Archive | November, 2011

Things I’m Thankful For and The End of Sloth

28 Nov

So as usual, I’m a day late and a dollar short on this stuff.  (Will blogging EVER come naturally to me?)  But I’ve read a few blog posts about things people are thankful for in honor of Thanksgiving, and I want to jump in on it.  I think it’s very important to recognize and appreciate the things that are awesome in one’s life, rather than dwell on what may not be so awesome, but I’m always a bit averse to doing it in excess because I don’t want it to sound like I’m gloating.  (“Listen to how sweet MY life is!”)

That said …  I’mma go ahead and say I’m grateful for my job — though I don’t plan to go into any detail about it online ever.  I WILL say that my co-workers are some of my dear friends and that in this tough market, I’m super super grateful to have a job that allows me to live a comfortable life.

I’m grateful for my family, because they are the bomb.

Amazing and supportive parents

My brother and his sweet fam are so awesome

I’m grateful to have the best boyfriend in the entire world.  I know, gag gag, barf, etc.  I try and keep this kind of talk to a minimum, so give me a little credit.  I could say a LOT more, but I won’t. 🙂

Here we are at my best friend's wedding reception. Yes, there were lambs.

I’m grateful I have the most amazing friends a girl could ask for.  I am not going to include a pic here because I can’t choose who I want to represent. 🙂  They’re all fantastic.

I’m grateful I live in a city that I love (sometimes hate, as well, but always love.)

I took this pic as I ran around the reservoir the morning before the NYC marathon. Nice, right?

And I am grateful for my health, and the fact that I am physically capable of doing something I love so very much.

'bout to PR in Columbus

There are so many more things I’m thankful for, but those are the biggies.

My Thanksgiving was fantastic.  T and I drove to Cleveland and stayed with his (seriously awesome) family.  Another thing I am GRATEFUL for is that we truly enjoy one another’s company, making the drive there and back not too bad!  We spent a glorious 3 days trolling about Cleveland and seeing (and for me, meeting!) some of his friends, drinking beers, eating amazing food, and sleeping.  I managed to get a run in on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, AND T joined me on Saturday.  This was a very special event, as he generally refuses to run with me.

For any Cleveland haters, check out this pic I snapped on one of my runs. Beautiful, is it not?

This week, I REALLY want to get back into a serious training program for Surf City.  Details to come!  Keep me accountable! 😉

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The Weekend Round-Up: Not Quite As Planned

21 Nov

Well, my weekend didn’t go exactly as planned, but that’s OK.  Starting with Friday night’s baby shower/dinner, (not for me,  obvs, but  for my good friend/colleague, Fatima) let’s just say I got a little drunker than I intended to.   Multiple glasses of Riesling at the shower and then meeting up with T and some buddies afterward at Jones Wood Foundry for more than a few Flower Power IPAs  seemed like a really fun thing at the time.  Not so fun on Saturday.  I was hung over pretty much all the livelong day, and my plan to go for a run before my 11:15 hair appointment did not come to fruition.  FAIL.

I got my hair done and then met up with T and a broker at an apartment we had made an appointment to see.  Yes, come 2012, he and I will be living in sin/shacking up/engaged in domestic bliss/what have you.  However, though the tenant had apparently told the broker she would be around all day long, she was not home and did not answer the broker’s multiple calls.  FAIL.

Later on, we ventured to Brooklyn for dinner with some friends at Colonie.  This meal was INCREDIBLE.  It was a friend’s 30th bday and his wife had prepared a special tasting menu just for us honored guests.  It included (for me) delicious scallops, a beet salad, butternut squash raviolis, and for dessert I had… get ready for this… sticky date cake with salted creme fraiche ice cream.  HEAVEN.  I pretty much licked my plate clean after every course.  T got some delicious steak that was amazing and also an equally amazing octopus dish.  Anyhow, I highly recommend this restaurant.  The food was delicious and I loved the cozy atmosphere.

Sunday morning, I got up at 6:15 to go volunteer at the Race to Deliver.  Getting up early and standing around in the cold was not so fun, but I did enjoy watching the actual race and handing out bagels to the runners afterwards.  Bonus was seeing Ali and her bf Brian, and also Lori!  And now I only have one more race, a 15K, until I am qualified for the 2012 NYC marathon. 🙂

I was dressed way too warm to run right after volunteering, (which had been my intention) so I went home to “change clothes”… which resulted in crawling back into bed with T and napping for hours and hours.  (That 6:15 wakeup call really threw me off!)  I was supposed to have brunch with my friend Molly, but she texted saying she wasn’t feeling good and so I went back to sleep.  I am slightly ashamed for sleeping away a perfectly beautiful Sunday afternoon, but it did feel awesome at the time.

After we finally got up, I managed to get in 5 quick miles with 4 of them at a 7:35 pace.  I figured if I wasn’t going to get a long run in, the least I could do was do a pretend 4-mile race like the one I volunteered at in the morning.  Then I went over to T’s, where he cooked me this.  It was awesome.

scallops and a seaweed salad

Last week was another less than impressive mileage week:

4 miles with speedwork on Tues

4 miles @8:45ish on Weds

4.5 miles @ 8:45ish on Thurs

4 miles @ 8:30ish on Fri

5 miles w/4 @ 7:35ish on Sun

=21.5 miles

This week I really want to try and get some decent miles in, even though I’ll be in Cleveland with T and his family for the holiday (yayyyy!)  And then next week, come hell or high water, it’s back on a training program for Surf City.  My current state of sloth is really no bueno!

Cold. Lazy.

18 Nov

So, apparently I am incapable of getting out of bed and running anything more than 4.5 miles at a time any more.  Coming from someone who once got out of bed at 4:30 AM in order to run 18 miles before work… let’s just say this is a bit of a disappointment.

Last week I ran three 4-milers and decided to be content with that.  It was, after all, the first week in FOREVER that I didn’t have Pfitz dictating what my mileage should be.  And I thought maybe I should take, oh, a tiny break after running 2 marathons in 3 weeks.

This week, I told myself I’d up the mileage again.  But… wah, it’s dark and cold in the mornings and my bed feels soooo coooozzyyyyy…

I ran about 4.5 miles at class on Tues night, 4 miles on Weds morning, 4.5 miles yesterday, and 4 this morning.  Not really “upping” the mileage here…

I’m signed up for yet another marathon in 11 weeks and I told myself I would take a little break and then would jump back into a Pfitzinger plan and nail a 3:30 at Surf City  so I can run Boston, damn it…

(photo credit: Surf City Marathon site) This is the cool medal I will get at Surf City, even if my time sucks (which is entirely possible.)

But I keep looking at those lofty MsPW and wondering how on earth I was able to nail them over the summer.  Then I realize “Oh yeah, it was SUMMER.  It was warm and bright and it felt like everyone in NYC was out running and training for a marathon.”  Now, the park feels cold and lonely and dark and WAHHHHHHHH.

(This is my not-so-subtle plea for someone to  run with me and motivate me to stop being a big baby.)

Anyhow, the jury is out on my Surf City goals as of now, but I may just do it for fun and aim to BQ in the fall when I always run better marathons anyway.  Also, if when I run Surf City,  it will be the first winter marathon I’ve signed up for and actually run.  (Not interesting) FACT:  the past 2 years, I’ve signed up for a February marathon that I have not run for various reasons.

I plan to run a few miles tomorrow (distance and pace undetermined) and then Sunday I am volunteering at the Race to Deliver, where I look forward to seeing Ali and Lori.  I’m a “Post Race Food and Fluid Attendant.”  Last year when I volunteered for a race, it was also in the winter.  It was in Prospect Park and I decided to run home after my volunteering was done, so I was dressed to run and NOT to stand around in the cold forevahhhhh.  Lesson learned, and will wear many layers on Sunday!  I do plan to run after this volunteering gig, too, though again– distance and pace undetermined.

Sorry this is boring.  I’ll do better next time.  Good luck to Celia and Kristy and anyone else running Philly this weekend!

Dogs and my “dog” problem

14 Nov

In this post, I’m going to cover my foot problem (see, “dog” is slang for foot.  I’m really clever!) and then talk about actual dogs (the mammal kind.)  Stay tuned!

So…. last Monday went a bit like this:  (internal monologue)  “Owww, owww, owweeeeee, my foot hurts.  Mother f*cker, PLEASE let it not be a stress fracture.  Pretty please?  OMG what if it’s that plantar whatchamacallit where you can’t run, like, forEVER?  Please let it not be that.  What if it’s heel spurs?  I have no idea what the hell that is, but that sounds bad.”

So I called the office of the sports med doc I’ve seen in the past and asked, sweet as pie, for an appointment.  (Side note– is it a rule that doctors’ office receptionists are always angry and rude and generally hate everything?)  Anyhow, the woman tersely told me she would call back.  I waited about 3 hours… then I called back and sweet as pie, again asked about the status of my appointment.

I miraculously was given one for 3 PM and hobbled out of my office and into the doctor’s waiting room at 3 on the DOT.

….. minutes ticked by

…. hours ticked by

…. this office SUCKS.  It’s the longest wait EVER and they have about 3 magazines and CNN on TV.  CNN was live-covering the trial of Conrad Murray and it wasn’t that interesting to me.

….

….  after 5, they FINALLY asked me to come back to the exam room.  A mere 2+ hours after my appointment time.  No biggie!  Then the PA said to me (accusingly) “You didn’t get x-rays?”

“Um, no?” I replied.

“We had you come in at 3 because our x-ray tech leaves at 3:30.”

I was getting angry.  I was no longer so sweet as pie.  (Even this Ohio girl has got a slight edge.)  “I PROMISE YOU,” I said firmly, “I WAS SITTING THERE AT 3 ON THE DOT AND DIDN’T MOVE FOR OVER 2 HOURS.”

So then she realized that it was their screw-up and not mine and scurried out of the room to get the doctor, who said upon entering the room, “I’m just as frustrated as you are with what happened here today.”  Mmmkay, I guess the PA warned him that I look sweeter than I am.

Long story boring, he spent about 5 minutes with me and my foot and proclaimed that it seems to be …. drumroll, please… tendonitis!  I was elated for about 2 minutes, before I started worrying that he was wrong, because how could it be something so seemingly innocuous?  Well, whatever.  He suggested I get new shoes.  I’m actually hoping the trouble IS my shoes.  See, New Balance discontinued the shoes I’ve been running in for years, so I got a different pair of New Balances in August that I was told were the new version of the ones I’ve always run in, but they never felt the same.  So getting new shoes would be an easy fix.  Anyhow, he also gave me some gel to put on my foot.  And he prescribed PT, but I’m gonna go ahead and NOT do that (at least for now) because it’s annoying and time consuming and expensive and I really hope new shoes fix the ish.

So last week I didn’t have time to get new shoes, so I ran in old ones.  I only ran Weds, Thurs, and Friday mornings and only 4 miles each time.  I’m feeling a little nuts and anxious to get back into a routine, but am trying to be cautious about my foot.

Over the weekend, T and I dog-sat for our friends on Long Island.  We had SUCH a good time!  It was like a little mini-vacation for us and the weather was beautiful and very fall-like.  It would have been perfect running weather, except I didn’t run.  But I DID get a new pair of running shoes at the Super Runners Shop.  (I was SO stoked they had one in their little town!)  So after years and years and years and years of running in New Balances, I have a new, shiny pair of Brooks (Adrenalines.)  I really hope these bad boys are the cure to my wonky-a$$ foot.

Things we did other than running shoe shopping included meeting up with some friends for a few drinks,  a little outlet shopping, drinking a LOT of beers on the couch with the dogs (we drank beer; the dogs did not)  and taking the poochies for walks to the beach, which may have been the highlight of the weekend.

This house is for sale. I asked T if we could put an offer in.

beautiful foliage!

There's some, uh, NICE beachfront property.

The boys LOVE to fetch at the beach. Shortly after this, Barley rolled in mud and we had to give him a bath.

Anyhow, my verdict from the weekend is that I’m not quite ready to be a doggie mommy (though I love them, they are a LOT of work!)  It was absolutely perfect for the weekend, though!

Seriously, how could you NOT love these sweet little faces? (Even when they are up in your grill whenever you try and eat ANYTHING, and up in your grill at 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, and hogging the bed all night)?

Today is my final day of sloth, and then it’s back to regular scheduled programming (running) and praying that my foot recovers in no time!  I’ve got another little 26.2 to run in Feb. 😉

A Hard Fought 26.2

8 Nov

Sooo… I ran NYC on Sunday, as everyone knows.  I don’t know where to start.  I guess at the beginning…

My mom got in town on Friday, and she showered me with belated birthday gifts — home made pumpkin cookies, (my mom is SUCH a good baker and they were AMAZING) my favorite coffee from my favorite hometown coffee shop (why can’t NYC have a Boston Stoker, or at least something that tastes similar?) and a beautiful new red coat that I LOVE.

These are not the cookies my mom made, but they look like them... I may or may not have eaten all the cookies already...

We went to Jackson Hole for dinner, where I got a delicious turkey burger (I am obsessed) and sweet potato fries… then we went to bed.  Saturday morning, I slept in, which was GLORIOUS, and went for a quick Pfitzinger-prescribed 4-miler in the park– 2 reservoir loops.  It was, oh, sort of a nice day.

THIS is what fall is about. Eff that bday snow storm!!

Reservoir lookin' marvelous!

There were SO MANY people in the park, and the excitement was palpable.  I had to really work to reign in the energy I was feeling and keep it at a slow-ish pace.  I told myself, “Bank this for tomorrow!”

Then, mom and I went to the expo where I saw Deena Kastor and gazed at her creepily admiringly from afar for quite some time.  I felt extra jealous of the girls who actually got to hang with her on Friday (including Meggie and Kelly.)  I also bought some yurbuds, because they PROMISED me they would stay in my ears and when I tried them on and jumped around a bit… I believed them.  However, I haven’t actually run with them yet, so the jury is out.  (Decided to run the marathon music-free.)  But I will report back once I do!

Mom and I returned to the UES , did a little shopping, and grabbed some bites of delicious pizza from Farinella.  YUM.  After a little more shopping and hanging out, T met up with us and we got some dinner at my neighborhood go-to, Wicker Park.  Take a wild guess what I got to eat.  (Hint– it rhymes with Berkie slurger.)

I went home and prepped my marathon attire and waiting-on-Staten-Island attire.

Trying everything on-- that is about 4 long sleeved shirts over my running tank, an old scarf, a "blanket" from the Columbus marathon, my running shorts under paper pants purchased at the expo under $7 jammie pants purchased at CVS (love them; kinda wish I hadn't tossed them) and two pairs of gloves

Here is everything described above, plus some old sheets and an old bathrobe that I used to cover up with

stuff to sustain me on Staten and during the race, including handwarmers, lip balm, water, my trusty Starbucks Doubshot (aka jet fuel) PowerBar, Honey Stinger, Garmin, NY mag, and Vanity Fair.

I wrote out very explicit directions for my mom on how to get to where she wanted to catch me first, at the Atlantic Center in BK (around mile 8.)  I didn’t think it would be too bad– just take the 4/5 at 86th Street to Atlantic Avenue…

I slept (not well), got up, got ready, and grabbed a cab to the NY Public Library, where I boarded a bus to SI.  Once on SI, I settled onto my sheets and took everything in.  I was glad it wasn’t NEARLY as cold as it had been last year.

I wish I'd gotten a better shot of this dude (standing against the truck.) He was wearing a ratty old suit and holding a tray with a champagne bottle duct taped to it. What makes people do this? It's hilarious, but seems kinda pointless and like it would get really old a few miles in!

You can't really see it, but a woman was wearing a dress, an apron, and a bonnet. She looked cute, but again-- seems uncomfortable!

I drank my jet fuel, ate my Powerbar, read some of my NY mag, gave my Vanity Fair to a woman from the Netherlands (who apparently had been led to believe there would be “more to do” on Staten Island)… and then I got a call from my buddy Emily and was thrilled when she joined me!

Looking pretty at 7:30 AM. Kudos.

We chatted a bit about her upcoming nuptials, I used the port-a-potty about 3 times, and then they announced that my corral was closing in 10 minutes… so I kind of panicked, stripped off all my layers but the crucial ones, (tank and shorts) dropped my layers in the donation bin, and entered my corral.

herded like cows into the corral

Then I realized that I still had, like, an hour to wait and stripping off all my layers may have been a BIT rash.  I was cold!  (But in the end, I’m glad, ’cause they don’t donate anything left in corrals or on the bridge if I’m not mistaken.)  I went pee one more time and we slowly began to make our way on the bridge.  I soon had to pee AGAIN and was feeling jealous and straight up angry at all the dudes who were taking care of that with reckless abandon

The dude in blue in the back is just one example of the MANY who were using the great outdoors as their own personal potty. This is literally the ONLY time in life that I envy dudes.

I was REALLY wishing I had saved at least my bathrobe so that I could easily pop a squat with the bathrobe covering everything up, but that was not the case.  I knew I was going to have to make a stop somewhere along the course.  GRRR.  Anyhow, some guy saw me shivering and gave me his jacket, which he was intending to ditch.  I considered using THAT to cover my lady bits while peeing, but didn’t want this guy to be disgusted… so instead I just put it on and it did keep me warm, so thank you, kind stranger!

An NYC firefighter sang a beautiful rendition of The Star Spangled Banner, and I got a little emotional and patriotic.  THEN the gun went off, everyone cheered, and they started playing the perfect song, Sinatra’s “New York, New York.”  I sang along and felt a swell of great love for this city that has broken and won over my heart time and again.  (Cheesy, I know.  But true.)

We crossed the start, and I texted my mom, my bro, T, and my buddy Fatima (who was waiting just over the bridge in Bay Ridge with her husband) that I was on my way.  I still had absolutely no game plan, and just kind of ran without thinking much about my goals.  I did, however, see a bunch of grapes running ahead and had fantasies of running the whole way with him.  I figured it would be easy for my friends and fam to spot me if I just said, “Look for the grapes!”  But alas, grape man was too speedy.

there he goes!

I was delighted when I saw Ken and Fatima right where they said they would be– in front of their building.  I may or may not have thrown myself at Fatima with great vigor.  Ken was snapping pics, so I can’t wait to see those. 🙂  I briefly felt bummed that they don’t live on the ground floor, because it would have been amazing to dash in there and take the pee I so desperately wanted to take… but having been over for dinner before, I recalled that their charming apartment was at least 4 flights up.

After seeing them, I focused on my next spectators, my wonderful friend Alli and her boyfriend, JC.  But I spotted a line of port-a-potties that looked sparse, so I dashed in (no wait!) peed, and dashed out, feeling very pleased with myself for having taken care of that.  Then, I caught sight of some green balloons up ahead and knew it was some pacer.  I decided to catch whatever pacer it was and try and stick it out (if it was reasonable) because then THEY would serve the purpose I wanted grapes to serve early in the game.  (“I’m near the x:xx pacer with green balloons!”)  I caught him, saw that he was the 3:40 pacer, and thought, “I may as well give it a try for as long as possible.”

And it worked like a charm.  After thinking we had missed one another, Alli and JC spotted me, thanks to green balloons.  They took some sweet pics, too!

Can you spot me? RIGHT BY GREEN BALLOONS!

That's some excitement right there...

Dang. SPOILER-- I looked NOTHING like this at the bitter end of this race...

After I saw them, I realized I was pretty darn close to the Atlantic Center/mile 8 where I was supposed to see my mom and T… and hadn’t heard a thing from either of them.  I gave my mom a call and got no answer.  I got a text from her a bit later saying the trains had been screwy and they missed me.  I’d like to take this opportunity to say F*CK YOU, MTA!!!!!!  Seriously.  I felt HORRIBLE that my mom had to deal with that.  She is obviously not a native New Yorker, and the subways are definitely not very intuitive here.  I was proud of her for figuring out to take the R train when she was unceremoniously dumped off at 42nd Street, due to a “customer issue” or some bullsh*t, because you KNOW that the conductor didn’t give any helpful announcements and that there was no guidance whatsoever.  Can you tell I’m a bit peeved about this?  Anyhow, back to the race…

I felt awful that they’d had to deal with that, but forged ahead, sticking with 3:40 dude.  I started feeling pretty tired around mile 10 and wondered if it was a bad sign, seeing as how I was not even halfway there yet.  Every time I stopped for water or Gatorade, I lost 3:40 dude (Is he superhuman?  I NEVER saw him stop!) and then had to speed up to catch him again.  But I was with him as we passed out of BK into QNS, past the halfway mark (my watch told me around 1:50) over the Pulaski Bridge, all through QNS, and as we entered the Queensboro Bridge.  I was ready to make the Q’boro Bridge my b*tch, since it is MY bridge.  (Um, obviously not really, but I was telling myself it was, because I do run it a great deal– one of the perks of having a bf who lives in an outer borough!)  I pulled AHEAD of 3:40 man and kept at it.  I saw a girl wearing a veil and a tee-shirt that said something like “6 more days!” and congratulated her as I passed her.  She and I had a quick exchange (“Thanks!  Have a great race!”  “You too!”) and then I heard a voice behind me say, “Is that Katie?”  It was my buddy David!  I love how there were something like 47,000 people running, but I managed to see a buddy mid-race!

The Q'boro Bridge-- connecting me to my beloved since May 2010, causing pain for NYC marathoners since 1976 (before this, the entire marathon was run in Central park... which sounds freaking brutal.)

We chatted for a bit as we sailed over the bridge and down into the wall of sound at First Avenue.  I lost David, since he was looking for his family, and I became a bit distracted because by then I had about 7 unread texts and was kind of starting to regret for the very first time the fact that I welcome texts during a race.  I LOVE getting the support and it also helps a great deal in finding spectators, but I couldn’t keep up!  I knew there were a bunch of people I really wanted to see along First Avenue, but I couldn’t remember where each person had said they were.  I was frantically reading texts, fully aware that I wasn’t taking in the First Avenue crowd the way I wanted to.

T texted at some point saying he and my mom were near my apartment and I realized they were going to miss me AGAIN.  My mom called me as I passed 83rd Street, frantically saying they were at 82nd and 2nd.  I sadly said I was passing by 83rd and First and they had missed me.  I was bummed, and I realized I was slipping further and further behind the 3:40 pacer.  I got a bit of a lift when I saw Ali around 88th Street and my friends Danielle and Steve around 90th… but then the crowds thinned out as I ran further and further up First Avenue and into the Bronx via the Willis Ave Bridge.  I could see the 3:40 pacer, but I knew I wasn’t going to catch him, and I looked at my watch trying to gauge my finish time.  It looked as though it would be under 3:50, which made me very happy, but I was tired and hurting and wanted to be finished! My brother sent me a text asking me how I was doing and I responded, “Dying.”  Obviously an exaggeration, but I was feeling pretty low by then.

The Bronx was pretty painful for me, but I made an effort to smile and acknowledge everyone who cheered for me.  There is something so heart warming about marathon spectators to me.  As I left the Bronx and re-entered Manhattan, my brother texted asking where I was.  I responded, “Just entering harlen (sic) passed 21.  Had to slow way down so tired”  I remember feeling like I was crawling and watching the 3:40 pacer disappear into the distance.  (In looking at my splits post race, I actually hadn’t really slowed down too much, which surprises me.)  I got water at the 22 mile stop and walked while I drank it.  Walking felt AWESOME and I briefly considered walking the last 4 miles.  Then I called myself something that starts with a “P” and is a synonym for a cat… and started running again, certain I had lost a ton of time (again, looking at my splits, miraculously, this was not so!)

As I approached 5th Avenue, I got a bit of a boost.  The crowds were thick and the enthusiasm was crazy.  Lots of people cheered for me by name, and I felt myself picking up a bit.  However, that dreaded Fifth Avenue incline was pissing me off.  It was about at this point when I thought, “This is my last marathon.  I am NEVER DOING ONE AGAIN.”  But I was still excited to finally see my mom and T and I DID see them just after I entered the park.  The excitement from seeing them took me past the Museum (mile 24) and down Cat Hill.  But although I knew I was super close, I also felt as though I was still so far.  I was dreading getting to Central Park South, ’cause I knew the crowds were going to be thick and I was going to look at as crappy as I felt.  But I saw my friend Molly as I entered CPS and waved vigorously at her (and crashed into the dude in front of me while doing so, oops, sorry, dude!)  I passed the “half mile to go” sign and thought not, “almost there,” but rather, “how am I STILL not done?”  But then I saw the finish.  The sweet, sweet finish.  I noticed there were about 3 dudes in front of me and decided I had to “chick” them all… which I did…  and then I was done.  3:45:35.  My second best marathon time, only 3 weeks after my PR!

But the agony was not quite over.  I was feeling pretty beat up.  Destroyed, in fact.  My calves were screaming at me.  I tried to sit down on the pavement (off to the side) but a medic quickly grabbed me and forbade me from doing so, saying my muscles were not going to respond well to that (she was probably right, but at the time I wanted to punch her.)  She kindly let me lean on her and helped me walk while we looked for a better place to sit.  A LOTTA walking, man.  People in the past have always complained about the end of the NYC marathon and all the walking it entails and I’ve never understood how that irks people… ’til now.  T called and I was tearing up as I told him I was in a lot of pain and would call him once I got it together and left the park.  I felt bad for being so terse, but I was hurting.  The volunteer made small talk with me (probably hoping to take my mind off the pain) and I asked her if she was a runner.  She said no and that she just volunteers for fun, which warmed my heart.   I bade her goodbye with many thanks as she left me sitting on a bench, feeling much, MUCH better.  I gulped down my Gatorade, ate pretzels, chatted with 2 other runners who had also taken refuge on the bench, and finally got it together to walk again.  My dear friend Molly B met me outside of the park and I was so happy to see her face.  She also gave me a hug and her fleece, which was a lifesaver, since I was shivering uncontrollably.  (Two post-marathon space blankets were not quite keeping me warm.)  We grabbed a cab and took it downtown to where my mom and T were anxiously awaiting.

Since this is epic, I’m ending it, but long story short– I felt pretty much fine shortly after exiting the park, had a delicious meal with my mom and T, and am signed up for another marathon at the beginning of February.  Yeah.  That whole “never running a marathon again” is a distant memory. 🙂

my splits

Congrats to all who read this entire post, because you put in about as much as effort as I did running the damn thing. 🙂

All finished, on the bus home with T 🙂

With mom, after a celebratory dinner a 5-year old would enjoy (a hot dog and mac and cheese!)... and a beer.

Another NYCM post

3 Nov

I feel like EVERYONE is gearing up for the NYC marathon (this Sunday!  Yippee!) so I guess I’ll add my 2 cents.

NYC was my first marathon and, well, you know what they say– you never forget your first! 😉  I ran it for the first time in 2007 with Team for Kids and obviously, I was addicted immediately because this coming Sunday will be my 3rd NYC marathon and my 11th marathon overall. 🙂

I look stupid as hell. Why did I ever think pigtails were a good look for me? At least I look happy and excited. That's my friend Liz with me. I met her training with TFK and we are still good friends. 🙂

My mom came out to watch and was and remains the best marathon spectator EVER.  (See you tomorrow, mom!  Yeah!)

Close second goes to Lori.

Love my girl Lori, the sign, and obviously the color pink...

I didn’t run NYC in 2008, ’cause I was in Europe.  I didn’t run it in 2009, ’cause I came up short for my 9+1, due to being in Europe for months the previous year, and I didn’t want to do a charity (didn’t want to ask people for $$ yet again) and didn’t bother entering the lottery.  Instead I watched it.  And I expected to be depressed to not be running, but I actually had a fricking BLAST!

Last year, I ran it again, with my dear friend Jennifer, who came in from Chicago.  I wish she were joining me again this year, but she is pregnant and is not as nutty as the pregnant lady who ran Chicago this year.  The one bad thing that stands out in my mind most about last year (for some reason I don’t remember this being the case in 2007) is that I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO COLD IN MY LIFE.  Please take a look at this pic (taken at like, 4:30 AM) and how many layers I had on.  NOT ENOUGH.

This may be the worst picture of me of all time, since the layers make me look like an obese pregnant whale, but I really want to drive home the fact that EVEN WITH ALL THESE LAYERS, I was the coldest I have EVER been.

This year, I am literally bringing every single article of clothing I own that I am willing to get rid of.  I am bringing some bed sheets that I was planning to ditch and sitting on them.  I will NOT suffer like that this year!

It obviously warmed up, 'cause this is me at mile 23ish last year. Another fun thing to do is to put your name on your shirt, so strangers can call you by name! It's strangely exciting and not creepy at all.

My mom came out again last year, and my big bro SURPRISED me by also flying in from OH!  I was shocked and delighted… as evidenced here.

It was a truly wonderful weekend.

Anyhow, other than Staten Island and the waiting, the NYC marathon is the bomb.  I’m super excited.  But, I reiterate:  everyone who is going, bundle the eff up.  Trust me on this one.  They donate all the clothes that you shed before crossing the start, if you put them in the appropriately marked containers.

Here are a few other gems from the marathon website to keep in mind:

• There are more than 1,700 toilets in the start villages and in the corrals before the bridge. NYRR reserves the right to disqualify anyone who urinates anywhere except in the supplied toilets.

(Hehe, I’m picturing someone just popping a squat out in the open in one of the “start villages.”   Then again, given the fact that dudes can and do piss pretty much anywhere they want in most marathons I’ve run, this isn’t too outlandish to picture…)

and also

No smoking in the start villages.

(Well, shit.  I wonder if I can put my Pall Malls in my checked baggage so I can light one up ASAP after the race.  KIDDING.  OBVIOUSLY.  Seriously, it does make me giggle picturing someone lighting up a cig in one of the start villages.  Who would do that?!)

Anyway, as for running this week, I did 7 miles with speedwork at class on Tuesday night.  We did five 800 meter drills to the marathon finish, which was fun and exciting. 🙂  Wednesday morning, I did 6 miles.  Today was a day off, tomorrow I will do 5 miles in the morning, and Saturday I will run 4 miles at some point.  Also, I am insanely hungry this week and cannot stop eating turkey burgers (I had one for lunch AND dinner yesterday.)  I guess my body is craving protein!

I feel like this post is disjointed and random, so I’m going to bring it to a close, but before I do that, I want to send my best wishes to Cheryl, Jill, (running her first marathon!) Emily, Kelly, Meggie, Celia… and anyone else that is running on Sunday and happens to be reading this!  I can’t wait to hear about ALL of your rockin’ performances!!!