Marathon Training Blog

Ideas for the next 5K?

2012-01-10T07:58:00.000-08:00

Hi world. My labrum tear is still here, and I'm still not running :( BUT, I am able to power-walk, and I would love the motivation of training for another marathon. However, I want to take small steps, so I will start with a 5K. I'm trying to decide which one to do. Any thoughts? Something local to the greater LA area would be ideal, and something in a month or two.

My new blog

2010-06-28T14:35:00.000-07:00

The link didn't hypertext in my previous blog, so for those interested, please feel free to check out my new blog:

http://itoremylabrum.blogspot.com/

It's a tear

2010-06-23T13:44:00.000-07:00

Well, at least I have an answer. My orthopedist informed me that I have a small tear in my labrum (the protective cartilege in my hip socket). The good news -- it's fixable. The bad news -- not by him. So I've been referred to another surgeon, and am also in the process of researching additional surgeons (for second opinions). It's my hip, so I'm trying to get as much info as I can, and to find the right surgeon for me. I don't really know how to determine who is the right surgeon for me, but I've been doing a lot of google research.

Given that I've now officially been instructed to forego yoga, pilates, running, and any other impact sport (i.e., I can now pretty much only swim and ride a stationary bike), I've decided to forego posting on this Marathon Training themed blog until I can resume my training.

But because I believe that I'm not the only person struggling with a labral tear, I've now started a new blog: itoremylabrum.blogspot.com You can read all about my adventures selecting a surgeon, prepping for surgery, going through surgery and rehab, etc. See you there!

Scheduling Overload?

2010-06-06T23:05:00.000-07:00

This is a quick list of my pilates/yoga practice this past week:
Sunday = intro to yoga @ Urban Lily Yoga
Monday = pilates mat class (turned out to be only person in class) @ Mind 2 Body
Wednesday = gentle yoga class @ Black Dog Yoga
Thursday = pilates reformer personal training @ Pilates Studio City
Friday = pilates reformer group class @ Mind 2 Body
Saturday = pilates mat class @ Michael Levy Workout
Sunday = pilates mat class/magic circle class @ Mind 2 Body

My intro to yoga seminar was amazing. I loved the instructor (Lindsay) and I enjoyed learning a bit about the context of the physical practice of yoga, some of the differences in the types of practice, what on earth some of that hokey-sounding language meant and the reasons behind some of the customs...it was literally a tiny scratching of the surface of a 5000 year old rich tradition, but I finally feel empowered and excited to practice. Now I just need to figure out how to fit it into my schedule...I really like Urban Lily Yoga, and it's soooo convenient, but the class times that are best for me seem to be geared toward more advanced students. So I might have to start off elsewhere, but I would like to end up taking more classes at this studio.

I can't say enough good things about Mind 2 Body. I love the attention to detail, the fact that they keep class sizes small, that they seem to stay true to "classical" pilates methodology, that I feel challenged and energized each time I'm there. I can't get enough. I'm a huge fan of one of their newest instructors, Jamie, and of course, the studio's owner, Lani. I was thrilled to try the reformer class, which was a real challenge, but which I was happy to fit into my lunch hour.

Gentle yoga was my second class at Black Dog Yoga, and it was exactly what I was looking for on Wednesday. I had a rough afternoon, and was very stressed and agitated, and it helped me calm my mind and body and literally open up to the evening. The instructor was good, but I'm afraid that if I hadn't just had that intro to yoga class, I wouldn't have felt very comfortable there. There were a ton of props that I'm not sure I would have felt as comfortable with and I felt like the class was a little bit fuller than I would have preferred. However, the instructor made it a point to continuously go around the room, correct our form, learn our names, and ensure that we were working at a level that was appropriate for our abilities. I found the music really distracting though. I can't remember what exactly it was, but it was some sort of pop music, and I had to work extra hard not to focus on it. I plan on trying some more classes at the studio.

Pilates Studio City was one of the more disappointing experiences for me this week. Not because I didn't get a good workout. I really did. I had a private lesson with a very good instructor named Sara, and she introduced me to the reformer apparatus. I think the building and layout of the studio is really neat and I was psyched by the variety of classes and scheduling options. But I was a little turned off by the fact that the sign-in area is essentially in the same room as the mat classes, so I felt like I was interrupting the class by coming into the studio. That was awkward but if I had been the person taking the mat class who was closest to the door, that would have been really distracting. I had to walk through the class to get to the rest room. That was even more awkward. Nobody gave me a tour of the studio or anything, which I would have liked, but not a big deal. What irked me a bit was the fact that when I watched part of a mat class upon my arrival (I was early, of course), the instructor was on the ground doing the exercises. It seemed to me that the instructor should be going around correcting form and observing, not demonstrating. I figure that I can get a demonstration from a video. Classes provide the interaction. The other thing that bothered me was the fact that my private lesson was given in a small room that contained three reformers (and three of us who each were having private lessons). I found that I felt very claustrophobic and was easily distracted. So, I may give it another shot, but I left feeling well-worked, but a little disappointed.

This weekend was a little nutty for me, pilates-wise. On Saturday, I tried out the mat class at Michael Levy Workout, in Encino. That's one of the few studios in LA in which each of the instructors has been certified to teach the original, classical pilates method that is promulgated by Romana Kryzanowska (protege of Joseph Pilates). The mat class quickly filled up, so it's a good thing I arrived early. It was clear that the other students were regulars of the studio, and seemed to be well-versed in the various exercises. Some of them even had claimed positions in the room that they always set up their mat at. That was hilarious. But I found myself a mat in unclaimed territory, and proceeded to do what I could to keep up. It was tough -- much more advanced than the intro classes I've been attending elsewhere, but the class was advertised as "open" to all levels. I'm glad I had done Mari Winsor's videos though, because I was able to follow along a lot better than I would have, had I not done those advanced videos. Anyway, it was without a doubt, one of the most challenging workouts of the week, but sooooo amazing to experience. I wish they offered more evening or early morning mat classes, but alas, Saturdays are the only ones that work with my schedule.

Today I attended the open house at Mind 2 Body, in Sherman Oaks, to which I dragged Kelley who, in turn, convinced Erica to also attend. That made it a lot more fun for me, because I otherwise would have been overwhelmed by the mad rush of the open house. But I was really disappointed in the fact that the studio switched a few things around, including what kind of class offering was given at 12:30, and which instructor was assigned to the 1pm class. I guess I can't really complain because they were free classes. But I was particularly hoping that Kelley would get to experience my favorite teacher there. And I was also looking forward to working on the bouncy-ball thing (but the class ended up being just a mat class). The mat class instructor was good, and she did help correct people's form, but because of the shortened class schedule, wasn't able to explain the moves before we did them, so I am afraid a lot of people may have been doing the moves incorrectly, or could have adjusted slightly to get more out of them. I know that they do more of that in their regular classes, but it seemed like that would have been even more important at an open house where people come without any pilates experience. Anyway, the second class was crazy hard -- the magic circle class. In addition to requiring a ton of upper arm and core strength, it also required quite a bit of balance. At the end of my two 30 minute classes, I felt that I accomplished quite a bit.

So, in lieu of running right now, this exercise seems to be the only thing I can do that doesn't irritate my hip and that doesn't bore me half to death (I'm sorry, I'm just not a huge fan of biking or swimming). Tomorrow I get to go back to the imaging center for another MRI (this time with contrast). The center messed it up last Wednesday (and sent home the doctor before I arrived so they couldn't do the injection). Fun fun. I'm a little stressed about it, but I'm sure I'll be okay.

This week I want to add some more yoga to my routine, and I'm anxious to try out Rising Lotus yoga in Sherman Oaks. It has great reviews, is also pretty close to my office, and seems to have a lot of classes for beginners at times that would possibly work for me. I'm not sure about that, so I am going to call them tomorrow to get some more info.

It's been a busy week. Somewhere between all that yoga/pilates, I also managed to do a lot of work (I've been increasing my hours by coming in early and doing some work on the weekends) and I managed to start refinishing my bathroom cabinets. And my bird, Layla, decided to repeatedly say "hello" to me. I cried. My baby speaks!!!

I think it's time that I enjoy some well-earned rest, so, that's all for now :-)

Ongoing hip pain leads me in a new direction

2010-06-03T13:28:00.000-07:00

I've been working hard over the past several months to let my body heal. My hip pain continued so I worked with an orthopedist and physical therapist to strengthen and stretch the area. But the pain persists (though it is sporadic and somewhat unpredictable). So the orthopedist referred me to another orthopedist, who suspects that I might have a labral tear. So the next step for me is an arthogram (the MRI where they inject you with some sort of liquid that provides "contrast" and makes things like tears more apparent). But if the MRI confirms the tear, then i need to be referred to yet another orthopedist who can fix it.

In the meantime, I've been reluctant to run or train because, since I don't know for sure what is causing the pain, I don't know if I'm going to make it worse. Plus, the original orthopedist told me to avoid it. Frustrating.

So in the meantime, I've begun pursuing something I've wanted to seriously study and practice for a while now (but haven't really had the courage or confidence to do so)...pilates and yoga.

There are studios on every block in LA. Literally. There's a yoga studio within walking distance of my home and probably 50 within a 5 mile radius. I've been sampling a few and taking a variety of classes. I'm learning to connect to my body in new ways, to strengthen and stretch my body and to simply appreciate what my body is capable of achieving. I feel invigorated, challenged and perhaps best of all, a new sense of discovery. I only wish I had started sooner (maybe I wouldn't have injured myself in the first place). I'm not sure why I didn't, except that I pictured only young, tall, thin and toned people in classes and I felt a little intimidated. Well, I was wrong (duh). At the yoga class I took yesterday, a tiny toned woman who was well over 60 years old was to my right, and a woman who must have weighed 100 pounds more than I did was to my left.

Yoga and pilates are very different but seem to provide complementary benefits. I'm enjoying the ways in which various teachers approach both the subject matter and their pupils. I'm even fascinated by how the various studios operate, are designed, are advertised, etc. No two teachers are the same and no two studios are. But I feel like I'm benefiting from visiting several and experiencing the different approaches.

So even though I'm not running marathons at the moment, I'm discovering new facets of my body and two separate but fascinating traditions (one that is thousands of years old and of which physical movements are merely a small component and one that isn't even 100 years old). I'm excited to have begun my practice in both traditions, and to have discovered new ways to enrich my life.

Mmmmm.....Lemonade

2010-03-10T17:53:00.000-08:00

I'm well aware of the old adage, "when life gives you lemons...make lemonade." Today, I finally rose to the challenge... My hip has still been bothering me, so I decided to go swimming instead of running. This may seem like a common sense solution. It certainly has been recommended to me by everyone who I've talked about my hip problem with -- doctors and non-doctors alike. But I don't like to swim. It gets BORING. And, it's WET. Duh. But I don't like the transition of getting into the pool or worse -- stepping out of it.

Today took special motivation. I had plans to show up at the Sherman Oaks public pool at 6:30 to meet my friend Kelley. Thankfully she was up to this crazy idea and knowing she would be showing up was the only thing that convinced me to follow through with the plan. I set out my suit and accessories last night so that I could sleep in till the last possible moment, and I set out to meet her.

My car's thermometer read 47 degrees. Did I mention that the pool is an outdoor pool? I knew it was supposed to be heated. But then again, the city is broke, so I wasn't sure just how hot or comfortable it would be. At least it was cheap and easy to get to. It's literally down the street, maybe a mile away. And with a library card, it only cost $2.

When we arrived, every lane was taken. Some swim team took up all of the lanes in the deep end of the pool, and we ended up with the generic short end of the pool, wedged between two lanes that didn't actually have a divider. So basically we created a new lane and likely pissed off two other swimmers. Oops. The pool, however, was AWESOME to get into. Especially because we had to shower before we left the locker room, and then we stepped into the 47 degree air. The pool, a warm 81 degrees, was like a heated blanket and hot cocoa on an snowy day. Perfect.

So with that, we began to swim. It wasn't so bad. I had recently replaced my old goggles and the new ones were tinted to block out the sun's glare. They also fit better than my last pair and didn't leak. I quickly realized that I will need to obtain a swim cap if I intend to enter the water in the future...my bangs kept falling into my mouth whenever I turned my head to breathe. Inhaling wet hair...lovely.

Leave it to Kelley to make the workout challenging and fun though. She suggested that we do some drills....time one lap. Then recover on the return lap. Then try to beat our previous time. Then recover. It was just like a hill repeat. Only lateral. I felt like there was suddenly a purpose to my swimming.

One of the nice surprises about the pool was all of the accessories that were included: kick-boards, whatever-that-thing-you-put-between-your-legs-so-you-only-swim-with-your-arms-but-you-don't-kick-is-called, and even the aqua jogger belt!!! We attempted the aqua jogger in the 4 foot deep water, and made it across the pool a few times. It felt very awkward. Were we doing it right? We had no idea. But it got my heart rate up and it felt like I was doing something. And it was fun, because with our heads above the water, we could talk. Like actual running. That felt nice.

Finally, the swim team cleared out and we got to move into the deep end. It became nearly impossible to propel ourselves forward with the aqua belt on, but we did it anyway, and really pumped our arms. My later YouTube research has led me to believe that we don't actually need to go forward when we're running in the deep end, but alas, it wasn't a bad thing. We mixed it up, used the kick boards and that other between-the-legs-thing, and finished our 50 or so minutes.

It wasn't a continuous workout -- I stopped after most laps. But it was probably the most fun I've had working out in the water. And my hip didn't hurt once throughout the entire time. And even better, when we finished, I felt like I had worked hard, but could keep going. And even more amazing...I actually wanted to.

The most difficult part of the morning -- even more so than getting out of bed -- was getting out of the warm pool into the cool air. I won't lie. It sucked. Big time. But I survived, and I'm looking forward to doing it again. Lemonade, anyone?

Yet Another Setback

2010-03-08T15:46:00.000-08:00

I'm starting to get really frustrated. On Friday evening, my hip started twinging again, and when I woke on Saturday morning, the twinging had turned into pain. So once again, I chose to sit-out practice instead of pushing myself and causing additional injury. But I'm getting very concerned that maybe the physical therapy isn't really helping, and maybe the pain was mis-diagnosed. I'm frustrated and disappointed and ready to get to the bottom of this.

On the upside, once again, our practice was not rained out. So at least I wasn't sitting in the rain. And on the upside, while I sat and waited for the rest of the group, I watched everyone's stuff, did my stretching and strengthening exercises from the physical therapist, and hung out with friends. So all things considered, it could have been a lot worse.

I'm just mainly disappointed because I really felt good and ready to re-build my base again.

On the upside, I purchased a very cute bathing suit this weekend, so I can do my cardio at the pool. I haven't tried the public pool yet, but I understand that it's heated year-round, and pretty inexpensive. I plan to try it out sometime this week.

Proud Pain

2010-03-05T10:35:00.001-08:00

I know of two types of pain -- the pain of injury and the pain of accomplishment. I've struggled with the former for several months now, as I've been trying to heal my hip pain. But at the moment, I'm indulging in the latter -- pain from my amazing strength training workout yesterday.

It's great. Whenever I lift my arms, I'm reminded of the many reps of combination lifts I performed. If I laugh or change positions in my seat, my abs send a quick reminder of the work I did on the balance ball. The high heels I put on this morning are a lovely reminder of my calf stengthening/balance exercises. And most exciting -- the lack of hip pain tells me I did a great job of stretching the muscles in my legs.

I suppose the pain might not be so great had I been consistently working out in this way. But I simply feel proud of what I'm capable of doing.

Kicking out the Lazy

2010-03-04T13:50:00.000-08:00

I haven't figured out why I can manage to wake up for long runs on Saturdays but during the week I lose all motivation. That's probably why our team holds mid-week practices on Wednesdays and Thursdays -- I'm not the only one who needs a bit of help. But as I've been easing back into my training schedule, I've had an even more difficult time staying consistent with my strength training workouts.

So this morning, I had the help of an obnoxious phone call at five minutes to six to help wake me up and kick me out of bed. The call wasn't even for me, go figure. I got ready and went to Bridget's insanely cheerful gym. For an hour, she reminded me why I love training -- breaking my mental barriers and accomplishing empowering physical challenges. I left sore, but in that great way where you know you did something tough.

And I was energized and pumped to continue on track to get stronger, healthier and happier.

And then the clock reached 9:30 am, and I crashed.

So now my challenge going forward is to find ways to harness the good feelings I had during my training session and immediately afterwards, and hold onto them for as long as I can. I want to focus on that feeling when I start arguing with myself each morning whether or not I want to get out of bed and go for a run.

It's interesting. I know that some workouts have been better than others -- but there is not a single workout that I've ever actually regretted doing. I definitely can't say the same for the number of mornings I have skipped working out.

First steps ... a second time

2010-03-01T09:35:00.000-08:00

On Saturday morning, I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm started wailing "The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and the News (you know, one of the most memorable ones from Back to the Future). I dragged myself out of bed and looked out the window at the black sky with wet pellets cascading down. In my morning daze, I managed to put on my training garb and dash from the front door to my car. Why I bothered to dash, I'm not sure. If the rain didn't stop, I was still going to be outside in it for the next few hours.

I drove to Balboa park and when I made the turn from Burbank onto Balboa and saw the cones that were being placed to close Burbank, it dawned on me that when it rains, the Sepulveda basin floods and they close not only the park, but also the steets leading to the park. Uh oh.

But as 6:30 rolled around, and my fabulous TNT leaders found street parking and met outside of the closed park, we caught a break. Literally. A break in the storm. And miraculously, this break lasted for the entire practice and post-practice pot-luck. We revised our training schedule to account for the weather (i.e., no timed mile on wet slippery ground and no strength training because nobody wanted to lay down on top of the puddles).

Practice was really amazing, all things considered. We warmed up for 6 minutes up and down Balboa, stretched as a group and one of our amazing and inspiring participants led us in our mission moment. She spoke to us about how she was inspired by her mother, who passed away from a blood cancer about ten years ago. 100 pounds lighter, our amazing participant (who has already met her fundraising goal even though it's only the third week), decided to join TNT and run a marathon and celebrate life. Despite being such an inspirational person with such an inspirational message, she was nervous to speak to the group. She read from an excerpt of a letter that she had written. I was moved twice -- once by her story but the second time, by the courage it took her to share it with us. And I thought about how public speaking is probably most people's greatest fear...but at least on Saturday morning, we were all listening to our participant speak publicly not to judge, to insult, or to compare ourselves to her, but to hear what she had to say and to be inspired on our run. That's a good thing to keep in mind next time I need to speak to a group. The group wants the speaker to succeed (usually :-)).

After our mission moment and our "go TEAM" we were off. Because the weather was still nice, we ran through the park from Balboa towards Woodley, 25 minutes out and back. Because I wanted to take things slowly, I ended up walking 99% of the route. But just moving for the sustained period outdoors was so refreshing and invigorating. I saw hawks, an egret, some mist atop of the lake, and even a rainbow. All of which I would have missed had I not dragged myself out of bed. I enjoyed the company of old friends and new, and was reminded of how life is infinitely more enjoyable when I force myself to rise early and challenge myself on Saturday mornings.

A few moments before I got back into my car, the sky opened up and the clouds dumped two hours worth of collected unspent rain. My hips felt stiff.

And I can't wait to do it all over again next week!

Refreshed and Ready

2010-02-26T10:29:00.001-08:00

It's been a while since I updated this blog because it's unfortunately been a while since I've been able to do any serious running. During the week after the Nike Women's Marathon, I was in such pain that I could barely walk without cringing. After a month of rest and stretching, the pain hadn't improved and I got an MRI of my right hip. It didn't show a stress fracture, thankfully, but I continued to rest and stretch. When it barely improved, I began working with a physical therapist to strengthen and stretch the hip. Apparently I have tendonitis.
It's been mentally tough to stay motivated and enthusiastic while being unable to train and having to watch races that I had signed up for months ago pass me by. But my hard work is starting to pay off and I'm finally able to walk a decent amount of mileage and include some running in the mix. I'm confident that the strengthening exercises I'm doing will make me a faster and stronger runner over the long run, and although I've been instructed that I should not plan to complete a full marathon this spring/summer, I am looking forward to training potentially for a half, even if that means I will be doing more walking than running.
The Summer Session for TNT is well under way and I'm team captain for some of the most incredible, inspiring, and inspired athletes I've ever met. It gives me a rush to wake up before the sun and hang out with them every Saturday morning. Who on earth looks forward to 6:30 am on Saturday mornings?!? Well, I'm now one of the few.
I can't believe that the last time I really ran for any decent amount of time was October 18. It's been about four months, so I really will be starting back at the beginning. I assume it will be a little frustrating for me not to be able to go out as fast as I was, and even more frustrating that my endurance is no longer where it was in the fall. But dealing with setbacks is part of training, and I certainly have no interest in giving up.
Nike really was a great event for me. Prior to it, my half marathon time had hovered around 3 hours and 40 minutes. (Okay, in my defense, it was my first race, was on mostly uneven trails, and I walked 99% of it -- and I stopped for 3 bathroom breaks and took a million pictures). But Nike was different. I ran/walked with Kelley Last (who is to blame for my getting into this crazy business in the first place). But because the starting area was so completely packed, we literally couldn't make it to the area where the people who ran a similar pace were waiting. So we started off with a much faster group of people, and for fear of being trampled, kept up with the faster pace for the first mile or so. It's basically the opposite of what you're supposed to do on a distance run -- we took off like horses out of the gate. But the beautiful San Francisco weather and scenery and the general energy around us sustained us, and we continued to make pretty good time throughout most of the course.
It's so much fun to run with someone you enjoy. You end up in a bit of a trance and miles literally fly by without your being completely conscious of it. Ultimately, Kelley wanted to PR and I really was at a slower pace, so we separated for the last few miles. I had my Garmin and my ipod and experienced a very different kind of a race for those last miles. I had to push myself and dig deep when I thought I couldn't keep going at mile 11. But as I turned into the park for the last stretch and "Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly came on my ipod, I got that extra burst of energy that I needed. I made it to the Ghiradelli stop, downed my quick sugar, listened to more Guns 'n Roses, saw the clock and realized that there was a very real possibility that I could break 3 hours if I didn't slow down and walk. So I dug deep and finished strong in 2:55:16, my new PR.
So, post-PR and hip injury where does this leave me? With the knowledge of what I'm capable of doing, with more respect for my body's limitations and signals, with more patience and good sense and more drive to ultimately exceed my expectations.
But I have to take it one step at a time.

I can't wait!

2009-10-12T16:13:00.001-07:00

I'm going to be running another half marathon on Sunday! I can't wait! It's the Nike Women's Marathon and Half-Marathon in San Francisco -- an event so popular that a lottery determines who (in addition to Team in Training members) participates. The event's proceeds benefit the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, but because I am not participating with TNT this time around, I was lucky enough to win a place via the lottery.
I've been training and looking forward to this event for several months now, and I'm beyond frustrated that a little over a week ago, I over-trained and injured my right hip. Apparently, it's a bad idea to run 9.6 miles of hills, then to complete 200 + squats, and then to do a brisk 5 mile walk at Runyon Canyon. I ended up with an inflamed hip. So I've been forced to take it easy, and to take some anti-inflammatory. I'm feeling a little better (no excruciating pain), but I still definitely feel the soreness. Very frustrating.
But this event should be unforgettable and I'm determined to see it through. And I won't be doing it alone. Some of my friends will also be running (although perhaps a bit faster) and I'm so inspired! I've been told a little bit about what to expect...a Ghiradelli chocolate stop, beautiful views of the bay and the bridge, exciting hills, and of course, in lieu of a finisher's medal, a Tiffany & Co. necklace presented by a firefighter wearing a tuxedo. No inflamed hip is going to stand in my way!!!
I'm going to see my cousins after the race and I am so excited. Now I only need time to fast-forward through the next few days!

I did it!!!

2009-06-24T16:26:00.001-07:00

I can't believe it took me so long to reflect and gather my thoughts about participating in, and completing my first full marathon. But I suppose that later is better than never.

The event really started the evening before, when the San Fernando Valley Team met in the hotel lobby to walk next door to the convention center for our Inspiration Dinner. When we arrived at the convention center, we weren't allowed inside, though clearly there were many people already there. We stood, peering in through the windows for what felt like an hour (though it was probably only about 20 minutes), and at one point we recognized some of our mentors, team captains and coaches waiving to us. When they finally let us through the doors, we walked straight into a celebration. A path from the door we entered to the exhibit hall that housed our dinner formed on either side by cheering mentors, team captains, honored teammates and coaches. We were literally welcomed like champions from the people who got us to that point. Thus flowed the first of my tears that weekend.

The dinner itself was exactly what it claimed to be -- inspirational. We cheered the 10 most successful individual fundraisers (the top one raised over $100K), were given advice, were privileged to learn from remarkable survivors and had some humor and pasta in the mix. It was an early night because we had to meet our team at 4am the following morning. Yeah. 4 AM.

So I lay my necessary race-day items on the sofa before going to bed. I didn't fall asleep right away because I was so nervous. I don't know why I was so scared. I wasn't worried about my time since I knew that I wasn't competing for an award. But I was excited and concerned that perhaps I wouldn't finish within the time limits. I didn't know if I would be able to spot my cheering parents or husband. I didn't know if I could finish the race or if I would fall short due to injury or just plain exhaustion. I didn't know if I was strong enough.

I woke and dressed in a daze and managed to meet the gathering sleepy team in the hotel lobby. While in the lobby, our team manager informed me that I was selected as a mentor for the winter session and she'd be in touch later during the week!

We were warned that it would be cool before the sun rose, and that we should bring clothing that we would discard but that would keep us warm pre-race. One of my friends had a fleece dress thing that made me look fit for a barnyard, but was surprisingly toasty. It came in handy. We filed downstairs, got into buses that took us to Balboa Park (near the zoo) and the starting line. Our team did a warm-up, checked our bags (containing our protein bars, flip flops, etc) into UPS trucks that would transport our items to the finish line, and hung out until it was time to go to our respective corrals.

I was assigned to Corral 22. My friend CJ was also at that Corral and we shivered together awaiting the push of the crowd. There were supposed to be 1000 people assigned to each corral, so it ended up taking about 10 minutes to get to the starting line. We stood with all sorts of people, including several versions of Elvis and some cheerful superheros.

We started the race at a walk. It was crowded and people were swerving around each other, but I could just feel the excitement like an electric charge somehow in the air. Everywhere I looked, people had a bounce in their steps and a smile on their faces.

Within a mile or two, CJ and I caught up with some of our other friends, coaches and captains who had been in lower Corrals. Together, CJ, Leslie and I walked the first several miles, enjoying the cool breeze, the rising sun and the walk from Balboa Park to downtown San Diego. Preparing to see my husband at Petco Park, I had not expected to run into my parents before that point. But I looked up and saw my smiling mom and dad, camera in hand, waving and cheering me along the route at around the 3rd mile. I felt amazing. Energized, comfortable, and now as if I were doing something spectacular.

I was feeling the extra high from seeing my personal cheering squad when we finally rounded Petco Park, and my parents and Noah were waiting for me. I ran off course for a moment to give them each a hug and kiss, still smiling like a giddy fool and running back to re-join CJ and Leslie.

Shortly thereafter, CJ, who had trained at a much faster pace, decided to run, and Leslie and I continued to power-walk. I still felt strong, but was scared to really run because I didn't want to end up separated from Leslie (who didn't train to run) and I didn't know if I would have the stamina to finish all 26.2 if I did.

We walked past our hotel and the waterfront where I had previously vacationed and dined with my in-laws. I recognized a famous statue, saw the parked cruiseliners, enjoyed some good bands every mile or so. We passed cancer survivors who had signs and clapped for us and let us know how much they appreciated what we were doing.

When we passed my parents and Noah once more at mile 7, the initial excitement and novelty had worn off and I was starting to feel like I was working. Still, I felt strong and positive and supported. And I had Leslie's company.

We had been warned that there would be a 2 mile steady incline at some point in the first half of the race. We knew when we found it. We entered the 163 freeway and walked against traffic (though technically there was no traffic because the street was closed). This was just after the 8th mile, and we were excited about the novelty of walking on a freeway. The view was incredible, with arched bridges, green laced mountain peaks (or maybe just hills) and road. The excitement was once again palpable. Leslie and I were not the first to experience freeway walking for the first time.

But by mile 10, there did not seem to be an end in sight and my thighs were burning. This scared me because if I felt that bad at mile 10, I couldn't imagine how I would get to, much less get through, the next 10. But our pace was strong, and we knew that the incline couldn't last forever. It was at that point that Leslie and I started thinking about our training and how glad we were that we had done much tougher hills during our practice runs. We were strong and knew we could tackle hills. But we hadn't counted on the horizontal slope of the road. We were prepared for the incline, but the road itself was curved for drainage, and we couldn't find flat footing to square our hips. That was why our hips were feeling like we had already completed more than 10 miles.

But after a few mirages, the road finally peaked and tipped for what seemed like a steep decline. The decline felt almost as bad as the incline, but at least we got to focus on different muscles and distribute the pain. But once again, the novelty of walking on a freeway was wearing off, and the course was not the bustling entertainment mecca that the beginning of the race had been. On this long stretch of road, we didn't have live bands or cheerleaders or even really spectators, unless the medical personnel count.

Between mile 11 and 12, we finally exited the freeway and returned to civilization. There, we were cheerfully greeted by cheerleaders, spectators, and finally, by our coaches, captains and mentors! They walked a little bit with us, distracted us, fed us what tasted like the creme de la creme of gold fish (ahhh salt!!!) and gave us the refreshing emotional recharge we hadn't realized we needed.

We took off, this time with a woman (Sharon Cogan) we started talking to on the route. She had trained on her own as something to acheive before her 40th birthday (that weekend). It was with her that we further distracted ourselves from our discomfort, and power-walked through the half-marathon finish point. Leslie's family greeted her, Sharon's husband surprised her, and we knew the best was yet to come...the bay.

We made the first check point (mile 13.4) with plenty of time to spare and felt confident that we could lose some time in our pace and still make the next and final checkpoint at mile 19. And as we turned the road, I saw my mom, dad and Noah once more. My mom ran to join me and I ran to join her as she jogged with me for a moment. My expression was grateful, but pained. I was already sore and tired, and I felt a blister appearing on the ball of my right foot.

The next several miles were a disappointment. From the course map I studied the prior night, I thought we would have scenic bay views for the next 9 miles. I was incorrect. We enjoyed more and more road. Even more frustrating, because we were relatively slow (but we were still on pace to finish on time), lots of the bands we passed were packing up and blasting recorded music. The cheering squads kept making running cheers, but said nothing for walkers, and we were tired and sore. Our adrenaline was gone, we knew we wouldn't see our personal cheerleaders until close to the end of the race (or in my case, at the very end of the race), and why couldn't we see the damn bay?

But we had some pleasant surprises. We went through a residential neighborhood between miles 15 and 16, and one family had prepared thousands of oranges and were handing out and cleaning the remains of orange slices. Just after mile 16, we finally glimpsed the bay and passed a really fun band that was actually still playing live music. Leslie and I started running and were re-energized once more. By mile 18 or 19, I felt like hell. My thighs burned, my blisters screamed, everything felt tight and stiff, and I was sticky. I am sure I looked about as good as I felt when we passed what looked like a row of frat houses. I looked up in time for us all to recieve an entertaining strip show from a highly muscled guy on his front lawn, cheering us on in his unique way. It was funny enough to take our minds off of the pain for another half of a mile.

At this point, we enjoyed the bay. Leslie and I had gotten really good at feeling the mile markers, and predicting them just before they came into our view. We passed our mile 19 checkpoint with time to spare (albeit, not as much time as we had previously), but that was the first moment I felt like I could really do it. Like I could really finish the race. The pressure was gone, I would be allowed to finish without a pace car picking me up and moving me to the finish line.

But it just got harder and harder. I got more and more exhausted. I needed more sleep. I needed to stretch. I wanted to stop. Everything hurt. I was tired of being tired and sore. I just wanted to be finished.

But I kept moving. I couldn't go any faster. I just focused on nothing. If I stopped, I feared I wouldn't resume, and so we didn't stop. We couldn't increase our speeds but we kept our pace, attuned with a rhythm that allowed our minds to relax and our legs to take over. I thought about one of the things someone said the previous night about when we can't walk with our legs anymore, we'll walk with our hearts.

When we saw our Team coaches again, we couldn't really carry a coherent conversation. We just kept moving, just trying to finish what we started. Leslie's husband and son joined us between mile 22 and 23. I can't imagine how different our expressions were since the approximately 9 or 10 miles since they had last spotted us.

Leslie and I kept each other moving. When one of us would start slowing, the other kept pace. Neither of us could fathom finishing this race on our own. We pushed and kept pace. A sweating fading somewhat green Hulk ran by, and Superman came disheveled out of a porta-potty. I was thirsty and drank a lot of water. I simply kept moving.

At mile 24, we got a breath of fresh air. Ines, our walking coach, waited for us and joined us, proud, encouraging, and strong. We whined, she understood, she encouraged us, and we tried to match our pace to hers. She reminded us that if we didn't feel as bad as we did, then everyone would do marathons. We focused on finishing. I alternated visualizing myself crossing the finish line with flashbacks to my half marathon with Ines. I recalled during the half marathon how tired and sore I had felt at the 10th mile and how Ines kept encouraging me. I compared my recollection of that pain with the current pain, and I thought about how every step I took at this point was a step further than I had ever taken.

It was at that point that I knew that however much more pain was in store for me, I would finish, and I would not do it alone. I got teary-eyed once more and felt grateful for how far I had come and proud of how much I could endure.

And we finally approached the entrance to the Marine Corps. We were greeted by two Marines who told us that we only had a half of a mile left. We felt huge relief.

And as we kept walking, we felt deceived. There was more than a half of a mile left. The damn race wouldn't end. Where was the marker for the 26th mile? Where was the finish line? Where were the spectators? We saw plenty of people, wearing medals, walking toward us on the side of the roadway, and they were leaving...going to their cars.

And then we heard the music. We heard the beginning of Journey's Don't Stop Believing, and saw the path through a building into what had to be our finish area. We saw the 26th mile marker. We followed the path under a structure and into the finish area. We saw the finish line. I looked and saw my mom cheering me from the sideline, taking photos of me and running along the side with us. I turned to Leslie and asked her if she wanted to run, and although neither of us really had anything left to give, we gave it all, turned to the finish and ran together across the finish line.

My parents were to my right. I staggered to them and hugged them tight. I stumbled away and found the person distributing medals. It was heavy but I wasn't sure if I was just weakened. I got an official photograph, hair toussled and sweat-saturated. I grabbed a banana and some water, got directions, and hobbled to meet my extremely proud looking parents and Noah.

Together, we picked up my bag from the UPS truck, I grabbed a protein bar, checked in with the TNT booth where I picked up my 26.2 mile pin. I finally sat down, stretched slowly, debriefed slightly, and I put on my flipflops.

I was in a daze. I was there but I wasn't. It just didn't feel real. But I looked at my parents and at Noah, who I don't recall ever having seen looking at me in the way that they did. It felt like they were looking at a champion, not someone who stumbled slowly through the finish line after most of the spectators and participants had already left for the day. I remember telling them that this day, this race, and the four months leading up to it, were the single hardest thing I have ever done. I've never worked so hard for any goal. And no other goal had ever felt that good to acheive.

They helped me to the bus that would take me back to the hotel for a much needed shower and nap. I wanted some time to reflect on the event.

When we met up for dinner a few hours later, I could only really waddle. But I wasn't alone. Looking at the other people walking up and down the street, I saw plenty of other waddlers. We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner and debriefed on the marathon from the spectator's perspective and my own. I still didn't have much energy, but I had enough to really appreciate how lucky I was to have both of my parents and my husband there to share in such an important day in my life. I became someone with purpose, who could withstand obstacles and stick with my goals, and who exceeded my own preconcieved limitations. I shattered my own mental restraints on the type of person I am, the type of body I have and the type of activities and goals I can achieve. And I did so with a Team of friends and supporters, a long-distance group of family and friends, and I was able to share the culmination of that experience with three of the most influential persons who have most dramatically shaped my life. I couldn't ask for a more fulfilling experience.

I am so grateful for the many people who helped me achieve this goal, whether they offered encouraging words or planted the seed that grew to an obsession with walking and running, whether they helped me raise over $2600 to battle blood cancers or were simply there for me, or whether they walked every step of the way with me, or a few, and whether they trained me or cheered for me.

I am truly blessed.

The Long Stretch

2009-05-10T23:04:00.001-07:00

On Saturday, I completed 20 miles. No, that's not a typo!!!

I'm not even sure what to say.

I truly can't believe it.

I knew it was bound to happen, given that I'm training for 26.2, and it was on our May calendar. But still, it seems mind-boggling.

It was tough. Especially in the early miles. That was a surprise actually, because I didn't think that the serious difficulties would occur until mile 14-17 range. Not so.

I started off early (6:30) because I wanted to avoid as much of the unbearable SF Valley sun and heat toward mid-day as I could. I guess I didn't properly warm up though, because within the first few minutes of my run, my shins started throbbing. I tried to push through it for a few intervals when I realized that 1) I really wanted to complete 20 miles, 2) slow and steady wins (well, actually merely finishes) the race, and 3) I am training for the marathon, not for a team practice. So I swallowed my pride and decided to walk the remainder of the miles.

At this point, I'm not sure what I'm going to be able to do during the marathon. I feel like I will be able to walk it, and I feel as though I will be able to jog parts, but I'm not sure I'll be able to keep a steady interval during the entire event.

One thing that I found particularly helpful though about Saturday's practice was that I learned that I need a bit longer of a warm-up than other people. That's especially true when I'm running first thing in the morning. So I may decide to simply walk the first mile or two of the actual event. I think that will help me not trip over the many people who are going to be running with me, and, because the first part of the marathon is a long uphill onramp, will help me conserve energy for the remainder.

I'm really glad that on the run two weeks ago, I pushed through for that 17th mile. Because I did that, even though I ached during my entire 20 miles yesterday, I was so much stronger at mile 17 than I was during practice two weeks ago. I expect that I'll go through a lot of painful I-can't-make-it moments during the marathon, but now I have a few extra things that I didn't have previously. I have the knowledge that I can push through a hell of a lot of physical discomfort and am strong enough to accomplish tough goals. I have the confidence that I can follow through and push through. I have the experience of all of the ups and downs over the past 3 months. And I have the support of people who genuinely want me to succeed. And best of all, I know that I did absolutely everything that I could do to prepare.

From here on, our Saturday mileage drops to 10, and then 5 pre-race, but I will make sure to make the most of those practices, and all of the mid-week speed work, strength training and mileage building.

I can't believe the marathon is so close. I am starting to feel like a real athlete.

The Calm Before the Storm

2009-05-03T09:22:00.000-07:00

I am in the final stretch. It's May and I am running a marathon at the end of this month. Wow. I can't believe how far I've come since January, when the thought of running a mile seemed an impossibility. Yesterday, we had a "recovery" run which had originally been scheduled to be 9 miles, but which our coach decided would only be 8. I was finished by 9:30. It was a "short" run.

Our team trained at Griffith Park, which was a good change of scenery from Balboa Park. The disadvantage was that we didn't use a clear circular path and instead, we were given maps of the route. Unclear on the map, however, was that the road split. Of course, it was at that split where I realized that I had become separated from the rest of my pack. I chose a path, hoping I was still on our intended route, and within a few minutes, realized that I luckily chose correctly; one of our team's fastest runners had already reached the turn-around point, and passed me on his way back to the starting point.

I ran at a 4 minute run, 2 minute walk pace for most of my 8 miles, with the exception of my first 6 minute segment, which I walked (as my warmup). Speaking of warmup, I haven't been able to wrap my head around the concept of running to warm up. Before our group stretches, we always have a 10 minute warmup, during which most of our team runs, but during which I walk. I can't seem to run or jog as a warmup. I tried to jog during my first two team practices. It felt like a huge effort and, instead of warming my body, it left me feeling tight, sore and exhausted. Walking always warms my body and assists with the more strenuous activity that follows our stretching.

Tomorrow morning will be my 60 minute recovery run and I am looking forward to it. It will be a long and tiring day, so I'm glad to have the excuse to start the day on the right foot (yes, pun intended).

Pushing Through

2009-04-27T12:53:00.000-07:00

I completed 17 miles on Saturday! My goal had been to complete a minimum of 15, and to add an additional mile if I still felt strong, since I had missed the 16 mile weekend and I did not want to add too much mileage too quickly. But at the end of the 16th mile, I decided that I really wanted to complete 17 miles, so that when the rest of the group does 20 miles in two weeks, I will be in good shape to do so as well. So even though I had to walk both of those last miles on Saturday, I completed them.
It is fun to actually feel my progress. I remember during the week at Balboa Park that we did 11 miles, how at mile 8 or 9 I started to feel as though I couldn't keep the pace at which I started, and how much my body ached. This time around, that feeling did not come until the 14th mile. But I pushed through the pain. I'm starting to get a better feel for what kind of pain I can push through versus the kind for which I need to rest. I am getting familiar with full body stiffness and soreness, and blisters...lots and lots of blisters. Those suckers hurt. But it's a pain I can work through. And I'm toughening up.
It's Monday and I am still sore, but I am also feeling a great sense of accomplishment for not quitting from the discomfort. As I was snail-pacing my 17th mile, Bridget told me something that I think will be pretty helpful. She said that people sometimes think of a mantra when it gets tough that helps them push through the pain. She said that some people think of song lyrics. Song lyrics won't work for me, because as much as I love music, I can never remember lyrics and I often make them up. But one thing she said really struck a chord (yes, pun intended) with me: She said that one mantra she heard was "define yourself." I'm not sure if that was intended to be the mantra, or whether the definition itself (i.e., "I am a marathoner") was to be the mantra, but I really like the idea of thinking "define myself" when things get tough. It's like giving myself my own personal cross-roads. I can define myself as someone who keeps going, someone who works hard for what I accomplish, someone who is mentally and physically strong...or I can define myself as a quitter. And both are choices. I like that it is an active mantra, and is basically a command.
The other part of my run that was of particular interest to me (besides the awesome gals with whom I run) were the animals at Balboa Park. There was a heron who just hung out in the same spot for over an hour (I know because when I completed the 5 mile loop, he hadn't moved). I checked that he was alive (he was) and I snapped a photo of him, but it didn't come out well. I've posted it with this entry. I also spotted some beautiful finches with yellow bellies and green wings, and a bird that was completely black except for two symmetrical bright red spots on its wings, close to the body. I ran past a rabbit, and I saw fish in the Los Angeles River. Seriously. Living HUGE catfish. They must be mutants or something. I hadn't realized that anything could actually survive in that water. But they seemed to be thriving. Or, maybe they're just goldfish that have been mutated by the pollution and are now scary and large. Haha.
The weather held up nicely. It started pretty cool (50-60s), and when I finished was in the 80s. But there was a nice breeze when it was warm, and that helped make the run more pleasant. There was an auto show in the adjacent park, so a lot of people parked along the path that we were running, and it kicked up a lot of dirt into the air. I was pleased to find that neither my asthma nor allergies bothered me so it seems like my precautions and medications are really helping. I'm grateful that I took care of them this month, rather than having to deal with them the day of the event. Now I feel prepared to handle whatever comes my way!

Back on Track

2009-04-19T08:17:00.000-07:00

Finally. My patience was worth it. I am back on track. Sort of. Yesterday was the group's "recovery" run, which was 8 miles of trails at the top of Reseda Blvd. I did all 8 miles, though I did them slower than my ordinary pace. I was hacking a bit, but otherwise, I think all of the medicine I was taking was doing its job of keeping my airways open.

I was so nervous to get back into the swing of things with the group, though, since I missed last week's 15 miler. And I had toyed with the idea of doing my 8 miles at the gym, since I figured that it might be easier to get back on track using a treadmill, than tackling hills first thing in the morning. But I'm so glad I went to team practice instead. Of course, I had nothing to worry about. They are all so supportive and inviting, it's hard to imagine a nicer group of people. And then of course, there was the thought of spending whatever time it would have taken me to complete 8 miles on a treadmill, stuck at a gym watching other people doing the same thing. That sounded pretty boring in comparison to discovering a new trail.

Which is a really unexpected perk of training. I'm going to new trails and new parts of Los Angeles that I have never been, much less run, and discovering a lot of natural beauty that I didn't know was so available, or accessible to me. And yesterday's view was pretty spectacular from the 3 mile point. I'll try to post a picture of it.

But I'm still pretty scared. Next Saturday we're supposed to run 18 miles as a group, but since I missed the 16 miler, the most I've actually run in one setting is still 13.1. So I can try to do 16, but I'm not supposed to add too much mileage too quickly, or I'll be more likely to hurt myself. But of course, I'm running out of time. The following week will be 9 miles, followed by 20, followed by 10, and followed by 5, and then the marathon. So if I can't do 18, I can't bump myself up to 20 the following week, which means that pre-marathon, the most I can conceivably have completed in one setting is 18 miles. I don't think that's enough. Actually, I just don't know. It seems that going from 18 miles to 26.2 is insane.

Of course, there was also a time where I thought that running 5 miles was a "long" run. I guess I will be doing a lot of walking, and hopefully that will help me get those extra miles. I'm trying to be smart about my training, but I need to be both physically and mentally prepared, and just confidence-wise, I'm frustrated by my missed mileage.

On the other hand, I'm really thrilled that I'm feeling healthy enough to continue training. I suppose that I could have been sick for a longer period, or really injured myself, or something. So thank God for my health, the encouragement of the friends and family in my life, and such a positive, exciting goal.

Learning Patience

2009-04-17T10:56:00.000-07:00

I have been learning the art of patience this week. I'm not there yet. I was excited to get back into the swing of things after my disappointing experience at Porter Ranch. I was pleased to get my new inhaler, and get right back to running on Tuesday and Thursday. Thursday, in particular, was a really fantastic workout for me. I ran for 30 minutes, and then did five "hill repeats" where I ran uphill for 2.5 minutes, and recovered for 4. Because I was running on a treadmill, in order to make the drill more challenging, I increased my incline and my speed on each repeat. After the hills, I cooled down by running a final mile. I had been feeling a little stuffy earlier that day, but the adrenaline and joy of the running helped me ignore it.
But then Friday came and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I could barely take in a whole breath. I was tired, stuffy, my lungs were tight, my coughs sounded like barks, and I started to get a fever. I went home early from work to get a good night's sleep so that I could be refreshed for my 16 miler on Saturday. But when I awoke on Saturday, as much as I wanted to run, I actually felt worse. My fever continued, and I couldn't get a handle on my breathing. I was dizzy and tired and my skin ached.
These symptoms continued through the weekend, and on Monday morning, I went to see my doctor. He was able to rule out pneumonia and bacterial infections. I'm still not sure what I caught, but in order to get my breathing back to normal (so that I can resume my workouts), he prescribed a regimen of Prednisone and two other inhalers, one emergency and one for regular maintenance. I slept almost all of Monday afternoon, but even though that helped, I still could not breathe well enough to run, much less walk.
Seriously. Walking down the street was a real effort. And then of course, it did not help that all I could focus on was the time I was losing that I should be training. The logical side of my brain knows that taking time off to heal is smart and that my running, if I had been able to even start, would have just exacerbated the asthma issues. But still....
So when did this happen? When did I become someone who truly dislikes not being able to run?
I am feeling much better today as far as everything except my asthma. I still have a barking cough and wheeze a bit when I take deep breaths. But I feel that I am getting progressively stronger, and I am determined to do something active with my TNT group tomorrow morning. We are scheduled to do an 8 mile run at the top of Reseda Blvd, which should involve some trails and hills. I'm not sure that this will be the best way to resume my running, but I just hate the idea of sitting it out completely. I plan to get the advice of my coaches, and take it from there. Of course I don't want to make anything worse, but I also want to make sure that I don't lose my conditioning from the past two plus months.
So the lesson I've learned this week...some things are just out of my control. But that is all the more of a reason why I need to take advantage of all of the opportunities where I CAN do something. Sitting on my couch, waiting to heal, I thought of how wonderful it feels when I am running (or more accurately, how great it feels when I've just completed a run). So the next time that I'm not sick or hurt, but I start to feel lazy and sluggish, I plan to remember this past week....and harness my appreciation for what my body can do...and get off the couch, go out and run!

Another Learning Experience

2009-04-07T14:18:00.000-07:00

This past weekend was extremely frustrating, especially when compared to my experience at the Half Marathon. I basically had to deal with the annoyance of my own body's limitations.
I've had asthma since I was a kid, but it has always been a pretty mild case with attacks maybe once every two or three years. Of course, given the lack of frequent attacks, whenever I do have one, I tend to find myself unprepared.
On Saturday, I was very excited because we were doing "only" six miles at Porter Ranch, a location that was new for me for a run. But it was a little cold and after about 10-15 minutes, I found myself having a hard time getting enough air. And then I started a long climb, and it just got more and more difficult and I just could not breathe.
When I got to the first water stop at the top of the hill, I realized I had to stop and get an inhaler. Of course, I knew where my inhaler was. In the glove compartment of my car at the bottom of the hill. And it had expired in 2006.
I don't normally share medications, and I assume it was a pretty stupid thing to do, but one of my teammates had an inhaler that I was fortunate enough to be able to use, once I got a ride back to our starting point, and I felt a lot better.
But I was so upset. I was mad at myself for not keeping a filled prescription on me when I ran. I was mad at my body for not keeping up with my goals and for getting in the way of me finishing my run. I was embarrassed that I had to stop and get a ride. And I was upset for feeling like I failed. And then I was embarrassed that I was visibly upset. And most of all, I was scared -- of the attack and of the fact that I will be pushing myself a lot harder in the weeks to come...how will I be able to face all of that?
But I'm grateful to my Team in Training comrades. They care, they encourage, they push, they support. They followed up on how I was feeling, and helped me feel less ashamed. They also helped me view the experience as an opportunity to learn, not to mope.
So I have learned a valuable lesson, albeit nothing original: always be prepared. I got some updated medication and a pouch for my fuel belt, so I will not run without the inhaler. And I will take my medication before I run.
It's funny how I seem to re-learn the same lessons but in different contexts. This experience reminds me of when my former conductor, Charles Peltz, taught me (in an unforgettable but humiliating moment) never to show up to rehearsal without a pencil. I guess in the current scenario, my inhaler is my pencil.
So, armed with the proper tools, I ran yesterday around my neighborhood for the first of my two mid-week runs. I felt better, stronger, and more optimistic about what I have to face on this Saturday...16 miles. Wow. It sounds pretty ridiculous.
But I'm sure I will learn something else in the process.

Half-Way There!

2009-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00

This weekend, I participated in, and successfully completed my very first half-marathon. That's right! 13.1 miles! And a good chunk of the race was on trails that were so rocky, I ended up having to walk quite a bit. But I got through it, thanks to the support of some great people who were with me at every step.
I got to the race at 5 am, because I was told that the good parking (i.e., close to the finish line) fills up quickly. It was true, but I could have gotten there at 5:30 and still have been fine. But that meant I woke up at 4ish. When I arrived, I tried to get some more sleep in my car, since I wasn't meeting with the TNT folks until 6 am. But I was too excited to sleep. I called my parents on the East coast, figuring that they might be awake. Then I listened to music and finally decided to take a walk.
I found my group at just before 6 am. It was still dark outside, and extremely cold. I wore a jacket, figuring that I could always shed it when the temperature rose. We warmed up at around 6:30, used the lovely porta-potties and the group that was participating in the Chesebro half-marathon walked up the hill to the starting point.
I feel a bit bad for the residents on the street that was the starting point. People were warming up on their front lawns and driveways, making lots of noise at 6:45 am on a Saturday morning.
But the race started and suddenly the mob was moving. I had positioned myself near the rear because I didn't want to get trampled. Good thing, too. As it was, I had to figure out how to get out the way of some people who looked as though they'd take no prisoners.
The first mile was around the neighborhood -- all residential. We had a quick downhill drop that was surprisingly steep. That was surprisingly challenging.
By about the first half of a mile, I was pretty stiff and thought that if things didn't get better, I wasn't going to make it through. Luckily, my companions helped babble about stuff and I started to take my mind off of how crummy I felt, and I started looking at houses that were for sale. Seriously. Agoura Hills is very pretty. Of course, I'd hate having so many noisy runners coming through my development at 7 am on a Saturday...unless, I were one of them.
Just after mile 1, we ran past the parking lot where my car was parked. I saw my car, and I seriously considered bailing. But then I remembered that I wanted to prove to myself that I follow-through with my tough goals, and I gave the ol' Corolla a parting glance and continued.
Somewhere around mile 2 I saw the first professional photographer, and then I got excited again. After all, I wanted something good to scrapbook! So I unzipped my jacket so that the number on my race bib could be read, and gave a huge grin to the camera. It turned out to be a pretty cute picture. Of course, they're charging an arm and a leg for it. But I figure that this is my first race, and I will get the digital negative, because then I can maximize the value.
Around mile 3, we entered the park and the trail. There was another porta-potty and we decided to stop and use it, since the next one wouldn't be until we were out of the park again.
The beginning of the trail was pretty decent, and I was able to maintain my run 4/walk 2 pace.
And then things got a little rocky. I mean that literally. Aware that I still have two months of training for my marathon, and the fact that I had 6 more miles of unknown trail terrain, I decided to walk a lot, instead of run. I have a nasty habit of finding uneven ground and twisting my weak ankle, so I didn't want to set myself up to fall. And I wanted to conserve energy.
I knew there was going to be a big long climb at some point, but nobody seemed to know exactly where it was....or they weren't telling me because probably had I known, I would have seriously considered running back to my car.
But the scenery kept up with our pace. The harder our trek, the more beautiful the trail became. There were great spots that were shaded, which were nice and cool, but the sun stole peaks through branches and ragged hills, warming our already flushed skin.
When we came to the long climb, I felt like my energy reserve was spent. But I knew that I had already passed the mile 6 marker, and that if I turned around, I would still be covering about the same distance if I finished. And I set out to complete this run. So I kept going. My personal cheerleaders, Christy, Bridget and Ines (from TNT) helped motivate me and took photographs of my long hill climb to give me a second to catch my breath, look around, and enjoy the experience. I slowed quite a bit, and new muscles were aching. Being with my TNT friends, I thought about why I joined the Team. I thought about the people who were fighting cancer, in whatever form it takes, and I thought how greatful I am that right here, right now, I am able to push my body and cover such ground. My uphill battle was nothing compared to theirs. So I reached the top. Slowly. And I took it in.
I looked around at the green and brown laced mountain peaks, alternating between sun-lit colorful streaks and hidden shadows. It was like I reached a temporary heaven.
But there were another 5 or so miles left to complete, so I resumed. Luckily, most of it was down hill. I was exhausted, so I pretty much walked the remainder of the trail, except for a few bursts of energy that propelled me to run.
When we got to mile 10, I knew that we had almost finished the trail portion of the half-marathon. We were cheered-on by some friendly park-rangers who tried to encourage us by saying that there was only one last hill, and then the rest of the race was down-hill. I know that they meant well, but I really didn't want to know about that last hill. Especially because I thought we were finished with hills already.
But I had come that far, so I slowly treked up the last hill. It wasn't as steep or long as the big one, but because I was that much more sore and tired, it felt nearly as tough. At the top of the hill, however, was someone who sprayed some cold wet substance all over my legs. It felt amazing. I have no idea what that stuff was (hopefully not toxic), but it helped keep me moving forward.
And then we reached the end of the trail and the next batch of porta-potties. I figured that there was no reason to make the last part of the race more difficult than it already was, so we used them, and got back on the road to finish up. I couldn't run any more. I power-walked.
At mile 11, I realized that everything from there-on was new. The most I had previously run/walked in one setting had been 11 miles, the previous Saturday, so I should be proud of myself for each step. I felt sore, but envigorated. My right foot, in the arch area, was aching though, which was another reason I worried about running. I didn't want to hurt myself.
The road was much more monotonous than the trail, and unfortunately, unlike the trail, we could see pretty much everything that was coming. A whole lot more road.
We turned the bend, and I recognized that we were coming up on where our Team warm-up had been, and I knew where the finish line was. Well, I thought I did.
So I got a quick pulse of adrenaline and ran down the street toward the finish line's sign. But when I got there, people were shouting to keep going around the bend into the park where I saw, for the first time, the actual finish line, clock, and whatever the floating arch thing is called. It looked a bit farther than I had anticipated, but I kept going.
I crossed the finish line, got photographed, and started crying. Of course, I was extremely dirty and sweaty, and so my tears actually stung my eyes. And then I took some horrible pictures and met up my Kelley and tried some of the spectacular post-race food and tried to relax and take it all in. I got a finisher's medal.
My time, had I had a particular goal, was horrid. Seriously. I am extremely proud of myself for completing this race at all. But realistically, I finished in 3 hours, 41 minutes, 1 second. That is a 16:53 minute mile pace. Okay, that included some waiting around for bathroom breaks and whatnot. But even without the breaks, which Christy was kind enough to calculate, I finished in exactly 3 hours, 30 minutes, which is basically a 16 minute mile. Christy told me that it was the goal she had had for me, given my practice and given the trail, so I guess that's good. Well, if nothing else, it gives me a lot of room for improvement. To put things into perspective, the fastest runner completed the 13.1 miles in 1 hour, 11 minutes and 53 seconds. The slowest completed it in 4 hours, 48 minutes, and 5 seconds.
I guess the best part of this whole experience is the fact that I am constantly proving to myself that the limits I place on myself are artifical. That I can do more than I thought. That I can push through real challenges. I hope, God forbid, that if I do end up facing something more challenging, like the cancer I'm trying to raise money to eradicate, I will be able to look back on these runs and remind myself that people are stronger and tougher than they think, and are often limited to the extent that they allow themselves to be. Clearly, much is out of our control, like how much time we have on this earth or the rocky terrain we traverse. But within these external constraints, we should break free of the artificial ones we place on ourselves, and never forget to live in the moment and enjoy each precious second that we have been given.

Lesson Learned

2009-03-23T22:45:00.000-07:00

I managed to run 11 miles on Saturday. Seriously. 11. The best part is that I got through it. Even when I was sure it was impossible. The worst part was learning that I should not run on an entirely empty stomach. I felt like I was running on bad fumes. Also, I learned that sleep is useful for efficient running. And the combination of too little sleep and too little food, is a less than optimal run.

This Saturday is my first official race. It's the Great Race half marathon in Agoura Hills. The half marathon (that's 13.1 miles) will be on a combination of trails and road. I'm excited but nervous. Excited because it should be a very scenic route. Nervous because that's 13.1 miles. And trails mean that there's stuff for me to trip over. But this time, I'll stay hydrated throughout the week, I'll get enough sleep and I'll eat a little breakfast. This race is supposed to be one of the best post-race brunches, so that should also be fun. And of course, I'll finally have an official picture of myself to put into my scrapbook!!!

Man, I can't get over the fact that I ran 11 miles. Granted, I slowed down by the end and didn't keep my pace perfectly. But I completed it. Me. Amazing. I can't wait to see what I can do next.

Finally, Correct Form

2009-03-12T11:13:00.001-07:00

It has now taken me three visits to Jeff Waldberg, but I finally have been able to implement good running form!!! As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I started off with several form issues (i.e., landing heal first, bending at the hip, slightly too slow of a cadence, etc.). Then, when I learned what those were, I over-corrected, running almost entirely on my toes the following week. That hurt. I felt like someone had shoved nails into my calves. So on my second visit, I learned to find the mid-foot, and sped up my cadence. I went back this morning, and I got it!

For some added stability, Jeff taped my heals, which has the unexpected additional benefit of helping me walk in heals without wobbling. I do feel more stable with my feet taped and this week, I'm going to be experimenting with how it feels on the long run. Hopefully, once my body has gotten used to the proper form, the taping won't feel necessary, but in the meantime, it seems to help. I had planned on attempting to run with the tape last Saturday, but because I walked, I couldn't be sure if the taping helped significantly.

This Saturday is our nine mile run in Reseda. We'll be practicing on hills, which, I'm actually really excited about. I think I'll need the practice because in only two weeks, I'll be running my first half-marathon (yikes) on trails in Agoura Hills. Wow that's soon. But I'm confident that even if I can't run the whole thing, I'll be able to complete it. And I'm really excited because I'll finally have a race under my belt. And a picture that I can put into my scrapbook!!! Finally! LOL.

Seven Mile Struggle

2009-03-12T10:58:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday (the 7th), we did seven miles at Balboa park. Unfortunately, I felt horrid the entire time, and after starting out at a slow jog for two minutes, realized that I could not keep going at even that slow pace. I was still uncomfortable walking, but decided that since I would have a nine mile run the following week, I really wanted to complete the seven miles, even at a snail's pace. So that's exactly what I did. I basically walked the entire seven miles.

The experience was both exhilarating and humiliating. I was extremely self-conscious because even my walking pace was much slower than everyone else. By the time I was at mile 4.5, the runners were passing me on their 6th mile. The way our course was set up, the runners then passed me on their 7th mile as well. I was literally the last person to finish (except for the encouraging and ever-positive Kelley, who was kind enough to walk with me the entire time).

But, other than being slow, I found that seven miles, walked or run, was still exhilarating and was more mileage than I have ever done in one setting. I completed it, even though it was uncomfortable and even though I would have rather slept in. I was proud of myself for persevering even though it was nothing like the ideal run I had originally hoped.

And I received an added and unexpected benefit -- of working and conditioning the different muscles used in walking. I'm sure that come 26 miles, I will be doing a good deal of walking, and it's good to know that even when I feel crummy, seven miles is completely doable.

So, I got back on the wagon, and did a 45 minute run on Tuesday (I still was feeling pretty awful on Monday morning). It was a little more difficult for me, probably because I hadn't run since Wednesday, but I did it anyway. And I felt good for not giving up.

Or Maybe I Am Crazy

2009-03-02T10:29:00.000-08:00

Our Saturday run this week was 5 miles.

I realize that 5 miles is only a little less than one-fifth of the marathon distance, but I didn't think I was going to get through it. During the first mile, I was sure that I was going to have to start walking the entire last few miles.

My usual comrades weren't at practice, so I ran with our pace leader, Christy, who seems like a really nice and motivating person. She changed our group's pace at the beginning from 3/1 to 4/2 (i.e., four minutes running, two minutes walking).

I tried to remember everything that Jeff and I had gone over at my physical therapy session on Thursday. I mainly focused on keeping a quick and steady cadence, and landing on the mid-section of my feet. I think, for the most part, that I was able to maintain good form throughout the run.

The best part was that I did manage to get through the entire 5 miles at the 4/2 pace. The worst part was that I slowed down a lot. I did the whole thing in 1 hour, 10 minutes, or an average of a 14 minute mile. According to Christy, I started at closer to an 11 minute mile, so I clearly slowed down quite a bit.

More frustrating, however, was how stiff I got. Even after I stretched. By the afternoon, my right foot hurt in a new spot. I'm going to ask Jeff about this when I see him on Friday. Sunday, I hurt everywhere. Seriously.

And that's when the doubt started. Am I insane? Really? This is how my body feels after five miles. I'm going to run 26.1 in a few months? Get real. I just hurt. Did I do everything wrong? No. I'm pretty sure my form was better. Will this get easier? Everyone insists that 5 miles will eventually feel like an "easy" run.

I rested yesterday, with the exception of a nice long walk around Balboa lake with Noah and Mason. It was the first outrageously beautiful day in a while (approx 85 degrees and sunny). But I couldn't believe how crowded Balboa park was. It took so long to find parking. I much prefer the park at 7am on Saturday mornings. This was insane!

But we had a lot of fun, and I got a little less stiff while I was moving. I started feeling more energetic again, and started getting excited again, thinking about the upcoming weekend. This time, we're scheduled to complete 7 miles. I'm sure I'll be able to run 5 miles again this weekend, and if needed, I would still be able to walk the remaining 2 miles. (We are scheduled to do 7 miles this weekend). But maybe I'll be able to keep pace for the entire 7 miles. That would be incredible.

So the question really seems to be: am I crazy for running, or crazy for not wanting to stop?

Reforming my Form

2009-02-27T09:41:00.001-08:00

Yesterday morning, I went to see the physical therapist (Jeff Waldberg) who had given our Team a presentation on injury prevention. I decided that it makes more sense to learn proper running form now, while I'm achy but before I am seriously injured, than after the fact. So, after the preliminaries (intake, medical history, areas of concern, etc), he videotaped me running on a treadmill for a few minutes.

He was able to play back the video in slow-motion, and stop on certain pictures and show me exactly what I was doing. He had a lot to show me.

1) I was landing heal-first.

This is apparently normal and proper when walking, but when running, is not the best point for absorbing shock. Landing on your heal, Jeff explained, would be akin to jumping off of a 4-foot high surface and landing on your heals. That would hurt. It increases the risk for hurting the knees and hips, among others. Optimally, I should be striking the ground in the middle of my foot, (i.e., not running on my toes either).

2) My take off was too slow and I was bouncing vertically.

Basically, my stride was a bit too long, which was causing the leg on which I was pushing off, to hyper-extend my toes. It did some other things as well, making me generally less efficient, and overcompensating with a more of a bouncing up and down motion. It wasn't extreme, but still, was not optimal.

3) I was doing a few things right.

My cadence and arm swing angles were pretty close to what they should be. It was nice to know. I need to pick up my cadence just minimally, and it will be ideal.

4) I was tilting my body slightly.

I don't know how to describe this without the pictures, but essentially, I was bending a bit at the waste. Jeff said that he has seen people with much more severe tilting (which again, reduces efficiency and places additional strain on muscles), but that correcting it will help me run more efficiently.

These are all of the big points that I can remember off of the top of my head.

So, then he showed me how I should be running, such as where on my feet I should be hitting the ground, and basically how to run with more efficient alignment. I started again on the treadmill at a low speed, implementing his suggestions, and felt the difference at once. As I felt more comfortable, we increased the speed. As a comparison, he had me go back to running how I had been (heal-first), and instantaneously I felt more impact, more effort, and more work from certain muscle groups.

I'm going back next week, as a follow-up to make sure I am able to remember and continue to run with good form.

I am so glad that I was able to do this. I have never really been taught how to run in a way that identified what I was doing. TNT told us generally that we're supposed to not strike on the heal, but I didn't realize that that's what I was doing. And I haven't had anyone take the time to show me how to change it.

I have my 5 mile run on Saturday morning, so I plan to practice this new form then.

What I Think I Can Do vs. What I Actually Do

2009-02-23T08:11:00.000-08:00

The "impossible" has become my jumping-off point.

At Saturday's practice, our team changed locations from the Van Nuys/Sherman Oaks park to the park at Balboa. I knew that we were scheduled to complete four miles, and that this time, one of those miles would be timed so that we knew what our "pace group" would be. By the middle of the warm-up jog, though, I felt tight, tired and worried that I would not even get through the warm-up. But I somehow did, stretched, and then we all set out for mile one.

As I had been doing, I decided to power-walk this first mile. The nice part was that I was able to look around and take in the incredible scenery. I am so annoyed that I've been living down the street from one of the most serene parts of LA that I've seen, and that I only just discovered it. Balboa park reminds me a bit of Boston common...but with better weather. And birds! There were soooo many birds. I even saw a heron or egret (I'm not sure which, but definitely from that family). The worst part of this first mile, however, was the fact that I had to go to the bathroom. And I ended up a mile away from it.

But I couldn't walk back, because the second mile was our timed mile. We were only going a half of a mile to our starting point (which had the bathrooms), and turning around, so I had to just deal with it. I figured that I would power walk this timed mile, but then our coach told us that in order to learn what our 60% of our effort is (which is what we're supposed to be training at on Saturdays), we need to know what our max is. We were told that we should push ourselves to a point that we wouldn't be able to sustain for a long period of time. So, I started walking for a few seconds at the beginning, and then decided to push myself. I ran (though it probably appeared to be more of a jog). I felt pretty uncomfortable because I passed the walkers, but I wasn't quite up to speed with the runners who had started off at a run. But I figured that I would just alternate the running with walking.

But then I started to feel so good and I did not want to walk. I got to my turn-around half-mile point, feeling winded, but energetic, and enjoying the wind in my face. (I finally got weather-appropriate running gear and it makes the cold of 7 am more bearable.) I started walking again for a bit, and then felt that urge to run again. So I did. I was pretty close to one of the runners, so I tried to pick up my pace a bit and catch up. I walked once more, but then saw the finish line, got excited, and ran. My friend Kelley (who had already gotten to the finish point) ran out to meet me when I was close, and ran the remaining distance with me, pushing and encouraging me.

Before I set out for the timed mile, I asked my mentor Brett what time I should be aiming for, and he said that walkers should generally aim for no more than 17 minutes. I made it in 11 minutes, 40 seconds.

Okay, clearly, I'm no elite athlete here. But last year, I decided to run down the block from my house. Literally. One block. I thought my calves would fall off at the end of that, and I couldn't catch my breath for another block. I had just walked a mile, and run/walked another one. And, I got put into my pace group with other runners (and one amazing-kickass-fast walker).

To put us into pace groups, they told us to add 2 minutes to our time (13:40), and group one was under 10 minutes, group two under 11, group three under 12, group four under 13, group five under 15, and group six over 15. Our group is not huge, and our pace is run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute. The other week, this pace was exactly what I told our running coach (Bridget) that I couldn't sustain. But, I figured that maybe I have gotten stronger, so I decided to give it a try on the next mile. After all, I could always change pace groups.

I was actually really surprised when then next mile passed. I was running and talking with Kelley, and Victoria, who is a really nice girl that I met the first day of practice, but who I hadn't talked to much since then because I had been training with the walkers and she with the runners. But even more surprising to me than the fact that I was actually running 3 minutes at a time, was that I was having fun doing so.

Mile four came, I still had to use the restroom, and I FINALLY was running back to it. But I didn't want to stop and lose my momentum, so I kept going through the end of the mile. I ran 3 minutes, walked 1 minute, for two miles! AFTER mostly running another mile. After walking the first. WHAT?!?

So much for classifying myself on what I think I can do. I have no clue what I am capable of.

It's not like I didn't think that I would get here. I am training for a marathon. Clearly, I was eventually going to be able to do 4 miles. But I had no idea that I would get where I am as quickly as I have. Who knows what I'll be able to do in a few weeks even?

One of my favorite moments of the day was when Brett (mentor) gave me a high-five after the timed mile, and laughed at me and mocked me for saying I wasn't able to run.

After the run, our stretching and my bathroom break (FINALLY), we had clinics on fundraising and on injury prevention. I learned a whole lot of useful information, the most helpful of which was probably that most injuries are caused either by overworking (and not letting the muscle tissue heal) or by problems with a runner's form.

I cannot wait to see what I am capable of doing next.

Introduction

2009-02-17T23:56:00.000-08:00

Hi there. Thanks for checking out my blog.

My hope is to keep my friends and family updated with my progress as I train with Team in Training (TNT) for the San Diego Rock 'n Roll Marathon on May 31, 2009. I realize that this is a pretty dramatic goal for someone who is, let's face it, seriously overweight and not in prime shape.

Why I Decided To Do This:

I have a few key friends who I consider to be "runners." I admire my friends considerably, and have always felt awe at their ability to train for and complete a marathon. But I've also felt like they're a different species than I am. I've always thought that I'm not built as a "runner." Up until now, my main experience with running was the "run days" we had in gym class, which I dreaded so much that I literally suffered anxiety dreams over them.

But then, almost as sudden as flicking on a switch, I decided to walk/run a marathon myself. It was shortly after New Year's, and I was at my friend's house scrapbooking photos of my dog. (Yeah, I know. No comments on this please.) My friend (I don't know if she wants to be named, so that's why she's going by the vague designation "friend") who is a leukemia survivor, had run with TNT when she moved to California a few years ago. She didn't know many people in California, so she had decided to join TNT to help raise money for The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, to meet other people, and to train for a marathon. She told me that she had never run before that, and that since the first event, she has now run several marathons and countless shorter races. Wow. My scrapbook pages, embellished with paper dog bones, were looking sort of lame compared to her album that was too small to hold the many photos and mementos from of her multiple races.

I asked her about TNT, and she assured me that most people who decided to train with TNT were not "runners" before they joined, and that TNT provides a well-rounded training program that helps people ease into huge goals without making the mistakes that often lead to injury, burn-out, or failure. It seemed like a good way to learn to run, and for something that was greater than simply my own personal fitness goals.

Initial Changes:

Once I made the decision, and opened my mind to the possibility of running, I felt an unexpected wave of relief. It was as if I had been living within physical constraints from which I had broken free. (Yes, clearly they were mental self-labeling constraints, but the feeling was more of a physical one.) I suddenly believed that I could learn to run and within 5 months, become a "runner." I started reading about running and learned that there is a whole lot more to the sport than simply putting on a pair of overpriced shoes and moving my legs. I started thinking about my body as more than "overweight." I started to think about what my body can do, not just how it looks. I began to focus on food as fuel, not just as "good" or "bad."

I'm sure there are scores of books on attitude and perception, but for me, it was like a chain reaction. Once I opened my mind to the possibility that a non-runner could become a runner, suddenly, I felt like I could tackle almost anything if I decided to, planned carefully, and committed. What an exhilarating feeling! I joined Weight Watchers, determined to stick with it and change my relationship with food.

First Steps:

I started out walking around my block, while adding spurts of jogging. The first few times were surprisingly fun. My reading had helped me realize that combining intervals of walking and running was a way to build endurance and strength, not, as I had long thought, a sign that I couldn't run. I also learned that I should not run as fast as I can for as long as I can withstand. So I actually started to enjoy being outside, moving and not feeling as though I would keel over at any moment.

On my second walk/jog, I was able to jog for longer intervals than I had the first time. I was surprised to find myself disappointed that my scheduled 30 minutes had ended.

My first group practice was actually disappointing, however. I had expected to run a timed mile, be sorted into a group of people who were at a similar pace, and start training. But it had rained, and although we met and learned a lot about the process, stretching, fundraising, optimal apparel, etc., I was actually bummed for the first time ever that we wouldn't be running (the track had flooded). Weird. I was bummed I couldn't run.

The second group practice was a whole lot better. This time we had a clinic on proper running and walking technique. Our group is divided into "walkers" and "runners." Most people, however, combine both walking and running during training and marathons. I wasn't sure which group I should join, since I felt like a walker-who-wanted-to-become-a-runner. My coach suggested I start with the runners, since we would start off at an easy pace (i.e., run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute). But, I realized that at my current stage, I am able to run 1 minute and walk 3. So we agreed that I would benefit from learning the techniques for both running and walking, but training initially with the walking group.

And that's when I learned that athletic walking bears little relation to the kind of walking that I've been doing for the past 26+ years. (I don't know how old I was when I started walking. I assume it was after I turned one.) But it is FUN! And as I get stronger (and lighter), I will be able to incorporate more and more jogging.

So, the second group practice was terrific. I walk/ran 2.5 miles and felt fantastic. We also had a clinic on nutrition, and on running shoes. (My excessive reading on marathon training already paid off; during the shoe clinic, I won a hat for being able to explain to the group who Phiddipides was and what he did.)

Since that practice, I've only had one additional walk/run. Due to an unusually nasty storm, I did that practice at the gym, but was able to run a lot longer than I had previously. I completed 2.77 miles in 40 minutes (10 of which (.5 miles) were at a slow warm up/cool down pace). My next steps will be tomorrow.

My Training Schedule:

Currently, I'm training a few days per week. Mondays and Wednesdays are my mid-week runs, which I do on my own, though weather permitting (and schedule permitting) I may occasionally do with some of the group. At this point, the goal on these days is to walk/run for 30 minutes. Sundays and Thursdays are cross-training days. I have been doing yoga and pilates, to help strengthen my core and increase my flexibility (so I am less likely to get hurt). And Saturdays are the long group runs. However, for now, we're starting pretty slowly, and will gradually increase our distances. This Saturday, for instance, we will walk/run 4 miles, and the following week will be 5 miles, followed incrementally by 7, 9, 11 and a half marathon (13.1) on March 28.

I'm excited about the half marathon. I will be running it with members of my TNT training group in Agoura Hills, nearby. It will be held on a trail, which should be an added challenge. I figured that it's good practice to see the feel of a "race" on game-day before the May marathon.

Next Steps:

Tomorrow I plan to walk/run for 30 minutes, but it's still unclear whether weather will dictate that I do this at the gym or outside. I realize that I probably can run in the rain (I don't think I'll melt), but I think I'm less likely to slip and injure myself (especially as I'm practicing new and proper form) indoors. But I'm hoping that the weather changes soon and becomes the sunny California that I love.

A Special Thank You:

Thank you to all of my friends and family for your continued support of my efforts. I can't tell you how much it means to have you backing me as I work toward my goals. And thank you also to those of you who have so generously donated to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society on my behalf. I have pledged to raise $2500 to this wonderful organization before the middle of May in exchange for the amazing opportunity they are providing to me. Your help and support has already helped me raise almost $1000. I cannot thank you all enough! For those of you who are interested in contributing, you can do so easily online:

http://pages.teamintraining.org/los/rnr09/jgusdorff