Doesn’t every girl enjoy her relaxing bath with ice, apple fritter, and a Dt. Mountain Dew.
Half Marathon number 4 is done!! Time for an ice bath, an apple fritter and a giant Diet Mountain Dew!!! Race recap to come later Lovies because I’m off to the Chateau for three days!!!
Hello Lovies! I’ve got my next Half Marathon 13.1 in 10 days, 16 hours, 40 minutes and 44 seconds and counting down. The Indianapolis Women’s Half Marathon over Labor Day weekend. It will be my 4th in 2 years. I’ve been training pretty hard with my Sweet Thang running buddy. I know her from our kid activity circles and she was also in the 500 Festival Mini Marathon training series I completed in the spring. We hadn’t run together much because in spite of her short little legs she is faster than me at her normal pace. I’d start out with her for as long as I could keep up, which often wasn’t long. I’ve written some about my struggles with the last 13.1 I ran. After the Mini was over I had to rest my foot, I got active at lazing, then I got cleared to run and knew I had to get off my butt or I’d never be trained in time for the Women’s. I knew I run and I was just about to cinch up my big girl panties and get it done alone. But then some crazy stuff started happening in our town with weirdos trying to steal our kids and there were several reported murders of women who were running alone across the country. I didn’t feel safe running alone anymore and I put a call out for a running buddy. She said she would meet me to run one night back in June and somehow we just never stopped.
At first I worried I’d be too slow for her. It only took a few times to work through that she was happy to have the motivation and the company and the pace wasn’t going to be an issue. As the miles climbed I asked her if she was going to sign up for the race. She already has a half booked in November and didn’t know if she wanted to take on one more. As we climbed in consistency and miles per my training plan she pulled out her big girl panties and her credit card and ponied up and entry fee and now I don’t have to run the race alone!
Training for this race in particular has been like no other. I’ve just come off one of the most stressful summers of my adult life, dealing with adventures in ADHD for myself and the kids, YMCA camp nightmares and a very crazy work environment/schedule. Over the months we have taken turns bitching, venting and rambling ( ok it is just me that rambles) and now we can pass 6 miles with no music and only conversation. It’s a darn good thing I had a crapton of long rambling stories I could tell her as we slogged through record heat, humidity, and finally one blessed rain run last night. I feel better than I ever have before a Half Marathon. Injuries have been limited, nutrition has been great, I’ve managed to do some cross training and I have her to push me every single day to run better, faster, longer. I’ve gotten better and stronger in my run, not just because I’ve made some significant lifestyle changes in the last few months but also because I don’t like to let her down. I figure if she is willing to sacrifice pace for me I’d better be willing to push it and work hard for her. She has joined that rare group of women who get to yell at me and tell me what to do.
For instance one day last week we were doing 8 miles. I have gotten into the habit of running with less and less technology. I’ve taken off the heart rate monitor because I thought it was causing me to limit myself in pace without using my body as a guide. I’ve taken off the earphones and run with the music on speaker so we could both hear it and still talk, only turning it up when I needed extra motivation. And a few times I’ve decided to ditch the phone/runkeeper app altogether because I didn’t want an every mile reminder of how far we’d gone and how slow. I just wanted to enjoy the run and the company and let my body do the rest. So I found myself on that 8 miles with no technology whatsoever. It was her turn to pick the route so I just showed up with my self and my belt of various Gu’s. She didn’t really want to run that night, but had forced herself to do it partly out of obligation and partly out of some trash talking from me. So we set off on a new route and began talking. I had no desire to walk at all. This was all well and good until I asked how far we’d gone expecting her to say 6, and she said 5! Ugh, my back was tight and I was getting a little sluggish. I had to walk a bit in mile 6-7, but not much and not for very long. I won’t just stop and walk with Sweet Thang like I will with Babu, I hold out as long as possible and then tell her I’m thinking about walking. We set a point to run to, then to walk to and stick to the plan. It allows for the walk without doing it so long you end up walking the whole thing. We got to 7.0 and she pushed me to run. She pushes me in those last miles because she is naturally faster and has more energy at the end. Let’s run the last mile she tells me, you can do it for another 12 minutes no sweat, and we will be done by the light and we can walk up the hill. I HATE that hill, it is tolerable on mile 2,3, 4 but the more we run our loop the harder it gets and trust me it isn’t even THAT big. I buckled on the BGP and committed to the run, telling myself it would be worth it to walk up the hill. So we push it for the next 12 or so minutes and what happens when we get to the dang light? Well first of all we miss it, as in start to sprint for it and have to STOP miss it. She looks at the runkeeper and we are only at 7.75. I cannot even tell you how ticked off this makes me. The light changes and she starts running, she is ahead of me and I’m huffing up the hill about to die yelling, “you told me I wouldn’t HAVE to run up this hill!” So she turns around as says, “Well you can quit right now if you want, but what’s it gonna be? Are you going to go ahead and stop or make yourself do it? It’s up to you”. THAT BITCH! She knew I’m so stubborn and obstinate I’d make myself run up that damn hill just so I could prove her wrong. She also knew I wanted to run up that hill and how much better I’d feel if I did. So I did just that, I ran up that damn hill. She stopped about 10-20 yards ahead of me and I knew it meant she was at the 8.0 mark, so I dug a little deeper and ran it in to the high five, feeling fantastic I’d made the hill my bitch ( hardly lol). I served as her motivation to start, and she served as my motivation to finish! She asked me later in the week as she was teasing to tell on me for wanting to cast my BGP aside what I would of done if she wasn’t there. I flat out told her I’d of stopped after missing that light mid sprint and called it good at 7.75. I’m a good enough girl like that a lot!
I’m glad we got the 8.01 though, and you know what else, I haven’t walked once in the two 6’s we have put in since! I don’t know how long it will take us to finish the 13.1 together, or if I’ll end up walking the last 3 like I have in every other 13.1 I’ve done but I do know this…..I’ll probably have the best 13.1 of my life and if I do I will have Sweet Thang to thank for a solid half of that effort, the last half!
I guess we will find out in 10 days, 15 hours, 47 minutes and 00 seconds…and counting!
Still totally worth it
Participated in my very first Warrior Dash today. I estimated we would take 45 minutes for the run and 5 minutes for each of the 11 obstacles. I only skipped one after trying it and realizing it just was not going to happen. The 12 foot scale using only a rope and some 1x’s boards. I ran and waded through creeks, climbed, slid, fell, knee crawled up muddy steep slope after slope. I went under barbed wire, netting and lumber on my belly and knees. I balanced on rope bridges, scaled across and up and over netting. I scaled hay bales, and rusted out boats, waded in cake batter stinky mud water in between slick steep sticky mud hills, shimmied sideways along boards holding on by only rock climbing hand holds and 1X’s as foot holds, swam across a pond, balanced on buoys, jumped over fire and finally hand crawled under barbed wire in mud to cross the finish. Here are some of the things I learned
- Warrior Dash is better with friends. I conned Process into doing this with me and Pilates Poster Girl was kind enough to invite us to crash a wave with her and her daughter, Softball Goddess. We did a great job of staying together and alternately waiting for each other. Where I excel at the run, Pilates Poster Girl excels at the obstacles. The other balanced us out nicely. If you put the 4 of us together we’d be the perfect Warrior.
- Core training is more important than any other training.
- Warrior Dash wave times are on the honor system, so if you should wish to, say, crash another time to join some friends no one will know the difference.
- You really should wear the trail shoes instead of the old Brooks running shoes that match your outfit better. It really doesn’t make a difference because by the first half mile your whole outfit is mud colored anyway.
- You will in fact, be throwing away everything you wear. Even so a two sizes too big white tank top that you sometimes sleep in is probably not the best idea.
- Wear sunscreen, we finished in 57 off minutes and my face and back are burned,
- Running down the last 10 yards of a very steep slope once coming off the ropes screaming “Watch out mother fuckers” will get a laugh from the ranger guy. I seriously had no idea how that was going to end. Process face planted on the same hill mere inches from a big rock, whew narrow miss there since it was my big idea to get her to do this race. Way to stick the landing Process!
- Following that performance up by responding to the comment ” Maybe the ranger guy can give you ride”, with “I don’t have the energy for sex right now” is somehow equally amusing to other Warriors.
- Once you fall going up a muddy slope you are pretty much fucked until you can use your knees as feet long enough to find a solid enough place to stand. This will result in some pretty ugly knees.
- Using your face, belly and knees to crawl up a slope is just as effective as staying on your feet.
- No one can help you once you are down, they want to, they will help you any other way, but they simply can’t because to do so will take them down too.
- Ropes get muddy and make using them to repel down slopes and haul yourself up steep mud slopes really interesting. Find a big burly guy to hold the rope and be sure to pat him on the way by and say thank you!
- Crab crawling, one legged surf sliding and flat out booty surfing are all perfectly acceptable methods of down hill “running”
- Warriors crawl, climb and slide through those ravines you see while hiking and think, “Holy crap I hope I don’t fall down there”
- While crawling up and down hay bales and rusty old boats with glass shards you will wonder how long it has been since your last tetanus shot.
- A quick huddle, yelling of good effort, good effort and high fives will keep you going to the next obstacle
- That damn swim is a LOT farther than you think it should be at mile 2+. Floating and using your arms to propel toward the platform has no shame.
- Pretty sure I douched with the cake batter mud, confirmed this while wiping at the gas station later and getting muddy tp…..yummy! Unsure of the medicinal properties of douching with mud. Alternately yelling “pretty sure I just douched with mud” will, again, make everyone around you laugh. At least I was good for comedic relief.
- The old insult ” Mud in your eye” may be actually harsher than F You or Up yours. Mud in your eye hurts like a mofo.
- Rope netting is a biatch!
- Jumping over fire is a bit scarier than you might think, even though you know you are soaked to the bone and covered in mud so nothing “should” catch on fire.
- Doing the leg float, arm crawl under barbed wire to an under an hour finish with 3 awesome Warriors…. priceless!
- Warrior bathing= dip in the lake followed by fire hose down.
I have raw ends of toes, raw ends of fingers, sun burnt back and face, scraped up knees, some kind of abrasion/puncture just below my belly button, sore shoulders and glutes and who know how many bruises still to surface and I totally cannot wait to do it next year!
Here is Process” take on the whole thing, I totally used my voodoo BGP Magic to get her to do it with me!