What's next?

That's the question I'm asked the most now that the race is over.  Well, that and "Are you addicted?"  Yes.  I think I am, folks.  It was such a great experience to do the race that the training doesn't seem cumbersome anymore.  Maybe I should go back and reread my posts because I know there were days that I didn't want to walk, much less run, yet I had to somehow run 8 miles.  But, that's so far long gone that I've already forgotten about it. Since I've been asked so much, I've given it some thought.  Here are some reasons (in no particular order) why I'd like to do more:

1. I have to break 4 hours.  It's not a question anymore, I have to do it.  If I'm consistent in my mileage over the next year, and start running faster there's no reason why I can't drop 12 minutes for next year's race. (Ok, this is probably my #1 reason- the rest aren't in order though)
2. It's something Phil and I can do together.  We've already proven that we're good distance partners, and both enjoy it.  Phil's been doing it longer than I have, but I'm only 15 minutes slower than his best time so we could do some great training together.
3. Health benefits.
4. Energy. I didn't work out the past couple of days, and today I felt gross, sluggish and overall heavy.  Running specifically is a source of energy for me now.
5. Hot legs.  They're not there yet, but they will be.
6. Free shirts.  Yep, it's true. I like free things.  AND, the general rule is the longer the race, the nicer the shirt.
7. Bragging rights.
8. Keeps me from drinking too much (well, the night before a long run anyway)
9. Gives me an excuse to drink.  I earned it, right?!
10. Cute running clothes.  Like the jacket I got from Phil as a gift for finishing my marathon (LOVE IT!!)
11. An excuse to listen to pop music.  Lady Gaga is my hero when I'm running.
12.  Stress reliever.  Training was a little stressful, but it also gave me a ton of time to think, and really run the stress out of my body.
13. Wilson needs exercise, and if he doesn't get it it's going to drive me nuts.  I hate throwing the ball in the house so if an hour run can knock him out a little, I'm all for it.

My next mission is to find more races.  I'd really like to have a half marathon to train for during the winter, but that means I'd have to travel to get to the race.  I don't mind doing that, in fact I'd love to but this winter we have a couple trips planned already so it probably won't work out.  Eagle River 1/2 marathon is in May, so we'll definitely do that one.  I just wish there was something before that.  This is really a downside of having a winter season.  I read a blog about a runner in CA, and she gets to race all the damn time because it's always summer!  I do have a couple of races planned for the next couple of months- this weekend is a 5 miler, Briggs & Al's run downtown.  Then in November I'll do the Turkey Trot, which is a prediction run.  I guess those will have to do until I find another longer one.

For now, I'm going to focus on keeping my mileage up, and getting some speed workout in.  I'll be reacquainting myself with the treadmill (joy.).  If anyone has some suggestions about races let me know!

-Hayls

I'm sore.

Yesterday I ran 3 miles at the gym.  Although rough at first, it got better, and faster.  Today is a different story.

Today, my calves are burning like a thousand fires.  The pads of my feet are missing several layers of skin.  I need WD-40 for my knees, and the tin man feels like a closer descendant than anything else.  My quads are stiff as rocks.

But, you know what? It was worth it and I can't wait to run another one and break 4 hours.

I DID IT!

Starting line, Grafton High School!

Here we are- at the post I've been waiting to do for months. I ran the Lakefront Marathon yesterday- and I feel great!  (ok, that may be an exaggeration).  Let's recap.

First of all, let me tell you about my stats from the race.


Finish Time: 4:11:45
(Goal time: 4:20)
Pace: 9:37/mile
7 mi: 1:07:29
half: 2:07:46
20 mi: 3:14:33

Dan, Me, Nikki

I slept great the night before the race, so I woke up nice and refreshed the morning of.  Normally I wouldn't even think about showering before a run but race day was different.  I wanted to feel fresh, and ready to go so I showered, and by the time I was ready my crew team was also ready.  Wendi picked us up (me, Phil, Danny & Nikki) and we left our place around 6:40 a.m. The race started at 8, so I had plenty of time to get there, use the bathroom and stretch.  I was really nervous on the drive up to Grafton, it felt like forever getting up there.  I just kept thinking- if the drive takes this long, good lord this run is going 
to be forever.  

Family Photo!

Me & Wendi!

Once my crew left, I put my sweats in my race bag and dropped it off.  The race takes all the runners bags and transports them to the finish line to be picked up as you cross the line.  It's awesome because you can stay in your sweats until the last minute if you want to.  After dropping my bag off, I lined up with the 4:20 pace group.  That was something really helpful with the race- the pace groups.  They had a pace runner who was designated to run their respective pace during the whole race. They carry a sign with their time on it, and help carry you to your time goal.  4:20 was a good place for me to start because it was slow enough, but not TOO slow.  The pacer's name was Gary- it was his 50+ marathon!!  He was really energetic, and very welcoming to everyone, especially 1st timers like myself.

2.5 miles, and REALLY excited!!

Mile 7, feeling really good!

The first place I knew I'd see my crew (that's what I'll call them from now on) was about 2.5 miles in.  I was so excited to see them!  Hence, the jazz hands showcased to the left. I was really relaxed, and just wanted to have fun, and it worked out!

Quickly after the 2.5 mile mark, I realized the pace group was a little bit behind me. I wasn't sure what to do- I felt like I was running at a sustainable pace, but was afraid it was too fast.  I ended up finding 2 others feeling the same way- Rob & Lisa-(right behind me in the pic to the left, in  the left of the picture)  It was their first marathon too, and we kind of decided to just run together.  We were all shooting for the same goal and seemed to be going the same pace.  The 3 of us ran together until 13.1, when Lisa dropped back a little.  I actually ran with Rob until Mile 18, where we started to separate.  We would run together a bit further past that point, but separate after that.  He ended up finishing 2 minutes behind me.  It was really helpful having them to run with because even if we weren't talking, it was someone else to hold us accountable.  The picture to the left is at mile 7- there were a TON of spectators- I felt like I was thanking everyone for cheering- it seriously helps!! If you ever watch a race- don't be a quiet spectator!!!  Cheer everyone on, it was really helpful!!

Now, mile 7 was one of the first "checkpoints" for the timing chip.  I said before that it was supposed to update on Facebook, but that never happened... so, let's break it down.  Mile 7 timed me in at 1:07:29, which is 9:38/mile pace.  I felt really good here.  I started to realize that this pace was sustainable and that I was going to break 4:20 if I kept this up.

The next few miles flew by.  If I had to name the most surprising part of the race, it was how fast it went by.  After mile 7, the half-way point was the next 'check-in' and I clocked it at 2:07:46.  I remember thinking- holy crap...if I keep this up, I'll clock the finish at 4:14. Well, gotta try- and I kept going.  I didn't give my timing much thought except, if I'm feeling good I have to capitalize on it and keep going.

Around this point, my fan base increased dramatically- SO THANKFUL for all of you!!  Around 14-15 miles Beth and Zach showed up!  They were really excited to see me, and had a sign!  I cannot stress enough how awesome it was having everyone on the course supporting me!  The Vogels hit up like 4-5 spots- they seemed to pop up everywhere!  After them, the morning crew showed up again around mile 17. I think that's where this picture is from, but I'm not sure.

Mile 17-ish, still having fun!

My legs started to hurt, especially my IT Band but I was still smiling and having fun.  Phil and I always say that if you can relax your face, and smile then your cadence and pace will follow.  Around mile 18, Dave & Ginger popped up and invigorated me again.  They were on the Harley and were able to drive down the road slowly and chat a little.  The first time I saw them I was doing well. The second time I started to feel tired.  With only 7 miles to go at that point, it was nice to have someone around to keep the smile on my face.  Dave yelled at one spot- "You seriously look really good! Keep it up!!" Having someone tell me I looked like I was doing ok reassured me that I wasn't going to keel over and I could continue to push through :)  Funny how something so small affects you mentally, isn't it?  Mile 20 was another check-in, 3:14: 43.  This was really exciting because I knew I had less than an hour- plus, I was totally going to beat 4:20!!  

Until that point, I hadn't walked at all, except through water stops. Even that was brief- I'd grab water or gatorade, walk briskly, chug and continue running.  That was key to my time- NO BREAKS.  Although I wanted to have fun, I also wanted to see how it was to actually race it and for not stopping to walk was key.   The hard part really kicked in around mile 23.  And then, by miracle there were Beth & Zach again!!!  They were at the top of the Lakeshore Drive. Pre-race, I told myself to get to that point because from there it's not far to the finish.  I probably would have broken down and walked at that point if it wasn't for them, so great timing guys!

After mile 23, the course is literally all down hill.  I knew my friend Ashley was going to be down there somewhere, and I just kept looking for her.  Coming down the hill, past Bradford Beach was crazy hard- mentally.  My goal at that point was to get to mile 25.  It was just past Alterra that I did, and guess who was there?!  ASHLEY!  I saw her and freaked out a bit- then freaked out again because Katelyn and Steve were there too!!!  Steve's voice carries really well, so I could still hear him cheering probably 1/4 of a mile away.  Mentally I was beat here.  You want to know what really got me through it?  The food waiting for me at the end!  I was starving, despite the fact that I'd eaten 3 Hammer Gel's throughout the race, plus lots of water/gatorade. Just when I thought I couldn't do it I passed 25.5, and was within a mile of my destination!!  

Within 1/2 mile of the finish!

 The guy next to me, in all black was really funny.  He heard my name so many times from my fan club (hahhaha, I can pretend like I have one, right?!) that even he said- good job Haylea!  He goes- you helped me get this far, we're almost there!  We basically ran together from mile 23 to the end.  He out-sprinted me at the end- good for him!  He came up to me after wards- we congratulated each other and then he took my picture, ha what?!  He was like, I want to remember the girl that pushed me to go faster at the end!

What a beautiful course!

I look like I'm not going to make it, ha!

The course itself was absolutely beautiful. It was along the lake (duh, the name is Lakefront Marathon), and with the leaves starting to change it was the perfect midwest scenery.  The weather was perfect as well.  I literally wouldn't have asked for anything different than what it was.  It was chilly enough that I didn't get hot, but not so cold I couldn't move.  Plus I got to wear my hot pink shirt- YES mission accomplished :)




The picture above makes me laugh- I look like death!  I'm so close to the finish but look like I'm seriously not going to make it.  Phil even said I was looking a little rough at this point.  Ha, oh well!!  If I waited until Mile 25 to the end to look like this, I think I did a pretty good job!  I could see the clock from here and knew I crushed my goal.  I saw my crew on the sidelines, but it was different because Monica was there too!!  She brought Cheech (her dog!) down for a walk- I was really excited to see her.  Phil, she and I worked out hard during the winter together, so it was nice to have her there- she knew how hard I worked to get to this point.

I'm in the bottom of the picture- the clock was off on my official time by about a minute.  I officially clocked in at 4:11:45, 9:37/mile pace!! I couldn't have asked for a better race. 

I was beyond elated at this point!!  SO happy about my first marathon!!

After I got done, I ran through the food tent and stocked up on every cookie possible, and naturally found the free beer. Phil and Danny appreciated that- I took a couple sips and handed them over.  My legs were TIRED and SORE, but not as bad as I expected.  The race was one of the best things I've ever done.  It was so empowering, and felt really good to push my body like that.  I know you're all wondering if I'll do another one, and the answer is YES.  I have to at least try to beat that time, don't I??

After all is said and done, I feel kind of sad that I'm done with it.  I know I'll have plenty of opportunity to do more but it was really exciting to do that for the first time.  The training was hard, but totally worth it.  It's funny that it's classified as such a big accomplishment because to me it just seemed like something natural to do after all that training.  I never believed anyone that said it's the training that counts, but after the race it's true! I was totally prepared for the race, and can't wait to do it again.

Support Crew!!

This last picture above, is one of my favorites- it's my family/friends that were at the finish- a few people are missing that were there- Beth & Zach, Ashley, and Monica (who took the picture).  I am so fortunate to have such an amazing team of support.  There were a lot of people who gave me encouragement during training that weren't able to come, and I want to thank them as well.

I'm not quite sure where this blog is going to go now that the race is over, but I'm sure I'll do something with it.  As for now- let me say this - if you're even thinking about trying road racing, whether it's your first 5K, or something bigger like a 1/2 marathon or full marathon- DO IT.  It is an amazing, and rewarding experience!

Happy Running!
-Haylea

Marathon Eve.

Today is the last day I can claim I've never run a marathon!  As of tomorrow, I have one more stat on the ole' resume of life.  (ha, so nerdy to say that)  I'm bummed I couldn't go to Farm Aid- it would have been really fun.  But, I am definitely relaxed and enjoying the day.  My brother Danny and his girlfriend Nikki came down for the race, and to hang out today.  I haven't seen Danny in a really long time so it's been nice to hang out.

We just finished dinner- I made a spaghetti, brussel sprouts and garlic bread.  Yes, you're supposed to load up on carbs before a big race, but that's not why I made it.  Above all, it's something I eat regularly and won't give me an upset stomach the day of the race.  I'm also enjoying a small glass of wine (while hydrating on water) so I'm feeling nice and relaxed.  In fact,when I'm done with this I'm going to do some dishes and catch up on Grey's and Private Practice (which, is terrible by the way-private practice that is. but, I've invested too much time into it to quit now)

Overall, my sentiment is pretty relaxed.  I'm getting antsy to get started of course, but I'm letting myself just enjoy tonight without getting stressed out.  At this point, there isn't anything else I can do, right!?

Next time I write, I'll be a marathoner :-)

Race Packet!!

I picked up my packet tonight!  I got a "first timer" sticker too :)  Lots of energy buzzing around.  People comparing stories.  Veterans walking in like they owned the race, and newbies like me not even sure where to go! I'm already wearing the race shirt they gave us- long sleeve, black, fits like a glove!

My energy level has increased a lot the last couple of days as a result of tapering.  I'm getting antsy, and just want to work out.  (ha, I bet I won't be saying that in a couple days!)

Prepping....

It's Thursday, so only 2 full days stand in the way of me running my first marathon!  I'm having to start really prepping for it.  Yesterday I printed off maps for all the peeps coming (thank you Phil, Wendi, Mom, Danny & Nikki, Vogels, and Dave & Ginger!!) and decided where it'd be easiest for everyone to be.  The cool thing is I watched Phil run it last year, so I was very familiar with the map and what are easily accessible places to be.  Phil had run it so he knew where it would have been nice to see someone.  To confirm the course, we drove it.  Let me tell you- it's LONG!  I know, 26.2 miles long.  But seriously, it took forever because it's mostly a 25 mph zone, and people were creeping last night, driving super slow.  But, I'm really glad we did it so I know just how long it is.  I think the hardest part is going to be getting to the top of the hill, right around mile 23.  It's a gradual incline to it which shouldn't be a problem, but I'm guessing there aren't many spectators at that point and it's going to be mentally tough.  Plus, once I crest the hill and start coming down it's only 3 miles to the finish.  In fact, you can probably see and hear the finish almost the entire way you're running. It's a straight shot, that I've run a ton because I use to live at the end of the road (basically on top of the hill parallel to the park we finish in).  So, at least it's familiar territory.  I just know it's going to be a torturous stretch because it's so long and boring.

I've got a list of things to do Friday and Saturday.  Friday, immediately from work I'll drive down to the Kern Center to get my packet. Then, I'll probably pack- I have to have my clothes ready, plus my before, during and after bags ready.  Before the race will include sweats that I'll put in a bag and send to the finish line so I'm not freezing at the start.  The during will be what Phil & crew will keep with them- water, gatorade, gels, extra clothes (just in case!) etc.  After bag will have a couple towels (you wouldn't want me sitting in your car that sweaty, would you?) fresh clothes, water, flip flops, etc.  Maybe a little overkill, but I'm anal and being over prepared makes me comfortable and calms me down. So, that will get done tomorrow.

Saturday I'm going to the farmers market and grocery store to make sure I have ample food for that day, plus the day of the race and Monday (recovery day).  They have amazing fresh veggies right now, especially eggplant and Brussel sprouts (which it turns out I love!) PLUS, my Mama, Brother & his girlfriend are coming!  I promised a spaghetti dinner, with garlic bread (bro's request) for Saturday night.  I'm really excited they're coming because Phil will be at Farm Aid and I'll be home alone bored and stressing out.  Plus, I just haven't seen them in such a long time. I'm also going to run to the movie store and stock up on movies for Saturday night and Monday.  Then, the other task on Saturday is to shower before bed, shave the legs (haven't done it for almost 2 weeks based on superstition from high school!) and basically get ready for the race. I want to be able to flip on the coffee, pop the bagel in the toaster and have everything set.

The weather is looking good so far- low 50's for a high, sunny.  I'll take it- I'd rather have it be a bit cool than too warm.  Plus, I really like my hot pink long sleeve shirt and want to wear it. :-)

For race day, I thought this was something cool the race is offering.  The timing chip company has a Facebook App that will post your times as you cross certain mile markers during the race.  So, when I cross mile 13.1, it will post my time on my wall!  How cool is that?!

For tonight, I'll be carbo cramming (I love using that as an excuse to eat pasta) with eggplant rigatone.  SO delish.  Next time I right, I'll be even close or perhaps done with my first marathon!

Still excited!

Another day closer to the race.  I can't believe that when I started this blog it was winter.  It's been such a long road!

Today's schedule called for 3 miles.  Easy enough, did it at lunch during work.  But, what made it better was this fantastic podcast I was listening to.  My friend Chelsea made it as a training gift for me.  How cool is that?  The podcast is over an hour, so it's perfect for long runs.  She talks a little bit throughout, tells a couple jokes, and quick stories.  The music is super upbeat and pushes you through at a decent clip.  There was a comment she made during it that was like "I don't know how you're feeling right now, but if I had been running for the past 1/2 hour I'd be thinking of every reason why I'd like to stop.  But you're training for a marathon so who knows what you're thinking!  Let's pump the music and keep going"  She's not a runner, but she nailed it on the head.  It's exactly what I was thinking when I head it.  It gets so boring, and after all this running I think I've literally run out of things to think about.  Seriously, make a list for me I need help!!

The other gift she sent me (besides the most adorable headband in the whole world) is a playlist.  I have tried so hard to perfect THE playlist.  Music for your Running Soul.  It's got some awesome songs on it that I would have never thought to put on a list!  I'm not joking around when I say I've tried- just ask Phil how hard.  Although I'm not taking my ipod with me during the marathon, it's going to get me through some hard hill and speed workouts on the treadmill this winter.

Let me finish this by saying THANK YOU for all of your support- everyone.  It has meant a lot and really kept me going throughout the past few months.

xoxo,
Hayls

I'm nervous just writing this.

6 days.  SIX days.  My stomach turns even thinking about it.  I can honestly feel adrenaline pumping through my body.  If this keeps up I'm not going to have any left for the actual race.

Yesterday I did my last "long" run- a whopping 8 miles.  I can do that in my sleep now.  I honestly haven't been feeling my running groove until like miles 5-6 so at that point the run was basically done with.  This week I run a couple short ones, and then Sunday is the big day.

I seriously can't write much more b/c I think I'm going to puke if let myself get any more nervous.  Here's how I feel:

It's been awhile....

So, I kind of stopped blogging.... sorry about that.  Basically my runs have been pretty normal- as in it's all just a part of my life now.  I ran 10 miles by myself on Saturday and was actually a little sad to cut it so short.

The race is in 12 days- less than 2 weeks!  I've done the farthest run of the schedule- 22 miles- and it wasn't even a big deal.  It was SUPER slow- 10:18/mile, so I wasn't winded or anything, but my legs were tired.  Being able to do that basically without being too overwhelmed, makes me feel confident I'll be able to finish the race just fine.  The part I'm worried about is not making it under 10 minutes/mile.  But, you know what? I'll give it my all and that's all I can do...

For now, I'm just hanging in doing some minimal running getting mentally prepared!

20 Miles!

This week's long run was 19 miles.  I woke up late, 5:35 a.m- (yes that's late!) and started to get ready for the run.  It was sunny and beautiful out by the time we (Phil came with) left around 6:15-6:20.  We took the usual route through Menomonee parkway to the New Berlin bike trail.

Our turnaround point was after Sunnyslope on the bike trail-9.5 miles-1 hr 35 mins.  Getting there was a little struggle, but not too bad.  I hate to get graphic here, but I was paid a little visit from Aunt Flo, and have been cramping really bad.  It was not fun to run with cramps, but the silver lining is it took the pain away from my legs.

As per the usual, after the turnaround point we were doing really well.  We hit the 2 hour mark, and were still doing well...and then 2:30, and still doing well!  That's at 15 miles!!  I was in that runner's high and felt like I could keep going past 19. SO, at 3 hours, we climbed Long legs Larry.  With only a few blocks to go, we switched it up and added an extra mile!  We ended at 3:13- 7 minutes faster on the way back even with adding a mile!!  Our average pace was 9:39/mile!!  

The happiness quickly subsided once we stopped.  I could literally feel the lactic acid pooling in my quads.  Phil stretched me out- which was ridiculous- it felt like torture.  A quick shower, some grub and an episode of the Bachleor Pad and I'm doing pretty good.  I've got a nagging headache, but all things considered I'm doing really well.

This has given me the confidence back that I needed to finish this last month of training.  2 more long runs (20, 22 miles) and I'm onto the big race. I can't believe I'm actually doing it!  I'm a lot of talk but rarely action so I'm so proud of how far I've made it- bad runs and all.

Random Run

If you've read any of my last post, you know I've been less than thrilled with my running capabilities and how it's affecting my life. I decided to try and do some speed for my 5-miler this week.  It felt entirely labored and not in a good way.  The only word I can think of to describe how I feel is clompy. Each footstep sounds like a herd of elephants, and my breathing could beat a snoring bear.  I ran to the track and did 5-400's and ran back.  There are a couple of things that made that run more enjoyable.  Like Glee's version of Paparrazi by Lady Gaga.  Rodrigo y Gabriela = long legs larry DOMINATED.

Mom, can I play now? 

Phil loved these guys- me, take or leave but I'll do them again.

How cute is my dog? I mean, really???!!  LOVE LOVE LOVE HIM.

There goes your social life.

I've been thinking a lot about the race lately.  Just writing about it makes my heart beat a little faster.  Considering I signed up in January, 6 weeks to go seems like it's coming up quickly.  I feel like I'm planning a wedding. It's labor intensive for months, you plan everything from which socks work best, to deciding that bangs can wait because they'll be a pain in the ass to pin up during the race (I just want bangs for the love of God!!) You wear lucky underwear the day of your race (much like your wedding...lucky for a different reason though- bada bing!) Like most brides, I'm not really going to be able to eat during the day, and I'll feel drunk by the end of it (except it's from delusion, not champagne)  It's all so similar...  except that I don't get to wear a pretty dress (or do I? The do make running skirts...)  The point is, it's been a long journey and the main event hasn't happened yet.

When I signed up, I knew the obvious sacrifices.  I'd seen Phil prepare for his marathons, and played a role in a lot of the prep work for it.  One thing I was prepared for was my hunger level.  I'll never forget how Phil came home from a really long run (20+ from what I remember) and I had made him a black bean pasta, with lots of veggies, avocados on the side, etc.  It was chalk full of nutrients, protein, etc.  He mowed down on that dish.  So that, I was prepared for.

I knew I wouldn't be drinking as much, which was cool with me.  Not that I'm a huge lush or anything but it's nice to have a cocktail or two (or 6) on the weekends.  I was prepared for that aspect because during Phil's training he cut it out, which basically meant I cut it out...or drank by myself at home which is pathetic to admit.

The strain on my legs should have been obvious, but it wasn't.  I didn't prepare for just how painful they've been. This took me by surprise in a good way.  My legs are definitely tired, and I mean dog-tired.  I ran 1.5 miles (that's a warm up folks) and my legs were tired.  I know it's because I did 18 miles this weekend, but man have they been sore.  I've also underestimated the benefit of the part after the run- you need to stretch, ice, stretch, hydrate, etc.  I'm terrible at this, which is probably why I'm so sore.  The flip side is I didn't anticipate on how strong they'd feel.  Running a few miles seems like a breeze now.

Another element of surprise is the amount of laundry that accumulates during the week!  With the distances I'm running, and the fact that I'm kind of a sweaty person anyway wearing a shirt 2x is not an option.  Luckily, I don't mind laundry :-)

Now, the part that has really taken me by surprise is my lack of social play time.  As I mentioned before, my alcohol consumption has been down. Being in my 20s means people congregate in bars, until wee hours in the morning.  Friday nights have become 'Haylea's a Grandma" night.  I should have taken up knitting, that would have been exciting compared to what I've been doing.  With long runs on Saturday I go to bed at like 10 p.m. on Fridays.  I'm actually certain there are Grandmothers who are more socially inclined than I am on those days.  They're probably up playing Rummy with their girlfriends drinking wine, while I'm in bed dreaming about miles and miles of running.  I'm making jokes about it, but it genuinely is no fun.  I turn plans down, and feel disconnected from friends because of it.

Saturdays are also lonely days.  Due to hangovers, my friends aren't likely to get up and want to go for a jog, or bike with me.  Nor, would they like to come over and watch movies because I'm so sore I can't walk.  Again, exaggeration- I'm sure they'd love to.  This summer we've had so many weddings that Saturdays have been pretty fun actually.  I just have to be less fashion forward because my shins will fall off if I wear heels after a long run.  (Who am I kidding, let them fall off. My calves are looking good in heels nowadays! haha)  With lazing around and weddings, Saturdays are booked.

Which brings us to Sundays.  Normally a day in my life where I'm hungover, order chinese and go to the beach.  Not this summer.  This summer, I've dedicated Sundays to getting all the stuff done around the house that I wasn't able to on Saturday.  All that laundry I previously mentioned needs to be washed because it's not polite to run naked.  The dishes from my monster meals need to be washed.  My dog needs some attention.  Once again, friends aren't really keen on coming over and watching me scrub my floors.

I've also been put in sticky situations where I am scheduled to run in less than ideal conditions.  Anyone remember Kegslam 2010? How about when I ran 12 miles the night before a 2-day Alpine extravaganza?  This weekend I'm going camping (no showers + running 13 miles. Bunkmates will love me) and will want to drink around the fire, and not wake up and go running but recount the night with my friends.  The day of my longest run during training (22 miles) is the morning of a good friend from work's wedding.  (Upside- he said it's a buffet, so I should be able to eat enough at least :-) )

The day before my marathon? Normally it would be spent maxing and relaxing, drinking water and carbo loading, right?  Not in this girl's life.  No, Farm Aid is coming to Miller Park, which is a walkable distance from my front door.  This concert only happens once a year, folks and includes legends like Willy Nelson and Neil Young. Dave Matthews will be there as well. I would normally say no but my better half is obsessed with those performers and got us expensive floor seats.  Plus, his parents, sister, cousin, and all of our tailgating friends have tickets.  Unless I want to spend the day at home alone obsessing, I guess I'll be maxing and relaxing to Willie Nelson in person.

Before I end this, let me say I am excited to complete this race.  It's a huge moment in my life, truly unforgettable.  The experience I'll gain that day outweighs any of my sarcastic remarks about being a loser on Friday nights.  In fact, they serve beer in the tents afterwards, so if that's not motivation I don't know what is.

Hello, Quads.

By hello, I mean holy hell quads. After yesterday's run, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I stretched after the run, massaged my legs (with the body stick- again if you don't have one, get one here!), and even walked around rather than sleeping all day. When I woke up this morning, it was an entirely different story. My quads hurt to touch! I'm supposed to cross-train after my long runs, and today I've decided laundry qualifies. To give myself some credit, I'm in the upper part of a duplex and laundry is in the basement which equals 2 flights of stairs. It counts, right?!

Phil laughed at me a little today because they hurt so bad. He's like "do you understand why I'm not up for much after one of those now?" SO TRUE- I used to bug him all the time about being a homebody after his runs. I remember one time I wanted to go to the Art Museum, and he just couldn't do it. I get it now!! I would never be able to enjoy walking around a museum right now. I'm perfectly content watching Housewives, thank you very much.

I mentioned lactic acid build up yesterday. I'll be honest- I don't really get the science of it. I'm not a science girl by any means, and when it starts to get into how the body functions I'm lost. I try really hard, but just have a hard time grasping it. Phil is made for understanding these things and has tried to explain it like 50 times (not exaggerating) and finally just sent me an article on it. Naturally I've deleted it. So, I had him explain one more time this morning, and here's what I got-- Your body uses oxygen to create energy. When you've been working your body hard, for a long period of time it essentially runs out of oxygen to convert. It uses some other system to create energy to keep your body going and lactic acid is what's produced as a side affect. It's a bi-product that causes your muscles to feel sore. Here's the definition from Runners World.

The point of knowing what this is, is to understand how to be a better runner. If you can push your lactic acid threshold from 15 miles to 20 miles, then your performance will be that much better. This is what I'm so curious about knowing what's going on when I'm yelping in pain the day after a run. Education never hurt anyone, right?

Time for that last load of laundry...wish my quads good luck.

18 miles today!

Folks, I did it. I accomplished another long run. This is actually becoming kind of fun- oh God...did I really just say that?

Phil got up early with me and biked along side, which meant he was able to take pictures. WARNING: I am glistening in these, and it's not a pretty site. Also, I look like I'm walking- for a couple of reasons. #1- I'm going slow- 10 min/mile pace. #2- I'm 5'2"= short legs = short stride.

Here's Phil and all his glory! He got home at 1 a.m. and up at 5:00 a.m. to do this.. This is the Hansen Brothers Hill, from the Hansen golf course. This is part of my regular running, mostly during the week. We're at about mile 3.5 here.

Now we're about 45 minutes in, and I'm taking my first gel. Phil was hilarious with the camera because he didn't know how to work it. As far as the gel, we're trying all different flavors- this was Pineapple. Not bad...for goo...

The street view is around mile 5. On the way back, this is where Phil had to leave me. I'll be honest- I was freaking out a little bit. I think I suffered from separation anxiety! I pulled my self together shortly afterwards and trudged on...

Phil's having a fantastic time biking, can't you tell?





These pics are on the way to the golf course off of Greenfield in

Stallis. The picture of me looking excited means it's time to turn around! 9 miles, 1 hour 30 mins. It's so refreshing, until you get a few miles past and the novelty wears off.

These are from the trail through Brookfield. It's similar to the 'Tosa parkway. After the trail, we cross Bluemound and I know I have about 6 miles left. It's essentially the homestretch on these long runs.

These final pictures are the aftermath of what just happened. My legs hurt so bad, I don't even know how to describe it. I've never felt pain like that before. Phil (who is my running God, and I assume he just knows all the answers) said it's the lactaid acid building up in my legs. Essentially some bad jzu-jzu that's released when your body works that hard.

The picture of Wilson cracks me up- I was seriously in pain and grunting a little while trying to stretch out. He just put his little head on the mat and looked at me like he wanted to help! So CUTE! The other is my recovery package. A bottle of gatorade, cantelope melon, and the rolling massage stick. The stick is key- it 'hurts so good' when you use it to massage your legs. If you don't have one- get one.

I hope you enjoyed my little escapade today!
-Hayls

early run tomorrow.

I stayed in tonight to get some rest for my long run tomorrow. Phil's being gracious enough to come with me and I'm so thankful. However, he coaches football at 9 a.m. We're going on a 3 hour run... which means run at 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday. Insane, right? How good of a guy is Phil for doing this?! He's at a concert tonight, won't be home until late and then wants to get up at 4:30 to bike next to me. He's the best.

Wish me luck!

WHY would you run that far?

Good question, right? I get asked it all the time. Usually accompanied by looks of bewilderment. So, here's my answer ( in no particular order)

1. I've always done it. My stepdad, Steve, asked me what my skills were when I was in middle school. I had zero. His reply: everyone can run, go out for cross-country.
2. I get to wear running clothes more than you do. They're super comfy and I can always use the excuse that I'm about to go running. What excuse do you have for wearing sweats?
3. Running clothes come in pink. Silly, but true. I like running more in a pink shirt than a blue one. I'm a girl and proud of it.
4. Stress Reliever.
5. You can sweat it out. Crabby moods, frustrations and cranky customers are no match for a good, hard run.
6. Sense of community. When you run before dawn, and see someone else it feels like a secret club.
7. Racing is fun.
8. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. Not everyone can run as far as I do, and it's a monumental accomplishment to run a marathon.
9. Keeps me fit.
10. Phil and I can do it together. It's amazing how close we've become since running all these miles together. We're relying on each other in new ways, and it's been really fulfilling for our relationship.
11. It's contagious. Watching marathons got me into running one. From all the running Phil and I do, we have several friends who started to traing for their first 5K, or 1/2 marathon. It's awesome that it spreads so easily!
12. Conversation Starter. Nothing jumpstarts conversations more than "I'm training for a marathon" Non-runners are mystified and ask a million questions (which I LOVE! Seriously, keep asking!!) Runners like to talk shop about it.
13. It makes me feel good about myself.


Although there are plenty of other reasons, these are the ones I've thought about recently. If you haven't considered training for your first race yet- please do! It's so rewarding!!

Have a great night,
Hayls

Seventeen Miles.

I accomplished a 17-mile run on Saturday and have been waiting to find some time to write about it. Finally I found some.

As I said in my last post, I've had a love/hate relationship with my running endeavors lately. The feelings have been unsettling because my training runs are no joke. I can't just "get out there" and run for 3 hours- I have to be in decent shape and my legs need to be used to it. Since I took a few days off, I was really nervous about running 17 miles on Saturday. Plus, I've been exhausted lately, and I really just wanted to sleep in.

Saturday morning came around all too quickly. It's been really hot out, so we (Phil was going to run with me )knew the earlier the better...and then slept in until 8 a.m. When we got up, we needed to take Wilson out for a walk- he'd been neglected for a couple of days and had crazy energy. So, we settled on walking to the 'Tosa farmers market with him, getting some groceries and then we'd consider the run. Somehow, when we got home at 10:30 a.m. we managed to lace up and hit the pavement.

Now, since we got up and headed to the market we didn't really eat breakfast. We shared a muffin and a cup of coffee at the market but not enough to really sustain such a long run. That's something we've decided I need to do-- mock my breakfast routine for the race before my runs on the weekend. I know myself all too well, and nervous tendencies will arise the morning of the race and I'll freak out if I don't know what to eat. That starts this upcoming Saturday (I'm a procrastinator and should have done this all along) Phil had some weird salt tablet thingy that he made me take and instead of water we carried Gatorade. Somehow that subbed our breakfast.

When we started off, it was getting warm and we didn't want to go too fast. I felt like I was barely moving. Turns out we were still around a 10-min/mile or under pace so it wasn't so bad. We went through the parkway like usual, and by the time we got to the Hansen golf course we were on our way. I felt strong and relaxed in the beginning. Then, I asked Phil the dreaded question- "Where's our turnaround point?" What was I thinking asking that?

Here's the math: 17 miles at 10 mins/mile = 170 minutes of running= 2 hours 50 minutes. Break that in half to get 1 hour 25 mins to our turnaround point. Just exactly how far does that get you, you might ask? Through the parkway, past Bluemound & Hwy 100, through Brookfield parkway (not sure what it's called), to the golf course on Greenfield & 120th, to the bike trail that leads you to Waukesha (if you go far enough). We made it a 1/2 mile into the bike trail. I'm tired thinking about it.

At the half-way point (8.5 miles, 85 minutes) I was feeling tired and hungry. We refilled on water and turned around to head back. My body felt fairly settled in until that point until about 1 hour 45 minutes. Then I started to get pretty tired. This sounds weird, but I honestly think I could have fallen asleep running had I known I wasn't going to fall over and get hurt. I actually struggled to keep my eyes open. My head was just so relaxed and tired I think it could have fallen off and I wouldn't have realized. My legs were another story. Around hour 2, my left foot started to tingle, like it had fallen asleep. I've never experienced something like this. When I would strike my foot onto the ground, not only would it tingle but it would shoot up to my left shin. That's probably not good, right? Any runners out there reading this- can someone confirm that's probably shin splints?

Moving upwards, my knees felt robotic. Doing different warm up drills helped, like high knees and butt-kicks. And, actually, the change in landscape helped too. By the time we got back to the golf course in 'Tosa I almost looked forward to the small hills because it changed my mechanics enough to give my knees a break. Of course my upper legs were hurting, but it was more of a constant tightness than anything.

My torso and chest weren't a problem, but they never really are. My shoulders and neck were tight like my legs and again I gained relief from stretching them a bit during the run. High school coaches taught me to use my arms (in proper form of course) when my legs got tired. Relying on them is genius- if you move your arms in a faster motion your legs will naturally go with them. Try expanding your gait with your legs on your next run. Swing your arms out longer and farther, and your stride matches.

One of the funnier parts of the run came when a biker passed Phil and about 20 minutes before our turnaround point. Well, once we were back in 'Tosa on the home stretch, in all of our pain and glory, he passed us again. Only this time, he did a double take. It was like he saw a ghost, you could hear him calling us crazy in his head. I think he was really surprised to see us out still!

When I got home, I hurt really really bad. It felt like after my first 1/2 marathon- my legs were just so stiff. All I wanted to do was lay down. First though, I washed my hands/arms and cut up the most delicious cantaloupe I've ever had bought at the farmer's market earlier. It couldn't have tasted any better than it did at that moment. I took my melon, yoga mat and massage roller into the living room and sat down. I stretched and massaged for as long as I could take it then decided to literally pass out right where I was. I woke up about 45 minutes later with yoga mat marks on my body. I'm fairly certain I passed out so hard that I drooled.... but I'm not admitting to that.

All in all, the run was really difficult. Although the runs that I've done recently have been long they don't compare to this. I'm happy to say my legs recovered the next day, in partly due to me hydrating so much after my run. My expectations of the marathon have shifted- I expected to be exhausted and not run nearly as fast as I wanted to.

My next long run is Saturday, 18 miles! Watch out for me- I may just run down your street :-)

Yikes. It's getting serious.

Wow, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I'll be honest- I'm really sick of training. It's been physically and mentally taxing. I hate the structure of the schedule, and that I feel like I have to do certain training runs at certain times. I had this feeling going into our annual Kegslam trip with the crew. We basically lounge around on the boat all day, eating amazing food and drinking beer. Not ideal to wake up and go running, right? So... I didn't. I skipped my 11 mile long run and wasn't even pissed about it. I feel guilty now, but if I were going back I still wouldn't do the run.

When we got home, it's been a struggle to get back into the groove after taking a few (4) days off. It's also been super hot, with 213% humidity, which we all know leads to a crabby Haylea. Let me put an equation down for the run on Tuesday.
Hotness + Humidity + crabby Haylea + annoyed Phil = silent run. Not a whole lot of fun, and it wasn't boosting my energy or attitude towards running.

Same song, second verse for Wednesday, except Phil and I decided it wasn't a great idea to run together. Instead I took Wilson- he doesn't care if I'm crabby so that was nice.

Now, we're to Thursday...only a few days away from a really long run. The schedule calls for 17 miles. Yikes. I've considered joining the Badgerland Striders group run downtown to change things up, but it's only 14 miles. I want to keep my long runs consistent more than anything, so it's going to be a toss up. All this pressure to run so flipping far!!

I'm going to try and turn my 'tude around today...wish me luck. And, try to continue to post more regularly again...

oh, by the way, the countdown is on. 60 days to go!

To Brookfield and Back.

Yesterday I tackled my 15 mile run. Once again, it's the furthest I've ever run and I was apprehensive about it from the beginning. Phil ran with me, and again I'm thankful for that. We talked the entire time, so the pace was nice and easy. We ran through the Menomonee Parkway, through Hansen Golf Course, and continued on the Oak Park trails. We got all the way to Brookfield, from 'Tosa! I always get nervous at the turnaround point in long runs because I feel so far away. Yesterday we ran 7.5 miles and then turned around. It's just a little daunting to have to run all the way back.

The run was actually more of an adventure. With all the storms and rain we've had the trails were basically flooded in some areas. We took turns running through the standing water first- I'm sure we looked ridiculous! The way out it was annoying because our feet got wet and we knew it wasn't going to get better until we got home. The way back it almost hurt to run through it. My legs were just going through the motions, so to change my form and sprint on my toes hurt my quads like crazy. On the flip side, it gave my legs a really nice break. My quads got stretched out, so I couldn't complain too much about it. The blisters that came because of the wetness of my shoes is a whole other story....

I really like to keep a consistent pace throughout my runs, especially when I have a turnaround point. The way out took us 1 hour, 12 minutes. The way back was 1 hour, 11 minutes. 9:31/miles pace!! WOOP WOOP! I was really excited to feel so strong on the way back, especially the last 20 minutes. Long legs Larry the hill was killer, but we made it through! When I was home, I thought my legs were going to fall off. Literally. Today, they're feeling a little tight but I'll stretch it out and be ok.

The best part of this post? Running 15 miles doesn't really seem like a big deal. It's just a part of my weekend now. it feels amazing to say that!

-Haylea

Yasso's suck.

I owe a post to my Yasso 800 workout for a couple of reasons.
1. I talked about them, and never gave the results.
2. I actually did them, and feel like I have bragging rights.
3. My legs still hurt 2 days later.

To refresh your memory- Yasoo 800's are done to train to run a certain pace for a marathon. The theory is, if you can run 10 consecutive 800's at 4:00 minutes each, you can run a marathon in 4 hours. If you can do them in 3 mins 30 seconds, you'll be able to do a 3 hour 30 minute marathon. Well, I've been struggling with what time to try and beat during my race. I've run a half marathon at 1 hour 57 minutes. Since that's only half of my race, I can't really extrapolate that out to a 4 hour marathon. Or can I? I've said it before, but I'm just trying to run what feels comfortable in all of my runs. On my 14'er I was right around a 9 min/mile pace. I think the real test is going to 18 miles in a couple weeks. For now, I'm thinking around 4-ish hours.

I decided to document the workout, so we'll do this post through pictures. (Nick- I told you I would cater to your reading capabilities, HAHA, Just kidding!!)


--Here we are on the warmup run--we're smiling because the pain hasn't set in yet.


Some of our neighbors flowers. They're curb appeal deserves to be on that show (of the same title). Whoever lives there has gardening down! It's so bright and cheerful to run past- it's great on the way home.

We're about to begin, and I'm super nervous. I have done a lot of speedwork on the treadmill the past couple of years, but it's been a really long time since I've done it on the track. Plus, I have a complex about 800's because it was my favorite race in track. I wasn't great- trust me, but my PR was 2:28 (or something like that). I could just picture my coach telling me to go faster, and those stupid girls from Eau Claire in their glitter and short purple shorts kicking my ass. It didn't take me long to relax...and then tense up again because these were really hard. Here's how it went:

1st 800: 3 mins 30 seconds

400 jog

2nd 800: 3 minutes 40 seconds

400 jog

3rd 800: 3 minutes 40 seconds

400 jog

4th 800: 3 minutes 42 seconds

400 jog

UNDER 4 MINUTES? Granted, I've only done 4....but I bet I can build up to 10 the way I'm going. I guess we'll see, won't we?!

Here's the aftermath- Phil just had to take this picture. I think it's his revenge for me taking so many pictures of him.

-I know, I look like I'm going to die. Which is basically how I felt.

The workout deserved some amazing food, so I made eggplant parmesan. I've been screaming it from a mountain top, so I'm surprised if you're reading this and didn't know about it. The fruit of my labor!




That's all for me tonight! Rest tomorrow and 15 miles on Saturday. Enjoy your next couple of days!
-Haylea

"Chance of rain, 100%."

Ok, honestly weathermen? Please say you're high school dropouts, and didn't go to college to predict the weather. After yesterday's remark I didn't think they could get any worse. Then, on the way to work the guy says-"Yep, there's a big chance of rain today, 100% chance in fact" When I got home from work, it wasn't raining, so I put on my brand new running shoes (worn once) and headed out. Naturally it started raining. HARD.

I'm lucky because I made it home safe. The news was on, and there is flooding all over the city. I'm naiive, and didn't realize how bad it was. The roads around work are terrible, so I would have never made it home in this weather-I would have been flooded in. That said, let's talk about the run.

It was actually awesome! It wasn't hot out, I didn't have to battle the burning sun, and no one was in my way. Plus, I couldn't really tell if I was sweating because I was soaked. I ran on the parkway so I would be close to enough businesses and home that I could duck in if I really needed to. It was kid of dark, and I got to see fireflies on the trail! I was amazed at how beautiful the sky was. We don't often get to look up at the sky when it's about to storm like this, usually we're running inside away from it. I was in a genuinely good mood during the run. I saw another guy running towards me and wanted to acknowldege that we are the "crazy runners" who decided to becomes rain warriors today. Then, as he got close, I realized he's actually running because he's pissed it's raining out. He was NOT happy to be out in the rain, and thought I was crazy to be out there on my own free will. I just about died thinking what he would have said had I high-fived him or something. Even without his comments, I feel like a warrior tonight.

87 Degrees, and a warm front coming in.

Seriously, that's what the weather guy said on NPR. I'm fairly certain the weather guys are college kids, because it's on WUWM station....but 87 with a warm front coming in? How about- it's hot as hell out- get yourself a beer? That's more like the weather forecast I'd like to hear.

Given the heat, I wasn't enthusiastic about running 7 miles. Let's just say I felt enough hatred for the heat that I decided not to go. Here's how I got tricked into not running:

Phil I think we should go to Leff's, for Mexcellent Wednesday

Me: OK, does that mean I don't have to run?

Phil: Well, Anne, Cassie and I are going....in about 5 minutes. I was going to wait until you were gone and then take your car and leave but I feel too guilty.

Me: I'm in, stop feeling guilty.

Ok, OK, I'll give myself some credit- it wasn't that easy. I even had running shorts on. But, honestly I had a crappy day at work (talk about orders being cancelled...UGH), and the heat made me flash back to last's weeks run that went terrible. I'm not trying to make excuses- but I just couldn't do it today. I think the run wouldn't have made me feel that great about myself, and I can run 7 miles tomorrow (instead of 4).

In better news: Mexcellent Wednesdays means good deals on Corona's and huge tacos. SUCCESS.

-Haylea

p.s. Yasso 800's yesterday were hell. I'll post pictures when I can. I had flash backs of high school workouts and let's just say I was a lean mean fighting machine then....not so much today..

Pacing myself

Today my legs were definitely feeling my 14-miler from yesterday. It wasn't as bad as I thought though. I could sit without crying, and go up and down stairs without wincing. My legs did feel swollen though, which doesn't make me feel very lady like. These days I'm more comfortable in a sports bra and a pair of shorts. Not exactly something I can wear to work...

I did make it to the gym today, just to see how my legs were holding up. I ran a mile to warm them up and then just did some ab work and light weights. Pretty good all things considered.

Tomorrow the work begins though. I've made up my mind on my goal for time- I want to run as close to 9 minute miles as possible in my race. If I run 9:09 pace, I'm at 4:00 hour marathon. Yikes. oh god. breaking 4? people train for years to do that! Here's a pace chart to break it down:

http://26m.com/running/charts/9-minute-mile-pace-chart-4080

Yesterday's run was right on pace- I finished the 14 miles in 2:07ish- It was probably closer to 2:10 which is only a minute off of pace. If I can sustain it that pace at 14 miles without thinking hard about it, imagine what I can do racing. I'm going to continue to be cogniscent of 9:09/mile throughout my long runs so I can train my body to continue to fall into that pace.

The other part of the puzzle is I'm going to try and do some speedwork throughout the week. Each week I have 2 runs that are not very long- usually 3, 4 or 5 miles. Then I have a 6, 7, or 8 miler and my long run on the weekend. I'm going to take one of the short runs and make it speed...or run my mid-length run at faster than 9:00/min pace, maybe an 8:00 or 8:30? I've read tons of articles and studies about the benefits of adding 2 kinds of workouts into your training: hills and speed. I'm putting hills into my mid and long runs. The course isn't that hilly, so I should be covered there. The speed is what I'd like to focus on, because I know I can go faster but I haven't given myself the opportunity.

In high school, I had a love/hate relationship with repeats. Repeats are when you designate a distance, and run it multiple times, fast. Breaks are minimal in-between each repetition, and hitting your goal time is crucial. Yasso 800's are my key to success. I'm not the only one to rely on this method- check this out: http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244-255-624-0,00.html Basically, if you can run 10-800 meter repeats at 4:00 minutes each, you can run a 4:00 hour marathon. If you do them in 2:50 minutes/each, you'll run a 2 hr 50 min marathon. Seems simple, and I like simple. Doing math while running always gets messy because I'm flippin' tired and it just seems too daunting of a task.

I'm starting my 800's tomorrow, and am shooting for 4-5 sets. Phil's coming with and doing his 3:40. Time for bed so I can get up and cruise around the track! --Which, is another reason I LOVE 'Tosa- it has a high school track about 10 minutes away...which is a perfect warmup to my speed work!

-Haylea