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Stranded.

As a business traveler, I often have ample time stranded somewhere – an airport terminal, a 2-star motel in Oklahoma, actually physically trapped inside an airplane on a runway for 3 hours – to meditate on the circles of hell.

Chicago O’Hare is the first circle. Purgatory. The runway at JFK is worse. Probably like 5th circle of hell worthy. Philadelphia’s airport is even worse than JFK’s runway. It’s like middle-hell, 8th ring worthy.

I’m proud to say that I just discovered the 9th circle of hell for business travelers. May I present to you, the “gym” at Park Inn, Tulsa:

When my high school drama class performed a production of “No Exit” we should have staged it in a motel gym.

Yum.

 

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File under: What was I thinking?!

Ok, so next year please remind me NOT to have a marathon to train for in January:

Are you f-ing kidding me with this weather? 

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Things I wish someone had told me about the first marathon

Amazing that I crossed the finish line looking this happy, considering how much I didn't know about getting through this race.

The first time you do anything it gets burned into your brain. I remember the first time I drove (with my dad down to the end of Speedway and back, with him yelling at me the whole way), the first time I saw Oliver (at a party I desperately didn’t want to be at) and I remember nearly every single first day of school from elementary school through college. So, of course, I’m going to remember the details and feelings of my first marathon for a long time.

What I’ll probably remember most is how – despite months of training and reading everything I could about running a marathon – I was utterly unprepared for the realities of the race. Honestly, I don’t think it’s possible to be truly prepared the first time you do anything.

That said, there are a couple of key pieces of advice I wish I’d gotten (or actually listened to) before the race and in that spirit, thought I’d share the things I wish someone had told me about running a marathon:

  • It’s really hard after mile 20. That whole “hitting the wall” thing is legitimate. I thought “hey once you hit 20, there’s only six more to go… and six miles is nothing.” Oh sweet, naive Megan of four weeks ago. Six miles are definitely something after running 20. Most training programs only have you train up to 20 miles if you’re a beginner, but in retrospect, I’d advocate a longer training timeline to allow for running the full distance at least once. It would have been nice to know what I was in for. Lacking the time to do that, I recommend doing what you can to get mentally tough as well as practicing meditation so you can calm your mind at mile 20.5 and keep yourself from freaking out. I just read a story about a marathoner who does long division in her head the entire last six miles – so you can try that too.
  • Vaseline. Put it everywhere that you think your clothes will rub. I didn’t think much about how awkward and painful it is to have your clothes rubbing against thin, sensitive skin for hours and hours. As a result, I was the blister queen. I had gnarly foot blisters as well as what I can really only describe as adult diaper rash.
  • Get a heart rate monitor. I didn’t think I needed one since I’m far from an elite runner, but I’ve now learned that doing some good old zone training would have helped me better understand a realistic pace goal and probably would have helped me get in better shape. You don’t need to spend hundreds of dollars on the fanciest heart rate monitor out there, but as I get in shape for the Lost Dutchman in February, I’m finding it incredibly helpful to know my minimum and maximum heart rates.
  • Don’t skip training runs. I learned recently that for every week you don’t excercise you lose 10% of your fitness. That’s scary, especially when I think about training runs that I skipped. Granted, I got pneumonia in October which was a about a three-week set back, but after that I have to admit I got pretty lazy about mid-week training runs. I never skipped a long run (when I was healthy), but I did lose a lot of midweek motivation which I think hurt me. It’s easy to talk yourself out of a Tuesday or Wednesday run – “it’s only six miles, how much does that really matter?” – and skipping one, once in a while might not matter, but those skipped runs add up on race day. As I head into the next race, I’m committed to not skipping a single run as tough as that is for me when I’m on the road for work.

And with that… I’m out the door for my last run of 2011. Only 35 training runs left until the next race.

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Nacho, helping me stretch.

I hate stretching. Worst thing about running. At least I have a little helper.

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Crunch time

I’m back from my pneumonia induced rest period. Last night I was able to get in a nice 9 mile run without too much trouble (see above for my happy, endorphin rushed face) but I’m really, really nervous about getting back in shape for the marathon next month.I perform best under pressure – in school I always left reports to the last minute. When I worked at the newspaper I always, always waited until the night before a cover story was due to write it (sorry Amy! Really, you are the best editor in the world…) and things always worked out just fine.

Unfortunately, my friend and fellow future Tucson  Marathon runner  Monique says, “cramming for a marathon isn’t the same as cramming for your college midterms.”

That sucks.

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Monster run

It’s Sunday! And I don’t have to get on an airplane! In fact, I don’t have to get on one until Wednesday evening and then I get to turn around and come right back home Thursday evening. Seriously, I have no words to describe how happy that makes me. The best thing would be a week with no airplane time, but this is the next best thing.

It’s also long run day. Again — no words to describe the happiness.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about fuel before a run, so I decided to try a pre-run “green-monster” smoothie:

I look exactly as excited as Mickey Mouse does about not having to fly today.

The ingredients in mine were: a lot of kale (maybe 2 cups?), a banana, a peach, 1/4 cup of soy milk, ice cubes and a bunch of chia seed.  (BTW… chia is the best seed ever. For all of you “how can you live without meat? How do you get all the right nutrition?” people out there, allow me to introduce you to chia…which has more Omega-3 than salmon. So, neener, neener.)

Definitely helped me feel powered up for my run. This was my first chance to do a true long-run since the half marathon last month which means two things: it felt fantastic and, I way overestimated my ability. Somehow I was sure that I was ready for a 15-miler. Soooo not the case, though I did pull off 13.5 nicely.

Can’t say much for my route though. I tend to not plan routes out very well — I kind of just leave the house, pick a direction and start. The running mania takes it from there. I’ve always wanted to run across the St. Johns Bridge, so I headed in that direction today. Crossing the bridge was so fun. The run on the other side of it was so not. There’s basically no foot path, as I discovered a bit too late. I was pretty much just running down the shoulder of Highway 30 in the Linton area, which is really industrial. (According to signs hung from phone poles for about a mile Linton is where “People live and work.” Which is true if by “people” you mean boxcars and semi trucks.)

It was definitely one of those situations where you keep telling yourself “just keep going, it’s not actually that far to get home” when in reality it’s like nine miles to home. All told, if I’d finished the route, I would have done my first 15 mile run, but it was not meant to be. My legs started to poop out right at about 12.5, by mile 13 they felt like lead and half a mile later I had to stop. Called Oliver to come and pick me and my sad, sore legs up on the side of the road. My hero.

Surprisingly, I don’t feel defeated. I still ran 13.5 miles, I’m following my training plan and two Sundays from now I should be strong enough for 15.

Especially if I keep drinking my vegetables!

Post-run fuel. So tired.

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Let your hair down.

I discovered something important today: Running with your hair down is really fun. (I guess I should say, as long as you live in a place with Portland’s climate. I can imagine it being the opposite of fun if you are running outside in Arizona in the middle of summer.)

I had so much fun today and felt so good, so strong, that I spent the entire 80 minutes of my run grinning. Grinning! A year ago when I was trying to work up to a 5k I couldn’t imagine ever feeling anything more than extremely uncomfortable while running.

I just love this sport. I love that it’s helping me undo/recover from years of unhealthy living and that my former smoker’s lungs can support me running for hours and hours now. That’s significant. I love that the sport lets me participate in my city — I feel like I’m getting to know parts of Portland so well just by running the streets.

Most of all I love that it makes me look like this. I can’t fake that grin (trust me, there’s a lot of awkward photographic evidence that I just can not fake a smile):

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Very important decision.

The treadmill is officially banned for the remainder of my training. Even if it’s raining.  I think I now have a negative Pavlovian response to the machine after a couple of terrible hotel “gym” treadmill runs in New Jersey and Iowa which triggered my recent slump.

Because yesterday I did an excellent eight miles outside and it felt GREAT. The added bonus to outdoor running is that I always, always get lost which leads to discovering neat things about random North Portland neighborhoods. Like this:

I wish I could tell you what street this is on but I was zoned out. It's some place north of "downtown" St. Johns/

And the treadmill might have five consecutive running episodes of “Say Yes to the Dress” playing on the TV, but it doesn’t have this view:

Going down to Cathedral Park means the only way to get home is by running up a terrible, really big hill. Worth it.

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BAM

This is what I look like after running 12 miles by mistake. Busted, but happy.

I’ve got this double digits thing down. After all my worry about whether I could make it 10 miles, I accidentally ran 12. Whoops.

I was extra motivated today by some of my awesome friends who sponsored my run today, helping me reach 19% of my fundraising goal for Girls on the Run. Thank you guys. There were a couple of miles (hills) there that were really tough, and just pretended that you were there cheering me on which helped me keep putting one foot in front of the other.

The last two miles were the weirdest. I listened to “Edge of Glory” on a loop and honestly I don’t think I could even feel my legs. All the dogs I passed looked like they were rooting for me. I don’t think my brain was getting enough oxygen…

I’ve decided I really like running as a way to see my city. Things I saw on my run today:

  • A guy on a long board getting pulled by two pit bulls.
  • Blond twin boys having a mud fight.
  • A lot of haunted looking houses on Willamette Boulevard.
  • So many beautiful flowers, it made me want to take up gardening. (But not really.)
  • A bunch of hipsters gentrifying the corner of Webster and Killingsworth in a really obnoxious way.
  • God. Twice, I think.

If I feel this crazy/amazing/high on endorphins after just 12 accidental miles, I can’t imagine what 26.2 is going to feel like….

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Big day tomorrow

Tomorrow I will finally hit double digit miles for the first time. I am so excited. Maybe it’s a weird thing to be excited about — I mean, what I’m basically saying is I’m excited to spend two hours running and probably at least one of those hours in considerable pain.

But, I’m looking forward to it.

Today I knocked out an easy, fast five and it felt fantastic. I feel really ready, unlike last week when I tried to rush things and wound up hurt and burned out.

To get some of my excitement out, I’m planning my play list for tomorrow. Yes, it’s random (Johnny Cash and Shakira in the same playlist random…) I’m pretty much constantly looking for songs that will keep my legs moving since it’s easy to get burned out on songs after you listen to them hours and hours in a row. This list clocks in at 101 minutes. Starts with Gaga, ends with Judas Priest because that’s what I need about 95 minutes into a run in order to finish.

What are your favorite running songs?

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