How long have you known me to talk about the Chicago Half Marathon? Months, right? I signed up for this thing in JANUARY for Pete's sake! This whole race season, all's I'm thinking about is Chicago...train for Lincoln, I'm thinking Chicago. Kearney half...Chicago. Now I that I SHOULD be in the middle of training for Chicago, meh, not so much.
WHY???????????????
Reasons? Nope, excuses. Distractions, a ton of 'em. Injuries, yep. Fat Connie, sitting right smack dab in the middle of my brain. Besides, this is my third half marathon this year, so I KNOW I can do it, right?
It's not like I'm NOT training...hell, I have ran a race all but two weekends since Kearney in June...(But I'm not sticking to a training regimen like I was for Lincoln in April.)
I also (recently) found something out for sure. Slower runners will get to finish and not be swept, or picked up by a bus. I've been toiling about that all year long.
So what's the difference? I know I have to push myself, but not as hard as I've been thinking to make the cut.
Do I still want to get better and run faster than when I started 2 years ago? Yes, so there should be NO reason to not want to keep pushing myself to be better. So here we are, back at square one, WANTING to keep pushing myself to be better. It's week 4 of training and I'm FINALLY pulling my training schedule out again and will continue to follow it until Chicago half finally comes.
I'm back in the game, distractions and all, and am DETERMINED to do my best with 20 thousand other runners on September 9th. BRING IT!
Four miler plus a Zumba class in 6 hours. Hard work, dedication!
Zumbarunner...whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sheer Randomness
Hey there...Zumbarunner here. Yes, I know it's been a few weeks. I've been finding it difficult to blog lately for fear of having nothing at all interesting to say, or saying the wrong thing and pissing someone off. I have had too many "foot in mouth" moments lately, and have found it best just to shut up and go on my way.
Lately, though...I've been trying to find my voice again. Oh, it's not easy by any stretch of the imagination, but a few things have happened this past few weeks that have allowed my voice to come back, if only as a whisper.
As I continue on my journey, I am reminded of so many great people who I encounter, throughout the days. These stories are soon to follow, but in the meantime, I encourage everyone to try to find your voice.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Lately, though...I've been trying to find my voice again. Oh, it's not easy by any stretch of the imagination, but a few things have happened this past few weeks that have allowed my voice to come back, if only as a whisper.
As I continue on my journey, I am reminded of so many great people who I encounter, throughout the days. These stories are soon to follow, but in the meantime, I encourage everyone to try to find your voice.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
REDEEMED!
Have you ever worked hard at something only to have so many things go wrong, you didn't feel worthy of doing it in the first place? It can either be through work, through personal relationships, through sports...whatever.
I had that happen many times, but one thing that stands out is my performance at the Buffalo County Stampede last year. In case you're wondering, the Stampede is a half marathon (13.1 miles) that's been going here in Kearney for 6 years. So here's the deal.
Last year I started running (January 2011). I could barely make it a block let alone 13 miles. I started because someone (my physical therapist) 11 years ago told me I shouldn't. I had asked her if I'd ever be able to run again during pt from my car accident in which I broke my left collarbone and right ankle. She said no, don't even try. I thought that was a weird statement coming from a physical therapist, so I took it as a challenge...for 10 YEARS! Looking back, I think I can finally understand why she said that because I was heavier back then. Let me tell you, when you get into a car accident, have to move back home because of it, have your whole world flipped completely upside down, live with your folks because you can't drive, eat mom's delicious home cooking, and lead a sedentary life because of broken bones, the pounds pack on.
Ok, back to the point. This whole "challenge" thing had been sitting on the back burner of my brain for 10 years. Finally in January last year, I took that challenge head on. I had already started walking around the neighborhood for a few months previous, throwing in a block or two of running, but in January, I officially started.
It wasn't pretty, hell, it still isn't pretty...lol...but I joined the Y, and every week just started pushing myself to do a little bit more, then a little bit more. Four months later a friend of mine told me she'd run my first 2 mile race with me. A few days later I found one...Race For Grace in Grand Island, and held my friend to her promise. By the way, your welcome Stace, and thank you!
That race was totally tough, but I got officially hooked! Many of you might have seen my photo with the 10k sign which was also held at the same race. Little did I know that would be my next challenge just a month later. After doing a 10k here in Kearney, another one of my friends asked me if I was going to sign up for the Buffalo Co. Stampede in June and she was thinking about it. Was she crazy? Was I crazy? By this time I had done my first 10k, (6.2 miles), but had never thought i'd be able to go 13.1 miles. So I took it as a challenge. Thanks Cathy!
With no formal training, I just started plugging away, adding more time and miles each week. Finally, here came the Buffalo County Stampede, and everything that could go wrong went wrong, right from the beginning. Mother nature, in her infinite wisdom, made sure I missed the gun time because of "bathroom necessities". Great, I started late...ok, so I didn't start with the pack. Oh, did I mention I'm a slow runner? So here I am running my own race, WAY behind the pack. Now, one of the main jobs for a runner is to know the route. Well, I knew for the most part...and I'm not proud of this, but I missed the turnaround at mile 7 by about a half mile after another "pit stop". By the time I figured out that I didn't see the 7 mile marker I was already a mile back. Let me tell you, running that far for ANY runner, experienced or not, is mostly mental preparedness. The last 6 miles was the toughest I'd ever experience mentally and emotionally. With each step I was beating myself up because I knew in my heart I wouldn't completely finish the race. I was sore, my big toe was hurting, my whole body was in pain, my mind was completely spent, I was done, but I DID cross the finish line in 4 hours, 4 minutes, and 10 seconds, and totally mortified.
FAST FORWARD TO BUFFALO COUNTY STAMPEDE 2012. Time for REDEMPTION! I was ready for today. I had NO "bathroom necessities" at the gun start, I was able to start with the pack, I felt good. Now I'm not the fastest runner, and everyone knows it. Regardless, I kept running. I saw everyone separate from me, but it was ok. I run my own race at every single race. I kept plugging away, listening to my tunes, watching the various wildlife run around, every once in a while chanting my "NO MIND" mantra in my head, continuing to focus on the run. I tried to encourage anyone I met on the way back, I saw some friends along the way, but was DETERMINED to get to mile 7, and BY GOD I DID! I even high fived the sign, asked the volunteers if I officially made the turnaround, and when they said yes, I was ECSTATIC! Just KNOWING I made the turnaround was the BEST feeling, but I also knew I wasn't done, not by a long shot!
I still had 6 miles left to go. Although emotionally I felt good, it's still a mental challenge to get to the finish. I thought for the first half of the race I was last, but that changed when the last person passed me, the mental part took over again, but I was determined to not let it get to me. Fast forward to the last couple miles of the race, I tried as hard as I could to pick up the pace, but I was developing a callous, my back was hurting, and was finding it hard to focus. There was no way I was going to hit my goal time of 3:45. Finally, at the last half mile of the race, I was met by a few Kearney Runners (tremendously faster and better than me, we're talking Boston Marathoner better) encouraging me to pick up the pace and finish strong, and it helped! THANKS GUYS! I finished in 3:57:31 and PROUDLY received my finisher's medal! REDEMPTION SERVED! 5.5 minutes faster than last year, 55 seconds faster than Lincoln, and finally a sense of COMPLETION!
Now on to Chicago in September, with a few 5k's, 10k's and intense training thrown in the mix!
Redemption feels GREAT!
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
I had that happen many times, but one thing that stands out is my performance at the Buffalo County Stampede last year. In case you're wondering, the Stampede is a half marathon (13.1 miles) that's been going here in Kearney for 6 years. So here's the deal.
Last year I started running (January 2011). I could barely make it a block let alone 13 miles. I started because someone (my physical therapist) 11 years ago told me I shouldn't. I had asked her if I'd ever be able to run again during pt from my car accident in which I broke my left collarbone and right ankle. She said no, don't even try. I thought that was a weird statement coming from a physical therapist, so I took it as a challenge...for 10 YEARS! Looking back, I think I can finally understand why she said that because I was heavier back then. Let me tell you, when you get into a car accident, have to move back home because of it, have your whole world flipped completely upside down, live with your folks because you can't drive, eat mom's delicious home cooking, and lead a sedentary life because of broken bones, the pounds pack on.
Ok, back to the point. This whole "challenge" thing had been sitting on the back burner of my brain for 10 years. Finally in January last year, I took that challenge head on. I had already started walking around the neighborhood for a few months previous, throwing in a block or two of running, but in January, I officially started.
It wasn't pretty, hell, it still isn't pretty...lol...but I joined the Y, and every week just started pushing myself to do a little bit more, then a little bit more. Four months later a friend of mine told me she'd run my first 2 mile race with me. A few days later I found one...Race For Grace in Grand Island, and held my friend to her promise. By the way, your welcome Stace, and thank you!
That race was totally tough, but I got officially hooked! Many of you might have seen my photo with the 10k sign which was also held at the same race. Little did I know that would be my next challenge just a month later. After doing a 10k here in Kearney, another one of my friends asked me if I was going to sign up for the Buffalo Co. Stampede in June and she was thinking about it. Was she crazy? Was I crazy? By this time I had done my first 10k, (6.2 miles), but had never thought i'd be able to go 13.1 miles. So I took it as a challenge. Thanks Cathy!
With no formal training, I just started plugging away, adding more time and miles each week. Finally, here came the Buffalo County Stampede, and everything that could go wrong went wrong, right from the beginning. Mother nature, in her infinite wisdom, made sure I missed the gun time because of "bathroom necessities". Great, I started late...ok, so I didn't start with the pack. Oh, did I mention I'm a slow runner? So here I am running my own race, WAY behind the pack. Now, one of the main jobs for a runner is to know the route. Well, I knew for the most part...and I'm not proud of this, but I missed the turnaround at mile 7 by about a half mile after another "pit stop". By the time I figured out that I didn't see the 7 mile marker I was already a mile back. Let me tell you, running that far for ANY runner, experienced or not, is mostly mental preparedness. The last 6 miles was the toughest I'd ever experience mentally and emotionally. With each step I was beating myself up because I knew in my heart I wouldn't completely finish the race. I was sore, my big toe was hurting, my whole body was in pain, my mind was completely spent, I was done, but I DID cross the finish line in 4 hours, 4 minutes, and 10 seconds, and totally mortified.
FAST FORWARD TO BUFFALO COUNTY STAMPEDE 2012. Time for REDEMPTION! I was ready for today. I had NO "bathroom necessities" at the gun start, I was able to start with the pack, I felt good. Now I'm not the fastest runner, and everyone knows it. Regardless, I kept running. I saw everyone separate from me, but it was ok. I run my own race at every single race. I kept plugging away, listening to my tunes, watching the various wildlife run around, every once in a while chanting my "NO MIND" mantra in my head, continuing to focus on the run. I tried to encourage anyone I met on the way back, I saw some friends along the way, but was DETERMINED to get to mile 7, and BY GOD I DID! I even high fived the sign, asked the volunteers if I officially made the turnaround, and when they said yes, I was ECSTATIC! Just KNOWING I made the turnaround was the BEST feeling, but I also knew I wasn't done, not by a long shot!
I still had 6 miles left to go. Although emotionally I felt good, it's still a mental challenge to get to the finish. I thought for the first half of the race I was last, but that changed when the last person passed me, the mental part took over again, but I was determined to not let it get to me. Fast forward to the last couple miles of the race, I tried as hard as I could to pick up the pace, but I was developing a callous, my back was hurting, and was finding it hard to focus. There was no way I was going to hit my goal time of 3:45. Finally, at the last half mile of the race, I was met by a few Kearney Runners (tremendously faster and better than me, we're talking Boston Marathoner better) encouraging me to pick up the pace and finish strong, and it helped! THANKS GUYS! I finished in 3:57:31 and PROUDLY received my finisher's medal! REDEMPTION SERVED! 5.5 minutes faster than last year, 55 seconds faster than Lincoln, and finally a sense of COMPLETION!
Now on to Chicago in September, with a few 5k's, 10k's and intense training thrown in the mix!
Redemption feels GREAT!
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The Buck Stops Here
This installment has been a long time coming; three weeks in fact. In that amount of time I ran my first of three half marathons for the year (Lincoln), put in tons of hours at work immediately following that weekend, and, to put it bluntly, I lost my motivation and focus.
The excuses? There's plenty. The reasons? Are there really any reasons? Not really. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to figure out the difference between reason and excuse. I can blame sheer exhaustion for a lot of my lack of motivation and focus, but in the end, it comes down to me.
This lack of motivation and focus has led to poor judgement, as it usually does with everybody. I was (and still am) on the quest for the perfect bavarian filled chocolate bismarck. I've been eating TONS of junk food and fast food, and spent way too much money while doing it; $35 in the past 2 weeks alone, and gained a few pounds in the process. I knew that was wrong, but I continued to do it, and in the process, Fat Connie crept from the back of my mind to the front of my mind.
So? Here's what's "So". The Buck Stops Here. I can CHANGE this and turn it into a POSITIVE.
I'm human. I should be allowed to make mistakes and fall off the wagon, but if I continue to do that, I'll let Fat Connie win the war. That's NOT about to happen. This lack of motivation and focus has also spurred me to get BACK on the wagon. During this past week I have started running and tracking my food intake again, and am focusing on my next half marathon (Buffalo County Stampede) on June 10th.
Today I watched the French Open first round match between #111 world ranked Virginnie Serrano and #5 world ranked Serena Williams. As you can imagine, Serena was easily favored to win, with 5 unbeaten records leading into the match, including the most consecutive first round wins (46). Both women struggled during the whole match, and Serena should have even won in the second set, being ahead 5-1. You could even see the emotion in Serena's face during her struggle to maintain the edge and was hard to watch. During the THREE HOUR match, Virginnie cramped, even lost points due to shouting during 3rd set but she was scrappy and pulled off the upset over Serena.
Relevance to "The Buck Stops Here?" There's tons of it. I'm a huge fan of the Williams sisters, but no matter what the fight, either big like defeating someone like Serena Williams or small like overcoming the urge to splurge on crappy food, if you can overcome the battle you can win the fight to continue to do your best to improve. To me that's a fighter, that's what being an underdog is all about; that's a true champion.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
The excuses? There's plenty. The reasons? Are there really any reasons? Not really. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to figure out the difference between reason and excuse. I can blame sheer exhaustion for a lot of my lack of motivation and focus, but in the end, it comes down to me.
This lack of motivation and focus has led to poor judgement, as it usually does with everybody. I was (and still am) on the quest for the perfect bavarian filled chocolate bismarck. I've been eating TONS of junk food and fast food, and spent way too much money while doing it; $35 in the past 2 weeks alone, and gained a few pounds in the process. I knew that was wrong, but I continued to do it, and in the process, Fat Connie crept from the back of my mind to the front of my mind.
So? Here's what's "So". The Buck Stops Here. I can CHANGE this and turn it into a POSITIVE.
I'm human. I should be allowed to make mistakes and fall off the wagon, but if I continue to do that, I'll let Fat Connie win the war. That's NOT about to happen. This lack of motivation and focus has also spurred me to get BACK on the wagon. During this past week I have started running and tracking my food intake again, and am focusing on my next half marathon (Buffalo County Stampede) on June 10th.
Today I watched the French Open first round match between #111 world ranked Virginnie Serrano and #5 world ranked Serena Williams. As you can imagine, Serena was easily favored to win, with 5 unbeaten records leading into the match, including the most consecutive first round wins (46). Both women struggled during the whole match, and Serena should have even won in the second set, being ahead 5-1. You could even see the emotion in Serena's face during her struggle to maintain the edge and was hard to watch. During the THREE HOUR match, Virginnie cramped, even lost points due to shouting during 3rd set but she was scrappy and pulled off the upset over Serena.
Relevance to "The Buck Stops Here?" There's tons of it. I'm a huge fan of the Williams sisters, but no matter what the fight, either big like defeating someone like Serena Williams or small like overcoming the urge to splurge on crappy food, if you can overcome the battle you can win the fight to continue to do your best to improve. To me that's a fighter, that's what being an underdog is all about; that's a true champion.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Lincoln Half Marathon...D-U-N...DONE!
Lincoln Half Marathon...What can I say about it that it was SUCH a blast! The atmosphere was simply AMAZING! I got a high five from ELVIS, there were students playing the Japanese Katanya drums, some random guy playing his drum set in the back of his pickup, gave tons of kids high fives, a praise band along the way...
Our bibs also were personalized with our names on the front, so I would occassionly hear "hey Connie, great job!". I also got a couple folks asking me if I was reppin Team Lizzie and thought it was cool I was, and I kept talking to spectators and volunteers along the route.
I even got to talk to Ben Davis this weekend, he actually saw me and recognized first! WOOT!
What an absolutely spectaculate experience!
Now, I need to crash...
Zumbarunner...whether shaking it or walking it, I'll cross the finish line!
Our bibs also were personalized with our names on the front, so I would occassionly hear "hey Connie, great job!". I also got a couple folks asking me if I was reppin Team Lizzie and thought it was cool I was, and I kept talking to spectators and volunteers along the route.
I even got to talk to Ben Davis this weekend, he actually saw me and recognized first! WOOT!
What an absolutely spectaculate experience!
Now, I need to crash...
Zumbarunner...whether shaking it or walking it, I'll cross the finish line!
Friday, May 4, 2012
Nervous? Who Me? Pshhh...Whatevs...OK, Maybe A Little
Yes, I know I should be sleeping. That's not the point, well, maybe it is.
In less than 36 hours I'll be hitting the streets of Lincoln for my first half marathon of the year, also my first Lincoln Half Marathon of my running career. I have heard many FABULOUS things about this run, so I figured this year, what the hell...
This is also the first race I've ever TRAINED for. When I did Buffalo County Stampede last year, it was only because a friend asked me if I was going to do it because she was planning on it. I took that as a challenge, and said OK. I think that was in about May, and the longest I had run was a 10k (6.2 miles). Last year was my first year actually RUNNING (EVER, like in my LIFE), and so I just pushed myself to run an extra mile each week leading up to the race in June. Let's just say that last year's half mile was BRUTAL, but I finished. It did take a toll on me, however...mentally, physically and emotionally, probably because I hadn't trained like I should have.
Lincoln is first out of three half marathons for me, next one is Buffalo County Stampede in June, and the third is Chicago half marathon in September. Unfortunately, and I'll admit it, I have been focusing MORE on Chicago than I have on Lincoln.
Fast forward to this year, and did everything I was supposed to do. I followed a plan, I added workouts, I sacrificed workouts (sorry Zumba...I WILL RETURN!), I (sort of) watched what I ate, until boom, a calf injury forces me to end my training two weeks early. This may be a blessing in disguise though, because it's forcing me to actually THINK about the race.
So here's where things get interesting. It's been said if you can run 10, you can run 13.1. My longest run has been 8 miles THREE WEEKS PRIOR to race day (13.1). I have a (minor) calf injury, requiring me to get a calf wrap to support my right calf muscle while running. I've worn this twice, both times running very MINIMAL miles. Is my injury just a mental test to see if I have what it takes to run this whole race? Am I too afraid of what MIGHT happen that is making the annoyance of the injury stay there and lurk about when I run on Sunday? There's 10 THOUSAND people running on Sunday. Will I still be the last one in out of 10,000, or will I represent my bib number (9779) and be 221 away from being the last one to cross? Have I focused too much on Chicago that I've completely just let Lincoln fly under the radar? Finally, will I be able to cross in under 4 hours and 4 minutes (last year's hm time)?
These are all issues that, if I ALLOW myself, are making me a bit nervous about Sunday. The thing is, I'm hoping that all my training has made me strong enough to bypass most of these issues.
While training, I made a conscious effort to (try to) free my mind of any obstacle. Most of the time I was successful. There's a line in one of my favorite movies, The Last Samurai, where Tom Cruise's character is stuck in a remote village as a prisoner, and against his captors' wishes, starts training as a Samurai fighter. While being repeatedly defeated, one villager comes up to him and reminds him that he has too much on his mind. He's minding this, minding that, minding people watching. "NO MIND". He clears his thoughts and comes to a draw with the warrior he's been challenging.
"NO MIND".
That's how I hope to beat the nerves on Sunday.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
In less than 36 hours I'll be hitting the streets of Lincoln for my first half marathon of the year, also my first Lincoln Half Marathon of my running career. I have heard many FABULOUS things about this run, so I figured this year, what the hell...
This is also the first race I've ever TRAINED for. When I did Buffalo County Stampede last year, it was only because a friend asked me if I was going to do it because she was planning on it. I took that as a challenge, and said OK. I think that was in about May, and the longest I had run was a 10k (6.2 miles). Last year was my first year actually RUNNING (EVER, like in my LIFE), and so I just pushed myself to run an extra mile each week leading up to the race in June. Let's just say that last year's half mile was BRUTAL, but I finished. It did take a toll on me, however...mentally, physically and emotionally, probably because I hadn't trained like I should have.
Lincoln is first out of three half marathons for me, next one is Buffalo County Stampede in June, and the third is Chicago half marathon in September. Unfortunately, and I'll admit it, I have been focusing MORE on Chicago than I have on Lincoln.
Fast forward to this year, and did everything I was supposed to do. I followed a plan, I added workouts, I sacrificed workouts (sorry Zumba...I WILL RETURN!), I (sort of) watched what I ate, until boom, a calf injury forces me to end my training two weeks early. This may be a blessing in disguise though, because it's forcing me to actually THINK about the race.
So here's where things get interesting. It's been said if you can run 10, you can run 13.1. My longest run has been 8 miles THREE WEEKS PRIOR to race day (13.1). I have a (minor) calf injury, requiring me to get a calf wrap to support my right calf muscle while running. I've worn this twice, both times running very MINIMAL miles. Is my injury just a mental test to see if I have what it takes to run this whole race? Am I too afraid of what MIGHT happen that is making the annoyance of the injury stay there and lurk about when I run on Sunday? There's 10 THOUSAND people running on Sunday. Will I still be the last one in out of 10,000, or will I represent my bib number (9779) and be 221 away from being the last one to cross? Have I focused too much on Chicago that I've completely just let Lincoln fly under the radar? Finally, will I be able to cross in under 4 hours and 4 minutes (last year's hm time)?
These are all issues that, if I ALLOW myself, are making me a bit nervous about Sunday. The thing is, I'm hoping that all my training has made me strong enough to bypass most of these issues.
While training, I made a conscious effort to (try to) free my mind of any obstacle. Most of the time I was successful. There's a line in one of my favorite movies, The Last Samurai, where Tom Cruise's character is stuck in a remote village as a prisoner, and against his captors' wishes, starts training as a Samurai fighter. While being repeatedly defeated, one villager comes up to him and reminds him that he has too much on his mind. He's minding this, minding that, minding people watching. "NO MIND". He clears his thoughts and comes to a draw with the warrior he's been challenging.
"NO MIND".
That's how I hope to beat the nerves on Sunday.
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
In The Land Of Uh-Oh
This week, we head to the Land of Uh-Oh, as I start week two of nursing a sore calf muscle. Yes, it's back. The tweeked rat bastard charley horse of a calf muscle made itself known again during my somewhat futile attempt to run a 5 miler today at the Y.
What started off as a simple (yet mildly painful) annoyance during last Tuesday's 5 miler turned into my taking last week off from training so it could heal. My end of the week attempt at Zumba didn't even make it feel bad, so I thought I was set.
NOT SO FAST THERE SISTA!
Today I went back to the Y to do my first 5 miler in a week. It started out fine, but within the first mile, I started noticing the muscle. Ok, nothing hurting, no problem. Within mile 2, muscle started making itself noticeable just a little more, but not hurting. I stretched a bit, walked a bit, and the noticeable muscle starting working its way across to the mid calf area. DAMN!
OK, tonight, there's a bit of pain. So here we are in the Land of Uh-Oh, because it's the week of my final long run (10 miles) on Friday before next week's 13.1 at the Lincoln Half Marathon.
Am I being paranoid? Am I letting the FEAR of my injury cause me NOT to finish my training leading up to Lincoln? They say if you can run 10 you can run 13.1. I already know I can run 12, because that's how much of Buffalo County Stampede I ran LAST year. This year the farthest I've run at one setting is 8 miles. CRAP!
So for now, I'm wallowing in the Land of Uh-Oh, back on the couch, and back to the food. That's a whole nother story.
The land of uh oh is NOT a place I want to be so close to the race. Last year I pushed myself from barely able to run 1 mile in January, to running 12 out of 13 miles during the Buffalo County Stampede in June. This year, I'm actually training and am sidelined the last two weeks? WAY UNCOOL, MAN!
I'm hoping this Land of Uh-Oh turns out to be just a layover, as it were. Regardless, though, I'm bound and determined to use this as a catalyst for Lincoln next Sunday.
ZUMBARUNNER SHALL PREVAIL!
In the meantime...UH-0H!
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
What started off as a simple (yet mildly painful) annoyance during last Tuesday's 5 miler turned into my taking last week off from training so it could heal. My end of the week attempt at Zumba didn't even make it feel bad, so I thought I was set.
NOT SO FAST THERE SISTA!
Today I went back to the Y to do my first 5 miler in a week. It started out fine, but within the first mile, I started noticing the muscle. Ok, nothing hurting, no problem. Within mile 2, muscle started making itself noticeable just a little more, but not hurting. I stretched a bit, walked a bit, and the noticeable muscle starting working its way across to the mid calf area. DAMN!
OK, tonight, there's a bit of pain. So here we are in the Land of Uh-Oh, because it's the week of my final long run (10 miles) on Friday before next week's 13.1 at the Lincoln Half Marathon.
Am I being paranoid? Am I letting the FEAR of my injury cause me NOT to finish my training leading up to Lincoln? They say if you can run 10 you can run 13.1. I already know I can run 12, because that's how much of Buffalo County Stampede I ran LAST year. This year the farthest I've run at one setting is 8 miles. CRAP!
So for now, I'm wallowing in the Land of Uh-Oh, back on the couch, and back to the food. That's a whole nother story.
The land of uh oh is NOT a place I want to be so close to the race. Last year I pushed myself from barely able to run 1 mile in January, to running 12 out of 13 miles during the Buffalo County Stampede in June. This year, I'm actually training and am sidelined the last two weeks? WAY UNCOOL, MAN!
I'm hoping this Land of Uh-Oh turns out to be just a layover, as it were. Regardless, though, I'm bound and determined to use this as a catalyst for Lincoln next Sunday.
ZUMBARUNNER SHALL PREVAIL!
In the meantime...UH-0H!
Zumbarunner...Whether shaking it or running it, I'll cross the finish line!
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