tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24976809454735493752024-03-13T08:30:37.056-07:00Shiny Hair, Pretty Eyes: Story of a Fat Girlwachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-70163936313055492672010-02-01T22:17:00.000-08:002010-02-01T22:30:10.761-08:00Back in the game!Wow! I can't believe it's been so long since I've written! And so many wonderful things have happened :)<br /><br />In chronological order, I got my half marathon, 5k and full marathon PRs. I knocked 40 minutes off my last year's marathon time! It was unreal! :)<br /><br />I can't really believe it's time to start thinking about plans for the year again. This year will be a biggie. I have 2 full marathons on the list. I applied for the NYC marathon and am presently waiting to hear if I've made it past the lottery stage.<br /><br />I also had a great idea for a new running group. I need to take a break from work so I can focus on it! But, I've made some great new friends at work, most of which run! :)<br /><br />I'm also taking my first stab at a full marathon training schedule. One that I would actually follow. It has less running days than most schedules, but I truly think that's how you make it to the starting line fresh and ready to run your best!<br /><br />For Christmas, Matt wanted us to run another half marathon together. We've set our sights on the Disneyland Half Marathon in September.<br /><br />My sister ran her first 5k this month and I couldn't be more proud! The whole thing made me totally emotional, she was such a rock star for her first race! She didn't even look tired! I'm keeping my eyes peeled for a race we can do together... maybe another 5k, or a 10k :)<br /><br />When I was in California for her race I went for a nice long run with a friend from high school. I was sooooo grateful to her for showing me a trail I can get some real miles out of. She is also mid-training for a marathon this year. It was great to spend the time catching up and talking about life.<br /><br />Kelly, Leanne and I ran the Nookumchamps half marathon a couple weeks ago. I didn't really train, which I'm embarrassed to say. I'm trying not to be so reckless with my body, but it was a pleasant long run that earned me another medal :)<br /><br />I'm on Week 2 of my new training schedule. I'll be running 12 miles at the end of the week. I'm planning to really incorporate a lot of hills so I can be ready for the Mercer Island Half Marathon. I had a great time running with my friends. It wasn't terribly hilly last year, but I could have been in better shape. I'll be ready this time!<br /><br />Anyway, more as it develops!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-72429685672161917032009-06-19T14:54:00.001-07:002009-06-19T14:56:20.953-07:00it's official...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZBZLXYqF004sVlf_lN_aDW6ob176rTAbpwq7ktcbtijpBXNpTyAac0UXRDeU2OGpr9dgR6FMvs9xYJ7BhWJrg4SD9RdML4Jt1UJVcXR8r8KzpKlQhEzhxowCv_RVQHI780wGH9TdzwtN/s1600-h/reg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZBZLXYqF004sVlf_lN_aDW6ob176rTAbpwq7ktcbtijpBXNpTyAac0UXRDeU2OGpr9dgR6FMvs9xYJ7BhWJrg4SD9RdML4Jt1UJVcXR8r8KzpKlQhEzhxowCv_RVQHI780wGH9TdzwtN/s400/reg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349160899949048242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwMR65Syrw0Aio1-54qqRH6PU_95lRwlpWFgC3S6LZ2KrOUVAd-KYx5hG8skoSWht7xY1ZX3d5VD0VKY8fmx9KJEKOgzw-Wix6qHBUB7jMSXs0PjqKwTEH7pC9PzuRAo4Ov6YIEP2eXyWL/s1600-h/reg.jpg"><br /></a>wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-15507240716814909002009-04-12T18:20:00.000-07:002009-04-12T19:08:37.024-07:00Full CircleThis week our lesson for Girls on the Run was about being grateful and taking time to reflect on all the things we are thankful for.<br /><br />And the girls had to run their laps... without partners... in silence...<br /><br />One of the most rewarding parts of coaching is all the perspective it brings. I had a lousy day at work that day, left the office crying on the phone to one of my co-workers, then came to our running group where I was greeted by an excited group of girls ready to run! :)<br /><br />I watched them write down things they were thankful for and it was a reminder of simpler times. A time where you were grateful for "puppys" and "elefans" and when the WORST thing to happen to you <span style="font-style: italic;">all week</span> was being forced to run in silence for 20 minutes...<br /><br />Makes all that client stuff seems silly sometimes :)<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Literally minutes after Chris and I started our long run this weekend she hit an uneven part of the pavement and was launched a few feet in the air and landed right on her elbow!<br /><br />It was so scary! We were, of course, out in the dark at 5:50 in the morning, and lucky enough to be near a starbucks that had just opened. We grabbed her some coffee, then she headed back home and to the emergency room.<br /><br />I was in starbucks at 6 am, and didn't have anywhere to be for two hours so I finally started reading "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Four-Months-Four-hour-Marathon-Kuehls/dp/0399524150">4 Months to a 4 Hour Marathon</a>," and then took off for a quick 6-miler... alone.<br /><br />With no running partner, I was forced to run in silence.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />It had been a while since I had run alone. And I did spend the time reflecting on things I'm grateful for... especially all the wonderful people I've been running with :)<br /><br />Then I thought about how Bridget and I started running Queen Anne Hill. Something I never thought was possible before. And how overwhelmed I feel at work sometimes and the only way to get through it is to buckle down and take care of one thing at a time.<br /><br />That's the way all things are possible, from running marathons, to losing 100 pounds. Anything is possible one small change at a time.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I also got to thinking, this "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Four-Months-Four-hour-Marathon-Kuehls/dp/0399524150">4 Months to a 4 Hour Marathon</a>" is totally possible... I WILL pick a race this week. :) And I'm really excited!<br /><br />Stay tuned!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-47764645449873412382009-04-11T15:14:00.000-07:002009-04-12T18:20:32.141-07:00St. Patty's Day Dash PhotosBrie and I braved the snow and rain and ran the St. Patty's Day Dash. Usually I'm available for any race that ends in a beer garden... but we finished around 9:30 :)<br /><br />It was great! It felt like a nice jog up Aurora Bridge :)<br /><br />Here are a couple photos Brie took :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ctbQ8zbpqCRjPyMXn70vnfWrWxqvFjX0aeZgYE0tw7BkdanYftd81RlGkRCTd3p8rNFM-30doZhV_IVHQ1gUV95MC2ya4fHmo73RidTvzbF6R9pYTlrFPYpVraMrVz6SARsl0PUFyDoL/s1600-h/Brie_Wac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ctbQ8zbpqCRjPyMXn70vnfWrWxqvFjX0aeZgYE0tw7BkdanYftd81RlGkRCTd3p8rNFM-30doZhV_IVHQ1gUV95MC2ya4fHmo73RidTvzbF6R9pYTlrFPYpVraMrVz6SARsl0PUFyDoL/s200/Brie_Wac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323978883480270162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TL5gM7MhhkxJBw6RdHaoz8rIyEVZmhI1dmxU2hc1k_3WR1CSVu9xXPUdLRQC2NJ4zNBBxXPgibQEetEYpGQp-kj-bESarizMozc6lLgCZa6qLlV_nuyhdC1lGL4x0zPmbeASoUkLGg5w/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TL5gM7MhhkxJBw6RdHaoz8rIyEVZmhI1dmxU2hc1k_3WR1CSVu9xXPUdLRQC2NJ4zNBBxXPgibQEetEYpGQp-kj-bESarizMozc6lLgCZa6qLlV_nuyhdC1lGL4x0zPmbeASoUkLGg5w/s200/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323979041052125298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgtYY_XVNtrMgjgdtOnjSht5fjs2xVXbm8SaAaAbUngh9AbfDnSMD1o8RP4_cAmBR6xJ7f_n2ccWWNQ1iq4PBMdVrQYUSle0XngF84i_XOFpPBriaclF2j5tCSHbIU5-nS3OqOpa0Rqim/s1600-h/green_dude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgtYY_XVNtrMgjgdtOnjSht5fjs2xVXbm8SaAaAbUngh9AbfDnSMD1o8RP4_cAmBR6xJ7f_n2ccWWNQ1iq4PBMdVrQYUSle0XngF84i_XOFpPBriaclF2j5tCSHbIU5-nS3OqOpa0Rqim/s200/green_dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323979216471398626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My shirt says "Lucky Me," it wasn't intended to be ironic, but....wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-63327055283935283482009-03-24T19:53:00.000-07:002009-03-24T20:32:17.089-07:00Updates!!!Wow, where did February and March go?<br /><br />So much to update and so little time!<br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br />RACE INFO:<br /><br />Just finished the mercer island half marathon last weekend! It was so much fun! I ran with my friends Bridget and Chris. Because Chris is a little crazy (and that's what I love about her) she used this half marathon as a training run for her next half marathon in May. She ran 7 miles with Bridget and me.<br /><br />The Mercer Island course was pretty tough! The first 10 miles are rolling hills on uneven streets, then the last three miles were even tougher! And it ended in an uphill incline!<br /><br />I managed to PR, my chip time was 2:20:57. I realized that morning that this was my fifth half marathon in less than a year. And I finished this one 18 minutes faster than my first one :)<br /><br />The only thing I can attribute it to was having this song in my head all through the race:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQYZWKp721Q&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQYZWKp721Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />hahahaha, Bridget and I actually starting singing it around mile 10 :)<br /><br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />In February I did the Love 'Em or Leave 'Em 5k with Holly and Matt. I was still in marathon training mode, so a 5k was not going to be enough distance for me. I decided to leave at 6:30 in the morning and run from my apartment to Greenlake (where the race was) first. It was 6 miles to get to the starbucks. Then a mile from Starbucks to the start of the race, where I met up with Holly and Matt.<br /><br />Somehow I managed to only finish about 10 seconds slower than my 5k best! I guess I really do need to get those junk miles out of the way early :)<br /><br />------------------------------------------<br /><br />In marathon news, I need to pick a new race. Matt's sister is getting married the weekend of the Vancouver Marathon. So I decided to not really train for anything just yet, and now I'm running out of time! I'd like to get at least two marathons in this year.<br /><br />I'll pick something this week :)<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />I took a volunteer position as an assistant coach for <a href="http://www.girlsrun.org/">Girls on the Run</a>. So every thursday I go to an elementary school in Tukwilla and help out with running and teaching the Girls on the Run curriculum. I've only gone one week so far and it's already proving to be an amazing experience! I'll definitely post more updates :)<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />Thanks to Bridget I've finally run Queen Anne hill, right up the front of it. It's one of the steepest hills in Seattle. I usualy take a mile and a half to go around the slowly up the hill. This was is the most direct route. Frankly, if I can run Queen Anne hill, I'm pretty sure I can take on almost any hill ;)<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.breathe-yoga.com/images/brands/I%20LOVE%20YOGA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.breathe-yoga.com/images/brands/I%20LOVE%20YOGA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I've also recently become moderately addicted to <a href="http://www.bikramyogaseattle.com/index.php">Bikram yoga</a>. I tried it while I was in Scottsdale with my boss last month. We went twice, the first time was awful the second time was less awful. Then I decided to find a studio in town, and found Bikram Seattle. They have this sneaky trick where you sign up and pay the drop in fee, and get 10 FREE classes that you have to use in 14 days. So I ended up going 3 or 4 times a week... and by then it's totally easy!<br /><br />(FYI, Bikram is hot yoga. You do 26 poses twice. The first time you hold them for 60 seconds and the second time is 30 seconds. Oh, and the room is at least 100 degrees)<br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br /><br />Phew! That's the long and the short of it! More soon!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-42392765706906381072009-01-29T21:08:00.000-08:002009-01-29T21:40:27.862-08:00It starts... againLast weekend was my first long run in the game again. When I started to taper during my Portland marathon I was pretty bummed that I didn't really practice my pacing. I would just go for it and try to keep my run as even as possible.<br /><br />The first few miles almost always suck. I can't really understand only running 3 miles at a time. I maintain that running doesn't get fun until you're hitting mile 4. I would usually hit my stride around then and all went well until about mile 15. Anything after 15 miles was a free-for-all.<br /><br />On Saturday I did 10 miles on West Seattle, and I worked to maintain a 10:30 pace. I fininshed in an hour and 46 minutes. I had to push pretty hard especially on the hill in the middle of the run. As a consequence I never really hit a point where it got easy.<br /><br />I think next week I'm going to try starting slow, you know, like they say you should... and see how that affects my pace.<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------<br />My biggest takeway from my run this week is that I realized how grateful I am that I've been able to experience Seattle on foot. It's given me the opportunity to see parts of the city I wouldn't have otherwise. My West Seattle course starts on Alki with a beautiful view of the downtown skyline. I run along the water and by giant cool houses and cute quaint ones with the view of the islands.<br /><br />Then you enter Lincoln Park with paths and and trees. Early in the morning it's foggy and feels like you could be somewhere else in northeast maybe :)<br /><br />Anyway, I need to remember this when my alarm goes off at 4:45 in the morning and I walk over, set it for an hour later, and get back into bed....<br /><br />I can't wait until we have some sunlight in the mornings again! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-37931129707903332522009-01-22T22:12:00.000-08:002009-01-22T22:53:36.883-08:00Run Matt Run!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.kmle108.com/image/kmle/UserFiles/Image/PFchangs07.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 265px;" src="http://imgsrv.kmle108.com/image/kmle/UserFiles/Image/PFchangs07.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Wow, how can so much greatness exist in one apartment.... :)<br /><br />Last Sunday Matt completed his first half marathon in Phoenix. And I was along for the ride.<br /><br />I was a little nervous going into the race. Our longest run had been 5 or 6 miles, and Matt started getting a pain in his toe. Anything beyond 6 miles was going to be a mystery! We hadn't had a chance to try out hydration or nutrition options.<br /><br />On the morning of the race I wanted to be prepared for anything. I packed us some water, a couple granola bars, shot blocks, some aspirin, oh and a disposable camera. Matt also hadn't run enough in my uber-fashionable fanny packs to get comfortable carrying his own, so I strapped on our survival pack.<br /><br />The weather was perfect! A cool 50 degrees... but since it was Phoenix, the weather was going to get much warmer right away. We packed into the starting line and took in the myriad of characters waiting to start the race. Because we had a longer estimated time we were mixed in with walkers and joggers. But there seemed to be too many people in warm winter-y coats. It blew my mind.<br /><br />I wonder how many race participants were first timers. I know Phoenix has a lot of programs to raise the fitness level of their city, but it seemed like there were a lot of people who didn't know what was ahead of them.<br /><br />Here are a couple of my favorite runners: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQcSUYHNYAkmGk_NGukwMBRT38r_spa2ny8PbhMxpU9Gw5sLdWULsI0meGHw4aXY33LHtw6LgY7EVObEEhOuf-bngdR9nSB4ZoGjrExTEQsUFcmirK63dgSPO5GIwoLlKLbQN2CapaI0y/s1600-h/runMattRun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQcSUYHNYAkmGk_NGukwMBRT38r_spa2ny8PbhMxpU9Gw5sLdWULsI0meGHw4aXY33LHtw6LgY7EVObEEhOuf-bngdR9nSB4ZoGjrExTEQsUFcmirK63dgSPO5GIwoLlKLbQN2CapaI0y/s200/runMattRun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294372761654631090" border="0" /></a><br />- Dude carrying the goody bag from the expo around his shoulders<br />- Girl holding up the line for the porta-potties because there was no toilet paper<br />- The two Paris-Hilton type girls walk-running, one of which had a wrist clutch<br />- The dude on the apparent "green team" or maybe he was rooting for the eagles....<br /><br /><br />Okay, so Matt was definitely my favorite runner. We ran the first 4 miles, no problem. They were going by pretty quickly! We stopped and walked for a mile. Then it happened...<br /><br />He got his first runner's high. It was great to be with someone while they experienced it for the first time. He was pumping his fists to the music and joking around. He could have run forever...<br /><br />or for another mile or two. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloMJWEqmPMUS4cHrzRYPkPwtb-DQ26MZUY6kuRIIYUWypl7jM8ODqnl5ohEgbg7uLlaQyjTaxSFI3pfkWOKxbg9mduKBiA6FdUWsOumfyY8tKM-oh-_d9s8rkPuE8KDR01nE3rbAnNR-o/s1600-h/PhoenixHalf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgloMJWEqmPMUS4cHrzRYPkPwtb-DQ26MZUY6kuRIIYUWypl7jM8ODqnl5ohEgbg7uLlaQyjTaxSFI3pfkWOKxbg9mduKBiA6FdUWsOumfyY8tKM-oh-_d9s8rkPuE8KDR01nE3rbAnNR-o/s200/PhoenixHalf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294375945609261090" border="0" /></a>Around 8.5 it started to get more difficult. Luckily, his family was in the perfect spot to cheer us on, and they snapped a photo. :) The energy was enough to keep us going for another half mile.<br /><br />We ate a granola bar, walked, talked, and made fun of bands along the way. We decided we'd run again at mile 10.<br /><br />Then it was mile 10, just in time for our legs to get good and stiff. It took about 10 minutes for me to start feeling good again. It's been a while since I've been running for more than 2 hours. We only had three miles to go. Matt was pretty lucid and moving, and if it came down to it, we could walk it if we had to. We both knew he was going to finish :)<br /><br />The last three miles were pretty rough, but of course they are, that's why most people don't do this sort of thing. It also started to get really hot. It was reaching the mid-70s. We kept trucking along. I was really impressed with how well Matt was doing. I knew he was in pain, but he was a real trooper!<br /><br />We got to the finish line and it was over. It wasn't as climatic as Matt had hoped, but it was over and we survived. :)<br /><br />AND, the best news is... he's interested in doing it again! I think the real success is that he finished the race and doesn't hate running! Look out world, we have a new half-marathoner on our hands :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-18500807642599156512009-01-04T13:49:00.000-08:002009-01-04T13:53:08.613-08:00Girls, Girls, Girls!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://girlsontherun.org/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.eteamz.com/GOTRneflorida/images/GOTR_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>GIRLS ON THE RUN IS SO MUCH FUN!<br /><br />You can't really argue with a chant like that! Holly and I became "running buddies" this winter for an organization called "Girls on the Run." This group is dedicated to helping girls between the ages of 8 and 11 develop healthy self-esteem (to match their healthy bodies!) through running. Our job as running buddies was to help these young ladies train for their first 5k and offer encouragement and support during the 3.1 mile journey.<br /><br />After Sammy, my running buddy, and I were formally introduced, she looked me up and down and asked, "Can you go fast?"<br /><br />Uh oh!<br /><br />I wondered, am in good enough shape to keep up with this gal who is ready to win? I mustered up a bit of confidence and answered, "Uh, sure!"<br /><br />From the start Sammy was ready to go fast. She wanted to pass everyone right out of the gate! I tried my best to explain why you don't go as fast as you can in the beginning, but Sammy wasn't interested in reason. Soon we were so far ahead of everyone it was okay for us to walk. It gave us a chance to get to know each other a little better.<br /><br />We kept walking until one of the other girls would catch up, then we would run as fast as we could! And eventually Sammy's strategy worked! We won the practice 5k!<br /><br />As the girls finished we cheered and enjoyed our celebratory cups of Gatorade. It was so touching to see the girls be so encouraging to one another. Let's face it, girls aren't always nice to each other, and it was refreshing to see these girls be so accepting and encouraging of their friends!<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.active.com/images/upimages/Logo76.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.active.com/images/upimages/Logo76.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Wonder Girl 5k was the event the girls had been training for. Sammy was ready to win that morning. She even looked like a super hero in her crown and cape.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqnLMGlq6mPHuVNF9sbCMrFbjTt0UhUlDejKehckv_RTdj9si_p6L0OSaQH32UmmX5nTNtbB9gckmkAEW9bNRntQSwo-BKLvi4U9BW1zZb8neIzSqYhWi95j5MWe3oiL5a9ezYdOZs4H7/s1600-h/sammy_wac_gotr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuqnLMGlq6mPHuVNF9sbCMrFbjTt0UhUlDejKehckv_RTdj9si_p6L0OSaQH32UmmX5nTNtbB9gckmkAEW9bNRntQSwo-BKLvi4U9BW1zZb8neIzSqYhWi95j5MWe3oiL5a9ezYdOZs4H7/s200/sammy_wac_gotr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287559351524475538" border="0" /></a>On the other hand, I was freezing... it must have been about 30 degrees!<br /><br />Before I knew it we were off! Sammy strategically placed us near the front of the group so we could go fast. Everything was going according to plan, then it happened.<br /><br />The worst thing to happen to anyone while running: a side stitch!<br /><br />Poor Sammy was trying so hard to run through it, but we still had so far to go! We tried a few times to walk it off, but it just kept coming back. I tried my best to convince her that this happens to everyone and some days are just "bad run" days.<br /><br />Then she said, "I don't think we're going to win–I'm sorry..."<br /><br />It totally broke my heart! I told her she didn't have to apologize! She's a strong person for even attempting to run a 5k and she'll be an even stronger person when she finishes!<br /><br />I told her about my awful 12-mile run that I couldn't even finish. I had to call Matt to come pick me up. BUT the next weekend, I ran 21 miles! And the weekend before the 5k we were running I ran 13.1 miles at the Seattle Half Marathon.<br /><br />"Did you win?," she asked.<br /><br />It made me laugh, I wasn't even close! I won because I finished.<br /><br />Our conversation reminded me that you can't expect every time you hit the road to be even better than the run before it. What's important is doing the best you can in any situation.<br /><br />We sprinted the last 1/2 mile of the Wonder Girl 5k. She finished strong with the crowd and her friends and family cheering for her as we crossed the finish line.<br /><br />I really admire Sammy's ambitious attitude because he's willing to work hard to achieve her goals. Although she didn't win the whole 5k, she won her personal race. Even with a side-stitch, shoe/foot pain and ridiculously cold weather she did her best that day.<br /><br />Too often many of us settle for mediocrity, and we're okay with never really challenging or pushing ourselves. It's easier not to.<br /><br />But what I loved about being in the "trenches" with Sammy was witnessing a young lady choosing not to settle. In our two interactions I could tell that Sammy will grow up to be a very successful woman some day. I've been inspired by her determination to be a better mental athlete.<br /><br />At the end of the day, all we can ask of ourselves is to do our best in any situation; then, we can't be disappointed in the outcome.wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-88447498717730689842009-01-02T10:37:00.000-08:002009-01-04T13:41:10.818-08:00Just fine in '09It's that time again... resolution time!<br /><br />I've stopped making traditional resolutions years ago. They were always the same: this year I will lose weight, be better at finances, find a better job, become a super human who always has their stuff together, become a super hero while I'm at it, save the world, save money, save trees, save the children... that all comes back to that super hero thing.<br /><br />Usually by around January 15 my delusions of grandeur had met cold hard reality: I'm human.<br /><br />A couple years ago I realized that if I made resolutions I could actually keep I'd be a much happier person. Thus my new resolution was born: I will wear one article of black clothing everyday.<br /><br />It was perfect. Totally something I could control, and each day I succeeded I felt good about setting a goal I could achieve. So this became my resolution every year. I kept this up for a few years until suddenly my entire wardrobe was black. I guess I was committed.<br /><br />At any rate, this year I'm going to set goals rather than resolutions and here's what I have so far:<br /><br />IN RUNNING:<br />- A 25:00 5K (I would need to shave 3 minutes off my current PR, and maintain an 8-minute per mile pace... hello track workouts!)<br />- A sub 1-hour 10k<br />- A sub 5-hour marathon<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Race Schedule thus far:</span><br />- 1/18 Phoenix Rock N' Roll Half Marathon<br />- Love 'em or Leave 'em 5k (February)<br />- Vancover Sun Run 10k (April) this one is a maybe... a local 10k would be just fine<br />- Vancouver Marathon (May)<br />- Seattle Rock N' Roll Half Marathon (June)<br />- Disneyland Half Marathon? (Sept)<br />- Portland Marathon (October)<br /><br />I realize I don't have to run every race, every year, but I think this is an aggressive year for me because ultimately, I want to do a 50k race in 2010. So in addition to all these road races, I'll also be trying out some trail running. I have yet to find a 50k road race, but I'll keep looking.<br /><br />So that's the running plan for this year! This is going to be a good one, I can feel it! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-64461805346933611322008-12-14T19:08:00.000-08:002008-12-14T19:16:52.523-08:00Seattle Half Marathon Race ReportWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!<br /><br />What a tough course! After a race like that I definitely had to give my body a break.<br /><br />HIGHLIGHTS:<br />- Seeing hundreds of thousands of people running over I-90<br />- Spending the entire race waiting for the hill that would be my eternal doom and never finding it<br />- Starting, running, and finishing the race with friends<br /><br />DISAPPOINTMENTS:<br />-Really the only disappointment is my Garmin malfunctioning. It stopped tracking my location while I was under the bridge. I assumed the clock kept running. But I have it on auto stop for when I'm "not moving." Sarah and I thought we finished in 2:19... and it was really 2:27.<br /><br />I feel really good about how this race turned out. Even with the Garmin snafu I still shaved 11 minutes of my PR.<br /><br />Look out Phoenix Rock N' Roll Half!!! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-7011602204823543452008-10-29T06:56:00.001-07:002008-10-29T07:12:13.254-07:00More Marathon Photos...So I've been totally MIA, but I promise there is much to report! I'm already running again and training for the Seattle Half Marathon at the end of November.<br /><br />But more on that later....<br /><br />Here are the official race photos, and they actually caught my running crew out on the street with me! You can view them here:<br /><br /><a href="http://racephotos.net/RunnerDetails.asp?nRunnerID=648049">http://racephotos.net/RunnerDetails.asp?nRunnerID=648049</a><br /><br />I plan to purchase a couple photos this week :)<br /><br />Here are a couple from our lovely dinner of Spold Mac and Cheese at the Montage:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EpDkpUr7mxn58FitSq5MBHMdlirirwqOmDXDMh1ZzUUHuZXWcFKOb-mA9HsRTAHUJSoip2EXtoNHijxQcisERsphHqaNv77R_bom1-owPD_LqO7_H3ReSdRlzMkc9xmi07K5lpqyh5DR/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EpDkpUr7mxn58FitSq5MBHMdlirirwqOmDXDMh1ZzUUHuZXWcFKOb-mA9HsRTAHUJSoip2EXtoNHijxQcisERsphHqaNv77R_bom1-owPD_LqO7_H3ReSdRlzMkc9xmi07K5lpqyh5DR/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262576481858033362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sarah took this one, so she's not in it :( But here's Holly, Jess, Chris, Simon, Michael, me and Matt :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnfSjxrTo4nC6Ubbyu9fT7z5U60p4fzjBaQY9aKUyjGuBd5rrmeT-uidgIseRcB_lmZQ6ATw92IO38gqgPZBbDyvJ7Z3sBUInvRQADrVBRp8HOFF72zKrsvilZsLvPKIqKXRpI10wqj-9/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnfSjxrTo4nC6Ubbyu9fT7z5U60p4fzjBaQY9aKUyjGuBd5rrmeT-uidgIseRcB_lmZQ6ATw92IO38gqgPZBbDyvJ7Z3sBUInvRQADrVBRp8HOFF72zKrsvilZsLvPKIqKXRpI10wqj-9/s320/DSCN1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262576810396468786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MMmmmm.... left overs!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1l4vk8oZ3oit5k0Hz2DFVtIneNIZEiS9wj85idO7atdhc7YxPN4vMlBqiuhzXc26EGwWQGRBNgMS_QuYH-WWnmXDJ4jgpOf_Re0zaaY1TV9qWezfqhmnDKF4pUQND3mdHwP-z36WMtTX/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1l4vk8oZ3oit5k0Hz2DFVtIneNIZEiS9wj85idO7atdhc7YxPN4vMlBqiuhzXc26EGwWQGRBNgMS_QuYH-WWnmXDJ4jgpOf_Re0zaaY1TV9qWezfqhmnDKF4pUQND3mdHwP-z36WMtTX/s320/DSCN1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262576986282827122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's a good lookin' fella!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LwsEPJthHKIr3nKaTwe-i7I2v3nCF7X9OFNB-K3UMOMe1E_STHkOwGkYN2IqCSYnEMrC5zPNdWLqFOb8TQTo74QL0UQ_e_5LfOrWXxLwbY4ON8HkShklPGZwvvDOmuz4bqNLQHcEgJWv/s1600-h/DSCN1214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LwsEPJthHKIr3nKaTwe-i7I2v3nCF7X9OFNB-K3UMOMe1E_STHkOwGkYN2IqCSYnEMrC5zPNdWLqFOb8TQTo74QL0UQ_e_5LfOrWXxLwbY4ON8HkShklPGZwvvDOmuz4bqNLQHcEgJWv/s320/DSCN1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577204587669186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The best friends you could ask for! (Missing a few people, of course!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-dKW1aAtfKc1dRY2_YDtuzpiZpj5rMABpfXirbaOgS3DPcDHtMwyygm4Pvi-kdeGyQnSd-a_Ycig-6GVHzIxf-dhYAg9BTxpghFno8WvQ_o6fIbHHwfEX2TTkstpHcrk93KfLMwRhIxF/s1600-h/DSCN1215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-dKW1aAtfKc1dRY2_YDtuzpiZpj5rMABpfXirbaOgS3DPcDHtMwyygm4Pvi-kdeGyQnSd-a_Ycig-6GVHzIxf-dhYAg9BTxpghFno8WvQ_o6fIbHHwfEX2TTkstpHcrk93KfLMwRhIxF/s320/DSCN1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262577451743807682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There they are!...Sarah and Michael, too! :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks again to everyone who made my first marathon truly special! Deb and Raj, too! (Who I unfortunately, didn't get a photo with... )<br /><br />More to come :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-34015301528247058722008-10-06T15:37:00.000-07:002008-10-06T18:34:43.716-07:00Take that, Katie Holmes!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqsuKpmkejLuC6XMXvLimuliL6xLs4DNDTV_uwnE5ODWQx889_0UJCz89VIfKTfRau0OmyE4uTUD5xwydJ1hk_ZSNCuUignicJxKeguuc3D5_b9Rbe_0PPFSSztzAxVqzkMww-jI4V6Ks/s1600-h/Marathoner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqsuKpmkejLuC6XMXvLimuliL6xLs4DNDTV_uwnE5ODWQx889_0UJCz89VIfKTfRau0OmyE4uTUD5xwydJ1hk_ZSNCuUignicJxKeguuc3D5_b9Rbe_0PPFSSztzAxVqzkMww-jI4V6Ks/s320/Marathoner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254174176044332754" border="0" /></a>Wow wow wow! I did it! And it was incredible and one of the best experiences of my life so far!<br /><br />I was sure I'd finish in 5 and a half hours. My super secret goal was to finish before Katie Holmes. What I (and I'll bet Katie) didn't realize, is that she set the bar for a lot of young women. I couldn't believe how many other gals I talked to that had the same goal!<br /><br />I was also preparing myself for two hours of sheer agony. If this race was going to be anything like my training runs, it was going to be long, slow, and excutiatingly painful.<br /><br />Much to my surprise, I finished in 5:03:38!!!<br /><br />And I felt great! I was able to sprint the last part before the finish line! I was definitely in pain afterward. My ankle is totally swollen (pic below, promise I'm icing! Or it just looks like I have one kankle). But I'm not too stiff! We didn't have a bath tub in our hotel room, so I had to rotate ice packs. And Matt helped rub my legs and feet afterward. Then we pretty much stayed in bed and watched Food Network and football until I fell asleep. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQn4Upsy4UAoCJ3Y14ouAWDKYvBo6wHgMxfxJS0lIr9A9Z1-Gr0vZ09RSHGqueoyGp1x0lMZhWUDuJ75S21aHDoenD7XwQocWk5nxuezsPylcjF7MRoTRnqDMRQbLDyc5h8HRpuFU4nMUW/s1600-h/swolenAnkles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQn4Upsy4UAoCJ3Y14ouAWDKYvBo6wHgMxfxJS0lIr9A9Z1-Gr0vZ09RSHGqueoyGp1x0lMZhWUDuJ75S21aHDoenD7XwQocWk5nxuezsPylcjF7MRoTRnqDMRQbLDyc5h8HRpuFU4nMUW/s320/swolenAnkles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254211874371733362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm walking like a normal person, for the most part. :)<br /><br />I had so much support from my friends who were there in person, and also there in spirit! And I really couldn't have done it without them. I really appreciate all the supporting phone messages and emails I received. My in person crew was <a href="http://ralphwiggum4pres.blogspot.com/">Matt</a>, Holly, Sarah, Michael, <a href="http://adayinthelifeofseattle.blogspot.com/">Jess</a>, Chris, Simon, and <a href="http://10minutemile.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-8-26-reasons-to-celebrate.html">Deb</a> and Raj drove up the morning of.<br /><br />And here's the break down:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MILES 1-6:</span><br />Off to an okay start! I see Deb and Raj right away! Shortly after I hear Matt yell, "Go Wac!" Which made me tear up a little, but I knew I had to breathe slowly if I'm going to get through this thing. I see the 5-hour pace group, and kind of just hang with them. It feels a little fast, but I look down at my Garmin, and we're only going a little over an 11-minute mile. I can't decide if this is too fast to me, or not. But my heart rate is only in the 150s, so I stick with them. Even though I'm kind of thirsty, I don't stop for water or fuel until mile 6, which is what I did in my training runs. I'm prone to cramping when I have too much water.<br /><br />HIGH POINT:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 5/6: </span>Seeing everyone on the side again<br /><br />LOW POINTS:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 2:</span> Noticed my sock on the left had fallen and was only half way around my foot<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 3-ish:</span> The top of my ankle on my right foot began to hurt (and didn't quit)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 6: </span>Pain on the outside of my left foot<br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MILES 6-13</span><br />Coming into mile 7 I was in a lot of pain. Both my feet are killing me, in very different ways. It's also that time of the month, so I was having the occasional menstrual cramp, and it was catching up with me. I managed to stay with the 5-hour pace group through this entire time. Around mile 10 I started falling behind. I was thinking, "I made my body into this machine, that means I can will it to go faster..." and this woman came up beside me and asked if I was okay! hahah... I must have been very pensive looking. We chatted for a bit, this was not her first time doing this marathon and she said the real hump is the bridge at mile 17. Her scheduled walk break was about to take place. I would have stopped with her, but I noticed the few minutes we ran together slowed me down. So I told her I'd catch up with her later... but I never saw her again.<br /><br />I did, however, catch up to the 5 hour pace group again!<br /><br />HIGH POINT:<br />- There was a family on the street handing out jelly beans. I had to stop and give a high-five to this one kid. :)<br />- The miles were really just flying by!<br /><br />LOW POINT:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 13:</span> This is totally nit-picky, but they had the 13-mile marker, then the water tables, THEN the timing chip mat! I had stopped at the water tables, and was totally bummed to see the timing mat.<br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MILES 14- 20</span><br />I had to be smart. I had enough energy to to speed up, but I knew that would wipe me out. Instead I tried to slowly increase my pace. I decided to pull ahead of the 5-hour pace group so when I chose to stop and walk, I wouldn't fall behind. Having the bridge as a major landmark to work towards, getting to mile 17 was what I was focusing on. I had some fuel at 16, and began the ascent around 16.5. I made a point of climbing the hill slowly, and not letting my heart rate get too high.<br /><br />Around mile 19, the pain set in. I expected it to come sooner. I remembered something Deborah told me about "accepting the pain." Maybe it's because I was anticipating it, or imagined it would be much worse, either way... it wasn't awful, but it definitely slowed me down. I couldn't seem to pick up the pace.<br /><br />I started chatting with Dave the walker. He's probably late 60's or early 70's and walking a marathon in all 50 states. (He did manage to finish before I did)<br /><br />Then mile 20, I saw Sarah and Michael! Sarah ran with me for a bit<br /><br />HIGH POINTS:<br />Miles 14: Pulling ahead of the 5:00 pace group and maintaining a lead<br />Mile 17: Passing people up the hill to the bridge<br />The bridge: I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and there was such a beautiful view of Portland<br />Mile 20: Seeing Sarah and Michael waiting for me, and having Sarah run with me for a few minutes<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MILES 21-26.2</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7y6Tkn5-kpFyEa-v3spYyPU1E9l4-kdfSed3l_-n-FpmTREv0KwnXuUoKPEwXo1nDz15CBCQmHbYJgajsrtmFoiGHDM6QQK01X_eQNGIiNuo-3Ec7w9RnwlknrOG3bUWi3KThmfMifYs0/s1600-h/PDX_wac_mile26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7y6Tkn5-kpFyEa-v3spYyPU1E9l4-kdfSed3l_-n-FpmTREv0KwnXuUoKPEwXo1nDz15CBCQmHbYJgajsrtmFoiGHDM6QQK01X_eQNGIiNuo-3Ec7w9RnwlknrOG3bUWi3KThmfMifYs0/s320/PDX_wac_mile26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254204324772280914" border="0" /></a>Sarah let me know the whole crew was just around the corner at mile 21, which really helped me get to the next mile. Then only 5 miles to go! This was the point where I knew I was going to finish. My legs hurt, but they only felt like I had run for 10 miles instead of 20. I was also super close to finishing in under 5 hours, if I just pushed hard enough! I did what I could, and mile 25 was one of my fastest miles! Here are the highs and lows:<br /><br />HIGH POINTS:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 21:</span> My whole crew came out and ran with me for a few minutes! I was the envy of all the runners around me<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 22:</span> Meeting Jenny from Texas. We were talking about how much we enjoyed beer, and we passed the Widmer brewery, which was handing out free beer!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 25:</span> Meeting Victoria, originally from LA, who had been training with Portland Fit<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 26:</span> Helping this guy who had a bad thigh cramp by giving him a shot block with sodium, and some water<br />- Seeing Holly and she let me know the finish line was around the corner<br />- Seeing Deb and Raj and having the energy to wave at the camera<br />- Hearing Matt's voice cheering for me as I approached the finish line<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bP5hiaLmaXNpCsZu4cdQ9zfWOurc7NsAIfUj9-OrNSR4ok2ydkLq__6pBDAMRbQiShPtZjfRs6Nk0VdjTWyZD2vSrLMnU-RnsabSGURQG6rVORJb0TcYaKH-Ea0tCNQZIzJI4iRDeMpG/s1600-h/PDX_wac_finish1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bP5hiaLmaXNpCsZu4cdQ9zfWOurc7NsAIfUj9-OrNSR4ok2ydkLq__6pBDAMRbQiShPtZjfRs6Nk0VdjTWyZD2vSrLMnU-RnsabSGURQG6rVORJb0TcYaKH-Ea0tCNQZIzJI4iRDeMpG/s320/PDX_wac_finish1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254204065704149874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crossing the finish line: </span>Victoria and I hugged, I got my cape, medal, and rose. I found my crew and there was chocolate milk waiting for me<br /><br />(Here's a photo Deb snapped of me... I'm still in a lot of pain, if that smile looks intense... :)<br /><br /><br />LOW POINTS:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mile 26:</span> Helping thigh-cramp guy seriously slowed me down ;)<br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Here's the Garmin report:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakuZhdHykAKeCjzQKPeh9srfpCJ4Ea0Py2yuVO63FBy3xZLZlfsPCK9cmvxKwabJ_Q_uJyi6O_VYUrhb9o8MTvT7rgQsHqpNVRZSOip52HmyKTa4HsUwjPK7Pu_07xFjUusTnHZ17A-3m/s1600-h/marathon_grab.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakuZhdHykAKeCjzQKPeh9srfpCJ4Ea0Py2yuVO63FBy3xZLZlfsPCK9cmvxKwabJ_Q_uJyi6O_VYUrhb9o8MTvT7rgQsHqpNVRZSOip52HmyKTa4HsUwjPK7Pu_07xFjUusTnHZ17A-3m/s320/marathon_grab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254208863497248162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here's the link to view the <a href="http://trail.motionbased.com/trail/invitation/email/accept.mb?senderPk.pkValue=251178&unitSystemPkValue=2&episodePk.pkValue=6919859">whole report</a>, but you need to view it in IE.<br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkD_eqSOqNO8WHpObjAVIMGE3ytT3OlArtotcMoS8UQkNajgesTskjM4VnT089LePYDUXP7Fi3p-0m_VgzvWVIgBdGrUJdW7oiHLrDeMtcIqne2PnYz-vC1r8ttuATKV52y_-mUWMoi7H/s1600-h/PDX_wac_matt_finish2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkD_eqSOqNO8WHpObjAVIMGE3ytT3OlArtotcMoS8UQkNajgesTskjM4VnT089LePYDUXP7Fi3p-0m_VgzvWVIgBdGrUJdW7oiHLrDeMtcIqne2PnYz-vC1r8ttuATKV52y_-mUWMoi7H/s320/PDX_wac_matt_finish2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215268554476882" border="0" /></a>I really can't believe the whole thing is over. It seemed to go by so quickly. I did it! I ran a marathon. I'm pretty sure I thought about each and every person in my life and how much I appreciate them. It's like everyone was running with me. It was incredibly touching when they came to run with me. (photo coming of the crew soon!) And I am super grateful for how encouraging and supportive Matt has been. He really is my biggest fan! Hearing his voice while I was running brought a smile to my face no matter what my legs were feeling.<br /><br />I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted. I think I came into this race trying to prove that it can be done. That anyone can run a marathon, all you have to do is train. Through training you learn so much about yourself. You learn that you are capable than so much more than you imagined. You also learn it's okay push yourself, but also to be kind to your body.<br /><br />Although it felt like I was bearing a torch those 26 miles, I wanted to do it for all the people out there who think a marathon is something they could never do. I started running when I was almost 300 pounds (hence that opening picture), and one mile at a time I made it! I've had the help of many encouraging people along the way, and I hope that my story can one day inspire others to get out there and do it, too!<br /><br />Finishing a half hour before I expected... that was for me. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Part of me knew I was going faster than I should. I figured if I lost the 5 hour group I would still finish at a decent time. But I could have lost it, and dropped into my slow mopey pace I experienced at the end of my 18-mile and 20-mile training runs. I am really proud of my time, and I know I can knock a few minutes off it next time...<br /><br />That's right, next time!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-35780630291857238362008-09-30T20:45:00.000-07:002008-09-30T22:43:08.201-07:00Race Report: Alki Beach Run 5kOne of the benefits of being at the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alkibeachrun.com/images/logo_home.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.alkibeachrun.com/images/logo_home.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> peak of fitness for your own body, is that you can really kill on shorter races.<br /><br />My friend, Holly, and I signed up for the Alki Beach Run 5k last Sunday, and it was a blast! The weather was perfect, the route was a flat out and back along the water, and I knew this was going to be the 5k that I broke the 30 minute barrier.<br /><br />I know I've been getting faster, I can feel it. I've been running with Brie in the mornings, and she's much faster than I, but I've been able to keep up with her. I've also had some surprisingly fast first halves of my long runs... but I've really been looking to do a timed race again.<br /><br />The announcer starts by saying, if you run 5-6 minute miles you should be up front. If you run 7-8 minute miles you can be back by him, and the walkers will be in the back...<br /><br />hahaha... oh alright, I'll go behind the stroller brigade...<br /><br />The first mile went so fast! I finished it in 9:44. Having the garmin made it so much easier to keep my pace. I was able to look down and notice when I was slowing, and counteract it. Mile 2 was a little more difficult as the sun came out, and I was over dressed for the heat. There was this tall, thin blonde runner in front of me. I had to work hard to keep up with her, but I knew that if I did I would meet my goal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEvOlxAC21kca07XaEHZ7hSubhKteQvLJXCJfBF-ALkrFwY1AKmsJHUsSDhUu4C-vr0ZP_tgD1Dz_ikQ5MpBr-38roYCy83fgLXBywmflCnYHPWFHGgE1VMURHc10iCHuZNQh_p9uhggS/s1600-h/alki5k_laps.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEvOlxAC21kca07XaEHZ7hSubhKteQvLJXCJfBF-ALkrFwY1AKmsJHUsSDhUu4C-vr0ZP_tgD1Dz_ikQ5MpBr-38roYCy83fgLXBywmflCnYHPWFHGgE1VMURHc10iCHuZNQh_p9uhggS/s320/alki5k_laps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252055026259149026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The last mile was so great! I know I could have pushed harder at the end. We were coming to mile 2.5 and I wanted to kick it up, but decided to wait until I was closer to the finish line.<br /><br />A quarter of a mile later I ran as hard as I could, and finished... 28:30!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjV27JTcmGD37n5hlunhNcNDV9kGtX-__VSc574IgyQQkagcHsI4m_zJHYkvcJsxVtOnPVBe3SZ_qpQktJvpbjucJy0Gh22e2M7GjWHg8kQnXto_AXxiR9_Rm_jxudDvihLQ8KeWgImK/s1600-h/holly_n_wac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjV27JTcmGD37n5hlunhNcNDV9kGtX-__VSc574IgyQQkagcHsI4m_zJHYkvcJsxVtOnPVBe3SZ_qpQktJvpbjucJy0Gh22e2M7GjWHg8kQnXto_AXxiR9_Rm_jxudDvihLQ8KeWgImK/s320/holly_n_wac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252055374887540658" border="0" /></a>Here's our photo on the beach :)<br /><br />Even though I'm really excited with this new PR, I know I could have done even better!<br /><br />I would love to do a 10k, so I'm keeping my eyes peeled for the perfect one!<br /><br />The marathon is less than a week away... I'm so excited! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-76544947373073256812008-09-23T16:56:00.001-07:002008-09-23T17:04:01.516-07:00New Choooos :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brooksrunning.com/dimg/ef2d71c4eed7cbc08f2eca1be022c50f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.brooksrunning.com/dimg/ef2d71c4eed7cbc08f2eca1be022c50f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Well, sort of new. After forgetting my beloved Brooks Adrenaline GTS 8's when I went to Vancouver for the Half Marathon, I had been running in the Asics I picked up from the Running Room.<br /><br />The Asics were fine. During the Vancouver half I noticed a foot pain I had never experienced before. I was ready to dismiss the Asics to being gym shoes, or maybe used for tennis. But I took them out on a few more runs and found them to work just fine!<br /><br />Until about two months ago.<br /><br />I started getting that same pain in my foot. Usually I would get it post mile 7, and it would go away in my ice bath. Then when I did my 20-mile run, I had to foot pain for a week and a half afterward. I kept running on it, of course, because I'm ridiculous.<br /><br />So after the scare of this pain being a stress fracture, I figured I'd bring back my old Brooks just to see how they felt. And I ran 11 miles in them, pain free!<br /><br />Yesterday I ran out and got a new pair of my oldies but goodies. They were practically glowing in the dark this morning :) I need to run them through a few puddles or something before the marathon.<br /><br />I really feel ready to this... is that strange?<br /><br />(Yes, this is a post about my shoes... whatcha gonna do?)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-77696218650084276862008-09-21T20:37:00.000-07:002008-09-21T22:30:43.195-07:00Real Runners do it in the rainI woke up Saturday morning to Deb calling to confirm our meeting spot, as she was pulling into her parking spot.<br /><br />Shit! My alarm didn't go off.<br /><br />I raced out the door and pulled into the parking spot next to Deb 20 minutes later. It's a good thing I had set out all of my stuff the night before.<br /><br />This was my first chance to use my garmin forerunner... and it was AWESOME! (screen cap below)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfyfZRbTXNlVE0q3cEfVm7YG3QqXiV-5A2SOVQNTama4dg6_IPdkOkmGc3cW4KXzpOZGxNd33-XQeu2z0okS9y7TdeC_GkCt-9XTWvZyKGPYsKTzfFMhFDDZ6JIGImqzbuTyHcVO0oGFc/s1600-h/wacDeb11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfyfZRbTXNlVE0q3cEfVm7YG3QqXiV-5A2SOVQNTama4dg6_IPdkOkmGc3cW4KXzpOZGxNd33-XQeu2z0okS9y7TdeC_GkCt-9XTWvZyKGPYsKTzfFMhFDDZ6JIGImqzbuTyHcVO0oGFc/s320/wacDeb11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248692228339043154" border="0" /></a>Deb and I began our 11-mile run on Alki, and it was raining steadily. The air was crisp and fresh and reminded me how excited I was to be running in cool weather again. The course we were running was going to be mostly flat, there was a slight incline around mile 5. (I did this exact run for my 12-miler a while back). There's also this beautiful area that looks like it could easily be a small harbor on the east coast (especially the fog).<br /><br />I really finished strong for this one. It was awesome to finish 11-miles and feel like I had just ran 5. AND, my foot didn't hurt at all. (I had switched back to my old shoes for this run, so I think that's the answer).<br /><br />The photo on the left is from when we were done. We were soaked. I brought us some dry jackets to change into and we got our post-run coffee and yogurt/chocolate milk.<br /><br />I'm really enjoying tapering. It's so awesome to see how much long runs and speed work effect your shorter distances (and it's amazing that I consider 11 miles a shorter run now...). Deb also snapped this photo of me, but she said I didn't look miserable enough. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNqZgMEC9ACr7PBtlGrP7uVfl0J192cWcJyr-RxkqtJhAlEBjtgR6pOTYfpJJq59Bg4FJNXlHSGFQbXSrE1to8a5msmwhBzPNwM9r8XrGSNLnU3_VgZHE2QLGUZ0dv_b5cIABNaPZmjAV/s1600-h/wac_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNqZgMEC9ACr7PBtlGrP7uVfl0J192cWcJyr-RxkqtJhAlEBjtgR6pOTYfpJJq59Bg4FJNXlHSGFQbXSrE1to8a5msmwhBzPNwM9r8XrGSNLnU3_VgZHE2QLGUZ0dv_b5cIABNaPZmjAV/s320/wac_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248692483895717938" border="0" /></a>The race is two weeks away and I'm feeling pretty prepared, and frankly, excited.<br /><br />I'm really in the mood to watch marathon movies and get all pumped up. Matt and I saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0425413/">Run Fatboy Run</a> in the theater a looooong time ago and it just came out on DVD. I'm also dying for <a href="http://www.marathonmovie.com/home.html">Spirit of the Marathon</a> to be released. Unfortunately that won't be until October 7.<br /><br />Perhaps I'll have to watch all the Prefontaine movies for the time being... :)<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />In other news, my Garmin is the bomb.com:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpbo5mIksinmWbbCcONhcy03v54UiFlBvQbMkFEZw42rcpmpWHCxZhjBJ4rfYRLFHWOjsyZJ6_YeP_WQF_X0UVntgY9fCWvSd8EeLxVbkQQTnGsHkCuNVhsghjmi-4OVtoNbYUW-p_QIB/s1600-h/11mileGrab.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpbo5mIksinmWbbCcONhcy03v54UiFlBvQbMkFEZw42rcpmpWHCxZhjBJ4rfYRLFHWOjsyZJ6_YeP_WQF_X0UVntgY9fCWvSd8EeLxVbkQQTnGsHkCuNVhsghjmi-4OVtoNbYUW-p_QIB/s320/11mileGrab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248699778637376850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Deb also recommended this website/program where I can upload my runs and analyze them. I can not only see my pace, heart rate, and exact distance, but it also tracks the weather, elevation and laps.<br /><br />I'm going to set it so that I get an alert at every mile. And for some reason it showed that my heart rate was 100 the entire time. I'm guessing there was interference from Deb's heart rate monitor. I'll be trying it out in the morning on my own to see what I come up with. I'm so excited.<br /><br />I really shouldn't have waited so long to buy it! It's reinvigorated my love for running again. That and the abundance of running buddies I've finally found. It figures I would be getting excited about running a couple of weeks before I'm scheduled to take a break.<br /><br />Also, the group that I trained with for the half marathon has started up again. They are training for the Seattle Half Marathon. I'm thinking about doing the long runs with the new group. I think I could really help some of the gals while they are training. Plus, now that I've gotten faster I could possibly run with a couple of different pace groups. We'll see... I ran into Heather from our group at breakfast this morning and she said that a couple of gals from our group were already running with them... hopefully they wouldn't mind my dropping in.<br /><br />Anyway, a good weekend in the world of running. I also cheered on Holly and Alex and the Kirkland triathalon this morning. It looked incredibly challenging and fun...<br /><br />Something for next year?wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-74776323440881995362008-09-19T06:07:00.000-07:002008-09-19T06:19:57.748-07:00Taper Time!Tomorrow morning I'll be running 11 miles with <a href="http://10minutemile.blogspot.com/">Deb</a>, at Alki. I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't run at Alki in months. Although it'll probably be cold and possibly drizzly... I'm looking forward to running in the cold again.<br /><br />The absolute nutso thing is that the marathon is 15 days away. When I started that ticker thing I was around 120 days away... when it got to 90 it was surreal... now that it's so close!<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />As a follow-up, I did get my bone scan, and I was injected with radiator fluid...<br /><br />jk, radiation fluid<br /><br />which has been giving me awful headaches. I have to drink water to flush it out of my system, and as a result I've been drinking around 12-16 glasses a day...<br /><br />I'll have a follow-up call with my doc today.<br /><br />My bone scan didn't show any extra activity near the painful part of my foot, so my technologist mentioned that it was probably muscular.<br /><br />Randomly, I picked up "Northwest Competitor" magazine at the doctor's office because there was an article about the "Young Guns of ultra-marathonning," and the article mentioned one of the dudes had a neuroma in his foot because he had doubled his mileage from 130 miles a week to 260 in like two weeks... or something ridiculous...<br /><br />BUT... I looked up <a href="http://www.footphysicians.com/footankleinfo/mortons-neuroma.htm">neuroma</a>, and it sounds really similar to the foot pain I'm experiencing!<br /><br />I'm going to ask for a referral to a sports medicine doctor, just so that I have one in my back pocket :)<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />AND in the most exciting news of all...<br /><br />My Garmin Forerunner 305 showed up last night!!!<br /><br />I really should have bought this sooner, it's so amazing. It tracks your heart rate, pace, time, ties your shoes, gives you water, and carries you when you're too tired to run anymore....<br /><br />OK, well the first three things are true. I charged it last night atnd I'm dying to try it out, but I really shouldn't run today with a long run on the horizon tomorrow.<br /><br />I'll post a full report after I take it out for a spin! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-28225185208141467292008-09-14T05:24:00.000-07:002008-09-14T07:29:27.957-07:003 weeks... and an hour and a half...The Portland Marathon is exactly three weeks from today...<br /><br />wow...<br /><br />These next three weeks it's going to be crucial that I listen to my body.<br /><br />The first time I felt it was at the Vancouver Half. A slight pain in my right foot that radiated up into my ankle. I thought it was the shoes I had purchased the night before.<br /><br />It went away, although I would get the pain occasionally even when I wasn't running.<br /><br />I noticed it again this last month or two. It seemed to only show up post mile 7, or when I ran on uneven surfaces. And usually it went away before the end of the run and wouldn't bother me afterward.<br /><br />Then I did my fist 20-miler. My foot hurt by the end, but no worse than before... only it didn't go away. It continued to hurt, and I continued to run on it. I cut down my mileage, started icing it on non-running days, and it finally went away a week and a half later.<br /><br />I did see my doctor and she set me up with an appointment for a bone scan next week to be sure it's not a stress fracture. If it's a stress fracture, that means 6 weeks no running... at my discretion...<br /><br />Today I have my final 20-miler beginning in about an hour. I need to be smart. I'm probably doing closer to 17 instead, and I plan to really take it easy on my foot, at the first sign of pain.<br /><br />Wish me luck!<br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />Update from 7:25 this a.m.... I wised up and I'm not running 20 miles this morning. I don't want to risk really injuring my foot today. I'm going to wait until I get my bone scan done on Wednesday before I make any decisions... And I'll hit the stationary bike at the gym until then.<br /><br />I was putting an ace bandage on this morning and trying to loosen my shoelaces so my foot would comfortably fit in my shoe and I thought, "this is a bad idea..."<br /><br />So Kelli and I are going to swing by the farmers market instead... time to hit the shower...wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-58731151293454514012008-09-11T09:25:00.000-07:002008-09-14T07:31:36.098-07:00Time flies...So... how in the heck is it Mid September already?!!?<br /><br />I've had so many things to say and no time to get them on the blog! Well here's a quick recap of what's been going on in my world for the last month and a half:<br /><br />In Life:<br /><br />- I'm getting promoted at work! Nothing feels better than knowing you're kicking ass at work, but now the never-ended flow of work has started to appear on my plate. (Like working everyday after work, and through the weekend, and still having to do an all-nighter yesterday... sigh...)<br /><br />Which really explains my lack of internet presence lately. I'm ALWAYS on my computer, but the second I don't have to, I won't... I'll try to be better about responding to emails and updating sites, and someday making a facebook account.<br /><br />In Running:<br />I have successfully completed my 16, 18, and 20-mile training runs... and they were every bit as painful as they sound! Thanks to some encouragement from <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/alisonLSU/">Alison</a>, I have started taking ice baths afterward. Which are also just as painful as they sound. But they make a huge difference! The first 30 seconds is miserable, then it's just a matter of holding still.<br /><br />Holly rode her bike for three grueling hours with me on my 16-mile run. And I'm excited to see her compete in the Kirkland Triathlon next weekend!<br /><br />Sarah was wonderful enough to meet me along the trail and run a 3 mile and 2 mile section of my 20-miler. I don't know if I could have done it without her! And we've been doing wednesday runs, which have also been a tremendous help.<br /><br />Brie was awesome and ran a relatively scary route with me the other morning. It's getting dark so early already!<br /><br />I have my final 20-miler coming up this weekend. Kelli has graciously volunteered to ride her bike from Seattle to Redhook Brewery with me. Any takers on running the last three miles?<br /><br />I'll be running the weekend after next with <a href="http://10minutemile.blogspot.com/">Deb</a>, who is taking the Philly Marathon by storm in November.<br /><br />And of course, my wonderful <a href="http://ralphwiggum4pres.blogspot.com/">Matt </a>has been continuing his encouragement and support by picking me up from the run I couldn't finish, and the runs I did, then taking me to starbucks for chocolate milk immediately afterward. He has also been to person to announce to all of our friends how far I've run the morning before we do anything.<br /><br />I guess I'm just feeling very grateful for all my friends and family and how supportive they have been while I'm trying to accomplish this major feat. I've had to give up a lot of my social life for long solitary runs. Even though through running I've had the opportunity for a lot of self-reflection, personal development, and success... I'm ready to get this fucker over with! :)<br /><br />So thanks everybody!<br /><br /><br />More to come soon! Stay tuned for blog posts on:<br />-The end of my first year of running<br />-The Garmin 305<br />-Gear that I love<br />-The last 20 before the big day<br />-Is that lump on my foot a bone spur?<br />-What the hell do you do after you've run a marathon...?wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-29712132759512530572008-08-06T21:33:00.001-07:002008-08-06T21:34:29.902-07:00hehehe...<a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/01/26/27-marathons/">pretty funny...</a>wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-38053199099435996892008-08-06T20:53:00.000-07:002008-08-06T21:37:59.959-07:00UpdatesSoooo... I ran my 16-miler and lived to tell the tale! It actually went surprisingly well! Having Holly riding her bike along side me really helped me miss a few miles and helped me to keep going!<br /><br />Miles 1-10 went pretty smoothly. I stopped at mile 6 for some fuel, then again at mile 10. Then something magical happened... From mile 10-12 my body was totally in autopilot. It was the weirdest feeling! It was like I inhabited this robot that was just running. I honestly had no say in the pace (which was pretty good and maintainable), nor my ability to stop.<br /><br />Holly stopped at one of the parks to use the facilities, and I continued on foot. Only I used her absence as my excuse to see how fast this robot body could go, and my pace picked up! Mile 12-13 was easily my fastest mile! Just slightly under 10 minutes!<br /><br />I told myself I could stop at mile 13, to eat something and to stop at a water fountain. At this point I had been going for almost 3 hours and was running low on fluids in my hydration belt.<br /><br />In retrospect, I shouldn't have stopped. Or walked for so long, I was walking for about 2 minutes when Holly caught up with me. This also coincided with the rigor mortis setting in. When I started back up again it felt like I was trying to run on wooden pegs. I slowed waaaaaaay down, too.<br /><br />Miles 13-15 were painfully slow, yet satisfying. This trail is where a lot of my runs have ended, so I'm familiar with landmarks and things that let me know how much further I have to go. I kept trying to bargain with myself that I could walk at the two mile mark, or the one mile mark... but I know that I need to be a tougher mental athlete, so I didn't stop. Soon we were at the Wall of Death, which meant one more mile.<br /><br />I don't know if it was a second wind, or just the sheer excitement to get this over with, but I was able to muster up enough energy to start picking up the pace again. Then some walkers were coming on to the trail, which gave me an excuse to pick up the pace, yet again. Before I knew it I was in an all-out sprint for the end of the trail!<br /><br />I finished in 3:21:28... not terrible, but I wasn't too concerned with time for this one.<br /><br />What was terrible, however, were the aches and pains that seemed to instantly inflame my legs. I went over to the grass at gasworks to stretch out, but ended up just sitting down. My legs couldn't support my weight any longer.<br /><br />I spent a few minutes sitting there in shade while Holly practiced some of her bike-run transitions in the parking lot, then we went to grab some coffee.<br /><br />Once we got to the coffee shop, my legs felt OK! I was a little stiff, especially on the stairs... but I didn't feel quite as destroyed as I felt right after the run was over.<br /><br />I went home elevated my legs and took a short nap, then I was out amongst the normal people... and able to walk like a girl! I'm so grateful that my recovery time isn't what it used to be! I really only need an hour or so after the run to really relax, then everything seems to fall back into place!<br /><br />Soooooo... this week I'm back down to 10 miles, then the next week is... dun dun dun... 18 miles! I need to figure out where I'll do my 18 and 20-milers. It might be kind of cool to go out 20 miles, and get picked up... just to see how far I can run...<br /><br />to Kenmore perhaps?<br /><br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />In other news, swimming laps is really flippin' hard! Yesterday was my first attempt at swimming laps. We went to the outdoor pool in West Seattle, and it was divine! The weather was nice and warm, and so was the water :)<br /><br />The pool was 50 feet long (as opposed to most pools which are 38 feet long). I did 6 out and backs, with significant resting periods between each lap. I couldn't believe how quickly my heart rate shot up while trying to swim a significant distance. The most bizarre feeling is sweating while you're submerged in water...<br /><br />Swimming proved to be the perfect cross-training activity, as I worked out the kink in my hamstring from my speed work the night before. Today I was walking on fresh legs!<br /><br />So maybe after the marathon I'll learn to swim? I mean, there were plenty of other people finishing out their laps in a doggie paddle...<br /><br />Oh wait..<br /><br />that was just me...<br /><br />Whatever, I ran 16 miles last weekend, AND I can doggie paddle with the best of them! :)wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-31644745307444598952008-08-02T07:08:00.000-07:002008-08-02T07:12:43.351-07:00Where we're going, we don't need roads...I am about to embark on a journey into uncharted territory...<br /><br />in more ways than one.<br /><br />This morning I'm running 16 miles. The furthest I have ever run in my life. I hear this one is going to be a hard one. Luckily, my friend, Holly, has been gracious enough to volunteer to ride her bike along side me.<br /><br />My 14-miler was fantastic! I finished it in 2:40, which is only 2 minutes after my Vancouver Half time. I'm expecting this run to take me well into 3 hours of running... I don't even know how to plan for that.<br /><br />We're also heading 8 miles out along the Burke-Gilman trail. I've never been more than 3 miles out...<br /><br />Wish me luck!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-10357220046279356702008-07-30T05:52:00.000-07:002008-07-30T06:22:21.642-07:00My body is falling apart... sort ofLast night one of my toe nails popped off...<br /><br />I guess that makes me an official runner!<br /><br />hahaha :) No, but I've known I was going to lose two of my toe nails, the other one still looks like it's ready to go at any time. If toes had the same names as their corresponding finger, I would be talking about my pointer toes. (Second in from the big toe) But in the world of toes, those ones would probably be ring toes, that's where I always wore my toe rings.<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />In other news, I finally made it to the doctor to check out my gall bladder. My doc was already talking surgery before he even sent me to get my ultrasound. Which freaked me out. On my health history I had checked off weight loss, so he asked me about it. When I told him I had lost 86 pounds his immediate response was, "On purpose?!"<br /><br />Who <span style="font-style: italic;">accidentally</span> loses 86 pounds, really? I could see 5, 10, 15, maybe 20... but 86? It takes a lot a freaking hard work to lose 86!<br /><br />Anyway, I think he could have handled that situation a little better. I didn't really dig him from the start. He had on a gold chain and some of his chest hair was poking out of his scrubs. He totally struck me as the kind of guy that would have been a lot nicer if I had blonde hair and fake boobs.<br /><br />But who does this guy think he is? He does colonoscopies for a living?<br /><br />Meh, now I'm just being mean. Needless to say, I'll be looking for a new gastroendenologist.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I had an ultrasound on Wednesday and I got to see my stones on the monitor... they're going to be soccer players!<br /><br />I have two small stones, and apparently the small ones are the more painful ones. I asked my ultrasound technician if my stones and me can have a peaceful coexistence; one where I don't feed them anything that makes them angry, and inturn they don't make feel so sick I want to die.<br /><br />She said it is possible. My gallbladder is not infected, so it doesn't <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to come out.<br /><br />There's a little ray of hope! :)<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Normally I don't think I know more than doctors. In fact, I know I don't know more than doctors. But I really don't want to have surgery if I don't have to. If they remove my entire gallbladder it'll mean an overnight stay in the hospital (something I've never had to do), and at least a month before I can return to any form of strenuous exercising.<br /><br />Even though the pain is pretty bad I know I can control it through diet. And I know I can get through it for at least the next two months.<br /><br />I'm pretty much refusing to let surgery get in the way of my training for the portland marathon. I've worked too hard and I just want to make it to Portland so that I can take a break afterward. A real one.<br /><br />In the mean time, my mom is researching my holistic medicine options, and I'll be avoiding Cheez-its, french fries, and excessive amounts of dairy. We can get through this!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Even though it seems like my body is falling apart, the rest of me is incredibly healthy! Blood pressure, blood sugar, cholesterol, my insides... all in terrific shape! The guy who took my blood pressure was surprised at how "normal" it was. He asked me if it's always that low...<br /><br />I dunno? I guess so, right?<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />That concludes this health update :) Hope everyone else is feeling as healthy and vibrant as possible!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-82340622290705524502008-07-16T21:20:00.000-07:002008-07-16T21:49:26.328-07:00So where's this slow and steady race?I am the slowest runner, ever.<br /><br />period.<br /><br />ever.<br /><br />exclamation point!<br /><br />As I embark on this marathon journey I realize I'm going to be doing the majority of my long runs on my own. Which is fine, I'm perfectly good company for the first nine miles... then I'll talk to just about anyone who passes me. Don't be surprised when you start getting calls from the road! I'm just not used to being solely responsible for my pace.<br /><br />My first official long run after the Seafair Half Marathon was an 11.2 mile run... over queen anne hill, around lake union, and back over queen anne hill. It took me 2:25! Granted, I did run the queen anne hill twice, and I wasn't really on fresh legs, but still! I averaged 13 minute-miles! Yeesh, some people walk that fast!<br /><br />Here's the loop:<br /><iframe src="http://js.mapmyfitness.com/embed/blogview.html?r=bd379ef4251c11f3d1b087886de864a0&u=m&t=run" frameborder="0" height="450" width="550">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/united-states/wa/seattle/406543320"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;11 mile Lake Union Loop&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br/&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/find-run/united-states/wa/seattle"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Find more Runs in Seattle, Washington&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><!-- MMF PARTNER TOOL --><br /><br />I highly recommend it! It was a beautiful run. The best part was getting to the other side of the lake and seeing buildings I had just ran by look so small in the distance. I mean, this was a fantastic long run! The problem was my heart rate only raised above 165 when I was running up hill. I held back and fell into a nice easy pace that I could have kept up all day.<br /><br />But who wants to run all day?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20158162,00.html"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 233px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/news/071119/katie_holmes180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My only motivation for getting faster is that I just don't want to be running for 6+ hours to finish the 26.2! I'm not talking about running a sub 4-hour marathon... I'm thinking between 5:15 and 5:45. (And hey, I would be ecstatic to beat Katie Holmes' time. Hey, it looks like we might have the same pants!)<br /><br />Last weekend I did a 10-mile long run, and it took me 1:56. Not too shabby... And yesterday I ran 6 miles in 1:06. I'm totally happy with that, too!<br /><br />What I need to learn is how hard to push myself. I dream of being able to just bust out 10-minute miles with no effort necessary. What I'm now realizing is that if I want to run 10-minute miles, I need to keep running miles at that pace and eventually it will get easier. Or at least striving for that pace. My 6-mile run was definitely not easy. I really had to push the last two miles to keep up the pace.<br /><br />I think I've found the difference between jogging and running. When I'm jogging, I can run for days at a super slow pace. When I'm running, I'm pushing and trying to gage how hard to push so I have enough endurance to las the whole run.<br /><br />Tomorrow morning I'm doing some speed work again. I did some track workouts with Holly on Monday and it was awesome! I wish the track by me wasn't so scary :)<br /><br />I also think it might be time to step up the gear... I'm really thinking about getting a heart rate monitor that tracks mileage and pace... A big investment, but it will really help me on my long runs.<br /><br />I want to go fast!!! Now I need to work for it!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-71478010062449479392008-07-02T20:51:00.001-07:002008-07-02T21:32:20.684-07:00Who am I?Yesterday I was walking over to Jessica's apartment and I saw it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d3/Taco_Bell_logo.svg/150px-Taco_Bell_logo.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 145px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/d3/Taco_Bell_logo.svg/150px-Taco_Bell_logo.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They are building a TACO BELL less than a block from my friggin' apartment! This is going to be the ultimate test!<br /><br />Most people who know me know of my deep and profound love of the bell. Even the logo is so inviting with it's hip, fresh colors, to match it's hip fresh(?) food! Even a glimpse of the logo can get my salivation glands going like one of Pavlov's dogs.<br /><br />Mmmm... bean burritos, chalupas, mexican pizza, mexi-tots, Cheesey bean and rice burrito... MMmmmmm.... listen to my inner-fatty roar! RRRaaaaaarrrrr yom yom yom!<br /><br />The good news is the Bell has not opened yet... It looks like we're still a few weeks away before the test begins.<br /><br />Damn! And I had been doing so well... is this going to be my kryptonite?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I think I'm going to be OK. I haven't been to Taco Bell in over seven months. If this had happened last year I think it would have been a real problem. But now I know the only days I can visit the Bell is after running for 2 hours so I can quickly burn through all the APs I'm earning. I'll have to get a shirt with the Taco Bell logo and a line that says, "This is why I run!"<br /><br />Then it hit me, I'm referring to myself as two different people.<br /><br />Old Me<br /><br />and<br /><br />New Me<br /><br /><br />Old me would be ecstatic that I don't have to drive 15 minutes to the nearest taco bell, and I can waddle down the street into cheesey goodness.<br /><br />New me is frightened by the idea of Taco Bell being so close to my home, and was immediately grateful that it is out my back door instead of the front door near subway.<br /><br />Wow!<br /><br />I think I've made the transformation into thinking like a healthy person. Well, healthier... When I started to think about everything that I've changed in the last year it all made sense: I've become a different person!<br /><br />A year ago if you had told me I was going to run a half marathon on the hottest day of the year, I would have told you you were full of it! There's no way I could even run a quarter of a mile! Well, Matt maintains I would have said, "Shut up and hand me a piece of pizza, don't forget the ranch!" Which is probably more accurate... :)<br /><br />I've noticed how I'm physically becoming another person, I don't even recognize certain parts of my body anymore. My hands are so strong looking and have bulging veins... instead of the chubby 12-year old hands I've had my entire life. I'm starting to see and feel muscles in my legs that I've never seen before! <br /><br />I still feel like I'm me... but I'm in a different me suit. And with different priorities. A year ago a friend asked me what the top five things were that make me happy... was it sad that three of them were food?<br /><br />5. Tup Tim Thai's Pad See Ew<br />4. Chicken Tikka Masala<br />3. Anything with cheese melted on it<br />2. My friends<br />1. Matt and my family<br /><br /><br /><br />What would be five things that make me happy now?<br /><br />5. Design and excelling at work<br />4. Finishing a long run<br />3. My friends<br />2. Matt and my family<br />1. Feeling confident and proud of all that I have accomplished<br /><br /><br />Well, now that I realize I'm transforming into a new person, it's time to decide who I want to be. There are definitely different areas of my personality that could stand to be improved. And I've learned how to make changes in my life. Start small and before you know it, you've turned your whole life around! Besides, it's never too late to be who you could have been!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497680945473549375.post-53631174157933035532008-06-30T19:05:00.000-07:002008-06-30T22:02:42.231-07:00I have been to purgatory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2008/06/29/2008024170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2008/06/29/2008024170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yesterday I finished my second half marathon during the hottest day of the year in Seattle. It also happened to be the hilliest course I have ever run.<br /><br />We'll start with the good part... like the first 5 miles were no problem. It was a little warm, but we ran across the 520 Bridge (photo to the left) and had the benefit of a nice cool breeze coming off the water. I couldn't even believe we had been running for an hour already!<br /><br />Everything was going fine until I saw the 7 mile marker...<br /><br />half way up a hill.<br /><br />Wait a second... this course was supposed to be flat! I had checked the course elevation map and the biggest hill should be coming between mile 11 and mile 12 (coincidentally the hardest mile in a half marathon, right?) Here's the course map provided by<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seafairmarathon.com/images/Seafair_Marathon_MapB.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://seafairmarathon.com/images/Seafair_Marathon_MapB.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> the race (to the right), which shows some rolling hills, but for the most part, a fairly manageable course.<br /><br />Chris and I are able to get through the first two hills. There are some wonderful spectators on their lawns wetting us down with their hose and sprinklers. It feels great for a moment before all the water evaporates off my skin...<br /><br />Damn, it's hot.<br /><br />We get the satisfaction of running down hill, only to turn the corner and see...<br /><br />another incline?!?!<br /><br />I started running up it, but I was going so slow I knew I had to walk... it was too much. My heart was pounding and I could not cool off. I checked my heart rate monitor... 178! And I'm walking... partially in the shade!<br /><br />As a reference for me, here's how the heart rates break down:<br /><br />165- Nice, easy 11 minute-mile<br />175 - Pushing for a 10+ minute-mile<br />180- Running uphill in cool weather<br />189- Heart is about to pound out of my chest, incredibly uncomfortable<br /><br />I realize I need to to take it easy, especially if I want to have anything left for those last dreaded miles. I stopped at every water station and walked while I downed glucose and water.<br /><br />I'm able to keep chugging along, but this part of the race was definitely challenging. I knew Deb would be at mile 10.5, so I had to at least make it that far!<br /><br />Deb was actually a little past mile 11, which actually made all of mile 10 go by much more quickly! She asked how it was going, all I could say was, "this sucks!"<br /><br />I knew I only had two miles to go, but I started to feel all sorts of strange sensations in my body. My hands had swollen to the point where it was painful to try to close my fingers. My feet were swollen and my shoes felt so tight. My left ankle shot pain up my leg with each step, meanwhile my right hamstring felt like it was on the verge of cramping.<br /><br />And I had the chills! I could feel the goosebumps showing up on my arms, and I felt cold, yet feverish. I even starting getting a tingling sensation on my face.<br /><br />Then Chris and I hit the even larger hill. I knew I had to walk it. We both decided to walk to the top and see how we felt about running the downhill afterward. As we were walking Chris saw this gal we had started with. Her shirt said, " I thought this was supposed to be a beer run!" She really wanted to beat her, so she picked up the pace.<br /><br />I did not.<br /><br />I felt like I was lucky to be walking at this point.<br /><br />I came to the mile 12 marker, only a mile to go... slightly downhill. I started to run again. I was sooooo slow. I just could not muster enough strength to pick up the pace. I could see Chris off in the distance. But she was too far. I couldn't catch up. I just had to take it at my own, very slow, pace.<br /><br />Before I knew it, I turned the corner and I was in the shoot and could see the finish line. It's funny, at this point during Vancouver I started choking up because I was so proud of my accomplishment. This time, they were literally tears of joy. I knew not to let myself totally cry because I can't breathe, but I didn't care, I was sooooo excited for this to be over!<br /><br />Then some dude started coming up on my left... No way Jose! I somehow found some strength to pick up the pace and finish before him!<br /><br />And then there was watermelon! Woo hoo! I could not think of a better post-race treat! My face was covered in watermelon by the time I met up with Deb, Chris, and Chris' family.<br /><br />I don't even care about my time, or the fact that I had to walk more than I would have liked. I am so ecstatic that experience is over. I was so nervous the night before and it turns out, the race was even more terrible than I had imagined it would be. But I survived!<br /><br />Chris later emailed me the actual course elevation and map:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bCL8U7d64uGO87gyLHTgUKiXU_mlSsQwzP20dvAVo2-6DkgoWMd7NmSEzDjt1DYMGMngzDGsnEjPmAX6rh8scOCEiIhvHywghYlgmozotlR8Nsanw-CTSVrE2IgLcZOUsp-gUVDUL-0w/s1600-h/seaFair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bCL8U7d64uGO87gyLHTgUKiXU_mlSsQwzP20dvAVo2-6DkgoWMd7NmSEzDjt1DYMGMngzDGsnEjPmAX6rh8scOCEiIhvHywghYlgmozotlR8Nsanw-CTSVrE2IgLcZOUsp-gUVDUL-0w/s320/seaFair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217905327356345394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, that's more what it felt like. Every agonizing step... But I couldn't be more happy that I did it. I probably won't put myself through that again... but now I really know that even when things seem terrible, if I just put my head down and take one step at a time, I'll get through it.<br /><br />I'm too stubborn not to.<br /><br />Portland, here I come!wachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823762496302918214noreply@blogger.com2