9 things I learned while training for a half marathon

When I first started having knee problems about two years ago, I went to see an orthopedic doctor.  After a lengthy round of Q&A and a few X-rays, the doctor simply concluded that “some knees just aren’t made for running.”  Really, doctor?  Apparently the x-rays didn’t show the stubbornness that fills my bones like a tough impervious marrow.  From that day forward, I’ve wanted nothing more than to run farther, longer, and faster than I had the day before.  I love running, and I wanted, no, I NEEDED to prove that doctor wrong.

In December, I signed up for the Charlotte Racefest (my first ever half marathon), but after four long months of training ending with yet ANOTHER knee injury, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to run it.  This time around, I hurt my knee doing lunges in a bootcamp class at the Y.  When will I learn?  I took it easy the entire month before the big race, but when race day arrived I still wasn’t confident I’d be able to run 13.1 miles.  At that point, I only had two 10-mile runs under my belt.

Since I’d already forked out the cash for the half marathon, I decided to at least attempt to run it.  During the race, I tried not to think too much about my knees, but as the miles ticked by I couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded that I was still running.  Most of the race was shrouded in a euphoric haze, but as I neared the finish line I started to feel nauseus.  My pace slowed, and I began to feel dizzy.  With every step, the looming finish line appeared to be one step further away.  At that moment, the BF jumped out from the sidelines smiling and hooting and clapping his hands like a crazy man.  I was so close.  I put my head down, dug my heels in, and pumped my arms.  Seconds later I crossed the finish line clocking in at 1:56:58–literally seconds below my original 9-minute mile goal!

As I hobbled to the sideline, I could do nothing but let out an exasperated “BOO YA.”  Some knees just aren’t made for running, my ass.

Here are the top 9 things I learned while training for my first half marathon:

#1  101110-165-013Buy good shoes.  This one is #1 for a reason, and I can’t stress it enough.  The first time I hurt my knee, it was completely and solely due to the fact that I was wearing a cheap pair of old cross trainers.  I urge you to go to a real running store and hop on the treadmill.  Have the sales associate watch your running patterns and check to see if you under or over pronate your ankles.  Is your stride too long?  Are you heel striking?  (I was!)  Don’t buy shoes based solely on the sweet color or the cool gel thingy in the heel.  It’s hard, I know.  I LOVE my Asics Gel Nimbus 13′s, and plan to get a new pair this month!

#2  Create a plan (brownie points if you use Excel).  When you’re training for a long distance race, especially if it’s your first one, you can’t just approach it all willy nilly.  Are you serious about completing the race?  Yes?  Well then sit your butt down, do some research, and create your plan of attack.  Make sure to factor in short runs, long runs, and those extremely important recovery days.  Check out my half marathon training plan here.

#3  Stick to the plan.  Here’s the bottom line:  if you miss a run, you are only cheating yourself.  Plain and simple.  Remember, all runs are important — not just the long ones.

#4  Listen to your body.  YES you need to stick to the plan.  However, there’s a big difference between missing a run because you’re feeling lazy and tired and just want to curl up on the couch and watch Big Bang Theory reruns versus missing a run because of an injury.  When I hurt my knee AGAIN a month before the big race, I was forced me to miss out on 75% of my last month of training.   My knees had had ENOUGH.  I knew it.  My knees knew it.  Had I forced myself to continue to run through the injury, the injury would have gotten much more serious.  Period.

#5  Food.  Food is extremely important.  Your body needs to be properly fueled, especially for long runs.  Choose your pre-run grub wisely.  Unfortunately, there is no one-size fits all meal plan.  Each of our bodies reacts differently to different foods.  It may take some trial and error to help you find balance between energizing yourself and not feeling weighed down.  For long runs (longer than 1 hour), make sure to bring a snack.  Something soft and easy to chew (like a Larabar) is ideal.  I do not recommend fiber bars for mid-run snacks.  I speak from experience on this one…  Enough said.

#6  Go #1 AND #2 (if possible) before your long runs.  This is serious.

#7  Stay hydrated.  EVERY. DAY.  Dehydration can cause all sorts of problems–headaches, fatigue, and JOINT PAIN.  I’ve found I tend to drink more when I have a glass with a straw, so I keep a tumbler full of ice water on my desk at work all day long.

#8  Cut your toenails or face injury.

#9  Your legs and toes might go numb mid-run.  I’m not sure if everyone has this problem, but I sure do.  I’ve found that doing a few quick high knees and a few toe scrunches helps to keep the blood flowing without having to stop and stretch.  During a race, I make sure to do this quick combo at every mile marker.  Sure it may look a little funny, but heyyyy I can feel my legs!!!

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My Half Marathon Training Plan

Whelp, it’s official.

Once an Excel spreadsheet enters the picture, there’s just no turning back.  In my world, transforming an idea, plan, or goal to a glorious (preferably multi-tabbed) spreadsheet is like signing my name in wet cement.  It took a lot of thought and research, googling and binging, reading and pondering, but I finally got my half marathon training plan together!

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Recap–the (almost) 14 day fitness challenge

Whelp, it has been 14 days since I proposed the 14 day fitness challenge and made it my goal to exercise every day for 14 days straight (including the Thanksgiving holiday).  The first 7 days went as planned and I exercised each day.  Boo.  Ya.

Here’s how the second half of the challenge stacked up:

Day #8:  Power Pump class at the YMCA

Day #9:  Woke up with knee pain, so I decided NOT to exercise.

Day #10:  15 minutes on the elliptical, 1 hour of strength training & free weights

Day #11:  Turkey Trot!  5 miles in 43:48!!

Day #12:  30 minutes on the elliptical

Day #13:  3 Mile Leslie Sansone walking video with my mom

Day #14:  Stuck in traffic on the drive home from Ohio and got home 2 hours late – AKA no exercise.

So the 14 days fitness challenge was more like the 12 out of 14 day challenge.  Even though I missed the challenge goal, I’m happy with what I was able to accomplish.  First off, I listened to my body and decided not to run when my knee was bothering me.  This is HUGE for me.  Normally I am stubborn (and stupid) and try to run despite pains, which is exactly how I hurt myself two summers back.  Second, I EXERCISED ON THANKSGIVING. Insane!!!

The Turkey Trot was the first race I have run in, and I’m already searching for my next race.

Half marathon here I come!!!!

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Fitness Challenge

Normally at 11pm on a Sunday night I’d be curled up in the fetal position on the couch swaddled in a big fluffy blanket praying to all that is holy that time could somehow remain still and allow me to savor a few more hours… let’s be honest.. DAYS of weekend.  This evening, however, is one from a different tale because I’m in the midst of an extended Thanksgiving holiday back home in the Motherland.  There’s still a couch and a big fluffy blanket but that typical Sunday anxiety for the impending workweek is delightedly absent.  Instead I’ve got thoughts of plans with friends, family festivities out the wazoo, lasagna, the upcoming Turkey Trot I signed up for (my first race EVER EEK!), MORE lasagna, oh and of course the mental preparations for my annual Black Friday Blitz.

When I started preparing for this long trip home, I knew in my gut that it would involve a ton of food and a ton of exercising… wait…. shopping counts as exercising, right?!  Right. So what my gut was REALLY saying was that the trip home would involve a crap ton of food and next to nothing in the physical exercise department.

Ugh.

I came up with the idea to challenge myself to a 14 day fitness challenge to ensure I kept my butt in gear (literally) over the holiday.

14 days of back-to-back fitness.

Here’s what I’ve accomplished in the first 7 days:

Day #1:  Ran 3 miles

Day #2:  Body Pump!

Day #3:  30 minutes of high intensity interval training

Day #4:  Body Pump!

Day #5:  Ran 5 miles

Day #6:  1.5 hours of Strength Training & cardio randomness

Day #7:  Ran 3 miles

So far so good!  This challenge really helped me to stay on track during a rather stressful week that included MANY instances of trying to talk myself out of going to the gym.  Too tired.  Too much to do.  Too far behind… etc.  Too, too, too.  Blah, blah, blah.  Each of these days I’d remind myself of the challenge I posted on this here blog and how extremely disappointed you all would be in me if I did not hold up to my end of the challenge.  Am I right?  Just the thought of your sad faces has gotten me out there doing SOMETHING physical every day.

To that I say THANK YOU!

Oh by the way, did I mention I have this whole week off of work?  Oh… I did?

Hmmm… well I guess there’s nothing else to say then.  EXCEPT to announce the winner of the NuGo slim giveaway!

The winner is….

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Katie!  Congratulations!!  Please email me with your mailing address!

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14-Day Fitness Challenge–Turkey Trot Edition

I don’t know about you guys, but my level of motivation to exercise is dwindling downward along with the temperatures.  Add to this the impending holiday of gluttony, and I’m a wee bit concerned my pants aren’t gonna fit come the new year.  Let’s just face the facts.  I’m not one to turn down delicious grub, and my food intake around the holidays can be downright excessive.  That’s just me.  I love food.  I definitely make an effort to be “conscious” of what I’m eating, but when you give me fifty options there’s no way I’m walking away from that buffet line without a mounding plate of glorious home cookin’.  There will be pounds of turkey slathered with cranberry sauce.. and several hot buttery rolls…  and potatoes in every fashion:  mashed ones, and cheesy ones, and sweet ones topped with melty marshmallows and brown sugar, and a potato salad… or three.  Let us not forget about the dessert table.  I can hear the angels singing now….  I have to sample everything.  It’s tradition, and not doing so is just, well, downright rude in my family.

Hence the aforementioned pants fear. 

Since I function best in life when I have goals to strive towards (Type A?  Moi?!??), I’m rolling out a personal fitness challenge to get me amped up to exercise over the Thanksgiving holiday.  This isn’t just ANY fitness challenge, this is the 14-Day Fitness Challenge – The Turkey Trot Edition.  The goal of this fitness challenge is to exercise every day for the next 14 days.  Yes, that includes Thanksgiving… and my beloved Black Friday. Every.Day. For 14 days.  Here’s the kicker:  I’ll also be running my first EVER race — The Cleveland 5 mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day. 

Can we all keep our fingers crossed for no snow, please?!

I WILL EXERCISE EVERY DAY.

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Who’s with me?

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A rogue toenail.

Well if that title didn’t furrow your brow then you my friend read with unshakable candor.

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I survived the Great Attack of the Rogue Toenail and all I got was this lousy Band-Aid.

Perhaps we should back up a few steps….

Sunday morning I snuck out of bed early to make myself breakfast, drink excessive amounts of black coffee, and sprawl out on the couch to catch up on blog reading and a good hour of budget reconciling. Ahhhh nothing brings me more joy than a nice breakfast and a nicely balanced budget ;)

I absolutely adore those peaceful morning hours when the rest of the sane world is still cuddled up with their blankies sucking their thumbs while I’m off doing whatever my little heart desires. It kind of reminds me of sneaking out of the house as a teenager. Something about being awake when no one else is feels rebellious and thrilling to me. *Perhaps* I’ve traded in sneaking out to meet my friends for sneaking out to play with excel. But that’s ok. This is a judgment free zone. Sadly these special hours seem to only present themselves on Sundays and this is precisely the reason for which I dutifully savor ever ounce of every Sunday morning.

Once my breakfast settled and I started to feel the caffeine from my coffee IV kick in, I decided to head out on my Sunday long run. I hadn’t been on a long run for two weeks–since the day I ran a whopping six miles—the *ahem* farthest *ahem* I had EVER run. Yesterday as I set out, I was motivated by Lindsay’s post about reaching her new 8 mile long distance running record. So I got my butt off the couch and laced up my sneakers. As soon as I stepped outside I realized it was kinda hot out. As in I’d been outside 3 seconds and I was already starting to perspire. The mental games immediately started. I began to talk myself down and lower my expectations. It’s hot. Just go for a quick run and get your butt back inside. If you’re too tired, you can always stop. Etc. etc. Mind games to keep myself from heading back in. Maybe I would make a good salesman…

After pretending to stretch for a minute or two, I was off. Miles started to tick by. I ran to the pizza shop, to Target, to the coffee shop, to the grocery store… Everywhere I could think of. Each time I reached my destination I gave myself a new one. Toward the end of mile 4 I seriously contemplated calling a cab to come get me. I had taken an unfortunate turn that put me at the foot of a rather steep hill, and I actually had to clasp my hand against my chest as I weased my way upward right past a Two Men and a Truck Van with unloading in process. They looked concerned, but they didn’t try to stop me and I kept going. And going. And going. And finally, after an eternity of running, when my Runkeeper ap declared that I’d reached and unfathomable 8 miles I said “mmmmmmkay yeah that’s enough.” And I stopped.

8 miles. Absolute ridiculousness.

How’s that for blogosphere motivation?!

If I’m going to keep doing this long run business, I really need to look into getting one of those little runner’s fanny packs to carry a bottle of water. Dehydration is no friend of mine. I’m thinking something along the lines of this Fuel Belt:

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Any recommendations?

I was RIPE after the run. You know it’s bad when you can smell your own stank. When I undressed to hit the showers I was shocked to see that one of my toes was completely covered in blood! At first glance I thought the entire side of my toe had sliced open! After a momentary freak out moment that included me hobbling out to the patio to show the BF my war wound, I took a closer look and realized the toe was still one solid appendage, but rather my crazy pinky toenail had stabbed the one next to it in an apparent angry rage! What the heck?! I’ve always had squirrely pinky toenails. I mean, when I paint my nails I basically have to paint my whole pinky toe and then wipe off the excess because the nail is so small and peculiar shaped. I just never realized that thing was locked and loaded!

Lesson learned: Always be on the lookout for rogue toenails, especially before long runs.

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The crazy things I get myself into.

For weeks and WEEKS I’ve been talking about getting a bike.  I just kept talking and talking about it.  And himming and hawing. Then I texted. I emailed. I tweeted.

Still no bike.

At the beginning of summer, I saw this bike at Target and was immediately in love.

The Schwinn Gateway City Bike:

So many factors contributed to my love: the vintage look & color, the adorable little luggage rack, and especially the big comfy cushiony seat for my old lady bootay.

The other day, when I randomly checked Target’s website for the bike and found that it was gloriously on SALE I knew it was fate (am I the only one who interprets “sale” to mean “fate”?). I quickly checked the store inventory, and found the bike was SOLD OUT at all but one Target in the Charlotte metro…

Crap!

After work I sped-walked (speed-walked? Hmmm… how bout walked at an embarrassingly fast pace?) the 1.25 miles to the nearest target. I was hot and sweaty by the time I got there, probably due to the giant bag of work crap and lunch tupperwares I was carrying on my shoulder. I felt like a Black Friday shopper as I did the excited half run/half walk to the bike aisle… And there she was. The LAST bike of this model and color in the Charlotte Metro area. As I wheeled the beautiful bike triumphantly to the front of the store I realized that not only was I going to have to ride the bike 2 miles home, but I’d have to do it while carrying this GIANT bag of work crap on my shoulder.

Awesome planning. Awesome.

Once outside it dawned on me that I’d have to do something about all the tags if I was going to have any sort of street cred. I tried ripping them off, then sawing them off with my keys, and finally managed to remove everything BUT the manual, which I left dangling on the side of the bike.

I’m so cool.

About 7 minutes into the ride home as I was awkwardly fumbling with my giant bag o’ crap, I noticed I had forgotten to remove the big bright green paper display signs in the wheel spokes of the bike.  Soooo classy.

Two minutes later while riding on a particularly narrow patch of sidewalk on a particularly busy street I managed to side swipe a brick wall. Whose idea was this?!

It seemed like it took entirely too long to ride the two miles home. Google maps must have miscalculated the distance… Or, (more appropriately said) holy cow bike riding is hard.

Once home, I tried to finangle getting the bike through the condo entrance whilst holding my giant bag of crap by backstepping as I held the door with one hand and the bike with the other. Did I mention I was wearing flipflops during this excursion? Oh yes, flipfops. Well, as I was back stepping, my flipflop flipped backward, I stumbled and then proceeded to do a 20 second tightrope teetering act until my fight or flight instincts kicked in and I realized I needed to either save myself or the bike. So, the bike went crashing to the ground as I stumbled backwards recovering my balance. Lucky for me I had an audience during this whole fiasco.

Well hellooooooo there. I’m Hot Mess Mary. Nice to meet you!

After refusing to get on the elevator with the innocent bystanders and waiting for a solo ride, I wheeled my bike onto the elevator. When the doors opened at my floor, there were two new bystanders waiting to get on.  At the site of them, I got all flustered and proceeded to try and turn the bike around IN the elevator. I gave it three good attempts, wheels bumping into either side of the elevator, before realizing the bike was clearly too large to maneuver in the elevator, verbally declaring the whole situation “AWKWARDDDDD” and proceeding to ever so carefully backstep my way off the elevator.

After all that, I made it home. I have my bike, which I have already received two compliments on I might add Smile

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She’s going the distance…

I’m one of those weirdos who likes to run WITHOUT headphones.  Did you know that some people actually do that?  I think the first thing most runners do after lacing up their sneakers is pump up the jams.  Yes, it’s 1992 again.  Where IS that jock jams c.d. anyway?

Personally, I just like to hear the sounds of nature (or the sounds of city) as I’m running.  Or, perhaps it really just has something to do with my paranoia and not wanting any crazies sneaking up behind me without my knowledge as it could impede my natural defense mechanism:  the karate chop.   Hyyyyyyyy-ya!

Sometimes as I’m running sans music, my subconscious starts to play songs to keep me entertained.  There are two songs that pop into my head more than any others.  The Rocky Theme song.  Yes, I’m serious.  And Going the distance by Cake.  “She’s going the distance.  She’s going for speed.  She’s all alone (ALL ALONE) in her time of need.”  Not that any of this songs applies to me, but for some reason it keeps me chugging along.  Whatever works, right?

As much as I enjoy running, sometimes I wake up and want NOTHING to do with it.  I have this mental debate with myself about whether or not to run.  Then I try to convince myself I’ll go after work (haha, nice try self, but when has that ever happened?!).  The process of just getting myself outside is the hard part. Once I get going, I’m ALWAYS glad I did.

I was talking to my mom a week or so ago, and she mentioned this new book she’d read called In the Long Run.

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She casually suggested I read it.  AKA she told me I needed to read it.  She told me why I needed to read it.  Then she told me once again that I should really really just give it a shot.  And then three days later the book miraculously appeared at my doorstop.  Funny how those things work, isn’t it?

I can’t fully recommend the book.  BUT I can recommend the first 104 pages (slowly but surely making my way through it Winking smile ).  It does have my mom’s stamp of approval though, and I’m pretty sure that’s the highest level of stamp a book can receive.

The one theme in the book that has really resonated with me so far is: “slow down, and you’ll go farther”.

When I woke up Sunday morning I REALLY wasn’t in the mood to run.  I felt groggy (even with 8 hours of sleep), so I made some coffee and cooked up my normal dippy egg + 3 egg white scramble + a toasted slice of Trader Joe’s sprouted bread.

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Then I decided if I was going to run (which the jury was still out on), I’d need some extra fuel so I threw in a 1/2 cup Trader Joe’s plain vanilla greek yogurt (my fav) and some strawberries.  While I let all that deliciousness sink in, I started thinking about the book.

Slow down, and you’ll go farther.

It’s like I could hear my mom whispering these words in my ear.  Slow down, Mare.  Slow down….. That was enough for me to get my butt in gear.  Once outside I decided that rather than hitting the trail for my normal 3 mile loop, I’d head for the city for a leisurely uncharted jog.  2.5 miles into it, I felt like I could run a little farther than my normal 3 miles.  4 miles into it, my knees still weren’t bothering me.  5 miles into to, I was pretty much AMAZED at my progress.  And at an OUTRAGEOUS 6 miles, I was still holding steady at my normal 10 minute mile pace.

Never in my life have I ran that long.

HOLY COW.  Where did that come from?  I’ve been running 3 mile loops consistently for the last couple of weeks after FINALLY making it through my interval training and getting to the point of running without any walking intervals.  But going from 3 miles to 6 miles, no problem?  I’m still shocked.  On my normal 3 mile loop, I always feel like DEATH at the end.  Like every last ounce of life has been sucked from my being and it’s all that I can do to drag my feet back to my condo.  Is that because I have a predetermined route in mind and I’m just hurrying to get to the end?  Is it really just in my head?  Just HOW far can I run if I set out with no plan in mind?  8 miles?  10 miles?!

I guess mom was right.  Maybe I’ll actually finish this book, unlike the 5 others I currently have in progress Smile

What’s the farthest you’ve ever ran?

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Run and done(ish)

The low down:  This week marks week four of my self-proclaimed Kick the Knee Pain running program.  I started off this new program with intervals of 2 minutes walking 1 minute running, and each day I run I bump my run interval time up by 1 minute.  Sunday I completed 3 intervals of 8 minutes running and 1 minute walking.

Status:  Other than some mild tightness in my knees, I haven’t had any knee issues so far!

Contributing “Success” Factors:

  1. Buying new running shoes BEFORE starting to run.
  2. Running primarily on softer surfaces (trails, paths, etc.)
  3. NOT running every day and giving my knees a chance to recuperate
  4. Being conscious of my natural tendency to heel-strike and focusing on NOT
  5. Strength training.  Building up the muscles in my legs and my core supposedly takes stress of the knees.

Conclusion:  Boo ya.

*Note that stretching is not on the list above…  feel free to leave angry comments about the importance of stretching.  Maybe that will get it through my stubborn brain.

Short-Term Goal:  Be at 30-minute running only intervals (i.e., no walking) with no knee pain by August 15th.

And now on to more exciting things… like this lovely tuna wrap I had for dinner Smile

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Isn’t it perdy?  This was a quick hodgpodge I threw together after work and consisted of:

  • 1 can chunk tuna in water, drained
  • 1 tbsp light HELMANS mayo (none of that miracle whip crap Steaming mad)
  • 1/4 cup chopped red onion
  • 1 small dill pickle, chopped
  • Handful of romaine lettuce
  • Handful of grape tomatoes
  • S&P
  • Dried Dill
  • 1 light Italian Flat-out wrap

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This made for one gynormous wrap, that I basically inhaled.  Along with some cucumber salad:

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This should be called the Lazy Girl Salad.  It consisted of 1 sliced cucumber, some white vinegar, and some dried dill.  Easy peasy!

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Tomorrow is Wednesday!  And for the 92nd week in a row, I’m going to attempt to NOT forget it’s What-I-Ate-Wednesday.  I even put a reminder in my phone Smile

Question of the evening:  How do we feel about my giant head on the right hand side of the page?

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