A pain in the neck

After the New York City Marathon, I took a week off of running as dictated by my training plan. I was a little sore for the first couple of days, but by end of week I was ready to get back to running. Unfortunately, I picked up a bug and ended up sick and in bed for the entire weekend plus a couple of days the following week. By mid-week the second week after the marathon, I was back in the office and ready to get back to running despite some glute and hip pain that seemed to surface out of nowhere early in the week.

Headed to Tiffany’s to get this beautiful marathon memento after my first day back in the office.

Wednesday evening that second week, I noticed the right side of my neck was sore. I assumed that it was probably just a little stiff from spending several days in bed, lying on my side, watching movies on my laptop. On Thursday morning I felt fine and headed out for a short easy 30 minute run. I was super excited for a 7 mile trail race that I was heading to with friends on Saturday. My neck pain returned that evening and my hip and glute still seemed to be a little tight and aggravated, too. I stretched and rolled and tried to get things relaxed for the trail race.

The trail race on Saturday was fun. I was there with many of trail running group and the course was lovely. I was a little surprised at how tired I felt, but my neck wasn’t hurting and my glute didn’t seem any more tight than it had been before some of my marathon training runs. I knew the distance may be a little too much to take on so soon especially since I hadn’t been running so I decided not to push too much. I was happy with my race and afterward I stuck around with my trail friends who were volunteering. That evening my back and neck started to really hurt and I got a little concerned, but I decided to give it a day or two to see whether it was just normal post-race soreness since I hadn’t been on trail in months.

Having fun at the Black Rock Races

By Monday morning, my back and neck weren’t doing any better and I decided that I should go get checked out to rule out anything spinal or nerve related. I was lucky that a friend and team mate have a family member that is a physical therapist and they fit me in that afternoon. She didn’t think there was any spinal or nerve injury, but felt that I would need some therapy to recover. She thinks I likely aggravated my neck while sick in bed then really exacerbated it during the trail race and hanging out in the cold after. She gave me some exercises to do with my foam roller and we set up an appointment for later in the week.

That was almost three weeks ago. I saw her a few times before heading to Florida to visit my family for Thanksgiving. She had told me I was okay to run short and easy so while I was there I ran a few times. I got in 12 miles that week via four short 3 mile runs. I took my foam roller to Florida and kept up with my exercises. I felt pretty good despite having a little bit of a relapse the evening of Thanksgiving. I had helped chop and cook that morning and aggravated my neck and back so badly that I laid on the floor that evening for relief. By the time I got back to see my PT last week, I was feeling a bit better, but knew that I had regressed a bit. Sure enough, when I saw my PT she asked me to cut back on the running — only twice a week for no more than 30 minutes of easy running. And no 15K race with my friends on the 12th. She also told me that it would be at least 3-6 more weeks before I was recovered. I was devastated.

Was excited to get a few runs in while in Florida.

I haven’t run since my last PT session on Monday. The week was packed with after-work events and to be honest I was so bummed by the news that I had regressed that I couldn’t bring myself to get out the door. My motivation for doing my PT-prescribed exercises dwindled, as well, but I kept up with them.

Recovery takes time and rest. I think the worst part is feeling like anything I do could potentially set me back. I have to be careful about not only what cross-training I do, but little things like crossing my legs, how long I sit or stand, my posture, carrying heavy things, and I have to be mindful to not tense my shoulders, neck, or back which is difficult when they are aggravated. I have been working from home because sitting at my desk at work all day aggravates my back and neck so much. (I have a standing desk on order that should arrive next week.) There is never a moment when I am not in some kind of pain. Sometimes it just an uncomfortableness and others I just want to lay down on a heating pad. When it’s that latter, I get really bummed that I may have set myself back in some way. For me, being injured is much more of a mental challenge than a physical one. I can work through pain. I’m a pretty tough cookie when it comes to that. Being constantly concerned that I am regressing is really challenging.

I am proud of myself for keeping up with the PT exercises especially while on vacation and during the past week when I had an after-work event almost every evening. Here is what she has me doing:

1 minute single leg balance with running arm motion (both legs)
30x standing hip abductions (both legs)
30x  standing hip hikes (both legs)
30x single leg bridges with 15 second hold on last one (both legs)
30x marching crunches (both legs)
30x reverse crunches (increasing these until I have sore abs next day, up to 45 wo soreness)
10x cat/cow stretch
3x child’s pose (center, left, right)
3x 30 second door frame stretches
10 second neck stretches (both sides)
2x shoulder/chest stretches
10x upper back rolling

It takes me about 30 minutes each night. I do the stretches in the morning, too, along with the single leg balance. My PT identified a slight muscle imbalance on the side that my glute/hip pain is happening so I do extra exercises on that side. I can say that the feeling of accomplishment getting these done every day is great. And I am excited that I will be returning to running stronger and more balanced. By the time I get back to training, it may be over 2 months from the marathon which I try not to think about. Just want to focus on getting better and stronger. I am also hoping to use this down-time to study for and take my coaching certification test. And I still need to find my A races for 2016. My 40th birthday is knocking on the door, too. There should be plenty to keep me distracted.

2015 New York City Marathon, Part 4: The data

Race splits

I ran with friends for most of the race, one of which was an official pacer for a 4:30 finish so my splits were pretty consistent. I did speed up during the second half of mile 16 (decline of the Queensboro Bridge) to bank some time for a bathroom break. Bathroom break time is included in the mile 17 split. I believe I lost about a minute, but my watch wasn’t tracking well at this point so I am not sure. During mile 18, I had to speed up a little bit to catch back up to our pacer friend.

Mile 23 and the first part of mile 24 was the toughest and after analyzing the elevation profile, the Fifth Avenue incline didn’t start until the last quarter mile of mile 23. We did run mile 23 about 13 seconds faster than average pace, but I believe this period was my wall regardless. I felt much better for second half of mile 24. I’m not sure if it was seeing my loved ones early in mile 24, the salt pill I took during mile 23, or the honey stinger that I took during mile 22 (about 20 minutes earlier). Being in the park and close to the finish likely had some impact, as well.

Mile 25 and going into Mile 26 was when my knee was bothering me and I was hobbling a bit. About halfway through mile 26 when we turned onto 59th Street, my knee pain went away and I felt strong. Very excited about that last .2 miles!

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Split times pulled from chip timing at http://liveresults.nyrr.org/e/NY2015.
race day Gear, from head to toe

It was warm and overcast on race day with an average temperature of 66º and 62-70% humidity while we were running. I felt warm by the second mile and was sopping wet by the end of the race. I used Aquaphor for anti-friction/chafe for the first time and came away with virtually no chafing. Had some slight pinkness under the bottom band of my sports bra.

Sparkly Soul headband
Adidas performance tank
Races2Remember custom bib
Old Navy sports bra
Asics TCS NYC Marathon arm warmers
Nike Swoosh wristband
Garmin Fenix 3
Ultimate Direction Jurek Essentials belt with additional phone pocket
Nike Pro 3″ shorts
Zensah compression calf sleeves
Injinji socks
Brooks Launch 2
Aquaphor Healing Ointment for anti-friction/chafe

Gear, neck to ankle 🙂
Pre-race Food and race day fueling

Day before the marathon
Breakfast: Gluten free pancakes with maple syrup, scrambled eggs, orange juice
Lunch: Folded eggs with ham, spinach, and mushroom. Home fries. Small salad.
Snack: Gluten free, vegan pumpkin cookie
Dinner: Gluten free pasta with spicy marinara sauce

Marathon day
Breakfast: Gluten free pancakes with maple syrup
Pre-race snack 1: Larabar
Pre-race snack 2: Banana
Pre-start fuel: 2 Organic Vanilla Honey Stingers
Race fuel: 1 Organic Vanilla Honey Stinger at 40 minutes then 1 every 30 minutes until 3:40 for a total of 7 Stingers
1 banana piece during mile 21
2 salt pills, one somewhere during the first half (can’t remember) and the other during mile 23
Post-race: Justin’s Chocolate Hazelnut Butter packet and a decaf coffee
French fries with chipotle aioli
Burger with gluten free bun, lettuce, tomato, and chipotle mayo

Fred Lebow
Fred Lebow is moved from the entrance at East 90th Street to the finish line every year.
Day after the marathon
Day after the marathon. Returning to the scene of the crime. As a marathoner!
Engraved medal
Engraved medal. It’s official!

2015 New York City Marathon, Part 3: The race report

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up…

We are dancing at the starting line to Cake’s “Going the Distance” which is being played over the loud speakers while we wait for our wave to start. “DANCE IT OUT, PEOPLE!” Elaine and I holler and the people surrounding us start bopping around. It’s 11am and we have been told that there is a “situation” on the bridge that they need a few minutes to clear. Nothing to be concerned about, the announcer assures us. A few minutes later at 11:03am, we get our “On your mark”, the cannon blasts, and Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” starts playing as we cross the start line on the bridge. We are now running the 2015 NYC Marathon.

The first mile is a 145′ climb up the Verazzano Narrows Bridge. I was running the Blue route over the bridge which runs the normally west-bound lanes on the upper deck of the bridge. The Orange route runs the east-bound lanes and as we are running up the bridge Elaine noticed our teammate Ken across the lane barriers. We hollered back and forth with him and I ran over to high five him across the barrier. As we separated he wished me luck. I took the chance sighting as a good omen for the race. We bounded up the bridge and before I knew it, we were at the mile 1 marker. It was warmer than expected this morning and before we even hit the half mile mark I had shed my sheddable shell and by the mile 1 marker I was already sweating and ready to strip off my arm warmers. I was also getting a little frustrated by some of the runners around me who were practically pushing me out of the way to get close to Elaine who was an official pacer for a 4:30 finish. I tried not to stress too much about running directly next to my friends, but was also bummed that people were being so selfish.

On the Verazanno Narrows Bridge.


Heading down the other side of the bridge during mile 2 I continued to try to stick with my friends in the sea of runners who just wanted to be with Elaine. Most of mile 2 was as quiet as mile 1. There are no cheerers on the bridge so it was just the sound of footsteps and breath. I was surprised at how winded some runners already sounded. Then right before we hit the mile 2 marker as we were on the off ramp for the bridge, we saw our first cheerers. Someone was holding a “Welcome to Brooklyn” sign and I shouted “BROOKLYN!” We all shouted “MILE 2!” and woo-ed as we passed the mile marker.

Mile 3 is a bit of a blur. There were some turns and intermittent places without cheerers. I remember at one point Orange route turned and we went straight. It felt like a weird maze game. About halfway through the mile we turned onto 4th Avenue which would be our route north through all of southern and central Brooklyn. We were reunited with the Orange runners and Green was added to the mix. The view up 4th Avenue was BONKERS. Just a sea of runners. So many runners. There were also more cheerers and I remember passing by a band playing classic rock. I was a little overwhelmed by it all.

Mile 4 is also a little foggy. I do remember finally hitting the first water stop just after the mile 3 marker. I was so happy to have a water stop even though it was crowded and crazy and a little nerve-wracking trying to reunite with my group. I didn’t recognize much the entire mile so like I said, most of the mile is pretty foggy. I think at some point during this mile is when we crossed under an aerial photographer. I thought to myself that there is no way you will even see me in the photo with everyone waving their arms in front of me. It hardly seemed important at that point either. I just wanted to run my race. Around the mile 4 marker we crossed over Shore Road which is one of my favorite places to run in New York City.

Miles 5 through 8 we worked our way north through Sunset Park and Park Slope. I was excited to get to Sunset Park which was my first neighborhood when I moved to New York. It is also the first place I ever watched and cheered the marathon. It was so awesome running through familiar territory. We passed by the spot where I watched the marathon for the first time and I smiled to myself. We also passed the street my old rock climbing gym is on. It was still crowded and Kim and I were struggling to stick with Elaine and Heather because of the pacer fans. At one point a woman behind me started to fall and grabbed on to me to break it. Luckily a runner behind her grabbed her and she didn’t fully fall and take me down with her.

I was in my head a lot during these miles. I was a little tired and had started with some tightness in a few spots. With it being my first marathon I wasn’t sure how hard I should be going and it still seemed like a long way to go. Hearing runners around me breathing was reassuring, though. I was still running very easy.

Mile 6
Making our way up Fourth Avenue in mile 6.

As we approached Atlantic Terminal around mile 8, I could see a large stage with screens. Elaine mentioned that the winner had already finished which I am guessing she gathered from the screens, but my brain wasn’t able to process anything I was seeing. It was at this point that I realized how in my head I was and that I needed to be present or this whole race was going to go by and I wouldn’t have really experienced it. As we turned on to Lafayette Avenue and the road narrowed considerably, I started to absorb the race and really enjoy the experience.

Mile 9 was definitely one of my favorite parts of the race. The road was narrow and the cheerers were awesome. I got to high five someone in an inflatable T-Rex costume, I saw a high school band, and it seemed like those annoying pacer fans were gone and I was surrounded by friends. This part of the race was so good that I can still feel what it was like and have very clear images of it in my mind. That whole mile was great. And we were getting closer to my family!

By Mile 10 the bladder was becoming an issue, but there were only 4 portalets that I was seeing at each aid station and there was always a line. Heather asked me if I wanted to stop. Her and Kim needed to go, too. I told them that I was waiting until mile 16, under the bridge. I had seen photos of a long line of potties under the bridge and read that they are typically open because people are so exciting coming onto First Avenue, that they skip them. Convinced by my plan, we skipped the portalets, turned onto Bedford Avenue and headed into South Williamsburg.

We were getting closer and closer to my family and I was starting to get really excited. Would I see them? Would they see me? Would I see my friend, Penny? Would she be with them? As we run through the Hasidic area of South Williamsburg, the cheers become more sparse and I started to question my bathroom plan. I told myself that if it was bad enough when I got to my family, I would hop in the coffee shop by them.

As we worked our way to the mile 11 marker, the Williamsburg Bridge came into a view and we were running on familiar ground again. As we ran under the Billyburg, I hollered, “WELCOME TO MY NEIGHBORHOOD!” and Heather cheered. Her boyfriend was waiting for her on the left side of North 8th and my family was on the right side of North 11th so I unfortunately missed Matt. I got over to the right side of the road around North 7th and started looking in case they decided not to walk the few blocks from the subway. As I got closer and closer to North 11th, I started getting really excited. Then all of the sudden, I saw my friend Michele. She was holding a sign, but I didn’t get a chance to read it. I ran up and hugged her and then proceeded to hug everyone. My sister was behind everyone so I crawled through the crowd to her then darted off to catch Elaine and Heather. I ran between two runners who stepped closer together as I passed and I got trapped between them. I wiggled loose and felt badly, but there wasn’t much I could do, but keep going. Within a few seconds I was reunited with my friends.

My cheerers at mile 11
Michele and Jeremy and their awesome signs!
Lisa and Dad
Lisa and Dad looking for me at their first cheer spot of the day.
Mile 11
Found my family and friends at mile 11 and couldn’t help but hug all of them!
Mile 11 family hugs
Hugging my family at mile 11
Leaving cheer spot 1
Sprinting off to join me group. Sorry random runners that I collided with!

I was really looking forward to the mile 12 water stop. It is supported by my running team, North Brooklyn Runners, and I hear every year how it is such an awesome water stop. As we ran through, I hollered “NBR!” and recognized exactly no one. Not surprising since I actually know only a handful of members and have only been to a couple of group runs because the team is so speedy. (And the runs I can join tend to fall on days/times that I can join, unfortunately.) Through the water stop then we crossed mile marker 12 and turned onto Manhattan Avenue to run through Greenpoint. There was a band playing a song that Tom recognized and he started singing along. “SING IT TOM!” I hollered. It wasn’t long after that I saw our turn onto Greenpoint Avenue. It felt great running through my neighborhood and knowing exactly where there turns and hills were. Just a short jaunt on Greenpoint Ave and we were turning onto McGuinness to climb our second bridge, the Pulaski. As we passed under the mile 13 marker the halfway point was visible and on the bridge. I told my friends that this bridge was for my Grandmommies and told them a little about her. They hollered, “FOR GRANDMA!” as we headed towards the half marathon marker. We hollered as we made it passed the halfway point and continuing pushing up the bridge. Elaine was fully of energy and positivity and shouting encouragement. We made it up the bridge then down the other side easily. But then we noticed… Where is Kim? We looked around and shouted her name, but she was nowhere to be found.


Coming off the Pulaski bridge, just before a turn there were more portalets. Heather asked if we should just stop and I told her I was holding tight. I was positive my plan would work out for us. I posed a strategy. We would run up the Queensboro with Elaine, then pick up the pace on the way down the other side to get ahead of her to give us buffer for the bathroom break. Then we would pace ourselves to hit the 17 mile marker at the same time she was scheduled to cross so we could reunite. Heather thought it was a good plan so we pressed on. As we turned the corner and passed another band we hollered and waved at them. It was around this time that it sunk in that I was actually running a marathon. I exclaimed “WE ARE RUNNING A MARATHON!” to Heather and she laughed and hollered it back. Holy crap.

The route through Queens is pretty much all turns. There are like 6 of them in the mile and half stretch. As we made the turn onto 44th Drive and headed toward my rock climbing gym and the Queensboro, I saw an LGBT Marching Band. I ran over and waved and hollered and they all hollered back. Heather had run over to join me so we partnered up and were a little ahead of Elaine and the others. We passed by 4 Non-Blondes playing and Heather shouted back to Elaine and I smiled to myself thinking of one of my high school besties, Sharla. We passed my climbing gym then heard “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana. I asked Heather if we had time traveled back to high school. We were both pleased with the music and started chatting about Porno for Pyros. As we passed the band playing Nirvana, we realized that the singer was a woman and got really excited. We both waved and screamed and she waved back as she sung, “Hello, hello, hello…” A minute later we were making another turn and a minute after that another turn onto the Queensboro.

“This bridge is for my great grandparents, Mamaw and Papaw Wayne” is all shared about my dedication for the Queensboro. I thought to myself how proud my Mamaw would be of me. Then I noticed how much the crowd had changed. It was like we had run into a zombie herd on Walking Dead. People were slow and cranky and bunched up and Elaine couldn’t let her pace slow because of being a pacer. So we were weaving around people any way we could while trying to stick together. Elaine again was shouting encouragement. The zombies seemed unaffected.

The incline on the bridge seemed to go on forever. It didn’t seem too tough at our pace, but the people dodging was crazy. As we were dodging, we passed an Achilles (blind) athlete and her guides. Elaine recognized one of them–it was Sally! Sally picked up her pace to run with us for a bit. I was so excited to see her that I ran up next to her and grabbed her and yelled, “I’M RUNNING MY FIRST MARATHON! RIGHT NOW!” She couldn’t get too far from her Achilles athlete so she fell back. I was so sad she couldn’t run with us.

We finally hit the top of the bridge and Heather and I engaged our plan. We started to pick up the pace. We weren’t on a descent yet, but once we hit it we started to fly. It was a little tough with all the people so I told Heather to not worry about staying together that we could regroup at the portalets. I managed to keep up with her until turning off the bridge when it seemed like every single runner had their phone out and over their heads taking photos. UGH. Move, people! We are running a race! I made a wide turn off the bridge and through the mile 16 marker to avoid the phone zombies and was surprised at the crowd cheering at the bottom of the bridge. They had to be 10 deep! We spotted the portalets and true to plan, there was no line and we both ran directly up to one and hopped in. I had to have been in there for a full minute. It seemed to take forever. I popped out as Heather was calling my name and we were off as quickly as we had arrived.

1st Avenue, Manhattan

First Avenue was everything it was promised to be. It was a wall of sound and the amount of cheerers was just insanity. I felt like a celebrity. It was intense the amount of attention. I had a pace band so I knew what time Elaine was going to cross the next mile marker, but my watch started going crazy and was no longer registering pace. When it did, it told me I was running a 3:35 mile. Um, no way. Heather mentions that our pottie plan worked perfectly and thanks me for my “stratergery.” For the next mile I have “stratergery” stuck in my head. As we were trying to pace ourselves correctly, Heather says, “Is that Ken Tom’s face?” I look over and it is indeed our friend Ken’s face blown up into poster size and I recognize his wife, Christine, holding it. I holler at her and it takes her a second, but she finally sees us and waves. I think to myself how crazy it is seeing random people that you know in a race this big. I take my second Ken sighting as another good omen.

We cross the mile 17 marker right on time. But where is Elaine? We run a bit further and Heather spots a pacer sign low on the horizon. We speed up a bit to figure out if it is Elaine. How did she get ahead of us? After a minute, we realize it is her. And my family is waiting for me in less than a mile. I start to sprint off, but Heather stops me. “We’ll catch her” she says to me and I am reminded that a surge like that can be costly later in the race. That Heather is a smartie! Heather does finally catch Elaine in the middle of the course, but I have positioned myself to the left to see my family. I see them, but they are hollering to Heather and Elaine. “HEY!!!!!!!!!” I shout. AH! My family is going to miss me! I start clapping and hollering and finally get their attention as I blow by. No time to slow down, I keep running and catch up to Heather and Elaine.

Mile 18
A blur as I blow by the fam during mile 18.

We cross mile 18 marker and Heather is ready to go. We had discussed the possibility of peeling off from Elaine and finishing the race at a faster pace, but I am not ready. I decide I want to be conservative and wait until 20 or maybe even 23 to push it. I don’t want to risk burning out too quickly and I want to look strong when I pass my family during mile 24. It’s tough though because I feel great and feel like I’m not going to hit the wall. I stick to my guns though and encourage Heather to leave us. She does and now it is just me and Elaine. We tick off mile 19 easily and start heading towards the third bridge and our path into the Bronx, the Willis Avenue Bridge. A runner joins us, drawn by Elaine’s pacer sign. It’s his first marathon, too, and he is sure he is going to struggle at mile 20. Elaine and I shower him with positivity. I tell him he has to run with us because it is my first marathon too and we can support each other. But somewhere as we are heading up the incline on the bridge and are shouting support, we lose him. Perhaps it was an exchange because as we are heading up the bridge, Heather reappears! She has decided not to take off just yet. I’m so happy to see her, but worried about her race. I don’t want her to regret not pushing. We pass a pastor on the bridge who is shouting encouragement and Heather runs over to high five him. I love this race!

The Boogie Down Bronx

We turn off the bridge into the Bronx and we are in semi-familiar territory. I ran this course just a week ago. As we approach the 20 mile mark, I realize that we are over 2 miles passed my longest run and I am entering the 20s! I get a little misty-eyed as we pass the mile marker. I turn to Elaine and tell her that I definitely think I am going to cry going through the finish. She tells me I probably will and snaps one of her behind the back photos of me, misty-eyed and smiling.

I knew I should have two people in the Bronx–my dear friend Enid and a teammate Rigo. I wasn’t sure exactly where they would be though. As we wind through our mile in the Bronx which amazingly has more turns than Queens, I have my eyes peeled. Somehow I miss the VCTC cheer spot, but I am soon distracted by BANANAS! We have made it to the aid stations with food! I grab 2 small pieces of banana and head off happy as a clam. As we run over the slippery banana peels I laugh to myself at the comedy of it. So not safe, but so amusing. I get my first banana piece peeled and it immediately falls to the ground. CRAP! I peel my second and realize I am going to have use my grubby hands directly on the banana. Oh well. Nom nom nom. Down the hatch it goes. Finally we make our last turn in the Bronx and our last bridge is in sight. I’m bummed that I missed my friends in the Bronx, but ready for the last leg of this race.

“BRANDI!!!!” I hear as I run under the overpass and up to the bridge. I look over and it is my friend Enid! I run over and see she has multiple bananas and some coconut water for me. “DO YOU WANT THESE?!” I shake my head no and head off. I’m so glad that I didn’t miss her! A minute later we are on the bridge and I am thinking about my friends Bobby and Noel. As we come down the other side, Elaine and I realize that Heather has disappeared. She finally decided to head off to run her own race and we are so happy. It’s just Elaine and I again for the final push.

5th Avenue, Manhattan

I feel good as we cross the 21 mile marker and head into mile 22. I am confident that everything is going to be okay for the rest of the race. I tell Elaine about my horrible 10K at Runner’s World Fest and that even if it does start to get tough, it couldn’t be as horrible as that race. Besides, it is less than a 10K left now. It is just a short 5 miles. I can totally do that. I am still feeling good and am confident. As we head towards Marcus Garvey Memorial Park, my legs start to get a little heavy. As we pass 125th Street, the DJ is playing Rihanna and I gain a little strength. I am still in good spirits. We head around the park and I am holding on to Elaine pretty well. We head through the mile 22 marker and I smile at the number. As we head out the other side of the park, I realize that my legs have gotten heavier and it is starting to be a struggle.

Mile 22
Feeling good during mile 22

Mile 23. Elaine keeps saying things to me and all I can say is okay. She is encouraging me, but I can’t recall what she was saying. It was all very logical, though, and I had no reason to disagree. I think maybe she was worried that I was going to give up. I tell her that there is no way I am losing her now. I will push through whatever it takes to stick with her. I’m not giving up my NY Times spot (sub 4:30) in the last 3-4 miles. The crowd has become zombie-like again and Elaine is weaving and I am struggling a little to keep up with her. We are on a slight, but steady incline and I feel like we are running faster. I ask Elaine if we are running faster. My legs feel really heavy. I tell Elaine that I feel okay except for my legs and that I am not sure what to do to fix it. She tells me to take a salt tab and I obey. We make it to the mile 23 marker and I have less than a quarter mile to my family. Time to suck it up, Princess!

As we continue up the hill to my family I tell Elaine that I am not going to run over to them. I just don’t have the energy to sprint over and back. She tells me that is fine and they will understand. I’m looking and looking, but don’t see them. Finally, I see them and am so relieved. I can’t even muster a wave. Wait, what are they pointing at? What? OMG. MY FRIEND FRANK FLEW IN FROM CHICAGO TO SURPRISE ME!!! I squeal and instinctively sprint towards him. I grab his hands and scream in his face as I run by. WHAT?! OMG! I run back to Elaine and excitedly tell her what just happened. She asks if that is who I went to visit in Chicago recently and I confirm. I am on cloud nine as we turn into the park and I am now ready to finish this race so strong!!!

Mile 24
Struggling up the hill in mile 24. Relieved to see my loved ones.
A dear friend flew in from Chicago and surprised me during mile 24. It was just the boost I needed!

Central Park, Manhattan

As soon as we turn into the park, I start having a hard time staying with Elaine because I want to run faster. I keep turning back to see where she is and slowing down. At some point, Elaine tells me to just go. So I take off and as I start to run down Cat Hill, I spot the cat. Finally. I have never seen the cat! I take it as a good omen. About a second later, I start to feel it. It’s my right knee. ITBS. It hurts and I feel like my knee might go out. I start to change my gait to try to compensate and insulate it a bit. I’m nervous and I don’t want to have to walk the end of this race. I back off the pace a bit and Elaine catches up to me. I tell her about my knee. She tells me I have to push through. I tell her I am scared that it might go out. She tells me to just stick with her. And again we are weaving through people. We hit the mile 25 marker and aerial photographer and again I am uninterested in posing for a photo. I just want my knee to feel better. It’s now mile 26. We hit another downhill and my knee gets really angry. We are weaving through people and a man yells at me for passing him. Really?! While all of this has been going on, I have also been looking for my teammates Daphne and Helen who I know will be in the park. As we head out of the park, I realize I have missed them.

We turn onto 59th Street and I start looking for Hayley’s parents, but don’t see them. For some reason, my knee is now feeling much better. A friend of Elaine’s has joined us and she wants to push the pace. Elaine encourages us to help each other as we take off. We get to 7th Avenue and my stride widens and I am feeling strong. Elaine’s friend is no longer strong, though, and she slows. I try to get her to go with me, but she refuses and insists I leave her. So I’m on the final stretch and running my little heart out solo. There are so many cheerers and I recognize my name several times. Holy crap, I’m almost there! I think to myself. YOU’VE GOT THIS!!!

The Finish

I turn into the park and am easily passing people on the far left side of the course. All of the cheerers are silent for some reason, though, and runners are obviously struggling. So I holler “COME ON! COME ON!” to the cheerers as I raise my arms a few times to signal to them to bring on the volume! The cheerers oblige. I pass the mile 26 marker and I smile. A sign says “400 meters to the finish” and I kick it into a higher gear. “200 meters to the finish” and I can see the grand stands and the hill we are climbing. Don’t push too hard, you want to kick in the end,  I think to myself. As I turn the corner and see the finish line, I realize a kick isn’t going to be possible with the crowds unless I bring it in the far left side so that is just what I do. I run through the far left side and think to myself that I probably won’t have a finish photo. I don’t care though. I just finished my marathon strong and I feel great.

Post-race shuffle

I walk to the side of the finish to wait for Elaine. A man walks over and folds over the barricade. I rub his back and tell him, “You did it. You just finished the NYC Marathon. Congratulations!” He turns to me and has tears in his eyes. I can’t tell if he is emotional or sick. I ask if he needs to squat down. He tells me he is okay, just emotional. I rub his arm and congratulate him on his race again then walk off a bit to give him some space. Within a minute, Elaine has crossed the finish line and is heading towards me. WE DID IT! There are several post-race selfies taken and one taken by an EMT for us. We do the slow march through the park to get our medals, mylar blankets, and refreshments. People are once again being ridiculous and are pushing and one guy even fully steps on my foot. We walk for what seems like forever. I wait to turn on my phone. I want to be present. As we head into the poncho area (or what we thought was poncho area) I check my phone and realize that Hayley and Heather crossed just a couple of minutes before us. We turn out onto Central Park West and I mention to Elaine how beautiful and majestic all the buildings look–more so than usual–and I snap shot. Oh, race brain. We finally get to the ponchos and I start singing, “Ponnnnchhhooooo!!!” and realize that I have no filter. I also have no idea how to put this thing on. A kind volunteer wraps it around me and fastens it then congratulates me on my race and tells me I am awesome. No you, kind stranger, are the awesome one!

Post-race with Elaine
Waddling in our mylar blanket to get our ponchos.
March of the penguins

We finished the race at 67th Street in the park, walked up to 77th then turned out of the park, and now we have a long walk back down to 59th Street via Central Park West. And it is packed with little blue poncho penguins waddling in a daze. With my filter gone and my spirits high, I am a jokester through the whole journey. Elaine probably thought I was a crazy person. I was just sooooo happy.

At some point I realize that my family is probably already at our meetup spot and wondering where I am so I text them. I still have a mile to walk to get to them. I tell them to enjoy the shops. We continue to walk and by a mile into our 1.5 mile post-race jaunt, I start to feel a little sick and I need to use a bathroom. Luckily a line of portalets appear and I say goodbye to Elaine and make a pit stop. Then it’s maneuvering through the crowd, the exit, more crowd, some bike cabs, and into the Time Warner Center I go. I head to the escalators and sneak up to Frank and say, “You sneaky pants!” Everyone is excited to see me and me them. Frank has gotten me a decaf coffee which tastes like heaven. I pull my nutella packet from my bag and suck it down. Let’s head to the party!

Post-race celebration

We head to the subway and hop on an escalator. I look around and I am surrounded by many of my favorite people. I am so happy. A marathon photographer spots us and snaps a shot. We get to the turnstiles and head through then it is time for the big test–STAIRS. Surprisingly, I am able to take them well and we wait for the train. A little sick on the train then off the train I am ready to just be somewhere I can sit. We get to Stout and it is PACKED, but luckily they decide to seat us. Hayley shows up while we are waiting. We get sat upstairs. The universe has a sick sense of humor sometimes. I ask my family to order us some fries and a shot of whiskey and head off to the bathroom to change with Hayley. For the rest of the evening, runner friends and their families trickle in and out of the bar. It feels like a birthday party. You know how at a birthday party you want to spend time with everyone, but it means you don’t get a lot of time with anyone? I’m just so happy looking around the room and seeing everyone. We get some photos, I get to check out everyone’s signs finally, and I have 2 dozen long stem roses given to me. Before I know it, it is time to head home. I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this day to end.

Stout with Hayley
Post-race celebration shot with Hayley
Stout with Elaine
AH! ELAINE! This girl. Such an awesome first race experience and I couldn’t have done it without her!
The girls at Stout
Love these girls!
New York Times
And I got my name in the New York Times.

My amazing cheer squad

My cheer squad was absolutely amazing and such troopers. They did their own mini marathon that day and I am just so grateful. The made it to 3 cheer stops along the course and saw me at every single one. They only had about an hour between each and at least 20-30 minute commute via subway to each then met me after the race and commuted with me the post-race celebration. They are amazing and my race wouldn’t have been the same without them.

My post-race letter to my cheer squad (in-person and digital trackers):

Words can not accurately express my appreciation for everything y’all did this weekend. And that includes those of you who weren’t able to come out in person. I’m not sure if you understand how rare it is for a runner to have a cheer group this large, that is able to make it to multiple spots on a course, and see their runner at all spots, especially in city like NYC. I am truly blessed. And y’all are troopers!

Knowing that you were tracking me and that I would see some of you at certain spots along the course kept me pushing when the going went tough. It kept me mentally strong and positive knowing I would see you. I wanted to make you proud. During the darkest miles (22-24) it was knowing that you were waiting for me that pushed me through. And the surprise of seeing Frank just sent me over the top. It was an added boost that lightened my darkening spirits during the toughest part of my race. 

I know I didn’t get a lot of quality time with everyone at the post-race celebration and that it was a bit crazy, loud, and disorganized. Thank you for sticking around. Just being able to look around and see you there, meant the world to me. I loved all of the signs, they were so sweet. And the flowers are beautiful and continue to bring a smile to my face as the excitement of the weekend starts to fade and I drift back to reality.

This weekend is one that I will never forget and it wouldn’t have been the same without you. You made this weekend more special than I could have ever imagined. Thank you a million times and more! ❤

My cheerleaders
My awesome cheer squad! So blessed that my dad, stepmom and sister flew in from Florida, a high school friend and his wife from Chicago, and a dear old friend who has lived in the city forever not only cheered me, but helped to guide everyone.

You can read about the adventure to the start line in Part 2, Race Morning.

2015 New York City Marathon, Part 2: Race morning

4:00 am. That’s what the clock says. And I have to pee. “Don’t start thinking about the race. Just go to the bathroom and get back to sleep. Two more hours for sleep. Oh no, now I’m doing math. Just go back to sleep.”

5:30 am. I’m still not asleep. “Maybe I should just get up? I’ll just lay here for a few more minutes and see if I can’t get back to sleep for another half hour. But if I get up now, I could get to the ferry sooner. What time was everyone taking the ferry? Let me check my phone. NO. Go back to sleep!”

6:00 am. “Okay, time to get up. Check your phone. Everyone is meeting at 7:15? No way that is happening with a 45 minute commute. We’ll shoot for 7:30. Let’s go make some food.”

Once I was up and moving, I warmed up some day old GF pancakes and had some breakfast. It wasn’t a breakfast choice that I had trained with, but I thought it was mild enough to be okay. Besides, the bagel with nutella had seemed to have upset my stomach on my last long run. The pancakes yesterday morning did not. Got breakfast down then started to get dressed. It seemed to take forever to get everything on, my hair braided, shoes on, and pre-race bag packed. I did manage to TCB before heading out. I made it out of the house by 6:48 — 3 minutes off schedule.

The subway

Got to the subway and there were other marathon runners. Chatted with a girl who didn’t get hardly any sleep the night before. The train came pretty quickly and I was off to Union Square for my transfer. I attached my bibs on my way there. There were a couple of people that were still in costume and obviously heading home from partying. A guy dressed up as what I can only imagine was supposed to be a hipster rabbit almost stepped on me. I moved to the end of the train and for a moment thought how different my life is now than it was 10 years ago. At Union Square we waited forever for the train and I realized that I was going to miss everyone at the ferry. The train took so long that I started to get nervous. By the time I was on the train, my tummy was flip flopping a bit. I tried to calm myself, but knew that wouldn’t happen until we got the ferry terminal.

The ferry

7:40 am. Finally at the ferry terminal and I am the first up the stairs and rush through the turnstiles. I burst out of the subway ready to dash to the ferry and notice some people behind barricades on either side of the subway entrance. I think to myself how odd it is that people would come to watch runners get on the ferry. About a second later, NYPD stops me and asks me to move to the side where I notice just how many people are waiting. And that they are runners. I ask someone what is going on and they tell me that they aren’t letting anyone into the ferry terminal until the next ferry leaves. I hear a woman say, “I’m not running this marathon. I’m just trying to get home.” NYPD has us move down the barricades then eventually behind them. I tuck in to the side of the crowd, hoping to skip a long wait. I’ve now made friends with a runner next to me and chatting with him calms my nerves. Before I know it we are moving. Everyone is pushing, though, and at one point a man full on elbows his way passed me. I get stopped a few people short of making it into the terminal and packed in like a sardine. A runner asks me how long it will take to get to the start from here and I tell him my friends inside who arrived at 7:15 are still waiting for a ferry. His start time is 10:15. I reassure him that he will make it on time based on my knowledge of how long the ferry and bus ride are.  After a minute or two, NYPD lets more of us go. As I am heading into the terminal I hear someone shout my name and look over to see my friend, Hayley. She is over to the side and there are a bunch of runners ahead of her waiting to be let in.

Inside the ferry terminal, I rush passed the meandering runners directly to the restroom. There is a line, but it isn’t too bad and I am in and out within about 5 minutes. As luck would have it, a ferry is boarding right next to the bathroom and I scoot into the crowd and a few minutes later I am on a boat full of runners about to head to Staten Island.

On the boat, I wander trying to find a spot to settle. Everywhere that I pause, someone tells me they are saving a spot for someone. What is this middle school? I decide to pop out on the west facing deck to get a view of the city as we are leaving. That spot is soon overwhelmed by people pushing and sticking their arms and cameras in front of my face to take pictures of the view. I pop off a quick shot and head downstairs which is filled with runners. I decide to position myself as close to the exit as possible despite the chilly breeze coming in from the open doors.

New York Harbor
View from the Staten Island Ferry
Staten Island Ferry
Bottom of deck of the Staten Island Ferry. Packed with runners.

I start to notice more and more runners coming downstairs so I get up to see how close we are to the Staten Island terminal. Just a little bit to go so I head for the doors. We dock, the doors open, and I am off the boat in less than a minute and heading to the buses. Runners are jogging through the crowd to the buses and there are volunteers yelling to walk. It’s a freaking zoo. I get outside expecting to see a few buses and to board immediately. Instead, I am greeted by a mass of people wrapped around the street. There is a long line of buses that takes off about a minute later. I text my friends that met at the ferry terminal at 7:15 that were inside waiting for a ferry while I was waiting outside. They are still waiting for a bus. Excellent. It’s 8:34 am.

Marathon buses
Line of buses outside the Staten Island Ferry Terminal
Bus line
Massive line for the buses.

The bus

The line for the buses moves faster than expected despite the many runners who aren’t listening to directions and slowing things down. I can hear runners chatting with their friends about being nervous about making it to the start on time. A girl in a Wonder Woman outfit is convinced she and her friend aren’t going to make it on a bus despite a bus being right in front of us and about to open it’s doors. I reassure her that we will all get on a bus and to the start. A few seconds later, the bus doors open and she pushes passed me. I get on the bus and head back to the first available seat by the back doors. There is a woman in the window seat who seems to know a few rows of runners. I pull my Larabar out of my bag and eat it. The bus starts moving.

As far as I understood, the bus ride from the terminal to Fort Wadsworth is 20-30 minutes. We were on the bus for much longer. It seemed to take forever. I started talking to the woman next to me. This is her third marathon. She did NYC as her first two. She assures me that I am going to have a blast. We start talking about training and one point she informs me that regardless of my training, at some point I will feel like I am going to die. Great. I can’t stop looking at her eyelashes. They are really nice and she obviously used good mascara. Then I wonder why she would put on mascara. I immediately start to doubt our similarities and reassure myself that I am not going to feel like I am dying. Can’t let a losing mentality creep in.

The start village

We finally get to Fort Wadsworth and soon as the back doors open, I am off the bus. There are NYPD everywhere yelling that we have to take off our watches and belts and put them into our bags. I remove my watch while walking towards the metal detectors and am through them within a minute. An officer passes my bag back and another runner grabs it and starts to dart off. An officer stops her and corrects her mistake. I think to myself that all these people are crazy and need to calm down. It’s 9:27 am. I’ve been commuting for almost 3 hours now.

I walk down a long walkway to the entrance of Fort Wadsworth. It’s a crazy mess of runners. There are announcements in multiple languages. There are volunteers yelling things to the runners. There are people jogging through the crowd, people rushing about, almost bumping into me or stepping on my feet. I just need to find the orange corrals. Elaine, Heather, and Kim are in the orange corrals. The signs help to get me to the orange village and the map I downloaded to my phone the night before gets me to the corrals. Heather has sent me several messages with details about where they are, but I can’t seem to find them. It’s a bit like a scavenger hunt. “Hmmmm… there’s the ‘dispose clothes here’ sign… where is the guy holding the Team for Kids sign? Oh, there he is… wait, where are they again? Corral F. In the corral? That doesn’t make sense. Okay, let’s text Heather. She’s not answering. What do I do? There is the pacer tent! Let’s go see if Elaine is there!” I get to the pacer tent and see Elaine. I holler for her a few times and she doesn’t hear me. She finally sees me and waves me in. Apprehensively, I head into the pacer area and notice that Heather is there with her, too. I FOUND THEM! It’s 10:00 am. We have 15 minutes before we have to head to the corrals. And I feel like I need to TCB.

Fort Wadsworth
The entrance to Fort Wadsworth.
Pacer tent
Hanging out in the pacer tent before the race.

The pacer tent is warm and I need to get organized. So I spend the next few minutes shedding layers, putting on my belt, organizing my stuff, and eating my banana. I pull out my two pre-race Honey Stingers and ask if there is any water. No water. Dang it. I use the portalets 3 times in 15 minutes trying to TCB before we head to the corrals. No dice. It’s 10:15 and we need to head to the corrals.

The corrals

We head out and within a couple of seconds it is apparent that known of us know where we are going. Where are the blue corrals? I thought I passed them on the way in, but the signs seem to say otherwise. As we wander, I notice a water stand. WATER! Grab 2 waters and after a few minutes of wandering, I try to direct us back to where I think the blue corrals are again. At some point, someone gives us directions. They are where I thought they were! We start heading that way. So many people keep stopping Elaine on the way there. She seems to know everyone running. I down my Stingers and drink some water while we walk. We get to the area just outside corral A and Elaine escorts us to the front of the crowd. We wait a few minutes and during that time I realize I have to pee again. So does Heather and Kim. There are portalets in the corral. They let us in the corral and Elaine starts scurrying to the front. We scurry right passed the portalets. We get to the front of the corral and it fills up behind us. We question whether we could make it back to the portalets and back through the crowd. One of the volunteers tells us it will be 15-20 minutes until we walk to the bridge, but doesn’t think we could push back through to the front. We decide to hold it. About 10 minutes later after joking with volunteers, taking photos, and joking about our bladders, some military walk over and link arms with the volunteers. We are about to get walked to the bridge.

Corral A
Corral A waiting to get walked to start line on the bridge.

The walk to the bridge is a slow march behind the military people and volunteers. We make jokes along the way. We stop every so often when we have to turn a corner and they have to maneuver our front line escort. We wander through a route created by lining buses end to end. Finally we snake our way around a final corner and we can see the entrance to the bridge and the start line. There will be no one starting in front us today. We are the elites of Wave 4.

The start

We stop in front of a stage with more military, lots of flags, and a really excited guy talking into a microphone about the greatest city and race in the world. The national anthem is sung by a guy who is wearing a shirt that says something like “The internet eats brains.” He is also running the race this morning and will hop into our corral after he finishes singing. The announcer comes back and gives us our “On your mark” then the cannons fire and Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” starts playing. We cross the start line with no one in front of us. It’s 11:03 am.

Starting line stage.
Stage by the starting line.
Start line
The Blue start line for the 2015 NYC Marathon. Starting like elites.

The story continues in Part 3, The Race Report.

2015 New York City Marathon, Part 1: The lead up

Well, I did it. I finished. I am a marathoner. I finished in… wait, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We should probably start at the beginning. Actually, it would probably be helpful to know what happened in the last weeks of training. Set time machine to Friday, October 2nd, 2015.

Hitting the wayback button

It’s my last month of training and I am about to do my longest run to date the next morning: 17 miles. That day also happens to be my birthday. And I have a baby shower the following day. It’s going to be a busy weekend. The weather decides that I need an added challenge that day so it’s raining with blustery wind and mid-50s. The wind at times is strong enough that it is pushing us around. I planned a challenging course with 3 bridges and a finish that traces the last two miles of the course through Central Park. One of the women I am running with tells me the route is tougher than her longer runs. The run ends up being slower than I had hoped, but I feel great at the end and the last two miles are my fastest. I’m tired for the rest of the weekend as I celebrate my birthday that evening with friends and my friend’s new addition to the family the next day.

Longest long run
17-ish miles in the books! That’s the longest one!

The next weekend I took on the Rock n Roll Brooklyn Half Marathon as a training run and nabbed a PR running easy for the first 30 minutes then running the rest at marathon pace. I decide my marathon outfit which worked okay for the previous week’s long run is not going to be okay for the marathon. Only a few runs left to get that figured out.

Rock and Roll Brooklyn Half Marathon start. Ready to get moving!

The following weekend (10/16-10/18) I head to Runner’s World Festival in Bethlehem, PA. I shared my experience there in a couple of blog posts, but to recap I raced the trail race on Friday and had a great time. Was bummed the shorts I was testing out for the marathon weren’t successful. The next morning I woke up feeling a little sick and raced the 5K and 10K. The 10K was absolutely miserable. I spent the rest of the day in my hotel room sick as a dog. That night I got food poisoning and was sick all that night and next morning. The drive back to NYC was a bit of a challenge.

Runner’s World Festival 10K. Struggling to the finish.

The weekend before the marathon, it was more travel. I headed to Baltimore on Thursday afternoon and had dinner with good friends. The next day I attended a wedding of one of my oldest friends. On Saturday morning, it was back to NYC. I got in 7 miles that evening and then ran the last 10 miles of the course the next morning. The weather once again decided that I needed an added challenge so it rained on us. I also almost got hit by car–full screeching tires and all. Yikes. I was super happy that I had finally settled on a race day outfit, though. That afternoon I got a 90 minute sports massage and felt great.

A rare opportunity to dress up and witness one of my oldest friend’s embark on a new journey.
Last 10 miles run
A stop on the Madison Avenue Bridge for a quick shot of the crew during our last long run which followed the last 10 miles of the marathon course.

The last week

The massage left me more sore than expected on Monday and Tuesday.  And in the following days leading up to the marathon I had little nags here and there. Most concerning was that my right piriformis started acting again and I had thought it was okay. I had some pretty severe race anxiety on Sunday and Monday after using the NYRR race predictor in their NYCM app. I got in my last threshold workout on Tuesday and that workout felt good and was a confidence builder. That evening, a friend and I went to the New York City Marathon: The Great Race exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York. It was a wonderful exhibit and great to spend time with my friend, Heather, who I planned to run the race with. After the exhibit we grabbed some Mexican food and I broke my stay dry for the week rule with a margarita. My other rule “Margs always win” won.

Race prediction
NYRR New York City Marathon app race predictor.
Museum of the City of New York
The exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York was a great tribute to the New York City Marathon.

On Thursday, I went for an easy 3 miler and felt a little tired. I think the cleaning the day before and wandering around the exhibit didn’t give my legs enough rest. Later that afternoon, I had lunch and a cocktail with my parents and then they joined me at the expo where I picked up my bib, shirt, a few NYCM souvenirs, and a sheddable shell since the forecast was now predicting a chance of rain. The expo seemed a little anti-climatic for some reason, but I was happy to pick up some cute stuff and be with my family. We had dinner at a cute Italian restaurant that night where I had chicken and a glass of wine then I got a good night’s rest.

At the marathon expo
At the marathon expo

On Friday, I woke up with some calf pain that had me worried so I opted out of fun in the city. I spent the day watching running movies, stretching and rolling my calf, and got my race day stuff together. I got a good night’s rest and felt ready for a relaxing Saturday to rest before the race. Saturday morning I got in 20 minutes of easy running, big GF pancake breakfast, and took some time to record my pre-race thoughts. My sister flew on Saturday afternoon and we got brunch then hung out at the apartment. My parents drove over from Jersey and we were going to go dinner, but I had crammed so much food in me earlier that day, I wasn’t hungry. They left around 6pm and I was left by myself. I tried not to be anxious, but there were was little else to focus on. I finally got in my GF pasta dinner around 7pm then some light stretching and Sienfeld before hitting the hay around 10pm. I needed to be up at 6am the next morning to get ready for the race.

Last run before the marathon
Last run before the marathon. 20 minutes easy. Feeling ready.

Follow my adventure on race morning in Part 2, Race Morning or read the race report in Part 3, The Race Report.

The day before

This time tomorrow I will be at Fort Wadsworth on Staten Island trying to stay warm and calm before I take on my biggest race to date, the New York City Marathon. If you had told me 2 years ago that this was going to happen, I would have thought you were crazy. Go back even further in my history and well, it would just seem like a complete impossibility. As the fog clears from my taper crazies though, I am left feeling ready and surprisingly calm. I’ve been preparing for this for over a year now. I’ve put in the work and now it is just a matter of getting it done.

Of course, anything could happen tomorrow morning. Any number of nags that have popped up this week could turn into a full blown injury, I could hit the wall and not be able to push through it, I could trip, fall, throw up, poop myself… all of these are possibilities. But for the first time that I can remember ever, I am able to tune all of that out. Regardless of what happens tomorrow, be it a great run or a miserable one, it will be one of the biggest challenges and accomplishments in my life. It’s one that I will get to share with dear friends and family who are cheering in person or digitally and some that I will be running with. It’s one that will change me even more than it already has through it’s preparation. It’s one that I will be proud of for the rest of my life.

I could go into all the reasons why this race means so much to me, but I don’t want for my personal reasons to be made generic by not being able to give them justice in this blog. What I will share is that I will be running each of the five bridges for a different person that left us too soon. My high school best friend, Jean, will be my motivation on the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. Love you, Pooh Bear. I’ll run the Pulaski Bridge for my Grandmommies who passed two years ago on Christmas. She was a pint-sized firecracker and the Pulaski seems perfect to honor her. I’ll be running the Queensboro for my great grandparents who were taken from us when I was little. During my toughest times, my Mamaw has been a beacon of light even after she passed. And their loss had such a profound effect on my life that it only seems deserving that I honor them with this bridge that is such a critical point of this course. (And the only one without cheerers.) The Willis Avenue Bridge will be run for my Uncle Buck who left us on my birthday eight years ago. I can hear him making jokes about the bridge name in my head. Miss you, Uncle Buck! The last bridge–Madison Ave Bridge–will be run for my friend, Bobby, who died while night spearfishing in Hawaii a little over a year ago. This last bridge will also be run for other friends who left us too soon.

So what are the lessons learned from the marathon so far? I’ve learned that I am much stronger and more determined than I thought. That my body can endure things that I thought I was too old or weak for and that my mind can will my body through when it is suffering. That my mind and body have an amazing ability to find strength in adversity. I learned that my support network is broader and stronger than I ever realized. And that support can come from unlikely places — people you have just met, your laundromat attendant, colleagues you have never worked with, random runners on the subway, and so many puppies that just want to run with me so badly when I pass by. I’ve learned that running can literally be a pain the ass. (Come on, Piriformis, calm down already.) That it is possible to run so much that you can’t sleep and aren’t hungry. That it is possible to strap a pack to your back with a change of clothes (or swimsuit) and run anywhere to hang out–or brunch. ALL THE BRUNCH. And for the first time I since I started running, I am finding running with friends more enjoyable than running solo.

I was really lucky to have a friend set up a Facebook group for friends who were training for Fall marathons. Through the group, I met new friends and deepened my friendships with others. We trained almost every weekend together and then, of course, brunched after. These women are so special to me and I am almost more excited about them running this thing than me! They are my running family and I am so excited to take on this challenge with them and celebrate our accomplishment together after the race. And who knows what we will all take on next. Let’s hit those trails, ladies!

It hardly seems real that this is happening. All my preparation is done excluding a short 20 minute run today to shakeout my legs. My pre-race layers, race outfit, fuel, post-race outfit/bag are already planned and set out. So I have all day for it to set in that this is real and it is happening. In about 30 hours, if it goes to plan, I will be a marathoner. NYC, I here I come.

If you want to track me tomorrow, you my Facebook and Twitter will be auto-updating as I run the course. You can also download the iOS/Android app or use NYRR’s web-based tracking.

Name: Donna Cole
Bib: 51257

Flat Brandi
Flat Brandi: NYC (first!) Marathon edition

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Marathon Training: Weeks 7-9

I can’t believe another 3 weeks are gone. I’m having a hard time keeping up with the blogging. Between work and social obligations and training and then being sick for a week and a half, it’s been pretty crazy.

Going into week 7 I was feeling confident because of my “bunched” runs on Saturday that added up to 17 miles. I had set a goal for myself to get in two full body circuits and at least cycling session in, but only managed to get in one circuit and no cycling AGAIN. I was really want to get on track with the cross-training this week and even posted about it (on Facebook) for accountability. “I don’t want to get to the finish line and wish I had put in the extra 2-4 hours a week.”

Week 8 went totally off the rails because I caught a cold that I had a hard time shaking. I just couldn’t get the rest that I needed to recover. I’m on a big project at work and my absence could really slow down the work we are doing so even though I was home for the week, I didn’t get much rest.

By week 9 I was starting to feel better and get back on track. I still wasn’t getting in the cross-training because I was trying to ease back into training. I started considering whether I should consider adding a day of easy running since I can’t seem to get motivated to hop on the bike at all. I decided that if I don’t get on the bike in week 10, I would reach out to the coach and see if adding mileage would be reasonable at this point. I’m a little concerned because coming off of the 20, my glute/hip is still bothering me and now my knees (actually my quad tendons) are starting to bother me, as well. My training paces are supposed to jump in week 11 so plan for week 10 is just to try to rehab the glute/hip and knees and get in a good, solid week of training.

Week 7 workouts

Sunday: I had an off day because of the double run on Saturday.  My right glute had some pain after the second run which continued into today. Nothing that I didn’t think couldn’t be stretched out.

Monday: Rest day

Tuesday: Skipped my run in the morning because of a storm and instead did an hour full body circuit. Decided to take a long lunch and get in my run after the storm. (And after a hard workout this morning.) Temp was 77-80 with heat index 80-84. Humidity was mid 70s. Needless to say, trying to hit my pace (9:00) for the first 3 threshold miles was dumb and felt horrible. I actually considered cutting the run short and taking a cab home. Second half I just kept telling myself one more mile, backed off the pace and ran based on effort, and ended up in a much better place. Not sure why I thought I could hit pace on the first half, but whatever.

Week 7 Tuesday
Short story: Sucky mid-day hot and humid threshold run on tired legs. 1 mile warm-up + 3 miles @ threshold (9mm) + 1 mile recovery + 3 miles @ threshold.

Wednesday: Rest day

Thursday: Much cooler morning and 5 miles easy came very easy after I was warmed up. Broke out some new shoes since my current long run shoes are about to hit their mileage.

Week 7 Thursday
Easy is relative and evidently it takes me 3 miles to warm-up when it is a little cooler out. 5 miles easy on this lovely morning-low 70s and low humidity. Broke a new pair of shoes out of the box and they are soooo bright! 😎😍

Friday: Rest day

Saturday: Another Summer Streets group run. I need 50 minutes easy and 40 minutes at marathon pace (9:37). Weather was warmer than the week before, but not horrible. I got in just over 8 miles and felt great the entire time. After the run, we did brunch then I came home and got ready to head right back out. Went to Long Island for a birthday party and in the evening started to develop a sore throat. Thought it might be allergies.

Week 7 Saturday
So much fun this morning running the streets of Manhattan with these babes! We had an 18 miler, two 16 milers, I ran almost 9, and our 3 other ladies picked up 5. 50 mins easy + 40 mins @ marathon pace (9:37) was on my plate. Kicked it off by running over the WillyB bridge into Manhattan, UK Lafayette then Park, passed Union Square and Grand Central up to 63rd then turned around and headed back to Union Square. Phew! And it was a hot one this morning!

Week 8 workouts

Sunday: Headed back to Brooklyn. Was feeling like I might be at the start of a cold so I decided to postpone my 5 miles easy to Monday.

Monday: Definitely sick. My throat felt horrible and I was concerned that I may have strep. Stayed home from work and tried to rest, but ended up working most of the day.

Tuesday: Low fever and really disappointed that I was going to have to let the Sunday run go. First workout that I have missed in my training! Also skipped this morning’s workout which was speed workout that I was actually excited to do. 1.5mi warmup, 3 x 1mi @ 9:00/mi with 1 min recovery, 4 x 150m @ Hills with 150 m recovery, 1.5mi cooldown.

Wednesday: Felt a little better, but still sick. Decided to just let the Sunday and Tuesday morning workouts go and not try to make them up. Just wanted to focus on recovering so I could get in my long run on Saturday.

Thursday: Finally feeling well enough to run a little bit, I headed out for 3 easy miles. Had 6 on the schedule, but knew I should come back slow. The last mile was a struggle.

Week 8 Thursday
Three easy miles on the back side of a cold. I’ve been sick since the weekend and had to skip two runs this week. Cut today’s in half and it was still a struggle at the end. Hoping to get my long run in on Saturday. Most of it is supposed to be at threshold, but I just don’t see that happening!

Friday: Was supposed to be a rest day, but decided to get some light conditioning in. Didn’t do anything to strenuous, just some clams, calf raises, etc.

Saturday: Decided to get my 9 miles in easy instead of the 2mi warmup, 1 x 3mi @ 9:00/mi, 1 x 3min @ 10:46/mi, 1 x 1mi @ 9:00/mi, 3mi cooldown. Was also looking forward to this workout and bummed that I had to skip the faster intervals, but grateful to be able to run at all. Ran with the group again and got in one bridge crossing (Brooklyn Bridge).

Week 8 Saturday Group
Another awesome long run with these gals (plus a dude this time)! Started in Williamsburg, ran over Brooklyn Bridge, down the East side along the East River to Battery Park then up the West side along the Hudson to 14th street. Nine miles total for me this morning. Didn’t get in any threshold miles, but was happy to just get in the distance since I am still a little sick.
Week 8 Saturday
Such a great morning for a run! This was at about 3.5 miles in as I was crossing Brooklyn Bridge and when I was just starting to feel a little warmed up and confident. Not a bad place to kick it into gear!

Week 9 workouts

Sunday: Did 7 miles easy over two bridges (Pulaski and Queensboro) with two running pals. One of them was putting in her longest mileage to date and it was her first time over the Pulaski and Queenboro bridges. I was grateful that I was able to join her as she kept me moving. Still not fully recovered from the cold yet.

Week 9 Sunday
A little over seven miles this morning over the Pulaski and Queensboro bridges into Manhattan and then down almost to the Williamsburg Bridge. It was Val’s first time over those bridges AND her longest ever run–15 miles! Felt blessed to get to share the last 7 with her. You did great, lady!

Monday: Rest day

Tuesday: Couldn’t seem to shake the sniffles from my cold and was definitely not feeling 100% again yet. So I decided to not do speedwork and instead did the same mileage (6.5 miles) at an easy pace. I got a late start and it was already 80 out with significant humidity, but I focused on keeping it easy and got it done. Average pace was slower than normal (~10:45 for easy), but I felt good the entire time and just wanted to make sure to get in the miles.

Week 9 Tuesday
Can’t seem to shake the sniffles from my cold and am definitely not feeling 100% again yet. So I decided to not do speedwork this morning and instead did the same mileage (6.5 miles) at an easy pace.

Wednesday: Rest day. Should have gotten in a full body circuit and bike ride, but was wanting to be conservative since I still wasn’t fully recovered from the cold.

Thursday: What a difference two days can make. Surprised myself a bit with how easy my six miles felt. And my pace was spot on or better! I still have some lingering sniffles and I didn’t sleep well the night before, but that didn’t seem to matter. Maybe it was the weather? It was a lovely 70 degrees out with low humidity.

Week 9 Thursday
What a difference two days can make. Surprised myself a bit this morning with how easy my six miles felt. And my pace was spot on or better! I still have some lingering sniffles and I didn’t sleep well last night, but that didn’t seem to matter. Maybe it was the weather? It was a lovely 70 degrees out with low humidity. Can’t wait for Fall! 🍃🍂🍁

Friday: Rest day. Preparing for my 20 miles on Saturday. Watched a lot of UTMB coverage. 🙂

Saturday: 20 miles today! Got my first 10 in the morning with a couple of friends. Did 2 bridges (Pulaski and Queensboro) and finished in Central Park. Felt good after warming up and finished strong. My knees started bothering me a bit after the run and I was nervous about glute/hip which has continued to bother me a bit since the 17 mile double two weeks ago.

Second 10 miler was not as good. I wasn’t thinking and ate a burrito as my pre-run meal. Bad idea. Had GI issues pretty much the entire time. I also didn’t fuel properly during the run. I definitely should have been taking in more carbs. I did one almond butter and one maple syrup and just wasn’t enough. I was able to pull it together in the last mile to finish strong, but it definitely wasn’t a great run.

Week 9 Saturday
And that’s 20 miles. I’ll spare the details. Last my mile was my fastest on both runs. Really glad I only have one more of these split days on the schedule.


Lessons learned this evening: 1) A burrito is NOT a good pre long run meal. Just trust me on this one. 2) Chafe on top of chafe is painful especially in areas of constant movement like your underarms. 3) I have an amazing ability to find strength in adversity. Then lose it about 30 seconds later only to get pissed off and find it again a minute later. 4) I can run 20 miles in one day and not die and finish my last mile strong. And THAT was the best lesson of the day.


Week 7 total weekly mileage: 21.86 miles
Week 7 total training time: 5 hours and 49 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Week 7 long run mileage: 8.26 miles (half at marathon pace)

Week 8 total weekly mileage: 19.22 miles
Week 8 total training time: 4 hours and 54 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Week 8 long run mileage: 9 miles (half was supposed to be threshold)

Week 9 total weekly mileage: 32.52 miles
Week 9 total training time: 7 hours and 2 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Week 9 long run mileage: 10 + 10 = 20 miles (two runs)

Marathon training: Weeks 5 & 6

Just 12 weeks to go now. Time is really flying! I typically just log all my workouts in these posts, but I want to try something a little different. Let’s talk about how I am feeling six weeks into training.

A lot has happened in the past six weeks, but I feel like over the past two weeks especially my mental aspect has shifted. The first four weeks I was a little apprehensive of the plan and my ability to really do well with the training. I was nervous about injury and how my body would respond to speed work and the increased mileage. I think the turning point for me was the ASICS & AskMen Summer Series 5K that I raced on the first day of week 5. I shattered my expectations in terms of my abilities and that really built some confidence. I didn’t think I could race that hard or that PR was possible that morning. My finish time seemed to legitimize myself to myself as a real runner. It also reinforced that the training is working–even better than anticipated by myself or the coach who wrote my plan. Our run to Coney further built my confidence. I was able to run a 2:23 half marathon and it felt easy. (Aside from the oppressive 6lb pack I was wearing.)

The biggest confidence builder has definitely been the bunched runs that I did at the end of week 6. It was two runs–one 8.18 miles with one bridge crossing and the other 9 miles with two bridge crossings. The first run felt super easy which was awesome. I was super nervous about the second, but really surprised myself. I was so proud during the last two miles which ended up being my fastest despite having just done two bridge crossings. I remember thinking to myself that if the last two miles of the marathon feel even better in terms of accomplishment than these do, that I am probably going to end up being one of those crying runners. I couldn’t believe how strong I felt or how amazing it felt to get that much mileage done in one day. I am sure it will be different when it is all one run, but it was a real confidence builder in terms of feeling like I may actually be able to do this thing.

So a lot has changed for me mentally in the past two weeks. Looking forward, I am hoping to focus on getting in more cross training in the form of an additional full body circuit a week and at least one, if not two, 60-90 minute cycling sessions a week. I’m shooting for 2 circuits in week 7 and possibly adding in one cycle session–doing these all as doubles on top of runs. Still a little nervous about doing too much, but also don’t want to sell myself short out of fear!

Week 5 workouts

Sunday: I kicked off week 5 with the ASICS & AskMen Summer Series 5K. I raced harder than I have ever raced and managed a two and half minute PR! The race was bookended by a few miles. I did two miles before the race as a warm-up. After the race I still had 3 miles to get in. I was so spent from the race that I headed straight home after. Dropped my stuff at the apartment then headed right back out for the three. 8.12 miles total for Sunday.

Monday: Rest day!

Tuesday: We were in the middle of a heat wave and I had hill repeats on the schedule. Got a 1.5 mile warm-up in on the way to the bridge. The route I chose seemed to be uphill the entire time. Once I got to the bridge I put in 6 x 150 m repeats on a pretty steep grade. It was hot and hard, but I got it done. Then it was 2 miles for a cool-down. 4.57 miles total.

Tuesday: Hill repeats
Hill repeats in a heat wave. Oof. 1.5 mile warm-up + 6×150 hills w 150 recovery + 2 mile cool-down. The repeats ended up being a little over 150 since I was using my watch and each were run ~1:02 which is just a few seconds slower than my 200 track reps. Was definitely feeling it by the end!

Wednesday: Got my full body circuit in that evening. Was hoping to get in a 60-90 minute cycling session in, but decided that since I was doing 13.1 miles on Saturday and was going to hit my highest mileage week yet that I should wait until next week to add in cycling.

Thursday: Easy 3 miles into a storm and then back out.

Thursday: Recovery
3 easy miles into the rain and back out and then back in. Really glad tomorrow is a rest day. Am feeling the past 2 days hard workouts.

Friday: Rest day. I was so happy to get a rest day in. Hit REI and Brooklyn Running Company in the evening to pick up a new pair of shorts and new sports bra. The sports bra sitch is becoming bleak, but I was optimistic the Nike bra that I picked up would be the one that works.

Saturday: Run to Coney Island! I planned my first summer group run and it was soooo much fun. My friend, Hayley, drove in from Long Island early that morning and we jogged over to the Williamsburg Bridge to pick up another friend, Laura, who ran in from Manhattan. I was shooting for a half marathon and planned to finish on the boardwalk on Coney Island, just in front of the Wonder Wheel. We headed out early (6:45am) to beat the heat. It was an easy pace all the way down. Little things hurt for a bit here and there, but overall I felt great for the entire run. The only thing I wish could have been different was the weight of my pack! I had about 6 lbs strapped to me and felt oppressive. But I got my 13.1 in right in front of the Wonder Wheel, as planned, in 2:23:18. The shorts worked out great, but unfortunately the bra didn’t. I really hope I can find a bra that doesn’t chafe soon!

After the run, we spent the rest of the day lounging on the beach and having a few drinks on the boardwalk and at the Freak Show bar. It was an epic day!

Saturday: Coney Island
Such an awesome adventure today with two awesome ladies! We ran from Williamsburg to Coney Island then spent the day enjoying the beach and the boardwalk. This was an easy paced run and we managed to leave early enough and find enough shade that it felt great the entire time.

Week 6 workouts

Sunday: My recovery run hardly felt easy after my epic Saturday. Did 3 miles easy and was happy to rest for the rest of the day. I headed to Westchester for a friend’s birthday party and started to feel really horrible on the train. My stomach felt really off and I was really exhausted for most of the rest of the day.

Recovery run
Three easy miles hardly felt easy on top of yesterday’s epic 13.1 to Coney. Feeling pretty exhausted and my tummy is a bit off today. Hoping I can nap a bit on my train ride to Westchester to visit friends. I am determined to not have my training affect loved ones as much as possible.

Monday: I’m supposed to be getting in a workout on Mondays, but that hasn’t been happening. I’m just tired from the weekend’s workouts when Monday comes. I think I am going to start doubling up on other days to fit everything in.

Tuesday: 800s are least favorite thing. I seriously hate them. Had to get in 5×800 this morning after a mile warm-up. It was warm out and 800s are just torture. I was so glad when they were over. My mile cool-down felt challenging after that workout. I can’t recall if I gave the new sports bra another chance for this run or my Sunday run, but it didn’t perform any better than it had on Saturday. Bummer. 5.62 miles total for Tuesday.

Tuesday: Speedwork
800s are the worst. Seriously my least favorite thing to do. And this morning I did 5 of them (at 4:07). 1 mile warm-up + 5×800 w 3 min recovery + 1 mile cool-down = 5.62 miles. Glad that is over!

Wednesday: I was supposed to get in my full body circuit workout after work, but because of commuting issues/delays that morning I ended up working late and not getting it in. I hit the hay early and planned to double up the next day.

Thursday: Got out the door early and got in my 3 easy miles easily. Afterward I did my skipped full body circuit from the night before and then wrapped with 15 minutes of gentle yoga. I felt surprisingly good after my double, but ended up being quite tired at work later in the day.

Thursday: Double workout
Worked late yesterday so had to double up this morning. 3 miles easy + 45 minute full body circuit + 15 minute gentle yoga. Grateful tomorrow is rest day! Saturday is a double with 8 miles in the morning and 9 in the evening. Eek!

Friday: I was so grateful for a rest day! I was in the office that day instead of telecommuting like I typically do on Fridays and was so tired and ravenous. That evening I didn’t get much done other eating dinner and washing my run clothes for the next day.

Saturday: My first bunched runs! I planned a route for Summer Streets that started at Union Square, went down and over the Brooklyn Bridge then up to and over the Williamsburg Bridge, back passed Union Square, up and passed Grand Central to 63rd where we turned around and headed straight back down to Union Square. The course was 14 miles total, but we didn’t all run that distance. I hopped on just before the cross back into Manhattan over the Williamsburg bridge. I was shooting for 90 minutes of easy running which ended up being 8.18 miles. I wore my pack again, but since I only had 40 oz of water in it, it felt much less oppressive than the previous Saturday. After the run, I brunched with some of the runners and actually felt really good. One run down, one more to go.

After I got home from my first run, I stretched, showered, and then napped. I woke up and ate again. I was feeling pretty exhausted and was a little nervous about the second run. I headed out around 7pm, less than 12 hours after heading out for my first run. Since I had such an awesome run in the morning, I was a little concerned about this run feeling boring and like a slog so I planned my route a little differently than usual. I planned for an option to go out-and-back over the Williamsburg bridge for miles 4.5-7 or to head up and over to waterfront park for something easier. By the time I got to mile 2, I knew I wanted to do the bridge and really hoped my body was up for it. I wore my 2 bottle belt and ended up stopping twice to refill because it was so hot. Around 8pm I passed the spot where I had waited to meet-up for my morning run–just 12 hours after. I headed up the Williamsburg Bridge and hoped I wasn’t making a horrible mistake. The 2.5 miles out-and-back over the bridge were challenging, but as I was making my final descent I felt empowered. When I got off the bridge with 2 miles to go, I felt strong and determined. My last two miles were my fastest and finished feeling great (mentally). After the run I went out to dinner with a friend and felt pretty spacey, but my body felt okay. I had a little bit of tightness in right glute/hip again, but the rest of me just felt tired.

Saturday: Summer Streets
Me and two of the gals during our Summer Streets run this morning. I’m on the right with the white calf sleeves. 😉 Photo by our friend, Jenny.
Saturday: Summer Streets
Another great run this morning! The route was 14 miles total. Started in Union Square went down and over the Brooklyn Bridge, up to and then over the Williamsburg Bridge, all the way up Lafayette and Park Ave passed Grand Central to turn around at 63rd Street then all the way back down to Union Square. Phew! Only 3 runners did the full 14. The rest of us hopped on a different spots and we all finished together. So much fun!
Saturday: Double run day
That’s 17 miles in one day, 2 runs, 3 bridge crossings, and one very happy lady. This is the same spot I waited at this morning to start my run. This was about 12 hours later and 4.5 miles into my second run before I did an out and back over the Williamsburg Bridge. My last two miles after the bridge were my fastest and felt good!

Additional notes: My stomach has been off since the Coney Island run. I have been trying to get in probiotics every day and watch my diet. My right glute/hip have also continued to bother me and I am wondering if it might be related to my 2 bottle belt. Going to run without it the next few runs and see if that helps.

Week 5 total weekly mileage: 28.8 miles
Week 5 total training time: 6 hours and 59 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Week 5 long run mileage: 13.1 miles

Week 6 total weekly mileage: 28.8 miles
Week 6 total training time: 7 hours and 4 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Week 6 long run mileage: 8.18 + 9 = 17.18 miles (two runs)

Marathon training: Week 4

Um, HOW IS WEEK 4 ALREADY OVER?! Seriously y’all, this is going way too fast. Just 14 weeks until the New York City Marathon! This week totally flew by. Maybe because I ran four consecutive days. Say what?!

So last Sunday, I recapped in last week’s update. Postponed my run to Monday to get some time in with friends in Chicago. It was totally the right choice and I had no regrets when I went to bed late Sunday night after flying back in to NYC late.

Monday I woke up and felt like I had been hit by a truck. I’m not sure whether it was the travel or what, but I felt horrible. I skipped my run and worked from home. All day I was pumping myself full of good food, vitamins, and trying to rest up. It worked pretty well because by that evening I was feeling so much better.

Tuesday morning I hopped into my first quality session of the week. It was a doozy: 1 mile warm-up, 2 x 2 miles at threshold with 2 min recovery, 4 x 200 with 200 recovery, 1 mile cool down. I could tell for the first mile or so that I had been off of running for two days, but once I hit my groove I felt really good. It was 80º out, but the heat didn’t bother me much. I think the long run in Chicago in feels like 93 heat caused some adaptation, if only mentally. I continue to run my 200s (about 5 seconds) too fast which concerns me a bit. Really got to try to get those right.

Threshold + speed work in 80 degree heat
Threshold + speed work in 80 degree heat? Sure, why not?! It actually didn’t feel too bad after what felt like 95 during my last long run. 1 mi warm up + 2 x 2 mi threshold w 2 min recovery + 4 x 200 w 200 recovery + 1 mi cool down = 7.3 miles. And a very hungry lady!

Wednesday morning I went out for the 4 miles easy that I had postponed from Sunday then had to skip on Monday. The weather was nice and cool — 70º and low humidity. I felt grateful for such a great run. I had intended to do a circuit this evening, but lost track of time so I postponed it to Thursday morning.

Catching up on miles this morning.
Catching up on miles this morning. Got my 4 in that I had to postpone on Monday (originally scheduled for Sunday). So glad I got out there this morning because the weather was gorgeous! 70 degrees and low humidity. Right hamstring tendons got a bit angry towards the end.

Thursday morning I had another 4 easy miles on deck and the weather again was lovely. I did a pretty tough 45 minute full body circuit after my run then 15 minutes of gentle yoga. By the time I got to the yoga, my muscles were a little twitchy. After 2 hours of workouts, I was feeling kind of spacey while making breakfast despite having ate a little before my run (about 100 calories) and a protein shake between my run and circuit. On the way into the office, every stair I had to climb during my commute was acknowledged. Haha. Luckily it was a busy day in the office so while I was a bit sleepy, the day went by quickly.

Four miles easy
Four miles easy followed by a 45 minute strength/core circuit and 15 minutes of gentle yoga. Might move Saturday run to tomorrow since I race on Sunday. Not sure about 4 consecutive days of running, though!

Friday was supposed to be my rest day, but since I planned to race on Sunday (and was trying to PR) I decided to get my 3 easy miles scheduled for Saturday in early. I went to bed super early on Thursday night and got a little over 10 hours of sleep so I was feeling really refreshed. My body was quite sore from my circuit the day before, but not enough to affect my gait so I went for it. Had an unpleasant run-in with some dudes in a van pulling the slow down from behind and say stuff to me creeper maneuver, but otherwise it was a lovely run to the East River and back. When I got home I realized that my butt is so sore from my circuit that it hurts a little to sit.

Three easy miles
Three easy miles on a beautiful Brooklyn morning. Was super sore from yesterday’s full body circuit and had an unpleasant exchange with some dudes, but otherwise it was a lovely run. Looking forward to a rest day tomorrow then my 5K on Sunday!

Saturday was a rest day in preparation for my 5k on Sunday morning. I was hoping to PR so I took extra care during the day to rest and recover. Throughout the day I had the normal rest day creaks and tiny aches. At one point I walked down to the store in some flip flops without any cushion and found that my left heel was bothering me quite a bit. Additionally, my hamstrings were still pretty sore from my full body circuit on Thursday morning. That evening I did some gentle yoga, foam rolled, massaged my feet, and put on compression socks before bed. Had a little trouble getting to sleep because I was so anxious about my race. It was supposed to be mid-70s and humid and the course is fully exposed so it didn’t seem like ideal conditions for a strong PR which is what I was hoping for. I won’t ruin the end of the story, by telling you how it went. You’ll have to wait for for my race report which I will be posting shortly–or you can just check my Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram.

Total weekly mileage: 26.4 miles
Total training time: 6 hours and 44 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Long run mileage: Moved long run to Sunday, 8.12 completed in 3 segments (2 mi, 3.11 race, 3 mi)

Last week’s total weekly mileage: 21.9 miles
Last week’s total training time: 5 hours and 46 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Last week’s long run mileage: 7.9 miles

Marathon training: Week 3

Week 3 done, 15 to go! I feel like this week was actually 2 weeks because of how much I packed it into it. It was a busy week, for sure, and I am proud that I was able to mostly stick to my plan.

On Sunday, I got in my 3 mile recovery run after my Saturday long run. It was uneventful and in moderate conditions–75 degrees with 61% humidity. After the run, breakfast, and a shower, I headed over to the spa for my first ever massage. It was a 60 min sports massage, most of which was spent stretching. She managed to work out the glute/hip issue that I have had for the past week or so. Once she got to the actual massage, she told me that my legs feel like they are in pretty good shape (likely because the 15-20 minutes of yoga that I do after every run), but my back is all kinds of tight and out of whack. She recommended a deep tissue massage to work the kinks out of my back.

Monday evening I did a nice full body circuit that included some single leg deadlifts. I really need to work on these more. It was evident that my ankles and hamstrings could use some strengthening.

Tuesday is a quality workout day on my training schedule which the past two weeks has been speed work. This week it was a marathon pace run. Three miles at marathon pace, one mile easy, then another three miles at marathon. It was 76 degrees out which was warm, but not brutal. The workout took an hour and eleven minutes which is a bit long to fit in before work, but I made it work since the evening was going to be much hotter. That day at work I was pretty sleepy from 4 consecutive days of workouts.

Seven miles before breakfast. Three at marathon pace, one easy, then three more at marathon. 76 degrees and 51% humidity… Not too bad for this time of year, but still hot!

Wednesday I should have done a circuit and a bike session, but skipped them. My hamstrings were still pretty sore from the deadlifts on Monday so I gave them a bit of a rest. That night I saw Foo Fighters at CitiField and indulged in some booze and got to bed a little late.

Waiting to get onto the field at CitiField to watch the Foo Fighters with my buddy.

Thursday morning I headed to the cardiologist to discuss the results of the exercise stress test and the two weeks of heart monitoring. She told me I am low risk for the marathon so I am cleared to run! That was an awesome way to start off the day. I was a little tired from the night before so I got in a nap before joining a friend for a nice big lunch. I headed out that evening at sunset for my 4 miles easy. The temp was close to 80, but it was super low humidity so it felt great. I surprised myself with how good I felt during the run given the shenanigans the night before.

Four easy miles at sunset. I was concerned about this run being horrible after the rock show last night, but it felt easy. The view and weather sure didn’t hurt!

Friday is my official rest day and that morning I headed out early for the airport to fly to Chicago to visit some dear friends. I was going to try to get my long run in right after I landed so I didn’t have to worry about it Saturday, but my flight was late and by the time I got to Chicago it was already pretty hot. I tried to stay on point with nutrition and hydration as much as possible that day, but it was challenging since I was on vacation. I managed to do pretty good, but knew that I would feel the couple of drinks that I had during my long run the next morning. I did manage to get to bed at a reasonable hour and get a full 8 hours of sleep that night.

Saturday morning I got out the door before 8am and it was already soooooo hot. The temp was 86 with 74% humidity making it feel like 93 degrees! My schedule called for 20 minutes easy, 40 minutes at marathon pace, and 20 minutes easy, but somehow my recollection was 50 minutes at marathon pace so I got in extra 10 minutes in the crazy heat. I ran in Humboldt Park which provided some shade, but not much. I ended up creating a little loop that stopped by a water fountain that was constantly running with nice cold water. Every other loop I would pause for a few seconds to wet my face and hair. The heat was brutal. I was so relieved when the run was finally over and I got to walk back to the house. On the way back though, I was followed by some creepers in a van who hollered at me and circled the block. (I was staying on the edge of a “rough” area.) So creepy. I hopped into a gas station for a few minutes then headed back out down the opposite side of the road and didn’t see the creepers again. Back at the house, sweat was literally running down my arms and legs because of the heat. So gross.

Almost 8 miles in Humboldt Park in Chicago. And it was HOTTTTTTTT. 20 min easy, 50 minutes at marathon pace, then 20 minutes easy. My pace was off by 30-40 seconds for most of the run, but that was to expected in this type of heat. I was just glad for it to be done!

Sunday I was supposed to do 4 miles easy, but decided to postpone until Monday. Sunday was supposed to be just as hot, I didn’t want to risk another run in with the creepers, and I wanted to enjoy myself on Saturday and not worry about my nutrition or having a couple of beverages with my friends. That morning I slept in and it was glorious. That evening just after landing in NYC, I finished the book I have been reading about the NYC Marathon, “A Race Like No Other.” I totally recommend the read for anyone who is planning to run (or who has run) the NYC Marathon!

This photo contains some of my favorite people in the world! Had an awesome time in Chicago visiting these peeps.

Total weekly mileage: 21.9 miles
Total training time: 5 hours and 46 minutes (Runs, post-run yoga, and strength training)
Long run mileage: 7.9 miles

Stay tuned here for next week’s recap. You can also follow my training throughout week on my Facebook page and on Instagram!