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...

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

There Ain't No Holidays in Marathon Training

Christmas Morning!  A time for a big greasy breakfast, opening gifts, time with family, oh yeah, and an 8 mile run.  Now, the schedule is supposed to be a guide designed to allow you to move things things around if they conflict with your schedule.  I decided to ignore this since I'm clearly a masochist  and I knew I would be eating probably about an extra 1000 calories for the rest of the day.

I fueled up with my favorite pre-run breakfast of french toast with bananas.  Carbs and protein all covered in syrup.  Is there anything better?  I donned my new Nike thermal pullover that I got from my brother (that's the plus side of having a brother who's also run a marathon, he knows warm running clothes).  My father snapped this pic right before I left although I ended up letting down Christmas fanatics everywhere and leaving the Santa hat behind for fear of overheating.

The route I took was a short 3/4 mile to a running trail that borders the Tarrytown Lakes Reservoir (running near water is my favorite as I'm sure you'll see in the months to come).  This trail is about a mile long and connects with the North County Trail which is about 20 miles long.  I went out and back on the trail which is pretty flat.  Unfortunately, my parents live in the Hudson River Valley which means that the roads are almost all hills so getting to and from the trail was a little more challenging and I could definitely feel pain creeping up my legs by the time I got back to my parents house, a clear recipe for a sore ass the next day.

The run took me about an hour and 25 minutes which equated to around a 10 minute mile pace taking into account that I probably went a little farther than 8 miles.  I made sure to keep at a conversational pace so I didn't overexert myself.  Having not been able to entice anyone in the immediate area to run the full 8 miles with me (surprising I know), I had to monitor my pace by myself.  I imagine if anyone had actually been out on the trail to see me, it would have been very entertaining to see me muttering nonsense to myself to make sure I could still say full sentences.

I finished the run strong and feeling good but I think because I rushed to get ready for Christmas dinner at my grandparents' house and therefore did not eat or drink  a while after after the run took it's toll on me.  I ended up feeling really light headed and exhausted all through dinner.  I finally recovered after rehydrating, eating, and taking a long nap under my new sheep blanket my Grandmother gave me for Christmas.  Though maybe not an endorsed recovery method, I felt some tea and sugar cookies were the perfect panacea at the end of the night.  Lesson learned though...make sure to eat and drink water within 30 minutes after a long run.

My Reward