Getting Ready for OKC

It’s the final days before the Oklahoma City marathon, and I’m suddenly seeing exactly how much housework needs to be done.

Actually, I look forward to tapering for a race because I need that extra time to catch up on mom things like cooking actual meals for my family, laundry, clearing out some clutter, and sleep. But what I most look forward to is catching up on reading.

Just a sample of the material I will devour in the next two weeks.

Just a sample of the material I will devour in the next two weeks.

This will be my last marathon for a while. I don’t have anything planned until the Dallas Marathon in December. We have been house hunting the past month, and the thought of high mileage training and moving does not sit well.

In preparation for Sunday’s race, I took a look back at my post from last year. With everything that has happened, I expect there will be a few tears this year as well.

On a lighter note, here’s my motto for the rest of the week as I begin to carbo-load for Sunday.

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What do you look forward to when you taper for a race?

 

Just a few thoughts from Monday

Two days later, and I would still feel frivolous writing about anything but the Boston Marathon. There’s nothing I feel I can say that hasn’t already been said, but I wanted to put my thoughts into words, if only to remind myself of how I feel.

Qualifying for and running Boston is a dream of mine. Monday morning was my Super Bowl, and I was excited for all who were running. As the events unfolded, my joy turned to pain. My heart ached for runners, spectators, volunteers – all who were there.

From all that I’ve read, I can say this: I’m proud to be part of the running community. I will not be timid to say that I’m a marathoner. I will continue to strive toward my goal of qualifying for Boston.

I will stand at the start of the Oklahoma City marathon on April 28, and I will run it with my heart. I’m sure it will be a run to remember.

 

 

Finding the Importance of Recovery

As I sit here typing on this Monday morning, I am still feeling wiped out from Saturday’s long run. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this exhausted by a run. I’m still trying to decide if that’s a good thing.

I ran 22 miles on Saturday as my longest run for the Oklahoma City marathon coming up at the end of the month. I felt good while I was running. I took some hills in the later miles, and kept on my targeted pace even through miles 20-22. I didn’t feel my legs lock up like I expected them to at mile 20. My confidence is in place for the marathon.

I stopped for chocolate milk on the way home, and was disappointed to find that I couldn’t get a quick breakfast. Fast food places were serving lunch. So I headed home, where my daughter was waiting on me to take her to a friend’s house. I took a quick shower, and exhaustion set in while I was putting on my shoes.

I asked my 16 year old son to hand me my drink from across the room. He looked at me and laughed, “Are you that lazy?” I shot him daggers, and my drink was in my hand a moment later. He had gotten my point.

While dropping my daughter off, I stopped for a quick lunch of pizza – which sounded really good after a morning off gels and gummies. I know it wasn’t the best food nutritionally, but I have been doing well lately and I needed comfort food. Caffeine, carbs, and grease (because I had to choose the 4-meat pizza). It was good, but I was still craving something.

I think the worst part of a tough run is needing to eat, but finding nothing to satisfy. I usually spend most of the day trying to calm my appetite. It’s a cruel cycle for someone who still wants to drop a few pounds.

I know that I missed my recovery window in those few hours after my run, and that’s why I still feel the way I do today. I’m just dragging. I know better. I know how I should recover, but I let my emotion take hold of me. I know the importance of refueling properly, stretching, and resting. But I didn’t get that on Saturday. I was on the run all day, and didn’t get into bed until after 11 Saturday night. By that point, I was so exhausted I couldn’t fall asleep.

I now know the effect recovery – or lack of it – has on me and I will make sure that doesn’t happen again (as much as I can with my brood  of children).

Lesson learned.