And In An Instant, It All Can Change

We all know how just one little thing can change the course of our lives forever.

One moment. One instant. One second.

The same goes with training. I recall training for my first marathon, the Surf City, and during a house cleaning episode I ran my very large, very heavy chair over my big toe, which immediately swelled. I thought for sure I had broken it. I called my mom crying. I had trained so hard.

Luckily, the toe ended up being fine.

Fast forward to this morning. I was cleaning again and, as most of you know, training for the Long Beach marathon. The phone rang. I sprinted towards it, praying it was my husband.

It was.

You see, we’ve been waiting for some news about a new job, in a new state, clear across the country.

Our family is all on the east coast; we are on the west. We love it here. California offers so much to those who enjoy fitness and health.

On the other hand, if you moved here right as the housing market boomed and you didn’t buy, you are out. A median home costs $600K in our neighborhood. We like our neighborhood, but the homes for this price are old and mostly need updating. At $600K we would be breaking the banks and then have work to do.

This relocation meant a few things. First, we’d be closer to family. Second, we’d be able to afford a house. Third, we are gypsies at heart, my husband and I. We enjoy going new places, exploring new territories. The thought of ‘settling’ down’ kind of terrifies us.

So we have had our fingers crossed. And the call came.

He got the job!

We are moving. Not only that, we are doing so in just three short months. Two weeks after the Long Beach Marathon. I hadn’t signed up for it yet knowing what might happen. Now it looks like I won’t.

I could, I suppose. However, I’m going to be so busy with packing and moving arrangements that I don’t want to put an added stress on what will be a hectic few months.

Instead, I’m going to run the Disney Marathon in January. I signed up yesterday, after hearing about our move. My family lives fairly close, so we could make it a family weekend and I could do the race. I’d love to do one where my mom is at the finish line. When she had her stroke in December, I ran my first marathon in February for her.

Now, maybe the next time she can be waiting at the finish line along with the rest of my family.

The really cool thing: When we found out he got the job, my mom was in an airplane on the way to visit us for a week. She got off of the airplane and after telling me about the trip, I asked her this: Next time you come out, do you want to fly nonstop or would you prefer to do it this way again, with a stop in between?

Mom: I guess with the stop.

Me: Oh, well, it doesn’t matter anyway. This is your last visit to California anyway.

My mom broke down in tears.

Life changes so fast. We have been in California for six years. I’ve enjoyed the time here, but I am glad to be moving on.

So, on to my running and my personal certification training. I’m going to do that marathon in january and get the certification and begin a mommy boot camp class in Georgia, where we will be living. I can’t find anything like it in that area and it has been something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time.

And for my running, I know it will be different. It will be humid there, and I’m used to running in the dry heat. It will be less traffic (the town is fairly small) and I can’t wait to not dodge lights and cars who don’t look before pulling out of a shopping center.

I will keep you posted on the training during the move.

Life is going to be hectic, but then it is already.

You just gotta keep running through!

Today I Completed My First Triathlon . . . Kind of!

Today I began the full three events-swim, bike and run-at the gym.

I started off with a 1,000 meter swim. Not bad, as I did it first and was glad that I did because the pool was open with only one other swimmer. The swim was a good one and I realized something funny during it: While I love swimming, I loathe biking, but only at the gym. I have a feeling if I were working out outside, swimming would be tough in the ocean or lakes because I’d be concerned about whatever was below the surface and biking would be great because I’d actually be going somewhere!

Swim: 1000 meters/40 laps; approx. 29 minutes. I stopped a few times to listen for the paging system, in case my youngest needed to leave childcare! I want to do this entire swim next week without stopping, and I’d like a better way to time myself. I know that I did the first 250 meters in about 5 1/2 minutes without stopping; after that, it’s a guess.

The transition was easy: I shed my suit, put on my running clothes and headed upstairs. I did a five mile bike ride. The other day when riding I stood up after and had a really sharp pain in my calf muscle. I made sure that night and the next day after my run that I stretched the hell out of it. It felt better today; no sharp pain. I took it easy on the levels though just in case. I have to do a 11 mile run on Saturday and don’t want any odd pains to stand in my way!

Bike Ride: 5 miles (like 5.2 or something) in 15 minutes.

I then stepped onto the treadmill, glad to see my legs held me up. This is only the second time I have biked and then run after. I’m sure when I get going a little farther on the bike, the run after will be more tough.

I did 2 miles and averaged just 9:30 min miles. I really wanted it to be closer to 9, and I did get down to 8:40 min miles a few times, but not enough.

The entire workout took about 65 minutes. I got done feeling great but really, really hungry! I had started off this morning with a cup of coffee, a hard boiled egg and a banana before the workout. I have a feeling if I go much longer than the sixty-five minutes I’m going to need to eat something during, or take one of my gel packs that I use on long runs.

I realized something about the bike: I need to practice. I don’t enjoy biking. I love to swim and run, so I want to do these two, and I don’t want to increase the bike because I don’t enjoy it. I think if I were outside, again, I would, but inside I just don’t.

So, with shower and all I was at the gym for about an hour and a half. The girls, of course, did fine in daycare, though I was feeling a bit guilty by the amount of time it took. And I know that when I get to doing some longer bikes and runs it will take even longer. However, I think I will cap myself at a certain point before this triathlon. I have to check and see again how long the distances are, but I think the run is only four miles, which isn’t too bad.

Completing all three of those today really made me feel great! I am feeling a bit more confident, like the triathlon won’t be unattainable, especially if I start small.

A question for all of my tri friends; How far are you going in training before a race? Do you try out the entire length first? Or, like a marathon, only go to a certain point in training and push it a bit farther on race day?

Looking for Something to Do This Friday? Check Out 50 Marathons

If you are are runner you probably know the name Dean Karnazes. If not, you should. Dean runs ultra-marathons. If you are looking for a good read, and an inspiring one for training purposes, check out his book Ultra-Marathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner about his journeys by foot and the reasons he runs long distances.

After reading this book I was certain I could run 50 miles at one time and I began to consider doing more than ‘just’ a marathon (yes, I am using these terms quite loosely because I know how difficult marathons are!) For instance, his book inspired me to train for a triathlon and to look into some potential endurance runs later in the future, after my second marathon is out of the way.

Dean is currently promoting a movie that he recently starred in called 50 Marathons. The showing happens just once at this point, this Friday, July 31, hopefully at a theater near you. Of course the hope is that it will be picked up after its showing, but that means we, the running community, needs to get out and support the movie.

Check out the trailer:

The premise of the movie is really quite simple in verbal terms: 50 marathons run in 50 days in 50 states in order to raise awareness of childhood obesity and the idea of getting fit and getting physical. What a great way to get out and promote running marathons! I’m hoping to take my four year old daughter to see the film. Since running her first half mile race, she talks nonstop about being a runner, about racing again, and about what foods will help her run fast (believe me, she doesn’t need the latter-she’s going to blow me away out there one day!)

They physical endurance needed for this film is insane, but if anyone can tackle this extreme physical feat, Dean can. Remember, he’s the guy that eats a pizza while running. While running! It was after reading his book that I realized during my own marathon training I needed to incorporate a little solid food into the end of my runs because I was draining myself of energy: Enter goldfish! Great little critters to munch on while out for a 20 mile trek.

Check out the website to see if a theater near you is promoting the movie and if so go! I’m hoping to get there and if so I will definitely report back.

Shaking Out the Morning Cobwebs: Or Why I Work Out at 5AM

I always get this odd look when I tell people that I get up each day (five days a week) to work out at 5 AM.

Four of those days I run; one of those days I do a tri training. On Fridays, rather than get up early, I sleep in and do my abs and arms later in the day when I get time. And on Sundays, I’m supposed to get to sleep in as long as I want.

I say supposed to because, if you have children, you understand that this never happens.

They sleep in on the days I wake early and workout.

On the days I am supposed to sleep in, they are up before 7 AM, every single time!

At this point I am so conditioned to first working out and then to having a cup of coffee before anyone else in my family rises from bed that on the days when I don’t get up early I’m cranky.

Really cranky.

And tired. Really tired. Cobwebs in my head tired. Can’t pull out of the slog tired.

Maybe I should give up this idea of sleeping in, I keep thinking.

Maybe, every single day of my life, I should wake up early to get in my workout time.

On Sundays, my one day off from any type of workout, maybe I should instead get up early and write, or work on projects that are due.

For whatever reason, when given the opportunity to sleep in I just get crankier. It’s like I need that adrenaline rush that I get when I work out early in the morning in order to feel good. Awake. Alive.

I’ve also noticed on the days when I don’t work out with cardio I don’t really feel as great as I do on the days that I run.

I am a bit grouchier, maybe. A little more grumpy.

When I work out and then the kids wake, I’m ready to go. We eat. We take showers. We head outside.

On days when I don’t work out, I’m tired, and don’t feel like I can get myself in gear more quickly.

I’m sure this has to do with those endorphins people are always talking about when they talk about how great working out is for you, and how much energy you’ll have after you get up and get going. I suppose that my body is now used to these, since I have been working out in the early morning hours for the past twelve or so years. Now, my body is conditioned to getting its butt kicked as so as it wakes, and when it doesn’t, it doesn’t feel as though it is awake.

Which made me wonder: If I get a jump rope, which I’m sure my daughter has laying around here somewhere amongst all of her toys, and I spend ten minutes or so jumping on Fridays and Saturdays, my cardio free days, will this make those endorphins kick in and give me the boost I need?

Will this make mom feel more happy, more alive, less grumpy, on cardio-free days?

This will be my experiment next week, and I will let you know if it works.

For now I’m going to fill up on caffeine, quickly, as Sesame Street is almost over and I’m expected to do something with the kids to keep them busy for a few hours.

Maybe we’ll go for a run?!

Taking a Step Back to Move Forward

I hate this part of training for a marathon.

You build for a few weeks and then, boom, run a shorter distance for your long run in order to head off injuries and regroup.

As I was preparing for this morning’s run last night, I kept thinking I was going to go between 10 and 11. I had my route planned out, but then I realized I needed to check my Garmin for the exact miles I needed to run.

Then it hit me: I had to step back this week and do only 7.

Now, for a while seven seems like a lot. Then you do 8, 9, and seven seems small.

Especially when you are pumped up for a longer run.

It is difficult around here to do anything between 3 and 7.5.

To get anywhere nice to run would be a total run of at least 6.5.

The ocean is a 7.4 round trip, and if I do that, I don’t really get to run along the ocean on the bike path; I simply get to run to it, stop and see it, then run back.

And the issue is really that run itself: Down a busy road. Nothing to look at but cars going by way too fast. Nothing to smell but exhaust. I hate it.

So this morning, when I thought I was doing the longer run, I had planned to run to a park. It’s about two and a half to the park, then I could run around the park for a while, then the two and a half back. SO, five miles, at least half of the run, would be spent looking at nice things: Trees, ducks, water.

Instead, I had to do seven miles through our surrounding neighborhoods.

I saw a few funny things. The first was a shooting star. The crazy thing is that it seemed to be RIGHT THERE in front of me. I kept thinking if I turned a corner I might run over it. Then it made me consider what shooting stars were actually made of, and if they were only gas or some debris, so I contemplated that for a while.

I saw a lot of stray cats. This gets me around here. No one keeps their cats inside and we live in the city. It’s really annoying, because they often get in our back yard and pee and poo. Then they chase the birds away, so I have stopped hanging up our bird feeders, which my daughters love, in an effort to get rid of the cats.

Anyway, over all it was okay, but not so great. I really looked forward to the longer run, having this destination in mind and knowing when I got there it would be a pretty run. I’m so sick of running in the city. I hate it. I hate the cars, the noise, the trash. There is this one bum on one of these streets. He camps out at the opening of the development. I can never remember where he is going to be until I run up on him, and then it is too late to step away and I’m always afraid he’s going to reach out and grab me. Today I listened to my music for most of the run, because I was so disappointed about just doing the neighborhood run that I couldn’t shake it off and think the things I really wanted to think through.

Next week is a ten miler. I’ll head out to something pretty. I can’t wait.

At least i got my seven in. Now I can head off to ice skating class with my daughter. Last week I forgot to request a larger skate to take in my feet swelling after that long run, and the entire class i Thought my foot my break in half!

How to Go the Distance in Training

I spent yesterday’s workout considering how I can go the distances. How others, especially ultra-athletes, can go even more than 26.2. What is it inside of someone who can keep the stamina, not just physically but mentally as well, for that long of a time?

I have written before that distance running is really about training your mind to understand that it can do the distance. Like they say, It’s all in your head.

Your body, if you train it properly (increase in small increments over time, take care of it physically, eat well, rest, stay hydrated) will do what you want it to do. Barring any major injuries or problems from the get go, you can pretty much teach your body to do what you want it to do. Think of yogis that can bend themselves like pretzels. They most likely didn’t just sit down one day and contort. They practiced.

Same with distances. Train your body and it will follow.

What will it follow? What has to follow your body’s lead?

Your mind, of course.

The ultimate trick to distance running is training your mind. It is your mind that will need to stay busy as you run for 26 miles. It is your mind that will say, “I can’t do this,” and tell you to stop. It is your mind that will send in the self doubts just when your chips are the lowest-and it is your mind that will then turn those self-doubt chips into winning chips when you need them.

But you have to train it to do this.

I’ve never minded distances; in fact, I embrace them. I get so excited on Friday nights knowing my distance is coming up on Saturdays that sometimes I have difficulty falling asleep.

I have a pretty specific mind plan when I go out. It’s not that I developed it – or, maybe I did quite some time ago when I began increasing miles.

Basically, the first part of any long run is spent mulling over the issues I am going through in that week. For instance, a tough client; an article I want to write or am writing; the novel I keep putting off composing; a problem with the kids or family. I focus on these things; they drift in, I contemplate them for a bit, they drift out and a new one drifts in. I spend the first part of my long runs just letting problems or ideas or thoughts come in and go out as they will.

At some point, these thoughts stop. I begin to notice things, like the smell of the ocean or the sound of the town as it wakes up. Then, at some point, I turn on some music. This is normally at least halfway through a long run. It creates the perfect diversion. I generally listen to music from then on out.

If you are having a difficult time getting the mindset together to go the distance, here are some things that might help.

First, psyche yourself up. Think like a winner. You have to have the self confidence and the self assurance to get through. If you talk down about your running you will not make it. Instead of saying I hope I can do this, say I can’t wait to finish up to prove I can do it.

Secondly, picture yourself finishing the marathon. I do this on every long run at least once if not several times. I see my family at the finish line. I see them waving and cheering. I see myself crossing that line and shouting in excitement. Sometimes my eyes actually tear up because I know how proud I am going to feel when I finish the race. Picture yourself at the finish line and you WILL be there, if only for a minute at mile 10 of a 20 mile practice run.

Thirdly, distract yourself. I do this with music. I rarely run with music on shorter runs unless I am really tired or feeling like it might be a tough run. Music distracts me. I know if I have the headset on I can go for a while listening to some of my favorite tunes. I have a list of favorite tunes I run to, and this is the only time I listen to them. J Geils sings about love stinking; Everlong blasts in my ear; the Toadies talk about going behind the boathouse. These songs always get me going, and sometimes singing along, as I run.

Fourth, enjoy the sense-sations. I wrote about this the other day in a separate post. I love running outdoors because I love hearing, smelling, seeing and just feeling what is going on around me. From the smell of coffee to the scent of laundry detergent, to the sound of birds, I just love it. Enjoy this part of training. It is what you will remember when the race is all over. I honestly really miss those long, long runs. I can still recall this one particular area that I would run, past the horse trails, hearing the horses, seeing the ocean along the way. I still see these in my head. In fact, when I have to do something I dislike, such as sitting in the dentist’s chair being tortured, I close my eyes and envision those runs.

Fifth, mix it up if you have to. I didn’t with the last training, only because I didn’t have my Garmin yet. Now that I do, my training, the longer runs, will consist of some new treks on Saturdays. Last training I ran the same course the entire time because I had it mapped out. So I always saw the same things. By the end of the training I was growing restless and bored. Now that I have my Garmin I will tackle a new training trail, starting tomorrow. I haphazardly mapped out one trail that leads to an area I have been wanting to run, so tomorrow I’ll head that way. I’ll do the first 5 out and then backtrack the next five.

Lastly, make it fun. Running should be something that you enjoy. I hear people say that running is boring or hard and I think, Why? Make it fun. Explore new routes. Stop and pick up donuts on the way home. I often stop at the ocean for a few minutes and just enjoy the peaceful scenery. One blogger that i just started reading takes a camera on her marathon runs and stops and takes snapshots (actually, I don’t even think that she stops!) You don’t have to run the entire time. Stop to enjoy what is out there in life.

Some Thoughts About the Gym

I hate it!

Oh, I try, I really, really do!

I try to like it. But I just don’t.

If I have to train, I want to be outside. I mean, why ride a stationary bike at all? I don’t understand the benefits, other than a few calories burned. It isn’t as good as the workout outside, it’s boring as hell, and there is nothing to look at, except for the other people in the gym. But I think there is a rule about not staring them down while working out (at least, they seem to look at me funny when I attempt to check them out while I workout!)

RUnning on the treadmill is just as bad. BORING. Oh my gosh, first of all I can’t read a damn thing on the closed caption television, secondly the music is good but if I sing along people look at me funny. Thirdly, it is hot as hell. What do they do, crank the heat up in those places? And it is BORING.

Did I say BORING?!

The only thing I DO like about the gym is the pool, because I’d be terrified to go out in the ocean and swim alone. So the pool is good, minus the snot that I talked about the other day.

Oh, and today there was a spider at the bottom of the pool. Seriously, he was standing on the bottom of the pool. Shouldn’t he have been floating if he were dead? I began to make up this story about him as I swam (yes, I do entertain myself during these long workouts: Hey I run marathons, what else will I do for all of those hours?!). I decided he was a mutant chlorine spider that could survive the harshest of chemicals AND breathe under water. He did move while I was there, inching over into the other lane, moving toward the little Asian lady that I nearly pushed over on my way to the pool (there are only three lanes and I knew one was already in use; I wanted to beat her just in case she got down those stairs before me!)

Anyway, the spider did not attack as I thought he might. He stayed where he was. His dead, squashed brother was up ahead of him. I’m guessing he wasn’t quite adapted to the chemicals. A mutant, if you will.

I saw some interesting things at the gym this morning, though. Things I would not have seen outside, I’m guessing. For one, the woman beside me got onto the treadmill backwards and commenced to jog. Yes, she jogged backwards. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen, seriously. I have trouble jogging forwards on the treadmill! I always feel as though I’m going to fall over. She did it backwards. Unbelievable.

I saw the physical fitness trainer hitting on a few ladies as they walked on the treadmill. He stood there the entire time that they walked.

Sense-sations: Why I Run Outside

This morning I:

Smelled-
1) Someone’s shampoo as they showered (no, I was not standing beneath their bathroom window playing peeping Tom, just running by!)
2) A walker’s shirt’s detergent as he sauntered by at high speed
3) Coffee. Oh. My. Gosh. Let me just say this: When I smell coffee on a run my stomach dances in circles. It anticipates finishing up the workout, turning on the pot, and sucking down that java juice. Can you say a-dict-ted?

Saw-
1) A car wrapped in Saran Wrap. Yes, saran wrap. Strange, very strange indeed.
2) An early morning fitness group meeting at the park. The trainer swept while the clients did some ab work.
3) Trash. This kills me. Don’t people understand it doesn’t get up and walk away when they toss it on the ground?

Tasted-
1) Salt from my sweat. I love this taste. That means I’m working. Hard.
2) Bugs. A few flew into my mouth twice. I ate them. What the hell-lots of protein, little calories right? (Only kidding, but I’m sure I did swallow a bug brain or two!)

Heard-
1) My music. I knew it might be a tough run. I don’t usually travel with tunes unless I’m doing a long run-over 6 or 7 miles or so-but this morning for my four mile run I decided to take the tunes along and it was great.
2) Car tires against the street
3) People waking for the morning. One man talking. A person’s alarm clock going off

Felt-
1) Good
2) Strong
3) Alive

That’s why I run.

Becoming a Physical Fitness Trainer

So I’ve been battling with the idea of becoming a fitness trainer.

I have a plan in mind, a long term goal that I’d like to reach. Mainly it deals with working with parents and their children to develop a healthy lifestyle and exercise routine. So, the focus, I guess, is the family.

My reasons for not following my plan are really, maybe, rather stupid: my age.

I’m almost 40.

I’m in good shape, I have owned a business (and still do) so I know how this all works. I don’t have any fears of studying for or passing the exam.

I’m stuck on my age.

I keep asking myself this question: Are there people out there who would be interested in having a 40 year old and older woman as a personal trainer?

Isn’t this a job for the younger group? At 40, shouldn’t I be more focused on doing something behind the scenes?

Then I know the truth: If I were to go to a trainer I’d want someone who resembled my own type as closely as possible. Someone who had kids and knew the problems associated with pregnancy and working out, post-pregnancy bodies, losing weight after having kids, and fitting in exercise when you are so busy you can barely sleep, much less jog.

So, I’ve come here with this dilemma and am asking this of you: Would you hire a personal trainer, or attend a class run by a personal trainer, who was a 40 year old or older woman?

Or would you think, Dang, she’s old! I want someone young and fit!

My future career is hanging on your words of wisdom. Not to pressure you or anything (wink wink-just a joke!)

Flip Flops Be Gone: Shedding the Flops, for My Knees’ Sake

I live in Southern California and I wear flip flops.

Sounds like the beginning of a Shoe Aholic Meeting, yeah? Believe me, if you live in So Cal, you own your share of flops, and you purchase them in every color at the beginning of summer since your feet don’t see another type of shoe for months on end.

In fact, in my parts it is common to wear them year around.

But my love of flip flops has come to an end. Now that my knee has begun to hurt, I believe one of the primary reasons could be my love for these sandal-like shoes.

I’ve worn them completely, totally and absolutely for the past several years. Unless I have on my running shoes, my feet are adorned in flip flops.

No sandals. No slip ons. Very rarely a pair of ballet flats. Flip flops it is.

This study shows, though, that the stride you take when wearing a pair of flip flops can harm your ankles, soles and feet. I believe, too, it has hurt my knee. I can feel it when I’m walking in one particular pair of my favorites, a brown Old Navy. They are simple yet cute and they get me everywhere.

Rather, they did.

Today I’m taking my daughter to the store and we are searching for a pair of good, comfy, probably potentially very dorky looking cushioned sandals. I have to save my knees. I have a marathon to run.

Bye bye, flip flops. It was fun while it lasted.