Wednesday, May 23, 2012

It's Official......

Before I get to the whole point of my post, which is the Colfax Marathon Relay Recap, I just wanted to say:  It's official, you guys were correct in saying that my belly is small for as pregnant as I am.

 The other day a co-worker came up to me and we had this conversation:

 "Hey, I heard you were pregnant!"

  Obviously, news travels fast around my office.

 "Yep, I'm in my 26th week. Only another week and I'll be hitting my third trimester."

 "Wow, I had no idea that you were even pregnant until Rob mentioned it the other day. I just thought you were getting a little chubby."

And that's what I was scared of.  I'm in that stage where you just can't quite tell that I am pregnant, but you can definitely tell that I've put on a little weight.  Like 17-18 pounds worth of who the hell knows what.  So to most people, I look like I've been hitting up the Cheetos and ice cream all winter (which I have, especially the Flaming Hot Cheetos, but that's besides the point).  How many other people are out there thinking that my low belly bulge is due to me not being able to put down the beer and nachos.

This weekend, I had the pleasure of running with 4 other people as part of a team for the Colfax Marathon Relay.    We decided that the pregnant runner (that's me in case you hadn't figured that out yet) would get the shortest leg, so I only had to run 4 miles.  I  am still putting in about 15-20 miles a week, with a 6 miler on the  weekends, so 4 miles sounded like a good time to me.

We had a group of 4 of us and needed one more person, so I conned my husband into joining the relay team and then decided that he would do the first relay leg, which meant he had to get up at the ass crack of dawn in order to be at the 6:00 am start (none of the rest of us wanted to get up that early).  Moral of the story, if I ever ask you to join my team, be ready to take the crap end of the stick.  Actually, he honestly didn't mind, he's an early riser anyway and enjoyed running in the cool morning air.

Anyway, he had the first leg, which meant that he handed off to me and I got to truckin' on my big 4 miles.  My leg started at Invesco field, home of the Denver Broncos, and the first mile was a climb out of the stadium and up to Sloan's lake.  I have the cardiovascular system of an 80 year old asthmatic smoker right now, so I felt like I was sucking wind on the hill and I decided to walk just a bit, which made me wonder if  people where thinking that I was a lazy turd because my leg had just started and I was already walking and panting up the hill.   I had on the tightest extra small shirt that I could find and I hope it accentuated my belly and people knew I was big and pregnant and not too lazy .  I mustered a little strength to push up and over the end of the hill and we finally made it to flatter ground around the lake.   I had already decided at the start of my run leg that mind over matter was the way to go on the need to pee/lack of bathroom problem, so I tried to focus on other things, such as goose poop.   There was goose poop in certain areas on the sidewalk and the focus it took concentrating on avoiding the droppings took my mind off my aching bladder. .

There were so many marathoners out on the course and it made me long to be in their race shoes.  I love the feeling of race day, when all of your training and hard work comes together to accomplish a goal.   Someday.  I'll be back out there someday, but right now, I was just happy to be doing what I love to do.

To make a long story short, because we all hate long race reports: I saw the 4 hour pace group pass me, leeched onto the back end of them, and I finished.   AND without peeing my pants.

After my leg, I took a bus back down to the finish and to wait for the rest of my team to finish up their legs of the 26.2 miles.

Here's a pic of  my husband and me.  This was his first running race!

Here's my team, which was suitably named Hack Job.  We consisted of:  two newbie runners who were doing their first race, a girl with a bum injured knee, and a pregnant runner.   Not the fastest team in the world, but being the fastest wasn't the goal for us, we just wanted to enjoy the experience and have a great time.  We finished up with a 4:13 marathon chip time. 

One of the newbie runners is stoked to start training for his first half marathon this fall and while I had high hopes that my husband would be joining me in more races, I think he is content to be a biker and occasional runner.  

Plus, he will be watching the baby next year while I run my non-pregnant butt off. 

This weekend was also prom for my daughter Madison.  I must say brag a little and say that she looked absolutely gorgeous, so very grown up.  I can not believe she will be a senior next year, where has the time gone?    

Next up is the Denver Color Run on May 26th.  

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Rock The Parkway Race Recap

Yes, I have fallen off the blog wagon AGAIN. Work knocked me off and I just couldn't seem to keep up or get back on. It's hard to climb back on a wagon while 6 months pregnant.

I'm in my 23rd week or 6th month of pregnancy and I'm feeling pretty good albeit still gassy, forgetful and about 15 pounds heavier. Some may say it's 15 pounds of sassy and I think they are right. I don't hold anything back these days, it's as though someone has given me a dose of truth serum.

A couple of weeks back, I traveled to Kansas City, Missouri to see my family and run a little 5K race called Rock the Parkway.  I was originally supposed to run the half marathon with my sister, but thank God I missed the deadline, because my running is still sporadic at best these days.  Some weeks I run as much as 20-25 miles per week, others weeks, I can barely eek out 10 miles.  It pretty much depends on where Beavis (no the child still has no name...just Beavis) is laying.  If he's down low, he pushes on my scar tissue from my prior C-section and that makes running pretty painful, but if he's up on.  So my sister ran the half, and I ran the 5K with my dad, which was pretty special because it was my Dad's very first 5K and his very first race!

Race morning, we got the brilliant idea to wear matching, bright ass orange t-shirts.  This was to be a really good decision because later on in the race/after the race, we could all spot each other from a mile away.

I had one goal in this race-make it to the porta potty at the mile and a half mark.  Ask any pregnant runner and she'll tell ya that you have to pee every 5-10 minutes, so making it to a mile and a half mark was a good goal..  Actually it was either that or pee my pants because I really had no other choice.  I had no time goals for the race.  I mean why?  I was 20 weeks pregnant and 13 pounds heavier, it's not exactly like I train for speed these days, I pretty much train as to not have triple chins.  So the plan was to just run at a comfortable pace.

Well, I made my potty goal and finished with a chip time of 29:31, which is a 9:31 pace and even though I was slower than usual, I still came in 37 out of 260 in my age group.  In fact, the top 5 women in my age groups times only ranged between 22 and 25 minutes.  Hmmm....may have to come back next year less pregnant.  

Here I am crossing the finish line with a lovely heel strike made possible by a downhill finish. 

After I finished, I found my brother-in-law Wick and we started to look for my dad, which really wasn't hard hence the bright ass t-shirt.   We found him walking about 500 yards out from the finish line.  I ran out to give him a little encouragement and to get him to run it in to the finish.  My dad is not a runner, but he signed up and started to train for the race so that he could hang out with his daughters on race day.  He was so excited about this race and so very nervous that it would take him at least an hour to finish.  

You want to see something inspirational, you watch your 58 year old, non-running father finish his very first race well under his goal time.  His chip time was 44 minutes and the smile on his face when I told him his time was priceless.   I am so very proud of him and I have a feeling that this won't be his last race because he was already talking about training for another one.  :)

My dad and I after our 5K.  His shirt says WTF? on the front and "Where's the finish" on the back.  I'm glad he has a sense of humor.

My dad, brother-in-law, and I hung out at the post race after party and waited for my sister to finish her half.  I must say that I was extremely impressed by the Rock the Parkway race.  They had a great expo, well organized race, awesome after party including a band, and ample food/drinks for the racers.

Pretty soon, my sister texted me and said she was near the finish.  She crossed the finish line with a 17 MINUTE HALF MARATHON PR!!!!    I am so proud of her accomplishment!   This is only her second half marathon and I think that she will keep on surprising herself with future PRs. 

I had such a great weekend and it's always nice when it includes running AND your family.   Hanging out at the race, I realized how much I want my son to grow up around this sort of atmosphere.  I stopped racing after my daughter was born, so she was never around this type of culture.  In my wise, old advanced age, I now realize that you can be a mother and a runner and I would love for him to hang out around these types of events.  You just can't help but come away from them with a good feelings from being around such positive, active people.  And maybe, just maybe, he'll  be just a little bit inspired to be a runner (or biker or triathlete) one day.  

Next up:  Colfax Marathon Relay May 20th

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Snips & Snails & Puppy Dogs Tails.......

Apparently that's what my little boy is made of.  I'm not sure what a snip is, but snails are gross.

Yep, we are having a boy! Look how cute he is; I can't wait to meet the little person who has been kicking and bouncing on my bladder for the last several weeks.  I think he's going to be a runner too, his little legs were going non stop during my ultrasound last Friday.  I would be running in there too, there's not much else to do, well he could swim, but if he's like his mother, he doesn't like to swim.

Today I am 18 weeks and 5 days or in my 19th week of pregnancy and that means I am in my 5th month.  Things are going well and I am feeling much better now that the ingestion has subsided a little, in fact, I feel pretty normal, with the exception of the pregnancy forgetfulness.  I always thought that the pregnancy brain or forgetfulness was just a myth until it started happening to me.

I have fallen off the stupid tree and have hit every single branch.

Seriously, I forget everything.  The other day, I was looking for my pink running glasses and couldn't find them anywhere. I finally gave up and went into the bathroom (I can only go so long without pee breaks), I looked in the mirror and there they were, perched on top of my visor where I normally put them.  The stupid thing was that they weren't the only pair of sunglasses up there.  I had not one, but two pairs sitting on top of my visor.  At least I am prepared for the Colorado sunshine.  Now, if I could just figure out why I thought I needed to pack two pairs of left shoes to go to the gym, instead of a right and a left, I will be all set.

Running is getting harder for me.  I am carrying the little guy pretty low and bio mechanically, running is getting a little painful because I am having to run/walk so slow.  I am going to keep at it as long as I possibly can, but it is definitely a struggle with the pain and all of the peeing.  Trying to map out my runs around toilets is just hard, which is why I love trail running so much right now.  You can pee anywhere!!!  I keep hoping he moves up a little and I start to carry a little higher.   I am still getting in about 6 to 6 1/2 hours of swim, bike, run, and strength work in however, and I feel that this is a major success.

Last week, we took a mini vacation and stayed in a cabin in the mountains right outside of Leadville, CO, so I am way behind on reading blogs since I don't blog while on vacation, but I will catch up.

I did manage to take a few pics:

The first two are on the patio of our cabin with a view of the mountains in the back and the last one is of me right after a 6 mile trail run with my favorite trail running parter.

Hope everyone is having a great week!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Cranky Pants

On Sunday, yours truly stuffed her pregnant self into some spandex and went for a bike ride. I actually had to retire my x-small women's bike shorts and bum a pair of my husbands, but it was a gorgeous, sunny, 70 degree day and a bike ride was in order no matter whose shorts I was wearing.

The husband, Beavis, and I got in a short 20 mile ride and I am happy to say that the hills didn't kill me and I only had to stop and pee twice.  That is one pee for every 10 miles; score one for the pregnant woman.  I had to take the ride a little slower than usual and had to yell at my husband to "Slow down!!" a couple of times, but overall, I felt good on the bike.    

I finished my 15th week on Friday, so I today I am 15 weeks and 4 days pregnant or as I like to say, I am starting my 16th week.   My energy level is better in the second trimester and I no longer deal with morning sickness and dizziness, but different symptoms have now taken hold.  I burp more than a twelve year old boy due to constant indigestion,  constipation is making me angry, and speaking of angry, I can go from happy to "I'm going to light your ass on fire" mad in an instant.  My co-workers call me feisty, but I know they are just being nice.  I realize that I'm just a cranky, old hormonal pregnant woman who burps too much and hasn't taken a crap in three days.

Saturday, I wanted to do my long run of 6-7 miles; however, another pregnancy symptom put a crimp in my plans.  In the second trimester a lot of women will experience what is called round ligament pain.  The round ligaments hold your uterus in suspension and as the uterus grows, it stretches these ligaments, which in turn pulls and tugs on nearby nerve fibers causing pain.  This pain is totally normal and can vary in intensity from a dull ache to sharp pains.  I remember this from my first pregnancy and I was experiencing it again.  Saturday was another gorgeous day out, but I knew that the round ligament pain combined with the fact that I hadn't crapped in three days, would make for a very uncomfortable run, so I opted to swim instead.

Skipping out on a long run on a beautiful day and having to go to the pool made me really crabby.   Borderline bitchy.

I got crabbier as I drove to the pool and by the time I got to the gym, I am sure my face was frozen in a snarl.   I checked in and headed to the pool, sure that I would hear over the intercom a warning for all people in the pool.  "Warning to swimmers.  Bitchy, pregnant woman headed your way."  Actually that would have been nice, it might have cleared some people out, every lane was full, so I had to wait.

I finally got a lane and once I started swimming, my cranky attitude started to dissipate. I was using my new Zoomers swim fins and my ligament pain was actually subsiding, so my mood was definitely improving.  That is until I saw gross sauna man jump into my lane.  My gym has a sauna and a steam room located right next to the lane pool and people will go sweat themselves silly in there and then come out and jump right into the lane pool to cool off.  Never mind that there is a shower located less than 2 feet away from the pool/saunas.  Normally, I can tolerate these people, it's gross, but I let it slide, I figure chlorine will take care of their gross sweat, but today it just took me over the edge, especially since it was MY lane he was in.

I had originally planned to do 2,000 yards, but I was starting to get cranky again, so I grabbed a kick board to cool down and end my swim at 1,500.  Gross sauna man saw me barreling his way with a glint in my eyes, so he quickly dodged under the rope to the other lane.   Every single lane was full of swimmers and I watched him dodging them back and forth.  When I got to the other side of my lane, the swimmer in the lane he was in, was unknowingly headed right for him, so he swam back into my lane.  Well, I didn't stop, I headed straight for him and kicked him.

I know.  I am going to hell for that kick.  Karma will for sure come back to bite me on this one.  I'm sure he'll probably be the anesthesiologist when I go into labor in August, but I bet he won't jump into my swim lane again until then.

Tara 15 weeks 4 days or starting the 16th week.  Smiling.  Today is going to be a good day.  

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Meet Beavis

The other day I caught my husband staring at our 12 week ultrasound pictures. My first thought was: "Awwww, that's so sweet, he's looking at his little baby".

And then he opened his mouth...

"Doesn't really look like a baby yet does it?"

"Well, no, the shots taken from the front definitely look like a little alien because the head is still so big" I replied

"I was thinking that it looked more along the lines of Beavis (from the show Beavis and Butthead)".
He then proceeded to throw his hands in the air and proclaim: "I am Cornholio and I need TP for my bunghole!".

I didn't know whether to be more scared that he still remembered the lines from Beavis and Butthead or the fact that he was comparing our baby to Beavis. I mean, he was right. The baby has a big head and his hands are waving in the air. If you look at it just right, it does kind of look like Beavis from Beavis and Butthead.

So we are now calling our unborn child Beavis. We will be awesome parents.

I was looking extra pregnant this morning, so I took some belly shots for you. Here I am just starting my 15th week of pregnancy. I still look fairly slender, but my waist has definitely thickened up quite a bit and I have retired a lot of my jeans and work pants and am now resigned to my former fat pants.

Front View- 15 weeks.

Beavis and I are still running.  We usually take the the dog with us; I figure her old butt could use the exercise just as much as my pregnant butt does.  Plus how can you really resist this face.

Running has been a lot easier for me over the last week; it seems my heart has finally accepted the 40% extra blood volume and has allowed me to resume running (fairly) normally.  I know this won't last, pretty soon I'll be as big as a semi truck, but for now, I will enjoy it.

Now if someone could just convince my bladder to resume normal function.  The other day the dog and I had 6 pee and 2 poop breaks between the two of us on our 4 mile run.  The poop breaks weren't mine, but I was a little envious.  Constipation......another joy of pregnancy.  

Anyway, my heart seems to have accepted its new workload, which is nice; however, I am still running slow,  I figure I am not training for anything, so why push it?  I first noticed the effects of the blood volume increase around week 7 or 8 and it literally felt like I was running under water, I had no breathing capacity what so ever.  My pace didn't match up with my effort and my heart rate would be through the roof.  I would have to take constant walk breaks to bring my HR down to normal even though my pace and effort were extremely easy.

I honestly never really noticed a difference in my biking.  The leg strength is still there and I hope to keep it that way.  Of course I have been doing most of my biking on the trainer, which definitely helps since I don't have to deal with the lung capacity needed to ride the Colorado hills.  Gasp...gasp.

As for swimming, well....let's just say I never thought that I could actually get any slower then I already was, but of course I did.  Mainly because I would have to breathe every stroke and it would seem as though I would be gasping for air if I tried to swim "fast", so I would just take it slow with lots of rest breaks.   I have noticed a change in my swimming over the last week or so, definitely a little easier.

So that's it.  Still hanging in there with my workouts and fitness routine.  Now that I am in my second trimester, I have a little more energy, so I have been putting in at least 6 hours a week doing swim, bike, run, and strength and trying to stay on a consistent schedule.

My nutrition however, is a different story.  When you wake up at 2:00 in the morning craving baloney sandwiches with mayonnaise and chips crunched on top, you know you are in trouble.   I think it has been 25 years since I've eaten a baloney sandwich, but this is the sort of nonsense I am dealing with.

Off to devour some candy bars.....

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


This is a cleaned up version of what I really said.

I'm kidding of course, the baby was planned, but there's still something shocking about seeing that positive result on the pregnancy test. My mouth dropped open and thoughts of me getting fat and going without wine for the next nine months set me in a panic. I do love my wine.

The baby is due on August 31st, so I am about 13.5 weeks along, and we couldn't be more thrilled. This will be my husband's first child and my second. Madison, my first, is sixteen and a junior in high school. Yep, I am pretty much starting over, I must have had way too much wine when I made this decision. It is scary, but at the same time, it will be a new part of my life and a new adventure, one I am looking forward to in my advanced geriatric age (apparently a woman who is over 35 is a geriatric or "old ass" pregnancy).

The timing was a little off, I wasn't supposed to get pregnant until AFTER the Carlsbad Half in January, but know nature had no idea I was running a race. I was right smack dab in the middle of training when I found out, in fact I was only three weeks away from the race.

I told you all that I didn't have good luck with out of town races.

I immediately started researching fitness and running during pregnancy. Could I still run the race? SHOULD I still run the race? I would be close to 9 weeks pregnant on race day. One thing that I zeroed in on right away was that every single article I read advised expectant mothers not to get their heart rate above 140 bpm. Now, I heart rate train and my zone one EASY pace is anything under 153 bpm. I can easily get my HR up to 140 by just walking up the stairs.

I was honestly in turmoil over this. I had invested a lot of time into the race, but at the same time, I didn't want to put the baby at risk. The first 12 weeks of a pregnancy are critical because it is when most of the development happens. We aren't talking about whether the or not the baby will have big ears or small ears, we are talking about brain, heart, spinal cord....big stuff.

I felt better after I saw my doctor. She was very comfortable with me running the race, in fact, she encouraged me. She said that the 140 bpm were guidelines meant for the average woman. I work out a heck of a lot more than the average woman, so really, they didn't apply to me. Everyone is different, yet my body was used to the stress of running and working out, this is what I do, and she encouraged me to continue with a fitness routine throughout my pregnancy.

The one thing she stressed was that I needed to do the race at a conversational pace and stay well hydrated. Being able to hold a conversion would ensure that I was getting adequate oxygen and therefore, oxygen/blood wasn't being diverted away from the baby during the critical development stage.

I did one better than that. I figured I would run slow enough that I would only need to breathe through my nose. If I didn't need to gasp for breath, I knew I would get enough oxygen and wasn't stressing my body.

This is why all of my race pics look like I just got a whiff of bad cheese.

Carlsbad Half - 8 1/2 weeks preggo.

The doc also told me that I would begin to naturally slow down. Blood volume increases by about 40% in the first trimester and the heart has a hard time keeping up with the increase. Well I took my 40% (fully loaded with altitude induced red blood cells and hemoglobin) more blood volume and went to California and I felt awesome. I had the energy of two ten year old boys after slugging down 20 ounces of Mountain Dew.

Energy or not, I still ran the race slow, finished in 2:13, and I am so glad I did it. I am thrilled that I get to have a baby and STILL get to do the things that I love like running, biking, and swimming (love is a very strong word when it comes to swimming however).

A lot of people have asked me what my race schedule is for this year and I've kind of hemmed and hawed and put them off. Well this is why. I still have a few races on my schedule, but they will all be for fun.

2012 Schedule

March 11th-tossing around the idea of doing the Running of the Green
April 14th, I will be running a race with my dad, sister and some friends in Kansas City, Missouri.
May 20th I am part of a marathon relay team for the Colfax Marathon (this should be funny; I'll be about 6 months pregnant at this time. My leg of the relay is only 4 miles)
May 26th I am doing the Denver Color Run. This one should be a blast. You start out in a white t-shirt and at every 1K, they shoot you up with a different color, so that by the end of the race, you are a color explosion.

My third trimester starts on May 26th, so I have a feeling the only thing I will be doing after that is bitching and moaning about the heat and the fact that I can't have a cold beer, so I doubt I sign up for any race, but we'll see....

August 31st - DUE DATE!!!!!!! Can't wait to meet my baby.

Sept-December - Wine

2013 Race Schedule - IT'S ON. I will be tired of being fat and pregnant, so I will be back with a vengeance.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

11 Random Things and Virtual Run Info

I am probably the last person in blog land to be posting this (well, except for maybe Jill), but since I average about 1 post every three months, that's just the way it is.

I was tagged by Slomo at Cheerful Actually to do the 11 Random things about myself.

Here are the rules:

1. Post these rules.
2. You must post 11 random things about yourself.
3. Answer the questions set forth in your Taggers Post.
4. Create 11 new questions for the people you Tag.
5. Go to their Blogs and tell them you tagged them.
6. No stuff in the tagging section saying "you are tagged if you are reading this". You have to tag 11 people.

I will ignore rules 4,5,and 6. I think everyone has pretty much been tagged. I know I am breaking the rules, but that is just me, I am a big damn rule breaker.

First of all, I wanted to mention that I will be participating in SUAR's Virtual Run on Saturday, February 11th at 9:00 MST. Sherry Arnold was a runner, mother, wife, daughter, and teacher who went for an early morning run on January 7, 2012, and never came home. Thousands of people across the U.S. will be running in Sherry's memory on Saturday. Will you?

You can find the details of Sherry's story and print out a running bib HERE

11 Random Things:

1.) I am a big damn rule breaker. And I just don't care.

2.) I have a huge bunion on my right foot, which makes running difficult sometimes.

3.) I carry a pair of underwear in my purse. I ended up in the ER a couple of years ago and had on the rattiest pair imaginable. If I am ever in a car wreck or in need of urgent medical attention, I can rest assured that I will have nice looking underwear (as long as I am able to change).

You're wanting to leave now aren't you. I'll clean it up a bit

4.) I absolutely LOVE the smell of bacon. If they could bottle it up, I would sniff it all day long. I cannot, however, stand the taste of bacon. Blah. Gross. Nasty. I am a vegetarian you know. Oooo, wait, I can't use that as my #5!

5.) I am a vegetarian. I have been known to slip a few times, but I always go back to the no meat thing. Honestly, the thought of meat makes me nauseous sometimes. I'm weird, I know.

6.) I have a birthmark inside my ear and it looks like a speck of dirt. I don't know how many times my husband has tried to brush it off.

7.) By now you people are realizing that I am just not very interesting. And I am not, but I do love dogs. That's my number 7

8.) I love to run (hey it works! it's really hard to come up with random crap, so leave it be!)

9.) I am an Accountant by profession, but a bum at heart.

10.) I had OCD tendencies as a child. People would tell me that I had pretty eyes and I would have to then blink at least ten times in a row. The seam in my sock had to be lined up just right with my toes and my shoes. I used to drive my parents crazy with this. Yes, I have been crazy since I was little.

11.) I have a total girl crush on Kara Goucher. I drive my husband crazy talking about her sometimes.

Now for Slomo's questions:

11 Questions -
1.Paula Radcliffe has to hold something in her hands when she runs? Do you have anything which is a must when you run that only you do (outside of typical clothing, shoes, gadget) ?

A. I have to spit. I cannot run or bike without spitting at least a million times, which is why I have a hard time running on a treadmill or an indoor track. I suppose I could carry my own spittoon.

2.CNN, FOX News, MSNBC, CNBC, CSPAN, PBS or Comedy Central? (pick two please)

A. What? I don't watch tv. I get my news from Facebook or OMG Yahoo.

3.Biggest Dare you did and/or compelled someone else to do? Do you regret it?

A. I have forgotten my high school years. Too much beer. I'm going to say I probably don't regret it, I don't regret anything I've ever done.

4.Name four famous dead redheads?

Lucille Ball, Carole Burnett, Napoleon, and ???????

5.What is your favorite Shakespearean Play, or the first one that pops into your head?

First one that popped into my head was, of course, Romeo and Juliet, but my favorite one was Taming of the Shrew. Hilarious.

6.Should Ingrid Bergman had stayed with Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca and why?

A. I've never seen Casablanca. Sorry. I've heard it's really good, but I have a hard time sitting still for movies. If it's not a book, I'm not interested.

7.If you could pick your ideal city, state or country to live - which one and why?

A. I'm pretty happy here in Denver. Who doesn't love the mountains?

8.What is your favorite cheese?

A. I could eat White Sharp Cheddar cheese all day long.

9.Burgers, Pizza, Burritos (or Tacos), Fish and Chips or Gyros? Which one is your favorite and what restaurant?

A. PIZZA from Shakespeares Pizza in Columbia, MO. Best pizza on Earth

10. If you were the hottest recruit in the Country for any sport - what College or University would you pick to play, and what sport (running doesn't count)? Why would you pick that School?

A. If I can't pick running, then I would pick FOOTBALL. I love FOOTBALL! I would pick Mizzou in Columbia, MO because the Tigers are my favorite college football team.

11.Name a place you could sit, think and watch life go on around you for a complete day if you had to, could or ever wanted too. Why? ANY PLACE on the planet counts, but try to be specific if possible.

A. I love being in the woods, preferably by a stream. I love the absolute solitude and quiet.

Thanks for tagging me Slomo, I always have fun doing these posts.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Carlsbad Half Marathon Thoughts

Someone needs to take my blogging card away from me. I'm not sure why it is so hard for me to keep up with this blog. I mean, it's simple really, you sit down, you write something, you upload the obligatory photos, and then you publish. I don't know how many times I have told myself "OMG, delete the stupid blog already!", but I can't, not yet, maybe never.

So for the whole two of you, and that number includes my daughter (Hi Madi), who are still reading my posts , here's my thoughts on the Carlsbad Half Marathon that I recently ran.

Before the Race

Back in October, my friend Jill signed up for the full marathon and convinced me that I needed to sign up for the race too. I signed up for the half and then the two of us spent the next few weeks harassing Marcia to sign up as well. Jill and I are expert naggers, so we soon received word that Marcia was in. Our blogger friend Meg, was also signed up for the full and graciously invited (or we may have invited ourselves...I forget) to stay at her house, since she lived so close to the race. Score. Girl's Weekend. This was going to be fun!

Obligatory Photo #1-me doing a long run in a snowstorm.

So I started training. This was to be my first running race since my knee surgery in May, so I was very excited. My training started out great. I was doing more volume based training rather then intensity based and I was feeling strong and healthy and more importantly, I was running faster at a lower heart rate. I knew this race was going to be a good one.

Stay with me here, I'm getting to the race, I haven't blogged in 3 months, so I have a lot to say.

Then mid-December, the wheels just totally came off. I started to feel slow, sluggish....TIRED, and sick. I went to the doctor and had lots of tests ran. I am now on blood thinners and having my platelets and clotting levels checked weekly. The doc told me that I could run the race, but had to take it slow as to not make anything worse.

Run the race slow? My first thought was to bag the race. Who wants to go and run slow. Then I realized, how dumb that was, what was I trying to prove? No one and I mean no one, gives a crap except me about my race times and really, why should I care?

I am way too type A, someone please slap me.

The Race and course

The course was beautiful and the half route ran along the ocean for most of the race. The half course was also pretty hilly, not NEARLY as hilly as the full, but still "bumpy". I knew it was hilly, so I trained for the hills, (which was no problem since I live in Colorado), so they weren't too much of a problem for me. Plus I could breathe for once since it was at sea level.

The first 8 miles went by pretty fast, I just took my time. Let me share with you my bevy of goofy race photos.

Here I am running up a hill looking like I am in la la land.

Here I am so bored that I am twirling my gum. This is a disgusting habit that I have and I can not BELIEVE that the race photographer caught me in action. You probably can't tell that it is gum, but I know what exactly what I was doing because I caught myself twirling the gum several times out on the course. Ridiculous.

I was apparently out on the course so long that my hair grew. I have really short hair, but it looks long and flowing in this picture. I also look like I smell something really bad, which makes sense because there were some people out there who obviously didn't know how the hell to apply deodorant.

Around mile 8, my butt started hurting, so I slowed it even further. I have SI joint issues and the joint was causing hip and glute problems, so I saw Marcia and we just dorked around the last few miles until the finish line. We talked, we laughed, we walked,we made fun of ourselves (and others), and we just had a good time. Seriously, I just had such a good time doing this race. Thanks Marcia.

Before we knew it, the finish was upon us. Thank god because by that time my butt was REALLY hurting. I would have so loved to have sat in a vat of ice. Marcia and I of course threw our arms up as we crossed the line. Nerds.

We found the rest of the girls and posed for this post race photo. Meg, Irene, Jill, me, and Marcia.

Highlights of the Race Weekend

Spending time with an awesome group of girls. Seriously ladies, we must not wait another two years to do another girls weekend. Love you girls.

Finally getting to meet Meg. I've been following her blog for several years now and was thrilled to finally meet her. It was also awesome to meet her husband Steve; two of the sweetest people around. Thank you so much for your hospitality guys.

Meeting Irene and Mary the Running Green Girl. I look forward to getting to know you all better this year through your blogs!

Getting to see my good friend Jill make her marathon comeback!

Realizing that running a race doesn't have to be about chasing down a PR*, crossing a finish line and the camaraderie of fellow runners and friends make me smile too.

*I just say this because I wasn't able to this time. You better believe I'll be chasing that shit down once I am able.