tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58403919350424028032024-03-13T14:02:15.066-07:00Mind Over Body MarathonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-35630874683047335082013-06-10T13:25:00.001-07:002013-06-10T13:25:36.462-07:00Announcing...It's been more than a year, but I'm still here. Sort of. My buddy Steve and I have been working on something and are pleased to announce the launch of<br />
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It's the most comprehensive list of non-Sunday marathons on the Internet. Looking for a marathon to run but don't want to search through a bunch of races held on Sunday? We've got a calendar with cities, states and links to every single race ready and waiting for you. There will also be race reviews coming (if you'd like to submit a review let us know). Head on over and take a look!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-25151395866732953202012-05-13T22:19:00.000-07:002012-05-13T22:27:59.186-07:00There's No Magic To Running Far<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">The bad news (depending on your view of things) is that this will be my last post for the foreseeable future (though I always reserve the right to post on my own site whenever I want).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">In March we completed the purchase of a home and, while my wife and kids went to visit Grandma in Arizona, I spent a few weeks painting, having carpet installed and moving from one house to another. On top of my normal activities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Having moved in, the first week of April was been spent preparing our old house to put on the market. Scary proposition, let me tell you. But it needs to be done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">All told, there hasn't been too much time left over to sit down and write much regarding running. Case in point, I started this post nearly a month ago. Frankly it's a miracle I've been able to continue to run three days a week.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">But none of those reasons are why this is my last post.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">The wall of my garage in my previous house was my space. It's where I displayed all of my race bibs, age group awards, medals and anything associated with the races I've run since this began in 2009. The marathons (and ultra) receive special status and are placed in frames with a picture from the particular race. Each bib has the date and my finishing time written on it. Of all the things I moved out of our old house over those few weeks, this wall was the very last thing to be done. Not because I couldn't have done it earlier, but because I just didn't want to do it. I was proud of that wall. I was proud of what it represented. Of the time, effort and commitment it took to earn each item.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">But as the Realtor left on a Friday afternoon, intending to list the <a href="http://www.redfin.com/OR/Salem/2601-Natures-View-Ct-NW-97304/home/26540401">house</a> on the market the following Monday, I knew the time had come to tear it down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">My long run the following morning was great. I knocked out 18 miles relatively pain and soreness free. It's the longest I'd run since the ultra back in October and it felt good. I felt like a distance runner again. With this run under my belt, I went over to the house, took one more look at my wall, and began to carefully remove each bib, frame and medal and place them in a box. For some reason I worked backwards, so I started with the 2011 Silver Falls Trail Half Marathon bib. And then next came the big one: the 50-mile frame with accompanying medal. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">50 freaking miles. I reflected on that for the first time in a while and it brought a smile to my face. I'm excited to do it again this year. Yes, excited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">I kept working backwards through time. <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/10/marathon-9-st-george-recap.html">2011 St. George marathon</a>. <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/09/marathon-8-running-gap-pocatello.html">2011 Pocatello marathon</a>. The <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/07/catching-up.html">Foot Traffic Flat</a> on the 4th of July. <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/06/2011-seattle-rock-n-roll-marathon-recap.html">Seattle Rock 'n' Roll</a>, where I set a new PR. <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/06/2011-newport-marathon-recap.html">Newport</a>. <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/03/red-rock-canyon-marathon-recap.html">Red Rock Canyon</a>. And that was just <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/11/2011-year-in-review.html">2011</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">I worked my way back to my first marathon, <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2010/06/newport-marathon-recap.html">Newport</a> in 2010, and thought about what a miserable day that was and how it was the encouragement and enthusiasm of a good friend that got me through the final four miles that race without wanting to give up running forever the moment I finished. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">As I came to the final column of bibs, I took down my first half marathon. And my <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2009/08/liberty-house-10k-minto-brown-island.html">first 10k</a>. And then my first 5k. Each of these were distances I wasn't sure I could do at the time I signed up for them. And then the 2.6 mini-marathon bib from 2009. The first race I had ever "trained" for. I thought back to the first day my little brother and I ran a mile on the track in preparation for the big day. It was awful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">It was the final bib on the wall that made the biggest difference though. The <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/p/about_09.html">2008 mini-marathon</a> bib. The day I thought I should be able to run 2.6 miles without any problem and without any training. I was horribly mistaken. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">With an empty wall in front of me I thought about where I had been, the places where running has taken me these last three years and the experiences and personal growth I've enjoyed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">And then I thought about this blog and knew instantly I was done with it. Though I will most certainly continue to run, the purpose of this blog has been accomplished and completed. When I sat down to write my <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2009/08/and-were-off.html">first post in 2009</a>, I had one thought in mind: I'm going to run a marathon. Underlying that finite goal though was something bigger: I was going to become a runner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">The purpose of this blog has been to explore that process. During my time here I have tried to examine the various aspects of becoming a runner though my own experiences. What would it take? What would I need to change about myself to accomplish it? What strategies, physical and mental, would benefit me the most? How would I change, if at all? How would people's perception of me and what I was trying to do be received? Would it change over time? What would be the biggest disappointments? The biggest triumphs? How would all of these things weave together to form a runner? How would I know when I got there? Would it be a certain number of miles? Finish a marathon? More than one marathon?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Though I haven't answered every one of these questions here in print, I have been able to in my own mind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Knowing I had become a runner didn't happen when I realized I could leave the house and run 15 or more miles anytime I wanted just for fun. It didn't happen when I qualified to become a <a href="http://www.marathonmaniacsdb.com/maniacs/MyMarathons.asp?ManiacId=4113">Marathon Maniac</a> or when I ran 50 miles in a day. It didn't happen when the diet I started because I wondered if it would help me became my diet because that's just what I ate day after day. It wasn't any one thing but instead was the sum of all of the experiences and thoughts I've had over the past three years that has changed the way I think of myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">What started as "I wonder if I can run?" has passed through the stages of "I think I can run," "I hope I can run," "can I run?" "I can run" and has arrived at simply, "I run."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">It has become who I am, a runner. I am a runner. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">As I took on more look at the empty wall in my garage, and then to the box full of hard-earned mementos it seemed fitting that now was the time to come to this conclusion. I'm entering a new phase of my life. New baby, new house, new goals. Shoot, I turn 30 in a month and half. But I enter this new phase with something that I wasn't born with or was given. I enter it with something earned. Something worked for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">From the very first day there has been a quote from General George S. Patton at the top of this site:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">I love that. But even simpler is the following from <a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/man-vs-wild/">Bear Grylls</a>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">"There's no magic to running far or climbing Everest. Endurance is mental strength. It's all about heart." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Thank you for reading. From those who have read from the very beginning to those who will find their way here in the future. I hope that what you have found has helped you in your own journey in some small way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium;">If you're interested in continuing to follow where I'm running and what I'm doing, you can follow my progress over at the <a href="http://www.dailymile.com/people/rjones31">DailyMile</a> website. It's going to be a busy few months. In June I have a <a href="http://roguemultisport.com/featureevents/timberlinemarathon.html">half marathon</a> and <a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/seattle">marathon</a>. In July I'm doing an <a href="http://www.deschutesdash.com/">Olympic</a> open water triathlon. And then in a period of 10 weeks from August through the first week of November I'll be competing in a <a href="http://expeditionman.com/">1/2 Ironman</a> distance triathlon, two marathons (<a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/denver">here</a> and <a href="http://www.hagghybrid.com/">here</a>), a <a href="http://www.orrc.net/races/autumnleaves/autumnleaves.htm">50 miler</a> and a <a href="http://www.runwildadventures.com/index.php?p=1_17_Silver-Falls-Half-Full-Marathon">half marathon</a>. A punishing schedule for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, I am a runner.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-10716201575406451872012-01-07T09:00:00.001-08:002012-01-07T09:02:53.016-08:00In Search of IT<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT gets you up before everyone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT is the reason you're in bed early and the reason you lay awake thinking, visualizing, hoping.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT pushes you through the last few miles and keeps you on pace.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT tells you to keep going when you're sure you've given it your last ounce of energy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT keeps you coming back for more, telling you that you can do that just a little bit better. A little bit faster. A little bit harder.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">IT wasn't anywhere to be found during my first few miles; just a long slow boring Saturday run.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And then I saw IT. IT was about 100 yards in front of me, moving at roughly the same speed I was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But then IT took a shortcut through the park and re-emerged a mile later, now a 1/4 mile in front and already moving up the hill.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Time to dig deep and go get IT. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Found IT.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-26282797160690857242011-11-28T21:00:00.000-08:002011-11-28T21:00:57.311-08:002011 Year in Review<br />
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6 marathons (1 PR)</div>
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1251 total miles (as of Nov 28th) and counting</div>
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Marathon Maniac status (bronze level, later promoted to silver)</div>
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It was full year of training and racing, with the first marathon coming the first weekend in March and the last race on Thanksgiving day. I'm ready for a little break through the holidays and with that, a chance to reflect on what I've accomplished, what my next challenges are and what I can do in 2012 to reach them.</div>
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<strong>Most Satisfying:</strong> Staying (running-)injury-free the entire year. Multiple marathons and other races weeks apart, the training in between, no more than a day or two of rest and recovery afterwards and no injuries this year. There's a difference between sickness, pain and injury. If you've got the first, you need to <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2010/08/on-sickness-injury.html" target="_blank">be smart</a> (see <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/10/i-woke-up-in-panic-sometime-around-1am.html" target="_blank">Exhibit A</a> from October). If you've got the latter you need to stop. If you've got the remaining one you need to suck it up. There was plenty of pain this year (<a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/03/red-rock-canyon-marathon-recap.html" target="_blank">post-Red Rock Canyon</a> marathon comes to mind quickly), but no injuries.There was one week back in April where everyone from my parents to the surgeon thought I had a hernia that needed fixing, but that was from overdoing it during a <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/04/why-now.html" target="_blank">spin class</a> session(see also <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/05/im-runner-im-going-to-run.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>, and <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/05/two-weeks-ago-i-hurt-myself.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>). I attribute this to another full year eating healthy, getting enough sleep and taking regular rest days at the same time every week (Sunday and Monday, light on Friday). I can still eat even healthier, but I've come along way since January 2010 when I first started making fresh fruit a regular part of my diet.</div>
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<strong>Best Race Medal:</strong> St. George Marathon. Made of sandstone, each of the 7000+ medals were unique. Newport comes in a close 2nd for its unique glass medal.</div>
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<b>Most Unexpected:</b> Meeting <a href="http://www.scottjurek.com/">Scott Jurek</a> at the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll expo. Nicest guy ever.</div>
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<strong>Most Enjoyable:</strong> Hanging out with my buddy A, and his wife M at the St. George marathon. It was their first marathon and experiencing it with them was awesome. From driving the course the day before (M: "How far have we driven?" A: "About halfway." M: "Only half?!?") to the hanging out at the expo/pasta dinner, to the early morning bus ride, to killing time in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night for a few hours pre-race, to running the first half mile or so all together and then finally to see them cross the finish line together and (after some time) experience the awesomeness that is the feeling of finishing your first marathon. And then to get a phone call the following Monday morning that began with "I can't even walk down the stairs in my house I'm so sore today, so why do I have the urge to sign up and run another one?" He's been bitten (M, not so much).</div>
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<strong>Most Difficult:</strong> Without a doubt, <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/07/learning-to-swim.html" target="_blank">learning to swim</a>. Running was difficult at first too. But there was never any chance of drowning while running. Learning to swim was extremely frustrating and in the days leading up to my first triathlon, a 500 meter swim was about the most awful thing I could think of. And it didn't go all that smoothly on race day either. I didn't swim again until just a few weeks ago, and it was still just as awful as I remembered it. But something happened as I started showing up to the YMCA pre-6am every single day: it got easier. I started swimming 1000 yards every morning. And then on Day 7: a mile. In 44 minutes. Without a struggle. Now I'm swimming a mile a couple of times a week and combining 500 or 1000 yard swims with 5k runs on other days. </div>
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<strong>Most Questionable:</strong> No question about it, the Autumn Leaves 50-miler. When your parents openly question if you can and/or should TRY it, even during the week leading up to the race you start to wonder a little bit if you should. When your wife half-jokingly (give or take a few % points) asks about the value of your life insurance policies and is satisfied with the answer you wonder if you're crazy. And in a quite moment at the starting line, when you're asking yourself "What. Am. I. Doing?" you try to answer the question. But you don't have time to, because the gun goes off and you do the only thing you can do at that point: <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/10/final-thoughts-before-running-50-miles.html" target="_blank">you run</a>.</div>
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<strong>Business Left Undone:</strong> A sub-4 hour marathon. I've got to get there. 4:07 in <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/06/2011-seattle-rock-n-roll-marathon-re%20cap.html" target="_blank">Seattle</a> in June and 4:08 in <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/09/marathon-8-running-gap-pocatello.htm%20l" target="_blank">Pocatello</a> in September was as close as I got. In both of those races I was tracking sub-4 until miles 21 and 22, respectively.</div>
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2. Olympic-distance open-water <a href="http://www.deschutesdash.com/" target="_blank">triathlon</a>.</div>
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I may have a few posts here and there in the coming weeks, but probably not too much. There may even be a redesign of this site if I get around to it. But I'll be back at it regularly in January, ready to hit the training hard for what I hope is another great year. If you don't want to miss any posts, be sure to subscribe via email in the box on the left side of the page or become a Google follower. Thanks for reading and staying in touch in whatever way you do (even if it's just stopping in every so often to read). Your support and encouragement means a lot.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-18083830000120967512011-11-15T16:16:00.000-08:002011-11-15T16:17:28.933-08:00Efficient Digestion<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's a quick, 2 1/2 minute video of <a href="http://www.runningraw.com/" target="_blank">Tim VanOrden</a> talking about efficient digestion. I don't eat as clean a diet as he does, but his emphasis on the benefits of eating foods that digest quickly and easily (think: fresh fruit) is spot on. He's a great speaker, also. Very easy to follow and understand. I would add that the same could be said about sleeping with a stomach full of hard to digest food: more energy is diverted away from the body repairing itself and directed towards breaking down and digesting whatever it was you stuffed yourself with before bed.</span><br />
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I wasn't sure what I would eat during the race, but figured I would just go with what my body was craving, particularly in the later miles. If you've followed this blog for any significant period of time you know I'm a huge proponent of a fruit predominant diet. I start every day with a half gallon of 100% frozen fruit smoothie goodness (oranges, bananas, strawberries) and try to eat fruit only (not including water) until dinner each day. Some days I do better than others, but I always start with a smoothie.<br />
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As far as liquids go, I decided prior to the race that I would drink only Heed and no water. Scientifically correct or not, my thinking was that if I was going to need constant electrolyte replenishment during the day, that I had better start from the very first lap. From what I know about water, it dilutes things. So heed it was. (In the later laps I started mixing a <a href="http://www.nuun.com/">Nuun</a> Electrolyte tablet with the Heed in my water bottle, hoping it wasn't like mixing drugs). I also consumed 50z of <a href="https://www.firstendurance.com/nutrition/efs-liquid-shot.html">EFS Liquid Shot</a> after laps 1 and 2. I had more of this in my bag, but I just wasn't feeling it, so I left it alone.<br />
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My Garmin watch says I burned just over 6,500 calories during my run. That doesn't include calories burned just by existing the rest of the day. I don't know how many of those calories were replaced during the run, but I'm guessing not many. I don't know how many calories Heed has per 10oz, but I know how many an orange has and its not much, even with the number of oranges I consumed during the day.<br />
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Also interesting to me was the fact that post-race I never experienced the "I need a buffet NOW!" appetite that I often feel after a marathon. I waited for it, but it never came. The evening of the race I had a medium-sized plate of pasta, and then Sunday afternoon after church I had a 48oz smoothie. Another small plate of pasta Sunday night and that was it for the weekend. Monday came and I was <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/11/72-of-recovery-hours-for-50-miles.html">back to normal</a>.<br />
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I really was impressed by the Heed. It felt good in my stomach and I really felt like it was the difference in continuing all day without problems. That and refraining from the candy offered every few miles and sticking with the fresh fruit. Maybe that doesn't work for everyone, but for me, it was a winning combination.<br />
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This is kind of scattered-brained. I'm two weeks removed from race-day now and some of the details I wanted to include are starting to fade a bit. But I wanted to make the point that good nutrition really does matter. I'm not sure if things would have turned out the same if I had spent the day pounding down Butterfingers, candy corn, gummy bears and sandwiches.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-25978431722419881842011-11-02T12:48:00.001-07:002011-11-06T18:17:06.173-08:00Psychology of the Final Mile<div>
For the first 7 3/4 laps (48.44 miles) during my <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2011/10/2011-autumn-leaves-50-mile-recap-its.html">Autumn Leaves 50</a> mile race last Saturday I was completely locked in on only one thing: the lap I was on. That was my goal prior to the race, to focus only on the lap at hand and not to worry about anything else that had happened before or that still awaited me. For more than 10 hours I accomplished this goal, despite numerous opportunities to stray from it. A few quick examples:<br />
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Lap 1 was slower than I had projected. If this had been a marathon or another shorter distance race, running an early segment too slow would have mentally thrown me into a state of negativity ("it's just not my day") or into one in which I would try to make it all back up as quickly as possible and and up flaming out later in the race as a result. On Saturday I didn't care that my first lap was slow. I finished the lap, put it behind me, reset myself and started a new lap.<br />
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After completing Lap 6 and meeting my friend K at the aid station I looked at my overall time for the first time all day. I had been going for more than 7 hours. Just looking at that had the potential for disaster, much like the feeling you might get when swimming out into the ocean or a lake and not realizing how far out you are until you turn around. I could have panicked. But I reset myself again, as I had done a half dozen times already that day and started in to a new lap.<br />
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The quote from George S. Patton at the top of this site has been a fixture since I started running and writing here. Read it again now, given the context I've just laid out:<br />
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<em>"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired."</em><br />
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I thought I knew what he meant by that. Now I know.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-57355825527845808432011-11-02T11:25:00.000-07:002011-11-02T11:28:26.114-07:0072 -- The # of Recovery Hours For 50 Miles<div>There was a point during my 50 mile run on Saturday that both time and distance felt like they had stopped. It was at 8 1/2 hours and more than 43 miles into the race, when I first noticed it, when it felt like I had run no further and had been out there no longer than during a marathon. I can't explain it. My recovery has been much the same as after a marathon also.</div> <div> </div> <div>Saturday night was pretty awful. My knees were pretty swollen (I couldn't make out my knee caps anymore) and there was some pretty intense pain up and down my legs. Nothing sharp or acute, just dull and achy. It made it difficult to fall asleep because I couldn't ever get comfortable. At some point I fell asleep out of exhaustion and when I woke up Sunday morning, I was sore, but not like I had been. </div> <div> </div> <div>I was moving pretty gingerly on Monday as well, but I took the stairs up to my office (my barometer of how my muscles are feeling on any given day) and felt decent. Once I got moving I was alright. It was the sitting and then starting to move that was most painful.</div> <div> </div> <div>And then I awoke yesterday (Tuesday) and there was no pain. No muscle soreness at all. I helped out with our local high school's basketball clinic they put on for the local middle schools last night and before I could even think about it I found myself demonstrating a drill, running (yes, running full speed) up and down the court. No one else probably noticed or would have even cared, but at the end of the demonstration I cracked a smile, laughed to myself for a second and thought, "recovery complete." </div> <div> </div> <div>And so it's back to training today. A good run this evening and one more tomorrow and then comes what could be my final race of the year on Saturday, the Silver Falls trail half marathon. It's a decently challenging course with some elevation change to deal with (including climbing a few flights of stairs around mile 10) that I ran in 2:02 last year. </div> <div> </div> <div>I'm still working up my recap on my in-race (and post-race) nutrition and refueling strategy, which should appear here by the end of the week. I've said this before but I think it's worth saying again: I believe my diet is the biggest contributor to me getting back on my feet so soon after a long run or race.</div> <div> </div> <div>Hooray for a quick recoveries.</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-91969648061174666892011-10-31T16:34:00.000-07:002011-10-31T17:39:32.193-07:002011 Autumn Leaves 50 Mile Recap: "It's Awesome, Baby!"Part 1: Autumn Leaves 50 miler at Champoeg State Park: 10hours 19minutes 21seconds<br />
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Let me start by saying that it didn't feel like I was out there for 10+ hours. I can't explain it, but at the end of lap 7 (of 8), I commented to my buddy who paced me the last two laps that I really hadn't felt like it had been 8 1/2 hours, or basically two marathons. In fact, the whole day -- the time spent, how my legs and body felt, even how the miles felt, didn't seem all that different from a marathon. I've spent the time since finishing trying to get my head around why and have come up with a few possible reasons, but nothing concrete. I'll mention a few of them as I get through my race recap. Also, I have to give credit to all of the amazing runners that were there. So many of them completed this race in 7 hours, 8 hours, 9 hours...just amazing. They are inspirations to me.<br />
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<b>Actual Time: 1:08</b><br />
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It was an extremely foggy morning, especially being as close to the Willamette River as we were. This made it a little bit difficult to see as we started out at 6am, but because we all (most) had headlamps on, it wasn't a huge deal. The first 5 miles of the loop was on a nicely paved bike path that presented no problems such as pot holes, roots or rough pavement. It was easy to find space to run in after just a few hundred yards and I settled into a nice groove at about a 10:30 pace.<br />
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The first pass through the aid station came at 1.4 miles and then it was a run through the forest area (still on paved path) up to the turnaround just short of 3.1. The last 100 yards or so before the turnaround was a pretty good incline and after running it the first lap I decided it wasn't worth it and that I would walk it in later laps. It was such a short distance that the difference between running and walking it pace-wise really was negligible in the big picture.<br />
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The second pass through the aid station came at 4.75 miles and at 5 miles we split off from the bike path and onto the dirt trail for about 1.25 miles. In the dark this was a very difficult section to run. In some areas the actual trail was only 6" wide with uneven grass clumps on both sides. Some areas were through the trees, which presented their own problems. Because it was so dark we were instructed to follow the green glow sticks that were placed every so often along the way. Between looking for the glow sticks, trying to stay on the trail and continuing to keep up a good pace I was a little slow to react when the runner in front of me yelled "root!" What roo---? oh, that root. The one I just tripped over and face-planted because of (and as I later discovered, cut my leg because of). A good wake up call if nothing else.<br />
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The final .2 miles of the lap were back through the parking lot we had started in and up to the start/finish area where we crossed the mat, went around the cone, attended to the aid station and our drop bags and then set out for lap #2.<br />
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I was about 7 minutes slower than my projected time, but didn't care too much. I was running at a comfortable pace and that was more important, especially early on. I also discovered that my car was parked literally on the course (in that last .2 miles of the lap) which was nice as I stored some of my stuff there as well.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 20/1</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:01</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:07</b><br />
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By the time lap 2 began it was starting to get light. Still extremely foggy, but light enough that I turned my headlamp off by the time I reached the aid station. I continued on at the pace I had been running and continued to take my walk break every 20 minutes.<br />
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One of the most important things I settled into on lap 2 was the mind set of taking this thing one lap at a time. I didn't worry about how many miles I had left or even how many laps were left. Nor did I look to see how many miles I had gone (I turned that setting off on my watch). I didn't even care what my time had been on previous laps. My only concern was the lap I was on, nothing else.<br />
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I finished lap 2 in 1:07, again a few minutes slower than projected, but I felt great and wasn't straining or struggling at all.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 10/1</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:09</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:09</b><br />
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By lap three I felt like I knew the course well and could easily break it into smaller sections: the 1 mile marker, the aid station at 1.4, the bridge at 2.3, the turnaround at 3.1, the bridge again just before 4, the aid station at 4.75, the trail at 5 and the end of the lap at 6.25. That was my life for the final six laps. Just get to the next landmark.<br />
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I welcomed the chance to begin taking a walk break every 10 minutes during this lap and finished right on target, at 1:09.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 8/2</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:15</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:07</b><br />
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Lap 4 was the best I felt all day. Early in the lap I would take my walk break every 8 minutes, but didn't feel like I needed the full two minutes of recovery so I would cut it short at just one minute. During the running portions I felt great and really tried to stretch my strides a little bit to challenge myself while remaining comfortable.<br />
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Normally during a marathon this is where I do a number of things, including bonking, cease sweating, and walking for long, long stretches. Not on this lap though, and not on this day. I broke into an almost sprint pace as I hit the parking lot for the final .2 miles (it wouldn't be the last time I would sprint to the a lap) and finished in 1:07, eight full minutes under my projected time.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 8/2</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:21</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:14</b><br />
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My biggest fear, if you want to call it that, was laps five and six. This was uncharted waters for me and I had no idea how my body would react or respond to what I would ask it to do during these laps. I used some of my projected aid station time between laps 4 and 5 to stop at my car and start lathering up my legs with an icy-hot gel. While there I struck up a conversation with an elderly couple parked next to me. They were there to cheer on a family member and assured me they would be there all day, cheering for me to. It was nice to have a little adopted family there for support. They cheered for me every time I ran by as if I was one of their own and offered encouragement whenever I stopped at the car. It's one of the little things that made the day possible.<br />
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I owe a big thanks to my friend C, who sent me copies of her late-90's Jock Jams/Jock Rock collection. You remember those songs, don't you? Many of the songs are still played on stadiums today during timeouts and player introductions, but who can forget Will Smith, Coolio and the Backstreet Boys all jamming? And if you can have Dick Vitale yelling "America, are you serious? It is showtime baby!" in your ear as you pass the 26 mile mark, how can you not be pumped up? (Inconsequential note, I passed 26.2 at around 4:50, but didn't bother to stop to celebrate or make much not of it...that wasn't the goal today).<br />
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At the aid station in lap 5 I met up with a girl also running her first 50 miler. We had passed each other numerous times on the turnarounds and at the aid stations already and made chit chat as we left the aid station. I asked if she was following any sort of run/walk pattern and she said not really, so I told her what my lap plan was. We each had our music going, but it was helpful to have someone to run with to be accountable to. For instance, at the end of my running segment, I would tell her I was going to walk for one minute (or two). At one minute (or two), if I didn't look like I was starting to run again, she'd say let's go and get moving again. Occasionally I had to make sure she got moving again also. We ran the rest of the lap together and then lap 6 as well. Again, a small thing that made the day possible. Had I been left to run those uncharted miles by myself, maybe I get lazy and walk more than I should have.<br />
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Finished the lap in 1:14, another 7 minutes off of my projected time.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 8/2</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:21</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:19</b><br />
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Much the same during this lap. Get to the next landmark, take the walk breaks, continue to refuel (more on refueling in a minute). My buddy drove up next to me about a mile into this lap to let me know he was there and would be waiting for me at the end of the lap. This was a shot of much needed adrenaline that served me well the remainder of the lap. 1:18, another 2 minutes off of projected time.<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 5/2</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:21</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:26</b><br />
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Definitely a slower lap. As far as I can remember I didn't walk any more than the 5/2 projected ratio, but my walk pace was probably slower than the 16 minute pace I was using in my calculation. I felt like my running pace was pretty consistent throughout the entire day though, including these final laps. My buddy K, was a great support and had brought all sorts of stuff that he thought I might have needed, including a leg roller and a sub sandwich, which I wasn't in the mood for, but appreciated a lot nonetheless. More than anything, his enthusiasm for what we (the girl I was running with stayed with us for lap 7) were doing was enough to keep me going strong. A 1:26 lap, 5 minutes slower than projected, but I made the cutoff to start the final lap! Hooray! (It wasn't close, I was almost 90 minutes ahead of the cutoff, but at the start of the day I wasn't sure). More than that, I kicked it into high gear the final 1/2 mile and ran a low 7-minute pace in the final stretch and felt awesome (mile 44 for those keeping track).<br />
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<b>Run/Walk ratio goal: 5/2</b><br />
<b>Projected Time: 1:21</b><br />
<b>Actual Time: 1:21</b><br />
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I'm not going to lie, this lap was a struggle. My running pace stayed where it should have been, but my walking pace was getting slower and slower. Just get to the mile marker, the aid station, the bridge, the turnaround etc. At the turnaround I knew I had just a 5k left. Then I got to the aid station and knew I had just 1.5 miles left. So close, yet the trail awaited, with all its uneven terrain and I was absolutely spent. It was here that K said probably the only thing he shouldn't have all day and that was to think about my family waiting for me at the finish line. That's certainly not a punishable offense by any stretch, but at that point it was all it took for me to get emotional for the first time all day and have to hold back tears. But on we went.<br />
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The last mile is no different from any other mile, in theory. Same distance, and on this course, a stretch I had already run seven times that day. But man, those little ups and downs on the trail through the forest seemed like flights of stairs and were really hurting (going up and down).<br />
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I was talking to myself quite a bit during this final stretch and K was pumping his fists, pushing me along. Just before the 6 mile mark of the final lap, I asked myself out loud "what do you have left?" I needed to know.<br />
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And so I did what any rational person who had just run 49.75 miles would do: I broke into a sprint, breaking out of the trees, into the parking lot, past my adopted family and towards the finish line where my wife and kids were waiting. I touched 6:33/mile during this stretch and crossed the finish line with a smile on my face. My final lap was right on my projected time.<br />
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Overall I finished in 10:19:21. Slightly slower than my projected overall time, but certainly in the "I'm freaking out because I can't believe I just did that" range. I definitely want to talk about my hydration and refueling strategy and experience, but I will leave that for another post because of the length here already.<br />
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So mark it down. I'm an ultra-marathoner. It's awesome, baby!<br />
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10 hours 19 minutes 35 seconds. And a smile on my face at the end.<br />
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Full recap later this week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-85921478488496178962011-10-28T17:55:00.000-07:002011-10-28T17:59:02.441-07:00Final Thoughts Before Running 50 Miles<br />
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Tomorrow is race day. 50 miles. And for perhaps the first time in a race I'm less concerned with my finishing time than I am with simply finishing. It's not since my very first half marathon, back in September 2009, that I have been more unsure of how a run was going to go. I've spent time working out various run/walk ratios for each lap (8 laps total), estimating how much my pace might decline in the later miles and trying to figure out how to replenish my energy stores on the go so there's something in the tank after 20 miles, and still I have zero idea what's going to happen tomorrow afternoon as I push past 25, 30, 40 miles.<br />
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I know I can run 25. No problem, especially with regular walk breaks early and often. That covers the first four laps. Two in the dark and two as the sun comes up on what should be a near-perfect morning to run.<br />
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I trust that I'll be able to handle the last two laps (miles 37.5-50). My buddy is going to run them with me and has been given cart blanche to do whatever he needs to do to keep me moving. As I told him a few days ago when I was going over my race plan with him, his one and only job is to make sure I don't quit.<br />
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That leaves laps five and six, miles 25-37.5. This is the great unknown. This is the portion of the race where I'll find out if my early-lap refueling has been effective or not. No idea what to expect here.<br />
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A few other quick thoughts:<br />
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My wife walked into the kitchen the other day and (obviously referencing tomorrow) asked what I was worth in terms of life insurance. She was joking. I think. But she seemed satisfied with the answer. Uhh...<br />
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I'm hoping to have my little sister tweeting updates throughout the day tomorrow. Check back for those. I'll put the twitter gadget at the top of this page so its easy to find.<br />
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Finally, I occasionally come across things that I either wish I would have written or had the ability to write. The following, from Jeff Edmonds at <a href="http://www.thelogicoflongdistance.blogspot.com/">The Logic of Long Distance</a>, is both. How do you prepare to run 50 miles? Like this...</div>
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Training is doing your homework. It's not exciting. More often than not it's tedious. There is certainly no glory in it. But you stick with it, over time, and incrementally through no specific session, your body changes. Your mind becomes calloused to effort. You stop thinking of running as difficult or interesting or magical. It just becomes what you do. It becomes a habit.</div>
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Workouts too become like this. Intervals, tempos, strides, hills. You go to the track, to the bottom of a hill, and your body finds the effort. You do your homework. That's training. Repetition--building deep habits, building a runner's body and a runner's mind. You do your homework, not obsessively, just regularly. Over time you grow to realize that the most important workout that you will do is the easy hour run. That's the run that makes everything else possible. You live like a clock.</div>
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After weeks of this, you will have a month of it. After months of it, you will have a year of it.</div>
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Then, after you have done this for maybe three or four years, you will wake up one morning in a hotel room at about 4:30am and do the things you have always done. You eat some instant oatmeal. Drink some Gatorade. Put on your shorts, socks, shoes, your watch. This time, though, instead of heading out alone for a solitary hour, you will head towards a big crowd of people. A few of them will be like you: they will have a lean, hungry look around their eyes, wooden legs. You will nod in their direction. Most of the rest will be distracted, talking among their friends, smiling like they are at the mall, unaware of the great and magical event that is about to take place.</div>
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You'll find your way to a tiny little space of solitude and wait anxiously, feeling the tang of adrenaline in your legs. You'll stand there and take a deep breath, like it's your last. An anthem will play. A gun will sound.</div>
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Then you will run.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-19241695661118550242011-10-24T13:05:00.001-07:002011-10-24T13:05:23.722-07:00<div>I woke up in a panic sometime around 1am Saturday morning. One week away from an attempt at 50 miles, a few hours away from my last real run before that race (two 5-mile laps around my neighborhood) and two days after my boss (also known to me as "Dad") and multiple clients walked into our office visibly sick, I awoke with an acute pain in the back of my throat. Oh no, I thought as I jumped out of bed to guzzle some water, here it comes.</div> <div> </div> <div>And came it did: the dreaded head-cold.</div> <div> </div> <div>For the last 48 hours I've been working through this cold. Fortunately, I think I've done enough to speed it along as quickly as possible and this morning (Monday) I feel about 80%. It also hasn't been one of those energy-sapping colds with a fever attached that takes weeks to recover from. So that's nice. </div> <div> </div> <div>I'm no doctor. But really, it shouldn't matter here, because a doctor can't do squat for a cold anyway. Anyway, here's my last 48 hours in a nutshell:</div> <div> </div> <div>1. Lots of rest/sleep. 9-10 hours each night, a nap during the day and generally just taking it easy. (It helps to have a supportive wife)</div> <div> </div> <div>2. Minimal eating on day 1 and very simple foods on day 2 (fresh fruit, vegetable broth, dry whole-wheat bread). Why force the body to digest food when it could be busy fighting off the cold. I still ended up eating about 1500 calories on Saturday and around 2000 on Sunday (about 1/3 to 1/2 of what I'm usually taking in on a daily basis), but it was all food that digested quickly and didn't require much energy.</div> <div> </div> <div>3. A piping hot epsom salt bath each day. Sweat it out, baby.</div> <div> </div> <div>4. As much water as I can handle. All of the time.</div> <div> </div> <div>5. No medications. Again, why try to cover up the symptoms to simply feel good in the short-term while getting in the way of the body healing itself?</div> <div> </div> <div>Yes, I felt horrible. But only for a few hours. I progressed through each part of the cold rapidly and now, 48 hours later, have the thing beat. I won't be running much this week, maybe a few miles on Thursday, and my preparation for Saturday will be much like the last two days: lots of rest, lots of water and lots of good wholesome food. And maybe a viewing of Rocky IV. </div> <div> </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-25138285469255326542011-10-05T19:46:00.000-07:002011-10-05T19:46:48.717-07:00Marathon #9: St George Recap<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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Unfortunately, weren't very many positive things going on once the race actually started. It was a rough day all the way around. One that caused me to reflect and evaluate if running marathons is something I want to continue to do.</div>
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Maintaining proper nutrition is always difficult for me when traveling. Sometimes I'll bring my blender with me and make my smoothies but not when I'm flying to a race. This leaves me concerned with getting enough calories in the hours leading up to race day. I'm apparently not disciplined enough to go to a grocery store and buy tons of fruit and keep me going, so instead I went to Olive Garden Thursday night (horrible service, slightly less than horrible food), pancakes and eggs for breakfast and the pasta dinner at the expo Friday night. I did have some bananas in my car but it was so darn hot that they were not appetizing at all. So no fruit and way too much stuff that I usually only have sparingly. Doesn't make for a quality pre-race diet.</div>
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Then there was the weather. Freaking hot. One of the lead volunteers at the finish line told me that in the 35 years of the race, this was the hottest day. Whether that's true or not I don't know, but the sun was relentless all day and there was no where to hide from it. It's so dry there anyway (especially compared to where I live here in the Willamette Valley) that I was drinking as much as I could handle at every aid station but still felt like I had a mouthful of chalk just a few seconds later. Dehydration was an issue during the second half of the race.</div>
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The course itself was definitely scenic. From the Veyo volcano to Snow Canyon to St. George itself it's really a very pretty course. Friends of mine (who I'll get to in a minute) and I drove the course on Friday afternoon and felt pretty good about what we would encounter the next morning. For whatever reason though, I could have sworn I was running a completely different course. All of the course maps (and even my Garmin) shows the second half being almost completely downhill. My Garmin only measured 20 feet of elevation gain in the whole second half actually. Out there on the course though, on a long, hot day, it seemed like every time I came around a turn there was an incline in front of me. And every time I got to the crest of those inclines it seems like I would look out and see another one right in front of me. I can't explain it. But it was tough.</div>
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Proper rest is also difficult on the road. I've run races in other timezones before, but for some reason this one just kicked my butt. My friends and I loaded the bus at about 4:15am (3:15am my time). Before that though, I had been awake from basically 2am on (1am my time). By the time the race started at 6:45, I had been awake for nearly five hours. Tack on 4 1/2 hours for race time and it was a really long day by the time the last few miles came around.</div>
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So I finished in 4:30:59. Certainly not my best, but not my worst either. There was no excitement at this finish line though. Mostly just disappointment. I had higher expectations for this race given the course, the way I've felt in training and how I felt when I got on the plane Thursday afternoon. I spent some time Sunday thinking whether or not I wanted to continue to do this or if it was time to look for something else to do. I spoke with my friend to see how they were feeling and offered some encouragement, reminding him that they were marathoners now and that the muscle pains would start to subside in a day or two.</div>
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On Monday morning, still feeling a little depressed, I got a call from my friend. Usually we just text back and forth, so to receive a phone call was a little bit curious to me. The first words out of his mouth were, "I can't even walk down the stairs in my house I'm so sore today, so why do I have the urge to sign up and run another one? There was an enthusiasm in his voice that was infectious.</div>
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There have been people and experiences at various points along this road that have kept me interested, motivated and determined. Add my friend to that list. It came at a good time too because the Autumn Leaves 50 mile ultra marathon is now only 3 1/2 weeks away. It scares the dickens out of me and is the first time since I signed up for my very first half marathon that I really don't know how it will go of if I can actually do it. But I'll be there at the starting line prepared to find out.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-11567277740928715462011-09-28T18:18:00.000-07:002011-09-29T06:46:06.926-07:00Marathon #9: St George -- Keep It SimpleThe game plan for St George this weekend is simple: let gravity work.<br />
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What a complete and utter failure by the Red Sox. I'm glad I have something to take my mind off of this epic disaster this weekend Maybe I'll get home on Sunday and realize that what I saw last night didn't actually happen. No way that actually happened. Right?...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-34709224179296772192011-09-23T17:33:00.000-07:002011-09-23T18:31:34.859-07:00Thanks for the concern, but...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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I've heard the questions and concerns before. I first heard them back in early 2010 as I was training for my first marathon. They cropped up again as people found out I was going to run my second marathon just three weeks after my first. And again earlier this year as I was preparing to run three marathons in 30 days. They come from various family members, friends and people I go to church with. From athletes, other runners and people who have never run a mile in their lives. In person, on Facebook or from my wife, who hears them from others.<br />
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The comments range from a simple, "you're crazy" to "the body just isn't meant to run that much/far" to "aren't you concerned about your knees/other body parts/overall health" and often times include an anecdote about some friend or family member who will never be the same again because of some injury or health problem sustained by running. It doesn't seem to matter that said friend/family member may have been a middle-aged woman or a new runner putting in too many miles too frequently or someone who for decades has eaten a well-balanced plate of the five food groups: fast food, doughnuts, soda, high fructose corn syrup and fat (hopefully I didn't offend anyone there. If so, it wasn't directed towards anyone in particular). None of this seems to matter because everyone with an Internet connection is now a board-certified all-knowing medical specialist who KNOWS that running a marathon, or multiple marathons, or a 50 mile ultra-marathon just isn't healthy.<br />
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1. I've got the mileage base in place. Since March 5th I've run five marathons, with my sixth coming next weekend in St. George. Six marathons in just under seven months. There's a number of 20 mile training runs in that time frame as well.<br />
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2. Timing. After my 3 in 30 days Marathon Maniac-to-be campaign in June/July, I backed it off for a few weeks and spend some time swimming and cycling as I prepared for my first triathlon in early August. After that I was back into marathon mode getting ready for Pocatello. Pocatello and St. Georege are four weeks apart and St. George and the 50-miler are another four weeks apart. That gives me a week or so of rest and recovery, two weeks to get in six or seven solid runs and a race week where I won't do much of anything. Many of the training plans I found online suggested a long run of 26-30 miles 3-5 weeks in advance before tapering. St. George does this for me.<br />
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4. Health. I feel great. I haven't had even a minor running injury in more than a year, despite the mileage and workload (my pulled lower ab muscle in April was a freak thing from my spin class and only caused me to miss one long run, so I don't count that). I've settled into a good running weight after gaining 10 pounds of muscle prior to the Red Rock Canyon marathon in March (lots and lots of hills). I've given back two or three of those pounds, but have my body fat % has continued to drop. It took a few months to feel comfortable at this new weight, but I feel awesome these days. I can run fast when I want to (PR'ed in my last 5k). I can run uphill, downhill, short, medium or long distances and I can do it while feeling great the next day (and even same day).<br />
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5. A new challenge. I've done the marathon. I'm a dues-paying Marathon Maniac. I'm getting closer to the 4-hour barrier with each race. But I feel like I need a new challenge and I'm still an eternity away from even thinking about an Ironman race. This race less than 30 minutes from my house on a flat looped course. It's a 10k course that I'll run eight times. It means I'll pass my drop bag at the end of each loop and be able to gather myself and whatever I need before heading out to run another 6 miles (there's another aid station out in the middle of the loop that is passed twice per loop also). If ever there was a course for me to try to run 50 miles, this would be it I think.<br />
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After a week or so I finally spotted a bike that my friend agreed would be good for what I needed at a price that was reasonable. I went to check it out, made an offer, watched the seller squirm because he didn't want to sell it to me at that price, kept my mouth shut as he was waiting for me to apparently offer more and then handed him an envelope of cash containing my original offer after he had agreed. I now have a bike. It fits, it feels good and I'm getting more comfortable riding it.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-67680839037332071042011-07-25T14:30:00.003-07:002011-07-25T14:30:42.890-07:00Learning to Swim<br />
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I read the five page PDF wondering where this gem had come from. It described me and my struggles precisely. I later traced it to a book call "Total Immersion" which I promptly check out from the library. Over the next 24 hours I plowed through 120 pages, nodding my head, creating a picture in my head of what the perfect swim stroke should look like. I watched YouTube videos and marveled at how easy the subjects made it look. On page 121 I came to the first drill: float on your back.</div>
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The 4th of July also happens to be my birthday. So in addition to running a marathon, becoming eligible to be a Maniac, attending a parade and getting together for a big family reunion that day I had also planned to run 2.8 more miles to make it an even 29 miles run on my 29th birthday. After the marathon I drove 90 minutes back to my hometown for the local parade festivities (always a treat, especially if you're from the area). After the parade my wife and I ventured over to the university track and I put in the additional miles. I actually felt pretty good and could have gone on (despite the on-track temp pushing 95-100 degrees) but 29 was the number I was aiming for and that's what I did. Happy Birthday self. See you next year at 30.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-11664977930033004372011-07-25T14:29:00.000-07:002011-07-25T14:29:41.180-07:00Catching Up...<br />
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I caught up to him, asked him how he was doing and received the obligatory, "doin' good" answer. I said I didn't believe him, but told him I had been impressed by how consistent he had been the last few miles. His parents had been following closely behind on bicycles offering him support and water but were now next to him trying to talk him into continuing to run. I offered a few more words of encouragement and then said, "alright, let's go. We'll finish this together." I'm not sure whether he wanted to or not, but he started running again and together we ran the last four miles. After telling me it was his first marathon I related my first marathon <a href="http://www.mindoverbodymarathon.com/2010/06/newport-marathon-recap.html">experience</a>, where I hit the same wall in about the same place before a friend came up from behind me and talked me through the last few miles, turning what had been a completely miserable day into positive experience. I honestly doubt I would have ever done another marathon if not for my friend's assistance that day. Instead, I'm now addicted to them. I don't know if this guy will ever run another marathon, but I know he was smiling and tearing up at the finish line as he looked at his medal and had his picture taken.</div>
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I won't spend much time on the non-running parts of this race but I will share a few brief thoughts. At the outset I have to say that this race gets glowing reviews. Most people love it. It's not really my thing though. For a race that tries to come off as folksy, hometown-ey, low-budget, eco-friendly or whatever, it sure isn't priced like it. $75 plus $15 extra for a shirt. Not a terrible price for a marathon, but too high in my opinion for the amenities that came with it. I thought the course was pretty boring. The aid stations were nothing more than a folding table with one or two people standing there holding only one or two cups at at time no matter how many runners were approaching. The medal is pretty cheap looking (original, but cheap). The post-race food spread was lacking. I realize that all the half marathoners and 5k-ers finished before me, but there were still several hundred people still out on the course when I finished. That said, I enjoyed a 50 cent hot dog, a bottle of water and a small serving of strawberry shortcake. There was no other food in sight. I could tell that some people love this race and probably participate every year. I'm glad I did it once, but I won't be back.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840391935042402803.post-86435277363327255012011-07-04T16:00:00.000-07:002011-07-04T16:00:02.402-07:00Impossible Things<br />
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Three years ago today I ran my first race, a 2.6 mile 4th of July fun run prior to my hometown's annual parade, without a single day of training. The following year I did it again, except I spent a few weeks training for it. At the time, the word "marathon" was synonymous with the words "crazy," "insane," and "impossible" in my mind. </div>
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In less than 6 weeks I will make my first attempt at a triathlon. The 20k bike ride and 5k run don't concern me a bit (despite not owning a bike at the moment). It's the 500yard swim that gives me the creeps. Why? Because I sink (my wife says I'm dense).</div>
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Unfortunately, I couldn't. Or rather, I shouldn't have. Though the soreness from Saturday's Seattle Rock'n'Roll Marathon had worn off, I still had fatigued legs and knew that with another marathon just 6 days away it would be stupid to try to go run any distance. And so I started thinking, which do I enjoy more: running or racing? The answer is both.<br />
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I know that if I don't have a goal to work towards in the form of a race that my training will suffer. I suspect that my motivation will drop, days will be missed and training will not be as intense. Hence, in 2010 I ran marathons in June and September and a couple of halfs in November. I started 2011 running a marathon in early March, followed by this current set of three in June/July and then I'll run the St. George Marathon on October 1st. These races are spaced far enough apart to get some rest and recovery in between but not so far apart that I can just ignore my training for weeks at a time.<br />
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