We were *this* close to a team run this weekend! *THIS* close.
Margaret had planned a trip to Maine for the holiday weekend, Janet’s camping plans in Acadia got wrecked thanks to the gov shutdown so she would be home, and I was not traveling for work. It looked as if the three of us might actually run together for the long run – 18-20 miles. But, life got in the way and it turns out that we all had to run separately. Janet scored 21 miles (overachiever), I clocked 17.5 – a bit short of my goal thanks to a killer side stitch (to be discussed later,) and Margaret is planning her 3 hrs of running time (however many miles that gets her) for today. We’re still pretty proud of ourselves, though disappointed that we didn’t get to help each other through the madness.
So, since I was alone, I can really only report on my activity for the week. I had to travel, so I only completed a couple of short-ish runs this week – 3-5 miles each, but close enough to stay on the training plan that I’ve been using. I also felt a cold coming on (occupational hazard this time of year with so much handshaking and so many different germs to encounter in so many different locations… including subways,) and knew I had a long run coming on the weekend, so wanted to save some energy.
My training plan called for 18 miles on this weekend. I wanted to try and go for 20. Especially because last weekend I wanted to get to 15 and had to stop at 13 because of a side stitch. This weekend called for redemption.
I am fortunate enough to live in the same town as Olympic Marathon Gold Medalist, Joanie Benoit Samuelson. She is incredibly kind and generous and she spreads her enthusiasm for running all over the place. She knows the local high school runners, the local college runners, the average community runners (like me) that are grinding it out on the roadways on the weekend, just trying to get it done. She and I have had various reasons to cross paths and she has kindly taken notice of my teenage daughters’ running interests and supported me in my own.
Though I can be intimidated by her incredible athleticism and accomplishments, I still went ahead and asked her for a solid 18-20 mile route in Freeport/Brunswick. I knew she’d have a selection of long routes she loves and since we live near each other, I knew she’d suggest something I could hop on right from my own road. Sure enough, she cheerfully offered a route that was just the right length, though, I must say, a bit HILL -Y. A roller coaster run was not my first choice. However, I imagined that the next time I bump into her, she’d ask me how the run went, and I’d have to say, “Well, I wimped out and drove to a different starting location to get a flatter route.” LOSER answer.
Instead, I told the truth: “Thanks for the route, I’ll give it a try. I’m fighting a cold, so I hope I’ve got the distance in me.”
Joanie: “Well, listen to your body – it might be good to cut back to 15-16 this time …. can you go long next weekend?”
Let’s mark the entrance to CRAZYLAND right here.
“…go long next weekend” – does that mean that 15-16 miles, my “cut back”, is not long? Where does long begin? 18? 20? But I took the bait and parked right there in Crazy Land as I tightened my Hokas and started on Joanie’s original 18 miler recommendation. No cut backs.
As I was running, her route reminded me that I live in Maine – aka VACATIONLAND. Crazy Land and Vacationland all in one day.
Here is evidence of Vacationland on my run:
These were some pretty fine sites to keep me cruising along on a very hilly route. In my favor – perfect temp (50 degrees), light cloud cover. Working against me – low tide and cow farms – not so fresh air in some key areas. 😉
TUNES: Pandora cycled through some great artists: James Taylor, 10,000 Maniacs, Alison Krauss, Mark Knopfler, Sarah McLachlan, Dixie Chicks, Lyle Lovett (3 times), John Mayer (5 times), plus others. I know those artists don’t sound like they’d provide the rock-on beat that one might need to keep running, but if you run a 10 min mile, their tunes are for you.
NUTRITION: I had eaten carefully all week. Now that I have logged multiple very, very long runs, I am constantly hungry. I have a theory about this. I am definitely eating a enough calories to make up for what I burn plus what I need to stay alive, plus some extra treats because there is a certain amount of “food forgiveness” that I am taking advantage of with the mileage. But, I think my brain has taken note of the many weekends of forced bodily distress and emptying of caloric reserves, and is trying to prepare in advance… telling me, “Eat up. THAT could happen again.” So, I am even more conscious of the balance of what I eat, when I need to eat more carbs to have the energy on hand for long days, planting water along the way, and carrying energy chews with me.
CRAMP: Still, even with my attention to nutritional needs, that ridiculous, mean, side stitch bit me at mile 16 on this run and I pretty much limped the last mile and a half…. I was disappointed. I really wanted at least the 18. I know a .5 mile difference isn’t a lot, but it IS a lot when it’s short of the goal, for the second weekend in a row.
On the upside, 17.5 miles took me exactly to this spot – MY HOUSE!!!
To get the 18, I would have had to run past my house and that would have been hard to do, even without a cramp.
Back to the cramp – if anyone knows anything about side stitches, please help me. A friend of mine recently asked me what my fears were about the marathon. I have many, but at the top of the list is SIDE-STITCH because if I can’t breathe it out right away, I’m cooked. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I can do the pickle juice on a long distance run, despite the believers who swear it will save me. Nevermind the fact that I’m not sure how I would access pickle juice during the marathon…
RECOVERY CARE: I did sit in an ice bath, but that’s not the good part of recovery care. Typically, I am not a routine nail salon patron. In the past, it’s just been a treat when I’m in NYC or every now and then at a place near home. But, in the last couple of months, I have been getting regular pedicures – on the long run days – because I am willing to pay someone to to rub my feet. The spiffy polish on my toes is just a nice take away. Fortunately for me, Eddie is sympathetic to the toll the mileage takes on my feet… so he does an extra super job working on my feet and calves.
Eddie is awesome. (He works at Nails Lexus, by the way, Rte 1 in Falmouth, ME. Go there.)
So, all in all, we are in the home stretch. Next weekend is 12-13 miles. Then, one more really long one – a 20-22 miler – in late October, and then it’s tapering until the really, really long one on November 17th!