On attempting BFC 2019

So, I should probably write about my experience at the Barkley Fall Classic before too much time passes that I forget some of the finer details and observations, but....I feel like I'm still digesting it all, and especially about how I actually FEEL about it...but...here goes.

About a year ago, I was less than a week away from my first ever road marathon.  I was pretty well trained, had done almost all my runs, had even done some cross-training in the form of TRX.  I felt very READY for that race.  I was excited because my boyfriend would be driving out to where I lived, and we would be making the trip to Missouri together.  And, my mom and sister would be there, too.  At the end of the day (and the end of that race), I felt pretty damn good and the fact they were all there REALLY made a difference.

But, even at that point I had already moved on to bigger plans - I believe I'd signed up for the 50K Mashup series, and had the Frozen Gnome race on my calendar.  And, I knew that when the Barkley Fall Classic lottery registration opened, I'd be signing up.

On October 1, 2018, I, along with over 1000? other people registered for the BFC - 2019 edition.  I was still in Missouri, hadn't even made it home from my marathon yet (marathon was Sept. 30)

I, however, did NOT make the initial cut.  It is basically a lottery - everyone who signed up that first day was put into a spreadsheet and Laz through random-number-generator or just his choice, selected the initial field of 500.

I went on with my plans.   I did the GOATZ 20-miler in October.  I did Beer & Bagel in November.  I probably signed up for a few more races along the way.

And then, the same day I tweaked my knee somehow, still don't know how, December 17, 2018 - I received THE EMAIL.  Yes, the one that said:

Congratulations you have been selected to participate in the 2019 The Barkley Fall Classic - 50K!

However, we need your confirmation.

Please use the link below to confirm OR decline your entry. You must respond immediately!

Without even a moment's hesitation (okay, maybe there was ONE moment), I clicked "ACCEPT" or whatever it said.  I honestly don't remember, I just know one was GREEN and one was RED.

Afterwards, I thought, what the hell did I just do?????

But, it was done.  I started to think about how I would prepare.  I had books already, but may have added one or two more about training for your first ultra.  I started reading, started looking at training plans.

Winter came.  I'm not a fan of winter.  I struggled to get runs in, struggled with motivation.  In January 2019, I attempted my first ultra, my first 50k - Frozen Gnome in Crystal Lake, Illinois.  I feel I did pretty well - I DNF'd after 3 of 5 loops, though.  The conditions started out pretty good, but as snow fell during my third loop I knew I wasn't going to make the time cutoff.  I liked this race, though, and am signed up for 2020 determined to finish all 5 loops this time!

After that race, I decided I needed to hire a coach if I had any hope of preparing properly for the Barkley Fall Classic, along with all the other races on my calendar.  Even though I was EXTREMELY proud of the fact that I'd done well at my marathon after doing all the training on my own, I was, even at that point, starting to struggle with focus and motivation.  I hate winter.  I blamed a lot of my lack of motivation early in the year on winter - or, well, SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) but truthfully it lasted well into spring...even summer. So, I thought a coach would help.

It did.  For awhile.  But I still struggled to force myself to do the workouts.  I found a lot of value in the different types of workouts, and I especially liked the strength workouts given because I could do them all at home.  But, at the end of the day, NO coach can force you to do the workouts if you don't WANT to do them - and often, I didn't want to.

That's not to say I didn't have a few good weeks - maybe even a month or so of awesome motivated training.  But, it didn't last.  

While there may have been other factors, I DNF'd another 50k attempt in March.  Technically, I didn't even HAVE to finish because my training called for much fewer miles than a 50k, but I only finished one loop, about 9 miles, and not even the distance I was supposed to run that day for my training plan.  I absolutely did NOT want to be out running that day and nothing could change that.

The next big race on my calendar was the Ozark Foothills 50k at the beginning of April.  I was ready for this one and determined it would be my first ULTRA FINISH!  So, there was a little peak of motivation and inspiration to get something done.  It had the longest time limit of any of the races I'd signed up for (probably due to the 50-miler happening at the same time).

And, finish it, I did!  My first ULTRA finish!  I was DFL (dead f^cking last), and it took me 11-1/2 hours...but I finished!!!!  And, I thought it was a TOUGH course.  One of only two times I've ever gotten blisters running.   It was beautiful.  And well organized.  And one of the best groups of people.  I plan on doing it again, and also doing the fall race in 2020 (couldn't this year due to BFC)

I had one other pretty big SUCCESS during the year and that was my second ultra finish at the Ice Age Trail 50k in May.  I was NOT last this time, and finished in just under 9 hours - so, a significant PR.  It was a great course, but in my opinion definitely not as tough as Ozark Foothills was...mostly due to less elevation and less technical nature of the trail.  It was near my sister and my mom, so once again I had family support - I swear the homemade spaghetti dinner and bread that my sister made the night before was the perfect pre-race meal!  And, some leftover bread was the first thing I ate once out on the trail.  

After that, though, things went off the rails again.  I ended the coaching because I wasn't sticking to it anyways (I may have done this earlier than May, I can't remember - I did ask for a plan and got a nice and basic 50k plan, which I tried to follow but failed miserably)

June included a nice easy 10k where I was fairly consistent and ran reasonably well.  

July I had two races - the first - Dances with Dirt Devil's Lake Half marathon, in my favorite place - Wisconsin - Devil's Lake State Park.  I love this race.  I love Wisconsin.  Even though I was slower this year than previous years, I enjoyed it and felt happy with my race.

July.  Oh July.  Maybe you don't live in an area that gets hot and humid summers, but in July - right around the race - there were record heat waves, specifically in areas like...Kansas...the location of the Psycho Psummer 50k.

I have to take little victories where I can get them, and leading up to this race I absolutely was going to cancel and bail on it.  I didn't want to drive, even though it was only 5-1/2 hours.  I didn't want to even attempt to run in disgusting heat, with warnings out that were basically telling people to stay inside.  But, somewhere deep down I KNEW I had to go because if I couldn't handle a little midwestern/great plains heat, how the hell was I going to survive the Barkley Fall Classic?

So, I went.  And, I technically FINISHED, I only did the 20-miler instead of the 50k I originally signed up for....it took me a little over 7-1/2 hours.  Which, honestly, given the conditions, isn't terrible.  (Please note, all of my times and comments about times are definitely only relevant to MY perspective.  I realize I'm SLOW.  I realize that for some, these times are RIDICULOUSLY slow.  But, whatever.  I know that for me anything under a 20min/mile pace on trails is good for me.  So, with this pace being a little over that, it wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible given the excessive heat.)  

After that race, I took a week off to rest/recover, and on the Friday following the race, July 26, went out for a nice, easy run before work.  I was starting to get a little motivation back and I was READY to GET SERIOUS about Barkley, since it was now just under TWO months away....

And, I hurt my foot/ankle, somehow, on this run.  I was in denial a bit at first.  I went out and tried to do a longer run on Saturday morning and didn't get more than two miles before walking back home.  This SUCKED.  I was like, are you KIDDING ME??  I was just about to really get BACK to TRAINING....

After resting it for a few days...I finally went in and saw a doctor.  Luckily, there wasn't anything majorly wrong, and I still don't know exactly what I did...but, I was basically told to take another week off and take naproxen or ibuprofen.  

There is NOTHING like being told you CAN'T DO SOMETHING to make you want to do it - so, if I wasn't already getting back to WANTING to run, this sure helped.  I started back slowly, and never actually did another long run before Barkley, but at least I was able to get out there and get some miles in.  I did another short race - What the Hill? - where I once again dropped down from the 1/2 marathon I signed up for to the half-a-half...but, I did 9 miles that day .... it was a loop and after I'd completed enough for the half-a-half, asked if I could just do a few more laps but my official time was marked for the half-a-half.

At this point, I shifted my perspective and idea of my "training plan".  Because I'd struggled so much throughout the year, at this point, I simply decided that every morning I was going to try and get up and run - somewhere between 3-5 miles - and go from there.  I ended up running more days in a row, then taking a couple days off - which coincided with days I couldn't run anyways due to my schedule.  I don't know, long term, if this would work.  I still need to get some longer runs in and still need to include some "hard" workouts (hills, speed)....but I do know this helped IMMENSELY with my mindset and overall mental health.

And, before I knew it, it was September 18.  This was the day I packed up the car and headed to Illinois where my boyfriend lives - we would head to Tennessee the next day.

We arrived in Tennessee late Thursday afternoon/early evening.  We went to the hotel, ordered in pizza, and just relaxed - at that point I'd been on the road more or less for two days.

Friday we mostly stuck to my original plans with just a little bit of a time-delay....my sister had driven down from Wisconsin, but stayed overnight on Thursday at Mammoth Cave, so we met up with her later on Friday.  After a late start in the morning, Scott and I headed to Frozen Head State Park.

I feel like I should talk about the mountains, or the scenery, or the area, but my words won't do it justice at all. I've been to many places, and have even been to Tennessee before, but not really to this area.  It was amazing.  The park was amazing.  We spent some time (and money) in the Visitor's Center, then drove a little ways up to Shelter C, where we walked a very short, easy trail - the Interpretive Trail loop.  I noted that it was fairly dry, and the trail itself nice and my main thought was, yeah, if only the whole race would be like this! - Knowing perfectly well it wouldn't be!

After that, we headed to packet pickup in Wartburg.  That's where we met up with my sister, and after a futile attempt to show me how to use a compass, we headed to the Brushy Mountain Distillery - on the site of the old Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary.

Ah, this was fun!  Moonshine tastings!  Great food!  A look at beautiful hills wondering, where is Rat Jaw?  Where will we climb over the prison wall?  Will I even MAKE it this far??  (Spoiler alert - I didn't!)

After a quick walk up to the prison and chatting with some other runners, we headed back to the location of packet pickup for the dinner/movie.  We weren't very hungry, but I ate a bit of the spaghetti, and salad, and definitely the piece of cake, before we headed back to the hotel as the movie started.  Of course, I couldn't go without getting a picture with the mastermind himself, Lazarus Lake (Gary Cantrell).

 One of the things I really wanted was to be well-rested for this race.  But, well, that ship had sailed.  The entire week I hadn't been getting to sleep when I should.  Hadn't been sleeping particularly well, and even though we were back to the hotel at a very reasonable time, I still had things to prep for the next morning.

Side note - I brought my NutriNinja with me!  I had my normal morning smoothie every day except for the day we left...this was important to me as I wanted to try and keep that morning routine consistent...so, the night before I had to make my morning smoothie so I wouldn't be waking up everyone at 3:30 the next morning - the time of my alarm.

The morning went pretty smoothly, other than leaving a bit later than I'd wanted (my fault)....I had posted asking about getting a ride with someone else but then decided to just have Scott take me .... we were in the last batch of cars to enter the parking area, and I had just enough time to use the porta-potties and get my drop bag in the right place.  Lined up in the back, and asked Scott to try and get a picture of Laz lighting the cigarette at the race start.

And, just like that, we were off.  I didn't feel bad.  I didn't feel good.  I don't even know if I felt overly excited.  I think I was just so...drained and overwhelmed after a year of waiting for this...that it was almost...a let down in some way?  I don't know.  I was happy, though, and amazed that I was actually at the start of the Barkley Fall Classic!

The first short stretch is on the park road, up to Big Cove campground area.  I fell pretty far behind here and in hindsight, realize I should have pushed harder since this was some of the easiest ground to cover.  But, tired.  Unsure.  Trying to "pace myself"....and trying to get into the "rhythm" of running...so by the time I hit the trail there weren't too many people ahead or behind me.

Our first stretch was the Bird Mountain Trail.  According to the park map information this is 4.25 miles and "difficult".  Ha.  Ha ha.  It was a lot of climbing.  A lot of switchbacks.  At one point, I started to hear more voices and noticed a back up at a spot...I thought...what?  That can't be an aid station, what's going on?  Well, a large tree had fallen across the trail and people had to climb over it.  It was here that I first started to feel like there was a group of us in the back and we'd end up leap-frogging each other all the way until the Ranger aid station.  I think then we turned onto North Bird Mountain Trail - again, 4.3 miles, "difficult".  There was a part here, though, where I felt good!  I was able to run!  I passed a person or two!  I thought, hey, maybe I have a shot!

Until the next climb!

But, I did keep moving.  I did try.  It was hard because the uphills got me with the breathing/endurance, and the downhills were hard on my legs - of course on this section my legs were mostly still feeling okay, and I'm sure I was faster on these sections than on the next big climb section which would come after the Ranger aid station. 

I don't remember much about this first station (Bald Knob) - I got my bib punched, tried to pick out a few things to eat - stashed a few slim jims into my vest pocket, and continued on...I don't even know for sure what time it was but I was obviously within the time cutoff - there were others that wouldn't make it (19 possibly from the results here) so, hey, I was already ahead of some people, at least!

Apparently the thing about successfully completing the course this year had to do with RUNNING THE EASY downhills!  Ha.  Ha ha.  So, the stretch after the first aid station was downhill, down a gravel/dirt road.  It wasn't so much the gravel that I had trouble with (several of the races I'd done had similar terrain), but my legs (ankles/calves/knees) were definitely feeling the downhill!

I still tried to jog here and there and tried to keep my walking pace up.

Oh, yeah, in case I haven't mentioned it, there is NO GPS allowed for this race!  While I don't really care about all the stats and numbers I'd have access to if I were able to use my Garmin, one thing that was hard for me was trying to judge distance and pace - how far had I gone?  How far did I have to go?  Was I maintaining a reasonable pace?

I almost think that if I'd had a better sense of those things, I might've pushed a little harder and been able to make the cutoff at Tub Springs #1.  But, doesn't matter.  Too bad, so sad, right?  It is what it is.  I had my $10 Casio so at least knew what time it was and knew I had until 12:30 to get to the Ranger Station.

As I came out of the woods and back onto the road that would lead to the Ranger Station, I'd already been thinking about quitting.  Hell, I'd been thinking about it a lot.  I'd be right by the start line, it'd be easy to just stop and go hang out there for awhile.  One odd thing I kept thinking about, though, was my drop bag, sitting up at the Tub Spring aid station, which was the decision point the second time through on whether to go on to 50k or marathon finish.  If I didn't make it to where my drop bag was - when would I get it back?  How long would I have to hang around before they brought them back down?  I certainly didn't want to abandon my Barkley Bag here!

So, as we passed that Shelter C parking lot, I made a quick stop at the restroom that was there (by the way - cleanest restroom I've ever been in at a state park!!) ... just in case I decided to keep going.  At this point I had at least 35-40 minutes before the time cutoff.

As I came out of the parking lot, back onto the road where I had originally veered off, I ended up right behind two women that I'd seen at various points and had passed at some point.  I thought, hmmm....I wonder if they are going to continue...

We got to the aid station and there was definitely people debating and deciding on whether or not to continue.  A list of those (bib numbers) who had dropped hung by the park sign.  Again, I thought, well, if I keep going I'm ahead of all those people....

I filled my water.  I ate a few things.  Heard about how great Sword is, but still didn't opt to try it.  Re-applied bug repellent.  Purell'd my hands.  Listened to one woman say that this wasn't her "A" race and that she'd at least gone farther than the inmate who'd tried to escape and only made it 8 miles...that was enticing logic, I have to be honest, but....the truth was twofold - 1.  10 miles at the Barkley Fall Classic for ME was NOT enough.  It wasn't even half.  Way back in January at Frozen Gnome, I headed out for a third loop because I'd thought, I need to at least get halfway or more!  I hadn't even done a half marathon yet! and 2.  I still felt like I could keep going.  I wasn't dealing with leg cramps like others.  I wasn't puking.  For the most part, I knew I could keep moving forward and I knew that if that was the case then stopping wasn't even an option...

Okay, I guess three-fold - 3.  I wanted to get to my drop bag.

So, I continued on.  Official time says I left the aid station at 12:10....20 minutes ahead of the cutoff.

Almost immediately, I regretted my decision.  SO.  MUCH.  CLIMBING!

This was the Chimney Top Trail.  7.05 miles, "difficult".  No fucking kidding.

This trail was a bit different than Bird Mountain - it seemed to have steeper climbs, maybe less switchbacks?  It also had a few spots where it got sketchy trying to follow the trail.  At one point, I'd followed what looked like a definite path only to come to a sudden halt when it ended.  Luckily, it'd only been a few steps and I backtracked and looked for the next mark on the trees to figure out which way to go.  Some amazing spots on this trail - tall rock formations...I think it was on this trail that I REALLY started having an amazing admiration for those who do the big Barkley - it's one thing to navigate all of this in broad daylight, but in the Barkley Marathons, many of these trails are covered at night.  I can't even imagine, and know I would not be able to do it.  At all.

I'm sure I slowed down on this section.  Not only because of legs starting to hurt, but because of the technical nature of the trail.  I know for some, it may be easy to "run" on this terrain, but for me, one of my main goals was not to fall and break anything...which means I was probably more cautious than most.  Which is, I think, another trait that those who succeed at this have and that is a fearlessness.  In some ways, I like to think I am - but in others, I know I'm not.  I had less of an issue running down the "slippery" gravel road, but when it comes to narrow trails with drop offs, I definitely slow down.

Plus, you know, there was still all the CLIMBING.

I believe the highest point (at least for MY race) was during this Chimney Top Section.

I had to take my phone out, and turn it on to snap this and the following pictures - a chimney on Chimney Top? How fitting.  I wish I'd taken out my phone sooner but was trying to abide by the no tech rule.  I had it on me, but turned off, in case of emergency.

Taking these pictures, though, are probably what made me miss the time cut-off!  I should've listened to the person on the Facebook group that said - NO TIME FOR PICTURES!  You need to keep moving!

 At some point before the Tub Station aid stop, the sweepers came up behind me and another guy...with a couple others behind us...they tried to get us to push to make the time cutoff....but given how far they said we had, and the time...I knew it was unlikely I'd make it.  I didn't completely give up, though, not until the clock actually switched over to 3:30pm....

I crossed into the aid station about 5-6 minutes after that...too late to be allowed to continue.

At the time, I didn't think much of it.  I really wanted to get my bib punched to show I'd made it that far, but they'd already switched over to only punch for those coming through the second time, and now, I realize my request was sort of stupid.  But, whatever.  I found my drop bag, verified which way I had to go (it was pretty obvious, but still)...and after filling water and grabbing a few things from the food table, I started my "easy" trek down "quitter's road".

Quitter's Road...yeah, this was supposed to be "easy" ha ha ha ha ha

South Old Mac Trail is supposedly only 2.7 miles of "moderate" trail, and a bit of an "easy" section at the end (Old Mac Trail .30 miles), before you come out at the Shelter C parking lot.  Ha.  Yeah.  Easy.  The only reason it was easy was because it was "downhill" but at that point, that wasn't easy for me.  I thought it'd be smart to carry my drop bag down with me, but I quickly wished I'd just left it up at the top.  It wasn't unreasonably heavy, but it was a little awkward to carry it for what ends up being about 3+ miles.... 

I think this was on South Old Mac Trail, don't remember.

So, I trudged down the mountain.  By this point, I had turned my phone on and had texted my sister and boyfriend that I was on my way back.  I don't know exactly when I hit Shelter C but it probably was around 5:30ish?  We dawdled there in the parking lot a bit, I used the restroom, put my drop bag in the car, and we headed the rest of the way to the finish line, arriving pretty close to 6pm - 11 hours after I'd started.  Even though I was pretty sure they knew I'd been DNF'd at the aid station, I wanted to make sure, plus...there was food there!

We ate, hung out a little, then back to the hotel.  

I (not consciously) avoided social media immediately after, mostly because there were other things to do, but when I finally got back on and checked out some of the posts on Facebook....I started to have even more conflicted feelings about this race.

When I finished, I told my sister and Scott that I did not want to do it again next year.  But, then, later, I said, well, maybe in 2021...IF I keep running and IF I work harder....I believe I could at least get farther and get the marathon finish....and no matter what people say, or even Laz thinks, that would be a huge success for me.

Which leads me to those conflicted feelings I have about this race.  I understand this race isn't like other races.  I understand that this race wasn't created to coddle runners and I totally get the mentality that anything but a 50k finish is failure....but....

EVERYONE NEEDS TO JUST RUN THEIR OWN DAMN RACE!

Don't try and tell others what to feel or what is a success or failure to them.  I DNF'd after going 21 miles (6,263 feet of elevation gain!) on some of the "toughest" for ME trails I've ever been on - and yes, I was under-trained and I'm sure there were runners on the wait-list that would've been "better" than I was...

But.  Fuck that.  I paid my money.  I showed up.  I started.  And I did what I could.  Could I have done more?  Maybe.  Did I do more than some?  Absolutely.  Did I "fail"?  Yes, and no.  Yes, I failed at finishing, but no, I didn't fail because I did more than I ever thought I would or could.

And, yes, I get that this isn't the type of race to do with this type of mentality, but again, don't really care.  Just go run your own damn race.

ONE THING - or rather TWO THINGS - that I ABSOLUTELY AGREE WITH in regards to what's been posted on social media is - FOLLOW THE DAMN RULES!  Yes, I had my phone with me, but it was off.  I was NOT TRACKING anything.  Apparently, there were people who did.  And, second, IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO START, just DROP so someone else can have the spot!!

When I hurt my foot/ankle, I debated A LOT about dropping.  I figured, oh, there's other more "worthy" runners on the wait-list.  I thought, I can't do it.  I shouldn't even bother.  Shouldn't even try.  I was just about to - I had even written an email asking if all I had to do was click "cancel" on UltraSignUp.  I'd sent an email to my previous coach letting her know that I was going to drop.

But, I didn't.  Because I didn't sign up to drop out.  I signed up to attempt the Barkley Fall Classic, and I did just that.  I now KNOW what I would need to do to finish it. And I have an experience I will never forget!

I think it will make any other race I attempt seem "easy".  I think it will help me become a better runner, and if the plan I'm now formulating in my mind comes to fruition - I WILL go back and finish.

But only if I WANT it.  Only if it means something.  And, quite frankly, after another year of trail running, maybe it WON'T mean anything.  Maybe it'll just be another race and considering there are so many amazing options out there, maybe it's not worth the time/energy to go back.  Maybe there are other challenges that will be just as meaningful to me as going back to Frozen Head.  Maybe I take my sister's advice, and forget trail RACES and just go hike.

Honestly, I don't know.  I know what I want to do next year - and it doesn't include BFC - but beyond that....I certainly wouldn't rule out another trip to Wartburg....if I get so lucky as to win the lottery twice in a lifetime! :)

What I have to show for my attempt - lots of moonshine but only a few punches...if you finished the 50k, it would say "I'm a winner" but if you only finished the marathon "I'm a wiener"...I didn't get either.

I mapped the trail route afterwards on alltrails.com - since I never made it to the off-trail parts, all I did was on Frozen Head State Park trails - which I highly recommend if you're ever out that way!

 

On running my first marathon

So, I guess it's official - I am a marathoner!  I finished the Mother Road Marathon on Sunday, September 30th, 2018.  It took me 6-1/2 hours, but I did it!

There's so many thoughts running through my head, I don't know where to start.  

I guess I could start at the beginning...

I signed up for this race about a year ago - I signed up early, got an amazing deal, and immediately emailed the race director to make sure I'd be able to drop down to the half if I changed my mind before the event.  Yes, he said, you can switch if necessary.  I don't know if I had a deadline by which I had to decide, but once I started training for the half marathon in January, and knowing everything I was doing was in preparation for the marathon, I knew I wouldn't be dropping down to the half.  One way or another, I was going to complete my first marathon.

I started training, technically, in January.  Initially I started with a plan that was a long, drawn-out marathon training plan, but I soon decided I would do a half marathon in May and I would follow a plan for that, and then start marathon training at the beginning of June.

I PRd the half in May, and started Marathon Training with another half marathon!

It was a long, hot, humid summer.  I did all my runs but a couple.  I hit a rough patch at the beginning of August where I was just tired, burnt out, and wasn't sure what was going on.  I took an extra day or two of rest and finally got back to the plan.  In the end, I think I logged slightly more miles than called for given the adjustments I made due to races and due to the fact that I really wanted to do a 20-miler.  (My original plan only went up to 18.5)

Since I had two races the two weeks before the marathon, it was easy to put off stressing about it - I was just taking one week at a time. But, finally, the weekend had arrived!  I was packing, and before I knew it, I was on the road to Joplin, MO.

At various points over the past year, I debated on whether I wanted anyone there.  I've become a solitary runner, and didn't know if I wanted to make anyone come with me, or be there.  I thought it'd be easier NOT to have the added stress of knowing people were waiting at the finish line.

Well...I am SO GLAD that I opted to ask my mom, sister, and boyfriend (of course) to be there.  Seeing them as I came around the corner to the finish line was amazing!  Having them there, having their support...it definitely made the whole thing that much better!  I would have been pretty sad to have no one at the finish line, especially since I was so far at the back of the pack...there weren't many people left at that point. 

Anyways, the race itself...

I learned that the whole pickle-juice thing really IS a thing!  I don't even remember at what mile the pickle truck showed up, and I was hesitant, but two women that had been running by me for parts of the last mile said it was AMAZING and they couldn't wait ... so when I caught up to them, I decided to try it, but the first time I only took pickle spears and some plain water.  By the second time we saw them (they were hopping from spot to spot as we progressed along the course), I was all-in on the magic pickle elixir and had some juice and a spear.  I think we saw them one more time, and again, a little juice, and a couple spears.

I learned that even with the sun behind clouds, the heat and humidity can be a factor.  I didn't quite realize how much these things were affecting me until we came to the Missouri border (I think) and the local Fox affiliate was out there handing out cold, wet rags...it felt SO GOOD!  One stop had actual COLD water, and again, it totally hit the spot.  My favorite, though, had to be the "beer" stop!  Yes, someone had a table out (it was in front of a small bar), and was giving out beer if you wanted it!  I took about a shot and half of Shock Top and, again, it really hit the spot!

The weather, while humid, was much better than it could have been - the clouds kept it from becoming a scorching, sunny day!  I was surprised by the scenery - much more scenic than I had expected with trees, and rivers, and the little towns with the Route 66 charm.  

But, I really should have started this out with a simple truth - I didn't hit the wall with 6 miles to GO, I hit it after just 6 miles!?!?  Maybe sooner, I don't remember.

Right from the start, I could tell it was going to be a tough run.  I tried to hang with the 6-hour pace group, but couldn't.  I was ahead of them for awhile, but then fell back, and eventually lost sight of them.  I hit some hills and just decided I'd walk if I felt like it - I don't even know if I NEEDED to walk, I think I just WANTED to - I had lost some of that push to hit a certain time.

And, truth be told, I thought about stopping.  Yep.  By about mile 10 I was contemplating just calling it a day when I got to Baxter Springs, the halfway point.  At one of the stops there, they said "Great job! You're half way there!" and I replied, "Yes, but if I had started here, I'd be done by now!!"  A few thoughts popped into my head, though - 

"If you don't finish you won't get that medal and you DID NOT go through all of this to NOT GET THAT HUGE ASS MEDAL!"

"You made you mom and sister drive 10 hours and take time off from their busy schedules to be here.  You made your boyfriend drive 8+ hours, and then ride with you another 7+ to be here....You HAVE TO FINISH"

So, I kept going.  I pulled myself out of the negative downward spiral and focused on the good things....the scenery, the people, the fact I was still able to put one foot in front of the other, the pickle juice, the beer and pizza and medal AND FAMILY that would be there at the end...I took stock of the fact that I felt pretty good - Sure, my legs were tired and muscles sore, but I wasn't in *serious* pain.  While sweating like crazy, the weather could have been much hotter, and I just kept drinking, both from the Tailwind-spiked water in my pack and the plain water at the aid stations.  Relentless forward progress.  Run the mile you're in.  Just keep going.  

Then there was Mel's pit crew.  Apparently, Mel had attempted this (or maybe another marathon?) the previous year, but had quit at the halfway point.  This year, she had a WHOLE VAN FULL of her friends who, at the halfway point, started following her along the course.  They would stop at a spot they could park - blast music - like Eye of the Tiger! - and offer up water, pretzels, bananas, and would run with her a little, give her the pink flamingo to run with for awhile...I don't even know.  But, while they were there for HER, they helped ME, too!  Hearing the music, seeing the support, them offering up what they had to all of us back-of-the-pack runners...it was just really really cool.  One turning point for me was the first time I realized what was going on - they were blasting EYE OF THE TIGER and it was when we were going up a terrible, long, hill...and I used that to help get me going.  I still walked alot of that uphill, but it lifted my mood, my spirits, as we approached mile 20.

That was the beginning of the comeback for me - and I finished strong in the last couple miles.

Though, it almost ended differently!  Approaching mile 25, I texted my mom, sis and boyfriend that I was ahead of the previous estimate I'd given and it was looking like I'd finish in close to 6-1/2 hours.  Well, as I was putting my phone away, I tripped on the pavement (road work being done, the pavement a good few inches above the soft shoulder) - I veered left, tripped and ended up on the ground.  Thoughts flashed through my mind of what could happen...but...I got up, scraped off some dirt, wiped off some blood, and just kept going (looking behind me to see if anyone had seen my embarrassing fall!)

25 miles was the last marker.  As I made the turn for the last half mile I was back to doing my regular intervals.  When I saw my family, though, I knew I'd be running the rest of the way - I couldn't stop and walk now, not when they, and the finish line, were so close!

The moment of crossing I am always overcome with such a weird range of emotions.  I get choked up but don't outright cry.  It felt a little unreal, like, had I really just done 26.2 miles on foot?  Did I really just ambulate through 3 different states?  Yes, Yes, Yes, I DID!!!!

And, while a bit sore and tired, I obviously am not deterred.  Monday morning I was signing up for a 21-mile trail race in 3 weeks, and registering for the Barkley Fall Classic lottery (which I may or may not get into - names are still being drawn at this point).  So, you know, obviously this was just one stop on my running journey!

The Non-Runner's Marathon Trainer

So, one of the first books I read after realizing I really was going to run a marathon was The Non-Runner's Marathon Trainer by David A. Whitsett, Forrest A. Dolgener, and Tanjala Mabon Kole.

It was this book that first gave me the confidence to state - I AM A MARATHONER.  And, they're right - once you say it out loud, once you identify yourself that way, it does become easier to...well, become a marathoner!

I highly recommend the book for anyone thinking about running their first marathon, especially if you are new to running.  It includes a training plan, but alot more, too.

It emphasizes that YOU, yes YOU, can run a marathon!  It is based on a class taught at the University of Northern Iowa that, over the 5 times it was offered, taught approximately 200 students to finish their first marathon.  They were all first-time marathoners and many had no previous running background.  

Anyways, I forgot to add this to the reading list on the sidebar here (it's added now, though) because it is one I checked out from the library directly, instead of requesting through Interlibrary loan and it'd been on the bottom of my book pile since I finished it well before I even started marathon training!

4 days and counting

My first marathon is in 4 days.  Am I freaking out yet?

I don't know.  Sort of.  I guess.

I'm having dilemmas like...

Is it bad if I skip my run today, given the schedule I've already kept since the beginning of the year? 

What shoes should I wear?  (Is it bad I don't know this yet?  I have been running in Saucony Rides but got the special edition Boston Marathon Brooks Launch shoes earlier this year and have been using those off and on.  I think the Rides are a little more cushiony, but feel the Launch are lighter and feel a bit wider.  I wore the Launch shoes on my 20-miler....)

I mean, my toes are going to hurt no matter what shoes I wear, so does it really matter?

At least I'm pretty sure the cold front won't have moved down that far, so it will most likely be warm and humid, like it's been all through my training, so....I pretty much know what I'm going to wear!

I haven't felt the taper tantrums much at all.  As a matter of fact, I want to rest.  Is that bad?

And, most importantly, I have to remember that MY GOAL IS TO FINISH, and I CANNOT get upset if I don't meet my subconscious goal of finishing in a certain time.  I CANNOT totally give up midway through just because I'm not keeping the same pace I did for my 20-miler.  I mean, if I am and I'm feeling good, then great, but I have to be realistic and focus on finishing.

Other than that, I'm ready!!


 

What not to do one week before your first marathon

Another race!

I have a problem.  I sign up for way too many races.  Way too early.  

Sunday, I'll be doing a half-marathon relay with my sister.  It fits in with my training schedule - I'm supposed to run 6.5 miles at "race pace", and since we're doing the relay, that works out nicely.

On the other hand, it involves travel.  Which involves stress, even if I am looking forward to being in Wisconsin again and seeing my mom and sister.

So, we'll see how it goes.  Either way, soon I'll have another cool medal to add to my collection - and a PURPLE race shirt (I love purple!)

 

How it all began

I was never a runner.  As a matter of fact, I pretty much hated it for much of my life.  I hated gym class (and almost flunked it one year because I always "forgot my gym suit") and was never into sports.  What did I do?  Oh, I rode my bike, and there was a stretch of time where we went roller-skating like every weekend!  But, running?  Oh, NO WAY!

As an adult, I'd gone through a few stretches where I tried exercising, and/or losing weight.  The first time, I think I used BeachBody videos - Yoga Booty Ballet!  Still like it and am thinking of incorporating it into my "training" plan.  But, then that sort of dropped off.  

Later on, the library I was working at did a "Biggest Loser" competition among the staff.  At this point I was getting a little older, and was starting to feel the effects of the extra weight I'd put on over the years.  I decided I would join the friendly, workplace competition.   For this go-round, I used some Biggest Loser DVDs - loved Bob Harper, not so much a Jillian Michaels fan - which made me realize the type of "coaching" I preferred - the supportive kind, not the drill-sergeant kind.  I also really took a look at what and HOW MUCH I was eating.  

I won the competition, but continued on and ended up losing 50 pounds over about a 9-10 month period (maybe a year, I don't remember exactly).  All I know is it was a slow process but it worked!

Flash-forward a few years to December 2014.  I wasn't doing anything in particular for fitness but was still watching what I ate...but when I started a new job and had to walk up 3 flights of stairs, I started realizing I was losing the benefits I'd gained after the weight-loss.  I decided I needed to find something to help make those stairs not so punishing.

At the time, my sister was running a bit, and one of my new co-workers was VERY much into it.  I was at least going to start walking but needed some good shoes.  The co-worker suggested I go to Fleet Feet Schererville and get fitted.  Well, I took her advice and went in, but got total STICKER SHOCK at the prices.  So, I did what I'm sure many do at the beginning - I went in, tried some shoes on, found out that a "neutral" shoe was good for me, and I promptly left, went to Kohl's and bought some other (reasonably-priced) brand.

Unfortunately, I learned very quickly that shoes do make a difference.  I didn't like the ones I purchased, returned them, and went back to get the Brooks Ghost shoes I had tried on at Fleet Feet.

While at the store, the friendly people (but a little intimidating to me, since they were RUNNERS) started telling me about their No Boundaries program - a running program that would train you for a 5k.  I was VERY hesitant.  Me?  Run?  But, they said, you can do the beginner plan which starts off with walk/run intervals.  I still wasn't sure.  

But, I signed up.  For my first No Boundaries program.  My first 5k.  The training program started in, get this, FEBRUARY (2015).  FEBRUARY?  Was I insane?  I hated winter probably more than I hated running.  I remember the first day - we couldn't even run on the trail - had to go through the parking lot, across a major road, and down one of the side streets.  Oddly, I don't remember the distance or time we started with, but I do remember it was a walk/run interval (for us newbies), and I kept thinking, there is NO WAY I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO RUN A MINUTE!!  

It's pretty obvious I survived.  That program was so awesome.  I learned about running form, road and trail rules/etiquette, hydration, nutrition, belly-breathing, and so much more.  The coach and mentors were so supportive and helpful, as were the other runners.  

The goal race was in April 2015.  I convinced my sister to come run it with me.  It was the Spring Fling Ramp Run, which included running up 3 levels of a parking garage on campus!  But, we'd trained for it well, and I finished.  I remember taking a walking break right before you came around the corner and up along the last stretch.  I thought, I'm going to walk now so I can RUN across the finish line!

After the race! 

My sister and I at my very first-ever 5k race!

At that moment, I NEVER thought I'd be where I am now - about to run my first marathon.

After that first program, I continued signing up for the 5k distance programs and tried to improve my time.  I did a ton of races.  I met more wonderful people - many who have continued on the path to longer distances, others who have taken different forks in the fitness road.  I think I did 3 more 5k programs before FINALLY giving in and moving up to the 10k at the end of 2015, again doing the Breaking Boundaries program with Fleet Feet. 

My medal rack - as of December 2015 - our coach gave us a medal after completing that first program, and again for the last 5k program I did - they are on the ends - that first medal is still the most meaningful one I've received!

Oddly, it didn't take me quite as long to jump up to the half marathon distance...my first half marathon was Indy Mini in May of 2016.  One of the reasons I wanted to do this race was because for part of the course, you run around the Indianapolis Speedway - the Indy 500 had special meaning to me having gone there for qualifying, and the Indy 500 - with my dad when I was young.  I liked the idea of running along the same track as those fast cars and it made me think of those trips with my Dad.

About to run into the Speedway at my first Indy Mini!

At the finish with the cool medal!

I did more races in 2016 - one in Milwaukee and one in Madison to earn the M2 medal.  I did the iconic Rock n Roll Las Vegas Half Marathon late that year where I broke my Indy Mini time and PR'd with a time of 3:03:56. 

My medal rack as of July 2016

At the start of the Las Vegas Half Marathon in November, 2016.

The half marathon course took you all the way down to Fremont Street!

My medal rack as of November 2016

Then...in January 2017 I hit a wall and didn't run for a solid month.  I don't know why.  (Well, maybe I do...I'll talk about that some other time.) But, having done a very cliche runner-thing, I'd signed up for Indy Mini 2017 immediately following Indy Mini 2016...so...of course I had to start training again.  

I began that training program with trepidation and, really, a pretty negative attitude.  Then something happened.  Something that probably changed the trajectory of my running in the most positive way possible....

I started doing run/walk intervals with some of the women in the group.  This completely changed my perspective.  I don't know if I just had a mental block about having to RUN the ENTIRE time or what, but being introduced to intervals, in a welcoming, supportive way, and knowing that they had successfully completed other races with this method - I was all-in.  At that time, I still ran the shorter mileage, but on the weekend long runs I enjoyed settling into the 1/1 run/walk interval.

It probably had to do with the fact that in all my half marathons, I had walked some anyways - this way, I was doing it in a structured way, and KNEW, if I stuck to the intervals, I would RUN AT LEAST HALF of it!

I owe so much to those women who let me join them (one of them happened to be the coach of my first 5k program).  I truly don't know if I'd be about to run my first marathon if I hadn't joined their pace group.

I PR'd at INDY MINI 2017 with a time of 2:50:48!

After PR-ing at Indy Mini 2017!

I've since broken that time, with a race I did in May 2018, but I'll save that story for another day.

Bad picture, but my medal rack as of August 2017 - yes, I have a problem with wanting the bling!