I'm just going to post-date the review of the BAA race. It's holding up my efforts to actually write about my daily running.
Let's get on with the bad news. I got a new, bad ache in my left foot today. Now keep in mind that my IT band problems are exclusively in the right leg. This sensation showed up about 1 mile into my run. I was going at a slow, easy jog along the Charles when I started to notice a tired muscle ache in the top of my ankle with every step.
The ache grew and grew until it was acute pain. I stopped. I stretched. I tried again for approximately 100 yards. It came on rapidly and I stopped again. I gave my foot a mental pep talk, which appeared to have no effect. So I turned back around. I executed a slightly pathetic limp-jog for a distance, walked, then limp-jogged some more. The running part itself accumulated to about 1.5 miles by the time I got myself back to the gym.
I used the upright bike to complete a cardio workout, then foam rolled, did some of the leg strengthening PT exercises and stretched to finish. It's now about 3 hours later. The top of my ankle has a subtle ache in the background when I move the leg around. That's about it.
My theories about what is wrong revolve around (a) my Dankso clogs which are horrible for my feet, (b) the 7 miles I spent marching rapidly around Boston this weekend in poor shoes, (c) my totally annihilated gym running shoes, and (d) the theory that I'm comping for my right IT band so much that its changed my gait and is bothering my left foot now in unforeseen ways.
I'm going to go for a jog in the morning, so we'll see if it lasts. I'm going to stick to 3 miles in my newer home running shoes, nice and easy.
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Showing posts with label half marathon. Show all posts
Review: B.A.A. Half Marathon
Friday, October 22, 2010 fall races, half marathon, race, race results
B.A.A. Half Marathon: October 10, 2010
As promised, let me tell you about how the much anticipated half went down. As a refresher, I had this brilliant plan in July to run my first sub-2:00 half marathon. I don't remember smoking anything at the time, but for whatever reason, this seemed entirely reasonably for me to accomplish after being out with an injury for six months. It was, at the very least, motivating.
I got a low mileage plan with a nice balance of two easy runs, a speed workout and a long run per week. It quickly went to pot, but what's new? I ended up with my IT band aching like a mother about three weeks before the race, and the last two weeks I just straight up did nothing in order to prevent further injury.
So Sunday morning rolls around. I'd gone to bed at 9pm the night before with my alarm set for 5:30am. The race started at 8:30, but I was anticipating at least an hour to get out to Franklin Park given that it was going to take me two unreliable Sunday-schedule train rides and a shuttle.
Dana-Farber also scheduled the team photo for 8:00am with the gathering time at 7:45am. My plan was to leave the house by 6:30am. I left at 6:45, which got me at the train station for 6:55am. There waiting on the platform was another runner who was up from North Carolina to run the race for her 50th birthday. She too was running for DFCI, so we chatted about our goals, our fundraising, our running experience, our mutual suspicion that we were going to miss the group photo.
We kept each other company from blue line to orange line to the runners' shuttle, and then jogged over to the stands at 8:05 for the last couple of DFCI photos. Needless to say that I am not in the final photos they posted online.
Singlets, bibs, etc. all arrived via mail, so the only thing to do for the next 25 minutes was bag check and port-o-johns. It was a chilly morning, very chilly, but I knew the minute I got on the road, I'd be too hot in long sleeves. I bravely dropped off my bag along with my long sleeve shirt and jacket. I then shivered my way towards the bathroom lines.
On the way over, I ran into Arun from work/gym. I told him about my doubts about finishing today, he showed me a new stretch for the IT band and we waited in line together. While we chatted, he asks if I'd used the gel tablets. I was confused a minute, then he pulled out his bag of fixes which contained little green iboprofen gel tablets. I was like "Oh, yeah, I took a couple." And he's like "No, I mean, topically." At this point I was introduced to the art of stabbing the gel tab with a swiss army knife and slathering your injury with the anti-inflammatory. Even if it didn't work, I was still ready to try anything to get through the race.
We were some of the last runners waiting in line for the portojohns - everyone was, as can be expected, a little frantic. We heard the national anthem, a lot of talk, some more singing, and then about 10 minutes after the official start. I jogged over to the starting line where everyone was still waiting around. My actual start was somewhere around 4 minutes past the gun time, simply because the number of runners was relatively large and fast. Knowing my injuries, I settled into the 10min+ pace group.
The Emerald Necklace is beautiful. The roads are smooth with gently rolling hills. The temperature was perfectly around 60F. It was just a beautiful day for a race.
The course itself starts out at a decline, which started me out optimistic. I didn't figure I'd last long enough to have to go back up it again. By mile 5, my right knee started to ache, the IT band subtly flaring up. I didn't drink until mile 7 or 8. It was around maybe 9 that I popped a couple of clif blocks since I'd gone with a yogurt-breakfast that morning - not a hearty fuel. That provided me with a short-lived kick of energy. I swapped to the Gatorade Endurance around that time as well. The pain in my knee was manageable through this period. My fitness level was questionable.
I maintained a little above a 10 min/mile average the first 10 miles, miraculously. It's around the last three miles that my truncated training failed me (I never did a run over 10 miles this summer), and that's also when the course went up hill. This one brutal hill actually slowed me to a walk. I was feeling pain in my left knee just below my patella in addition to my usual right ITBS. Mile 11 was a jog-walk. Mile 12 was where my calves started cramping up on the hills and I came down with stomach cramps. Mile 13 was just a flat-out disaster.
The course heads through the Zoo in the last half mile before reaching the stadium. It curved through some swamp grass on a dirt trail and ran us past an anteater (First race with an anteater as spectator - he looked unimpressed by our efforts). I was power-walking like a crippled old woman at that point. I only picked back up to a jog as we headed out of the zoo, into the park and towards the first of the crowds near the stadium. I made it past the crowds, keeping a brave face, then slowed back down again once we ducked around behind the stadium.
That last 0.1 mile? Lame. It should be inspirational to burst through onto the track with spectators crowding the stands. It was not. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I knew I could pass like 6-7 people in order to at least be 6-7 places ahead in the standings. My time was brutally bad at this point. So with what little energy I had left, I sprinted around the track and through the finish line.
I immediately halted to a pained walk like 2 feet over the kickboard that hides the detectors. No one was directly behind me, thank goodness. I know, I was a jerk, but I was beat up. I dragged myself over to the medical tent only to learn that they were out of ice and I should come back later. Sweet.
I got my medal, loaded up on post-workout food/drink stuffs, and called my friend to meet up. I posed for a couple of post-race photos in my jazzy new long-sleeve Adidas-sponsored finishers t-shirt, and returned for some ice. I then walked off and collapsed in the field until my friend found me.
What a day. The statistics on my run are humiliating, but I'm just happy I finished the damned thing. I was not prepared. I was injured. And I had no business running a half marathon. It was great though. I promised myself that I was going to start taking better care of my knee so that I could do this again next year - and actually rock out.
As promised, let me tell you about how the much anticipated half went down. As a refresher, I had this brilliant plan in July to run my first sub-2:00 half marathon. I don't remember smoking anything at the time, but for whatever reason, this seemed entirely reasonably for me to accomplish after being out with an injury for six months. It was, at the very least, motivating.
I got a low mileage plan with a nice balance of two easy runs, a speed workout and a long run per week. It quickly went to pot, but what's new? I ended up with my IT band aching like a mother about three weeks before the race, and the last two weeks I just straight up did nothing in order to prevent further injury.
So Sunday morning rolls around. I'd gone to bed at 9pm the night before with my alarm set for 5:30am. The race started at 8:30, but I was anticipating at least an hour to get out to Franklin Park given that it was going to take me two unreliable Sunday-schedule train rides and a shuttle.
Dana-Farber also scheduled the team photo for 8:00am with the gathering time at 7:45am. My plan was to leave the house by 6:30am. I left at 6:45, which got me at the train station for 6:55am. There waiting on the platform was another runner who was up from North Carolina to run the race for her 50th birthday. She too was running for DFCI, so we chatted about our goals, our fundraising, our running experience, our mutual suspicion that we were going to miss the group photo.
We kept each other company from blue line to orange line to the runners' shuttle, and then jogged over to the stands at 8:05 for the last couple of DFCI photos. Needless to say that I am not in the final photos they posted online.
Singlets, bibs, etc. all arrived via mail, so the only thing to do for the next 25 minutes was bag check and port-o-johns. It was a chilly morning, very chilly, but I knew the minute I got on the road, I'd be too hot in long sleeves. I bravely dropped off my bag along with my long sleeve shirt and jacket. I then shivered my way towards the bathroom lines.
On the way over, I ran into Arun from work/gym. I told him about my doubts about finishing today, he showed me a new stretch for the IT band and we waited in line together. While we chatted, he asks if I'd used the gel tablets. I was confused a minute, then he pulled out his bag of fixes which contained little green iboprofen gel tablets. I was like "Oh, yeah, I took a couple." And he's like "No, I mean, topically." At this point I was introduced to the art of stabbing the gel tab with a swiss army knife and slathering your injury with the anti-inflammatory. Even if it didn't work, I was still ready to try anything to get through the race.
We were some of the last runners waiting in line for the portojohns - everyone was, as can be expected, a little frantic. We heard the national anthem, a lot of talk, some more singing, and then about 10 minutes after the official start. I jogged over to the starting line where everyone was still waiting around. My actual start was somewhere around 4 minutes past the gun time, simply because the number of runners was relatively large and fast. Knowing my injuries, I settled into the 10min+ pace group.
The Emerald Necklace is beautiful. The roads are smooth with gently rolling hills. The temperature was perfectly around 60F. It was just a beautiful day for a race.
The course itself starts out at a decline, which started me out optimistic. I didn't figure I'd last long enough to have to go back up it again. By mile 5, my right knee started to ache, the IT band subtly flaring up. I didn't drink until mile 7 or 8. It was around maybe 9 that I popped a couple of clif blocks since I'd gone with a yogurt-breakfast that morning - not a hearty fuel. That provided me with a short-lived kick of energy. I swapped to the Gatorade Endurance around that time as well. The pain in my knee was manageable through this period. My fitness level was questionable.
I maintained a little above a 10 min/mile average the first 10 miles, miraculously. It's around the last three miles that my truncated training failed me (I never did a run over 10 miles this summer), and that's also when the course went up hill. This one brutal hill actually slowed me to a walk. I was feeling pain in my left knee just below my patella in addition to my usual right ITBS. Mile 11 was a jog-walk. Mile 12 was where my calves started cramping up on the hills and I came down with stomach cramps. Mile 13 was just a flat-out disaster.
The course heads through the Zoo in the last half mile before reaching the stadium. It curved through some swamp grass on a dirt trail and ran us past an anteater (First race with an anteater as spectator - he looked unimpressed by our efforts). I was power-walking like a crippled old woman at that point. I only picked back up to a jog as we headed out of the zoo, into the park and towards the first of the crowds near the stadium. I made it past the crowds, keeping a brave face, then slowed back down again once we ducked around behind the stadium.
That last 0.1 mile? Lame. It should be inspirational to burst through onto the track with spectators crowding the stands. It was not. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I knew I could pass like 6-7 people in order to at least be 6-7 places ahead in the standings. My time was brutally bad at this point. So with what little energy I had left, I sprinted around the track and through the finish line.
I immediately halted to a pained walk like 2 feet over the kickboard that hides the detectors. No one was directly behind me, thank goodness. I know, I was a jerk, but I was beat up. I dragged myself over to the medical tent only to learn that they were out of ice and I should come back later. Sweet.
I got my medal, loaded up on post-workout food/drink stuffs, and called my friend to meet up. I posed for a couple of post-race photos in my jazzy new long-sleeve Adidas-sponsored finishers t-shirt, and returned for some ice. I then walked off and collapsed in the field until my friend found me.
What a day. The statistics on my run are humiliating, but I'm just happy I finished the damned thing. I was not prepared. I was injured. And I had no business running a half marathon. It was great though. I promised myself that I was going to start taking better care of my knee so that I could do this again next year - and actually rock out.
Maine Coast Half Marathon - 11/8/2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009 fall races, half marathon, maine, maine coast half marathon
The 2009 Harvard Pilgrim Maine Coast Half Marathon
Sunday November 8th - York, Maine
All-Female Half Marathon + One Lucky Guy in York, ME.
It was an absolutely gorgeous morning, with the sun shining but cool enough to go sleeveless after the first mile. Surprising, challenging hills in the residential coastal area. A tiny expo, but I spent an hour sorting through really cool wicking headbands with clever sayings and hats with pony-tail openings by Bondi Band.
Gear:
Irish Sox hat
Pale blue Nike long sleeve wicking t-shirt
Blue/teal spaghetti strap tank
Grey Nike tights
Landreth 8
Pouch belt w/camera
Race Support:
Spotty "official" support, but amazing community support
Lots of water just brought out my families
Cheering all along the course, people at the end of driveways
Amazing food at the end: apple cider, pizza, homemade vegetable soup, naked granola, mini Luna bars
Race course:
Photos
Katherine Switzer with the "One Lucky Guy" who got to run with us
Starting the race:
Apple cider and Luna bars!
Homemade vegetable soup:
Finisher's medal, heading home:
Sunday November 8th - York, Maine
All-Female Half Marathon + One Lucky Guy in York, ME.
It was an absolutely gorgeous morning, with the sun shining but cool enough to go sleeveless after the first mile. Surprising, challenging hills in the residential coastal area. A tiny expo, but I spent an hour sorting through really cool wicking headbands with clever sayings and hats with pony-tail openings by Bondi Band.
Gear:
Irish Sox hat
Pale blue Nike long sleeve wicking t-shirt
Blue/teal spaghetti strap tank
Grey Nike tights
Landreth 8
Pouch belt w/camera
Race Support:
Spotty "official" support, but amazing community support
Lots of water just brought out my families
Cheering all along the course, people at the end of driveways
Amazing food at the end: apple cider, pizza, homemade vegetable soup, naked granola, mini Luna bars
Race course:
Photos
Katherine Switzer with the "One Lucky Guy" who got to run with us
Starting the race:
Apple cider and Luna bars!
Homemade vegetable soup:
Finisher's medal, heading home:
Race Plans for Fall 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009 fall races, half marathon, marathons, races
As I'm not supposed to run this week, I'm instead making plans for the future. This will, of course, impact my summer training plans; providing only a month or two of non-race training. I intend to log around 20 miles per week while I'm not training. I want to maintain a 13-mile plus endurance for my long runs on the weekend. This will keep me in shape for a half marathon at the end of the summer. As I want to improve my times, I intend to really start focusing on speedwork and drills during the week. No more of these casual 4-8 mile jogs. I will run short distance with a purpose. If I can run faster at shorter distances to begin with, I can ease my way into faster longer distances when I begin marathon training for my fall races. I fully intend to take 30 minutes off from my marathon time next fall.
These are some of the races that I'm tentatively looking at:
These are some of the races that I'm tentatively looking at:
- June 28th, 2009 - Charles River Run 7.5 Miler: I might drop down to a 5k, since I expect to be dogsitting that weekend and would love to be able to run the race with Bear.
- August 29th, 2009 - CHaD Half Marathon OR September 6, 2009 - Virginia Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon: Races are expensive, so if I'm traveling for the fall marathons, I might want to save money and just run my end-of-summer half locally. I do really want to get a special RnR medal for having run a half and full this year in the series. ChaD is intense on its hills, however, so I think it would be great to prep for some serious hill training. I also know what to expect. My parents can carry me home too.
- October 18th, 2009 - Denver Marathon: The MCM was sold out, so I wanted a mid-late October marathon and Denver holds promise. It's relatively flat, cool autumn weather. New city. Small with only around 2000 participants, I believe, but still well supported - a Boston-qualifier (not that I'm qualifying)
- November 8, 2009 - Maine Coast Half Marathon: It might be asking a lot to squeeze this in between two marathons, but I really wanted to race this last year. It's in York, ME. It's a women's only race. Gorgeous scenery. Local, so my family can come out to support me!
- November 22nd, 2009 - Philadelphia Marathon: One of the biggest races, Philly is a classic that is close, beautiful and I'm familiar with the city. Well supported. Must-run.
Overly tapered
Saturday, May 23, 2009 half marathon, marathon, marathon training, tapering
Well, my boyfriend was in town, so I was busy and took my tapering a little too seriously.
Over the past two weeks since my peak run, it's been an out and out pathetic running schedule. If you even call it a schedule. More like haphazard short runs.
5/13/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch
5/16/09: 3 mile run steep hill
5/19/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch (80F+)
5/21/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch (90F+)
That's it. Yeah, I know.
I picked up my race packet this morning (5/23) for the half marathon tomorrow. I'm really going through with the full 13.1. I know that I'm going to be taking it easy while I'm in Arizona and the weather is like 100F, so I'll just be compiling it into one day. I'm going to take the run easy also, run it at marathon pace, not half pace. It will be sad that I can run it full out, but making it through the full marathon is the most important thing.
The weather is supposed to be in the 60s and raining tomorrow morning. It'll be lovely running weather! I can't wait. I really couldn't pass this up. As soon as the race is over, I head home, shower and grab my suitcase. I'm off to Arizona in the early afternoon. I'm bringing several running outfits, since I'm not 100% on the final marathon outfit. I think I know what it will be, but I'm going to test it during the half marathon tomorrow before its final.
Over the past two weeks since my peak run, it's been an out and out pathetic running schedule. If you even call it a schedule. More like haphazard short runs.
5/13/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch
5/16/09: 3 mile run steep hill
5/19/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch (80F+)
5/21/09: 4 mile fast run during lunch (90F+)
That's it. Yeah, I know.
I picked up my race packet this morning (5/23) for the half marathon tomorrow. I'm really going through with the full 13.1. I know that I'm going to be taking it easy while I'm in Arizona and the weather is like 100F, so I'll just be compiling it into one day. I'm going to take the run easy also, run it at marathon pace, not half pace. It will be sad that I can run it full out, but making it through the full marathon is the most important thing.
The weather is supposed to be in the 60s and raining tomorrow morning. It'll be lovely running weather! I can't wait. I really couldn't pass this up. As soon as the race is over, I head home, shower and grab my suitcase. I'm off to Arizona in the early afternoon. I'm bringing several running outfits, since I'm not 100% on the final marathon outfit. I think I know what it will be, but I'm going to test it during the half marathon tomorrow before its final.
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