Thursday, September 30, 2010
As a mother of an eight year old and a five year old, I hear this anywhere from once a day (on a really, really good day) to five million times a day (on a really, really bad day). Well, kiddies, how's this for no fair: I trained for 16 weeks, I did every last run I was supposed to, I've been eating right, going to bed on time, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm going to finish this marathon; yet I'm still a big ol' bundle of nervous energy. NO FAIR!!!
TCM's facebook status update today:
Twin Cities In Motion Packing up the office in Golden Valley and moving to our temp office at the Saint Paul RiverCentre. Expo set up starts today!
It's almost time :)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I'm stealing this, because it's just my kind of humor... here's the link (in an attempt to give RW their credit).
Marathon: A Race Report by Pheidippides09/09/2010 3:15 AM
A reader noted recently in the Comments section of an unrelated post that the 2,500th anniversary of Pheidippides' original "Marathon" run is happening, well, sometimeright around now. Probably. The actual date is hard to pin down.
As everyone knows,Pheidippides or Phidippides or "P. Dippy" (as he was briefly known) was the Greek who… um… ran 26 or 140 miles to Sparta or Athens or somewhere, and announced victory in the battle of Marathon or else asked for reinforcements or possibly something cold to drink and then dropped dead. Or didn't. Assuming that any version of this occurred at all, which it may not have.
Honestly, everything about this story is hard to pin down. It's like a riddle wrapped in an enigma shrouded in a toga. Google "Pheidippides Marathon" and you get 127,000 results, offering about 127,000 versions of the events in question, few of which even pretend to offer credible citations.
(Note: Watch for RW.com's own, authoritative Pheidippides FAQ, with expert info, coming soon.) (Seriously!)
Even on the official web site of the Athens Marathon, the retelling of Pheidippides' story is cast as "legend."
That's why I was so thrilled to discover the following ultra-rare bit of text, transcribed from a scroll unearthed in a dig near Athens — a race report from the man himself, documenting his historic run. Finally, we can hear the real story of Pheidippides, from Pheidippides.
WOW! That's all I can say. Praise the gods, I finished my Marathon run in one piece. Hooray! Some blisters on my left foot, but nothing major. Not sure if I'll do it again, but it definitely was a Life Experience. At least now I can cross that off my Grecian urn List. Plus, I've raised almost 500 drachmas for Persian Invasion Awareness. Awesome!
Anyway. I was soooooo excited last night, I could barely sleep. I laid out my sandals and my Team Victory Over Persia tunic (see right; no, I didn't run with the sword!), and set my clepsydra for first sun. My room was okay, but a little Spartan.
I had that dream again, where I'm running like crazy but barely moving and while I'm doing that, Persians are raping our women and burning our crops. Don't you hate that dream?
Woke up to nice weather, apart from the stench of death wafting from the battlefield. As I stretched and checked my sandals, Aeschylus walked by. He gave me one final fist bump and a "Go With Zeus," and I was off.
First bit: Felt pretty good. Still kind of just warming up at this point.
Middle stretch: Terrain got a bit rough, with some hills I could have done without.
Noon: A goatherd shouted at me to "Get out of the middle of the rough terrain!" Jerk. At least I'm out here getting fit, and not sitting on my ἀςς watching goats all day.
Final bit: Where… is… Athens?!? Argh! And then, I saw it. Somehow I managed a final burst of speed into the city, just barely beating another man through the gates. My time was either 5 hours or 6 or perhaps 8. (Am I the only one who can't figure out these stupid sun dial things?) After a long drink of water and announcing Greek victory at the battle of Marathon, all I wanted to do was collapse.
And so I did.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
• Fire yourself up with excitement and anticipation
• Let go of negative emotions
• It’s a great topic to share
• Soar high with runner’s high
• Don’t you love toned legs?
• Eliminate “I can’t” from your dictionary
• Boost your self-confidence
• Dare to dream big…
• Lose your weight and gain your life
• Enjoy looking at the mirror
• ”Waaw” the crowd
• Rationality and marathoning don’t rhyme!
• The older, the better…
• The joy of true accomplishment
• Inspirational experience
• Meet fellow “marathoners”
• Longer happier life
• Rediscover yourself
• The most guilt-free dinner all time: the after-marathon dinner
• Explore a new city!
• Make history
• Get your “finisher” medal.
• Be the pride and joy of your family
• Get the marathoner “chin”
• Kick off your adventure
• A replica of life
• Tears of joy
• The Queen of England passion for marathons (true story) .
• Puff Daddy, Oprah and George Bush did it!
• Think of all the French toast and cheesecake you can devour…
• Crossing the finish line
• Getting a well-deserved sway bag
• Finally, all that hard work pays off
• Become a star
• The beer truck at the finish line
• Make a meaningful contribution: donate to your favorite charity
• Rejuvenate your soul
• Because it’s quicker than walking?
• Amaze others
• Enjoy running in the middle of the streets
• Run your Personal Record
• You can scratch it off of your bucket list
• Looks great on your resumé!
• Oprah did it!
• What does not kill you makes you stronger
• You’ll be in the best shape of your life
• A great preparation for an ultra-marathon
• You’ll have something to brag about
• Show the world that marathoning is non-fiction!
• Use it to quit smoking
• Playing the song “Chariots of Fire” while you run your last mile/
• Have a laugh and cross the finish line running backwards!
• Do it for the men/ladies
• Meet new and interesting people
• Finally put a decent distance in your running log
• Because it’s a really good excuse to buy new clothes
• Why should the Kenyans have all the fun?
• Because toenails are for sissies
• So for the rest of your life you can start whatever story you want
with “Well, when I ran my first Marathon…
• For the free drinks along the way
• To get that “26.2″ tattoo
• To be a small part of a big legend
• Because 20 years from now, you’ll be shocked you were ever in such
• It’s better than a poke in the eye!
• There is only one person you’re truly accountable to: yourself
• It puts things in perspective
• To save yourself from the growing obesity epidemic
• Experience the emotion of giving your all to yourself
• Conquer your laziness
• A great way to kill time
• Ask the right questions
• Jump in!
• Bond with your friends
• You will be happy you did!
• A care-free experience
• A good reason to throw a party!
• A wonderful icebreaker!
• A good reason to escape a nagging spouse!
• Become invincible
• Break some conventional rules (1)!
• Break some conventional rules (2)!
• Boost your “WaaWooMeter”
• Compete with Tom Cruise!
• There can be miracles when you believe…
• Would you prefer to sky dive instead?!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Congratulations everyone on a well run race. The next five weeks are the toughest but most important part of our training where we take that step beyond the half marathon and towards a full 26.2. Next Saturday is a tough run because we jump up 2 miles to 15, then for the next three weeks we add a mile each week. I will also talk about increasing your miles on one of your runs during the week (if you run 4-5 miles you should increase to 5-6 miles).
These might be the toughest three weeks of our training, we will work harder then ever on Wednesdays and run the most miles of our training in the next 19 days.
Keep pushing forward, these are tough times in our training. We are sore, we have aches and pains but we keep putting one foot in front of the other. It will pay off, it will be worth it, I promise you.
The above are excerpts from a couple of the emails that our fearless leader has sent out in the past few weeks. He must be some sort of prophet or something...
Despite having used words like scared, terrified, and daunted to describe this journey; I think I've underestimated it. But, my struggles right now are not a function of aches, pains, or sore muscles. Other than some general fatigue at times, I'm feeling great. My struggles right now are of the mental variety.
Last weekend's 17 miler did leave me feeling this is more manageable, but the marathon is consuming my thoughts. Some of this mental consumption is courtesy of my husband, who is currently obsessing over whether or not we should run together, and what our pace should be. But, anyone who know me knows that I need no assistance whatsoever to be a complete head case. I am obsessing over what to eat, what do drink, getting enough sleep, worrying that I'm taking too much time away from my kids, fear that my mind is going to completely sabotage me, and the list goes on and on and on... I'm even obsessing over the obsessing and worrying about the mark I'm leaving on myself and those around me!
To elaborate on the kid thing... we do sprint and hill workouts with the group on Wednesday nights, and long runs on Saturday mornings. My eight year old son has baseball on Wednesday nights, and my five year old daughter has soccer on Saturday mornings. We thankfully have a 'village' of amazing people who have been quick to volunteer to help us out with these scheduling challenges. The fabulous Klukow family has been awesome and always willing to do whatever needed to help get the J-man to baseball. My parents have jumped right into the role of soccer mom, carting Elise to and from soccer. It's all good and well, but I can't help but have a little mommy guilt about not taking care of this stuff on my own and being more present for my kids.
I've titled this post 'Doldrums.'
dol·drums[dohl-druhmz, dol-, dawl-] Show IPA
My definition is slightly different. More appropriate for me would be:
on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean, with no wind in the sails and no land in sight
Consistent with my behavior, this is exaggerating a bit. The end is in sight and I do have wind in the sails. Fellow run clubber Becca says it quite well in her recent blog post. Just two more really long runs left, then the taper, then the marathon. I just need to keep putting one foot in front of the other and not get ahead of myself!