Beginning to train for the Half (looking for balance)

Here we go...the Lincoln Memorial Half Marathon is about 10 weeks away.  We've selected a training schedule, and it "looks" doable.  However, I'm still struggling to balance work, being a mom and wife, life in general and fitting in my runs.  It's not easy.  I'm feeling a little overwhelmed.

Take last week for instance.  I was supposed to run three miles on Monday, Thursday, Friday, speed work on Tuesday and run six miles on Saturday.  I didn't do anything Thursday and Friday.  The days are getting longer, but it's still not light out for long enough when I get home to run outside.  I still loathe the treadmill.  I have volleyball on Thursday nights, so I can't really do both.  I might need to move my day off to Thursday.  Whatever.  I'm not going to go crazy with all of the details of the schedule.  As long as I get my miles in, and I'm not over doing it, I should be okay on April 2nd, right?  Yes, I know I'm rambling!

Hopefully, before too long, I'll be able to run outside after I get home from work again.  However, I've found that I like doing my speed work on the treadmill.  It measures everything out nicely, and I have no choice but to maintain my speed.  On Tuesday, I did 5x400 repeats at 7:30 pace.  This was the first time doing any speed work.  It was good.  I'm still not sure exactly what pace I should be running and how long my recovery time should be between repeats, but I'm looking into it.  I'm also trusting my body to tell me some things.  I want it to be hard, but I don't think I should be killing myself either. 

Saturday's long run was good, but I was struggling a lot at the end.  I couldn't wait until it was over.  I could feel it in my legs and my lungs.  It almost felt like there was so much moisture in the air, combined with a 20 degree temperature, that my lungs couldn't process it all.  I never really asked Shane what pace we were doing.  I learned my lesson and quit asking.  That removes many of the mental issues I have.  It quiets "the voice". 

Another thing that I've been struggling with lately is weight gain.  After I got through the holidays, I weighed myself and was pleasantly surprised that I didn't really gain that much weight.  I was a couple of pounds over the top of my goal range, but I figured once we started training, those pounds would go away.  Prior to getting pregnant three years ago, I had reached the highest weight I had ever been, which was about 40 lbs over my college weight.  I was a little too skinny in college, so when I lost 25 lbs, I was happy and never wanted to return.  Shortly thereafter, I got pregnant and gained nearly 60 lbs.  Thankfully, it wasn't long before I was back down to my goal weight.  I've remained there for about two years....until now.

My goodness, running must make me hungry!!  I've gained five pounds in the three weeks since my first post-holiday weigh in.  I don't know what's going on, but it has got to stop!  I was happy to not be counting calories while maintaining a decent weight.  But now I've got to start counting again, and I'm not thrilled.  I have to figure out how to fuel myself properly (calories in) for the amount of calories I'm burning during runs (calories out).  Another balance issue!

Balance, balance, balance; why can't it just be easy?  Where is that stupid "easy" button from those commercials?  I could use one right about now.

Getting back on the horse

Metaphorically speaking, of course.  Technically, I never fell completely off, but lately I've been pushing my limits--maybe I'm still dangling from the stirrup?  Whatever it was, I probably needed to get back track, and SOON, before I lost my nerve! 

What I'm talking about is the recovery from the Frostbite Festival 10 mile race.  There's this period after a race that you pushed farther than previous.  We needed to adjust our training to allow ourselves to recover from the race without completely falling off course.  We hadn't experienced this need to recover before, mentally or physically.

Physically, I wasn't too bad.  I was very tired that day after the race, and I suffered some stomach issues that I still don't know if it was race-related, something I ate, or maybe that stomach flu going around.  I had little aches and pains here and there, a little overall fatigue, but mostly, I felt good.  It felt good to reach a new milestone--literally. 

Mentally, it was a little different story.  Up until that day, we had been preparing for a race, that one, and the others that preceded it.  We had discussed taking a little "break" through the remainder of December.  Still running, but not training like we have been.  This was a hard mental adjustment.  First, I was totally fine with taking time off of training, however, I started feeling like a big slacker.  For months, I was focused on a goal, and I'm a very goal oriented person.  Now our next goal was so far away and we're taking time off of focused training, I didn't know how to handle it in my head. 

With it still being very dark, cold and icy conditions, I ran a few evenings on the treadmill.  It was horribly boring as usual, but it didn't seem any harder than usual.  Within the two weeks following the race, I had only logged in about 15 treadmill miles!  Not acceptable, but I told myself that I would focus on training for the half marathon after the holidays were over.  As each day passed, the idea of not running got easier and easier.  I skipped treadmill workouts or cut them short with very little guilt. 

When it came time to the first weekend run with Shane, we decided on five miles.  It's amazing how quickly that little voice in my head gains new strength when I haven't been training.  Before the run even began, I was concerned about how I would do or feel during the run.  My insecurities crept up on me.  When we started our run, I could feel that the ease that I had before the Frostbite Festival was not there.  My legs felt a little weird, and my breathing and the sound of my feet on the pavement were nearly unfamiliar to me.

I was feeling a little strain on my legs and lungs when the GPS alarm let us know that we hit a mile.  I was afraid to ask Shane what our pace was.  If we were slower, then I would be shocked at how my body was reacting.  If we were fast, I would start freaking out about burning out too soon.  It was a no-win situation in my head.  Finally, I asked.  We ran the first mile in 9:16.  My head immediately started throwing doubts at me.  It told me that I couldn't sustain it.  It told me I couldn't do it.  It told me I would never make it.  I pushed forward anyways, but intentionally slowed the pace.  I should have never asked.  I would have been better not knowing.  Ignorance is bliss, they say. 

About half way in the run, Shane asked me how I was doing.  I told him I was okay, but I was battling my head demons and feeling overall fatigue.  My legs felt like I was wearing ankle weights!  It had been a while since I'd had a bad run, I nearly forgot what it was like.  I had really enjoyed almost every single outdoor run in the weeks prior to the Frostbite Festival.  So, Shane and I started talking.   The conversation helped the little voice in my head shut up. 

I realize that I talk a lot about the voices in my head.  When I talk about it, I'm not literally hearing a voice telling me these things.  When I write about the voice, it is representing my self-doubt that I have struggled with most of my life.  There were very few things in life that I felt that I could do no wrong.  Almost everything else, I told myself, I couldn't be good enough.  I commonly used that to force myself to step up.  However, I also used it avoid failure by not trying something in the first place.  I'm not crazy (most of the time), I assure you.  We all have those little voices in our heads, it's part of our conscience and our thought processes.  I just choose to give it a very distinct voice when I write about it.

If I didn't think about it too much, the run got much easier.  My legs didn't feel as heavy, and my breathing was smoothing out.  Before I knew it, we were near the end of our run.  We went a little past five miles and slowed to a walk.  It felt good to slow down, but it also felt good to run again. 

I realize there is a balance that can be achieved.  I can allow myself time off of training, but I need to keep moving somehow in the meantime.  In these darkest days of the year, I will have forgiveness of my horrible (non) training schedule.  It's okay.  I'm not training for Olympic time trials, I'm just enjoying the run.  It's much better that way.

Consolidating

So. I did it. I ran two miles. Goal one accomplished! It was a great feeling. The question was, could I do it again? So I decided to set another goal. To make two miles seem like no big deal. Basically, I just wanted to consolidate my gains, and start running that 2.5 miles several times a week.

I was still was seeking the 5k mark in my head. Having made 2.5, it actually seemed possible I would be able to run a 5k. This was the goal I had wondered if it was possible for me to reach. It seems a little odd that I actually had accomplished close to this goal in only a couple months time.

But I digress...

So I started running every other day to my mother in laws place of business on my lunch hours. I ran down sidewalks, alleyways, backroads. Summer was coming on, and it was hot. Sometimes my legs felt like lead and I would want to quit. I had to keep chanting encouragement to myself in my head, "just a little further just a little further..." The first several weeks of this were hard. Sometimes it seemed like I'd never run a block let alone two miles. My legs & feet would ache, I would struggle to breath, and I'd just feel like giving up. It was somewhere around this time I started learning about technique, and gear. I actually brought a pair of shorts and tshirt to run in. I went out and bought my first pair of running shoes. ($100!!!) Wow! What a huge difference it made! It seems so obvious but having never ran I just really didn't think about it. Wearing the right gear is important!

I started adding a little more distance to my route to get closer to 3 miles and it wasn't long before I reached that goal as well. I knew it was time. It was time to sign up for a race!!! But which one? I wasn't sure, but I was sure about one thing, this running thing was starting to get in my blood!!!

The Frostbite Festival - 10 miles

If you would have told me a few months ago that I would be preparing for a ten mile race in December, I would have thought you were nuts.  For real--absolutely, certifiably looney.  Maybe I'm the one who's nuts?  But here we are, the first week of December and after training for about five weeks, we were getting ready to do it!

I was pretty nervous about this one.  The longest run we'd done prior to that morning was eight miles the previous weekend.  Could I go two miles longer?  I felt great at the end of eight miles, so I was pretty sure that I could.  My main worries going into the race were mostly about the cold and the hills that so many people warned us about.  I hadn't trained on hills much since daylight savings time ended.  It's pretty hilly out by our house, but I couldn't run those roads in the dark.  Our weekend runs had been mostly flat.  Would those hills give me problems?  I guess there's only one way to find out.

Our goal, as with any new distance, was to finish.  What would be a good pace goal?  We were thinking between 9:30 and 10:00 for such a long race.  I'd be happy with that.  We never really paid attention to pace during our long runs, so honestly I didn't know.

About ten days before the race, the weather reports were predicting mid-to-upper 40's and sunny.  I knew it was too good to be true.  As we got closer, the temperature forecasts dropped and wind forecasts increased.  We both busted our budgets to buy new base layers to keep us warm.  I'd say they were well worth it!  We got up that morning to a frosty 14 degrees outside.  It would only get to 24 degrees that day, not to mention the windchill, which would make the "feels like" temperature top out at 11 degrees.

We pulled up to the race location and there were runners everywhere.  As 9:00 a.m. approached, we headed to the starting line.  The crowds of runners packed together getting ready for the start, and after a few announcements, we were off!

The course started in a neighborhood on the west side of Springfield. We wove through the streets of suburban houses and then came down the first major hill to exit the neighborhood.  This one will not be fun on our way back!  We headed out to the major road heading west out of town.  The police department had the roads blocked off from traffic (thank you, officers!).  I'm sure we made many people late for church that morning.  There were several people along the course cheering the all of us on and ringing bells.

We hit the first mile marker and those running two-miles only turned around.  I can't remember our time exactly, but I think it was around nine minutes.  We started fast out of the gates on this one too, but we intentionally slowed it down early because we knew we had a long way to go.  Not long after the first mile marker, we were headed out of town.  The subdivisions fell away and there were more open fields.  The winds didn't have anything to stop them.  As we cross the last major road heading out of town, we start down the first of a series of big, long hills.  Man, I really should have trained on some hills!

The photo taken by Alex.  See that hill we just came down?
We have to go back up on the way back!

At the bottom, the Hardy Breed photographer snaps some shots of us running by, a little further down, Shane's running friend Alex takes a few pictures of us.  What the heck do you do on those types of pictures?  Act natural and don't look at the camera?  Smile and wave?   What?!  Alex cheers us on as we get ready to head back up the big hill.  At the top of the hill, my legs start complaining to me that I didn't properly train for this race.  I can't believe that they are already feeling fatigued, and we haven't even reached three miles.  Lesson learned, I guess.

We pass the people blaring Hawaiian and Beach Boys music wearing grass skirts around mile three.  At about three and a half, we pass the port-o-potty (make a mental note, just in case) and the mini-van blaring Christmas music.  Just about then was when the first race leaders passed us heading back.  The first guy had the lead by a pretty wide margin.  I realized that I didn't like the perception that we were nearing the turn-around that the runners heading the other way caused!  We still had more than a mile to go.  About this time, the first female runner passed us going the other way.

We finally saw the turn-around at mile number five. I don't know what it is about that halfway mark, but it definitely re-energizes a person. It seemed like we picked up the pace a little. As we pass others still heading to the turn-around, it somehow helps to know that we have a shorter way to go than they do. It didn't take long for the number of people still heading that way to thin out. There were a couple of groups of walkers at the very end. I can't imagine what time they will be getting back to the finish line.

It seems that a 10 mile race really raises the caliber of the participants. We were about in the middle of the pack that day. In the 5K races, we finished much closer to the front. I would say that there's probably a lot of people out there who would sign up for a 5K race with little or no training, and many people, especially young people with young legs, could run it without a problem. When you get up to ten miles though, I think there's little chance that the average person could run that without training at least a little bit. I definitely wouldn't advise it.

As we made our way back, I knew those big hills were coming after mile seven. We were still feeling pretty good all things considered. I didn't feel as well as I did after our eight mile run the week before, but I was sure it was due to the hills. I knew I could make three more miles though. We headed down the first big hill. At the bottom, Alex was still there, sitting in his car with his kids. They hopped out when they saw us coming and began yelling and cheering for us. We would need it. We headed back up.

My legs began their protest.  Really?  You really want to run uphill after running for more than seven miles?  We kept pushing. I tried to think of other things.  We shortened our strides and shuffled the long way back up to the top.  Ahhhh, flat road again.  Thank goodness!!  There were only a couple of hills left, and that was the largest and longest one.

We hit mile eight and headed back into town.  We had never ran this far before and it was almost like my body sensed that.  It seemed that all my little aches and pains started to speak up.  My toes and the middle of my left foot seemed to be cramping a little.  I felt something blister-like popping up on the right.  I was feeling a little twinge of pain in the my lower back.  I had the foot/toe aches before, but the back-thing was new.  I kept on pushing through it.  There's only two miles to go.  That's an easy run!

About this time, another runner joined us, and we began talking about races.  He had just done a marathon in Greece.  That would be awesome!  We discussed other things like Colorado and different places we had traveled.  We talked about doing triathlons and what that was like. It was a welcome break from the monotony that we seemed to be in.  It took our minds off the aches that were creeping in.  After a short while, he said he had a little left in him and pulled ahead of us.  Shortly thereafter, we hit the final mile marker.

Only one mile left.  I could barely believe it.  In about ten minutes, we'd be done.  I knew there was one major hill left: the one that I noticed leaving the subdivision.  We reached that hill and pushed ourselves to move forward.  It wasn't as hard as I imagined earlier.  I had a renewed energy knowing that we were so close to the finish.  We got to the top of the hill--no more hills!  It was getting closer, I could feel it.  My feet were really starting to cramp.  A supporter on the corner yells "Great job! Only two blocks left!".  I don't know what happened, but hearing that there were only two blocks, I got even more energy and my pace picked up some more. 

We turned the final corner, and I could see it.  I could see the finish line!  My pace picked up even more.  I wanted to stop running so badly that I began to run as fast as I could with all that I had left.  I ran across the finish with all the cheering supporters there and I was done! 

It felt amazing to stop running and to know what we had just accomplished.  I gave Shane a big hug.  We did it!  We noticed the frozen curls of hair hanging out from beneath his hat reminding us of just how cold it was that day.  For as much as I am a wuss about the cold, the base layers of running clothes made a huge difference!  I highly recommend spending the extra money on them because the cold was the least of my concerns that day.

Finishing this race felt different from the 5Ks.  It was a race of endurance, not of speed.  It was telling yourself that you could do something harder than you previously thought was possible.  The sense of accomplishment was better than I could expect.  I left this race knowing that I would be running the half marathon in April.  Three more miles and four months to prepare seemed totally possible now. 

Official time on this race was 1:43:36, 155th overall, 51st female and 10th in my division.  I'm not going to complain about that at all!

Shane and I with our friend Rick Snow who also ran that day. 
On a side note, Rick had a heart attack ten months earlier.
He is the poster child for heart attack recovery!! 

The First Run(s) - Shane

So the decision was made. I was going to attempt to see if I could work myself up to two miles. It seemed impossible! But so many people run marathons, surely I could do 2 miles, right?

To be honest, I don't really remember which run was first exactly, or even the rough date it happened. I just remember my goal: to run from my work (downtown Springfield, IL) to my mother-in-law's business about 2.5 miles away.  I would walk the first 1/2 mile to warm up, then run as far as I could.

I had no plan really, knew nothing about technique, gear, shoes, nothing!  Just run as far as I could.  I'm not sure if I was smoking when I first started this challenge.  I had been quitting and starting, quitting and starting for months, sometimes for a week or two, sometimes longer. I know part of the time I smoked in the early phases.

I think the first few times I attempted to run I made it no more than a 1/4 mile at most. It was amazing how fast I got out of breath, and how my feet would ache after just a few minutes. It was miserable!!!  The distance was 2.3 miles from work to destination. Considering I'd walk the first half mile, I was really attempting about 1.8 miles. The first few runs, I managed about half a mile roughly. I would take a quick break (stoplight) and then try to do some more. Sometimes I managed another half mile before my mind and body said OK, that's ALL I CAN TAKE!!! Then I would walk until I recovered. If I had anything left in the tank, I'd try to get a little bit more in before arriving at my destination.

The time of year was spring, and some days it would be in the upper 70's.  I'd arrive hot, out of breath, covered in sweat, my face red from the effort. My mother-in-law would look at me like I was a little crazy, running and walking all that way. I would wear my street clothes: jeans, a t-shirt, and my regular tennis shoes. Thankfully I don't have to be in close contact with anyone at work so it didn't really matter that all I could do was sponge off before heading back to work.

Those first few weeks, it was just a test of my own determination. To even start jogging on my route took some will power, knowing the level of discomfort I would be experiencing.  At some point I realized, I was accomplishing nearly a mile non-stop. In those early days I used google maps and the car odometer to try to guess my distances. For some reason I believed the distance to be about three miles. Now I knew I could make it to a certain cross street without stopping. A few days later I made it a little farther. One day I would make a big gain, then spend a few days trying to reproduce that gain. It would be frustrating because after the big gain it would often seem just as difficult to make it that far again. It was!

I now know aerobic fitness and distance endurance comes in waves, and this is exactly how we train for long distance. You slowly increase the distance for a couple weeks, then a short week, then small increases again... This is how you train for a marathon as well.

I believe it was about the third week when it happened, I made it past any previous point and still had something left in the tank, I was close, less than half a mile away. I kept at it, running shorter on breath and my legs on fire, but I wasn't giving up, and voila! I made it. I had probably run close to two miles. I was so proud of myself! I told myself, if I can do it once, I can do it again!

I had managed to reach my goal in under a month. Not bad. I was pretty proud of myself, for having set a goal, fought my way through and accomplished it. This is what it's all about!!!

The Next 5K

Just three weeks after the Halloween 5K, it was time for the Jingle Bell Run.  I was much more excited than nervous about this one.  Since I already had one race under my belt, I knew a little more what to expect.  I liked that this race would be on a flatter course.  I also knew that no matter how much I burned myself out by going faster than normal, I would not have to walk.  This was a huge fear and something that held me back at the previous race.  I knew that I could recover by slowing my run, but I didn't need to walk.

This race was a little more serious, but not entirely.  How serious can you be with bells on, really?  However, there were timing chips to attach to our shoes, and there was a heck of a lot more people there.  This would be the first race where I knew some of the people running it.  I wondered how I would stack up against them.

The weather was cool but not uncomfortable that morning.  The pre-race atmosphere was different than the previous race.  There were more people in "real" running attire (as opposed to t-shirts and costumes) than the last race.  There were more people warming up by running around the parking lot.  There were more people, period.  Everywhere you looked, there were people. 

Shane and I sought out the bathrooms inside the building.  No matter how many times you pee before a race, you always feel like you have to go again!  We walked through crowds of people waiting for the race to begin. It was a little intimidating I'll have to admit.  However, all the jingle bells, some Santa hats, and the occasional costume certainly lessened the effects. 

With about 15 minutes to race time, Shane and I took a lap around the parking lot.  My legs felt good, not great, but good enough.  I remember thinking that I wanted to keep up with Shane better this time.  He had found a running group for his lunchtime runs.  Of course it wasn't just ANY running group, but some of the best and fastest runners in the area.  Shane had pushed himself to keep up with them and had paced some miles around 7:30.  That was a conversational pace for most of the group!  Meanwhile, he's giving all he's got to stay with them.  With each run, he said it seemed a little easier, and he seemed to keep up with them for a little longer.  I knew those runs would help him tremendously for this race. 

For me, I was running alone during the week.  No one was pushing me to improve or change my ways.  On occasion, I would push myself to do a faster mile.  I think my fastest mile by that time was around 8:30, but I wasn't sure what I could sustain for three miles.  On my evening runs, I would commonly run between 27 and 28 minutes for three miles.  I knew I would be able to beat my previous 5K time (28:58:02). 

As race time approached, we lined up by the starting line.  It seemed so crowded!  Much more so than the previous race.  We did a few stretches and then we were off!  Once again, the immediate rush from the starting line filled me.  I followed Shane closely, trying to not trip up on all the people that I was running elbow-to-elbow with.  There were little kids running around us.  You know that little kid all-out run?  They stomp their feet so hard, and there is so much motion and energy.  Oh, to have some of that energy!  The stampede of people all headed out the main drag of Lincoln Land and turned out onto the road ahead.

This time, looking down that the GPS, I was not surprised to see that we were pacing close to a seven minute mile.  The crowds were beginning to thin a little after the first quarter mile.  We passed some kids that had gone all out, already burned themselves out, and were now walking and looking for their parents behind them.  Shane and I ran next to each other, not allowing the pace to scare me, I settled into what was comfortable.  Fast was fairly comfortable that day.

We hit the first mile, they called out our time which was right around eight minutes.  I felt amazing.  My legs and lungs felt good.  We pushed on.  I think it was around the halfway point when Shane started pulling away.  I didn't mind.  I was surprised I kept up this long considering the training he was doing lately.  I kept pushing though.  I was constantly surprised to see my pace hovering around the nine minute mark.  I had run faster before, but not for a sustained amount of time. 

As I complete mile two, I feel myself slowing a little more.  Some runners were starting to pass me.  I needed to keep going!  There was less than a mile left now.  Then I got passed by a guy pushing a stroller.  Okay, so he was going really fast even though he was pushing a stroller, but he didn't have to show off, right?  As we're coming into the final stretch back toward the entrance to the college parking lot, I hear runners closing the gap behind me.  I push a little faster.  I get passed by a teenage girl around 15 years old. I push harder to stay right behind her.  At the turn into the parking lot, I pass her.  I am thrilled to be getting so close to the finish line, and I am using that energy to the fullest!

I look ahead to find the route and a little wind comes out of my sails when I realize that we have run around the median and turn back before it's over.  I push on, running neck and neck with the teenager as we trade off being in the lead.  We pass a group of the girl's friends who yell for her to give it everything she's got, and she really kicks it in.  She starts pulling away from me.  No matter how hard I try, I cannot will my legs to carry me any faster.  There's nothing more that I can do.

I round the corner, and the finish line is literally steps away.  I run hard all the way across the finish.  Immediately, I see Shane looking at his GPS, so I think to hit the stop button.  We get our timing chips taken off and walk out of the finish line area.  I look at my watch and it says 26:48!  I beat my 5K time just three weeks earlier by two minutes and ten seconds!  This is my new PR!

After the race, I am just exhilarated!  It was a great run!  I felt good and strong the whole way through.  I was happy with my time and my performance.  I could safely say it was the best I had ever ran.  We head into the building for the post-race refreshments, and I'm still glowing!  I'm sure I was smiling from ear to ear.  I felt amazing! 

We hang out for a while before they finally bring in the official times and tape them to a nearby table.  Shane and I go over, find our names, and I was even more amazed to find out my official time was 26:40:37.  I finished 100th overall, but there were a lot of participants in this race. 

As they began handing out prizes, I notice that some of the women in the 20's age groups getting awards had finished behind me.  Could it be possible?  Could I get an award?  I return to the list and start scrolling through looking for 35-39 year old women.  I count several of them finishing before me and was a little disappointed that my initial idea of winning some hardware dissolves in front of me.  I told Shane that I originally thought I might have won something, but I didn't.  He asks me how I could tell.  I told him he could look at the gender and ages on the list.

Shane heads back over to the list and runs his finger along the finishers ahead of him.  He looks at me and looks at the list again.  He walks back over and says he just might have a chance.  We wait as they go through the names of the top three finishers in each age/gender class.  I continue to be amazed that many of the women and some of the men winning medals finished behind me.  Finally, they get to the 40-44 class for men and they call out Shane for his third place finish!! 

He's so excited, and I'm excited for him!!  All the hard work he has put in over the past year has been rewarded by this small token that means so much. 

We had stayed much later than we had anticipated, and later than I told my friend who was watching Jocelyn.  We had to hurry, so we took off as soon as Shane received his medal.  We practically skipped out of the building, bouncing on Cloud 9, smiling, and rejoicing in his win.  Could this day get any better?  I don't think so!

11/20/2010 - After finishing the Jingle Bell 5K

Falling in love with the long run

The next race would be the The Jingle Bell Run for Arthritis on November 20, 2010.  But before this race would come around, Shane had already talked me into signing up for the Frostbite Festival, a 10 mile race in December.  Just a few weeks before this, I would have said no way, not possible.  Remember, I thought I could only run three miles, maybe four?

We started training for the 10 mile run.  We'd have to adjust our training schedule around the 5k race.  Each weekend, we would do a long run, progressively getting longer for a couple weeks and then tapering for a week.  Longer for a couple and then tapering again.  Yes, we were certainly full-speed ahead with our running plan.  I was glad though.  The scheduled races each month would help me keep focused and give me motivation to keep it up as the days got shorter and the temperatures got colder.

I was happily running four miles in the evenings and long runs on the weekends.  I rarely had a run I hated anymore. I felt wonderful before during and after.  I found myself really looking forward to the weekend long runs though.  I enjoyed pushing to new distances.  I enjoyed the time spent with Shane doing something we both enjoyed.  The sense of accomplishment was the best.  Not everyone can say they can run six miles or more.  I liked that I could.

Then a setback happened...stupid Daylight Savings Time ended on November 6th!  This launched me into a period of readjustment. I'm pretty sure I'm still readjusting.

A few weeks earlier, we bought a used treadmill for winter emergency training.  It had been propped in a corner of our living room since we brought it home.  No one wanted to use it.  As we headed home that first weeknight after the time change, I was sure that I could still run outside.  It was still fairly nice out, and I couldn't yet stomach the thought of the treadmill in the basement!

I head out that evening and it's DARK--I mean pitch-black--in our neighborhood.  We live out in the country in a small subdivision that doesn't have street lights.  I begin the run, hoping and praying that I won't step down on an acorn or fallen branch that I can't see.  I'm not too worried about traffic since I've changed my running route to stay near the houses instead of heading out by the cornfields.  It was rough.  I was worried about twisting an ankle or tripping over something nearly the entire run.  I shortened my evening runs to three miles instead of four.

After a week of bumbling through the dark, I gave in and hit the treadmill instead.  I hated it, every second of it.  Watching each second, each tenth of a mile, tick by on the control panel was excruciating.  It dragged out for an eternity.  I tried different speeds, different inclines, changing it up a bit.  None of it felt natural.  The TV also annoyed me since I rarely watch commercials due to the DVR.  Not only was I a rat on an exercise wheel, I had to watch the commercials on top of it!  Ick!  Running after work went back to a means to an end:  to keep a decent weekly mileage up while waiting for a great weekend run outside!

This made me love the long runs even more.  I even loved the run where, for the first time, the wind and temperature really threatened to be uncomfortable.  Once we got into the run, it wasn't bad at all.  The wind was howling at our faces for the last two miles of a seven mile run, but we pushed through it fine.  At the end of each long run, I felt like I could go even farther.  I felt great, and I recovered quickly it seemed. 

That's all it took, I was hopelessly in love with the long run!  Now THIS is what I'm talking about!!