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Deep Thoughts….While Running

Since I’ve been running a lot in preparation for my upcoming half marathon, I have a lot of me time. To think. To ponder life’s deeper meaning. To see some really gross crap on the side of the road. Here is a mixed bag of what I’ve endured running 4 times a week for the last few months.

  • You know you just ran really far in a crappy sports bra when your boobs are chafed.
  • I saw a used pregnancy test on the side of the road. I didn’t go back to check if it was positive or negative.
  • I have discovered the reason I like running alone – so I can sing along with my iPod. Loudly.
  • Why does running long distances give me a headache?
  • I watch too much Dateline and am too much of a scaredy cat to run through a park alone. But I do it anyway.
  • Running with a jogging stroller containing a 2-year old is hard.
  • Miles logged on a treadmill should count for double.
  • I swear I saw a rat carcass on my run today. No, I don’t live in NYC.
  • As weird as it sounds, I like feeling like my legs may give out at the tail end of a long run.
  • I am very thankful that my legs haven’t ever really given out.
  • I’ve lost track of the amount of used condoms I’ve seen on the ground while running.
  • I run through neighborhoods.
  • That’s disgusting.
  • Some people drive like idiots. Causing me to leap out of the way of their speeding car.
  • I like to run. If you don’t run, you just won’t get it.

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Race Report: Lake Country Half Marathon

Well, thank you running gods, karma, God, immune system, the academy and anyone else – I did not get sick. My summer goal is officially met – I completed my first half marathon. And wow, triathlons are much harder than half marathons. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

We woke up at 5:30 and I was instantly awake and excited. Isn’t it easier to get up early for a race than for work? I was really excited and got to work eating and drinking the things I had planned. We wanted to leave at 6 a.m. Since Derek was running the 5K portion with Riley in the jogging stroller, we’d have to wake the man up a full hour before he normally rises. Cringe. NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY. But I did. And he was happy to greet the day a little earlier than normal, and I am not surprised.

I fed him a quick breakfast and we were off. I almost made a last minute decision to don my pants instead of the running skirt I was wearing – it was 46 degrees! However, I stuck with my original plan to wear my running skirt, and by mile 1, I was glad I had (that rhymed). We picked up our timing chips and made our way to the starting line. I said goodbye to the fam and took my spot in line, amongst the other 10-minute milers. Man, it was nippy while waiting for the starting gun. But it finally sounded, and we were off.

We got out onto the country road and some guy next to me was like, “A rooster!” and sure enough, there was a rooster running along side all of us. We were definitely in the country. The 5K started a few minutes after us and, since Riley knows what sound a rooster makes, he cockadoodledooed while riding in the stroller. I wish I had been there.

But I was up ahead with the half marathoners. I was feeling really good. Didn’t even notice my shin splints. It was around mile 3 that I started feeling a blister forming on my right instep. I couldn’t believe it. I did all my training without getting a blister, and here on race day, I have a blister forming with 10 miles left to go. I decided to go the denial route and pretend I didn’t feel it. So I kept going.

By mile 6 it was really bothering me. I went to a water station and asked if they had any Band-Aids. The guy doling out water was like, “Band-Aids….yeah, I’ve got Band-Aids. They’re in my car, I have to run and get them.”

At this point, I was really in a good groove and the thought of standing there waiting for this guy to go to his car and get me a Band-Aid while the clock was ticking, I just couldn’t do it. I said, “Are there any first aid stations coming up?” and he’s like, “Well you’re half way done.” Apparently there were no first aid stations along the course, which is weird. I assumed there would be. So I said, “Forget it, I can wait.” And I kept going.

A few miles later I seriously felt like I was running on bloody stumps. However, I am no wimp, so I again, ignored it and kept going.

Around 9 miles, it dawned on me that I had taken no walk breaks at all. In my training runs, I’d always stop a few times to walk. But I had done 9 miles without slowing down. I was so surprised. When I saw the mile 10 sign, I said out loud, “Oh my God.” I couldn’t believe I had made it that far – the farthest I had ever run – without walking at all. At that time, I knew what I would do. There would be no walking today.

At mile 11, I felt victorious, at mile 12, I felt happy. But then things started to get hard. It ended with a big ole hill. But then. I saw the finish line. And heard the cheer of the crowd. And I just kept going.

Thanks to my new Half Marathon Playlist, Chris Brown’s Forever was on. You know that song from that You Tube wedding video, and the parody on the Office’s episode where Jim and Pam get married? Well it was perfect for me at that time and I kicked it into high gear.

Coming down the chute I instantly saw my mom, Riley in his stroller, and Derek, who stretched out his hand for a high five while yelling, “Woooooo!” It was awesome. They announced my name as I crossed the finish line.

Time: 2:15.57

More than the fact that I finished it, or the fact that I kept up a 10:22 mile the whole time, the fact that I didn’t stop running the whole time makes me really proud. I didn’t have many expectations about this race, I just wanted to finish it. I reached my goal and more.

And judging how many other people in the race were huffing and puffing as I ran past them, I think I can push myself more next time. I can push myself much more. And yes, there will be a next time.

And this picture is way too awesome for words. My husband, accomplishing a big thing – running a 5K. While pushing our little man (who is looking right at the camera – ha!) all bundled and perfect. I love them so much.

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Ten Miles

Yesterday morning I got up early and ran ten miles. TEN MILES, people. This is all part of my half marathon training plan, but seriously. I really didn’t think I could do it.

Running is hard. Go on a treadmill right now and try to run for 10 minutes straight. It’s hard, right? Though I believe mileage accumulated on a treadmill should count for double miles. Treadmills suck and should be banished to hell along with people who wear socks with sandals and those who don’t use their blinkers when they drive.

I started the training plan about 8 weeks ago. Running three times per week, slowly adding mileage to avoid an injury. My shin splints are still in effect, but have been way better than I thought they’d be. The first hurdle was the 8 mile long run. I figured I’d just run 4 miles from my house and then turn around and run 4 miles back. But do you know that to run 4 miles from your house, you have to run really, really far away. And hello, it’s summer in Wisconsin. 90 percent humidity? HELLO?

But I did that one. As I was heading home I ran past Panera (and yes, contemplating running in and getting a bagel) and saw a little old man getting into his little old man car. I wasn’t yet delirious enough not to notice his personalized license plate. First of all, it was a veteran plate, the cute little old guy was probably in WWII, I guessed, like my grandpa. (My grandpa joined the Navy when he was 17 and couldn’t swim. He had his identical twin brother take the swimming test twice, so they could both join together.) Anyway, I noticed the little old guy’s license plate said, “Run 262”.

Good Lord, I thought. If this little old man, seriously probably 80 years old, and a VETERAN could run a marathon, what the hell was I complaining about? Eight miles and it’s hot? Wah, wah, wah. I picked up the pace.

Yesterday as I was running my 10 miles, I found myself running up a hill on the street where I ran my first ever organized 5K race. It was in 2005 and a fundraiser for brain cancer research, which claimed the life of my other grandpa (who was also a veteran. And a butcher. Not too sure what he’d think of having a vegetarian granddaughter).

I remember vividly running that race. My natural competitiveness came through as I huffed and puffed up that hill. It seemed like such a big hill 5 years ago. And yesterday? I hardly even noticed it.

I though back to that girl. On the cusp of getting married, just starting to get into running. Having no idea that I’d compete in three triathlons in the next few years (including one 4 months after having the most awesome baby ever). She was working in a job she hated. Good thing she stuck it out because now she’s got an awesome job, with an unbelievable husband, baby, dog and house.

So that’s one major accomplishment down. Add three miles to yesterday and my summer goal is met. And it’s a good thing that I get to sit on my butt at my desk all day cuz hooo doggy. My legs HURT.

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