Walt Disney World Marathon 2012

Marathon #2 is in the books!

When I first started training for this, my goal was a finish time of 4:30.  But, as these things sometimes go, my training wasn't everything I wanted it to be, and by the time marathon weekend hit, I had changed my goal to "below 5 hours."  And I made my goal - barely.  My final time was 4:57.  But I'm ok with that.  This marathon taught me a LOT, and while I think I'm going to wait awhile before I do another (this was my second in a year) I know next time my time will be even better.

While one of our friends and my dad ran this race as well, we all ran separately.  While most of my long runs for this training were on my own, I was looking forward to knowing I could get through all the highs and lows of the marathon by myself, and I'm really proud that I did.

E and my stepmom provided awesome support crew duties for the race, and we all went down Friday night for the Sunday event.  It was fun going to the Expo together (though holy crowded) and spending some time relaxing the day before the race.

I'm not very good at doing things like sitting still, relaxing and staying off my feet, which are rather important before a big race, so E was amazing at getting me to stay put.  I couldn't ask for a better support crew/coach/running advisor.

Through the miles, I suffered bad stomach cramps (which I never get), though I was lucky enough to be fighting this experience at one of the spectator points.  I saw E and he ran with me for a few minutes, and gave me a much needed mental boost.

Once I got my cramps to subside, I dealt with exploding blisters on my toes around mile 16, and an annoying side stitch and nausea in the last few miles of the race.  Ah, marathoning. The differences between my reaction to this race and the last one though, were huge - I really learned to run through pain and discomfort, and to push myself, in the last year.

It's funny how all those things seem to not matter when you cross the finish line.  This race was a practice in the art of positive thinking for me.  I simply didn't let myself have negative thoughts, I kept my eye on the prize and took the race mile by mile.

Things I liked:

• Despite heavy race morning traffic, the process of driving from our hotel to the event and parking was pretty stress-free.  Disney provided good directions, lots of signage and kept people moving once they got to the parking lot.  Of course, I wasn't the one driving, but I think E would agree.
• The process of picking up our numbers and goodie bags was pretty easy, and the volunteers were all helpful and friendly.
• Disney handled the huge crowds really well.  I mean, 20,000+ people ran this race, and the only time I was uncomfortably aware of the number of people there was at the Expo itself, which was hard to enjoy because there were just so many people jostling to look at the same displays.
• The post race areas and medical were set up really well.  I was able to find my family quickly, and when I went to get my feet wrapped from my exploding blisters, the medics took me right away.
• I loved that they set off fireworks to start each wave.

Things I wasn't crazy about:

• The course had a LOT of bottlenecks.  You'd find a good rhythm, only to have to slow down when the course would funnel everyone onto a sidewalk or narrow walkway, sometimes as slim as two or three abreast.
• The water stations seemed a bit oddly spaced.  There were several times I was really wanting water, without a water station in sight.  I guess I was spoiled by the Donna, which had more water stations than you could shake a stick at.
• It got pretty warm, and the course was pretty much entirely without shade.  While Disney can't help this, I didn't realize that going in, and was wishing for more sunscreen, and sunglasses.
• The walk to the actual race start was long, around a mile, so by the time we parked, walked to the corrals and waited to start, we had been on our feet for two hours.  It was in the upper forties, and my feet felt cold and stiff when the starting guns went off.
• I had this sort of idea that I would see and talk to fellow marathoners.  I didn't wear my ear buds the whole race because there was so much music on course and I wanted to experience the atmosphere.  I was disappointed to see that pretty much everyone else who was solo was firmly in their own world of earbuds and music.

I'll post more pictures later.  I still have to gather off various cameras and scrape off various internet sites.

Marathon Countdown & Blogging Breaks

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?  I don't think I've stepped away from my blog for quite this long since I started writing it over two years ago.  It's been a busy couple months.  I left my old job as digital marketing manager for a downtown association for a position with a local ad agency as a copywriter and digital content specialist.  Worlds apart, let me tell you.  But change is good, and I've been adjusting to different hours and new routines.  Between that and some wicked shin splints, my marathon training really took a hit.

So, training.  I'm 28 days out from my second marathon, the Walt Disney World Marathon.  I'm nervous, a lot more nervous than I was for the Donna earlier this year.  I'm running this one by myself (well, my dad and one of my friends are running too, but we're not running together), and I'm starting to fret about my nutrition, my pacing and my stamina.  Of course, if I wasn't nervous right now, it would probably mean I didn't care enough about it.  I also went through a period of a couple weeks where I just felt burnt out.  I messed up a couple of my long runs, and really struggled mentally with getting through more than five miles.

I've also been pondering the training I've done for this marathon as compared to the previous.  I've really focused on heart rate training this time around, and based on the half marathon, 10k and 5k I've done in the last  few weeks, it's really paying off.  I'm finally getting faster, which is ridiculously exciting.  I've always been a back of the pack runner, but I'm finally approaching mid-pack!

It's been fun being on the same training plan as my dad and our friend, Bdub.  We've all been able to check on each other, since we know what distances we should be running when.  E has been a great support crew, and I know he and my stepmom will be wonderful cheerleaders at the race.

So I'm looking forward to it, but I'm just nervous.  I received my "final race instructions" email this weekend, our hotel is booked, and I'm starting to think through race day strategies.  I know I'm a much better, stronger, faster runner than I was last time around, so I think I'll do ok, though I've had to readjust time expectations.

The new job also means I've switched my running schedule to the morning, so during the week I'm ending my run when the sun is coming up.  Training for the marathon this time around has definitely taught me to be flexible with my training.

And now I'll stop boring you all to tears.  This is just a catch up - we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming shortly!

FIERCE Marathon Training

Ok, so not really crazy fierce, but I have turned a wonderful corner in my running and in my marathon training.  E asked me a couple weeks ago to define my goal, and to prioritize marathon training.  Did I want to forego work happy hours, late nights and get togethers for  training or focus on training?  Either is fine, but little old me who isn't always good with the goal setting really struggled with the answer to all this.

I've set a goal for the marathon.  I want to run a 4:40.  I know that isn't super speedy, but it's quick for me.  I really want to do well.  So, after some long hard thinking and some long hard runs, I decided I wanted to focus on the marathon and make a commitment that I would really focus on my training.  No excuses.  And it feels good to have made the decision, it feels good to be working hard.

So here's where I'm at.  My plan calls for runs Tuesday - Thursday, with a long run on Saturday and recovery run on Sunday.  Monday is a recovery day and Friday is a rest day.  So,

• Tuesday night, I do whatever distance is scheduled, leaving a half mile to do 6 strides.  I'm really trying to focus on my form.  I tend to not lift my knees or kick my heels back enough, so this is my time to pay attention to how I'm running.
• Wednesday is an easy zone 2 run, staying around the mid to high end of my zone.
• Thursday is speed work and this means tempo.  I *love* this part of the week.  I love going fast.  I know that I can run swiftly, I just can't keep it up for long periods of time yet.  This means zone 3 and getting my blood really pumping.
• Saturday long runs are just that - long runs.  Keeping it in zone 2 and finding a rhythm so that I remain steady.  My biggest challenge is that I tend to go out too hard and too fast.  E ran with me this past weekend and it made a huge difference.  This was possibly the most successful long run I've had.  It gave me a lot of confidence and really taught me to push through the pain.
• Sunday is recovery, so an easy zone 1/2 run. It's hard to go slower, but I always feel better by the end of it.
• Monday I've gone back to strength training, for both upper and lower body.  I think it will help my legs but I would also like to get some strength back in my upper body and core.  
• Fridays (or wherever I can fit it in) is for yoga.  

So there's my routine.  I feel motivated and confident about this marathon (though I already feel like I want more time!).   

On a side note, who watched Kona this weekend?  What an incredible race!  Chrissie just continues to blow me away, and Mirinda Carfrae was amazing.  Oh, and I suppose I shouldn't forget Crowie's course record!  I still haven't heard - did he know he was close to breaking the record before he saw the clock?  They way he was high-fiving and taking his time coming in make me think he didn't.

Charlotte is Still a Pretty City, Even in a Monsoon

After only a few days to settle in after E's Cedar Point full, I packed up and road tripped from Jacksonville to Charlotte, NC for a conference.  I work for a business improvement district, also known as a BID (similar to a Downtown Improvement District, or DID).  This is also why I always capitalize "Downtown."  Most major cities and Downtowns have BIDs, and for the most part, you probably aren't even aware that we are there.  BIDs and DIDs are formed by Downtown property owners agreeing to to be self-assessed for an additional tax on their property values in order to fund improvements in the district's boundaries.  We are often responsible for events, permitting, Downtown advocacy and more, depending on a BID/DID's focus.  Wikipedia has a much more concise definition.  Anywho, like most trades, we have an industry organization, the International Downtown Association, and once a year representatives from BIDs, DIDs, merchant's associations and more gather in a particular Downtown to talk shop, learn and network.  This year's annual conference was, obviously, in Charlotte.

When we go somewhere, we aren't just looking at the shops.  We are critiquing, admiring and speculating over features like trash cans, wayfinding signage, cleanliness, the ratio of retail to restaurant to business to residents, population density and more.  Our mission is Downtown revitalization in this age of pervasive suburbia, so we like to see what other Downtowns are doing and how we can apply that to our own.  It was my first industry conference, and though I handle the digital side of our marketing, which was sparsely covered, there was still a lot to learn and a lot of ideas to bring back.

The opening reception was held at the Nascar Hall of Fame, a place I did not think I would ever darken the doorway of.  While not a Nascar fan, I do have a soft spot for old cars, and it was neat to see the restored grand dames of racing from the 50s and 60s.  The closing reception was held at a trio of art galleries, which was really fabulous.  Charlotte was just a gorgeous Downtown - vibrant nightlife, thriving restaurants and just really clean and well maintained.

A cool pocket park devoted to literature

The downside of this otherwise productive weekend was the rain.  We stayed at the Downtown Hilton, which fortunately had an attached YMCA with a lovely long line of treadmills and a bank of t.v.'s tuned to close-captioned CNN and HGTV.  Thanks to being at a conference in the midst of ever-present rain and marathon training, I logged a lot of time on those treadmills, though all I really wanted to do was run outside through the Downtown streets.  I really love the opportunity to explore new cities on foot.  On the other hand, I have never been able to stomach more than three miles on a treadmill, and I did that in spades this weekend with a 4 mile, 5 mile and 3.5 mile run.  The only downside was missing my long run for the week.  I had a 10 miler scheduled for Saturday and decided to break it up into 5 and 5, due to the way the conference was scheduled that day.  I got in the first five, but in the afternoon plans changed and the day snowballed away from me.

The exterior of the modern art museum

So, it is what it is.  I'm proud of myself for sticking pretty closely to my plan while I was gone. I have a tendency to flake on runs or not plan well for them, time wise, when I travel.  It feels good to know my discipline is just getting better and better!  

Support Crews and Road Trips, Oh My!

Ok, so the road trip hasn't happened yet.  It will officially commence this Thursday at 5 a.m. when we load up my dad's Land Cruiser and set out for Cedar Point Amusement Park for E's first iron-distance triathlon!  I'm so proud of him for all of the training he has done, and I know he is going to kick some Cedar Point butt on Sunday.  I can't believe it's here.  The past five months of training have been an incredible learning process for both of us.  He has been training for this race to support the Ulman Cancer Fund, and Team Fight - you can donate here, if you're so inclined.  It's an excellent cause and one close to our hearts.

We spent most of the long weekend packing - we are taking all our own food with us, so I am making huge batches of our favorite pasta-and-protein meals, and we are also bringing along our microwave and toaster and all other manner of goodies.  In addition to his taper, my marathon training started today!  So I'm packing my nutrition for a long run on Saturday and some runs while on the road on our drive up.  It's going to be a full truck!

In other exciting news, as I mentioned, my first official marathon training run was this morning.  I was out there before dawn this morning, and it was beautiful.  We had rain coming in, so it was windy and a little wild out.  I got inside right before the worst of it started.  The run went really well - it was a nice way to kick off training.

This weekend was also like running Christmas.  A few weeks ago, The Clymb ran a 2XU sale, and I scooped up a pair of compression tights, which got here on Friday.  And, though I felt like a hypocrite, I tried on Nike Free's again when I was at our local run store Saturday and loved them just as much as when I tried them out several months ago.  Despite my vows to not support Nike, I gave in and bought them.  I have been wanting a pair of minimalist shoes in rotation with my Newton's, and these just felt so good.  I took them out on Sunday for an easy 3 miles with my dad, and absolutely loved them.  Being able to feel my movements more even improved my stride a bit.  I definitely have been nursing some sore calves, but I'm loving these shoes.

That's it for now. I'll blog from the road, I'm sure.  We have two days in the car to get to Cedar Point.  Happy trails!

Fear of Commitment

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The first time you train for a marathon, it almost doesn't matter what plan you choose.  If you're like me, your sole goal is to finish. Sure, you want your time to be respectable, but if you do poorly it's okay because you can always say, "well, it was my first one!"  But your second marathon....oh no, uh huh, no excuses this time.  You've done this before.  You should know better.  If you're doing this a second time, there are expectations.  Both for yourself, and others you tell about this momentous decision.  And by "others you tell" I mean everyone in the free world and beyond because dammit your entire life is going to revolve around training for this race.  So once you've crowed the news of your decision across the social media masses, called your grandma so you can hear how proud she is and told your parents (and in some cases, talking your parent into running it with you) you realize you need a PLAN.

There's just so much PRESSURE.  How many miles a week?  What should the weekly mileage be?  Should you incorporate strength training? Yoga? Speed work?  What will your nutrition be?  Should long runs be on Saturday or Sunday?

I was almost exhausted thinking about it. And in the last two months since clicking the little "register" button on the Run Disney website and paying the exorbitant amount of cash they extract from you in order for you to slap on a pair of Mickey ears and run through the Magic Kingdom, I've "decided" on four different plans.  I felt like freaking Goldilocks.  This one is too short, this one doesn't have enough weekly mileage, this one just doesn't feel right, this one offended me in some indefinable way and is now dead to me....I swear, people probably spend less time picking out names for their unborn children than I have picking out a marathon plan. I've even declared in this very blog that I had chosen a plan.  Only to input it into a Google calendar and decide I wasn't so into it after all.

But now the start date for Official Marathon Training is only a week away.  Next Monday (which is a "rest day," so super anti-climactic) begins my training for marathon number 2.  And I've decided on a plan recommended by the New York Marathon, identified in a somewhat demoralizing  fashion as the "First Time and Casual Marathoner" plan.  I'm not sure how I feel about being a "casual marathoner."  Regardless, it's a good plan. I hit several weeks at 40 miles, have three 20 mile runs and a nice mix of during-the-week runs.

Sneaky, Evil Blisters

I haven't been posting much because life has been kind of crazy - with good stuff, to be sure, but there still hasn't been a lot of time left in the day to blog, unfortunately.

Saturday's are normally my long runs.  This past Saturday, I suited up and went out, to a relatively nice morning. Unfortunately, I neglected to pull up my left sock all the way.  I realized this when my Achilles started to ache from the collar of my shoe rubbing one little spot raw.  I stopped, fixed the problem, and tolerated the discomfort of a budding blister for the rest of my run.

Through a series of unfortunate athletic events in the proceeding days, what was an uncomfortable little blister became a gaping flesh wound.  I discovered this (and I think mostly caused it) by roughly pulling my bike shoes off after my ride on Sunday.  When I put on my Newtons to get in a quick post-bike ride, it felt like someone was stabbing hot knives into the back of my ankle.  Sounds nice, doesn't it?  I spent Monday and Tuesday dutifully applying band-aids and Neosporin, letting it air out when I needed it and mostly just being annoyed by it.

Then came Wednesday.  Not one to let a little blister (or gaping flesh wound) deter me from a run (which it had already done for a few days), I slapped on one of those nice, thick "no-slip Blister Band-Aids."  I made sure it was really stuck on there.  Put on my socks and shoes and I was off.  I felt great: my legs were fresh, it didn't feel like an oven outside for once and it was just an all-around nice evening.  I planned to do about 5.5 miles.

A little less than two miles in, I started to feel a little rub.  And then I began to feel pain.  I glanced down and saw that my no-slip Blister Band-Aid (it was even name brand) was poking out of my sock, length-wise, and waving in the breeze like a merry little latex flag.  I stopped to try and jimmy it back into place, but it wasn't having any of it (safety note: when adjusting workout wear while running, try to avoid stopping in the exit lanes of parking lots so large black trucks don't honk their horns at you).  So there I was, cotton from my sock scraping my Achilles raw.  Good times.

Defeated, I cut my run short and ran, hobbled, and skipped my way back home, thinking of all the ways I wanted to punish this evil little bastard that has taken up residence on my ankle.  I see pre-wrap and bandaging in my future.  I'll probably go out looking like an idiot, but I will not let this thing beat me!

Also, if you haven't checked it out, E over at Tristarter is raising funds for Ulman Cancer Fund.  Every little bit helps. Ulman helps out kids and young adults living with the disease, and it's really a great cause.