Merry X-Mas! Lots to Catch up on!

First, I passed! I gave myself a mental test and I passed. A few weeks ago (not last Thursday, but the Thursday before) I said to myself: If I can run three miles without big pain in my right thigh and without panting to a stop, then I can and will do this half marathon with only a few weeks to train.

I did it!!!! With the help of my wonder dog, Robbie, I did it!! He gets in shape much quicker than me and he was running ahead at times. He's no longer squeamish about the ice either-- though I spent some of the run on the snow to give my bones some cushion.

When I realized I was going to make it to 3 miles, I got so excited I decided to put a wee bit more umpf in and got to a complete 5K-- just that .2 made me feel awesome. I knew I would do this half marathon.

Okay, so I got a little too pat-myself-on-the-backish about passing my own test and I didn't run again until the next Wednesday-- oooppsss!!! I went to Tony's Team in Training fundraiser at Rosie O Grady's the next Tuesday to help him raise funds since he is way under his minimum and already even ran the Hawaii full marathon (which I heard had a near monsoon descend on the runners-see Lou? Told you Arizona was the place to run). He raised nearly 400 for Leukemia/Lymphoma society in one night!! Nice!


This photo is near the end of the night—Tony's sister is the one w/ her eyes closed holding up the TNT banner and he is to the far right.


Lou told me he ran the other day at the Y and sweat after just a few miles like he had run in 80 degree weather. I told him how much I love winter running and hate, hate, hate the treadmill even more than running in the summer. I hate that unnatural pounding feeling, I hate the off balance feeling, I hate just staring straight ahead, I hate no wind, I hate no scenery, and most of all, I hate running in place--the boredom of it is enough to make me want to pull out me eyeballs and throw them outside while my disenoracular body numbly keeps running inside in place. No dog, no sparkling snow, no stars, no landmarks. Yuck. Well, Lou knows heat is my cryptonite and he reminded me of something: our race is in Arizona. Ugggh. It could get up to 60 maybe even 65 or 70 and I've been running at night in 20 degree weather. I am going to dehydrate and drain myself to a puddle of nothing in Arizona. He suggested I do at least one run at the Y since they keep it at 70 just to avoid heat shock when I get to the race.

So, that Wed. I went and I ran in three layers w/ sweats and all just to simulate Arizona. I went through my entire water bottle by mile 3 and I wanted to collapse. I hated it as much as I remembered and had to stop and walk at least 4 times. Running is so mental and w/ all that boredom of just staring ahead at a painted white cinder block wall while I ran in place just took the run right out of me. Not even Sisters of Mercy could keep me going, not even "Radar Love"-- nothing. And, like Lou, I was sweating something fierce. I even threw some of the precious water over my head and didnt care if I got electrocuted or slipped on the water and got conveyered through the treadmill to be flattened on the other side.

Oh, just so I don't forget: also no lemonade, not gulps of it anyway, just before a run.

Okay, so all this is to say: I didn't run for two of coach Kyle's long run Saturday's in a row-- missed the 5, missed the 6, and then went to Stony for TNT' longest Sat run: 20 for full and 11 for half.

I planned to do 6, maybe push to 8, then realized, I better just do 10 and so I nearly did! 9.78 miles. I stopped 3 times at the "water cooler" (TNT water, hot cider-- mmm yum--- station) and walked intermittently-- but was happy that I did nearly 10 miles. It was great to see TNT people I have not seen in a while: Coaches Sandy, Kyle, Ken--especially Ken-- I saw him running in Santa gear on my 2nd mile and ran over to give him a hug--it was awesome to see him. I saw someone else later in a tall Santa hat and didn't recognize him. Later found out it was coach Kyle! He ran with for part of my last 3 miles. I laughed at his hat and said I didn't recognize him--he said he wondered about my blank look. Anyhow admitted I hadn't stuck to his schedule. How many today? He asked-- 10 I said. He grinned: "What happened to 8 miles??" I told him I added the 8 for Sat to the 2 for Sunday and got the 10 for Sat.

Sandy asked me how it felt to be running again: AWESOME! I told her. It felt so good. There is just no, no, no therapy in the world like running.

Even better, not once did my hip flexor nor my femur give me deep down pain. Only my lungs this time were giving me a hard time. Sandy says you get it back quick.
Kyle was so awesome to run w/ me the last few miles--even though I was being a renegade and running those last few against his orders. I had to stop some and walk and as we walked he gave me some good advice. Let me know I didn't really have time for a taper. But, reminded me that I had two more weekends till the race weekend: Jan. 13.
So here's the plan we came up with: run 3-4 miles 3x's during the week and my true long run next Sat.: 11 miles.
Sunday: stretch and rest. Monday: 6, Tuesday: 2, Wed. 3, Thursday 6, Friday stretch and rest, Saturday: 8
Week of race: Sunday: 2 and stretch, Monday, 3, Tuesday, 4, wed. 2, Thursday, 2
Friday: drink lots o water on plane, Saturday: lots oh water, Sunday: race.

Okay, so today is Tuesday and I have not run since Sat. for as much as I love running, when I first start up training it's hard to get into the groove of doing it as frequently as I plan. I can see that looking back at my old logs. So, tom: 4 miles, thursday: 6 miles, Friday 2 and stretch. Saturday: 11
I know I am supposed to rest day in between/before long run and should not have let all Sunday, Monday, Tuesday go by w/out a run. But, so be it. This is my plan.

Best news? after a lung punishing 9.78 miles, very little hip flexor or thigh pain even two days later!!! yeah!

I also credit this to my very amazing physical therapist, Lisa, at Beaumont Health Center She really knows her stuff and has done wonders for my leg strength and to keep scar tissue from building around my bone injury.

I can’t wait to complete this race: by my Garmin I should be able to do it and not have to get bussed at the halfway point. Wow—just realized how eerily prophetic my early nightmare was for this marathon: dreamed I started out okay but then had to keep running inside and through all these places with pools! Then eventually get bussed to finish/start and forfeit! I will not let that last happen. I did do the pool rout w/ pool therapy but I will finish the half in 4 hours. Kyle said that’s for walkers—even w/ me running some walking some he said I would make it in that time. Still average a 13 minute pace.
I finished nearly 10 just under 3 hours (which included long stretching stops and slow sips of break time hot cider) so I can definitely get 3 or so more miles in under the 4 hour mark.

Many happy wishes to all this holiday season. I have a heartwarming story about some people I met Christmas eve day gift wrapping at Borders to raise money for TNT--but will tell that in next blog--getting sleepy. Hope everyone found something they wanted today.
Laura

Breath and Will

I thought of Austyn again last night on my run when my breath and will got short--She is amazing-- not just in general because of her maturity and compassion and sense of honor but to go through so much pain and exhaustion and fight it out they way she has and how victiorous she has been against this cancer. One of these blogs, I'm just going to dedicate to the article she wrote, the beautiful/poignant article about what it took her to get ready for her battle and to win against the cancer.

So here's what my coach sent me

This week: Dec. 10- 16
2 days do 2 miles
1 day to 3 miles

weekend (15th/16th)
5 miles one day, stretch and rest the other

Week of the 17th
1 day do 2 miles
2 days do 3 miles
That weekend, 6 miles one day, S&R the other

Week of the 24th
3 days do 3 miles
That weekend, 6 miles one day, 2 miles the other

Week of the 31st
2 days do 3 miles
1 day do 4 miles
That weekend, 8 miles one day, S&R the other

Week of the 7th
1 day do 3 miles
2 days do 4 miles
That weekend, half marathon!

Well, guess what?

Mother Nature had another gift in store for me. Behind prize door number two in mother nature's attempt to thwart my marathon dreams: acute bronchitis. Yum!!!
so after last weeks 2 times at 1.87 miles I had not run until yesterday-- for 2.5 miles.

Everyone from my students to colleagues at work were sick and I was doing my usual not drink from any one's glass not let anyone drink from mine, wash my hands before and after every meal and ever trip to the bathroom, etc. But when what was going around got me, it hit me w/ a sledge hammer. Started w/ typical cold for a week or so-- no biggy so still ran last week-- just sore throat, stuffy nose, sneezing.
Create numerous herbal concoctions, tinctures, steams to battle it off-- Well seemed to get better, at least it left my throat and nose. Woke up one night to sound of my own coughing and never got back to sleep. Even went to the bathroom numerous times thinking I was going to gag. I actually thought I had swallowed one of those spiders "they" say you swallow in your sleep at least once a year and my body was trying to get rid of it.

Ah, no such luck. Got worse and worse, chest tighter, coughing non stop, cough syrup did nothing. Tried to teach w/ almost NO voice-- a difficult task, let me tell you. I Woke up last Saturday and could not only not talk but barely breath. Rushed to the hospital and they put me on some machine w/ a tube in my mouth and oh did it feel better as my bronchial tubes and trachea calmed down. Ahhhh. Breathing is soooo nice. I had felt like I was drowning or choking--it's a desperate feeling.
so they did chest x-ray-- gave me an inhaler and antibiotics and said (drum roll, please) NO PHYSICAL EXERTION FOR A WEEK!!!

Alright, Mother Nature, what are you trying to tell me? You have something against Arizona? Against the happiness running gives me? Think I should go back to ballet? What? What????
Well, here's what I learn-- I really do put a whole ton of stock in my will and what it can do, but I guess chance, fate, happens and can thwart your will. I get that. Okay? Listening Mother Nature? I get it. But please no more. I am going to run this race with my lungs falling out and my fractured leg dragging behind me. So please stop!!!!
Okay anyhow, for the stats:
Monday: barely moved
Tuesday: Same
Wednesday: 2.5 miles w/ Robbie-- it's great we are learning sign language. I had to trick our older dog into the kitchen w/ food and motion w/ my head toward the door and oddly, my precious Rotterman tip toed after me, w/out his usual bark so we could get out the door before Flappy realized we were gone. I feel so cruel but it would be more cruel to drag my very elderly hound dog w/ severe arthritis on a 2 mile run around icy Royal Oak sidewalks and roads. Robbie is much younger and more physically vibrant. He loves our runs and afterwards sits under the stars w/ me as I do yoga and even stands next to me while I do pigeon.

I was on the driveway, splayed out in pigeon at about 9:30 last night and suddenly Robbie started to bark his head off right by my ear-- I shushed him, looked up and saw a large man w/ a rottweiler coming down the sidewalk in front of our house.
I stood up and said "hi" and shushed Robbie again as he looked about ready to tear both dog and owner to shreds (a dog much bigger than him, I might add).
"What were you looking for down there?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just doing pigeon," I said.
He looked at me like I was a talking turnip.
"I just ran" I said.
He just laughed and kept walking.
stats:
Garmin-- the bugger never turned on--it tricked me into thinking it had turned on, but it didn't-- never got satellite but appeared to by showing me last week's mileage
Distance when I turned it on outside--
well got to my 1.87 point (my house is exactly 1.87 miles on this particular rout) and then ran back to the start of my course cut a bit off and ran back home again-- I estimate this as 2.5
Stops: 2 for dog-- bathroom break and I don't like this collar protest, one for me--stretched against on a tree
Walks-- walked a block after the 1.87
Pace-- slower than fast walkers but I was jogging
Immediate post run feeling-- Not bad, not bad at all. But still did 30 minutes of ice
on hip flexor (that's what ached when I ran)
Okay today, well, today: my thigh hurts deep down-- yes, feels like bone. But, I will go very, very slow and I'm going to keep training. Just take it easy and take coaches running schedule, which is much slower paced and fewere miles than mine own.
If I have to walk part of the half-marathon, so be it. But I will be there an I will finish.
Okay, Mother Nature-- thank you for the lessons in humility. I understand my will is but a part to your plans. But can we please work together? Please?

I ran!!!!!!

Look at all those photos of hanging out like lumps, just sitting-- just depressing lounging. Animals sitting, pets lounging, no motion. I got sick of all my sitting in a lump of non-running bla.
So, I decided to start running again! Physical therapy be damned!

Those last two photos are from a Halloween party this year, around the time I started all this sitting-- I dressed like Athena and brought a very sturdy, long, wooden sword to use as a crutch and spent much of the night sitting and still in pain. Of course, I didn't feel very warrior goddess like, more like Mark, dressed as the infant.

I have come a ways since then and I'm so happy! My Rotterman is so happy! The world feels right again! A few days ago I decided not to even try the half marathon, especially after a particularly hard day of pool running. I thought, if my hip and thigh hurt "running" in the pool with no weight at all on my leg, what the heck am I thinking trying to train for a month and week away half marathon?

Well, I decided to let stubborn rule and made the final decision that I would do this race. I had even emailed my Team in Training contact to tell her I had to bow out. She assured me that I could put the funds I raised toward a future event and was understanding. I thought and I thought and thought how darned unhealthy and just bla in general I have been not running for nearly two months and I just can't stand my non-running self anymore. So here's what I emailed Sarah back again yesterday:


"thanks for touching base. My leg is feeling better, I have been off the crutches and I will leave here soon to go water run.

I've decided I'm going to particpate in this event. Even if that means I have to walk the whole way, I'm going to do it. My main goal was to raise money for victims of blood cancer-- you may not know, but I started w/ TNT because of a student I am very close to who at just 16, despite being very athletic, very healthy, and very spiritual, came down with non-hodgkins lymphoma, which went on to invade her ovaries. This young woman had been on the newspaper I teach/advise for three years and I when I wen to see her for the first time in the hospital, she told me she would not let them remove her ovaries so she could have kids. That meant many rounds of very aggressive chemo. Yet, every time I visited her she beamed and asked all about me, the newspaper students, and my training w/ TNT. She so selfless. I got her a TNT bracelet and she told me on the phone after Bayshore that she never took the bracelet off.
Anyway, she is back in newspaper this year (her treatment was last year) and looks just beautiful. She still has the TNT bracelet and asks me about my training.

In short, I finally realized that if she can be stubborn and let her will get her through this, so can I. I might have to slow walk the darned thing, but I will do it. Yeah, it won't be as glorious as running it, but I have future races. Right now, I still have Austyn in class. She willl graduate this year and after that I'll start running more for my own glory.

so, in short, yes. I'm sticking with this event and I hope to start a little bit of training this week.

I would love to get a training schedule from a coach for starting back after an injury. I have from tom until about Jan. 3 to taper-- that means just 4 weeks to get up to my longest run. I'd like a new schedule--keeping in mind that I have to start really, really, really slow not to hurt myself or make the stress fracture worse.

Thanks again,

Laura
oh. ps, can I drop off my checks directly to the office since it's less than two weeks to deadline?
Thanks"


-----Original Message-----
From: Cowlbeck, Sarah (MI)
To: lauraredm@aol.com
Sent: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 9:41 am
Subject: Status Update

Laura,

I wanted to touch base with you and find out if you had made a decision regarding staying with the winter season or transferring to another. I hope that you are healing up well. I feel so bad that you are going through this!

Sarah

Sarah R. Cowlbeck
Campaign Manager
The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society
Team In Training

So, after officially deciding to do the race, I decided I had to see if I could run it. I haven't been able to get anything from the coach, so here's what I did:
I went to my calander and wrote out my own schedule
This week: Tuesday: 1.5, wed. and yoga 2, thursday 3, Friday bike, Saturday 5, Sunday 2and yoga
Next week. Tuesday: 2, wed. 3 and yoga, thursday 4, Friday elyptical, Saturday 6
Sunday 3 and yoga
Week after: Tuesday: 3, wed. 3 and yoga, thursday 5, Friday: just yoga, Saturday 8
Week after: Tuesday 4, wed. 4 and yoga, thursday 6, Friday: swim, Saturday 10
Week after: Tuesday 4, wed. 4 and yoga, thursday 6, Friday: rest. Saturday 8
Week of race: sunday 3, Tuesday 4, Wed. 2, thursday 2, rest Friday and Saturday
Race: Sunday.

So, I basically tried to go as slow and easy as I could w/ varying days and workouts and some cross training to get up to at least a 10 mile long run before the half.

Here's the stats from Tuesay:
distance: 1.87!!!!! Yeah!! I went over my 1.5
stops: 2 because Robbie's collar came off and I realized i was running much lighter and when I saw collar in my hand and no dog attached I had to go back and get it on him--otherwise, just as I was getting to my house, I realized I just felt warmed up and could have kept running another few miles
Lungs: feel awesome-- hardly out of breath
Hip flexor and thigh: another story. It was mild pain-- more like a pull or ache, esp. in my hip flexor. I made sure to warm up before the run by running/marching in place in my kitchen as my I-pod recharged. Then I did some yoga stretches. Then, when I got back I did a bunch more yoga on my driveway (it was dark out) while my dog tried to sit on me while I was in pigeon. I swear I love that dog but he has no sense of boundaries. I streched my calves good on a nearby powerline pole, I also did downdogs for my calves and thigs as well as lunges and triangle. Pigeon seemed to stretch out and help the most. Oh and I also tried running on as much lawn, park grass, etc as I could for softer landing! I made sure to have my headlamp on to see where the possible leaf covered pitfalls might be.

I went inside and spent at least a half hour icing my thigh and hip flexor. And, I am walking fine today. My hips a bit sore but not too bad!
I feel like I'm just starting to live again.

Giving Thanks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neM-PuW3_jY



This Ohio cross country runner is amazing! I hope the clip above works--it shows her nearly at the finish line, when her left leg breaks in three places, and, rather than forfeit the race, she literally crawls nearly 50 feet to the finish line! Amazing. She ran fast enough earlier in the race that she only came a few seconds slower than her PR--even w/ crawling that far to the finish.

I am so thankful for people like her, real people who are so inspiring, and to show me that I don't have it so bad with my little bone stress.

Happy, wonderful holidays all!!!

Like brother like sister

My brother has had stress fracture like symptoms same time as me--lucky for him he is an amazing tri-athlete so he doesn't mind focusing on swimming and biking. I just love the running. This is a photo of us racing last July for the fourth of july race in Berkley. He can go much faster than me but stayed w/ me as we did this more for bonding than for competition. Notice our stride-- same. We both supinate. And we both have similar muscles. We actually sprained our ankles the same day in two different countries: I fell down a flight of stair in October 1994 and he was training for Race for the Cure in Boston- same exact day and we both sprained our left ankle same time. Odd huh? Well, he started w/ same type thigh/hip flexor pain as me same time a month or so ago. So, like the good doctor he is, instead of seeing his own ortho, he just asked me what my ortho found in the bone scan and determined that was good for him. My doc told me I could do "active rest": weightless workouts. My brother took that as something he could do too for rehab since his symptoms were so similar, and he's been swimming and biking.

Well my recovery has been slower than anticipated and I just started the pool running on Tuesday. I LOVED IT!!! Oh my-- I had to talk my physical therapist into it but it was sooo fun. They put this weightless belt on you and your arms pump above the water while your legs pump below. Oh my-- it was the closest I have come to running in sooo long I can no longer keep track. I just kept going from on side of the short pool to the next and she finally told me they were closing the pool (I was over my session by 30 min). Well next day went to my land physical therapist.
So, here's my stats:

warmth on hip flexer (hurting me more than femur now): 10 minutes
weights: 7 pounds 3 reps 12 per rep for 5 exercises just injured leg
I talked him into treadmill by brining my running shoes
2 minutes at 4 miles per hour
5 at 4.5 (average)
2 at 4 miles

My physical therapist was literally at my elbow the whole time telling me I had to tell him if it hurt. Well, it ached more than hurt, and it was mostly in my hip flexor-- he seems much more happy about hip flexor than femur fracture so he said okay.

I cannot wait to water run again!!
by the way, getting fatter than a thanksgiving stuff turkey w/ all this non-running. Wow, it's just not the same fitting into my size 0 bathing suit in a size 6 body--- yuck!!!!!! Must diet hard core while I'm not out there burning 1500 calories per run.

Thanks so much to my fellow runners w/ kind words of encouragement.
I'm going to admit, though, that stubborn runs in my family. Just like my brother still plans to race his triatholon, I still plan to do my half marathon in January. I will start slow, first w/ lots of water running then land running--even if I have to start at 2 miles and work my way up to 10 before the half.
Have wonderful holidays everyone!
Sincerely,
Keeping dream alive runner!!!

Dead runner walking

Attended the Scriptor newspaper fundraiser on crutches--colleagues laughed at me while I kept crowd control with the crutches. Photo is of me and Ben Harwood, adviser for Seaholm's newspaper. We raised almost $4000 that night for our newspaper and Harmonize for Hope.

I started walking without the crutches this weekend and my leg hurts. I am so upset. The physical therapist said that I would be training again by Nov. 20 but I had to stay on the crutches. It's just so darned hard, esp. when I can walk w/out them and it takes a day or so to make the pain come back. I'm getting truly worried. Not that I have been good about rehab. I've been on deadline week which kills every thing else in my life--so I missed wed and friday physical therapy with Ken and all week of water running. Arrrggg. I was looking back at my training log for this particular marathon and realized that it took me a while just to get up to 3 miles!!! So, let's see, today is Nov.11 and I have not run since the Detroit Free Press relay marathon. That would be about 3 weeks no running. Enough for my earlier training to die. Last night I saw the Electric Six at St. Andrews. I talked to one of the singers for an opening band and he said, "we are all dead bands, here tonight." I asked him what he meant, and he said "Still playing but not going anywhere anymore."
Ah, I said, "Dead band walking."
So, as I lay here having had little to no cardio in weeks much less running, I feel like dead runner walking. It sucks big time. And I am so busy, it's just a pain to use the crutches-- having hands to do things other than lift your body from place to place really does save time.

I wonder if I'll have to push back my retraining date. Coach Kyle said he would have a new/improved schedule for my now half-marathon by Nov. 22, but I wonder if he'll have to change that again.
If I start training in earnest December 1st I will only have 4 weeks before taper. Can I get up to 10 miles injury free in that time?

Here comes the pool . . .

Bone scan results:
I got the scan done on Sunday, and I asked the technician what the results were. My brother is an OBGYN and my sister-in-law, his wife, is a nurse, so I know better, but I did the following anyway: I threatened her into to telling me the results when she said she was not allowed to.

After the second scan was done, I told her I planned to run a good 10 Miles that day. She advised me not to, and I told her I would assume that all was good and I could continue running unless she told me what the results were.

She sighed and said, "The doctor looked at the images and said it looks like you have shin splints except they are in your femur bone. DON'T run 10 miles today."
"So it's not a fracture?"
"I'm just telling you what the doctor said. Your femur looks like it has shin splints."
Huh? Okay, so is this worse news? better news? I assumed better but I anxiously called my orthepedic Sunday (I guess they don't consider my bone scan emergency enough to page the doctor on a weekend--the nerve:) then I called him a few times on Monday. Finally got a call while grading papers, not by the doctor, but by someone who works in his office. She read the results and explained that I had "a stress reaction in my femur". I asked if that had anything to do with shin splints and she said they were similar. I guess, basically, I have a weakening of the outer layer of my femure bone-- a pre fracture condition. I started physical therapy yesterday--had some ultra sound done to my thigh and some manipulation tests where the therapist twisted, pushed, and pulled on my right leg and gauged by my reactions where and how bad my injury was. I'm pretty expressive so it was an easy test for him. He determined that it was more bone stress than soft tissue (muscle, etc.) because when he pulled by right foot towards him and asked me to resist I "expressed" the pain I felt. He said that the test had put pressure on my femur and the muscles in the back of my leg. Since I felt pain on the top of my thigh, he said that just flexing caused my femur to react and that I should put no weight on it all and maybe wait for pool running until, earliest, this Saturday and maybe not then cause I would have to use my muscles which would put strain on the femur.
So, he said to be an angel today and tom (angel meaning absolutely no weight--darn it, already broke that rule-- crutches are just so annoying) and he would see when I can start pool running.

Well, I already contacted another physical therapist to do some pool running starting next week for 3 days a week :) SO, I'll really try to stay off of my right leg entirely for at least the rest of today and tom, get more ultrasound and then start my pool running next Monday.

I really prayed that this was NOT a stress fracture, and I am thankful that it isn't.
Perhaps this is fate helping me learn how to cross train and become an even more effecient, stronger runner.
I also had to give up my marathon dream. I will now be running only a half marathon in Arizona. ARRGG-- I'm slowly coming to grips that this year will not be the year I run my first marathon. It's so hard, though, when you dream of this for months, work at it nearly every day, get better each run, feel good, and then just before you start really getting into some PR's you realize you have to let go of everything you psyched yourself up for. I am known to be stubborn and I'm even stubborn w/ myself. I can't help sort of beating myself up for not being smarter about my training. I really wish I could find a sports doctor who could analyze what I did to cause this. I gave Dr. Jurist all my theories but he said I was over analyzing that this just happens to runners. From what I've read, though, it doesn't just happen. It's usually the wrong shoes resulting in improper biomechanics while running or not enough strengthening of oposing muscles or following a training schedule that adds too many miles too soon, etc. I just want to know how I can prevent this from happening again after I recover and I can't do that if I can't figure out what I did wrong this time.

Okay, off to grade.

The Last Leg

The Flying Falcon Relay team for the Detroit Free Press Marathon last weekend-at least three of us-- Science teacher Michelle Tindall, Math teacher Jason Kong, and me.

This was my first race relay and it was exhilarating: watching members of other teams waiting on the tips of their toes as another runner raced in the hand off chute to pass the timing chip. One sprinting in, the other sprinting out, barely touching as the Velcro bracelet switched hands. My blood swirled with anticipation as I went from window to window on the bus, gawking at the elite runners.

I saw, for the first time, the glorious Kenyon Bird. That's my name for the elite Kenyon runner--so fast they are exotic. My lord did those first and second place winners of this marathon fly, sprinting at mile 20 so fast, by the time I got my camera phone to photo they were accepting their winner medals. I crouched on the steps of the relay bus in awe, and they ran by close enough I could have touched them. I think I actually tried to.

I did some jogging along the beach (near Belle Isle) while I waited for Judy because I couldn't sit on the bus watching anymore. I couldn't wait to run.
Our team had gone to dinner the night before to estimate timing-- Michelle did a full half-marathon, Judy's daughter did the second leg, Jason the third, and Judy handed off to me (we estimated the earliest possible times and she got there around 10:50, later than we estimated but earlier than we thought she would, and, when I saw her, I knew we were doing better than we hoped.) I ran the last leg of the race.

Well, it was my last leg in more than one way.

The Saturday before the marathon, I did something unpleasant to my right hip and thigh on my long run with TNT. After the run, I took an ice bath, felt better, and ran the next morning. This further did something unpleasant to my hip and thigh, so I stayed off of my legs, at least running-wise, until the relay marathon. All the runners I complained to about running on cold, untrained legs said that was perfect, that I would be well tapered for the race. I was. I also took mucho vitamen IB (Ibuprofin) and some muscle relaxers the doctor gave me so my leg would not bother me on the run. And, for the most part, it didn't.

The last leg was about a 10K length, starting a little after mile 20. I planned to go almost a minute faster with each mile (I started at an oh so brisk pace of 13 minute per mile) so I could slowly warm up my legs, esp. my right hip and thigh.

I was starting to feel really good around what I thought to be mile 24 of the race and what my Garmen assured me was around my fourth mile of running. Someone on the side of the road was cheering for us and I had passed a few of the runners I saw at the hand off chute. Someone, well or ill intended, I don't know, but someone yelled: "Only one more mile to go!!"

Well, almost unconsciously, everything in my body surged forward, I pushed myself as in a fartlek and dropped two minutes from my pace--which had speeded up to an 11 minute mile. I was now sailing at a 9 minute per mile pace (for me that's sailing; the Kenyon bird probably sleeps at this pace.) I envisioned seeing the finish line and my team any minute. I think this image made me even faster as I passed a few more people I recognized from the hand off chute. This surge strained my leg and my lungs a bit past where I thought I could go. No worries though, because soon I could gulp down some water and collapse beside the finish chute. My legs felt like they were on auto-pilot but that the circuits were going to break and shut them down any moment. Just a few more minutes, and I'm there. When I saw it.

The 25 mile mark.
OH SHIT! That liar!! Why didn't I trust my Garmen??? I looked down, sure enough, I had only gone 5 miles. I had an entire mile left to run on flagging, auto-pilot, felt like tree stump legs and squeezed in the fist of a giant lungs. There is a law; a law I am sure no runner has broken. That law is simply this: you do not run your last mile slower than your first.

In fact, I think there is a related law: you run your last mile faster than any of your previous--esp., idiot, if you are only running a 10K and you have smartly paced yourself to have left over energy for a surge at the end. So with these two laws in mind, I dealt with auto-pilot legs and squeezed up lungs and surged a bit more just to show them who was boss.

I have seen a video of me finishing and it is not pretty. Everyone else seems to have their arms raised, shouts of joy carried on the wind, babies held in their jubilant arms, streamers of celebration emanating from their pores. Then I come bounding in, no smile on my face, just grim determination. The minute my feet pass the timing mat, I stop--not slow down. Just a stop and a sigh, my face red, my legs about to collapse under me and I hobble off camera. It's as if I didn't even know I finished and I think that's how I felt. When I got home, I slept all day, all night, and woke up nearly late for work. That's when I realized something was not quite right with right leg. I hurt so bad I had to crawl up my stairs to get my clothes for work. I went that night to Dr. Jurist, the sports doctor for our school, and he gave me news I can barely think on. He took X-Rays and said that it looked like I have two stress fractures: one on my right hip and one on my right femur--yup that oh so important, weight bearing femur.

Tomorrow I go to Troy Beaumont for a radioactive bone scan. Yippy, I get to drink nuclear shake and then sit in a tube for 90 minutes. I am praying that it is soft tissue damage and not bone fracture. I must get back to training. I will run that marathon. I will not let my early nightmares come true. The doctor said I should pick another marathon. No. I told him I couldn't. I had raised money for the Leukemia society for this particular marathon. He said I should reevaluate how I "participate". I will participate and I will run it, I thought, but didn't say cause he had already looked at me like I was a lunatic about three times during our discussion of how I might have gotten injured. He especially didn't like my comment about the fists fulls of vitamen IB I took before the Free Press race.

Blog Action Day

A runner's temperature (only when running--unless they spend ALL their non-running time in a hot tub) is about 20 degrees higher than the air temperature. This is why you see those "crazy" runners out in shorts and a singlet in 50 degree weather--that's nice and balmy. I prefer winter running myself--and I used to HATE the winter! I learned when racing my first 15K last April in Flushing, MI on an unseasonably hot (read 80 degrees!) day how much I love the winter!!! I didn't understand why I kept getting so out of breath, so dizzy, why my time was so ridiculously slow, other than the fact that the race is set in no-where-village, and I got lost. I couldn't believe there were signs as the labyrinthine course wound around farms, through sub-divisions (where the nonchalant suburbanites simply continued mowing or watering their lawn as we ran by without even looking up) around middle schools and back into another subdivision. Few people to flag where to go next, no blocked off roads. Just some orange cones every now and then. I finally asked a runner near me, "How do you know where to go???" "hhm," she was puzzled at the very question. "I live two streets down from the finish and I've done the Tax Trot for five years." Ah, I finally realize everyone (except me, that is) lived in Flushing or knew somebody from Flushing.

Well, here I was, someone who trained in winter weather and wearing a black turtle-neck and long black running pants, huffing my way to the finish--screaming, "Where's the finish line?!!!" There were almost no markers the last mile or two of the race, so I just I ran back to the start line and realized the start was not, in fact, the finish. Oh no, the start was in front of Flushing High School but the finish was behind the school on the other side of the parking lot. Silly me for thinking the finish line should be in a clearly marked, obvious place. Well, I was one of the last ones in and the heat was killing me.
I worry about the increasing frequency of these "unseasonably" hot days. What if they don't become so unseasonable anymore?

Here's what this means for runners:
Temperature Heat-stress risk 75º-85º
Heat cramps or Heat Exhaustion possible 86º-105º
Heat cramps or Heat Exhaustion likely. Heat Stroke possible. 106-115º
Heat Stroke highly likely after 120

Now add 20 degrees to each of the above. Tragedies like the Chicago Marathon may be more frequent if global warming continues at the rate it is.
No amount of PowerAde will help us then.

Running doesn't kill, heat does

This is my first TNT mentor Leslie Jones and her sister Tara. Leslie and coach Ken are by far the biggest reasons I stuck w/ TNT and running. Leslie and her sister Tara were so supportive and so fun--they always came to group runs in Royal Oak, offered to drive me to Kensington w/ them (but I discovered Stoney and loved it), led awesome fundraisers and just listened to all my running stories (and passed many of them on). Well, this picture (despite our grins) represents a sad moment: Leslie and her family are moving the Minnesota and this was her going way party at Bastones and Cinq. I will miss her so much but because of her, even though she is leaving, she helped me build a strong enough foundation that I will keep running and raising money despite what kind of mentor I may have without her.

Tara is our Royal Oak hero-- she defeated a blood cancer that impacted the development of her bones and still gives her pain. Despite this, she also ran with our team and definitely outran me!! She did this in all kinds of weather, terrain, and pain in her legs. She did not "take precautions" because of her smaller bone structure (she told me once that because of her cancer her bones stayed at the development of a 13-year-old while the rest of her continued to develop). Tara ran faster, longer, and more often as race day approached and finished the Bayshore full marathon putting her all in.

Well, a lot of people are saying that Chad Schieber of Midland, Michigan, who died last Saturday at the Chicago marathon, was stupid, that he should have stopped before he died, that he knew he had a heart problem and should have taken precautions.
Guess what his "heart problem" was? His big heart problem was a mitro-valve prolapse-- so saying that his heart problem should have made him slow down in the heat or stop is like saying my hang nails should force me to stop typing or at least slow down.

Many people have this and many of them run very fast marathons because it is a minor heart irregularity. I have a PFO (I forget what the acronym stands for--so I just call it my heart UFO). This PFO was a congenital irregularity with my heart and according to my heart doctor nearly %20 of the population has this, but most, like me, don't know it until they have a stroke or other symptom of a problem. As babies, the walls of our hearts are not sealed so that, before the heart's muscle gets stronger, blood can pass easily between the left and right ventricles. By the time we are toddlers, that wall is erected, sealed, and strong. Well, with the UFO condition, that wall never gets sealed up all the way--so there is a "communication" between the left and right side that allows blood (and tiny blood clots) to get through. I have been running in all weather with this and I am still alive, sore in different parts of my body each week, but still alive.

What does it mean that someone who has a "heart problem" should take precautions? Should they run slower than they can? Less often than they'd like? Take more breaks than they need? I don't think so. Running to the best of your ability is what makes running such a joy--anyone who trained for a marathon would certainly not have held back in training nor the big day because of a minor heart irregularity.

I think it is heartless to blame this man for his death and ignorant to blame running itself as so many couch potato doctors do. How many massage therapists and doctors have asked: "Have you ever considered just NOT running" when I go to get advice on my clicking knees, pulled hip flexor, sprained ankle, low back pain. Um, nope, I haven't and I won't. All kinds of people think runners are asking for injury. Well, yes, we are, so is everyone who does any form of exercise. It is the paradox of life that to build something new you must tear the original down. Our muscles get stronger because we tear them when we lift and our bodies say, "Oh yeah?? Well try tearing THIS down!" and builds a bigger bicep--or, in the runners case, trunk solid legs. Same goes for the heart and lungs of a runner--"oh yeah? you going to push me that hard? you going to make me pump that fast, heave that heavy? Well, try pushing this!!" and our hearts and lungs improve. So we get more pulled muscles-- we also get stronger muscles and stronger hearts. That is what this man did for his heart--he made it stronger by running. Not a stupid idea at all. So what killed him?

Heat and humidity.

Many people who run long distances have difficulty knowing when they are in danger-for a number of reasons:
Reason one:
after some miles, your body greatly increases dopamine in anticipation for the usual pain when running and then further increases it in peaks and valleys as the run continues. This is often helpful because it allows you to keep running, to keep feeling good, and to stay positive. You only notice how much pain you are in when you walk or finish the race--that's why some marathoners (I saw this at Bayshore) literally have their legs stiffen the minute they cross the finish line. One of my TNT contacts, Patrick Strait, ran all out for the Bayshore marathon, felt really good approaching the finish line, gave one last surge, and then fell and was forced to crawl to the finish line and put his foot on the mat so his time could be counted. In his mind, the few feet before the finish line meant victory, meant race done and so his legs locked and he fell. He felt no pain in his legs for the 26 miles before that.

Reason two: Trainers/coaches/and your own self repeat this mantra: "it's not about physical but mental toughness" (The first time my coach said this, I got deja-vu, then I remembered that my brother said the same thing to Rachel, my sister-in-law, on their honeymoon hike through the Smokey mts; I don't think it went over so well in that situation). Anyhow, you are trained to talk yourself out of the pain, to dissociate and think about something happy, to imagine the finish line--anything to avoid focusing on the pain. Any seasoned runner would have this strategy down so pat they might not even be aware they are doing it, esp. at such a critical moment.

Reason three: Heat related injuries are very, very similar to your run of the mill I wish I were dead exhaustion past a runner's "red line"--the farthest point they can go until they've used up all their glycogen stores and begin to feel like two elephants moved in and are sitting on their lungs and legs. Almost always, simply slowing your pace and getting to the next water/gel not only stops this pain but makes you feel even more energized. Heat related injuries cause edema before more serious coma and death from the imbalance of water to electrolytes. Edema (swelling hands, legs, feet) is also a common symptom of simply running long distance w/out enough salt in your body (again the next Gatorade or gel stop alleviates this).

Reason four: It was frickin 88 degrees and more humid than a sauna (See post below. I ran in the fricken soupy hot air Saturday and Sunday) and was OCTOBER people!!! OCTOBER. Not supposed to be hotter than an August noon. Therefore, the people running the race were not prepared w/ enough electrolyte giving drinks at closer stops along the race route and the runners themselves were not able to prepare properly for the heat either with their own water and sports drinks.

Reason five: Runners feel the pain, but most who train for a marathon have trained for months and months--this has been their goal and many runners look forward to a marathon with the same anxious hope that people look forward to their wedding day. So, they have run some pretty tough training days and they will absolutely run through anything the BIG DAY. This is not unique to the runner who died but a mental condition of all competitive runners. There but for the grace of a cool drink of water goes any runner.

Running in that type of record breaking heat and humidity is bound to end in tragedy. I don't blame the racers. I don't blame the organizers. Races are huge events. Stopping one is like stopping a train mid speed: it takes many officials, a mile or so of squealing, grinding breaks, and an extreme but unforeseen emergency. Neither do I blame the volunteers handing out water. Runners do not need nearly enough water on a typical October Saturday than they do on an August noon. No. I blame our increasing emissions of greenhouse gases and rising temperatures. The heat kills, not the running.

Maximus Pain

The first Saturday in October, as hot, as humid as the first Saturday of August on that fishing boat at our friend's wedding, and yet, it feels like those icy branches are gripping from the inside the outside of my left thigh--Yes, I've pulled my gluteus maximus. I went to Stony w/ Lou and Tony at the ripe time of 7:20 a.m. this morn. We were supposed to do 12 miles. I covered 12 miles, but didn't run them all. After it felt like the steel claw of a determined terminator gripped my left butt cheek, every time I tried to run, especially up hill, I yelped (and swore a few times) in pain and had to do some limp walking. So I ran a good seven and limp walked a good five.

I was doing so great the first six miles. Wow--how beautiful Stony is in the a.m. I looked to my right going over one of the bridges and the water looked like a pastel painting--glossy but w/ a bit of fog and muted oranges and reds spreading across the calm surface of the water. It was so transcending and I was listening to James Taylor: "I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend. But I always thought that I'd see you again." It's about one of his friends, Suzanne, who died in a plane crash. "You've got look down upon me Jesus, you got help me make amends. I can't make it any other way. My body's aching and my time is at hand. You've just got see me through another day. OOOH I've seen fire and I've seen rain." and I was now into the forest and the trees made a canopy above me and I was going up a hill, feet in closer arms pumping higher and at the top of the hill the trees gave way and I could see rays of the sun beaming down in streaks through the clouds--like prisms from God and I almost cried it was so beautiful and suddenly nothing but beauty matter, nothing but this flying feeling and God and the beauty that he makes for us and how he is there in everything around and in us. I realized I didn't need anything but this, this moment.
As you can see, the running high was kicking in. I felt high and dizzy at the same time. Holy humidity--when I looked down at my fingers they were so puffed up I thought I'd never get my rings off--they hurt they were so puffed. I poured some of my water on my face and when some fell into my mouth I tasted an ocean--so much salt. At mile four, I started to worry that I had edema and maybe that one sickness our coach told us about where you feel drunk because your brain is swelling from too much water and not enough electrolytes and salt.

I stopped my worrying brain by reminding myself that at the TNT water stop one of our runners said she had intense shin splits, real painful. When I told her maybe she should walk, she shook her head. "Too stubborn huh?" I said.
"Yeah," she grinned.
I knew what she meant (trail racing on a sprained ankle counts as stubborn too). So I dropped it.

Anyway, I shook of my growing fear of getting drunk on brain swell by remembering her stoicism. Runners are not wimps. So I turned the music up and flowed with it and tried to enjoy the humidity inspired dizziness--speeding down hills with longer strides and slowing my way up hills with shorter strides and higher arm position. Ken in my head directing me. "Let gravity pull you down" I felt my legs just revolve under me and leaned more to my toes. The left side of my left butt cheek started to ache--but it wasn't an intense pinching/gripping pain yet. It seared more up hills, so I slowed a bit and then made up for it down hills.

I got some food w/ salt in me at the 6 mile stop and stretched. Then off refreshed and running. For the first time, my legs failed me before my lungs and before my spirit. At mile seven they began to feel like unbendable stumps of wood-like rigermortous had set in and I would soon fall on my face while trying to move forward on unmovable legs. I had to stop and walk and walking felt more painful because I could feel even more how stiff my legs moved. I picked up the run again at a down hill and, just as a mother on her bike and a daughter in front of her on her legs trotted behind me, a sudden pain gripped my left thigh. I yelped loudly and the mother and daughter (whom I didn't hear because of my blaring I-pod) past me as I limped to a walk and then "shit!" slipped from my mouth before I saw the young, startled girl pass me on the left.

From then on I walked and jogged in intervals of a quarter mile, each quarter run more painful, until I saw Tony running toward me. "Oh. This is what I have been dreading. Oh, I am so embarrassed," I said to myself as soon as I saw his blue singlet. I thought I was so slow he had run to find me to see if I had fallen into a ditch. But when he yelled out "Can you see the mile marker? Point it out!" I realized he was on his last four miles--two out and back to make 14 miles. When he reached me, I told him about my pain and he asked if I needed help getting back-if he should stay w/ me or get a car. I said no, I'll walk back. I walked the rest of the way in, slower with each step. It hurt to walk even--and especially up hills. I walked fast on the down and slow on the up. I didn't stop at stop signs--I was in so much pain I felt like a dumb beast and didn't care if a car hit me.

When I got to the 12 mile mark, Lou, Jim, Lisa, and Tony were waiting. As I got within a few feet of the TNT flag, Jim rang the cowbell for the second time and despite my pain it made me grin. I was done! I had promised him that he would ring the cowbell twice for me: once at the 6 mile mark and again at the 12.

On the car ride home, Lou told me that I was limping in so slowly that as soon as they saw me, Lisa told him to ring the bell. Tony retorted that he would be ringing it for ten minutes with how slow I was going. Jim, ever proud of his bell skills, said, "I know when to ring it!!" and he did ring it at the perfect time.

When I got home I took an ice bath and it actually felt good--my left thigh doesn't hurt as badly.

I will run a very slow and careful three miles tom at 7 a.m. with Tonya from TNT.

Totals for this week:
Sunday: 6
Thursday: 5
Saturday: 12 (w/ only 7 ran)
Total: 23 covered (18 ran)

Map my run runs

Okay-- so here's one of the joys in my life-- my niece Grace-- on her 4th birthday last Saturday. I got to see her after my long run and that pained smile makes me wonder if I still smelled despite my quick shower.


So this is the route I did tonight. I think I need to keep better track of my training--I've been slipping.

So last week:
Last Saturday: 10 miles (hurt ankle so limped the last of those miles)
Tuesday: speed training-- two laps warm up, 6 laps surge 6 laps jog-- half mile (2 laps) recover (about 4 miles total)-- surge at 9 minutes per mile and jog from 11-13. Had to stop cause went out to fast w/ Lou and Haley.
Wed: break
Thursday: TNR Run-- a bit late and had my i-pod all set up-- my TNR buddies were laughing when I walked up to stretch with them. "Have any Rubens?" Anika asked when I came up. Ah, news spreads fast. There was a rather confusing new route someone came up w/ and since I had to get my Garmen set up I fell behind, esp. at Woodward--so I did my own route- at times just running around neighborhoods in circles to get up the mileage when I realized I was getting to the Farmer's Market too soon. total miles: 5
Total Week's Miles: 19

This week so far:
Saturday: supposed to do 10 at race (near the Martian Marathon) overslept a bit and left phone in car so I didn't hear Lou calling me before 7 to get me up--he was going to pick me up but I didn't tumble out of bed and find my phone until he was halfway to the race. I put on my running clothes anyway to race in my car to the race--pulled on my armor like sports bra, my running shorts and singlet, my ankle brace, my double socks to prevent blisters, my Garmen, and even my I-Pod. Walked into the bedroom to say goodbye to Mark--and promptly crawled back into bed w/ him.

I woke up four hours later still in my running gear. HA! so all dressed up and no where I ran to. I did change, shower, and get my nails done, though. So at least I left the house.
Total miles: 0
Nails polished: 20 (had pedicure too)

Sunday: did the above map my run (wanted to 10 miles but my Garmen ran out of battery after 3 miles so I just sort of ran around where ever, remembering the streets so I would be able to "map my run". Only made it to 6 miles (this included a few stretch stops and one stop at a gas station to refuel my water in their nasty bathroom).

The Return of the Stitch

September 21, 2007.

Adam (a new reporter at the Scriptor) took a photo of Austyn and I at the computer in newspaper class today for a TNT video project. It's great having Austyn back in newspaper--victorious over her cancer. She is now one of our opinion editors and working on an article about the student trip to France this past summer.

She has always been athletic and probably already learned what I did yesterday just before my training run: before I was defeated by a Ruben sandwich.

I learned a few weeks ago not to gulp down a mint chocolate mud frosty and then gorge on 15 Chicken McNuggets slathered in sweet and sour sauce an hour or two before a long run.

I should have globalized that lesson.

Last night was our weekly, team TNR (Thursday Night Run--but sounds oh so official as an acronym).

This mixed group of ability runners includes those who run a 6-7 minute 10K, a 7-9 minute 10K, and then me- you might call me the anchor, the one who gets lost at the end of the pack, the slowest runner. It's cool though because everyone is so nice-- Lou esp. who ran with me my first few times out and even dragged me pouting, sweating, and seething in anger off of various lawns when I refused to run anymore the first few weeks I ever ran. On days we go out afterward, they wait for me at the Farmer's Market. They usually they only have to wait ten or so minutes, and they don't make fun of me too much for being so slow at this early point in my running journey.

Today, though, well today, was just plain embarrassing.

Pre-run drink: gulped down organic pineapple juice from Trader Joes 30 to 20 minutes before the run. I actually thought all that sugar would be great glycogen fuel for my legs
Pre-run meal: greasy Ruben and cheese sandwich with hot sauerkraut in buttery pita bread.
Eaten fifteen minutes before my planned 6-8 mile run with my team.

Showed up at Farmer's Market to stretch w/ the team and we all chatted runner chat-- breaking in new shoes, merits of Brooks vs other shoes, road vs trail, how to get your Garmin to find a satellite faster (Lou doesn't believe me that holding it up toward the sky and away from buildings helps-- Mark also thinks this is ridiculous and says I look like I am ET trying to phone home with my running watch). What we planned to run this Saturday and what we planned to run on Thursday nights as the Saturday runs got longer, etc. Anyway, I felt like a seasoned runner with seasoned runner obsessions, interests, concerns.

My teammates noted all my electronic paraphernalia as we started out: my beeping Garmin (to tell me I was running too slow) my I-Pod, my high tech attached to the arm water bottle, my no glare sunglasses. I laughed and said "Beem me up Scotty!" and right then the Garmin beeped again--we were running and laughing and I barely noticed how fast we were going .

HA!!! very soon all I had was the fight between my lungs and legs to keep me company--oh and my up-chucked Ruben.

I started out too fast: a 6.5 minute pace--ouch, ouch, ouch-- I just wanted to be able to talk w/ people as I ran. Well, I changed that goal after just .10 of a mile and realized it was either slow down or fling myself onto the nearest lawn. So I slowed to a more comfortable 9.5-10 minute pace--ah, felt good, turned on my I-Pod and enjoyed a little "Walking on Sunshine--Oh Yeah! and don't it feel good!!"

Only about a mile into the run, my breathing got crazy labored and it started to feel like a small balloon was being inflated in my esophagus. My legs were doing fine though, actually my legs really enjoyed the forward momentum and wanted to go faster. My lungs puffed out and crawled up into my mouth and begged me to stop.

What the heck is going on? I just ran an easy five miles on Tuesday after my 10 K on Sunday-- easy, fun, runner's high inducing 5 miles. Why am I choking after only one mile??? My legs told my lungs to suck it up and keep going, so I listened to them and did. By 1.6 miles, the cramp that had also began with my choking feeling got worse. It started to feel like a very angry Ed Ghein was performing indelicate surgery with a butcher knife through my stomach wall and into my intestines. My stomach not only cramped, it burned and twisted and I had to stop and walk. From then on, it was walk a little, run a little, walk a little w/ arms above my head, walk a little. I took a different path at this point than my team (couldn't even see em at this point anyway) and decided to cut my rout and make it just a 4-miler. My legs really started to feel good and I ran another mile: my legs and lungs and gut fighting it out the whole way. Legs: "This is fun!! This is what we love! I'm flyingj!!!" My gut: "If you don't stop I'm going to get ripped in half or puke on you." Legs: "Whatever, get over yourself. Wimp. The feeling will pass." Lungs: (in a hoarse and faint whisper) "I ccccan't bbbreath, please stop".
Stupid me, I listened to the legs.
Next thing I knew about 2.6 miles, up came the evil Rubin and his evil side kick Sauerkraut. You know how sometimes throw up tastes like the food itself? Well I learned that a digested Ruben tastes just like you image eating a bowl of throw up would. I didn't want to throw up Ruben on my white running shirt, so I swallowed that now digested Ruben back down. Oh that acid burn. I will never, and I mean never, be able to eat neither a Ruben sandwich nor sauerkraut again. Actually, just writing about it is making me a bit queasy. Especially because I kept listening to legs, even after that, and kept letting them revolve almost mindlessly underneath me-- quite unsympathetic to what my gastro-intestinal system just endured.

Well, Ruben and Sauerkraut came back at mile 4 again and this time with a vengeance that didn't let me swallow them back down. I doubled over and puked off of 11 mile road, just blocks before my return to the Farmers Market. I gulped down a ton of water and it helped some. That was it. No more listening to legs. I walked briskly to the start-- none of my teammates were there. I had only run/walked 4 miles while they did 6-- I had either gotten there before them or so far after them that they were already home, showered, and probably asleep by the time I finished. I stretched a bit, but I didn't hang round too long. I didn't want to answer questions about where I had gone off to during the run.

So, learning time:
NO FOOD. NONE!!! Within one to two hours before running (esp. not greasy, heavy food)
DO NOT START TOO FAST--even if I do want the company of more elite runners. It's just not worth it!
IF SOMETHING IS REALLY GOING WRONG ON A RUN DON'T LISTEN TO LEGS!!! Listen to lungs and slow down.

Coach Randy writes: "We all have bad runs. After a bad run, just tell yourself 'I've logged in my bad run. I'm glad I can check that off my list.'"

OH yeah, I'm checking that one off my list alright.

Tomorrow is my 9 mile in Royal Oak-- no food, just lots and lots of water pre-run (and no fancy organic juice either) I'm also going to will myself to actually start out SLOWER than my normal pace!

10K Zoo Angel

Sept. 16, 2007

Just finished the Detroit Zoo race. Mark's nephews, Evan and Nathaniel above, came to watch me race and explore the zoo after. This is a rare moment of them being sweet to each other-- might actually have been a shameless ploy to get me to take a picture of them.

Right now, I'm taking Lou's advice, Lou's hugely painful advice, and giving my swollen, re-injured ankle a post race ice bath in a white bucket. It feels like a thousand Lilliputians with fire arrows sending a million salvos into my heel, toes, and top foot.

I ran my best 10K to date! this morning! Thanks to the running angel to my left in the other photo. He seemed to know many people along the way, kept saying "hi" to people watching from their lawns.

It's so odd how hard the first mile or so of a race is before you get into your stride. I saw a fellow runner from TNT just before the race started--He called out to me and I ran over to give him a hug; it was so nice to see a familiar face. Then I looked around and realized he was near the mid front of the group-oh no, not falling into that trap again. But I did-- I started out w/ him even though he runs twice as fast as me. So I did what coach Ken preaches never to do: I ran out too fast, much faster than my fastest pace (by the Garmin that was 6.34 minute mile--ouch) I slowed and slowed to 9, then 10, then 11 and kept a pretty comfortable pace at 11. I was still suffering from my first mistake around mile 3, when I ripped off the gel safety pined to my shorts and held it, ready to squeeze it down w/ the next water. At that moment, this Latino looking guy said something to me-- my I-Pod was blaring so I didn't hear him, but I clearly made out "BEAUTIFUL" and thought-- "oh jeez, you've got to be kidding me-- it's all I can do to keep one leg before the other and now some yahoo is hitting on me during a 10k race" Well, what an ego I have! I found out after he kept getting my attention and I was running past Joanna's house on one side and the golf course on the other that he was talking about how BEAUTIFUL the golf course was!! Then he kept looking back to check me and my pace. He motioned me up and said "You are my pace so don't slow me down, get up here." So I laughed and turned off my music, picked up my pace, and mused with him about the beautiful houses and trees. He noticed my breathing get really labored at this pace (10 minute) and he said "Imagine something beautiful, something full of energy and take yourself there." I thought about it, and I imagined the creeks that Mark and I go to up north, the ones with such a strong pulling current that you have to struggle up stream and then fly on the current downstream. "Water!" I said "Rapids". "Good" he said. "Now your breathing. Listen to it. Make it very quiet and listen to it. Stay on the rapids and listen to your breath."

My lord! It worked. I imagined myself floating fast down those rapids and made my breath quiet.
"You can run forever this way" he said.

He was right! When the pain got a bit too much and breath got all out of control again, I imagined myself cantering on a chestnut horse through a beautiful forest--real controlled speed, and I leaned forward and pumped my arms straighter and my strides longer and I started to get ahead of Zoo Angel (or he let me get ahead). I saw my split at mile 4 and couldn't believe it was only 43 minutes! I was going to make it in just over hour! The last 10K up north I did in an hour and 17 minutes and the one before that in Dearborn 1 hour and 35 minutes! (sad I know). After the five mile mark, when we had only half a mile by my Garmin, I told him and he said you take the lead--made me get in front of him and at only a quarter mile left I felt the surge, the effortless surge, put my I-Pod back to blaring and finished in an hour and six minutes!!! My best yet-- I wanted to thank Zoo Angel, but I had double and tripled tied my timing chip onto my shoelaces and it took me nearly two minutes to get it off and drop it in the chute bucket. By that time, Zoo Angel was gone.

Some truly funny stuff that happened during this race:
Every time we passed a race volunteer they clapped and cheered for us--really, even though you don't know them, I swear it gives your legs energy. Well, I didn't time my spit to well during one of these bends where the volunteers directed, and just as I spit she clapped. I turned to Zoo Angel and said "She just cheered on my spit!" After that, every time I spit, ZA clapped for me.

Also, when I announced by my Garmin that we had less than a mile left. ZA said we had to sing something--He asked if I knew any Jewish songs-- "No sorry" so we ran in silence-- all I could think was "I once was lost but now am found . . ." but didn't think that would be a cool song for him to sing (a Spanish looking Jewish man-- very odd) so I suddenly bust out "She'll be comin round the mountain when she comes" and he responded "She'll be comin round the mountain when she comes" She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be comin round the mountain, she'll be comin round the mountain when she comes. "She'll be riding six white horses when she comes" Zoo Angel "Oh, she'll be riding six white horses when she comes"-- People were looking at us like we were crazy. When we got closer, we stopped singing and he said "Okay. let's just run-- you lead the way" and so we did and I did and I pumped out the last few yards with Radar Love blasting and I saw Mark, Caroline, and my two nephews cheering me on just before the finish. I see now in the photo that, at that point, my ZA was just next to me--grinning.

This video below shows my "blue butterfly" in take off. A host of butterflies of all colors swoop around the Detroit Zoo Butterfly Exhibit, and they land on various flowers, plants, stone water fountains, but this blue one zoomed erratically: was the most beautiful and the most hard to photograph. I literally chased it around, dodging in and out of families, trying to get its picture. Finally realized I was going to have to stalk it w/ strategy rather than dumb speed. I waited until it landed, closed those brown mottled wings (which hid the azure inside) and then I turned on my camera to video and waited, and waited, on until it fluttered off the rock.

non run journal

Looks like my dog Flappy but doesn't look at all like the inside of my car.

Okay, so the packet I got from TNT that was written by coach Randy, owner of Running Fit, says that runners should log in "non-runs". In other words, journal on days that they are supposed to run and don't. "Looking at all those skipped days will get you out the door."

Well, here it is: was supposed to run today, didn't. Was supposed to run Tuesday. Didn't. Sunday. Didn't. Was supposed to run a long run (6 miles) on Saturday and . . . didn't.


Wow, I feel so much better.

I am going to run tom for three easy miles cause I'm supposed to do my long run as a 7 miler. Ouch and I just celebrated breaking the 3 mile barrier.

Me to Lou before my first 10K race, after I nearly passed out from my first five mile run w/ him:
"Does it count as five miles if you don't actually run half the time?"
Lou: "If you're not riding in the car, it counts."
Okay, going to keep that in mind on my long run this weekend.

broke 3 miles with body guard dog!

Brought my own body guard: Robbie, my Rott/Doberman mix. I was not afraid tonight even when I ran past an empty parking lot and some scowling, fifty something, ragged looking, smoking (of course) guy gaped at me.

I usually get annoyed when people shrink from Robbie because it's such a case of judging the book by the cover. His favorite sport is cuddling and watching TV, not rabidly ripping apart the mail lady (who refuses to deliver our mail even if Robbie is outside with us). At 95 pounds, though, and with a clear Doberman body and Rott heft, I must admit he is a bit intimidating.

I had to run after 9 p.m. tonight, when I got home from work, and I really wanted to run further than three miles, but that meant going farther a field and even past some scary-at-night long stretches of dark, empty construction sites. Well, as I tugged on my road shoes, Robbie wagged his tail so hard he banged out a rhythm against the closet and bashed his nose into my leg. "Oh, sweety, you want to go for a walk." It hit me! Take him running w/ me! Why had I not thought of this before? This is not a dog most people make cooing noises and try to pet. Some people glance at him and scowl at me for my audacity at letting this beast out in public, or, especially if they are walking with children, perform a sudden, quick hop to the other side of the sidewalk, kids clutched to their sides, to avoid him.

I had never run w/ Robbie before and I worried he might not be as well behaved as Flappy--- but he was AWESOME! He stayed right by me and even agily weaved with me in and out of smoking obstacles in leather, studded jackets sauntering down the side walks of Main. He even kindly moved closer to my left leg when we ran by anyone.

Only problem: that dog is not as in shape as his muscles would imply. He ran about half a foot behind me and I had to keep yanking on the leash or saying his name to get him into my peripheral vision. His tongue nearly dragged behind him and he panted the entire run. This is not an old dog and he should not be so out of shape. It did make running with him a bit like trying to drag a wheeled cart full of mud at the same time.

Stats: My Garmin was not charged so these are not as specific

Distance: 4.07 (thank you "map my run")
stops: two-- one short one to stretch, one longer half block one to catch my breath
Smoky smelling houses: too many to count-- I just don't get how houses can actually smell like smoke--whenever I run by one and it's just overpowering I always look for someone on the porch smoking and there isn't anyone--I think one time I'm just going to walk four miles and really investigate this house smoke smell. Thing I hate: after passing a few of these I can really feel the slow down and my lungs fill w/ sludge. Ugggh. My civil libertarian sensibilities fight with my desire to breath in no Co2 and just let big ol' brother outlaw smoking all together.
Dog drag: 95 pounds
Beautiful, starry night-- loved stretching afterwards, especially when I was in triangle pose and lifted my head and arms up-- just amazing sight and it felt like my body was flying into it-- yes, that is a runner's high talking. Nothing like it.

Pace: again I tried the fall into the run near my toes stride--it is faster. I also did alot of inner association (and some disassociation--at one time I actually reached a perfect yoga state of mind and was not thinking at all-- then I realized I was doing that and began a whole lot of analyzing how I did it and what it meant and if I was conscious how I could really be thinking nothing--which is also a form of inner dissociation--just not as complete). What worked the best tonight as far as pace, comfort, mood: imagining I was in a race and certain landmarks ahead were the finish line-- often the end of a block or a traffic light. It's weird but that mindset made me surge forward w/out much effort or pain. It felt good. At one point, I even realized the slight tension in my legs and chest felt good. Felt like life.

pace: no idea--- again, no Garmen. But I feel like, at points, it was faster than my recent, and very sad, 11 minute miles. I did have to practically drag my very large, teenage-in-dog-years Dob most of the way.

I'm excited now for the zoo 10K in two sat.

The night's run ended perfectly with a stop at the mailbox to find that three very, very generous people donated to the Leukemia/Lymphoma society. It really added more joy to my run. One of my colleagues was just diagnosed with Meyloma and I think about her along w/ my beautiful, brave, gloriously alive newspaper student who just won her first round against non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. I visualize both of them now when I get to a sinister hill ,and I want to stop. It helps. Both of them have a bravery I hope I never have to find within myself.

A family friend sent me a note the other day that his dad died in 1973 (the year I was born) of Leukemia. This note came with an astoundingly generous donation to the TNT Leukemia/Lymphoma society. I guess you never know who has been impacted by these cancers. I look at smiling, bright Austyn, now back in my newspaper class, and I have hope.

One long stop

My running pal from TNT Stacey on the right. This was around mile 10 of our Bayshore half marathon. I really hope she runs the long run this Saturday. I need a pace partner!!!

Ran tonight
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stats:
miles: a bit over 3
pace: average 10.5 (getting better!)
best: 7
stop: one, one long one. stopped at Royal Oak Brewry to help celebrate Mike's b-day. Had glass of wine and met another runner, one of Mike's friends, who, of course, competed w/ him in a half iron-man--jeeze. I just wanted to ask how, how do you even get your body to the point that it can do an iron man??? Any how, I've noticed that these super athletes, been in a million ultra competitions, are always really nice, unassuming. I guess if you've got it you just don't have to flaunt it. He taught me a new trick on my Garmen: how to make it stop timing when I stop-- that is part of why my average pace is better. It wasn't factoring 40 minute miles for stopping to tie my shoe.
I tried something tonight, though, that seemed to also speed my pace-- I read some where about falling into the run and not letting the body's natural breaks stop you. So I sort of leaned forward a bit and ran more toward my toes, not on them, but just sort of falling forward w/ each step--I looked at my Garmen at one point and I was doing a 9 minute mile doing this. It was easier and faster and it was just my mind I had to deal w/, my mind telling me it must be harder on my lungs to go faster, but really it wasn't, it was different form making it easer to go faster.
freaks: none
friendly people at bar stop: lots!
Ran home after about 30 minute stop.

Injury note: my sprained ankle, which is getting swollen again, really hurt when I started running. It warmed up after about half a mile or so but it's throbbing a bit now. I didn't wear my brace for the first time so I guess that's the easy answer to that, will wear it or tape my ankle for my long run on Saturday.