“There will be days when I don’t know if I can run a marathon.
There will be a lifetime knowing that I have.”
Whooped, bushwhacked, exhausted, worn out, weary, dog-tired, drained, spent. How many words can I use to describe how I feel? I know one thing, I’m not as young as I’d like to believe. Running a PR marathon and a PR half marathon in back to back weekends has either proved I’m a gifted athlete or an idiot. I tend to believe the latter.
I’m achy and tired, sad and happy, relieved and proud all at the same time. I knew October would be a crazy busy running month, but if I weren’t so anal about running as fast as I can, I’d probably have a different story to tell right now.
I’m gonna run a half marathon on Saturday just so I can qualify for the Half Fanatics. How frivolous. That is what my sister, the Petite Pacer, would tell me.
Of course, I could tell you now that I don’t care how fast I run it, just as long as I cross the finish line. This would make me a Neptune in two ways:
2 Half Marathons within a 16 day time frame.
3 Half Marathons within a 90 day time frame.
Women Rock was August 29th. Belle Plaine was October 11th, and the Monster Dash would be October 25th.
And why am I doing this? To say I can? To say I did? To say “I can’t get out of bed…what the hell was I thinking?”
But the reality is that the Monster Dash Half Marathon is a net 400 ft. downhill…and an amazing opportunity to PR at that distance. In order to do that, I have to really rest this week. It actually hasn’t been that hard because I’m so whooped. And because of this, it means I probably have a slim chance at running a PR race regardless.
Still, I have to be proud at what I did accomplish this October. A Marathon PR and a Boston qualifying run, with a 3:30:14 followed by a Half Marathon PR on a difficult, hilly course with a 1:38:29. I should be grateful…correction…I am grateful. I’m just whooped.
Training has been slow going since. I’ve pulled out a few longer runs, but paid for them later in the day. I always wake up feeling pretty spry again, but by mid afternoon, my muscles are reminding me that I’m 18 months shy of 50 years old. (((((sigh)))))
Looking at my Dailymiles stats, after the 11th, it’s safer to say “October Recovery” rather than “October Training”. I pulled Thursday’s 10-miler out of my butt, just because the weather has been so damn nice in Minnesota. It is very hard not to get outside.
Today, I took a walk with my dogs and jogged a few laps. I don’t expect to do too much more this week. I’ll be happy when Saturday is over. Then I can hang my shoes on a very turbulent, exciting, yet rather successful running season…and a well deserved break.
The following week, I’ll have a little out-patient surgery which will mean a forced rest period and time to gather myself together and plan 2015. I’d really like to try for Chicago next year with my sister, if she’ll join me, but I’d love to do something earlier in the spring. After all, I am what I am. (An idiot? Arguable…)
Yeah, I was thinking more along the lines…of…a runner.
Have you run your final race of 2014 yet? If not, what is left for you to do?
My husband should have been a safety commissioner of some kind. He loves to fill me with fear before I head out on a long road run and then tell me how I can protect myself.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate his words of wisdom, but I pretty much know it all already. I mean, I run the roads damn near every day. And he tells me over and over and over again…just in case I didn’t hear him the first time.
Here are just a few tidbits I might hear as I head out the door.
Yeah, I already know what you are thinking.
“…but Theresa, what about your cholesterol levels? Won’t they sky rocket? And then won’t I have to go on medication?”
Well, yes. Your cholesterol numbers will rise some. However, ‘cholesterol’ isn’t a bad word. In fact, your body needs cholesterol to function. It is true, that some are predisposed to high cholesterol numbers due to genetics. But most of us aren’t. And as long as the ratio between the good, the bad, and the triglycerides remains a healthy one, well, you are good to go!
So, here is the ultimate question I’m sure many of you would love to have an answer to. If I’m not eating any grains, or processed foods, or sugar, then where am I getting my carbohydrates from?
This may come as a surprise to many, but believe it or not, from vegetables!
Yes! Good ol’ produce has carbs galore. Some types, of course, have more than others.
And the best thing about carbs from natural sources is that invariably, they are accompanied by natural fiber. This is the fiber you are supposed to be eating. Not the kind that you get from a jar or a plastic dispenser. Natural fiber comes from plant foods. It helps with digestion, blood sugar control, and lowering cholesterol levels. Since it helps with blood sugar control, the carbohydrates from the vegetables are basically negated by the natural fiber content of the vegetables. This is a huge win win situation for anyone watching their blood sugar. And this is why straight carbs without the fiber is so dangerous. It spikes that blood sugar, and there is nothing in the body to control it, other than your pancreas. Work that organ too much, and suddenly you are diabetic.
Some might call me a wee bit crazy to run this monster just a week after my fastest marathon ever. And that might be true. But I did have a legitimate reason for running it. Well, kind of legitimate.
One of my goals for 2104 was to become a Half Fanatic. I had planned to do a streak of half marathons in May and June. But the ol’ stress reaction kept that from happening.
Instead, I took a closer look at the race calendar at year’s end and realized I could still make it happen. I had already run the Women Rock Half Marathon at the end of August plus already had the Monster Dash scheduled for late October. But in order to qualify, I’d have to run one more. There was one on the calendar that I have done for the past 2 years and I would love to do again because it is so grueling. And as you all know already, I’m a glutton for punishment. In order to become a half fanatic, I’d have to run this sucker a week after my marathon.