“Don’t Call it a Comeback”

LL Cool J.

Good evening, blog. Why bother with this re-entrance? Well it’s not really even that I left so much as there’s just been this kink in the chain from brain to Google Doc to WordPress… Ah, all of the blog posts that I wrote in my head interrupted by this and that. Because I did in fact do some interesting running things after March of last year. Problem was that the actual getting-out-and-doing-the-running part was enough for me to manage nevermind the droll musings about it.

So here’s something interesting that I did last year:

I ran the NYC Marathon and oh my goodness.

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GOOD pre-race advice: hydrate!

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BAD pre-race advice: fuel up with a dozen oysters and a dry martini! (this was on the Thursday before the race but still…) 🙂

I’m tempted to race report the life out of this thing, but I’d rather allow the day to carry on as a magical, beautiful dream. I do not want to sentence the memory to death by prose. Long story short, it lives up to the hype. It just does. All of the logistical headaches, expensive everythings (race fees, hotels, meals, EVERYTHING), and Central Park pain train… WORTH IT!

 

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That’s me in the middle there with orange cap.

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That said, I was soooo not into doing any of the actual training. But run the race I did because, how do you say no to New York? I would have denied it at the time, but my overall attitude was pretty cocky. “It’s my fourth marathon… it might not be pretty, but I’ll finish.” No surprise, that kind of mentality caught up to me big time at about mile 21. Look, it could have been a lot worse. I could have ended up with a proper stress fracture. The fact that I got out of there without my ITBS flaring up is an honest miracle. And I finished in 4:14, which, while not close to the sub-4 I put down earlier that year, is still my second fastest marathon. But, in short, afterwards my body was just not right and I felt it for a good three months (at least). 

Yes it’s the same old song – do not fuck around with marathon training! Respect the distance! And so on…

My mantra, however, is even more acute. Because CIM is starting to whisper my name, I must keep on repeating – I WILL NOT RUN A MARATHON in 2017. (for now at least)

No seriously. DON’T RUN A MARATHON THIS YEAR, IDIOT!

Here’s something that, interestingly, I did not do last year:

Run a half marathon.

I find this to be amazing. I ran 6 races in 2016 and the distances were so random: a 10 miler, a marathon, a 10k, a 12k, a 5k, another marathon. That’s a pretty oogly set right there.

So here we are, April 2017, and I’m focused on finishing a solid half marathon. At the beginning of this year my idea was to try for a sub-1:50 at Oakland Running Festival in March (one of my faves), but LOL that went up in smoke fast. That “training” began in late January but I was just a hobbling, inconsistent, panting mess. So I haven’t raced at all this year and while I feel a bit of FOMO in the long run I know it will be good to have this downtime.

But after some slow, wonky months, my body seems to be righting itself. I’m watching the pace of my easy runs creep back down. I crave speedier segments. I’m excited for my long runs, and I feel fresh while I’m doing them.  Overall, running is a cathartic, energizing experience again. Not something that makes me want to dart into traffic while I’m doing it.

So welcome back, runner me, steadily back to the world of the living.

“I Took the Long Way” (LA Marathon 2016 race recap)

Runnin’ – The Heartless Bastards

Well I’m finally getting to the recount of my experience at the Los Angeles marathon. And imma gonna keep it semi brief-like. These days I’m just covering all kinds of ground with respect to working, resting, experiencing life and having fun, running a very small amount, and keeping my eyes forward towards Spring!

On to the business at hand.

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To me, this is a perfect marathon “Before” picture. What a hot fucking mess I was 4 hours later.

 

The majority of the race went really well for me and I spent most of the time cautiously optimistic that sub-4 was in the bag. Side note – one of the amazing things I’m observing is how much my tolerance for pain has, with practice, improved in this sort of weird, out of body kind of way. My legs were crazy hurty ouchie ouch for well over 2+ hours, but my body and mind have learned to accept this as a rule. “Look, if you want to go fast, this is the way it works,” says brain. “Don’t worry, something else will distract you soon enough.” And body says, “You a little mean, but okay. We know you’ll give us pizza later.”

Dumb internal monologues aside, things got a bit more interesting at Mile 19 so that’s where I’ll start. Here’s the LA Marathon elevation profile:

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So at Mile 19, I slowly started to fade. This was the warmest part of the course, although temps didn’t climb as high as was predicted. And was prepared for the gradual incline here so I told myself to just keep steady until things flattened out.

At about mile 21 the 4 hour pacer, who I’d passed back at 15 or 16, caught up. I stuck with the group for a while, and they got me through one of my toughest miles. But by the next mile marker, I found that I couldn’t hang on. Watched them slip away, feeling a little disappointed but actually pretty zen about what was happening. I resigned myself to the likelihood of a 4:01…4:02 finish. I’d already mentally prepared for this possibility during the previous week while looking over the weather forecasts. I trudged along and made it through miles 23 and 24 at 9’31 and 9’43.

Then two things happened. First, we began a descent to the oceanfront finish line that would result in 200 feet of elevation loss. And second but just as crucial… MARINE LAYER. Hallelujah.

I started to feel a little bit stronger and some confused marathon math told me that I still might be able to squeak in under 4. However, as my brain was trying to convince my body that my dragging pace had reached the dreaded point of no return, I heard a spectator cheer me on. It was one of those “looking good” type comments. But after she said this to me I swear I heard her comment, in a lower voice to her companion,  “Wow, she looks really fresh..” Whether or not I imagined this, whether or not she was actually talking about me at all – this moment brought back my race. I felt a burst of momentum and knew that I would reach my sub-4 goal. I had a great, balls to the walls 25th and 26th mile, 8’42 and 8’21. I ran terrible tangents and got to do 26.5 miles that day, running 8’17 for that last half mile. With the finish line in sight, I found the 4 hour pacer and tapped him on the shoulder. “I caught you!” I said excitedly. He congratulated me and told me to kick it hard and sprint to the finish and I ran and ran and ran.

It was fucking great.

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Hurts. So. Good?

Official Finish: 3:57:59

Finally, a few takeaways on the overall experience:

LA Marathon Pluses:

  • Pre-race at Dodger Stadium. A completely genius organizational move – an empty baseball stadium means shelter and real bathrooms! A 4:30am shuttle from Santa Monica was super easy.
  • Scenic course
  • Fun spectators and crowd support (yes! the 5 mile chili dog station is real)
  • Downhill finish
  • Lovely, large medal

LA Marathon Minuses:

  • Not necessarily a minus but should be noted that is NOT a flat course. For whatever reason, be it the event marketing, or because I assume anything outside the Bay Area is flat, I wasn’t expecting to encounter these kinds of rollers. The hills are fairly gentle, but I didn’t find this to be a particularly easy course, which brings me to…
  • Miles 20-23 are boring, uphill, and hot. If you’re really hitting a wall this section can be fairly demoralizing.
  • Finish area was not great. I had to walk for ages to get to the family reunion area. Ouch ouch ouch. And bag check retrieval after the race was absolutely awful! It took me a half hour to get my gear and I was painfully cold the entire time. They should have provided heat sheets before the UPS trucks but I guess they weren’t expecting the chilliness.

Up next… Rocking a summer halves and preparing for the fall marathon. Yes. That One.