2,850 miles run
420h 20m spent running
264,573 feet climbed
PRs in the 10k, half marathon, marathon, and 50k
2015 was a year of learning experiences for me. I didn’t have as many of those magic “easy” races, the ones where everything just clicks, as I did last year. And while everyone loves those good times, it’s the tough ones that are more valuable: they teach me things and keep me motivated to fight on. So instead of doing a “highlights reel” (of which there were many!) I’m going to give you the top five lessons I learned this year. Continue reading
Excited as a kid on Christmas morning
THE Boston Marathon. My third attempt at this storied race. The whole weekend leading up to the main event is so jam-packed with events and expos that you have no time to even think about the 26.2 miles. But finally, what I’ve been waiting for: the moment when there’s nothing left to do but run. I live for this. Loaded in the corral, waiting for the gun. Months of training all leading up to this moment.
Mile one was crowded and off pace, but this was okay and part of the plan. I knew I could make up time later and had to save something for the hills, not trash my quads in the first few miles. The crowd never thinned so it took about 4 miles to work up to goal pace. I took my first gel at mile 5, and it did not go down well. Usually I can suck them down with no problems, but it tasted too sweet and syrupy, hard to swallow. I chased with a few sips of water trying to wash the taste away. About 5 minutes later my stomach started cramping. I thought it was a side stitch (unusual for me), tried to breath through it, and eventually it went away. The same thing happened after choking down half a gel at mile 10. And then again at mile 14. This was not good.
The Boston Marathon is just over five weeks away. Just five, short, not-nearly-enough-time weeks. If I do a typical three-week taper, this means I just have two more weeks of hard training left. What?!? Commence freak out… now.
Recovering like a boss with sore feet, plantar fasciitis, and aching knee.
I had a rough start to this training cycle. I began with a bunch of leftover niggling injuries from the 50 miler. I was tired. Workouts felt hard. I was dealing with some major stomach issues, and then my knee started to hurt for no good reason. I felt like I was barely hanging on, in a bad way. I was getting in the miles and hitting my paces, but it just didn’t feel good.
But two weeks ago I had that “turn-around” workout I had been praying for. It was at an Impala practice where we did a souped up version of Yasso 800s: 6 sets of 800m (I was aiming for 3:00 each), 100m recovery jog, followed by 300m at 1500m pace (aka fast). We got a 400m recovery jog between each set. It was tough. But oh man I haven’t felt that good running basically since last year. My legs had pop, I felt like I was cruising. Running with a group of fast women pulls out that speed you didn’t think you had. Sometimes all you can focus on is not getting dropped by the pack, but when things sync up– breathing together, strides matched, ponytails swishing– it’s magic. Your legs just GO. I left that workout exhausted, but so happy.
The Boston Marathon is just a short 11 weeks away. Instead of my usual 4 month training cycle I’m working with a shortened 3 month cycle this time around due to my unexpectedly long recovery period after the 50 miler. Just in these past few weeks I’ve really felt like my legs are returning to normal: I have my turnover and speed and springiness back. But my training still isn’t going as smoothly as I would like. I have a weird pain in my right knee. I’m having stomach issues. I quit my corporate job and it’s been majorly stressful. The body can only handle so much stress at once- whether from training, job, relationship, health- it all adds up and once you hit that tipping point things start to fall apart unless you do some damage control (aka recovery). Continue reading
2014 was… how do I put this… Fucking. Awesome. I won two marathons and knocked over 15 minutes off my PR. I ran in the Austrian Alps and on the beaches of Thailand. I met some incredible and smart people- clients, Impala teammates, new friends- who completely changed my life for the better. It’s going to be hard to top 2014, but I have some ideas on how to make 2015 my greatest year yet. As I sit here writing this I’m sipping coffee on a deck overlooking the ocean in Hawaii. I’m pretty sure there’s no better way to welcome in the New Year, so bring it on 2015!!!
I run so hard I explode shoes.
180,226 feet climbed
3 marathon PRs
4 countries run in
8 pairs of sneakers destroyed