical levels, my ferritin hit 4 when my primary told me I needed to go to the hematologist who loaded me with iron immediately (and iron is 100% legal idiots).  Anyway, these girls are clueless about this stuff and one of them years ago gave me her labs to look at, her H&H was 42&14 or something like that!  My god, she essentially had 3-4 more pints of blood in her body than me and she decided to go around and say I was cheating because I got a critical ferritin level of 4 corrected!

ANYWAY, I continued to take my iron supplements as normal this month, although I doubt they're doing anything (why, we still need to find out) and train.  I think my body has started to adjust to the new lower levels a bit as I can sustain a little more before feeling the lack of oxygen through my legs, but it hurts.  I have been sleeping a ton, I'm talking 10 hours a night.  Therefore, all my strength training has gone out the window as I haven't had time to work, run, strength train and sleep.  I've been working a decent amount and it hasn't really worked well with training.  For example, I squeezed in my track workout after work one day before I had to take call that evening.  I was on my cool down when I got a call from the ER that I had to go in for a fracture.  Normally after a workout I'd get in some protein for recovery within the first 30 minutes followed by foam rolling.  This clearly didn't happen. I went straight to the ER to handle a fracture in my running clothes and all.  I got home an hour and a half later and started to make dinner.

Fast forward to this weekend:

National Half Marathon Championship- Columbus, Ohio
I had no idea what I would be in shape to run.  My workouts have been fine, my 2 attempted race efforts were terrible, I was starting to adjust and feel a little better, maybe I would surprise myself and run well?  NO.

Thursday, April 28th- I took a half day, ran a bunch of errands and got in a shakeout run before hitting the road.  I drove 4 hours to the other side of Buffalo, where I spent the night at an AirBnB.  Friday morning I got back on he road at 7:20, stopped once for gas and breakfast and got to Columbus around noon.  I checked into my hotel, went for a shakeout run and signed in for the race.  I went back to my room and hung out for a few hours before heading to the elite meeting.  I sat down in a room by myself and then realized Desi had just sat down behind me!  I had to refrain myself from grabbing my cell phone to take a picture :)   The race director, elite coordinator and all the volunteers were amazing.  They really went out of their way to make sure we were taken care of and the event went smoothly.  After the meeting I saw Hannah and Lou, familiar faces I was glad to see.  We had a pasta dinner which they provided for us and met a couple guys from Colorado.  I went back to my room, got some things ready for the morning and was in bed by 9:15.  I slept well, woke up and did my normal routine before heading over to the elite room where they escorted us to the start.  I switched from my singlet to sports bra right before the start and went over to the line.  Weather was perfect.

The Race:

The damn blood blister

It's was a small field, only 26 women finished, not sure how many started, but I think there were a few more.  My goal was not to get last.  We started 5 minutes ahead of the masses so this was really a possibility.  I went out at what felt comfortable, but knowing I needed to let the majority of the field go out ahead of me.  First mile was 5:42, quick, but not suicidal.  The second mile 5:43, okay, this is good, I feel good, this could go well!  Shit, mile 3, 6:04.  mile 4 back under 6:00, okay good.  I knew 5 was going to be slow because there was an uphill, which it was 6:18.  Okay, come back from this.  Mile 6- 6:06.. uggg I wanted to be back under 6's for miles 6 & 7 since there was a slight downhill.  I was running alone at this point, which normally doesn't bother me, but the blood blister that formed around mile 4 made it really tough to push.  Every step I could feel it.  Mile 8 had an uphill, ugg, 6:22, that's bad.  Same for mile 9, god damn it, what is wrong with me, I can run this pace at mile 21 of a marathon.  Mile 10- 6:15, finally, get it back down, I can still run 1:20, maybe even under if I push the next 3 miles… nope, not enough.  6:08, back up to 6:20, crap the blister just popped and there is a gush of blood in my shoe.  Last mile 6:14 followed by the most miserable .1 ever.  1:20:58, but given there is no net time it was 1:21:00.  From 12.6-13 was an uphill I think I was cursing during.  What a terrible race I just ran.  By some miracle I finished 19th in the prize money, but I really didn't care.   I would have been happier running 1:19 and finishing 21st.  I should have started slower, I should have been more prepared, who knows, should have could have would have…


And now the post race.

Sorry if this is TMI:
The toilet bowl full of bloody urine.  Yes.  I love when this happens.  Oh wait it doesn't?  Because it does to me.  It was a lot this time, and I promise you I was properly hydrated.  I saw my primary last summer about this who thought because I don't have a lot of fat the movement with running is causing my bladder to slam back and forth, so I just needed to leave my bladder full when I run.  Yeah, I am calling bullshit on this.  I look around the field at these races and there are plenty of smaller runners with less body fat than me, emptying their bladders before getting on the line and not peeing blood after.

Rant over.

So now what.
Well I think I should try to get a little healthier even though I am not injured.  I don't know, stop peeing blood, is this why I am anemic?  I doubt it, it only happens now and then, but has been going on for 2 years.  Figure out why I am loosing iron/not absorbing supplements, this is another question that's been pondered for years.  Strength train.  I need it, my core isn't the greatest right now and I am honestly lucky I've been able to put in the mileage without injury.  Figure out this damn blood blister.  It happens almost every race, same place, under my bunion.  It's been getting worse though I think… ]

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