Wednesday, April 9, 2014

February, March, and a Race!

"Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength." unknown 

~ mile 2 of the Salida's A Run Through Time Trail Half Marathon
Oh, yes, I do have a blog...

Let's just pick up where I left off last, in January, when I was beginning to turn things around after inhaling enormous amounts of glistening sugar cookies in December....

February:  Set my mind to training like I’ve never trained before, and February laughed in my face, then pretty much gave me the finger.   My training  took one step forward and three steps back when I was hit with some pretty emotional "life stuff", and other things I couldn't control (and things I could, but chose not to, because it was just too hard).  The highlights (lowlights):  The Polar Vortex (!!!!!); a severe case of the bubonic plague (I swear I had it!); an icy trail run that was more skateable than runnable - confirmed by a PR of most falls ever in one run (5), a broken Garmin, and a banged up palm which still causes severe pain when I attempt a pushup umpteen weeks later.  Then there was simply sheer laziness brought on by the stress of life.  I've found I have a hard time training well when I have a lot of emotional garbage on my mind; I end up spending too much time with my toxic thoughts under my flannel sheets.  I got tired of trying to run through it all, truthfully, and became utterly lazy; low days turned into stale weeks and eventually the entire month of February became depressing.  I ended the month with ~149 miles, none of which amounted to anything in double digits runs, and only 11k of vertical.  Pathetic, considering I had an upcoming very hilly trail marathon in mid-March with a pretty stringent cutoff time (at least in my sorry state).

March:  First order of business with the flip of the calendar was to email the race director of abundant hills marathon and ask if I could please bump down to the half marathon distance. Injury seems to gather more sympathetic embraces than general laziness for lack of proper training, so I did what any healthy runner would do - I lied that something hurt in my body.   I forget what ailment I forged, but whatever - mission accomplished.

With my new down-graded race, I then started my solid half marathon training plan with 10 5 days to go before Salida's A Run Through Time Trail Half Marathon.  I was excited for the race - it was my first in about 3 months and I was itching to get back out there, even though the chance of a heart-attach climbing the first hill was inevitable.  I just love the feel of a race, love the atmosphere, love the community.  I've missed it; I've needed it.

My daughter came with me to Salida.  We left the night before the race for the what should be 3-hour drive.  3-hours turned into 5-hours thanks to rush hour traffic, and then a little glitch in hotel reservations, making us drive an additional 30 minutes to another town, and leaving us eating "dinner" at the Loaf and Jug in God Forsaken Nowhere.  Our schedules so rarely sync and we have to plan so far in advance to make a date together, so it's actually sort of nice when there's a hitch in the plans - it makes the memories together more everlasting.  Sure, a couple days soaking up rays on the beach in Mexico sounds like a better mother-daughter bonding time, but these days I take what I can get.

The race was only 13.1 miles, with 2200' of climbing and starting about 3000' higher than I live.  Should have been a piece-o-cake, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was going to be a doozie - considering that bastard, February.

In my current state of craptastic fitness, it was HARD, guys.  I mean by-mile-9-I-desperately-wanted-to-lie-down-right-then-and-there-and-take-a-nap hard.  I have never felt like that in a race.  Never!  And it wasn't really a "hard" course - it's just that stupid February's fault!

Mountains.  Hills.  Up, down, again and again.  And again and again.  Rocks I had to sidestep down, because in my hiatus of running hills, I've reverted back to being a big 'ol chicken on them (and a still screaming palm to remind me what a klutz I am).  At two points during the later part of the race I thought I was lost as there was no one around me within eyesight, so I backtracked my steps until someone come along.  I walked.  A lot.  More than I needed to - simply because it was easier and I wasn't in the mood to exert too much energy fighting this thing.   Even the downhills - my love and joy - were difficult on untrained quads.

I deserved exactly what I got out of that race, considering what I put in it to get there.  But I was secretly disappointed; I had lost far more fitness than I thought, and this race slapped me a pretty high dose of reality.  A few months ago a 50 mile race in some serious altitude with some kickass climbing yielded better results than this 13.1 (13.4 if we want to be specific, and we do!) mile race which caused me to reach the pinnacle of my physical limits within a couple hours.

Miles: 13.41
Vertical: 2141'
Time: 2:55.01

But I loved being out there; back on the trails, back racing.  And I'm glad I did it, even though I wanted to lay down and die at mile 9.  I always say no experience in life is without value!  No setback means anything about your character as long as you don't accept it as your destiny.  I came home from that race feeling a lot more energized and some much needed motivation about getting my hiney back out there running, especially when those dark, sad days where the strength to crawl out of my flannel sheets to get a drink of  water takes all my willpower hit me.

It seems as if human nature dictates that we make necessary improvements primarily in the wake (up) of loss.  At least it does for me, and I'm excited to get back out there.  With the trees budding and my daffodils blooming (and my allergies screaming!), the season's changing....perfect time for a season of change for this girl.

173.41 miles
13,839' vertical

Oh, and guys, my race team shirts and jacket arrived the other day....sweet!  Truly honored to be part of Runners Roost Mountain/Ultra race team!

Next up: C.U.R.E 50k (or 20k, depends how I feel :)) on April 19th.   A little ill-trained 51st birthday treat to me! :)

Run strong, my friends!


bobbi said...

So good to see a post from you!! Sorry about all the crap life stuff :( I hope that's all settling down now. I love that you got to spend a race weekend with your daughter! And I'm totally confident that your fitness will all come back to you in no time. Wish I could say the same about myself - got my work cut out for me, and my motivation is sorely lacking...

Adrienne said...

The 'feel' of a race...I think I know what you're talking about. It's an emotional state that can't be reproduced! Positive thoughts and keep on truckin'!!

Char said...

I'm so sorry that life has been so tough for you lately. Sometimes it just doesn't seem fair to have to bear so much. But look at you - you always come out swinging - or should I say running.

simplycj said...

Oh em gee girl!!!! That's all I'll say about that... May I say that I'm secretly glad that my plan of slowing you down to my speed looks to be working perfectly.... Muahahaha!!!!

SupermomE12 said...

Hugs my friend!!! Sorry about stupid February and sorry about the emotional stress. We have had our fair share the past 6 months or so and it is tough, I know. Great job with the race though and I LOVE your team uniform. You will rock it!!! :)

Johann said...

Yay, a post from Jill! :) Life and its hassles... I must admit when I go through bad life experiences I tend to run more. I've missed so many goals and will not be ready for a stage race I'm entered for on 16, 17 and 18 May. I've moved on to my new goals starting with a 20k trail race on 15 June. New focus gave me new motivation. All the best Jill!

Teamarcia said...

A blog! Wheeee! So so sorry all the crappy stress continues for you. Glad though that February has passed and you're out there doing what you do best. Yay for a girls' trip with Abby! Love the team gear but um, no pink??

Karen said...

I always love your sarcastic writing style. I think your February was my March. Maybe that's contagious? Pushing through garbage in life and running well is really really hard. Glad you're on the upswing again! Just in time for summer!! :)

Jenny said...

Boo February! So glad Abbey was able to be there with you for the race. :) 50k next week? In the bag. You've got it! :)

Irene said...

Just stopping by to day HI! I'm glad to see someone is still blogging. It looks like you're doing great! I'll catch up with your doings in a bit. Miss you. XO

Mike Ransick said...

Nice to see you back at it. I don't think I've ever run 149 miles in a month so your low month would be a PR for me. Just sayin.

I need a goal to get back at blogging myself.

Spring break this year was too late to go skiing so unfortunately we can't meet for a blogger meet up lunch like last year.

Robin said...

First off, love the quote at the top of the post! You running that half is amazing without a lot of training. Just looking at those photos tells me that. Good for you for getting back out there. I hope that things turn around for you and that you are able to enjoy some great running this spring. Thinking of you from Canada.

Beth said...

Awesome post, I have wanted to do that race for a long time. February sucked for me in life and training too so I can relate. I am glad the long dark winter is over =)

ajh said...

I"ve been a little blog absent for me too. You rock in my eyes! Love your new team clothing. Great colors. Isn't that what matters?

Terzah said...

Yes, things are indeed looking up, and spring is here (just ignore the snow outside today). It was great getting my first taste of Pikes with you--I really appreciate your wisdom. You will be kicking ass before you know it. You always do.

c2iowa said...

Good to see you post -- I thought that you might have left it to fade away. But who am I to talk? -- I am a bad blogger.

Need to talk soon.

One Crazy Penguin said...

Sometimes a race is just what you need, even if you are ill prepped for it. Well done on finishing :) It's been a rough beginning of the year for me as well so I hear you on wanting to curl under the covers.

Hope to see you sometime this summer :)

The Green Girl said...

I always love your posts - your personality and sense of humor always shines through.

Turns out my last minute trip to Denver was cancelled but I'll let you know the next time I'm supposed to be in town.

Miss you tons, my friend!

Raina R. said...

Hi Jill.. It's me. Late, but I hope you'll still have me.
February.. not sure what happened that month for you, but I hope you are feeling better about it now. Life can be terribly hard sometimes.
I am thrilled for you that Runner's Roost has you as part of their team! You are such a good fit for them, and they are lucky to have you.
Yay for mom/daughter time, however it comes!
I see you are on istagram now...I must be the last hold out!

Black Knight said...

So glad to read another post of yours and I apologize to be late in reading it.
A race is always a good medicine.
Beautiful team uniform. A secret.... I never wear my team uniform (totally red), I prefer my black clothes.
Great photos!

jillianloves said...

Oh yes, I do have a blog too :) At least we have each other on FB!