Don't judge. At least I don't wait until Christmas Eve to purchase my gifts.
Somehow, I happened upon this website that had some cool paintings, then I saw a tab called objects. Featured on the objects shopping tab were the Consumption Plates. Here's the description:
Consumption is a five-piece place setting for use during the mental, physical, and spiritual act of consuming. The dishes are a map of the digestive tract, from mouth to anus. They are a reminder of the processes that are taking place within you while you are eating, promoting an exercise of mindfulness.
Now, on the website, you can scroll your mouse over the picture featured on top on this post and you can see a different plates for each of the features of the digestive system. You can see the saliva glands, the esophogus, etc, etc all the way down to my personal favorite: THE ANUS PLATE. I know right? What a perfect Christmas gift! I mean, what screams Christmas better then eating your holiday dinner off a plate with a picture of a butt on it. This might be the perfect girl for The Holiday Blog Exchange. Bahahhaa!
They also feature a sterling silver sperm necklace. What woman wouldn't want a sperm necklace to go with that special dress?
Please don't leave me comments about how juvenile I am. I'm already well aware of this fact. I just REALLY have nothing better to blog about today and I'm in a social bloggy mood.
I had an MRI on my knee on Monday and tomorrow I find out the results. Cross your fingers for good results!!!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Don't judge. At least I don't wait until Christmas Eve to purchase my gifts.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Someone slipped me an extra bitchy pill the other day. You know; the pill that makes you irritated and irrational over every little person and thing that rubs you the wrong way? Yeah that pill. I had to remind myself to “stay calm or you’re going to have a coronary”. Oh I can blame my irritation on the never ending “to do” list or the fact that the wind blew my perfectly coifed hair into a faux hawk (it was lovely, I wish I had pictures) or the fact that I am still NOT running, but no, I think someone slipped a bitchy pill into my morning beverage. Bitchy pills….watch out for them. Just thought I’d get the warning out.
Yes, you heard me right, I’m still not running. My ITB just will not release. Stubborn little bugger. I’ve done just about everything I can think of: I’ve gone to physical therapy; I’ve stretched it, iced it, rolled it, massaged it, and elevated it. I’ve even thought about cutting my left leg off and sprouting a new one. When I ran this last idea by my physical therapist; he warned me it might hurt but I could try it if I wanted too.
When you are injured, you have to watch out for those psychotic pills too. Bitchy and psychotic could be a dangerous drug cocktail lest you are pissed off enough to actually try cutting your leg off. Not good.
There was a point in time when I was getting better and even running and then my SI joint came out again and messed my ITB up again. Now I’m back to square one and I’m going back to the doctor this afternoon. We’ll see how that goes.
In the meantime, I have found out that I really like to swim. I never thought that I would say those words, but I do. I’m up to 1900 yards in the pool, which is over a mile. This is a lot for someone who had trouble swimming even 300 yards earlier this year. I think that I see a triathlon in my future. I had Jill record me doing freestyle over the weekend, so I could send a video to my coach to see I need to work on. Jill and I watched the videos and it wasn’t pretty. My arms are ok, and my left leg is ok, but my right leg does something funky when I am breathing on the right side. Sort of like a frog kick. Let’s just say that I would totally win a triathlon if I started on the left and everyone else was on my right side. I would take out the whole lot of them with that right leg. It looks dangerous and lethal.
Jill looked at me after we had finished reviewing the video and said: “Well, at least you’re not vertical in the water anymore”. I’m so proud of myself; see how far I’ve come? No wonder I had trouble swimming 300 yards, that’s hard to do when your feet are practically touching the pool floor.
Ok, time to go to the doctor. Did you see the picture up top? You can't miss it. Those are some of my happy pills. My daughter, daughter's BFF, and my puppy. Just missing my husband (who was taking the picture) in the picture. I have a lot to be thankful for in spite of that damn ITB.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Non-nerd translation: This weekend was the Denver Rock and Roll Half Marathon and I had the pleasure of meeting up with a group of friends to hang out and have beers. Adam and Beth's husband Ken were racing the next morning, the rest of us were either injured, pregnant, or were kids.
Adam (I Am Boring), Jill (RunWithJill), Tara (I hope you know who I am by now), Ken (SUAR's husband), Beth (Shut Up and Run).
Beer does a body good. Adam proved with his marathon PR the next day. His wife Tiffany and Sam (SUAR's son) are in the background.
Discussing Quantum Physics. Oh who are we kidding, they're talking about running.
Jill and Tara. I love my swim buddy Jill.
Beth with her family. Beer, Emma, and Sam
More blogger pictures. I know, shocking isn't it. I'm sure the other patrons of the restaurant thought we were nuts with all of our cameras.
After lunch, we wished Ken and Adam good luck on their race and parted ways. Jill and I headed over to the Denver Marathon expo, where we sat in on a little seminar on running at altitude, which featured Olympic Gold Medalist, Frank Shorter ; Olympian and Denver Half Marathon winner, Alan Culpepper and former marathon world record, Steve Jones. It was pretty interesting.
After the seminar, we did a little shopping at the expo. Here's my goods:
The shirt, bag, and hat came as a trio and was a great deal at the Run Girl Run table. I just really wanted that big pink bag. I could fit Alan Culpepper in that bag. Very roomy.
Run Girl Run socks and a RunLikeaGirl long sleeve running jersey.
My husband and I had planned on going downtown to watch the race on Sunday morning, but he woke up with a swollen, red achy arm and he went on a trip to the urgent care instead of the race. They took blood tests and are still trying to figure out what the heck is wrong.
Good job to everyone who raced this weekend!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I really don't have a butt injury, it's a little more complicated then that (my SI joint in my lower back came out and caused glute pain, which led to ITB issues), but for simplicities sake, let's just call it a butt injury shall we?
I tried to angle just right so you could see both shirt and shoes. I look like I just got done running, but since I can't run yet, I swam instead and put the outfit on to pose for you guys. You're welcome.
I went to Chicago even though I couldn't run the race. I am not going to lie and tell you that it wasn't hard to go, I didn't realize how much this race really meant to me until injury stepped in between me and my sub-4 goal. It's easy for me to say that my heart wasn't in this marathon training, but looking back, I think my heart was totally in tune, but I put so much pressure on myself to go sub-4 that I was almost scared to run the dang thing. It wasn't until after my injury that I realized how much this race signified to me. Today marks the one year anniversary of my bilateral pulmonary embolism. This race was a chance to prove to myself how far I have come since then. No worries, I'll take revenge next year.
When we arrived in Chicago Saturday morning, the 10-10-10 signs were everywhere. They were even on my L train pass. I wasn't sure how I would survive the weekend without a total meltdown, but my husband and I boarded the L train and went to see our longtime friends. Once with friends, the beer started flowing and I started to feel a little better. Beer does that.
Me and my beer breath hoped a taxi and went downtown to check out the expo. I even got to see Dean Karnazes, but didn't get a picture because my camera battery had died. Grrrrr.
I did manage to get a couple of shots before the battery died.
I felt the excitement at the expo! I wanted to race so bad, so I turned in my timing chip. I knew that if that timing chip were still on my bib, I would have been at that starting line the next morning. That wouldn't have been a good move for my butt injury. That would have been a hot 26.2 mile walk.
I was sad when I left the expo and hopped a taxi ride back to friends and more beer. Now when I say that I had a 10-10-10 beer a thon, I really only mean that I had a total of probably 4 beers over the course of a day, but I'm not a big drinker so.....WHEW !
Congrats to all you Chicago runners out there! Conditions were NOT good for this race and each and every one of you are awesome in my book! Congrats again!!!!
Honestly, I am glad to put this weekend behind me, it is a total relief. This weekend, I will be spectating the Denver Rock and Roll Marathon and Half Marathon.
Speaking of the Denver Marathon, I received an e-mail yesterday from my local Runner's Roost about the marathon this weekend and one of the things that caught my eye was this statement:
It's not to late to take advantage of the Brooks VIP Porta Potty Pass! .
Really? It sounds kind of crazy, but after standing in a porta potty line that was a mile long and then finally having to make the desicion to either pee or miss the start at my last race, I would pin that pass on my shirt right next to my gels and proudly use it.
Good luck to all of you Denver, Kansas City, and all other racers this weekend!! Best of luck to you all!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
What? I'm on a break.....
I think a couple of posts ago I mentioned about some piriformis and hip pain on my 20 miler. Well, I ran through the pain and developed ITB issues and I know better to screw around with ITB issues. I rested, I stretched, I foam rolled, and I walked around with bags of frozen peas duct taped all up and down my leg. Oh, whatever, you would do it too if you had to….don’t give me that snicker.
When I couldn’t make it through my last 12 miler before the marathon, I finally broke down and made an appointment to a see Sports Medicine doctor. He was great, he gave me a cortisone injection for the ole ITB and wrote me a prescription for physical therapy, and said “Have fun and call to let me know how you did on your marathon!” Don’t you love the sports medicine doctor? They never try and talk you OUT of running, but encourage you and tell you all sorts of good things about the Chicago marathon because they have ran it themselves at some point in time. They will give you cortisone injections and help you duct tape frozen bags of peas all over your body if it would just help you get to that marathon.
Anyway, when I went to my first PT appointment, I mentioned the piriformis and hip pain to the therapist and he found out the root cause of all my problems. My SI joint, which is the joint that holds the pelvis and the tailbone together, had come out of its socket and had gone back in at a tilted angle (I’m sure that I do not have this explanation medically correct, but whatever). This caused me to have piriformis issues, which led to the ITB issues. Isn’t it funny how one thing can affect so many other things?
So basically, I am a pain in my own ass. Literally.
Apparently, SI joint issues are not an easy fix and I will be in physical therapy over the next month strengthening my hips and learning proper ways to stretch, which puts me out of the marathon this weekend. I won’t lie to you, bagging the marathon hurts way worse then my ass does. I worked damn hard this time around in order to go sub-4. I had the confidence that my training, combined with the flat sea level course, would enable me to pull it off. However, it is that is what it is and I made the decision that the smart thing to do would be to pull out of the marathon and let my body (read as butt) heal. I will be back next spring and WATCH OUT because I will want revenge.
In the meantime, if you are wondering about the lack of cookies, pies, and chips in your local grocery; it is because I am consuming mass quantities of these things and there is not enough to go around. It is all needed in Denver, Colorado right now.
I am still going to Chicago this weekend (plane tickets are bought), so if you see a blimp wearing gold running shoes, that’s me. I still need to post a picture of me wearing my Gold Brooks that I special ordered for the race, maybe I will take a picture of me having a beer drinking marathon in Chicago instead.
Good luck to everyone who is running Chicago this weekend! A special good luck to my two buddies Marcia and Keri! Go girls!
Forgive me for not visiting your blogs. I will come back to you soon. I promise
Friday, September 10, 2010
I know. Contain yourselves. They're cool, aren't they (humor me).
A friend of mine clued me onto them last week when she e-mailed me a picture. I saw them and was instantly smitten. They are the same brand shoe that we both normally buy, but this is the "limited edition" (I got 'em cheap cuz no one wants to order them) version. I told her to "DO IT! ORDER THOSE SHOES!" I then e-mailed the photo to Jill over at "Swim with Jill" and she ensured me that I would be WICKEDLY fast in those shoes.
So I ordered them.
I am now thinking that I need to order the purple pimp hat
and the money necklace to go along with my gold shoes.
What do you all think?
Ok, maybe not.
Anyway, I'm almost there folks. I did my first of two 20 milers over labor day weekend. Let me say this...it wasn't good. I had been sick for most of last week and in all honestly, I had no business doing the long run at all, but I needed the miles, so I did it. Stats are 20 miles in 9:25 average pace at a 176 average HR. Now, last week I did my 18 miler at an 8:52 average with a 169 average HR, so I just have to assume that the higher HR was due to my being somewhat ill.
The sad thing is, now my butt hurts. Oh it hurt a little bit before, but now I am REALLY in pain. Like haven't been able to walk very well pain for the last few days. I think it is that piriformis syndrome that I have heard a lot about and I have been trying to stretch, foam roll, and "drink lot's of wine" to try and relieve the pain. I hope it works. I think that the "drink lots of wine" is helping the most, so I'll keep at it. You have to do what you have to do right? I can't miss another fall marathon. Hell, I'll think that I'm jinxed.
Ok. that's it from this end. I've been blog slacking this week due to work, but it's the weekend, so I'll be catching up with you guys soon! In the meantime have a great weekend.
Also, go check out Molly and wish her well on her very first marathon this weekend! GO MOLLY!
Monday, August 30, 2010
"Only crazy running people get out of bed at 5:00 in the morning to eat breakfast and prepare to go on an 18 mile run." I thought as I lay in bed in the darkness. I snuggled deeper into the bed and enjoyed the cool air and thought about going back to sleep. However, the temperature was supposed to be hovering around 90 degrees on Sunday and I had an 18 miler on my schedule, so I rolled out of bed and prepared to get my crazy on.
That's what us runner crazies do right? We have no choice. I could wait until the heat of the day, but I would gripe and groan about the heat, I could wait until the evening, but then there is that Sunday evening beer that I would have to contend with (hmmm....that wouldn't be a pretty 18 miler), so I got up early and left by 6:30. And yes, that would be AM for you non runners out there. That's probably late for some runners; I'm a bit of a lazy sloth.
The plan was to do a three mile warm up and then alternate between goal pace, faster then goal pace, and slower then goal pace over 15 miles. The last mile was cool down.
It went pretty well and I must say that the run felt pretty good. Nothing spectacular happened. I didn't run out of water, I didn't accidentally spit on myself (snot was at a minimum), I didn't have any stomach issues (that seems to be only during races....lucky me), and I didn't get a salt mustache (got up early to beat the heat). After the run, my legs were a little on the tired side and I felt a little nauseous from the heat. I looked at my husband and said: "Who does this? This is crazy, why am I doing this?" He just shrugged and left me to ponder why I am training for a marathon. I'll have to think about that one.
Average overall pace was 8:52. Average HR was 169.
Nelly's "Just a Dream" got me through this run. I think I played it a minimum of 50 times. I just kept telling myself that the pain was just a dream. What tune is getting you all through your runs lately?
Monday, August 23, 2010
My long run this weekend was 16 miles. The temperature here reached a high of 98 degrees yesterday and by the end of my run I was caked in salt, sweat, and I had drained my 72 ounce camelback bone dry. I even had a salt mustache on my upper lip. It was mega attractive.
I still can’t believe that I drained that whole camelback, I mean, if it doesn’t cool off soon I’m going to have to strap a Culligan water tank to my back for my 18 and 20 milers. I would look ridiculous, especially with a salt-stache. I was without water for the last three and a half miles and I have never been more miserable, yet I could not find a water source to refill. My husband met me at the end of my run with a huge jug of cold water. I decided right then and there that I would marry him all over again. I gratefully took the jug and slurped it down while my husband moved as far away from me as he could. I suppose I did smell a little.
Other then the heat, lack of water, sweat, and the stache, my run felt pretty good. My training schedule read: low key 16 miler, so I did a six mile warm up at a 9:49 pace, 8 miles at a 9:02 pace, and then did a two mile cool down. Average Pace was 9:23 and Average HR was 165. Low key felt good. Next weekend I will be working on alternating between goal pace and faster then goal pace, so it should be a tough run. I’ll be shopping for that Culligan tank.
The rest of the afternoon was so hot that I did my best to stay indoors. I took my teenage daughter back to school shopping for clothes/school supplies and then caught up on my Yahoo news. Did you know that there were twelve Duggar children that fell ill last week (you know, the reality people with the million children)? And that the dad had to care for all twelve children? I don’t know about you, but 12 puking Duggars would be enough reason for me to not have that 20th child.
Rounding out the top news stories were: “Britney Spears Loses her Twitter Crown to Lady GaGa” and “8 Things You Don’t Know About Toothpaste”. Good stuff on Yahoo top news.
Ok, that’s about it from this end. I’ll be seeing you all soon!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
It was a great weekend, not only did I race, but I got to meet two awesome bloggie friends and catch up with two other great bloggie friends. The fun started when Jill and Marcia picked me up and we headed to Idaho Springs to pick up our race packets and eat lunch. “Leave it to the last minute me” had to register for the race and then we headed over to Beau Jo’s Pizza Place to load up on carbs (read as: crap). One of us may have also had beer with our pizza; I’ll let you guys figure out who that was. Hint: I will NEVER learn.
We met Shana and her husband Brian at the pizza place and had a great time discussing the race, our families, half marathon PR’s, stomach issues, and blogs. You know, all the things a group of runners talk about when they meet up.
We had a great afternoon and I really enjoyed meeting Shana and her husband Brian and Marcia and hanging out with Jill again. Miss Jill planned a lot of our weekend and spent a lot of time hauling Marcia and me around, even though she herself was not racing. She’s such a sweetie; if you don’t know this chick, you really should get to know her!
Ok, now on to the race. Jill, Marcia, and I got to the start line pretty early. The race started at 8500 ft, so it was cold and I was shivering in my tank top and shorts. Shana was already in the porta potty line and Marcia and I made a beeline straight for her. Beer and pizza the day before had left my tummy rumbly and Marcia was in the same boat. The line however, was NOT moving very fast, so we had to start the race with full bladders (and colons).
Ok, now you all know what happens next -we start, we run, we finish, so instead of writing out a race report, I’m going to just highlight some of the things that I learned from the race.
1.) Pacing is good. I started off slow instead of my normal “bat out of hell” pace and it really helped me later on in the race. By mile 7, I had settled into a pace in the lower 8:00s and I was pushing a 7:37 pace the last mile trying to make up some time from my two porta potty stops. I am learning how to pace!
2.) Powerade is not good for my stomach in a race. Neither is beer and pizza the day before the race
3.) Squatting over the toilet at mile 10 does not have the same feel as it does at mile 4. Might as well just sit right on down shaky legs and NO there is no time to line the toilet with toilet paper. Just pray no one has peed on the seat.
4.) If desperation sets in because there is no toilet paper, the cardboard TP holder wipes just as well. It’s just a shame that I had forgotten about the baby butt wipes that Shana had supplied me with that morning. They were in my pack and probably would have been less chaffing.
5.) Walking through the aide station is a total waste of time; I need to learn how to funnel the cups.
6.) I really CAN run hills when I am well rested! And at altitude!
7.) Runner friends don’t blink an eye, but congratulate you when you exclaim “My time was 1:57:16 and with two poop stops!” You just can’t share that little tidbit at the office.
8.) Maalox can be used as a post race recovery drink. And the minty flavor leaves your breath fresh and inviting. Really it does.
I made it to the finish at 1:57:16 extremely happy to be done with the whole thing.
Jill and I met up with Shana and Marcia (who both rocked that race having come from sea level!!!!) and went to find some chow. Along the way, we found Beth and her husband Ken and it was great to catch up with them. Beth actually ran a PR this race!
All right, you all know the rest. We ate, drank, recovered, and took a picture with a moose (yes, totally normal in Colorado), and went home. Until next time!
Friday, August 6, 2010
You guys are great. I hadn’t blogged in over a month because quite honestly I have been overwhelmed by running, blogging, work, etc. However the minute I put it out there that I was having a hard time with motivation, you guys came at me full force with all sorts of great advice and suggestions. Thanks to you all!
I had a great run last night, which included speedwork at the track. The weather was cloudy and cool, which I think helped A LOT, but I went in with an open mind and nailed all of the paces for my speedwork. Not only did I nail them, but I had a negative split for each session. I’m going to take my training one day at a time, but last night’s run was a huge confidence booster.
I rewarded myself with a Butthead beer from the Tommyknocker brewery. I believe this was another one of your suggestions; to reward myself after a good run. Just saying.
Ok, switching gears here. Most of you who have been following me for awhile now know that I am a vegetarian and I try and make it a huge point in my life to eat as organic and clean as possible (besides all of the wine and beer). A couple of months ago (yea, I’m just getting around to it), I was sent samples of the new G and G2 Natural to try. Now you’ve all heard of Gatorade and I am definitely one of those people who have always used Gatorade, mainly with biking (but I have used it after a run), so I was pleased to try their new product.
The natural versions provide the same hydration and performance benefits as Gatorade Thirst Quencher and G2, yet are made with all natural ingredients (READ: No nasty chemicals to put into your machine of a body!). So for geeks like me who search the ingredients list before I buy something; this is totally up my alley.
The G Natural provides: 14 grams of carbs (50 calories) for fuel, 110 mg of sodium and 30 mg of potassium to help maintain electrolyte balance and hydration.
While the low calorie G2 Natural provides: 5 grams of carbs (20 calories) with the same amount of sodium and potassium as the full calorie version.
I tried both of them after two separate long runs and they tasted very similar to the regular Gatorade and G2. In fact they tasted really good, especially after a long, sweaty run. I would probably be more inclined to purchase the G Natural rather then the G2 Natural because the G2 includes Reb A, which is a stevia derived sweetener, which is used to replace sugar. After a hard workout, I am looking for the sugar AND the calories, so I would definitely reach for the G Natural. But they were both very tasty.
You can purchase the G Natural and the G2 Natural at certain select Whole Foods stores. Go to the Gatorade website to further check out the product here.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I have a confession. I’m deep into training for the Chicago marathon, but my heart is just not in it. Running has become a chore, something that I have to do, not something that I want to do and I just don’t know how to get my motivation back. This morning I was reading blogs and I read a post by Candice at I Have Run titled: Falling in Love Again. She pretty much put into words what I have been feeling for the past month now, especially when she says “I have been logging the miles because my training plan says I should, but I haven’t looked forward to running for awhile now. I want to fall back in love with running.” And all I have to say is: Me too! Me too!
I have even contemplated NOT running a fall marathon this year. I freaking can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. I’m at the point in my training where I will soon be getting into the 18 and 20 milers, so I can’t just give up now; I’ve invested way too much time. So I think that I will just take this one day at a time and set some realistic goals for the coming weeks. More importantly, I am going to take responsibility for my training and stop making excuses when something doesn’t go right. No sense in blaming it on the weather or whining because of my lack of lung capacity, these are things that I can’t control. I am going to focus on things that I can control like adequate fueling, sleep, and my attitude. I am responsible for these things. Me and only me. I will see how I feel in a few weeks and re-evaluate my goals again.
In other news: Lance Armstrong made an announcement this morning at the capitol building in downtown Denver. They are bringing a Pro cycling race to Colorado! I am super excited about this! The race will be held next August and I am already trying to come up with an “illness” that will get me out of work that week.
Check back later in the week, I will be doing a review of G and G2 Natural products.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My Chicago Marathon training officially starts this week; I’m so excited! I think I am more excited about this second marathon then I was about the first. I think it’s because I know what to expect this time, there’s not that fear of the unknown looming out there. I have already set one goal for my second race and that is “I will not puke at mile two of the Chicago Marathon”. I think I’ve got this one in the bag.
I started off marathon training with a Lactate Threshold Test, this is to test my heart rate zones and reset my training paces if needed. Now, these tests are great fun (that’s sarcasm that you might be smelling right about now) as you have to run as fast as you can go for 20 minutes. I hate running really fast, mainly because, I’m not a fast runner. I would much rather run in that long, slow marathon pace.
My average pace for the 20 minutes was right at 7:46, but the one thing that stood out was that I did this in a lower heart rate then my previous run test. My heart rate didn’t actually shoot up into the “be careful, you’re gonna have a coronary” zone until I jacked the treadmill well over 8.5 mph. Hmmm…maybe I could have gone faster; I hope I didn’t mess up the test since I didn’t go “full out”. My legs felt good too, not the normal jello that they usually are after a test.
Anyway, glad that dang test is done and I can get on with my training! I have a few runs on my schedule this week, plus a few bikes, and my long run of 9 miles is Saturday. Sunday, I have a 3.5 hour bike ride on my schedule in order to prepare myself for the Boulder Sunset Century Ride next month.
Have a great week guys! What are you all training for?
Friday, June 18, 2010
Anyway, I’m still around. After my marathon, I took time off to enjoy life outside of internet and running. GASP. Shocking, I know.
I’ve enjoyed some beautiful hikes around Colorado.
That is my dog pooing in the foreground; beautiful isn’t she?
Went to my daughters dance recital.
I’ve rediscovered such things as ice cream and other junk food.
I’ve gone to Missouri and suffered through their 5000% humidity to watch my beautiful younger sister wed her new husband. I may or may not have been dancing on a chair at the reception, which caused my mother to exclaim “How drunk were you!!??” I gently told her that I do not need to be drunk in order to dance on a chair; I am naturally stupid and will do things “just because”.
I’ve been riding my bike a lot more in preparation for the Boulder Sunrise Century ride on July 24th. With the increase in rides comes the increase in saddle sores, so I ordered a new product called “Hoo Ha Ride Glide”. It’s specifically for women, made by women. Plus, I just liked the name, it made me snicker. Again, I am juvenile
That’s about it. Marathon training for the Chicago Marathon starts next week. I’m really excited to get back into the swing of things!
I've been trying to keep up with my blog reading, but I'm going to being reading more soon!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I went out to Random.org to pick the winner of The Silver Maple $40 gift certificate and it generated number 46, which means that Candice at I Have Run is the winner!
Today, I am in a Nutella coma. Anyone ever tried this tasty goodness? I really must stop it with the sweets, it is two weeks past my marathon and it is time to put away the crap and junk food and get back to training!!
Have a great week everyone!
Friday, May 21, 2010
So, it's been almost two weeks since my marathon. What can I say; I've been in a sugar and beer coma and just haven't had time to write about my marathon. I would really just rather wallow in my beer, but people have been asking about my race report. Soooo, here we go.
Ok….this is long, so for some of you, here’s the short version: I had really bad stomach issues, but it was one of the best freaking days of my life!!
Or, for those of you who are really bored:
Marathon morning, I got up at the most lovely hour of 3:30 a.m., so I could be on the bus that would take us up the canyon by 4:15. My nerves were already screaming and I struggled to take in a banana and some dry cereal.
At 4:15, my husband dropped me off at the bus depot and I walked around until I saw Beth and we loaded the bus. She was a bundle of nerves too and I am so thankful that we were able to ride up to the canyon together, I would have probably been much worse off had she not been there. We sat there talking quietly until the girl in the seat behind us barfed up her breakfast. I was totally done after that. I sat there in my seat trying to hold in my Wheaties Fuel for the remainder of the ride.
We were dropped off in the middle of nowhere in this totally gorgeous canyon; we looked around in awe and then made a beeline for the potties. I dropped a load that could have competed with an elephant and felt really bad for the sorry sucker who went in after me. I should have known right then that my tummy was not going to cooperate. We heard the words “Five minutes to start!” and we lined up. Beth and I hugged, cried, and wished each other well in our races. I knew she would do well, hell the girl was in a cheetah skirt!!
“Runners on your mark! Get set! GO!”
It was a beautiful morning and I really just tried to relax and take it all in. At the mile two aide station, I tried to take a gel and a little water since I wasn’t able to before the race and my stomach rejected it and I threw up on the side of the road. Don’t worry; I managed to save my shoes. I felt pretty defeated, how in the hell was I going to run a race when my stomach was in knots at MILE TWO!
I managed to smile for a lot of my photos, but the camera caught a couple moments of pain when I wasn't looking. Check out those chicken wangs. Don't tell anyone that I stole these photos.
I told myself to calm down. I had the normal pre race jitters and fear over whether I would be able to complete that daunting 26.2 distance and make my time goal, but I was more nervous about the fact that my 6 months treatment on blood thinners was complete. My hematologist had taken me off of my blood thinners just two weeks before the race and I had been freaking out all week. I was scared to death that I would have clotting issues again and while I knew that running would not cause a clot, running would release it a clot if I had one. Then, three days before the marathon I had tight painful calves and they did an ultrasound on my legs. Nothing.
I think I might puke.
Sometimes the mind plays horrible tricks on you.
After the puke, I sort of gave myself permission to let my time goal go and just run and yet by mile 13.1, I was still on track to come in at 4 hours, but I knew that I had to eat something to keep my energy up. I tried to take in some HEED energy replacement at the next aide station and I walked a little to keep it down. It did!! However, I was in the shitter again by mile 15. Bummer.
Miles kept flying by and I was now hopeful that I would finish. I had been trying to take a little bit of HEED in at every aide station and I also knew that Jill was meeting me at mile 19!!! The thought of a friendly face kept me going!
Then came that long hill at mile 19. I mean, where the hell, did this thing come from?!?!! At the top of the hill was Jill! She had her camera, so I smiled for a picture and then I started to cry. She gave me a huge hug and I told her how bad my stomach felt. She did her best to console me and told me that my husband was waiting at mile 20 and he had some oranges that she had cut up for me that morning.
Climbing up that damn hill at mile 19!
I came across mile 20 at 3:08:27. Slightly off my goal time, but at this point, I DIDN”T CARE, I was ready to be done. I stopped and posed for a picture with Rick and Jill started shoving oranges in my mouth. They tasted sweet and good and they stayed down, so I had more.
Not sure why I am running like that. Delirium?
The next six miles were hard. I was getting really dehydrated and Jill was forcing me to stop at every aide station to take in some water and HEED. I would walk until I knew it would stay down and then start going again. Bless that woman.
At one point, she started talking about some Tuesday night interval training that she had just started and asked me if I wanted to join her. WHAT? I told her I didn’t even want to think about speedwork at that point! What’s wrong with you woman!!
This is my "screw it, I'm walking photo"
By mile 24, I was still horribly nauseous, but I was starting to feel the exhilaration of the fact that there were only two more miles and I was about to finish my first marathon (and I hadn’t killed myself with a blood clot!)!!
At mile 26, we rounded the corner and left the trail and came out into the town of Fort Collins. My husband was standing there with a huge sign that read “Way to go Tara” (thanks Jill, for making me those signs) and I could see the finish line. I handed Jill a few things and I ran up to the finish.
The crowd was cheering and I was so overcome with emotion that I broke down and I started crying. What an awesome feeling; I had almost finished my first marathon!
Like I said, I have never before experienced such raw emotion as I did running up to that finish line. I had been stripped away that day and at one point had serious doubts about whether I would have to quit. It was so nice to push back all of those nasty negative thoughts and say “I DID IT!”
I crossed the finish line and threw my hands in the air with a HUGE smile on my face. The announcer said: “You aren’t supposed to look that good after crossing the finish line of a marathon! Can you give me a push up?” I of course dropped and gave him a push up.
Tara and Jill. Jill Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Tara and Rick
I collected my medal and hugged Jill and Rick. Chip time was 4:15:27. I had officially become a marathoner that day!!
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