Monthly Archives: September 2012

Sleeping In


I slept in. Seriously, my kids asked if I was sick because I never, never sleep past 7:30 and that’s a late morning. But today I must have needed it because I woke up at 7:30, went to the bathroom, figured I’d just lay and relax for a few minutes and wake up slowly and when I opened my eyes it was 10.  TEN!!!!  Holy cow!  I feel like a new person today and very, very relaxed……

Tomorrow I have a trail race that I’m pretty excited about.  7.5 miles and hard on trails I’ve trained on – not regularly but enough to be familiar with the area.  I keep thinking race season is over and then the team finds another one, or I realize there’s one more….  After this I believe there are only 2 more for the year but don’t hold your breath….  I feel very blessed this year as far as races go.  I used to enter races and then took two years off from entering any events although I still ran very consistently all by my lonesome.  I decided I missed the events so this year my goal was to enter a couple.  To my amazement I had gotten faster, was asked to join my team and I’ve entered many more events than I had anticipated.  For a hard year financially that’s even more of a blessing.

At any rate, today will be a lazy day spending a few hours at the lake with our boat.  Some kids are going, some are hanging out at home.  Every once in a while it’s just good to have a down day no matter how you end up spending it…..  My thoughts, in part, are focused on tomorrows race, as well as the blessings in my life – my family, my friends, our home, my team….

Red Bull Mile


Until recently, I was not aware of the speed mile with drinking involved.  NOW I’ve heard of the beer mile, whiskey mile and tequila mile in various forms.  Usually held on a track, the object is to run a lap, drink, run a lap, drink, etc…  until all four laps are completed and all the drinks are gone.  The person who crosses the finish line first wins.  Naturally there are rules.  You must finish every drop of the drink.  You must put the cup in garbage can.  Not completing either of these results in penalty seconds.  Also, if you throw up it’s an automatic DQ.

How many laps you run to get your mile

I’m not a drinker so the only appeal for me is watching other people run around a track stopping to slam a drink and continue running until they start throwing up or get drunk.  Possibly both.  Capturing it on camera is even better!!

Our teams summer long Wednesday night track workout is at an end.   Wednesday nights are the most busy with my kids, so I’ve only been able to attend once to be part of the team picture for our next year.  Until two days ago.  Last track workout??  Red Bull mile??  Well, alrighty then!!  I rearranged driving with the kids (yes, it’s nice when you have a couple kids that drive!), fed them early, brought Chris and the 3 remaining kids to the track with me and was ready to get my Red Bull drink on.  Red Bull due to the track being at a school with football season in swing (no alcohol) and to make it easier for the teammates who aren’t of age.

Gabrielle’s self portrait – she was camera girl

 

Kezia and Samuel looking thrilled to be there cheering!

Chris was my “timer”

Red Bull (and juice boxes for the faint of heart)

I’m second from left in my “I’m getting ready” stance!!

On right standing like I’m all casual when in reality I was a nervous wreck!! Coach on left being bossy as usual…

We got broken down into groups by how fast we are.  I was in the Winged Women group (because Red Bull gives you wings!) which was the faster group with (I think?? 7 of us).  Timers started and we were off!!!  Run two laps, drink a Red Bull and run two more laps.  I was nervous about throwing up after the Red Bull.  I had never had one before, but I don’t like energy drinks as a whole and since I don’t drink them I assumed my stomach would rebel during the second 2 laps.  What I didn’t anticipate was how hard it would be to drink 8 oz of liquid at a fast pace.  It was SO much harder to drink that can than I imagined!!  Chris said it took me 36 seconds to get it down.

NO clue….

On left going strong!!

I finished my last 2 laps.  Lap 3 felt pretty good, but that last one I felt like my stomach was a balloon, I really did think I’d puke and I know I slowed down.  I finished 3rd with a total time of 7:36 – Chris said without the stop to drink I would have run the mile in under 7 minutes which I think is pretty fast.  Overall in the entire team only two people actually threw up (out of about 30) and we all had a blast.  It was fun to push hard but do it for fun and compete against each other – just a bunch of teammates that genuinely like each other.  Now about that beer mile…..

 

 

My First DuAthlon Experience


I’m anti multi-sport races. Why?? Because I don’t really do other sports. Not necessarily because I can’t or I’m not OK at them, but as a working wife and mom there are limited hours in the week that I can dedicate to training. Half marathons are my favorite because I can do one 12 mile run and a couple shorter runs every week all year long. Basically, it’s easy for me to maintain that schedule. I haven’t done a marathon because it’s twice the training.  I know this because I trained for two that I didn’t end up running.  Doubling my training can be done for one or maybe two events per year but it would take some rearranging and, quite frankly, I’m not willing to do that.  Same with multi-sport races.  I can swim and bike but to actually train to do an event would take some serious effort and at least double my training time.  So when my amazing coach (aka race director) posts and talks about the DuAthlon’s he puts on I politely tune him out.  Not my thing.  Until last weekend when my teammate Olivia asked me to be her partner.  She’s taking a break from running due to injury but her biking skills are off the chart.  So I was in!!

Entering an event as a relay is a double edged sword.  I feel more pressure to perform well because it’s not just my race result that matters.  I care about the other person.  It’s more fun because you get to share the adventure with someone else.  Olivia was the consummate partner.  We got to know each other better, we had SO much fun (really, it was ridiculous how much fun we had!!) and despite her work schedule she was able to stay the entire race which was a very pleasant surprise.

I ran the first 5K (and our competition was ahead by nearly 5 minutes – Sara is incredibly fast) and was happy with my results.  We high fived and Olivia was off to bike her 18 miles.  Not only did she make up that five minute gap and come in faster than she had anticipated, she added a cushion that made it so it was possible for us to win if my second 5K went well.  Sara is my teammate and my friend and I absolutely adore her.  She’s also in my age category and in every race we run, I know she’ll beat me.  It’s not just a small gap, she’s freakishly fast.  I knew that this would be the only race I could possibly beat her at.  At the half way mark of the second 5K, another teammate and friend at the aid station yelled, “Don’t let Sara pass you!!”  Ahhh…  So everyone was in on this little game….  Lovely!  As I rounded the corner to come down the final leg, I heard Olivia SCREAMING my name and I was so happy she was still there to see the finish!!  I picked up the pace and also heard footfalls gaining on me.  So I picked up the pace more.  So did the person behind me.  So I did.  I knew, just KNEW it was Sara so I gave it all I had.  My watch read a 4:40 pace for that section of the run.  At the very end, I was passed.  Since Sara is not the 25 year old attractive black man who passed me, I knew I had actually beat her.  Olivia was screaming, “WE WON!!  WE WON FIRST PLACE!!!  YOU DID IT!!”  Less than 2 minutes later, Sara came screaming across the finish line.  Bent over and panting, she looked at me and said, “All I kept trying to do was catch you! But I never saw you”  I said, “All I tried to do is not let you catch me.  This is the only time I’ll ever  beat you and I”m going to do a happy dance!”  And I did!!  Being teammates who like and respect each other makes competing actually fun.  Not cut throat, just giggle and hug fun.

Alex was the person who passed me.  He came up to me and asked me why I kept speeding up and I told him because he kept speeding up.  Duh!!  The energy of a Duathlon and a relay is so much bigger, so much more everything and I hope I get to do one again.

Color Me Rad 5K


Color Me Rad 5K hosted at UNR here in Reno was on my “to do” list of races until last month. With a $55 entry and other races with higher priority and a lower price tag, I decided I just couldn’t swing it.

Yesterday I visited my daughter Bri where she works at Reno Running Company where the packet pickup for the race was being held.  I brought her lunch and a treat because I’m that kind of Mom.  She had texted me earlier “Mom!!  I have a surprise for you!” so I was even more excited to stop by.  When I arrived she pulled out two comp tickets for the race for the two of us.  SURPRISE!!!!!  Sweet!!  So she and I did packet pickup for ourselves, decided immediately what matching outfits we’d wear and did a little happy dance.  So. Much. Happiness.

It was fun to do a 5K with no chip timing, no garmin, no water, no headphones.  It took us about half an hour to run it (with 4000 of our best friends).  For many people this was the first 5K or event they’d ever done.  The atmosphere was electric, upbeat, casual and just crazy.  At every turn we were pegged with corn starch color powder or drenched with color from volunteers packing hoses.  We saw several people we knew, met new faces and had a blast.

BEST SURPRISE FUN DATE WITH MY DAUGHTER EVER!!!!