I've gone a little nuts and started making some running motivation images. You may say that I've gone over the edge into complete running dorkdom. That's OK. I can handle it.
I plan to make up some images and post them now and then. I hope you enjoy them!
Now, for your Tuesday, running motivation #1:
File this under: Better Late Than Never.
Nine days into 2012, I'm just getting to my goals. And, odd, because they are really pretty simple:
1. To have a strong and healthy year of running.
2. To meet my finish time goals in my two A races.
That's it.
That's it?
Yup, that's it. You see, I'm focused this year. Totally, 100% focused. I don't want to hobble through the year from one injury to the next, thus my first goal. And I want to run an awesome race at the New Jersey Marathon in May (my #1 A race) and an equally (if not more so) awesome race at the Mohawk-Hudson Half Marathon in October (my #2 A race), thus my second goal.
If I can stay healthy and injury-free, and if I can be smart and consistent with my training, I can run well in both of my A goal races.
I'm planning to do it.
I'm focused.
2012 will be all about building on the strength of 2011. That was a great running year -- 2012 will be as good or better. No doubt about it.
Now, don't think for a second that I'm only going to run two races (hey, I started the year with a half marathon, after all!). Nope, I've got plans to run a few other races, in addition to my A races. Some of them will be for fun, some will be tune-up races for the marathon and the half. I'm still working on my complete racing schedule but once I have it, I'll post it.
So, that's it, friends. My goals.
Five days into this new year of 2012, I'd like to take a look back at 2011.
I don't want to sound like a major braggart but, seriously, 2011 was an awesome year for my running. I mean awesome! The best part is that I didn't let my baby-induced lack of sleep ruin my running plans too much, nor did I give up on stretch goals just because I'm now firmly entrenched in the masters running category.
Instead, I did the best I could to meet the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year. Here's how I did:
First, let me preface this race report by saying that I am in no way disappointed with my race. If it seems like I am when you are reading, you're probably just getting that feel from my tendency toward exaggeration and over-dramatization.
OK! On with the report!
My local running club puts on a series of winter races each year and on January 1st they host the Hangover Half. It is probably the most low-key, no frills half marathon going. Seriously. For starters, it is free for club members. Second, there are no bibs. No numbers. No chips. Nada. When you cross the finish line, you get an index card with your overall place listed in the right-hand corner. You write your name, age, and finishing time on the card and hand it in to a volunteer so it can be recorded.
(Old school, for sure.)
There are a few aid stations, where intrepid volunteers hand out cups of water.
And then there is The Course. It sucks. (Sorry, folks, I speak the truth here.) I mean, it really is just about the most boring course ever. It starts by the University at Albany Phys. Ed. building then heads into the drabber-than-drab state office campus for three loops.
Drab loops. No spectators. Office buildings. Bring it!
Well, boring course and all, I ran the thing. Lots of my friends were doing it and I figured it would be a good way to kick off 2012. You know, run 13.1 miles for fun.
As I'd written about before, I took it easy in December so that I could begin marathon training fresh and healthy. This meant many days off of running, including the entire week leading up to the half. I had no idea what to expect from the race. My knee/hamstring has been wonky. I recently started new medication for my Lyme disease and that has made my sleeping all wonky. So, the race was a wild card. I went in without much of a plan, but then convinced myself (over a breakfast of pb&j on whole wheat) that I should shoot for 8:30 miles, my goal marathon pace.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
My friends Tami and Melissa decided to shoot for that time as well so we started the race running alongside each other. Those first two miles were great and then we ended up losing Melissa at some point and it was just Tami and me. We chatted, ran in silence, pushed on.
At mile 4 I developed a massive cramp or some such thing on my left side. I felt like someone was stabbing me. But, I pushed on.
Tami and I continued to run side-by-side through the first loop of the office campus, with me dropping back at some point to grab water, but catching back up. We headed out for the second loop and by a little past mile 7, I had to give in to the pain. I stopped. I needed to stretch out my side or do something because the pain was piercing and I really couldn't handle it.
So, I walked a bit and started up again. The pain subsided but came back a few minutes later. I pushed through for a bit but I ended up having to walk three more times, and for longer than I would have liked.
Meanwhile, I gave up on my 8:30 pace. The Hangover Half was not a goal race. I hadn't trained for it. There was no sense in my pushing too hard when my goal race is still so far away. What mattered was to get another long run under my belt and finish feeling good so I could be in position to start marathon training still healthy.
But, you know, a race is still a race so even though I had given up on the 8:30 pace I couldn't phone it in entirely. I decided I'd shoot for finishing under 2 hours. I knew I could do that and, honestly, once I cut myself that slack I felt better.
You know what also made me feel better? Taking time each mile to think about my pal, Darlene, who broke her ankle in three places last week. She's since had surgery during which her doctor put a plate and two pins in her ankle. Darlene is now on bed rest for two weeks and who knows when she'll be able to run again?
Thinking about her -- and some other friends who are injured (Hi, Karyn! Hi, Allison!) -- made me think that it was completely ridiculous to be whining (even to myself) when others can't even run.
So I sucked it up and ran on. I finished in 1:56:14, an 8:52 pace.
Not bad. A far cry from the PR I set in September (1:48:27) but I'll take it.
After the race I met up with a bunch of my friends and fellow Strong Running Mamas and we grumbled about the dull course, that third loop that threw most of us for a . . . well, for a loop, and the gusty wind. We also congratulated each other, especially Melissa on her awesome sub-2 hour PR, Tami on her rocking 1:54, and Janis on her great 2:10 PR!! And, of course, everyone else for running hard and strong for 13.1 miles. Way to go, ladies!
Afterward, Owen, the kids, and I had a delicious dinner of filet mignon at my parents house. Perfect way to end a day that was the perfect way to start the year!
Happy New Year, everyone! Cheers!
~ Felice
