Marathon Training, a 5k, and the Paris Pair

Marathon training for Dallas has been rolling along, and the long runs are getting longer. But that didn’t stop me from finding a way to participate in a few races the past couple of weeks.

First up was my favorite local 5k – the Sherman Arts Fest run. I’ve run this race every year since I started running in 2010 (virtual for 2020) and it was somewhat of a family tradition. All four kids ran the mile fun run the first year, and the picture of them with their ribbons is one of my favorites.

Their first fun run!

Every year, except for the virtual 2020 and this year, I’ve had at least one child participate in some way. Mostly, it was my youngest son who ran the 5k several of the years. I would run my race and go back to run him in to finish. So I was kind of sad that it was just me running, but at least my husband came to watch and I had my running friends to hang out with too. My friend and I are training together for Dallas, and we had a long run of 16 miles planned for the weekend. We decided to knock out most of it, and finish up with the 5k. When I lined up at the start, I had 11.5 miles in my legs already for the morning, and I told myself I could not get mad about my performance. The marathon is the end goal, not a fast 5k. Of course I went out too fast, and almost tripped over several middle school cross country kids in the first mile. I finally had to school them on race etiquette. If you’re going to stop and walk, move over and look behind you first. I’m too old to be tripping over kids. My first mile was around 8:15. Not bad.

In the second mile, I started to feel all of the earlier miles in my legs. My pace was around 8:30. I tried to pick up the pace to finish strong for the last mile, but I was hot and my legs were tired. I remembered how hard 5ks are (especially when you go out too fast)! My 3rd mile was around 8:45. As I crossed the finish in one of my slower times for this race, I reminded myself I could not get mad. My finish time was under 27 minutes (what I thought I could run) and I was okay with that. After a short run for a cooldown, I was at 16 miles for the day. Oh, and an age group win to boot. 🙂

The following weekend, I ran the 25k at the Paris Pair. It was a good long run distance, and a chance to break up the monotony of long runs. New locations are good for that – and a medal with snacks are a nice bonus.

The weather that morning was actually cool compared to what we have been running in. Under 60 degrees at the start, and a shady course. It was an out and back course, so my plan was to run steady and comfortable on the way out, and gradually pick up the pace on the way back. I wanted to finish with the last couple of miles as my fastest. I hoped to average at least under a 10 minute pace per mile. It’s hard to know what my fitness is when all the long runs have been slower and in warm, humid weather.

A few miles into the race, we were under a 10 minute pace, but I told my friend it felt too fast. She reminded me that it usually takes 4-5 miles before we start feeling good on a run. Marathon training does that.

At the turnaround at 7.75 miles, I made a mental note of the overall time on my Garmin. (1:17:xx) I started to pick it up a little bit, but mostly stayed steady until the aid station around mile 10. I filled up my bottle here, and it was the only mile over a 10 minute pace. At mile 11, I took my caffeinated gel to get through the last few miles. I started to pick up the pace, because I was feeling good. It did start to heat up some, but it wasn’t until the last couple of miles that I started to notice the warmer weather. At the 10k turnaround, I had exactly 5k to go, so I started picking it up. My final mile splits were: 9:24, 9:21, 9:01, and 8:57 (.5 mile).

Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted to do, and I ended up coming in way under my expected goal pace of 10 min, and had a finish time around 2:30 with an average pace of 9:39. The best part was that it gave me a mental win I needed going into the heavier part of marathon training. It’s been years since I ran a strong race that was longer than a half marathon. It’s not as fast as I could run in the past, but it was what I needed for where I am now.

The race organization was top notch. We got to start and finish under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Texas, and I got to spend some time with friends there too. I would definitely do this race again, especially as the project for the NETT continues to make progress.

As of today, I don’t have any other races planned until Dallas Marathon weekend. But actually, it’s really not that far away.

Possum’s Revenge

Sometimes I don’t make the smartest decisions when it comes to choosing races, but over the years I’ve learned that every race provides an opportunity for growth as a runner. That’s exactly what happened with Possum’s Revenge.

Humidity is my nemesis. I can deal with the Texas heat, I know to slow it down, but humidity is the sneaky villain that is kind of like “hitting the wall” in a marathon. I’m fine until I’m not. It will suck the life right out of my run and shoot my heart rate sky-high. So I know better than to expect my best results on humid race days, especially in April or May. Knowing this, I still chose to register for a super long race in our typical “humid season.” It was a trail race though, so it would be different.

The week leading up to the race was full of rain. Lots of rain – the flash flooding kind of rain. We’ve had so much rain in Texas that the grass in our yard couldn’t dry out enough to mow, and the trees leading into our driveway started to look like a jungle. Everything is so green! Thank goodness I was tapering for the race, and didn’t need to run much. But I was starting to worry about slipping and sliding on the trail Saturday. I really didn’t have a clear picture of what the trail was like.

My friend and I left Friday and drove down to stay in a hotel in Graham, about 30 minutes from the race site. We found a local Italian restaurant in a town along the way, and I had the best chicken parmesan. We made it to the hotel early in the evening, and I went through all my gear to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Newsflash: I always forget something. This time I forgot my charger for my Garmin and it was at 49%. I am so thankful my friend and I have the same Garmin, and that she brought her charger.

On race morning, I woke up about an hour before my alarm went off and couldn’t go back to sleep. My brain was wired with the logistics of running a long race. I finally just got out of bed and started my coffee. We checked out of the hotel and got to the race about an hour before my start. She was running a different distance, and her start was 30 minutes later than mine.

The skies were overcast with the threat of rain, and the temps were in the low 70s. I wore longer shorts that have saved my legs from chafing on several long runs and Cowtown, and I wore short sleeves. My running vest with a tank top doesn’t jive well. Learned that lesson the hard way.

My race distance consisted of two 17 mile laps. Each lap had a 4 mile loop, then a crossover and about 13 miles before coming back to the start. I would do this twice. The first loop had a lot of sand, and some rocky places. I didn’t remember the rocky places the first time through, but boy it got me the second time. More on that later. I felt decent going through this section. I don’t feel like I took off too fast and I walked the uphill portions. (That’s a tip I learned from another runner in my first long distance trail attempt.)

The next 13 miles had a few places where runners were passing in both directions. It would get a little crowded at times as the races that started later with shorter distances merged. It was tough to tell who was running what distance, but since I’m only competing with myself, I tried to get out of the way especially for those who bomb the downhills.

Then the big rocks showed up. There was at least one place to climb through, that required the use of my hands because of the height of the rocks. This may be really hard on round 2, I thought. (It was) I also found out that we got to come down through it on the way back to finish the loop. So I hit this place a total of 4 times (2 up, 2 down).

The humidity was starting to take its toll, but I stayed on top of my hydration, electrolytes, and fuel. I have a timer set to go off every 45 minutes to remind me to take a gel or eat something, and I took Endurolytes every hour. I tend to sweat a lot, and often have salt streaks on my clothes after a hot/humid race. I walked the tricky sections, and ran where I could. I apologized to a guy stuck behind me on a downhill section. “I’m sorry, I’m the world’s most cautious downhill runner.” He said ” Just tuck and roll.” Well, I still have kids at home who need me, and my bones are probably about 20 years older than yours, so nah. (All in good fun.)

I made it back to the start/aid station completing my first lap in about 4:15. At this rate, I would hope to finish around 8 and a half to 9 hours.

I started the second loop, and noticed all the cactus flowers that were closed up on the first lap had bloomed. Oh my gosh, how long have I been out here?!?

So Pretty

This was the toughest part of my day. That first 4 mile loop that I didn’t think was too bad the first time just about took me out. I started stumbling through the rocky sections. I probably displaced about a thousand rocks over the course of my day from kicking them around. Then all of a sudden I stumbled on a rock and went down, landing on my left backside. I looked down at my Garmin to make a mental note. 18.1 miles. There was no one around me, so I probably sat there for at least a minute trying to figure out how to get up. “If I fall in the woods and no ones sees me, did it really even happen?”

I finally got up and started walking. My butt was hurting, but as I walked I started to feel a little better. Thank goodness I went down on my butt and not face forward. It could’ve been a lot worse. As I stumbled and almost fell again, I decided I needed to walk for a bit. I was getting cranky and mad at myself. It was going to take me a lot longer than I expected. As I walked this area of the trail, a really tall guy caught up to me. We chatted for a minute while we walked- he was doing the 69 mile distance, which I cannot even wrap my brain around. His legs were so long, I couldn’t keep up with his walk for very long even when I was run/walking.

I made it to the next section of the trail, and I had about 13 miles to go in the race. I broke it up mentally by aid stations. At one point, I had about 30 minutes where I saw no other runners. It was mentally tough, and I may have cried a little when I came across more rocks.

Smile for the camera (through the pain)

I didn’t linger at the aid stations, because I was ready to be done. So I filled my bottles, grabbed ice when they had it, and took my snacks to go. Oranges at an aid station in a warm race are the absolute best, by the way. I also had some pringles and pretzels at a couple of the stops. The rest of my fuel through the race was from stuff I had brought: gels, shot bloks, and gummy bears. I went back down through the tough rocky section and had one of my slowest miles of the day. I can’t tell you how ready I was to be done.

I got behind a guy who had just seen a fox on the trail, and my friend saw a deer. The only wildlife I saw was a dead raccoon. Of course.

When I hit the last aid station, I had about 2.5 miles to go, so I texted my friend to let her know. One of these miles was a lot of sand and I’m sure I looked like a fool trying to get through it, but at that point I didn’t care. The last mile was mostly runnable, and then you come out of the trail onto the road for the last quarter of a mile or so. Running on asphalt after all the sand and rocks felt strange, but I sure felt like I was moving at a pretty good clip.

There were people lined along the road and they would cheer as someone came through to finish. I’m zoned in on the finish, trying not to ugly cry, and ready to stop moving.

Then, out of nowhere, a girl goes flying by me like I’m standing still. It’s kind of funny, because in the video my friend took, I look over at her, like “what was that?” She was sprinting! Now, good for her having that kind of energy to finish, but I sure as heck didn’t have any gas left in the tank.

I came across the finish mat (right behind her, by the way) and I was done. 54 km (33ish miles) in 9:27:37.

Proof I ran through the finish!

My initial reaction after the race was that was the hardest event I’ve ever done. It definitely took the place of Running the Rose, my first ultra, in my top 3 hardest endurance events. The trail was tougher and it was about 20 degrees warmer. But when I looked back at my pace/results from Tyler, I actually feel I was more prepared for Possum’s and ran it better even with the warmer weather and humidity.

But now, I’m going to take a break from the long stuff. I have some other (non-running) goals to work on through the summer. I’ll definitely enjoy the break.