Monday, October 22, 2012

Learning to listen to my body

Best Halloween Costume EVER! 

I think maybe the only one that can top this is a costume I have not seen, but only heard about.  A friend told me he once dressed as Forrest Gump complete with Nikes, full beard, and bubba gump shrimp hat.

Anyway, I'm slowly starting to increase my miles again and cautiously getting back to 'normal'.  I'm trying really hard not to over do it.  Resisting the urge to jump right back into doing too much causing me to re-injure my foot.  It feels pretty good and I'm itching to run and feel like myself again, but learning to listen to that little voice in my head that says, "hey stupid, remember when you said you were going to ease back into training, running every day and not resting IS NOT easing in".  I'm catching on and starting to actually listen.

Last week I ran 5 miles on Monday after work.  I felt really good, stretched and iced afterwards.  Tuesday I brought my running gear to work with me with the intention of running again after work, but felt this nagging sense within me telling me that I should not run two days back to back just yet and I should probably take a rest day just to be sure my foot would be OK.  So, I listened and took my gym bag fully packed and prepared right back home and put it on the floor for the next day.

Wednesday, Kim came over after work to run in Lowell.  We did a new-ish 5 mile loop that we have been trying lately that goes partly downtown and then through the hills of the Belvidere neighborhood in Lowell.  It's nice to get this weekly tradition started back up again after the marathon and coming back from my foot injury.  We did pretty good, chatting the whole way except in the last mile, we both picked up the pace and finished the run strong.  I stretched a little more and iced again.  So far so good.

Thursday I decided to test out my foot with another run.  It wasn't as fast as the previous runs in the week and I was a little sore to start, but eventually loosened up and felt OK.  Not sure based on that if I'm ready to start back to back weekend runs for Goofy.  I didn't have any pain and my foot felt OK the following day, but I was a little anxious and worried that it would hurt.  I think my body is ready, but my brain is holding me back a little.  Not necessarily a bad thing.  I do need to proceed with caution, but at the same time, I think I'm ready to start pushing it a little.

Friday I rested and I had planned on running Saturday morning, but it was drizzling and muggy when I woke up and I felt more like staying in my PJs and relaxing than running so I caved to that urge and skipped the run.  I had a couple of birthday parties to go to later in the day and just really didn't have much motivation to do anything.  I chilled on my couch most of the day with the windows open and a hot cup of tea in hand.  Didn't get a lot accomplished but still felt like I made the best choice for my body. 

Sunday morning was one of my favorite races all year, the Boston Fire 10K.  Great course, fast and flat with tons of volunteer support.  Awesome live music after the race, unlimited free beers until the kegs are kicked or until everyone leaves for the Patriots kick off, and raffles for really amazing prizes like $100 gift cards to the North End and weekend get aways to area ski resorts.  And with the exception of the first year that I ran the race in freezing clod and raining conditions, it is usually a gorgeous fall day, cool and sunny.

Yesterday was absolutely perfect.  Temperature was about 50 degrees when we started and the sun was out.  It was a little windy and I was shivering standing around waiting for the start, but as soon as we started running it felt awesome.  It was actually kind of warm.  With the sun shinning brightly on us it felt more like summer than Mid-October.  Last year I remembered getting passed in the last quarter mile by a friend on Boston Fire so I was looking for him this year and I caught him in the last 0.2 of the 10K and passed him on the corner going to the finish line.  I thought redemption was mine, but after checking the results, he must have started after me because he still beat me by several seconds. 

I crossed the finish in about 57 minutes, but didn't stop my watch, I wanted to run back along the course to find my friend Ann and see if I could run her into the finish and get her a new PR.  She was aiming for 1:03.  About half a mile out from the finish I found her and my watch said 1:00:and change.  PR was within reach.  I told her to keep pushing and finish strong.  She could totally do it.  I got her to the last corner and cheered her on the entire way, then stepped off the side of the course and watched her cross the finish mat stopping my watch precisely at that moment.  1:02:59!!!!  She got it.

This week, I will continue with short easy runs during the week and I plan to attempt my first back to back 'long' training runs this weekend.  8 miles Saturday and a half marathon Sunday.  Gotta get Goofy and see how my foot reacts.  Then I can adjust my training plan if needed.  I feel pretty confident based on my recovery from the marathon and runs so far.  It may be time for some new shoes though.  I didn't put much mileage on them before the marathon, but they are about 3 months old and they are the shoes that have really aggravated the Plantar faciitis, so perhaps they were a bad fit from the beginning.  82 days to go til Goofy and marathon #12.  Crazy!!!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Chicago recap

Ok where to begin.......well, it didn't go exactly as planned, but it was still a great trip and another 26.2 miles conquered. 

The week leading up to the marathon was the longest week ever!  Time seemed to go by in slow motion and sometimes even felt like it had stopped completely.  I was unable to focus at work and as the days passed my anxiety increased and the hours of sleep I got decreased.  I was worried about my foot even though it had been ok for the past few weeks and I was concerned that the lack of training in the 6 weeks before the marathon would make this race particularly challenging.  I went to one last acupuncture appointment on Tuesday to make sure I was in the best shape I could be in when I got to the start.  Wednesday night I did a short easy run with Kim and Erin, just 4 miles.  Felt pretty good and got a few of the nerves out.

Thursday at work I was freaking out.  I tried to check into my flight online and got an error message that my confirmation code was invalid.  I had to try 3 different websites and then called travelocity and got transferred to the airline and had to check in over the phone.  Extra stress I did not need before leaving.  I hadn't packed yet and I still had the plumber coming at some point before I left to fix a busted radiator pipe in my house.  I got a text message from the plumber saying he was free all day so I took a half day to get the pipe fixed and to pack and try to relax a little.  I got home around noon and the plumber showed up shortly after.  I started packing and laid out everything on my couch checking and double checking that I had two of everything I needed just in case.  I don't know why I might need two pairs of arm warmers and two pairs of throw away gloves and two pairs of running capris, but I might change my mind the morning of the race and decide I want a different color of something.  It's crazy I know.  This is why it was good I took a half day to pack.

The plumber was able to fix the pipe and it cost me less than his original estimate so I was pleasantly surprised.  I managed to jam everything into a carry-on bag and a 'personal item' bag so I didn't have to check anything.  I finished packing in the early afternoon and could finally relax and breath a little easier knowing I was as ready as I could be for my trip.  I even had time to bake some cookies for Kim's father in-law to thank him for the ride to the airport.

Friday morning, bright and early, I got up and drove to Kim and Bill's house to hitch a ride to the airport.  We made it to the airport with a littel time to spare, made it through security and got some coffee before boarding the flight.  I got a window seat, which is my favorite because I can squish and contort myself into a little ball in the corner and fall asleep.  As I got comfy in my seat I looked down and remembered the days that my hips didn't even fit comfortably between the two arm rests.  A guy sat down next to me that looked like a runner, in running shoes and a nice new balance jacket.  I remembered hating fully booked flights because I was so big it was always awkward being that fat person no one wants seated next to them.  I'm not that person anymore and now I really only fly to run marathons, crazy how things change.

Anyway, I asked the guy if he was going to Chicago for the marathon and he said he worked for New Balance and was the race director for the Rotterdam marathon.  He wasn't running, just going for 'business'.  That's a business I'd like to be in. Maybe someday.  We chatted about Rotterdam and he convinced me to add it to my 'to-do' list.  It sounds like a really great race that is growing in popularity.  And why not?  I've never been to Rotterdam, I'm embarrassed to admit I didn't even know where it was.  I had to google it after the plane landed.  I told him I was on the race committee for a stair climb event and gave him some info and my email.  He said he actually has a cousin that is a fire fighter in Connecticut and he would pass the info along.  I hope they both climb, that would be so cool.

Before I knew it, after a little snooze, we landed in the windy city and met everyone at the baggage claim area and headed to the hotel.  Almost all of our flights arrived at the same time so it was incredible.  There was at least 10 of us out of a total of over 20 people running together.  Pretty good planning and scheduling on everyone's part.  We got to the hotel and only about half of the rooms were ready.  People that didn't have rooms yet store their stuff in other people's rooms.  My room, which I shared with my friend Patty from NYC, was ready so we went to the room and dumped our stuff before going to the expo.  The rooms were really nice.  I highly recommend the La Quinta downtown Chicago.  It was actually really really nice.

Everyone met back up in the lobby after a few minutes to store bags and whatnot.  And we headed to the famous "L" train to go to the expo.  We got a little lost and ended up on the wrong train platform and then almost went on the right train headed in the wrong direction.  We eventually got on the right train and got to the stop in Chinatown closest to the expo, but still several blocks away.  We walked a few blocks, checked the map, recalculated our route like a GPS and walked a little more.  We found the building that the expo was in, but approached it from the wrong side so we had to go through the garage in the basement of the building and then to a random set of double doors and finally we found it!



Patty and I got our bib numbers and we lost track of the rest of the group.  We walked around and checked out the expo.  Took a bunch of photos.  Photos of the entrance, then Patty getting her number, and then re-took the one of Patty getting her number because it didn't come out great, then a photo with the official course map and almost everything that said Bank of America Chicago Marathon on it.  It was pretty funny.  Thankfully I was in no hurry and kind of enjoyed the excitement and enthusiasm Patty had for the marathon.  I think somewhere along the way to number eleven I lost that.  For me it's just another long long run and it's lost some of that magic.  Patty helped me find it again.  

As we were walking around we noticed a line around one of the vendor areas and I looked and it was DEAN KARNAZES signing autographs!!!!  Holy crap, I am so glad we took our time and didn't rush through the expo.  We got in line and I MET HIM!  He was so cool.  I showed him a picture of a sign I made for Boston this year using one of his quotes and told him I got a lot of thumbs up from people running.  He was so nice and wished me luck in the race.  I still can't believe I met him.

We checked out all the running gear for sale and all the cool freebies.  The official Nike gear was kind of lame, the graphics sucked and the colors were weird so we skipped buying any of it and found a much cooler shirt totally by accident.  Walking past the 312 beer tent towards the wall of names, they were selling t-shirts for $10 and it was the coolest design in the whole place!  Best shirt ever!  Then I found my name:
We went back to the hotel and tried to see what everyone was planning for dinner, but it seemed like everyone sort of decided to do their own thing so Patty had a friend that lived in Chicago and he happened to live only a few blocks from our hotel so we met him for dinner and went to the famous "Gino's East" for deep dish pizza.  I'm more of a thin crust person, but I figured "when in Rome...."  It was pretty good, but really too much food and too much cheese and crust, just heavy and overloaded with stuff, so much that you couldn't really enjoy the flavors of the individual ingredients.  Not my style, but I tried it.

Saturday, again, it seemed like everyone just wanted to do their own things.  Patty and I got up and got dressed, got the amazing free breakfast at La Quinta and went to the Willis (aka SEARS) Tower skydeck.  It was the one thing I didn't get to do last year and I really wanted to check it out.  We got there early enough that there was no line and we went right to the top.  Man, they're not kidding when they say it's really really tall.  I was a little dizzy at the top.  The views were amazing and then we stood out on one of the glass ledges.  My legs were shaking and I had to back out onto the ledge because I'm terrified of heights and I didn't want to look down.  I get queazy just thinking about it now.  So glad I did it though, it was really cool.  Here's the view (I pointed my camera down, but didn't actually look, came out really good considering):
After the tower, we got lunch and walked to the river boat tours.  Met up with my friend Steve from DFMC and took the river and lake tour.  I had done the river tour last year so it was cool to see the lake part this time.  Unfortunately, it was a little chilly and when the wind picked up it got really cold.  When it wasn't windy it was a perfect sunny fall day, but dang, that wind really goes right through you.  After the boat tour ended we headed back to the hotel then realized it would be better if we just went straight to the restaurant that we were all eating dinner at.  Maggiano's.  Perfect pre-race carbo loading.
After dinner we took cabs back to the hotel and tried to get to sleep.  I could have fallen asleep immediately from food coma.  Patty on the other hand must have been nervous or is just a busy body in general.  She was up and shuffling around for a while after we got back.  I tried really hard to fall asleep but didn't have much luck.  Before I knew it I rolled over to check the clock and it was time to get up.  We both woke up about five minutes before the alarm was set to go off.  We got dressed and went downstairs to grab a quick breakfast before walking to the start. 

As we got closer to the start our group split up because we were all in different corrals.  Patty and I were in the same one and we started walking towards the gate to get into the runner only area and just by chance we walked right past Steve!  So, we all went to bag check together.  As the clock ticked and start time got closer I was excited and overwhelmed.  Exactly 5 years ago to the day I ran the BAA Half Marathon (my first half marathon).  Now I was getting ready to run my 11th full marathon in less than 4 years.  It is so hard to believe I have come so far and accomplished so much.  It blows my mind every time I think about it.  Getting choked up at the start:

Ok, so enough of the build up.  The gun went off and I was running my eleventh marathon.  I ran my own race.  Focused on how far I had come and celebrated with every step.  I reminded myself that I needed to start slow and see how I felt and I could always pick up the pace later on if I felt good.  I felt really good from the start.  I smiled ear to ear and took in all the sights and tried really hard to look around and appreciate every mile.  The miles early on in a marathon seem to go by really fast.  Marker after marker you can't believe you're really doing it and you mentally check off each one as you get closer and closer to your goal.  My pace was ok, comfortable, not fast, but not slow either.  I was consistant as usual.  Then around mile 9 my tummy rumbled.  It was MCM 2009 all over again.  Stomach issues.  I had to stop.  I found a port-o-potty and waited in line watching the time tick on my Garmin and doing the math, I could still hit my goal time.

I started running again and felt pretty good.  My foot was fine and I was making progress, not as fast as I wanted to, but I felt good and I was running strong.  I wasn't stopping and it was an ideal day for a marathon.  Cool at the start, then about 50 degrees as we ran.  Partly sunny with little to no wind.  I was so happy.  I thought about all the people that helped me get to this point and all the people that had told me at some point that I couldn't do something or that I wasn't strong enough or I wasn't good enough.  With every stride I was proving them wrong and I was making my supporters proud.  My mantra for the day was - "I am strong, I am powerful, I am beautiful, and I can do this!"

At mile 20, I felt my tummy rumble a little more and I decided to stop so that I could finish the last 10K strong without any worries.  I watched the time pass again and knew my original goal was impossible, but I could still get under 5 hours if I kept the same pace I was running up til then.  I continued on past Chinatown and the bank clock that broke my heart last year with a temperature in the 80s.  This year it said 51 degrees and I smiled passing it feeling pretty good and not dying from heat exhaustion.

Somewhere around mile 22 I felt a stabbing pain I was hoping to avoid.  MY FOOT!!!!  I'm pretty sure I might have said a not so nice word out loud.  I was so close and NOW it was starting to hurt.  WHY NOW???  I pushed through and tried to adjust my stride and my foot fall to avoid overpronating and heel striking.  It didn't matter much.  It hurt, A LOT.  I kept going.  Nothing was going to stop me.  I looked at my Garmin and tried to do the math, could I still get under 5 hours.  Yes, maybe, I don't know, I don't think so.  Readjusted goal to "just finish".  You can see the pain in my face in one of the best pro photos ever captured of me running:

Running strong and finishing despite incredible pain in my heel.  After I crossed the line and stopped my watch, I hit reset and didn't even look at the time because I saw a 5 and I knew I was OVER 5 hours.  I didn't care by how much.  I just knew it was more than 5 hours and I was disappointed and really upset that my body failed me not once but twice in the race.  First with the stomach issues and then with the foot pain in the last few excruciating miles of the race.  It didn't matter to me that I had overcome both obstacles and finished another marathon.  In my mind I failed and I felt no post-race high and no joy and no sense of accomplishment.  I only felt despair and depression because in the best conditions possible (flat course, perfect weather) I had a really rough race day.
I made it through the finish area and got my checked bag and put on dry clothes and layed on the ground drinking my free beer waiting for Patty to find me.  My foot throbbed with pain and my heart ached from the perceived failure.  I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.  Patty found me and tried to cheer me up.  She had run a new PR by A LOT.  The favorable conditions definitely worked well for her.  She helped me up and we went to the post-race party area for more free beer.  I could barely walk.  Putting any weight on my foot hurt and the emotional pain of not performing as well as expected didn't help either.

The beer tent closed so we started the long walk back to the hotel.  I got to see another Chicago landmark I missed the year before - The Bean!:

Walking wasn't going well so I talked Patty into a cab even though we were only 4 or 5 blocks from the hotel.  After showering and changing we met up with the rest of the group and went out for drinks.  Almost everyone in the group PR'd by huge chunks of time.  It made my poor performance even harder to take.  I wanted to be happy for my friends and I wanted to celebrate a great race, but I felt like garbage and I felt like I didn't even belong in the group.  I felt like the odd man out.  The one thing in the group not like the others.  Everyone was talking about how awesome the day was and asking, "How did you do?" I wanted so bad to be able to say I did awesome too and I felt great and it was amazing, but none of that was true.  I felt horrible, I was in pain, and I failed to meet every pre-race and adjusted during race goal I had set for myself.  I wished they would stop asking and I didn't want to hear about how great everyone felt. 

We left the bar and people went back to the hotel or off in various directions to find food.  Patty and I went to one more bar to get another post-race drink.  Patty was determined to make me realize that despite all the things that went wrong I still made it and I did something incredible.  I appreciated the effort, but walking around in search of a drink, hobbling on my foot that throbbed with every step was only a painful reminder with every step that things didn't go as planned and I didn't do as well as I had hoped.  We got one more drink and went back to the hotel.

I didn't sleep at all.  I cried from the pain in my foot and the pain in my heart feeling like such a failure and not part of the group that had all run so strong and so successfully.  I got up part way through the night took a handful of advil and filled a bag of ice to put on my foot.  Eventually, I got a little sleep but not restful and definitely not on cloud nine like the rest of the group.

In the morning we woke up early and packed our bags.  We went to the Nike store to get Patty's medal engraved.  I refused to get mine done because I was so disappointed with my time I was not going to get that put on a medal.  Kim and Bill came shortly after us.  We got there first and started a line outside the store before it opened.  It was a bit of a cluster-f*%& because after waiting outside in the cold for an hour a few people showed up right before the doors opened and walked right in a separate set of doors that the idiot security guards opened before the door we stood in front of for an hour.  We talked to the manager and sorted it out, but seriously, NIKE, get that crap organized next time.  Patty talked me into getting my medal engraved.  I refused to put my time and decided to put a different milestone on it instead:
I'm glad she made me do it.  Now that some time has passed and I have had days to reflect on it, it doesn't matter what the clock said when I crossed the finish line - I DID IT!  5 years ago I didn't think any of this was possible.  I didn't think I could run a half marathon and I thought my friend Jenine was insane for suggesting it and now I have completed 11 FULL marathons in just under 4 years.  That is an amazing accomplishment!  26.2 miles is a marathon no matter how long it takes to finish it and I did it.  I need to be proud of myself.  For too long in my life I have felt like I am not good enough at one thing or another and I have beat myself up for what I thought of as personal failures.  I finished the 2012 Chicago marathon in 5:05:28!  I thought that 5 minutes and 28 seconds made me a failure and I thought that meant I wasn't good enough.  Well, it's time I change my thinking.  I RAN A MARATHON!  That is not just good enough, that is AWESOME!

So, the journey continues.  My foot is feeling better.  I've run twice since the marathon without issues.  And there are 89 days until I get to do it all over again in Disney!  I will approach the training for Goofy with caution and watch to see how my foot feels.  I am icing and taping and stretching and sleeping with a brace on to keep my foot flexed.  I am determined to keep going and I will not let a little disappointment stop me from dusting myself off, getting up, and trying again.  Not every race and not every run is a good one, but the same can be said for life - not every day is awesome and filled with sunshine and rainbows.  I'm stealing this from a great motivational movie character that knows better than anyone how to get beaten down and keep getting up and fighting.
I AM BETTER THAN THAT!  I can take a lot of hits and keep moving forward.  That IS how winning is done!  


Monday, October 1, 2012

Waiting is the hardest part

6 days to go until marathon #11, 4 days of work, one or two more short easy runs, one more acupuncture treatment, a few hours on a plane and the fun begins Friday morning in Chicago with a huge group of all my running friends.  The anticipation is building, anxiety and excitement.  I've been here before I know what to expect, but it never makes it easier.  As my brother said to me two years ago as we drove the course of the Portland Marathon, "26.2 miles IS FAR!"  Nothing left to do now, but menatlly prepare for the journey ahead.  Training is done.  Good or bad, I can't change anything now.  I can go over it a thousand times in my head - I wish I would have done something different and I wish that run felt better or I wish I pushed harder or I wish I did more cross training and strength training and I wish I didn't eat so much ice cream this summer.  It's all behind me now and the only thing to do now is rest, try to relax, and hope for good weather.

Before I get there, I have done a little preparation leading up to this week.  Two weekends ago, I ran the Wicked Half Marathon in Salem, MA.  It's a nice challenging course with rolling hills.  I'm still a little nervous that my foot will bother me during the marathon so the half was a good test.  And since I've basically taken the last month and a half off to rest and treat the injury and pray for the best possible body to make it to the start line on October 7th, I am not really sure how my pace will be and if it will be a good race or a complete shit show.  I used the half as a barometer to gauge how my body would react to the miles and to predict my potential performance in the marathon.

I got to the race really early, it was still dark out.  I was able to park right across the street from the school where the packet pick up was and where the start/finish was.  I had time to use the bathroom in the back of the gym that no one had discovered yet.  Only part about getting there early that sucks is waiting.  I walked around and chatted with a few other runners.  Dropped off my warm layers in my car and went to the bathroom one more time, by that time the secret was out and there was a line.  Anyway, ready or not, the race started and I was off and running.

I started the race conservatively and just wanted to feel it out and see how my foot felt.  It was a little sore to start, but within a mile or so it loosened up and felt ok.  I still tried to tread lightly and din't really push the pace.  I had passed these two girls talking and they noticed a younger girl in front of us wearing fitted capri running pants that hugged her curves in all the right ways.  They said something like, "I wish my ass looked like that."  I looked and briefly thought the same thing, then I thought, screw that!  I have a nice ass too and it's running just as fast as that girl.  So, my mantra for the race became "I am beautiful, I am Strong, and I am powerful!" (and I'm running just as fast as that skinny bitch, hahaha)

By the time I passed the water stop 5 miles into the race and took my first gel, I felt awesome and decided to pick up the pace a little and see what I could get for a time.  The course wrapped around the neck of Marblehead and the hills out there are brutal, but before I knew it I was passing mile 7 and headed back towards Salem and I was feeling amazing.  The perfect ass was still just ahead of me, but I kept her in my sights and after mile 8 I was feeling really strong and powerful so I passed her and her perfect ass.  Only 5 miles to go!

I held onto that pace and continued to pass people.  With just a few miles to go I couldn't believe it.  I felt great.  I was thinking to myself, my acupuncturist is a friggin magician!  My foot was totally better.  I noticed a little soreness in my legs, but that might be because this was the longest I had run since I did 13.1 in my half ironman a few weeks before.  I didn't care because my main concern, my foot, felt fine.  I passed the last mile marker and wanted to cry I was so happy.  I was passing people left and right and still picking up my pace and about to finish really strong.  I wasn't even pushing as hard as I could because I could talk, I passed a girl wearing a really cute Lululemon top and asked her how recently she bought it and if they still had that color in stock.

I rounded the last corner and now there was just about half a mile between me and the finish line.  I looked at my watch, not a PR, but right on target to finish where I wanted to be before the marathon.  I kicked a little harder and pushed giving it all I had to get to the finish line and stop the clock.  I crossed in 2:11 averaged a 10:05 pace.  A lot faster than my half ironman run and a lot faster than I expected.  Confident and really happy, I am totally ready for the marathon.  Most of my fear about my foot vanished and the fear that I wouldn't be able to run the marathon was gone completely. 
I was a little sore after the race and I walked around a bit and stretched.  The runner's high began to wear off just as I met my friend for a smoothie and a cup of tea at the Salem Life Alive.  My foot was a little achey, but not so bad that I couldn't walk on it like it was after my 20miler.  Nothing that a few more acupuncture appointments and some rest couldn't fix.  After catching up and chatting over some tea, I headed home and celebrated the run with some treats from Trader Joes.
The following week was crazy busy at work and I had another acupuncture appointment Tuesday, then a short easy run with Kim Wednesday.  Thursday I had a plumber come over to look at the broken radiator pipe in my living room.  I was stressing out about the estimate because I have no concept of what it should cost and what's involved to fix it.  It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.  He said he could order the part the next day and fix it sometime next week in about two hours for a total of about $180.  I mean I would rather not have to spend that money, but I'm extremely excited it's just $180 and not another zero on the end. 

I hadn't been sleeping great so I decided to go home and relax Friday night.  Saturday morning was a group run with a few of the people going to Chicago so I wanted to be well rested.  It worked, I went to bed early and woke up in a puddle of my own drool feeling so rested that I was a little woozy and dreaming that I was drunk.  The weather was cool and rainy, so a few people bailed on the run and not as many people as expected showed up.  I was bummed for two reasons, I wanted to meet some of the people I didn't know and I knew the people that did show up were a lot faster than me.  I ended up just doing 5 miles out and back.

I got home afterwards, showered and put on some warmer clothes and made some soup.  It was a perfect day for soup.  Totally yucky out.  Passed out on my couch watching TV and went to bed early again because Sunday I had a 5 mile race to go to.  My friend Sarah was the race director and it was her first event so I signed up and told her I'd be there to support her.  When I woke up I had to take my resting heart rate 3 times because I didn't believe how low it was - 44beats per minute.  Amazing what a good night sleep will do for you.

The weather had gotten worse from the day before.  I was hoping that it would clear up, but when I drove to the race the rain started coming down even harder.  The urge to bail was really strong.  I didn't want ot get sick before Chicago, but I told Sarah I'd run so I got my number and sat in my car to stay warm and dry.  It was only 5 miles, I could do that in my sleep.  With half an hour to go before the start I decided maybe if I ran a little first to warm up it wouldn't suck so much.  My ankle was kind of bothering me and it felt better to run than to walk so I jogged around and did about a mile before the start.  I saw a friend from my old job and stopped to chat with her and in the distance people were starting to run, I said "is that the start?" and she said, "yeah but it's the 5 miler, we're running the 5K", to which I responded, "crap I gotta go I'm doing the 5 miler!"

I ran past Sarah at the start and she said don't worry you'll catch up.  The course was hilly.  Nothing ginormous, but a few long inclines that slowed me down a bit.  I thought to myself and smiled, "Chicago is flat."  It was a very pretty area and they had the roads completely closed which is nice.  It went by pretty fast and I finished in about 46 minutes.  I'll take it!  9:20 pace a week before the marathon and feeling good.  I'd say I'm ready.  Great race and good to see a few friends too.  Wish I could have hung out a little longer, but I needed to go grocery shopping and get some dry clothes on.  Apple Harvest 5miler - definitely a race I will run again.

So, the countdown is on.....6 days to go!  This week will go by painfully slow and I will just want to go and then the weekend will go by way faster than I want it to.  I know the drill at this point, but have to remember to take it all in and enjoy every minute of it.  Sunday will be exactly 5 years from the day I ran my first half marathon.  Hard to believe that back then I laughed at the idea of running 13.1 miles and thought my friend Jenine was insane for suggesting it and now I am about to run my 11th FULL marathon.  I have run 25 half marathons since then not including the two 13.1 mile runs in the half ironmans I've completed.  CRAZY!!!!! 

I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!  The next few days will not go by fast enough.  And then it will be time to RUN!