Pasadena Marathon

The day before the marathon I was extremely excited. I love going to Expos and felt my excitement build picking up my race packet. I didn’t feel any nervousness or fear and this alone made me nervous. I don’t know why I was so confident and comfortable, but I tried to go with it. I’ve decided that actually running a marathon is a lot like gambling. There are so many important factors that contribute to a good race and if even one falls short, it could spell disaster. I think knowing that it’s not entirely up to you actually made me more relaxed.

I went to bed around 9:30 the night before and probably fell asleep around 11:30 (2 hours is falling asleep quickly for me). I slept deeply and wasn’t irritated when my alarm went off at 5:30AM. Thank goodness for local races and not having to drive long distances to get there! I laid everything out the night before and just had to decide on my racing bottoms. I went with my skirt, my original plan, because I needed the pocket to hold my phone and it matched best. I ate some oatmeal on the drive to Pasadena and about half a bottle of Propel. I was very hydrated the day before and even drank during the night so I wasn’t worried about this.

I arrived at 6:00AM and had one hour to prep and find my friends. It rained pretty hard during the night so the ground was wet and the air was still really moist. It was freezing. I found Shawna, Kristy, and the rest of the McDonough clan and we barely had time for “hello’s” before it was time to get started.

Miles 1-8: We passed the start line two minutes after the bell and Shawna and I took off the first few miles. We didn’t have to do too much weaving because there weren’t many walkers and we weren’t too fast. The first hills were miles 2-4. They were small and we were making lots of twists and turns through the residential neighborhood so it happened pretty quickly. By mile 4, I knew we’d be splitting up soon because I knew I couldn’t keep the 8:36 pace. She drifted ahead of me as we headed into the second set of hills. This set of hills would last from miles 7-10 and would take us up to the Rose Bowl. At mile 8, the half and full marathon route splits up. I was able to see Shawna one last time, I was about a minute behind her when the route splits.

Mile 8-12.5: Once the courses split, there were hardly many people. It really thinned out and everyone was pretty much on their pace with little passing. The road was a slight incline along the west side of the Rose Bowl and the golf course behind it. It loops around the golf course and then you come back down on the same road. It started to rain at mile 9. It wasn’t pouring and it actually felt pretty good. I started to notice some pain in my hip at this point. The pocked inside my skirt with my cell phone was hitting this exact spot and I think my hip was getting irritated by the constant banging. I moved my phone to my sports bra – really, a sports bra can hold anything! I did some stretching at mile 11 and tried to take the downhill. Coming into this section I noticed my knee was giving me trouble. I used to always wear a brace, but my new shoes have really helped and I haven’t had any problems for 4 months. I suspect that my knee was hurting from all the asphalt and hills so after leaving this loop I stopped at the medical tent to get my knee taped up. I didn’t like the way the lady taped it, but it actually helped and my knee pain went away.

Miles 12.5-15: This was the third set of hills and the worst. I was prepared for this to be ugly, but it really sucked. Most people were walking and I didn’t have any guilt walking myself. It was residential, but lots of people were outside banging on pots and pans so it was nice to see people. Tasha called around mile 14 and we didn’t know the area so we thought we’d see each other soon. It was a good thing I was looking for them because it was distracting me and kept me moving.

Mile 15-19: The course takes a nice turn into the ritzy neighborhoods so the streets were wider here. The sun was out and it started to get warm, but I was drenched in water. I passed an area that was littered with orange peels and from then on kept thinking about how badly I wanted an orange slice. I also ran into the CoolFit tent. These guys spray your legs down with liquid (something like IcyHot) and it instantly cools and relaxes your legs. It felt divine! I was starving at this point and really trying to stick to Ultima, but I had to have something in me so I ate the Gu Chomps I had on me. I’m so glad I brought these with me at the last minute! They were Orange flavored too so I imagined they were real oranges. At mile 19.5, I finally found Tasha and Brian. Brian ran with me for about half a mile (to go get the car) and I picked up speed and felt a bit refreshed.

Mile 20-22: This is the last out-and-back of the course. It was warm and the sun was beating down on this part of the course. I had one last hill up to mile 21 and I was trudging along. I got to the top and cruised back down. As I rounded the corner I saw a lady with a tray of oranges! I was in heaven! I took 3! I was so excited I even dropped one, but she let me grab another. I walked slowly and tried to enjoy them as much as I could. I kept telling myself that I just had an hour left. In comparison to the three hours behind, it seems short, but it felt like an eternity.

Mile 23-Finish: As I headed back down Sierra Madre and came up to mile 23 I knew I was close. I knew this area so I knew where we had to go to get to the finish. It was a very long straight until mile 25 and it was dreadful. It was so monotonous and I could not distract myself with music. I tried to stop walking, but I needed some breaks. They were quick though and I knew I was less than half an hour to the finish. Shawna texted me and she was waiting for me at mile 25.5 to run in the last bit with me. The course made two left turns and I finally saw her and knew I was so close. (This is also where I met her boyfriend for the first time, I bet I looked great!). She ran that last bit in with me and we picked it up to about a 9:00 pace. There was a short downhill and at the next light I could see the final turn. I knew the finish line would be just around that bend and I was pushing as hard as I could. I wanted to scream because the finish wasn’t close enough. I started counting in my head, knowing that in 20 seconds I’d cross the line.

I crossed the line at 4:44:28 and was so glad it was over. My first thought was, “Crap, I have to do this again in one month?!” Yikes. I felt really good though. When I finished Carlsbad I nearly fell apart. I was exhausted, hungry, and completely out of it. Although I was tired and hungry, I felt physically fine. I was really surprised that I held up so well and it given me confidence that I’m more fit and have more endurance. Now I'm really excited for the next one!

Shhh!

I'm meditating! I'm an ardent believer in the the power of positive thinking, especially if it's just days before a marathon! So please excuse me from posting, my brain is busy envisioning me feeling strong, keeping my form, controlling my mind, and basically, KICKING SOME SERIOUS ASS this weekend!

Pasadena - you're mine! You're going down!

Happy Valentine's Day!

I have no idea what happened to my template, the images disappeared and the Google answer for this was too complicated to understand. Anyways, had to change it up, do you like?

Lil Miss Sunshine

Here's today's run:

Me: Well, good morning Lil Miss Sunshine! It looks lovely outside, may I come out to play?
Lil Miss Sunshine: Certainly, come on out and bask in my sunlight! You'll love it!
28:54 later...
Me: Wow, it's REALLY hot. Will Mr. Cool Breeze be joining us today?
Lil Miss Sunshine: No, it's just the two of us, my pretty! Die! Die!
Me: Ahhhhh!!!!
Yes, I came up with that conversation as I spent the next 30 minutes trying to avoid death!

IT.WAS.THAT.HOT.

I'm in a FUNK!

Ugh. I'm really in a funk about running. Dare I even say this outloud? I hate running right now. (GASP!!) I know, I know, but let me explain.

Training for a marathon is typically 16 weeks. That's 4 months of running 3-4 days a week, plus cross-training. That's not a terribly long period of time, but being on a schedule like that for so long makes its exhausting. It's like being in school and desperately counting down the days until the end of the semester, catch my drift? I'm just sick of being on a training schedule. I want to go back to just running for fun (yes, it's possible).

See folks, this is why I want to be a hardcore marathoner (new word). In an ideal world, I'd be racing a half or full marathon every month. When I was in college and had funds from one of my many odd jobs I was racing once a month. These were much shorter distances, but I still had something to look forward to every few weeks. This was best for me because I was keeping up my endurance and distance but my training would change often enough to keep me interested. With a marathon you work so hard for so long for this one goal and then it's all over in just a few hours. I want to be at a much more elite level. I want to be able to sign up for a marathon on a whim, just a few weeks in advance and be able to handle it.

So what's holding me back? MONEY! It's a cash-flow problem, people! Reason #396 I need a job: racing is an expensive habit. Well, it could be worse. I hear cocaine is pretty expensive.

This week's runs: No Garmin this week, just trying to enjoy running
Monday: 3.5 miles
Thursday: 6 miles

Super Run 10K

Today was the big day. Leslie's first 10K! Leslie is one of my wifey friends who just had a baby 6 months ago! Hello!? Can you say "bad ass?" She's been working hard for weeks and I was thrilled to get out there and pace her today.

The race started at 7:30 and we were a bit nervous about the storm. There was a 70% chance of rain from 6-8AM, but when I left the house the rain has stopped and when we got there it was pretty dry. It was cold, but at least there was no rain. Leslie was hoping to finish in an hour and stay around a 10:00 pace. It was crowded the first 2 miles so we were pretty fast weaving around people. We had the wind on our backs the first half of the race so we had a nice push. Miles 3-4 were kind of a kick in the butt! We were getting our ass kicked by that wind! (Remember, we're in the middle of a storm, just no rain!) Aside from the wind, Leslie started lactating (see, I told you she's a bad ass!) and I have no idea what that's like, but I'm sure it doesn't feel good! (Btw, am I allowed to divulge this? Sorry! I need to paint the picture of how tough she is!) We finally hit the last bend and got the wind on our backs! Leslie started picking up the pace and was really stepping it up. I was proud, like a mama! When you can start to taste that finish line, things get rough, but she was really pushing it out. I was trying to talk her through that last bit and I'm sure that at some point she wanted to punch me in the face! haha I left her right before mile 6 to get pictures of her finishing. She came in really strong at the finish and I was beaming! I can only wish that 6 months after having a baby I can run straight through a 10K so strongly!

Mile 1: 9:18

Mile 2: 18:37

Mile 3: 30:35

(I don't remember these exactly and wasn't recording laps, oops!)

Mile 4: 41:00ish

Mile 5: 53:00ish

Mile 6: wasn't there

Finish Time: 1:04:59

Check out this chart from my Garmin. These weren't huge hills, but it sure wasn't flat!

Last Long Run

Thank goodness this marathon is getting close because I cannot fathom a long run taunting me on the calendar!

I was in Glendora over the weekend so I was a little worried about where I would be able to get 20 miles in. I always run at the top of town where it's quieter and I can run for miles without intersections, not to mention the air is much cleaner up there. I adjust this route depending on how long or short I need it to be, but the longest I've ever made it is 15 miles. I didn't know where I was going to find 5 more miles to tie in.

I started around 7:15 on Sunday morning with a few loops in my head to add hoping I could hit 20 miles. The route is right on the border of the Angeles National Forest so I decided I would climb up Glendora Mountain Road (GMR) and turn back to get some mileage and a good, gradual hill in. After the hill, I ran about 7 miles until I reached the halfway point in the run. Usually I head south and it gets busier on the road. I really didn't feel like cars/traffic/people so I turned around and went back along the mountains the way I came. This added some more hills into the run and when I got back to GMR I was feeling confident so I decided I would do it again. I was going about a mile up the road and it was tough, but it was the kind of hill that felt really good. I was huffing and puffing at the top and thoroughly embarrassed that on this particular day the firefighters were there doing some trails. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I decided to do it again (yup, it felt that good!) and then head towards my car. I was thoroughly proud of myself and feeling good and my pace really picked up on the way back to the car. I was at about 16 miles after the hills and thought I would get pretty close to 20. I was really flying and then something happened. All of a sudden, my knee did something weird and before I could even slow down my leg was off the ground and my body was not letting it touch the ground again. I hopped a few steps slowing down and tried to walk, but it hurt! I think I might have had a bad footstrike and popped my knee a bit, but I was too scared to take any chances. I walked the rest of the way to the car and it stretched out. I finished a little over 18 miles. The pain went away and I consider this to be a freak accident and a cautionary tale about uneven sidewalks.

I'm glad that big run is out of the way. I'm starting to feel confident about Pasadena. I stuck with my sports drink and never got hungry, despite skipping breakfast. I also realized that around miles 11-15 I hate life. I lose focus, get very tired, and question myself. In my last marathon, I definitely freaked out miles 15-18 so this seems about right for me. I'm really happy that after hitting those hills and getting to mile 16, I was so pumped. This gives me hope for Pasadena because I know those hills will be killer, but with each one I'll try to take some confidence. I'm feeling good about this one and might rethink my finish time. In the meantime, I'm getting a cold and I'm trying like hell to get rid of it before it gets serious. I'm going to bed early, hopefully this helps!