A dumb ass with a plan!

In June I will run 100 miles. Or walk some, and heck, I can crawl if need be.

I haven’t run outside since last Sunday, but I’ve been to the gym for the elliptical (Tuesday), walked some (parking at work sucks ass – I got in a couple miles to and from my car), and today made it to the 8:30am Body Works class. I forget how hard that class is if you don’t go very often. And then I hopped on the elliptical and did 3 miles right after class. Wahoo! Achilles is still sore but no shooting or burning pain. I’m super happy about that. Tomorrow I’ll head out to the local (paved) trail and run for time not distance. I need to love my run. Fingers crossed!

Short week at work coming up since we will head to Bend on Friday right after school gets out. My sister backed out of the race because it hurts to run. Bummer for her – but that means I’ve already met my goal of ‘beating her time’ even if it meant pushing her over at the end! Yep – I’m THAT sister. I wonder if she’ll have food ready to dive into when the rest of us are done?

I plan to head to the running store before next weekend and see about getting heel pads, and maybe some black compression socks for the trail. I’m still thinking about the tank top with my emergency contact info on it – we’ll see.

And as for 100 freaking miles in June? I have two half’s so that’s already 26.2 (and likely the only time I will ever write that mileage down!), which means 28 other days to get in 73.8 miles. 3 a day – or thereabouts. Who knows, but I’m sure going to try.

What’s something scary you should suck it up and try? Do you have siblings you compete with? Have you run a trail race at a very different elevation than you’re used to and survived?

Positive thoughts – cheers,


Going backward was not the plan…

Last weekend was the Rock’N’Roll Portland Half Marathon. I knew going into it that I was not trying to PR, and my goal time was around 2:30 because I had a tight hamstring/IT band thing happening in my left leg. No problem, my corral was with the 2:30 pace group so I was set. Until mile 7, the Hawthorne Hill, and that moment when the pace group passed me and stole my mojo along with it. I finished in 2:39 and after a bath, a shower and then a nap, headed for home and actually felt pretty decent.

I finished my first half in 2:17, my second in 2:30. At this rate, I should be hitting the three hour mark pretty soon – and that wasn’t really my goal!

The weekend before RnRPDX I did the Run Like A Mother 5k with Red. We ran it together last year and I felt much more prepared this year. Until the route changed, several hills, a potty stop (the line was super long before we lined up and I knew there was a bathroom just past mile 1), and it was warm and sunny (60°). Finish time was about the same as last year – but still fun. And there we medals!

So that brings me to yesterday and the Emerald City 10k & 15k and this dumbass that signed up for the 15k the weekend after the half. I finished, my knee didn’t really hurt although my hamstrings need some time with the foam roller and a yoga video or five. My hips want a recurring date with the pool to see if that will help (I can only swim breast stroke so those froggy moves should work). And it appears that my right heel pain, that I’m in constant denial over, might possibly be Achilles related. Not. Good. Crap finish time of 1:48. 8 mins slower than the Hot Chocolate 15k which had serious hills.

I go back and forth between feeling like a complete loser because my times should be getting better not worse, and then reminding me that this only happens when you follow the training schedule and don’t run so many freaking races so close together. And my guy reminds me that ‘I DID IT’, which is still a huge accomplishment. However, I still think I’m a Dumb Ass. In fact, maybe I’ll get that put on my shirt for my next half. In two weeks. At almost 3800′ elev, with over 1000′ elev gain (Im at about 400′ above sea level most of the time). Or maybe I will just print my emergency contact info on my shirt on big letters for the paramedics. I can save the Dumb Ass idea for RnR Seattle…two weeks later. Then I’m done. I’m purposefully taking a break and getting myself all healed up. I’m still going to do a ran a month, but they will be shorter for a while, and I’m going to pick a training plan and follow it.

Then I’ll train for RnR Vegas in November when I’m going to run the strip at night with my brother and his wife. In costume. And hopefully in decent time! I’m not going backward forever.

Are you an injured runner? Ever have a plan that you don’t follow and forget you can’t blame the plan for failing? How do you motivate yourself when the going gets super, freaking tough?

I’m grabbing a bag of frozen peas…