Buffalo half-marathon recap

(yesterday) AM workout: cardio: walked at 12.0 incline and 3.0 mph for 40 min. (TM) / weights: chest and biceps


Week of race:  Kept up my water intake as normal, so I was hydrated.  I rarely drink juice or soda anyway and I don’t drink coffee, which is all very convenient for my running-self.  Cross-trained, weight-lifted, got in a few easy miles.

Day before race:  Decreased fiber intake.  Slept in, cross-trained [elliptical 45 min], lifted weights [shoulders & triceps], had a couple errands to do.  Went to the expo with my friend Carolyn, who I met and started running with 1x/week before we left for MN.  The expo was decent size with several vendors, running apparel, and gear for sale.  After the expo I showed Carolyn our loft we recently moved into, then went for an easy 4 miles.  My legs felt heavy and my calves tight the first couple miles, but by the 4th mile I felt loose.  Eh, we’ll see how that will determine my race tomorrow..  We also reminded each other that if someone wanted to speed up or slow down tomorrow that the other person wouldn’t care and to just go for it.  After the expo, I sent this pic to the Mr. showing him my bib and flag/cape-wearing buffalo.


Race morning:  It’s a beautiful thing to live a 10-min walk from the start and finish lines of your race.  I woke up just before 5am, made some oatmeal, took care of business, grabbed my ipod, packed fuel, packed my phone, got my outfit on, grabbed my garmin, debated on socks, grabbed my sun glasses. Race started at 7am, I left my apt about 6:40ish and ate a honey stinger wafer on the way.  Carolyn and I had decided to meet at the 1:50 pacer to prevent starting too fast.  But when we saw each other, she suggested we move up to the 1:40 pacer…”It’s a race after all, right?!” [her words].  I had never ‘raced’ a half before and knew it’d be fun to race it with her, so I went along with it.


The first couple miles I was bugged how tired my legs felt just starting out, but told myself they’d warm-up in a few miles..  7:48, 7:33, 735

IMG_20130531_185228       Picture 15

Just after mile three I told Carolyn to not worry about me if she’s feeling good, so she said she thought she could push it harder and off she went.  For some reason once she left I suddenly realized [?] I wouldn’t be able to finish the race without peeing my pants.  Hmm, guess I should stop.  So I did and had to wait about 30 sec for an open porta, lost about a minute and a half, but it was necessary and NBD.  9:03

Things were feeling fine, relatively speaking.  I turned on my music just before mile 5 to help distract me from my tired legs.  Normally I wait until the last few miles, but I felt like I needed the distraction.  It helped.  7:53, 7:59, 7:56

I hadn’t looked over the course map at any point, and I don’t know that I ever really do.  This works for me, it’s like the unknown and element of surprise help me mentally.  The part of the course details that I normally analyze is the course elevation map.  Mile 8 had a nice hill that wasn’t expected [I didn’t know Buffalo had hills?], but it wasn’t too bad.  I say it wasn’t bad, but I didn’t plow through, I just sort of coasted on up..  The hill was followed by an out-and-back, so you can tell when I was coming back up the hill during mile 10.  Also, I ate a serving of cliff shot blocks [3 squares] around mile 9.  Even though my paces weren’t any better after the shot blocks, I felt better.  I’m a believer of taking in fuel during races.

8:27, 8:16, 8:36, 8:22, 8:16, 8:12, and 7:00 for the final stretch.  Final chip time — 1:47:25

Looking at my splits, it looks like once I hit mile 8, I decided running sub-8 miles was overrated, because I didn’t see another sub-8 until the last 0.1 mile.  It was the kind of race where you stop to pee and stop twice to stretch [IT band].

Overall thoughts…  It was awesome to run a race again.  It’s like my soul needed it.  Ha.  Although it’s too bad my paces were the same as my training runs for that distance, literally.  There’s a few reasons I could think of that my legs were so tired on race day, but it is what it is and I don’t regret running it.  Besides, my approach to the half-marathon distance [or shorter] is more of a “quantity vs. quality”.

#5 done, and done. Picture 13





Top of Utah Marathon race recap

This is me putting my thoughts into words, five weeks post-race.

I’m not quite sure where to begin, so I’ll unconventionally begin at the end.  I’ve never felt stronger at the end of a race, and it feels so good to be able to say that.

That Saturday morning, after being rushed and panicked at the start line with too few port-a-potties, my gear bag unchecked, my fuel not ready and stuffed in my sports bra, my ipod not ready to go in my armband, I finally made it to the start line with three minutes to spare.  The weather was cool and crisp, ideal race-day conditions.

I didn’t have any goals for this race until about four days before race day.  You see, I wasn’t planning on training for a marathon this summer, I thought I’d save it until just before the end of the year.  My only summer running plans were to keep my weekly mileage around 35-40 miles.  For my body to maintain the new{ish} mileage, I couldn’t focus on speed work until I adjusted and was feeling comfortable.  When I signed up for the race, I had 4 or 5 weeks to get in a couple longer runs, with my highest weekly mileage peak at 50 miles.  Basically, I wasn’t training for a PR, but [spoiler] I was by no means complaining when I walked away with one.

My only real concern going into this race was the altitude being at 5,500 ft compared to my training at sea level all summer, so I wanted to be conservative.  I was only running this for the miles, right?  I started the race with the 4:00-hr pace group and felt comfortable.  My legs felt good, lungs felt good, I was enjoying myself and the mountain scenery was beautiful.  I wasn’t the biggest fan of the 4-hr pacers [they were pacing about 30 seconds/mile faster than they should’ve in my non-professional opinion] and I was feeling great, so I caught up with the 3:55hr pace group.  At about mile eight my IT band started bugging me–I was caught off-guard and was trying hard to not let it psych me out so early into the race.  I rolled with it and figured I’d know if it was of real concern later.  Mile 11 rolls around and I felt my stomach churn.  Fantastic.  This is what happens when you don’t have time to finish your business before a race because the port-a-potty lines were forever long.  My time at the half-marathon split was 1:58:xx and I thought it was as good time as any for a pit stop.  Once I was out and running again, I spent the next few miles slowly trying to catch up to the 3:55 group, but I never quite caught up.  Instead I comfortably coasted right in front of the 4-hr group.

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My IT band pain never quite left me.  From the time it started hurting at mile 8, the pain was a constant 4-5 on a scale out of 10 [on a scale of ‘how bad my IT band could have been hurting’ and not ‘worst pain I could ever imagine’] with surges of pain that were 8 out of 10.  Make sense?  It’s amazing what adrenaline and a little determination can get you through.  Had my IT band been bothering me this bad on any training run, I most likely would have stopped and called for a ride home.

The miles rolled by, I turned my ipod on just after mile 17, and I was still feeling good.  The first 15 miles were a rolling downhill terrain, that turned into a flat course with a couple hills at mile 19 and 22.  It could have been in my head, but I wasn’t feeling much effect from the altitude until the course was flat and had those two hills at the end.  That or I was just getting tired from already running 20 miles.  Probably both.  Yeah, definitely both.  But I’m convinced the beginning downhill miles made all the difference for my victimized lungs.

I saw my main squeeze cheering for me at mile 22, which made my eyes tear like a little girl.  I always get excited to see him on the course, it’s just the boost I need.  At mile 24 I realized I was most likely going to break 4 hrs and I can’t even describe what I felt.  It was a combination of excitement, disbelief, and confidence. I knew my body was capable of doing it, my mind just needed the proof.  Hope that made sense.  I crossed the finish line with a PR of 3:59:09.  I was elated.  I was sweaty.  I was emotional.  The areas on my body that chaffed, they were stinging.  It was a magical moment to say the least.

Once I stopped, my IT band hurt even more.  After grabbing my banana, a handful of goldfish, and chugging a chocolate milk, I had the race medics wrap ice packs around my knee.  When I saw my husband I got teary eyed all over again.  I could see it on his face that he was proud of me, and that look just makes a girl feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  I’m so cheesy.

marathon #3…done!


Provo City Half-Marathon Race Recap

Let this race go down in history as our first road race together–just me and him, him and me, running and sweating side by side.  How romantic.  Let it also be known as my roughest road race in my racing history [in my rookie history of 5 races] to date.  Luckily I didn’t get sick and throw up all over the place.  And no, I’m not looking for a pity party, I just want to record it all so I can remember/learn from it.  Saturday morning [May 5th] began around 4:10am with us slowly crawling out of bed.  We quickly ate and put on our running gear.  Once I was dressed, I jumped up and down while shaking my head to wake myself up and get excited to run.  Bet that’s an interesting mental picture.  Z stared blankly with a “you’re crazy baby” look on his face before laughing at me and mumbling about how he wishes he was still sleeping.  The race started up Provo canyon, so they had the runners take buses up to the start, with the last bus scheduled to leave at 5:30am.  He’s excited, promise.
We got in line to wait for the buses at 5:00am.  And it was around 5:18am that I realized I forgot my garmin…too bad I can’t run a race without that cursed, blessed watch.  So I immediately began to panic and told Zuriel we had to go back for it.  HAD to.  He [lovingly] said “Yeah right, you go back, I’ll see you at the finish line”.  Ha ha…basically I would be cutting it pretty dang close if I ran back to the car, drove to my grandpa’s house, grabbed my watch, drove back, and searched for parking, all in 12 minutes before the last bus was scheduled to leave for the start line.  Honestly truly, I wanted to cry.  Then I had the brilliant plan to call my sleeping brother and his 9-month pregnant wife…and then they came to my rescue.  In my defense, they were sleeping 10 feet away from my garmin, they were my best [and only] option.  I ran out to meet them before the ‘road block’ signs and they handed me my watch.  I owe them something real big for that.
Once we got to the start line, the sun started coming up and I waited in line for 30 minutes to take care of business.  I had exactly enough time to wait for the bathroom, check my bag into ‘gear check’, jog to the start line, and scream with excitement before the gun went off to start the race.  I also had enough time to snap this shot of and quickly cheer for the marathon runners starting their race, I was excited for them.  The marathon started at 7:00am with 247 runners and the half-marathon started at 7:15am with 1,103 runners.
Then we were off!  The first 9 miles were basically downhill.  Which initially can sound ideal, right?  Better than the entire race being up hill, that’s for sure.  However, I was still healing from shin splints that had started the week before [note: downhill makes the shin splints much worse].  Zuriel on the other hand was ecstatic about the downhill because his injury he received the week before felt better on the downhill–lucky duck.  He strained his achilles during a 10-mile run the saturday before race day…  Needless to say, our ‘goal time’ for the race was kinda sorta thrown out the window.  [this is us super excited to start the race]
We were both going to be happy and satisfied if we both finished the crazy race…it was a little sad, a little romantic, but mostly just sweaty and intense.  We started out feeling great, with the beginning miles passing quickly.  But, this was the roughest race for me.  So mile 1 for me, felt awesome.  Naturally I’d feel awesome, it was only the first mile.  But hello mile 2, I suddenly feel miserable.  Basically Zuriel was [unexpectedly I might add] feeling fantastic and wanting to take advantage of all the downhill action by getting in some fast miles.  I was trying, I really was, to keep up and fly down those 9 miles, but my shins just would not let me.  I was frustrated.  And we had both thought I would be the one pacing us, with Z and his gimp ankle trying to keep up.  It was the complete opposite, and I was so glad Z didn’t get impatient but was instead encouraging me the whole way.  My lower legs felt like huge weights, but I ran as hard as they’d let me.
On top of the crazy shin splints, my bowels weren’t so happy.  A port-a-potty break was mandatory just after mile 8.  A mile later, I about stopped again for the bathroom.  But then something magical happened, once I saw mile marker 10 ahead, I caught a second wind.  All of the sudden, my shin pain literally dissolved, my bowels calmed down, and my mental strength resurfaced.  Almost simultaneously, Z looked over at me with this tired look and told me it was getting hard.  I smiled back and told him “Well good because I feel awesome.  Lets do this, let’s finish hard”.  Now it was my turn to return the favor and encourage him the final three miles.  Just before mile 12 Zuriel said he didn’t think he could keep it up for the last stretch.  I told him to remember why we signed up for the race…that this was more than just a race for us.
We pushed ourselves the final and longest [it always feels that way] mile and TRIED to cross the finish line holding hands, but some guy kept getting in the way.  No joke, he and Z were throwing elbows the last ten feet.  We walked through the finisher’s shoot, with medals draped, and grabbed some water, bananas, then got in line for the finisher’s breakfast–french toast.  We didn’t think our stomachs would be in the mood for french toast after a race, but turns out it was just what we needed.  It was delicious.
We waited in line for massages…and it is always worth the wait.  My calves must have been doing a lot of compensating for the tightness in my shins because they were so incredibly sore.  Thank you masseuse lady for helping me realize just how tight they were.  After the post-race fun, we met up with a couple of our friends and Zuriel’s sister for breakfast [his sister and one of our friends had run the 5K].  I know we had just eaten some french toast maybe an hour ago, but it was time for a full breakfast.  I hadn’t had Magleby’s before, but they provided the french toast after the race, so we knew if we went for a full breakfast later–they wouldn’t let us down.  Egg white spinach omelet, potatoes, and english muffin–yum.
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed running this race with my husband by my side the whole way.  Except for the last two seconds, crossing the finish line, when he got caught behind mr. competitive elbow thrower.  We should buy one of the finish line photos for the visual memory of it.
After Magleby’s breakfast, stretching, foam rolling, and showering, we went to lunch with my brother, his wife, and our good friend Max.  It might seem like our meals were unnecessarily close together, and that may be true.  I have no comment except that we ate when we were hungry.  We also had received coupons in our race bags for a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal, so we couldn’t pass those up now could we.
Running, food, relaxing, food, and now time for relaxing.  We couldn’t relax too long before needing to head up to Salt Lake to meet up with friends for a Cinco de Mayo party–it was May 5th afterall.
Since meeting Zuriel, we have celebrated Cinco de Mayo together every year, we could probably call it a tradition now.  But being out of town for this holiday for the race, we couldn’t throw our usual party of carne asada fajitas with fresh guac, pico, tortillas, rice, and tres leches.  Luckily, our good friends were throwing a party of their own and we got an invite [thanks!].  Complete with pinata and fancy drinks.
It was an enjoyable weekend of hard running, delicious food, and fun times spent with good friends. We were sad to have to go back to work Monday.
How did you celebrate your Cinco de Mayo?  Even if you’re not hispanic, when there’s an excuse to celebrate with food and friends, you gotta take it.