That Didn't Feel So Good...

I was really psyched last Saturday to run.  Well sort of...  The weather was really crappy, the roads were more messy and dangerous than ever, and I had gone out the night before.  Had I not agreed to drive three people to training (and was appropriately called "Soccer Mom" for the entire day), I might not have gone.  On the bright side...we were running 14 miles today which would be my longest run EVER.

Unfortunately that would never come to fruition.  The route today was out to Wellesley on Rt 16 until we reached the beginning of Wellesley College which is about 2 miles and then back to the Community Center for the first water stop.  Then we kept going out towards Newton with a water stop at miles 6.5 and 11.5 and the turnaround water stop planned at Centre St, mile 9.5ish.

We had a nutrition clinic before the run which was mostly things I had heard before but it was nice to have a refresher.  Basically, don't eat crap, eat most of your calories early in the day, and don't eat more than your daily calories.  We didn't get on the roads until after 9am which meant that there was a lot more car traffic that when we normally start.  You would think that this being the 115th Boston Marathon, the drivers of Wellesley would have gotten used to runners crowding the streets on weekend mornings in January-March.  Let's just say I received a lot of angry yells and shaken fists and my middle finger got a great workout.  The culmination came when a car door got thrown out at me and quickly took my hand and shoved it back in the drivers face.  I think the poor old man was as surprised to see me as I was to see his door coming right for my face.

The run was going well.  I felt strong and not too tired for having run for 2 hours straight.  We came to our final water stop at Mile 11.5 and I felt the muscle behind my left knee seize up.  In my mind I just kept saying, "This is no big deal, my muscles are just stiffening up because I stopped.  Once I start running again it'll loosen up.  No big deal.  Just run through it."  Fast forward a minute when we started running again. I took three steps and "No, no, no.  That's not stiffness.  Must stop.  Must stop."  I stayed at the water stop until our volunteer coordinator, Joe, was kind enough to give me a ride back to the Community Center.

The diagnosis...a slight pull.  The treatment...ice bath, more ice on the knee, no yoga or stretching, no running, cross-train, and rest.  I took my ice bath, rested, and iced my knee a couple of times.  By Tuesday I could go up and down stairs without pain and felt back to normal.

That brings us to yesterday.  The 15 miler.  Another chance to set my PR for distance.  After Mile 1 I could feel a very slight pressure on my knee.  It wasn't a painful pressure.  More a "Hey, Kate.  Remember me?  You hurt me last week and I'm still here."  With each water stop the pressure increased and finally around Mile 8, Liz, one of my running partners, told me I was clearly favoring my other leg and I should stop before I got hurt worse.  After walking by myself for 20 minutes a car pulled up and yelled "Kate!  Need a ride!"  Now, I had never seen this man or car before but he knew my name so going against all women's safety tips I have gotten over the past 23 years I quickly replied, "YES PLEASE!"

The diagnosis...probable tendinitis.  The treatment...ice bath, more ice on the knee, no yoga or stretching, no running, cross-train, rest...and make an appointment with a physical therapist.  Sitting in the Community center with ice on my knee I got a lot of sympathy from other TNTers who all echoed that it's still early in the season and I've got plenty of time to heal and ramp up for the marathon.  I could help but feel so frustrated.  I felt so great and strong but my knee just wouldn't let me get past that 13 mile PR.  My teammate Brendan gave his own advice...ICE and BEER.  I took that advice to heart and prepared this feast for myself when I got home.

After another grueling ice bath, I enjoyed toasted peanut butter and jelly, a ziplock bag of ice, Advil, and Harpoon Celtic Ale.  I'm currently waiting to hear back from Marathon Physical Therapy for an appointment sometime this week.  I'm trying to keep hope up that in a few weeks I'll be back to normal.  Stay tuned for the full prognosis from the physical therapist...

Goal!

I just had to quickly share that when I sat down at my desk this morning, I got an email that the money from the bowling fundraiser and my friend Zoe finally hit my Paycor account.  I'm officially past the fundraising minimum!  Now I can apply to be reimbursed so I can pay my credit card...

Lansdowne Fundraiser

Finally the main event.  My Bar Night at the Lansdowne Pub.  I was particularly excited about this fundraiser for a number of reasons.  First of all, this was my main fundraising event that I was hoping would put me over my minimum.  Second, I love the Lansdowne.  It's one of my favorite bars in Boston.  It's located right behind the Fenway Park center field bleachers on Lansdowne Street so you really can't get much more quintessentially Boston than that.  Also, they always have great live (mainly cover) bands and an energetic fun crowd.  Finally, I got a really great response to the fundraiser and knew many of my favorite people would be there from a variety of groups of friends--everyone from college friends, sorority sisters, coworkers, TNT runners, and even broomball teammates.

Sara, AP, Erin, Elise, and Zach

To entice my guests I worked out a deal with the Lansdowne to get not only the space but also some free finger food.  On top of that I decided to hold a raffle.  Now if you remember my story from my bowling tournament, finding raffle prizes can prove a bit tricky.  I found that a lot of places say they are willing to donate (and I think they are) but they are horrible about following up which required a lot of time and effort on the fundraiser's part.  I started early this time and with a week to go before the fundraiser I was still short on prizes.  I contacted my mentor, Aimee and she came through.  Her friend Jay offered to donate one of his beautiful photographs at cost (check them out at Jaypisano.com), Aimee herself donated candy from Necco where she works for the candy basket on the table above, and she offered to go around to a few restaurants in the South End with me which resulted in a gift certificate to Picco. In end end I lucked out by winning Revolution tickets at my teammate Travis's fundraiser the weekend before and made a couple of successful calls to the places where I white water rafted and skydived the summer before.

My table after the raffle

Here are all of the prizes I ended up rounding up:

• Maine White Water Rafting trip for 2 from U.S. Rafting
• 4 tickets to the BU v Providence Hockey Game on Feb 18th
• 2 for 1 Tandem Skydiving at Skydive Pepperell in Pepperell, MA
• Gift Certificate to Modern Pastry in the North End
• Red Sox Jacket (care of my parents)
• 4 box seats to the New England Revolution home opener at Gillette and 4 Tickets to 5 Wits at Patriot Place
• Gift Certificate to Legal Seafood (care of my former roommate Sara)
• Gift Certificate to Picco Restaurant in the South End
• Original Framed Photograph from Jay Pisano (check out all his work at www.jaypisano.com)
• A Candy basket from Necco (makers of Clark Bars, Sky Bars, and Sweethearts)

The fundraiser is starting to get crazy

 After finally locking down the prizes and then running around like crazy the few hours before picking up the photo from Jay and making the poster to display the prizes, I was finally all set.  The event went off without a hitch (aside from some accusations that I didn't mix up the raffle tickets enough) and everyone had a great time.  I raised $550 which put me right around my fundraising minimum and although I may have broken my cell phone and left my credit card at the bar, I still say the night was a success!  Check out all the pictures in the "Photo" tab.

My roommate Elise and a rare showered pic of me

Recommitment!

January 31st was a very important milestone.  Yesterday was Recommitment. By 5pm, we had to have our official Boston Athletic Association registration for the Boston Marathon into Jillian, the LLS Campaign Coordinator, as well as all of our recommitment paperwork which formally confirmed that we want to continue to train with and raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.  I was really excited about filling the form out for some reason.  Now my name will be official not only with LLS but with the B.A.A.  I may not be a qualified runner but I think it's still an accomplishment just to be on their official list. 

The official B.A.A. entry form

All filled out with my signed recommitment form!

We also had to reach our fundraising minimum.  As of the deadline I had...drumroll please...$2,916 in my Paycor account!  This excludes the $315 raised from my bowling tournament fundraiser which has not hit my online account yet so I'm actually just $19 shy of my minimum!  Who's going to put me over the top?  Thank you to everyone who has donated so far.  I've really appreciated the support and it has made getting out there in the snow and ice much easier every week.

Now a quick training update.  Saturday was our first half marathon run.  I ran the Wicked Half Marathon up in Salem, MA in late September so this wasn't quite my longest run but I was especially looking forward to it none the less.  I felt like I didn't do my best at the Wicked Half.  It was my first real long distance race so I knew I'd be happy just with crossing the finish line and clocking a time.  Still, being the competitive person that I am I really wanted to come in in under 2:30.  My time was 2:33:57.  Moving apartments at the beginning of September and starting a new job cut into my training towards the end and the high that day was 86 degrees.  Excuses, excuses I know.  Having properly trained this time around I was really excited to see improvement.  My time was 2:07:43!  That's a 26 minute improvement and a 10:06 min/mile pace!  I was blown away!  I'm right where I want to be for my stretch goal of coming in under 4:30.

To cap it all off I took my first ice bath to help speed my muscle recovery.  I really thought these were an exaggeration in sports movies.  Apparently not.  I filled the bathtub with cold water and a tray of ice cubes.  Let's just say that my roommate Elise had to come check on me after the string of curses that exited my mouth after I put my first foot in the water.  She was kind enough to snap this pic of me cringing in pain as I sat my whole body down.  I put my iPod on to try to forget about the cold for the 10 minutes I was in there and fittingly the first song that came on was "F**k You" by Cee Lo Green.  I just can't wait to do this again next week!

Filling up my first ice bath

Oh the pain