Running another 13.1 ; 1 week post race day; 5-8 weeks till race day

It’s been another crazy week. I think right now they are all just going to be that way for awhile.

Last Saturday I ran my 2nd 13.1.  2:58.    It was an inaugural women’s only Half Marathon aka 13.1 miles, as in you can’t pick M as a sex and get a bib.  We saw at least one dude out on the pavement though, had to pass him just to be sure. It didn’t bother me,  but I did wonder why some dude would be so set on running a women’s only race.  I’m much more embracing of the rebel inside of all of us these days, so while I wanted to check out the proverbial balls on this dude,  kudos to him for having them.

The first  Half Marathon I did was with The Husband and a big deal in our area. There are bands all up and down the course, local, but still the entertainment is much appreciated.  There are tens of thousands of runners and walkers and there are thousands of people cheering for you as you make your way through the course.  Last weekend I found out what a real race is like.  Less than ten thousand people and not very much outside encouragement along the way. The fantastic thing is that those who do stay or come out to cheer are quite dedicated and every little bit of encouragement helps along the way.

It was due to be record breaking heat and the race started in the dark-ish at 7:05am. There were water stops at every single mile and I think we took advantage of them all.  NOTE to self, while pouring water on my head at every stop felt awesome, not noticing it was weighing down my skirt until mile 8 and it was too late was not fun.   an extra 8 water stops of a few ounces of water dumped onto your body at mile whatever feel like 20X the amount of weight by mile 11. Next time I will keep a better eye on how much of that water is going to start weighing me down.

We started out together all three of us and had a few delays and mishaps along the way for the first 4 miles.   The first step I discover I have very little sound in my ear  buds.  My job is the intervals it’s my iphone and Runkeeper that  coach us for this.  They have back-up watches, but literally it’s the VERY beginning.  We have to solve this problem.   I yank out the phones and ditch em in a trash can by mile marker 1, this means I will no longer have ANY music for the next 2.5 to 3 hours.   But our intervals will be intact.

The great headphone debacle was followed by some intense calf pain in hood running buddy that needed physical and emotional attention.  This is always frustrating at the beginning of a race, because it is when you are the strongest both emotionally and physically and every second you are not GOING while you have this strength is another second added on your finish time.   I had a goal of 2:45, this doesn’t really matter in that moment because to me getting everyone simply TO the finish line is the most important part of the day.  We didn’t train this hard to not push through it. So between the 3 of us we analyze and work to solve the problem, finally around mile 4 we are back in business as a happy group.

A nice surprise at Mile 6 is our friend who plans to meet us at mile 10 and see us home.   It’s also Gu and  Sport Beans time, we fuel as we walk an interval.  She checks in  and heads to 10 to wait.  Only 4 more miles to 10 we think.  And then we settle into the business of getting there.   They run faster and I can typically walk faster so we take turns pulling and closing distance between us during the next 4 miles.   The general runner etiquette is if you are stronger and I am not,  go.   We have had some practice with this arrangement on the two long runs all 3 of us made as a group.   This makes for great fun starting at about mile oh 9 maybe when I start to get tired and the girls  get ahead of me by about 30 yards and stay there.  Finally I just tell them they are on their own for intervals. Sorry to any of you ladies in that race that had to put up with me shouting walk now or run now at you but not FOR you.

Other than that this race was pretty uneventful. At Mile 10  our friend met us and they stopped, but I pressed on knowing I was getting close to really tired and loopy walking time. When I get tired I actually walk faster than I move in run posture. Even The Husband has to jog to keep up with my fast walk.    By 11ish the group catches up to me and our friend stays back with me so I have company.   I’m having a great race emotionally, but I am quite pleased for the extra boost of someone to actually talk to because I have had no music of any kind for the entire race and man sometimes that just sucks.   She walks and runs and talks with me until we come around the corner for the finish. Having her there made the last 2+ miles go super fast.  I get geared into running posture and she stays with me till the last tenth or so of the race and sprint across the finish line at 2:58 alone.    My 2nd medal is hung on my neck, I get a little teary eyes but hold it together since there isn’t anyone there to cry about it to anyway. My Husband and kids didn’t make it time for any of the race or finish.

Within an hour I’m showering at Lefty’s to go away for  a fabulous weekend of relaxing.

The next race is either 5 or 8 weeks away depending on which one I do.  I have completed 2 now, I suppose I can say  “I’m a runner. I run Half Marathons”…..


Running in the Dark; Running out of time; 1 week till Race Day

This is one of my favorite running songs.

Running in the dark:

If I had  been less busy or better prepared, or maybe just spent less time playing random grabass  last week I would of written a post called Running in the dark is great for your pace.   The problem with running in the dark being great for your pace is the motivating factor behind this is not some magical environmental thing that happens when it finally gets dark outside thereby rendering your body free of all the weight that daylight brings or some other  such zen running crap.   It’s just your basic FEAR.  I’ve always considered myself more of a fight vs. flight girl.  But I can now tell you that if I ever decide to make the flight choice I’m better prepared for what that is going to feel like.    It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done a proper running post and the last few weeks of training have blended together a bit in my mind.   Except for one thing, running in the dark  when you weren’t planning on it.  Twice at the end of long runs, running buddy and I have been caught in the dark.  The first time on the country roads  with no sidewalks we  have on most of the roads near us along with unlit asphalt hood paths, with all kinds of cracks and valleys in the pavement and no lighting.  We ran quickly because we wanted OFF the pavement and back onto the slightly less treacherous paths.  We were unprepared for night running and were a little at the mercy of the cars coming toward us, it was not a fun mile or so.   White hats and white shoes was about it, and I’m tell you all bravery aside it wasn’t enough.   She had just joined me on the last 4 miles of my 8.0 and I should of been just beaten, but during the 5th mile I was seriously booking it.      The only other time I’ve been that scared of cars while running was over the winter on the ice on the pavement in rush hour traffic.   I’m adding flashing safety lighting to my list which also includes arm warmers I want to wear on Saturday, but that’s another running topic.    Sigh, yeah, sometimes we are not smart girls.   As we carefully navigated the darker hood paths we talked about how it was indeed getting darker sooner and we would need to plan better to be safer on our evening runs.

So a few short days later we were standing on the paved rail trail  for what we thought was plenty of time for our 9.0.  The problem was that a-it wasn’t really enough time for our 9.0 b- our 9.0 turned into 9.71 and c- the adventures during that 9.71 were plentiful and added time as well as distance to our run. Somehow we found ourselves in what felt like complete darkness for the last 1.5 miles or so.   This trail closes at dusk, for a reason. Well for several reasons,  including it’s not lit, there are multiple tunnels and  complete tree overhangs, it’s an easy go to place for pervs to attack running women.   We get through the first bit knowing we are running to population, a street crossing with shops etc.  We run the last bit to the car, and it’s further than we think, and the trail is getting less and less populated even by the bikers on it past curfew.  Usually I am a bastion of bravery.  But this is a bit creepy, a little horror movie. It’s beautiful and scary all at the same time.  We are tired mentally and physically because we have been running for 2+ hours.  No one wants to say out loud they are scared, finally I do it.  “I’m starting to get freaked out you’re too far ahead of me”.   We close our gap.  There are two of us I breathe in.   Do I have fight left in me, I breathe out slowly? I decide I do and so I relax a little bit to try to enjoy the scenery and the moment, being on this trail in this darkness is not likely to happen to me again, I want to try to enjoy it. It is eerily haunting and beautiful and terrifying all at once.    We finally make it back to the car and then we can relax and laugh at our stupidity all the way home, while making plans to be more safe as the  days get shorter. I swear….

Running out of time:

Later today I’ll be putting in my final 10.o before the Women’s Half Marathon  Race on Saturday.  I have only today and two short keep the legs warm and worked runs ahead of me.  I managed to score my new shoes on Tuesday during lunch and break them in Tuesday night.  I only have to buy arm warmers and give them a try  before race day. I try to follow the NOTHING NEW ON RACE DAY, rule.    Runny buddy and I have discussed outfits, we both tend to race in whatever we trained most in.  I still have to solve a sport beans carrying issue, but I’m giving that a dry run tonight.   I must go fill up the Diet Mt Dew cup with water NOW before I even write any further….ok now, where was  I.    We have rides to and from worked out. She is driving us down there because I am leaving directly from the Half Marathon to go on the annual Labor Day BGC  Family trip to the Chateau.   The Family and Dog will have to meet me near the end of the race and cheer us on.  A mutual friend  is meeting us at a specific spot near the end to run the last few , the hardest, the most wrenching emotionally and on your body miles with us. To renew us with her spirit and her energy.   Almost all of the plans are laid and just have to be executed.  We’ve set the goal, we made the plan, we each stuck to it as best we could, and we are ready.  This will be my buddies very first 13.1.  She is anxious about her ability. I think she discounts the 38.4 two day walk she has under her belt too much. She is a badass, she just doesn’t believe it quite fully herself yet Or maybe hse knows but just doesn’t like to let herself get too cocky, I really haven’t known her all that long.  I can tell you that running with her and in front of and behind her has brought us closer than  we ever would of gotten in passing at neighborhood events or FB status updates.   My running buddy is my friend now.  Along the way to becoming my friend she was  my confessor, my coach,  my commiserater.    My only goal for Saturday is to be able to hang with her for the entire thing so we can look at each other and give the nod.  “We got this, let’s go girl” as we  sprint, run, jog, walk, stumble, crawl or whatever we have to do to get it  across that finish line.  Hopefully somewhere in the 2:45-2:55 mark.

Then it will be straight to family vacation time and  I can spend a week reveling in the soreness and glory that comes with another (hopefully)  13.1 medal on  my dreams board.   Before I dive in and continue to train for the next one.   Which is November 5.  If I’m feeling really freaky I’ll run the hilly one on October 15, but I don’t really see that happening.  Right now I just need to keep plugging away at the list of things to do while  looking forward to the  10.0 waiting for me before dark and the 2+ hours that gives me of running therapy.


Running sick. Running in the rain. 4 weeks till Race Day

This stall is so small I had to open the door to get the pic. Apparently I ran with my gangsta hat on.

For starters it really isn’t 4 weeks until Race Day.  It’s 4  Saturdays until Race Day.   LAST week, Running buddy and I both slacked off.  We skipped our Sunday 7 miles and I pretended I was already on my Chi town vacation by drinking vodka with SIL.   I did technically put 4 miles in along Lake Michigan on Tuesday, but given my condition it hardly counts as true training.  Considering  a threaded topic was whether or not I was indeed going to puke again that morning while running. I haven’t done that yet and to be honest I’m sort of nostalgically looking forward to my first run exerted puke session.   Alas it was not  to be on  Tuesday.  So last week was a big 4 mile week.  This means that because the race is only 4 weeks away that THERE WILL BE NO MORE SCREWING AROUND WITH TRAINING.

Which also meant when the  tell tale my lips are really dry and a few sneezes here and there over the last two weeks finally came to a head and I succumbed to an awful head cold with nasty typhoid Mary cough; that i had no choice but to be a badass, suck it up and run the scheduled 7.0 on Sunday.   Now in all fairness I managed to suck it up just fine for a concert the night before.  So I really had no excuses to not run, other than I had doubts of if I would even be able to breathe, like at all.   It’s usually my responsibility to plan the running buddy route, so I planned for 3 loops, 2 small and one large taking us past our hood entrance for water stops.  i figured I could make it through 2 miles no matter what and I could bail on her if I had to after the first water stop.  But I also took very precaution I could to ensure I was fueled, hydrated and nasally dried out before we started.  Running buddy and I knocked out 7.21 fabulous miles on Sunday night.  We literally rocked it.  I   had very little cold symptoms while sweating it out.  I felt great when we were done and great for the rest of the night.  And then I woke Monday morning feeling just awful.   All day it was  Dayquil. Finally at like 3 am on

Wet running skirts do a good job of staying down

Monday night I took Deslym, I doubt my family slept well with all the coughing either.

Tuesday morning I canceled the kids dentist appts because I just wasn’t going to be up to taking them.   And all day long I tried to decide if I was going to make the drive downtown to  do the big group class/run.  Again I was worried about ability to breathe.  But again I decided I better just do it and headed downtown. I was smart this time, no more changing in the tiny cramped, hot  church bathroom. I arrived dressed, heart rate monitored up and ready to go.  All I had to do was stretch through the last 20 minutes of the class and then get in the 4.o mile group.   I couldn’t figure out why it seemed like it was such a light group and then  as we started out I got a look at the sky and felt the breeze.   A storm was coming.  This is my thoughts on choosing whether or not to train in rain.  If it rains during the 13.1 miles are you just going to quit? Um no you are not, so put your big girl panties on and run.  Within the first 1/4  mile the sky opened up and started just pouring down in driving sheets of rain.  The wind was strong and someone made a comment about what fun it would be on the bridge, up hill.     I have run in the rain before and to be honest I kind of like it.    It’s sort of like being a kid all over again.    I’ll admit  I was a little scared running in the oil slick street crossing because those damn white lines are slick  when they are wet. But I remembered I’d done this before and if I just kept my cool I’d keep my footing.   Some runners went around the puddles in long arcs to avoid them. To me that is juts extra effort to avoid wet feet you are going to get anyway so I splashed right through  the puddles.  I briefly worried about blisters but after the water stop and heading back down the bridge my feet felt wet, but still great and I hoped my socks would sit just right.   The other great thing about rain running is if you are wearing a skirt it gets wet and stays down.  I am ALWAYS worried that my skirt is flipping up and showing my boy short inner liner covered ass while I’m running .  Rain alleviates that fear.  I don’t do intervals on Tuesdays, well not planned ones. I just run until I need to walk and then run again as soon as I can breathe to do it. Yesterday I mostly ran and it felt great.   I also got a little closer to the fast group  this time. It was  even still a good run when I went one block too far and had to run down a busy bar and restaurant street.  Oops vanity will propel you quite quickly.   4.49 miles later I was ready to change into some dry clothes and head out.

The only thing I DON”T like about rain running is trying to get tight soaked sweaty clothing off.   I swear I have some kind of irrational fear

Prune feet after wresting off the soaked clothing. I assure you I am standing. 🙂

of getting pinned in a shirt.  I feel like i have wide shoulders and I’m always wrestling myself into and out of running clothing that appears to fit just dandy once on.   Tomorrow is another 4, and I suppose I have to also find a way to do that cross training I promised running buddy I would do as well.


A runnning story during bitch week- 6 weeks till race day

I am entered to run a Half Marathon for Women Only in my state over Labor Day weekend.   Like a lot of races,  when you sign up and pay your entry fee they offer you a chance to pay even more money to join the training program.   Now I don’t know about you lovies, but I seem to work harder and do better on the running front when there are other eyes on me.  Plus if I’ve spent money to do something then logic would have it that I should be more invested in  seeing that money put to good use.

The Husband and I paid for a training program for our first Half Marathon through our local Y.  It was wonderful!  Three days a week there was a scheduled run. Mondays were the short day, we started at 2 miles and worked up to  never more than 4.  Wednesdays was the long run, and Saturday morning was a tempo run. A tempo run is supposed to be run quickly, at Race Pace.  I don’t have a race pace so the 45 minute Saturday run was more like another chance for me to put in  3 or 4 miles.   I had an injury about 4 weeks into the program and missed a lot of runs, but there were also MANY hours I logged on ellipticals  and cross trainers in  the wellness center while my husband and other running buddies were outside.   In the end I had to run that race with far less training than I should of had, but it was also easier than I thought it would be.   That first one was in May, this one is in  very early September.  What’s the difference you ask..  HEAT and HUMIDITY.

I learned to run outside in winter. In the cold, on the ice and snow, in the spring rain.  As a novice runner I  was not yet aware of how absolutely powerful  running in extreme weather  makes you feel..after you’re done.    The Y program was a set 3 days a week, one short day, one long day and one tempo day. There were opportunities  to stay and listen to speakers and also opportunities for extra strength work after the tempo run, but these things were OPTIONAL.  This new program is only on Tuesday nights. And I skipped the first month of sessions because they were meetings only. I don’t need meetings, I need running. And the running was promised to start last night and go every Tuesday from now until November 8. Long enough to get me through 3 local Half Marathons should I choose to run all 3.

Two weeks ago I logged 15 run miles, last week in the heat wave I logged a whopping 4.  And even that was indoors on a treadmill.  My neighborhood running buddy keeps me motivated and accountable to our weekly long run, a cornerstone to  any distance training program.  We both agreed we did not have a long run in us in the heat so we skipped the long one at the start of the heat wave.    I can run all the days a week I want, but if I  don’t get those  long ever building distance runs completed  I am not going to have as much confidence on race day as I’d like.  Guilt and the looming race date pushed us  to getting our 6 in this past Sunday.  We started at 6am. The  moon was still in the sky. It was the morning light of I just got home from the bar and need to fall in bed, not hey let’s go run 6 miles before it gets to hot to breathe.   It was hard, we do intervals and there  were more than a few that seemed like 30 minutes  instead of 3. But we did it,  at a decent pace for the heat and I got to run OUT to the moon and BACK to the sunrise, a nice switch. The sunrise was glorious and even though I was exhausted for the rest of the day,  I  felt mentally and physically strengthened for what was coming on Tuesday.

I’ve been a bit bitchy this week. Partly because it’s bitch week.  TMI alert: I  don’t have periods b/c I’ve had an ablation and have no uterine lining, but I have all my parts so I still get ALL the symptoms.   Yeah I am wondering too why I just felt the need to give you a TMI alert about periods but will switch to details about sex like it’s nothing, shrugs. It is what it is.    Anyway, It’s bitch week, The Husband is gone in LA for most of the week,  school is quickly approaching, I have a trip to finish planning and packing for next week, I have two kids in two swim lessons a week, in two different pools at two different but overlapping times.  Work is getting to the point that I feel like I’m only treading water, my house is a DISASTER, my kitchen literally smells right now.    All of this frustrates me because I’m NOT screwing around multiple hours a day and night in  chat rooms with boys anymore so I SHOULD be able to get and stay ahead.   But this is not happening.  I feel sometimes like I am living my life in about 8 hour increments and have no ability to actually  get  caught up on on my mother, household, work and friend duties.   I haven’t had very much  alone time in the last week. I KNOW I’m an extravert but I NEED copious amounts of time I can be alone with my thoughts. I am not fun to be around if I don’t get this break.   If I’m not getting alone time at home, I steal it in the car or on runs.   But that alone is not enough.  I HAVE to have alone in the home office time and that is not coming until sweet sweet tomorrow!!!

So I got up yesterday at the crack of dawn, took a shower, packed up my work gear, my running gear and my biscuits for the company fund raiser breakfast.  I got to the office by 7:45.  I was excited because the training program is downtown. score for being able to have a super long work day in the office every Tuesday and double score for getting to run downtown. I don’t start looking up where I have to be  until after the fund raiser breakfast is over.  And then I make the discovery.  This program is going to hold me captive in a CLASS for the first who knows how long each Tuesday until it lets me out onto the pavement to have my therapy.     I have an attitude about having to sit through class, an attitude about the fact there is limited and closely stacked parking at this place,  anxiety about do I change at work or there, oh and there is NO SAFE PLACE to store my stuff, other than the trunk of the Lexus, because we are running downtown.   And  the icing on the cake is that I didn’t fuel well yesterday so I arrive to run almost sick with hunger, and  I forgot the body glide.   But dammit I am going to suck it up and just do this. So I begin to sit in a pew near the back middle and attempt to listen to this guy speak. It’s brutal. No disrespect to him, he’s been a runner for 60 years.  But I can hardly hear, he is talking a different running/training language than I am used to appears to be going all over the place. Dude I am just here to RUN, please release us to RUN, for the LOVE OF GOD let me outside into the heat and humidity so no one has to meet bitchy Lola today.    He asks for show of hands who is planning to run today, less than HALF of us raise our hands.   There are murmurs of surprise so many people are headed out in this heat.    I am running in this heat, I feel like badass.   Then he puts the next slide up. According to him I  need to be  logging 18-22 miles a week,  running 4 days a week and   my longest run should be 6-8 right now.  Um, what? I’m so not there. I’m close, and our long run is ok, but we are 6 weeks to race day and I need to get up to a 10 2 weeks prior to the race. OK we should be ok track for that… but holy crap I feel behind on my RUNNING now. The thing that keeps me sane is just another thorn in my side for the moment.

FINALLY they release us outside to run.   The coach divides us up by who is going  2, 3, or 4.  I’m going 4.   There a lots of things I want to write about running in groups of people you don’t  know, the rules of pace and going ahead and etc.  But this is getting long and  I have a mountain of a list so I will just cut to the  recap.

I LOVED running downtown, loved running in a big spread out group again.   I learned a new skill called not really stopping at the light unless you have to. This can be accomplished one of two ways.  You can either run the light because the street is only 2-4  lanes wide and traffic is light  enough, or you can SPRINT to get to the light and across before the light turns red and captures you standing on the wrong side, not running, with your run keeper clock tick ticking away the time and eroding your pace.    The heat sucked and made breathing hard,  add that to my lack of fuel and I felt like I was  going  to puke until about mile 3.  The heat and humidity screwed with my breathing and stamina and I had to walk just about as much as I ran.   But I still finished all 4.34 of that run, I made some new new running friends, I am better prepared for what to do next Tuesday on the logistics of clothes and parking and such.   And wait for it….my pace was  12:45.   Only :45 per mile more to shave off over the course of 13.1 miles to meet my 2:45  finish goal on  the Women’s Half.    I’m getting better, even on bad days if you keep training you will get better.

Here is one of my favorite running playlist songs.   It’s not super fast but it has a great steady beat and good lyrics.  I’ve run many a final sprint to this song.


Out to the sunset, back to the moonrise- 7 weeks till race time

July 2011 Full Moon

This week I logged 15 run miles.  The most since training for the 13.1 in early May.

5  Sunday

3 Tuesday

4 Wednesday

2.75 last night-unplanned, but much needed and followed by a VERY cold beer

I know I’ve said before that running is good for you mentally. I don’t think I can stress enough how much this is true.  I have found that a  a run can erase up to 50%  of the impact of the stresses in my life and the help me process all of the items competing for my attention and time in my head.   I’ve worked out many a seemingly impossible conundrum in my head on a run.   Running takes me from  stressed, worked up or over analyzing whatever to calm, strong and centered.  If I’m happy running makes me happier. There is really no such thing as a bad run, there just isn’t. Even the runs that my body won’t cooperate for, or my mind lets negative thoughts in the weather doesn’t cooperate all serve to make me stronger.   It makes me a better mother, a better wife and a better friend.

I kicked it into gear this week for several reasons.  For starters I have a 13.1 race in 7 short weeks and  though I’ve signed up for the race itself and the training program, I hadn’t yet started to take training seriously.   This week that changed.  A neighbor friend is also running the race and invited me to her 5 mile training run/walk on Sunday.   She runs/walks in intervals 3 min run and walks 5 min.  I felt I would rather just run the whole thing and get it over with, but it wasn’t my party and It’s not like I was going to get  through all 5 miles without having to walk at all.     I tell so many people what to do and problem solve for them all week at work  and home with the kids that sometimes I just prefer to put myself in the back seat and go with the flow.    I have run a handful of times since  May, and since then in my state the heat and humidity has descended.  The sun is hot and unrelenting and the air  is so thick here  some days it  almost has to be chewed before breathing it in.   I have heard lots and lots about this this interval timed run/walk approach. I’ve seen it in the sling shotting back and forth of passing and then being passed by other runners in my pace group of races.   But I hadn’t yet tried it.  And I have to tell you after I did I think I kind of like it.

We did the 5 miles on Sunday night and started at about 8:30 ish.  Which means we were running to both the sunset and the moon rise.  I trained a lot at dusk/dark for the Mini and the seeing the moon big and full is a thing for me.  It’s so awesome to head out to sunset and back to moon rise. Especially when the moon is so big and full like it has been this week.   She is a few weeks ahead of me in her training and by far the better athlete of the two of us.   She kept us on tack for the intervals and as we talked and ran and walked the miles and time went by quite quickly.     I liked knowing that I could push myself as hard as I liked for just 3 minutes. I liked knowing it was going to be OK to walk and that I knew when I’d stop walking and start running again.  It removed the internal head battle I often get if my body won’t do what my mind and spirit wants it to.   We did pretty well pace wise with that approach and on Wednesday when we ran again at night our pace got better.   Whenever I am struggling on a run I simply like to remind myself that as long as I keep moving forward I will never be weaker than I am right in this moment.  As we continue to train in this heat and humidity we will get stronger, our pace will increase, our bodies will chew through that thick air faster and spit it out in breath that can propel us in sprints for 3 minutes at a time.   Quitting smoking has also helped b/c I no longer have to spit up nasty ash laden hockers on the side of the road.  Pretty, I know…

Today is a rest day, which will culminate in getting very dressed up, putting on high heels drinking Vodka and dancing.  Then on Sunday we will do 6 more, out and back to the sunset and the moonrise, one mile at a time.