Saturday, August 19, 2023
Bridger Ridge Run (DNF) Recap
Friday, July 1, 2022
Half Marathon #5: Glacier Recap
Vacation Races had someone taking photos on the course. I think this is mile 8. No other way to get a photo of the beautiful course! |
I love Montana (born in Bozeman, but a Tennessean most of my life after moving as a tween). I love Glacier National Park. My husband knows it's my happy place, and that running is my happy thing. Everyone has life stress. And after years of staying home with our three little boys (now ages 11, 8, and 5), he suggested I look into any races that might happen in Glacier Nat'l Park to blow off some steam. This was almost ten months ago, and I thought it was too good to be true. BUT it's as true as it is good -- Vacation Races hosted The Glacier Half Marathon on June 25, this past Saturday. One of my dearest friends and I went right to planning our trip allllll those months ago. I can't believe it came and went so quickly. I've been back home, nearly a week, processing the immense gratitude and gently calming the part of me that just wants to move there 20 years ago.
What better souvenirs than my race shirt and medals? |
Running is such a blessing to my mind, and I'm so thankful for a supportive family. Whether I'm running around my neighborhood for daily miles OR traveling, it's such a sweet adventure that keeps me active and engaged and hopeful. I hope I get to do 100 halfs in my life. And some more fulls. But I'll just be thankful for one at a time.
I'm just so thankful! |
Monday, April 4, 2022
First 26.2 Recap :: AJM
Two days ago I ran my first full marathon, after two attempts in 2016 (melanoma side-railed training that time) and 2020 (a trail fiasco to keep it short, lol).
Our local Andrew Jackson Marathon lived up to its challenging reputation of being very hilly (see the elevation in the below image 🤣😱😳. I actually like hills. But whew.). The race was not crowded, but it was routed through residential and commercial neighborhoods we frequent often. I loved seeing so many people I knew in the race and on the sidelines. It was soooooo pleasant to be running "alone" but to not feel isolated.
Training went well for the most part, but three weekends before the race my left IT band threw it’s not-unusual fits about all the running I was doing. I was devastated at first, but my husband told me I’d worked too hard to give up. I got a pass to swim at a local gym, and I was told about a physical therapist who could help me with dry needling therapy. I love swimming from a year on a high school team; and then this physical therapist is athletic and confident, which helps me so much more than timid or doubtful pt’s who make me feel like once I am broken, it’s never gonna be the same. So yay for experience and confidence! One of the reasons I like running is to combat negative and stifling misconceptions we all have about so many things in our world, especially what we believe about ourselves and other people with false shame or grandiosity. It pounds out reality on the pavement, with a lot of courage and pain and triumph or disappointment along the way.
The first half of the marathon went great. Runners for the half did one loop, and full-marathoners did two loops. A friend had warned me it would be very hard to pass through that first loop, with some being finished at 13.1, and realize I had to do it all again. And she was right; that was probably the hardest emotional moment for me. And then to see half-marathoners not yet finished as I made it along my second loop made me realize just how hard this is. And that was hard mentally too.
Mile 16-18 is where I realized that gravity all of a sudden felt 5,000 times more powerful against my exhausted leg muscles. My lungs could have gone all day, but my legs were shot. It was liberating to walk up some hills at the end. I knew that I could run again if I recovered a bit. And that’s true. It’s not constant degradation; it’s a cycle of fatigue and recovery at that point. I believe if my last three weeks of training had gone as planned, with runs and strength exercises, that would not have been as hard on my muscles. But I guess I’ll have to test that out next time (which I am already fantasizing about).
So many dear friends and family encouraged me. Wow.
My mom and stepdad drove to several places and were tireless PR agents to keep me smiling and feeling loved.
My sister’s house was on my loops four times, so my adorable nieces and nephews pumped me up.
My husband had my boys at the start, middle, near the finish, and then at the finish.
My close friend came from her home a few hours away and slept in our guest room and drove me to the pre-dawn start line so Justin didn’t have to drag our boys out too early. She knew how much I wanted this first 26.2 to finally work out! (And she and I are flying to Canada in less than 11 weeks to hike and explore and for me to run a half marathon in Glacier National Park in Montana. We are EXCITED BEYOND BELIEF! Thanks to our hubbies!!!)
A friend who works at the running store that runs this event gave me so much encouragement and support the whole training session and was running the half course that morning. So I also saw her family that is so dear and encouraging to me.
Another new friend who used to coach cross-country and is an experienced marathoner had been helpfully advising me throughout training, and she and I unexpectedly ran a lot of the first half together. She did the half this time, and I was right behind her to get her high-five after she finished her race that day.
We’re part of a new small group, and my friend, Jill, drove to find me a few times and cheered me on. She was so unexpected and encouraging, and she has an amazing marathon success through injury, so she knew what I needed.
A generic icy hot patch on the sorest place where my quad attaches to my IT band at the hip mostly numbed that issue for the event. As soon as I removed it afterward, my IT band let me know it was still angry at me.
When the race was finished, I wasn’t sure if I loved it or hated it. It hurt more than I could imagine. Before I got injured I really think I had a chance of qualifying for Boston (3:35 or less), but the hills made that iffy. After I got injured, I really just hoped to keep it under four hours. I missed that by a few minutes, which would normally disappoint me. But I am just so amazed and thankful I got to do this! A full marathon is HARD! And I am now a marathoner!!!!!! And I want to do it again. Lol.
I got second place of the only two females in my age group, and the trophy ceremony was hilarious. Every runner was doing the “limp of glory” to get their bling. The woman in my age group ahead of me passed me as soon as the second half began. She did awesome at negative splitting (running the second half faster than the first. “Don’t be a fool in the first half and don’t be a wimp in the second half.”). With my injury, I wanted to make the most of every step I had, and I think I did it wisely under these circumstances. But “on paper” I crashed.
I could barely walk at church yesterday, but it was such a fabulous souvenir to remind me that I really DID just become a marathoner. And Justin and the boys were sooo great to encourage my resting. I did walk slowly as much as I could around the yard and played a light game of Pickleball with Justin. Keep the blood flowing gently to recover.
I wrote this fast while I waited for my eye exam appointment. I ain’t got time to be as wordy as normal, and y’all don’t have time to read it all. Lol. But thanks for making it this far!
For future racing, just a reminder to myself that my pre-night supper of salmon and sweet potatoes still works great. And my banana and peanut butter breakfast are fab too. And when I avoid my fav stove-popped corn and chia seeds for several days, my tummy is happier.
Still not a big fan of any gummies. Blahhh. I did make one potty stop at mile 18, and it really wasn’t too bad. But if I’d been trying to qualify for Boston, it would have made me angry. Ha. I do prefer wearing my water bladder than stopping at tables along the route for cups.
A dear friend reminded me of this as I uncertainly approached the start line with an injury. I am weak; He is strong. Whatever I do may or may not be fun for me, may or may not have any significance; but it is for Him regardless. Whew. 2 Corinthians 12:9 “‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Top 9 From My Collection of Injury Prevention
- I’ve had this one a few years, since my first half-marathon training in the fall of 2015. Plantars fasciitis is when the ligament on the bottom of your foot between your toes and heal is inflamed. This stretch has left me free of any pf symptoms since I discovered how effective it is to sit on my heels with my toes curled under. I do it for 30 seconds before and after every single run, and sometimes when I am getting laundry out or finding a pan in a low cabinet. It feels soooooooo good. It saves time to do it when I’m changing into my bra and running shirt beforehand, and afterward I do it while drinking water through a straw. Seriously one of the persistently effective stretches I have. Don't do it more than 30 seconds, though, or it gets too rough on your toes.
- This is a move from a free Rebecca Pacheco yoga video that she did for runners: Click here to view it. It’s called Figure 4, and it can be done standing or while lying on one’s back. The supporting leg is strong through the glutes, while the bent leg resting on the other knee receives a deeply satisfying stretch through the hips and IT band.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Not Allowed to Harm Myself, Am Allowed to Help Myself
The way I used to perceive my relationship with God, a very volatile connection based on my weakness, harmed me. What point did I serve, except annihilation? Now that I can digest and process how my existence--the good and bad responses--is contained in the gracious salvation of Christ's not-prudish, not-immature, not-elementary, not-competive-doctrine love for me, I can grow and move forward. Knowing my kids, in all their very human glory of weaknesses and strengths, are more than imperfections to be annihilated, helps me feel more supportive of myself and others. Grace abounds. Each created person is an impossibly complex and dynamic combination of experiences, feelings, and thoughts.
I happy to be a very neurotic person, who holds every.failure.ever (my own and others') too close to my heart. Shame for the past isolates me, fear for the future paralyzes me. At the peak of my depression, two to five years ago, I turned a corner in my journey. I claimed that spirit of power and love and self-discipline that Jesus gives me. I still have to claim it most days, intentionally choosing not to be timid and fearful. Some days I have to choose it multiple times. I sometimes even hit an invisible START OVER button in the air over my head on days that call for tactile support.
Getting my thoughts in order is a journey, not at arrival:
First, I listened to my counselor, husband, and family and started an antidepressant. I admire the dutiful mentors in my life, who have the mental fortitude to survive wars and dysfunction, literally. I tried to push through the minefield of my brain chemistry with sheer will to stand in those ranks. But then my counselor gave me a helpful metaphor for how our brains move our thoughts: All of us experience anxious thoughts, and healthy brains can wave goodbye as they pass; but brains with a chemical disorder will trap those anxious thoughts in a mental tunnel of Velcro, until there is no way to see around them. And if all a person can see are fears, then (s)he'll likely sink into depression. It took a few adjustments, but after two+ years of taking medication, YES, that metaphor is true. It is powerful, loving, and disciplined to accept help. My lens affects the people I love the most.
Then, once I got my thoughts un-constipated, the flow of healthy psychological tools and biblical support in my heart could rush to the places that needed healing and continue reconstruction. A list of cognitive distortions can easily be found on Google. The amount of automatic lies we tell ourselves is devastating. Learning what those lies are is the beginning if a battle against what is false to claim what is true. Once I know how to confront my thoughts, become ever more sensitive to what is true and what is not, the biblical truths can be what they're meant to be: strength for walking in salvation through a world of unpredictable weather. Saying goodbye to blind optimism and toxic cynicism is a journey worth enduring. That's why I am sharing this now. Jesus is part of the ongoing physical, mental, and spiritual creation of this world. And how amazing is this time of psychological pioneering to walk hand-in-hand beside Him as he points at the beauties of what He made. Don't discount psychology.
My bookclub read Dark Matter by Blake Crouch a few months ago. A physics professor is kidnapped into an alternate reality in his multiverse. It seems impossible for him to find the way back to his reality, so when he wants to give up, he repeats:
"I am not allowed to think I'm crazy. I am allowed to solve this problem."
When I get bogged down by the heartaches of others; by my own inadequacy to heal my own aches, much less others'; by my own weaknesses as I train for spiritual warfare or a marathon or one day parenting teenagers; by disappointments in my heritage; I repeat that mantra to myself move forward.
And I have different versions for different situations:
"I am not allowed to drown in this pit. I am allowed to climb out."
"I am not allowed to step forward off this cliff. I am allowed to take steps back and find a different route."
"I am not allowed to injure myself. I am allowed to either rest or gently test my adjustment edges."
"I am not allowed to predict the future. I am allowed to take the next right step."
"I am not allowed to panic. I am allowed to take a deep breath for calm."
Here is a note card that my counselor wrote years ago to help me identify harmful thoughts:
Solutions are everywhere, and God made us incredibly creative to grow in His strength and courage. Peace and joy to you, friends.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
You're Not a Baby to Throw Out With Bath Water
Without surrendering to the flow of Jesus's forgiving work, my heart is a cesspool. Endless praises to Him for this not being my reality. |
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Run LBL! Half-Marathon Recap 10/26/19
I was soaking wet and full of JOY afterward! |
I was SO happy about that dark green running hat. I wear the gray one from four years ago all.the.time because it is so comfortable. Race swag is always fun. |
Every race has different pools of people, but the gender and age diversity for the top ten finishers of this little race make me happy for all of us. |