tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50567503936101810022024-02-19T07:19:00.359-08:00Violin RunningTennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-52189948960707414022015-04-24T15:51:00.000-07:002015-04-24T15:51:55.941-07:00My Boston MomentI have no idea how to start or end this Race Review. I am still overwhelmed by the race, the experience, my run and that city. We arrived in Boston 4 days early to do some sightseeing. We saw historical sights, drove the coast to New Hampshire and Maine, and ate incredible seafood. I also had the opportunity to meet some incredible Loopsters (online Runner's World Loop blog friends). The Loopster meets would become essential in my final race preparation. Thank you to all of those that offered advice and support.<br />
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The day before the race, the unimaginable happened. Ryan got the stomach bug. Ended up finally puking at 8:00pm...14 hours before THE Boston Marathon...seriously. He had eaten only breakfast so he was planning to run the next day on zero calories, zero carb stores. He had trained so hard and was determined to run, but we both knew that even if he was able to stomach alot of calories at breakfast that it wouldn't last for 26 miles at his maximum effort. </div>
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Ryan was in the first wave so he left our rental apartment before me. I followed about a half hour later. </div>
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So many thoughts in my head. I'd been told by some: "You can't PR on this course...it's just too hard." "The crowd is too distracting to run your best time here, it's too easy to get involved with them." "You go to Boston for the experience...not to run your best." </div>
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Are you kidding me? Why the heck did I train so hard to find this out the week of the race? And anyway, ShaunP45 had told me that the hills in Boston were nothing compared to those in Colorado and New Mexico and that he didn't even really know he'd run up one. And if no one PRd at Boston, then why was Boston still happening...I mean really. And I'm going to Boston to do what I trained to do. I have PRd every. single. time. that I have run a marathon; no stopping me now. </div>
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I had shipped a box of throwaway clothes so we could just have carryon luggage. The box had yoga mats to lay on at athletes village, plus hats, gloves, down vest, and of course pants and shirts for both of us. Well, great planning but the box never came. Actually it did...the day AFTER the marathon!!! Thank you USPS...they said it'd take 4 days to get there and it took 13. Way to go. Once the weather report came out...48 degrees all day with 20-30 mph wind and "soaking rain" we headed to Goodwill and Walgreens to get more clothes and rain parkas.</div>
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Riding the buses out to Athlete's Village in separate waves was weird...honestly it felt sort of like Concentration Camp. Loading separate buses, making up a possible meeting space and kissing him goodbye "I will find you." haha. I did find him right along the fence line that we had agreed upon. It started to rain shortly after. We huddled together to stay warm eating bananas and bagels. Soon, his wave was called and again I had to say goodbye and wait my turn. I was worried about him as I knew this race would be a soul searching day for him...no carb stores, rainy weather, and chilling wind. My wave was called and I headed to my corral. We had to walk about 3/4 of a mile to the start. I was getting overwhelmed that I was headed to THE starting line of the greatest running race on Earth. How did I get here? </div>
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I hit the final group of porta-potties for one last pee and headed to the corral. The announcer told us that we were 2 minutes away from our start and that we should move forward in our corrals with our new best friends. There were girls on either side of me. We put our arms around each other and I said "Good luck new best friends. May today be everything you ever dreamed of." The people of Hopkinton were on their porches singing, playing music and cheering. We hadn't even started yet and I was already seeing more of a crowd than I ever have at any race I'd done. Moments later, we were off. </div>
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The downhill, the crowds, the forests, the old beautiful New England homes, the screams, the yells, the RAINDROPS hitting my face...WHAT THE HECK???? I mean, I knew it was coming but why so soon...it was only mile 2. I told myself it didn't matter. I ran 34 miles through a sandy canyon with wet feet. I can do this. I trained in snowstorms and windstorms. I can do this. Great opening miles. I let myself go on the downhill...I held back on the downhill at the beginning of Colfax marathon and I think that hurt me in the end. Rebecca (Running with Music) had told me that as long as I'd trained hills that I should go ahead and go my pace right away. I knew that no hills in Boston would be like the hills I have at home so I planned on hitting pace right away. I would let myself cruise a little extra on the downhills and I would push up the hills but not overexert myself. My 5k average was exactly what it should have been: 7:30 per mile. I though of my friends and family at home getting my splits as I ran over the first time strip and I grinned that I was so accurate. They knew what I was there to do...run 7:30s and break 3:20.</div>
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Around mile 4 I took a gel way too fast and choked myself. I was gasping for air...the gel was pluggin my airway. I grabbed water at the aid station and had to pull off the side of the road. I was choking and gasping. Hundreds of people were running past me. I drank water and coughed hard. I had to some serious self talk "Tennille, you idiot. You can't take gel that fast. This is Boston. Pull yourself together and catch up." And I did. Back at it. It would end up my 2nd slowest mile in the race.</div>
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Framingham was off the hook. So loud. Every school kid, teenager, grandparent and puppy was outside to cheer us through their town square. I couldn't believe the enthusiasm for thousands of people that they don't even know. Who am I? Why are they cheering for me? </div>
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10k timing strip...exactly on pace. 7:31 average. Holy crap. I am doing what I wanted to do at Boston. </div>
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I had taken off my extra shirt before the rain began. It was a throw-away but I decided to tie it around my waist in case the wind picked up at the end. I had to unpin and repin my bib and did a terrible job. Kept trying to redo it...it was crooked, it was sticking out, it was too tight, too high, too low, ugh. Seriously it's 2015. Can't we come up with something better than this??? </div>
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Mile 10 had passed and all the sudden I was at 12. I feel a tap on my shoulder and it's my "new best friend" from the start. I asked how she was doing and she said great. What happened to 11? I don't know but the race was going by too fast. I'd be in Wellesley in no time and that was halfway. At 12.1, I heard something ahead like I had never heard before and can't be described. Screaming...non-stop...like wind through the cracks of an old barn. When I reached the Scream Tunnel, my watch read 12.6. I could hear them a full half a mile away. I imagine when the weather is nice that it's even louder but I couldn't imagine that right now. It was so loud. I am pretty sure my jaw was dropped as I ran past. Runners were grabbing kisses and high fives and there were so many funny signs. "Kiss me I'm a math major." haha.</div>
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Halfway and my shoes were going pshhh, pshshh with every step. Totally soaked. No point in trying to stay out of the puddles now. It wouldn't matter. The rain was really coming down. My new turquoise Newton visor had been continuously dripping water since mile 5. I hit halfway. 1:38:xx. Yes. I can SO do this for 13 more miles. Left hamstring was nagging a little but nothing serious.</div>
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I was getting concerned about the wind. I knew as we neared the coast it could get worse so I was trying to bank as many fast miles until then. We hit Newton and passed the fire station and I could only grin. I had given alot of high fives and was taking in every beautiful town along the way. Natick's clock tower, beautiful huge homes, gorgeous tall trees. This race was incredible. The hills...hmmm...were more like slight inclines to this high-altitude-New-Mexico-girl. As I plunged up Heartbreak Hill, I wasn't completely sure that it was it until I read a sign that said "This hill can't break your heart." People in the crowd were yelling my number, 11792. "Go 11792." "Way to kill it 11792." "Go 11792 girl...you got this." I plowed ahead. I felt amazing. This was nothing. These people need to go run the hill at mile 22 in Denver's Colfax Marathon. I'd like to start calling it "Soul-crushing hill". Anyway, this Heartbreak Hill had nothing on me. I got to the top and asked "Was that it?" and a guy in the crowd said "YES you're done...go runner!!" I gave a bunch of high fives and stomped through puddles, letting them splash. Everyone was saying it was all downhill from there. I felt so good except for that left hamstring but it's been like this for months so I knew it wasn't going to effect me today.</div>
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I began doing the math. How slow could I run and still break 3:20? Hmm....8:00s? 8:15s? "Tennille, you idiot. GO! Run! This is Boston. No calculating how to make it easier. You go hard the whole way." At the same time, my nose was so cold I couldn't sniff anymore. My hands were completely frozen and my toes had not been warm since I was in bed that morning but my legs felt fine and that's all that mattered. There were moments that the wind mixed with the rain flirted with being soul-crushing. Luckily whenever it started to get to me, I'd head over to the side and get some high fives from adorable children and incredible racing fans. I even saw a beautiful golden retriever holding a Boston Strong flag in his mouth. Ahead I could hear another "scream tunnel", I knew it must be Boston College. It was so loud...and incredibly exciting. I high-fived hundreds of students and I was flying down that hill. My legs didn't even care about this downhill. Quite a few of my long runs ended with a downhill 3 mile stretch from running buddy Allison's house where I would often flirt with marathon pace. That paid off big time. I felt great....I mean I was tired but my legs had so much pop in them still. I come around a bend and see the famous Citgo sign. Um...it's HUGE!!! I had no idea it'd be so giant. I was getting so excited and picturing the finish line in my head. Would I smile? Would I throw my hands in the air? The faster I run, the sooner I will be there and the sooner I can get on warm clothes. I was so cold. The wind was brutal to the bone through my wet clothes. Everyone around me looked freezing too. I passed the "One mile to go" sign and realized if I pushed that I might break 3:18. That'd be more than I could have ever hoped for. </div>
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I arrived at the famous right onto Hereford St and felt like I was running on a cloud. When I arrived at the famous left onto Boylston and saw the banners lining both sides of the street, I was holding back tears and trying hard to just breathe. What a moment. What a street. The crowd was so loud. I was waving and the crowd would roar. I gave more high fives up the right side of the street. I was trying to take it all in. Then on my left was "my new best friend" from the starting line and she said "Hey new best friend, congratulations!" How crazy in these thousands of runners we would start and end together? I crossed the line, head held high with the biggest smile ever. When I looked down to stop my watch it said 3:17:59. Only time will tell what my official shows up as but I was SOOOO happy. And freezing. I started to shiver and shake. I grabbed a bottle of water and drank the whole thing. I kept walking. Wow. I mean, I COULD walk. This was a first. I usually can't walk at all. I was tight but I could actually walk almost like a normal person. I got my medal and posed for a quick photo. The volunteers were all so amazing. So nice. So genuine. A girl had one of the heat shields open and helped me into it. She velcroed it and pulled my hood on. I was so thankful. The wind was terrible. I have never been so cold in my life. No day of skiing compares with this. The soaking wet clothes and no energy left to produce warmth was turning out to be miserable.</div>
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I exited the runner's area as soon as possible. I had to walk a half mile to get home. Three different medics asked if I was ok. Each time looking me in the eye and making sure I meant it when I said "yes." So amazing. The support. After I got out of the family meeting area, a hotel doorman was urging runners to use the hotel lobby to get warm. "Please come in. You don't need to have a room here. Please come get warm." I couldn't believe this. So inviting. So welcoming. So generous. It was frigid though and many runners were hypothermic. I'm sure my temp was low but I asked one medic if my lips were blue and he said no so I figured I could keep going. I turned the next little corner and was hit with a ridiculous amount of wind. I couldn't take it. I ducked into the next hotel lobby where a bunch of other runners were. I took the cape off and started to put stuff down. I though maybe the white top around my wait might be dry on the back and that I could put it on. I couldn't untie it. This girl from Toronto CA whose husband had run came over and helped me. I asked her to help me sit down and she did. It felt good. I looked over and another runner had to be suffering from hypothermia...I mean I was shivering and my entire body was convulsing with the shivers, but this guy looked bad. I was actually very mentally ok too. Usually I'm super emotional and all over the place but I knew exactly where I needed to go and what I needed to do. I took my watch off and visor off and headband off and the nice girl helping me took my shirt off for me and helped me put my more-dry shirt on. It was damp, but not dripping wet. I tied the wet one around my waist and sat a bit longer with her husband's heat shield doubled on my legs with mine. After what seemed like only about 5 minutes, I decided I needed to get moving. I hadn't eaten and knew I would crash if I stayed too long. I was still shivering but I asked the doorman to pull up google maps on his phone so I knew exactly how far I needed to go...I needed my mile markers...lol. I left the hotel and only went about 100 yards before I saw the subway station that is only .4 from our apartment. I cut through the station. I stopped in the middle for a moment to get warm. I made it. Ryan was waiting. He was showered and dressed and not shivering so I knew there was hope. I began dropping everything on me and went straight to the warm shower. </div>
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Ryan had run great for 16 miles and then his body was empty. He jogged in the last 10 miles. He walked some and pushed through. I'm so incredibly proud of him. I would have been so broken-hearted and that weather would have been the last straw for me. I am not sure I would have endured. He said he had come all that way, and paid that entry fee so he wanted to finish...whatever it took. He said other runners would pat him on the back and push him ahead and say "Run!" The crowd cheered him on and worked to lift his spirit. </div>
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I am still flying high on what an amazing race and experience this was. From the day we decided to do this race, we said that we were only going to do it ONCE. So much of the motto stuff this year read "There's only one." It seemed like it was specifically for us...this ONE Boston. </div>
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I am so thankful for Pfitzinger's Advanced Marathoning and how it worked for me; how I hit my taper right on; how I gave the finger to the rainy weather and did what I planned to do at Boston. </div>
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And now for the splits. When I saw my sister's facebook feed after the race and then looked at the text alerts she was getting, I realized her excitement. She knew I was on pace and she and many friends were cheering me on on fb during the race:</div>
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Endomondo tells me where my fastest sections of the race were. The fastest 13.1 was through the middle..mile 5-18. The craziest thing was that my fastest mile was form 25.2-26.2 (or on my watch 25.47-26.47) and it was a 6:58. Are you kidding me????? I have always aimed to just keep the last mile under 8...and this was under 7. I cried when I saw it. </div>
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On December 6th I ran my 2014th mile for the year...in the midst of a 14-miler...funny how that worked out. (As of today I'm up to 2115).</div>
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I started Pfitzinger's Advanced Marathoning 18-week program this week to get my Boston on. I have been doing a nice slow build-up since the Ultra I ran in October and am feeling pretty good. Somehow I had a little time to set up my tree....and Sentry has posed for about a billion-and-a-half photos since that day.</div>
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Sentry also enjoys his post-run cuddles on the sofa. 92-pounds is kinda of a lot for a "lap dog."</div>
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The current Newton rotation. I have always been a Gravity girl until I tried the Distance for racing. Then I decided to try the new Fate for recovery. I'm loving this rotation!!!!</div>
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Christmas is full of big concerts. Here are all "my" kiddos at our performance at the Festival of Trees.</div>
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And a fun one of me with my favorite students, my sweet nephews. They are 6 and 10. </div>
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So, that's the happy parts of the last month or so. November was a month that rocked my soul to the core with sadness and darkness. I lost some people close to me. Two of my students lost their brothers and my students are all extended families and so my entire studio was in a rough place (and still is). I also lost one of my neighbors...a sweet woman who disappeared without a trace. I had to play my violin at the funeral of one of the kiddos, a 14 year old boy who accidentally took his own life. By far, the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I felt as if I had an outer-body experience...while I played, I was calm and strong and played well...the moment I was done playing I completely fell apart emotionally. Throughout the month, I ran to find solace in the Earth and my life. I ran for comfort. I ran to cry it out. And it helped. I welcome 2015 with open arms. I am thankful for my Sentry who cuddled with me when all I could do was cry and who ran with me when all I could do was run. I am thankful for wonderful friends. I am thankful for the greatest parents I could have ever been blessed with. I am thankful for amazing siblings and all that they do for me. I am overwhelmingly thankful for the greatest guy on Earth that chose me to spend his life with.<br />
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Do what you love.<br />
Stop at never.<br />
Hold on to those you love.<br />
<br />Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-84249656140817380982014-10-17T16:21:00.002-07:002014-10-17T16:21:36.557-07:00Canyon de Chelly 55k Ultra RRI have lived my entire life in the Southwest. I have lived most of those years just a few miles from the edge of the Navajo Reservation. When I discovered that there was a new Ultra through Canyon de Chelly in Arizona, I knew I wanted to do it (even though I have sworn many times that I would not run an ultra). The canyon is about 2 1/2 hours away and it's known for it's beauty but I'd never been there.<br />
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My preparation was worse than crappy. I have been nursing an angry TFL since February and spent my time since Colfax Marathon in May trying to help it recover. After cutting back mileage, then cutting back days, seeing a sports therapist, massage therapist, chiropractor, I gave up. I was entered in a Half Marathon already so I decided to run it and see how it went. Depending on how the hip was I would decide to run the first Ultra I had signed up for (8 weeks after the Half) or give up my spot to a waiting list runner. (The October race opened for entry in February for 150 runners...it filled in 52 minutes). I ran the Half and paced my running buddy to her best time by 5 minutes. I left her in the last mile and managed to finish only 3 minutes off my best time (not bad since I had been only doing easy runs for months). 1:38:21. Sore as ever the next day!!!! There was a lot of steep downhill mixed into some good climbs so my quads were ruined!<br />
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I managed to get a 16, 18 and 20 mile long run in preparation for my first ultra. Yep...that's it...I've done a heck of a lot more for every marathon I've ever run but I was concerned about adding too much mileage and getting a real injury or just plain being exhausted when I arrived at the starting line. So, I just chilled and worked more on my strategy of what I was going to have to do to be successful (fuel, gear, etc.).<br />
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Driving the 2.5 hours from our home in New Mexico past Shiprock and around the Chuska Mountains of Northeast Arizona, we had amazing views. The open landscape, red mesas and gorgeous blue skies were only preparing us for what we'd see the next day. We arrived at packet pickup and Shaun Martin (Navajo runner, coach, and race director) greeted us. We got our bibs and waited for the evening ceremony to begin. <br />
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Other runners chatted with us about the race (some had done it the year before). At one point, another runner asked what other trail races I'd done....um....crap....really....{as I frantically scan my library of races in my head sure that there is a trail run in there somewhere....but there isn't} .....um....I finally answer "None. This is my first trail race." Her response: "Oh....well, what other Ultras have you run? Any around here?" Me: "Uh......no this is my first Ultra too." She looked dumbfounded (and I'm pretty sure I did too). What was I thinking??? I'm going to go run 8 miles further than I ever have, on less training than I ever have, through sand. Good idea. Ok. Let's do it tomorrow. I actually wasn't questioning myself...seemed totally logical.<br />
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Weeks ago my brother had given me the best advice when I was discussing my concern in my lack of training and prep for this event. He said "You could run a lot further if you had to." He was right. I could. <br />
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Shaun told us the story of how the race came about. He discussed the Navajo culture of waking up before sunrise and running towards the east every morning. He told us about a day where he ran through Canyon de Chelly with a lot on his mind and was accompanied by a group of wild horses that ran with him for many miles. The entire experience was so overwhelming to him that he decided he wanted to put on an Ultra in that canyon and a few years later he did. He had tears in his eyes as he described the whole experience. The Canyon is sacred land and cannot be entered by non-Navajo without a permit and a Navajo guide and even then it's a jeep/truck tour where you rarely get out to put your feet on the ground. This was a rare opportunity for a bunch of white folks and their fancy running shoes to go prancing through this land. Shaun was a wonderful story teller; funny and personable and natural in front of the crowd. His father in law dressed in the native clothing and discussed more about the culture and sang some Navajo songs for us. I felt like I learned more about the Navajo culture that night than I had my entire life. <br />
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We stopped for some ice cream on the way back to our hotel and headed off to bed. I slept like total crap even though I wasn't nervous. I really wasn't. I was definitely excited to see the canyon but I wasn't concerned or stressed like I get before a marathon.<br />
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Up early, we had some oatmeal and bananas and made sure everything was ready to wear and that our drop bags were loaded with whatever you're supposed to put in one of those things????? I had a bag of my favorite potato chips (Boulder Avacado Oil), and an extra pair of shoes and socks, plus extra Tailwind.<br />
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We got to the start in time for the Navajo blessings facing east. The words were soft as they sang towards the rising sun. The sunrise was beautiful. We stood quietly listening for probably 15-20 minutes. Humbling and empowering. I was ready to see the canyon. We were encouraged to yell as we entered the canyon and to yell whenever we felt like it to announce ourselves to the spirits.<br />
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We stood in a giant wash...I mean GIANT. Shaun counted down 3-2-1 and off we went, all yelling. As we "ran" up this wash for the next few miles, the red canyon walls began to appear growing around us...starting at 6 inches high, and then growing. The cottonwoods in the canyon were beginning to yellow and against the red rock walls, they glowed in the sunrise. Around mile 4, we got to witness the wild horses. They were grazing under the cottonwoods and as we ran by, they decided to join us...only for a few hundred yards but they were beautiful and after hearing Shaun's story the night before, it was a special moment in the canyon. When we arrived at the first aid station (mile 5.5), Shaun was there waiting for us. By this time, the canyon walls were probably 500 feet high and I exclaimed how beautiful it was. Shaun told me to just wait...that they'd get at least twice as high. We ran and ran, and around every new corner I found myself saying "Wow" or "Beautiful" or "Amazing" or "This place is captivating" or "I feel so lucky to be seeing this". Our feet were still dry and we were mostly running on two-lane jeep road now where we frequently crossed the wash. Around mile 11 my left knee started to hurt...no idea. I have never had knee pain before. It wasn't debilitating, just annoying, so it didn't really slow us down. Shortly after the second aid station (mile 12ish), the water crossings began. I think there were about 12 in the next 4 miles. We rounded a corner and ran towards the famous Spider Rock....a very tall rock spire. Gorgeous. When we reached mile 15ish, we turned onto a single track and began our 1200 foot climb (in less than a mile) out of the canyon and onto the rim. It was pretty technical...loose rocks and many deep grooves from the fall rainstorms. We began to see the race leaders coming down the climb, headed back to the start/finish. One of them said as he ran by: "Best view in ultra running is straight ahead." When we reached the top, there was Shaun waiting for every runner. He told Ryan and I that we looked relaxed and fresh. I felt relaxed and fresh. The view was spectacular. You could see the canyon stretching with its long arms both directions (at this point we were about halfway into the canyon so we were in the middle of a "spider" of canyons). I changed my socks but kept the wet shoes on as I liked that pair better and they were going to get wet again in a mile anyway. My socks had gotten super fine mud in them on one of the water crossings and thought with 17 miles to go I should probably try to get rid of that. I ate about 25 of my favorite chips and then left the bag for others to enjoy. Down the climb was really aggravating the knee. The big down-steps and jumps were getting painful. Finally we reached the bottom and were able to start running again. Based on all the people we had seen before and after us, we'd determined we were around 50 or 60th place (not that we really cared). We got through all the water crossings again and passed some runners. As we neared the mile 23 aid station, things began to ache. My mind and body were fully aware that we were entering the zone of being on our feet for longer than ever before, that my training was...well....not much, and that we still had more than 10 miles to go. Still, I found myself with my jaw dropping open in awe at the beauty of this place. About a mile before the aid station at 28.5, we both ran out of water. It was getting hot. My knee was still aching but wasn't getting worse; just annoying. We made it to the aid station and filled our bottles multiple times. The cross country team from Chinle was running the aid station and they were nice kids...chatting with us and helping us with what we needed. We started having some walk breaks with about 5 miles to go. We'd allow only a quarter mile at a time and then made ourselves run at least .75 of a mile. Ryan said he thought I was doing better than he was. I loved having him through this entire thing. To share the beauty of this place with someone; to share this experience with my favorite person in the entire world. He ran a PR in a marathon only 3 weeks before so I imagine his body wasn't fully recovered for this type of event. We were passing the 6 hour mark and knew what we had to do to stay under 7 hours (my goal). We pushed on as the canyon walls got lower and the sun grew warm. Some cloud cover was creeping in and we had some good shade for the last few miles when we were in the thick of the sandy wash. We finally round the last corner and could see the finish line, we ran it in. Finish time: 6 hours 44 minutes. 52nd and 53rd place. As we crossed, Shaun gave us both a hug and decorated us with Navajo turquoise necklaces all hand-beaded by him and his family. By far, the most special finisher's medal I will ever receive.<br />
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So much community went into this race. The melons at every aid station were grown by one of Shaun's friends on a hillside right next to the canyon. The awards were all made locally (jewelry, moccasins and rugs). The volunteers on the course were all runners or friends and were so helpful and genuine. This RR is lame...I can't explain so much of this experience and why it moved me so much. Every step of the journey made me love running more and made me want to run more to celebrate life. I know that this run made me a better runner and a better person. It was refreshing to step onto a course with such history and meaning for the love of this sport. I feel so honored to have had this experience...words just can't express. <br />
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In my swimming days, as a sprinter, I couldn't believe anyone would run a marathon (I didn't even know how far a marathon was) and swore I'd never do anything like that. I read Born to Run and that changed me. After my first marathon, I swore I'd never do an Ultra, but from the moment I read about Canyon de Chelly, I knew I had to try. I told Ryan for months before this race that this would be the only one. Turns out, if you go back a second year, you get a coral necklace....I love coral.<br />
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the start of the cliffs</div>
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Ryan running in the cottonwood carriageways...loved this part!!</div>
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me!!!</div>
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me and Spider Rock</div>
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red cliffs and cottonwood...and southwest blue sky!</div>
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a short video from mile 30...just to remind myself that we were still running</div>
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towards the end of the wash. Canyon walls getting smaller and the clouds coming in.</div>
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Our sweet gaiters! I'd never worn them before but I was sure glad I did for all this sand! Totally worth the $20.</div>
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most treasured finisher's medal</div>
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My 6th marathon:</div>
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Goals: Break 3:20. Place in the top 15 women. Place in my age group.</div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2453">Not sure where to start or end this thing.....</span></div>
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Weather...low of 52 and high of 84. 52 is a pretty warm marathon start in my opinion. I was a little worried but the forecast ended up calling for mostly cloudy which it was until the last 8 or so miles. Weather ended up fine. I was never hot and never cold. Pretty comfortable after all.</div>
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Things with my body were ok but not perfect. A few little things weren't right and my legs just didn't feel fresh from the start. I also didn't have my "normal" breakfast. I ALWAYS have milk with breakfast as it keeps my stomach settled and I love my dairy all the time. And like an idiot at the grocery store the night before I bought OJ and bananas and bagels...but NO MILK! Idiot. So I had OJ for breakfast and I was burping up acid all day. My stomach is NOT used to no milk....literally it's been years since I have gone a morning with no milk. At the grocery store I accidentally dropped one of the OJs and had to go to the deli to call for a clean-up and in the drama I forgot to get milk. For the first 10 miles I was breathing too hard and it just didn't seem as "easy" as it should have been. My legs just didn't have the usual "pop" of race day. Maybe they would have the next day, or the day before; but they were working so I just went with it (not like I had a choice). I was holding back on some miles but on other miles I was having to work in order to stay at 7:40s. </div>
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The Plan: </div>
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miles 1-6 hold steady at 7:40s on the downhill</div>
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miles 7-10 hold steady at 7:40s around the flat lake</div>
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miles 11-16 push a little to hold 7:40s on the UPhill</div>
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miles 17-20 let it rip....7:20 or faster....downhill</div>
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miles 21-26.2 fight with whatever I have left. Leave it all on the course for this 10k....mostly UPhill</div>
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This should put me around a 3:18 (allowing for some error). Previous best time 3:26. </div>
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I did pretty much as planned for the first 16 miles even though it seemed harder than it should have been. I don't usually breathe very hard for the first 10ish miles. Remember 10-16 is all uphill:</div>
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<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895rich-table-firstrow yiv5329595895splitsRow" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2504" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:0:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:0:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:36.3</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:0:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:0:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:36</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2505" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:1:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">2</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:1:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:37.4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:1:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:1:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:37</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2506" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:2:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">3</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:2:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:36.6</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:2:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:2:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:37</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2523" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:3:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:3:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:44.4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:3:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:3:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:44</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2524" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:4:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">5</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:4:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:38.9</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:4:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:4:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:39</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:5:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">6</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:5:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:37.7</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:5:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:5:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:38</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1400815915562_2525" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:6:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:6:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:50.2</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:6:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:6:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:50</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:7:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">8</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:7:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:36.2</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:7:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:7:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:36</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:8:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">9</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:8:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:32.9</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:8:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:8:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:33</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:9:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">10</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:9:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:34.9</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:9:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:9:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:35</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:10:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">11</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:10:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:41.1</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:10:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:10:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:41</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:11:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">12</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:11:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:41.6</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:11:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:11:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:42</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow yiv5329595895splitsRowHighlight" style="background-color: #e3f4ff; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:12:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">13</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:12:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:41.0</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:12:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:12:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:41</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:13:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">14</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:13:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:44.1</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:13:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:13:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:44</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:14:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">15</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:14:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:42.0</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:14:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:14:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:42</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:15:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">16</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:15:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:34.2</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:15:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:15:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:34</td></tr>
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The downhill started to get tough. I had managed to stomach gels at 7 and at 14 so I felt like I had some energy but my legs just weren't under me. I was aiming for UNDER 7:20 on the downhill. Just couldn't get it going. After 19 I had to have a little talk with myself. I actually walked through the aid station, took my gel and took TWO cups of water and drank both of them. I told myself I'd gone too far to stop or give up or settle. I had to push the last 10k as planned even though the downhill hadn't been what I wanted.</div>
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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="yiv5329595895rich-table" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: 0px solid white !important; color: #222222; empty-cells: show; font-family: 'Open Sans', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; height: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 0px;"><tbody id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:tb" style="width: 308.8888854980469px;">
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow yiv5329595895splitsRowSelected" style="background-image: url(http://connect.garmin.com/api/activity/component/splits/images/splits-highlight-bg.png); background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; height: 28px; text-shadow: rgb(124, 124, 124) 1px 1px 1px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:16:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">17</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:16:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:22.4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:16:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:16:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:22</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate yiv5329595895splitsRowHighlight" style="background-color: #e3f4ff; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:17:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">18</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:17:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:27.8</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:17:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:17:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:28</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:18:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">19</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:18:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:35.4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:18:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:18:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:35</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:19:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">20</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:19:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:31.1</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:19:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:19:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:31</td></tr>
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When I reached mile 23, my soul was crushing. I wanted it so bad but my legs just didn't have the kick. The last 6 miles are mostly uphill...slow grade but enough to make the wheels fall off. We had cloudy skies up to this point and the weather had remained pretty nice. I wasn't hot at all....why couldn't I go? </div>
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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="yiv5329595895rich-table" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: 0px solid white !important; color: #222222; empty-cells: show; font-family: 'Open Sans', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; height: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 0px;"><tbody id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:tb" style="width: 308.8888854980469px;">
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow yiv5329595895splitsRowSelected" style="background-image: url(http://connect.garmin.com/api/activity/component/splits/images/splits-highlight-bg.png); background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; height: 28px; text-shadow: rgb(124, 124, 124) 1px 1px 1px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:20:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">21</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:20:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:40.1</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:20:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:20:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:40</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:21:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">22</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:21:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:34.8</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:21:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:21:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:35</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:22:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">23</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:22:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">6:54.5</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:22:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:22:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">6:55</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate yiv5329595895splitsRowHighlight" style="background-color: #e3f4ff; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:23:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">24</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:23:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:01.7</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:23:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:23:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:02</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRow" style="height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:24:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">25</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:24:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">8:08.4</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:24:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:24:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">8:08</td></tr>
<tr class="yiv5329595895rich-table-row yiv5329595895splitsRowAlternate" style="background-color: whitesmoke; height: 28px;"><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:25:j_id266" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">26</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:25:t0" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">7:59.9</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:25:t1" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">1.00</td><td class="yiv5329595895rich-table-cell" colspan="1" id="yiv5329595895j_id264:normalTable:25:t2" rowspan="1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(229, 229, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-spacing: 2px; color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px; text-align: right;">8:00</td></tr>
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I got a total surprise shortly after 23, two of my old violin students that live in Denver now were on the course to cheer me on. I almost cried. I hadn't expected them (or anyone) at this point in the race. My head was hanging low as I rounded a corner in downtown and then I heard my name and looked up to see them. I gave high fives and told them how awesome they were for being there. I headed up the hill...pushing...using my arms to try and add more thrust. Their mom snapped a picture in my moment of happiness:</div>
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Finally out of downtown I had 1.5 to go. I had walked this street the day before and I thought we would NEVER get to the turn onto Vine Street. Felt like MILES!!!! Finally we got to the turn and I worked to pass as many 10-mile racers as possible. I was so done. I had nothing. I started to beat myself up and say mean things. Why wasn't it working? I was doing the math....was it even possible for me to break 3:20 anymore? Would I have to run a 5 minute mile to do it? No...just a 6:30. I tried. I "sprinted". I looked down....8:04 pace. Seriously. That's it legs? That's all you got. I round the corner to turn into City Park for the final mile. My parents are there and 4 of my brother's friends yelling and screaming. I'm shaking my head and almost in tears. (My parents account was that I was smiling and looked great....ha!) I go and go and go and go until I finally see the start (I think it's the finish)...it's not....no one is there...it's empty. Why is it empty? Where is everyone? WHERE IS THE FINISH??? I keep looking around the corner and there it is. I look at my watch. 3:20 has passed. My heart breaks. I keep pushing anyway. I cross the finish and stop to rest my hand on my knees. <b>3:21:45</b> A medic pats me on the back and asks nicely if I'm ok. I tell him I'm fine and that I just need a minute. He said to let him know if I needed anything and congratulated me. I got my medal and got waters. I had to ask people with nothing in their hands to open the waters. I couldn't do it. I couldn't really walk either. My legs were shot. I finally made my way over to the side of the finish chute and held on tight, lowered myself into a deep squat to rest my quads and stretch my calves. I immediately started to cry...sob really. I was so disappointed. I was hiding under my visor crying for like 5 seconds when a girl tapped my shoulder (she was wearing a 13.1 medal) and asked if I was ok...if I wanted to use her phone to call someone or anything. I told her I just needed to cry for a minute because once I found people I knew I wouldn't be able to. She giggled and gave me a little hug and told me congratulations. I got up (after crying for like 3 more seconds) and got some food. When I got out of the chute I couldn't find anyone. No Thomas (my brother). No Ryan (my husband). No parents. I stopped by a tree to drink some more water and sit down. As I leaned on the tree, I saw my brother through the crowd and he saw me. He came over to me and we hugged. He had gone 3:03 (he went 2:59 in January 2013). And let me know that he had passed Ryan around mile 20 and he hadn't seen him. This worried me since Ryan had trained so hard and was set-up so well to be 2:55. We finally found him. His stomach had been rough. He couldn't take any gels after mile 6. At 20 things fell apart. His arms and back were cramping and his pace slowed into the 9s. Not a great day for him. Ended up 3:11 (he was 3:01 in November).</div>
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Another friend of mine who has been a runner since 3rd grade and done probably 20 Halfs ran her first marathon. We love running together since we are both very competitive and love setting training and racing goals. She crossed in 3:41...a Boston cut as she will be turning 40 this fall. So extremely proud of her!!!</div>
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We walked back to our place and eventually found out that<b> I had won my age group and gotten 8th place woman and 68th overall.</b> I was so mad I didn't stay for awards...would've been so cool to go on the podium/stage they had set-up. I am happy, but humble. I left it all on that course. I couldn't have run faster (although it only would've taken 4 seconds per mile). I have to be satisfied because when I wanted to give up and slow down, I pushed harder....all the way to the finish. And I really can't be upset about a 5-minute PR. </div>
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....yep. For real. A PR in every race distance in the last 6 weeks. This Pfitzinger thing works for me like a very lucky charm.</div>
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Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-42495063555246157642014-04-19T19:33:00.003-07:002014-04-19T19:34:46.325-07:00Who needs taper? Albuquerque Half RRSo 2 weeks ago I raced myself at a 10k and went a PR by 2 minutes.<br />
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I haven't run a half marathon race since August 2012. (1:40:18)<br />
In November I ran my best half during the first half of a full marathon (1:39ish)<br />
Last weekend I had a long run with 14 miles at goal Marathon Pace (Colfax Marathon-Denver is in 4 weeks) and the 13.1 within was 1:38.<br />
6 days later (TODAY) was Albuquerque Half Marathon.....<br />
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I am finishing many 60+ mile weeks in a row and have never felt so good. Taper starts in one more week and I am SO excited.<br />
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The race was great in so many ways. <br />
I live 180 miles from Albuquerque but have spent quite a bit of time in this city.<br />
On the way to the race, there were hot air balloons flying...if you don't know about Albuquerque's HUGE Balloon Fiesta....it's amazing (in October every year). But even on non-balloon fiesta weekends, the balloons fly. Basically there are balloons flying on calm mornings all year around. I loved seeing them as we arrived at the race site.<br />
After being part of one of the STUPIDEST race starts ever (I won't go into the details of the ridiculous set-up), I kept looking at my watch thinking that I should be more tired, or breathing harder, or slowing down. Kept holding in the 7:15 range without having to strain myself. And let me just say that when I started running only 3 years ago, I NEVER thought I'd be holding under 8s for more than a mile, or two. The last couple marathons have been JUST barely under (7:59 or 7:58 averages). I kept remembering the post about running in a tutu from Lady Capulet...how running relaxed and having fun is key and to "let it go". I didn't have a tutu but I wore my cutest Athleta running skirt that has pleats in the back with a little ruffle (so kind of like a "tech" tutu). I kept smiling and reminding myself that this is what I train for and that the race shouldn't be about pressure, it should be about doing my best today...whatever that is in the middle of all this training. I had high expectations from the training runs I have been throwing down because Mr. Pfitzinger Advanced Marathon Training is AMAZING SPECTACULAR HARD-CORE THRILLING and FABULOUS. It has me in the best shape ever and my endurance is more than I ever thought possible. I finally "felt" like I'd had a 60 mile week when I got to mile 11, which was a 7:13 split so must have been mental. I followed that up with another 7:13.<br />
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Finish time: 1:35:30. So so so happy. I had told my dad that I was going to be VERY happy to break 1:37 but that I'd be happy just breaking 1:38 since I just ran the 1:38 only 6 days ago....so I was SUPER thrilled to break 1:36. <br />
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Managed 1st place in my age group (35-39) and something like the 8th woman overall. (The results were hard to see). AND I negative split. So happy!<br />
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Who needs taper to PR? Not me; thanks to Mr. Pfitzinger.<br />
Although, I gotta say, I am ready for taper mentally. And I'm sure my legs will enjoy it also. One more week and then it begins.<br />
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I love the medal from today:<br />
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<br />Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-42257087648718899032014-04-05T10:39:00.002-07:002014-04-05T10:39:15.715-07:00My Own 10k RRThis Pfitzinger Marathon training program has 3 tune-up races built-in to the program (2, 4 and 6 weeks before the marathon). Each tune-up race is supposed to be between 8k-15k. I found actual races for the 4 and 6 weeks out but for today I just couldn't find one. So....I made my own. I warmed up for 2 miles and headed to my favorite running spot. I cleared Garmin Girl and restarted her and went for it. Best 10k time was 43:24 but it was .1 short so I'm thinking my best is more like 43 high or 44 low. <br />
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Mile 1: 6:55<br />
Mile 2: 6:39<br />
Pretty sure I was running in place around mile 2.5....didn't think I was going to be able to hold on.<br />
Mile 3: 6:53<br />
Mile 4: 6:51<br />
Had one of my 8th grade violin students who runs track set-up to meet me for the last 2.2 miles. He is a 5:45 miler so I figured he could hang on under 7s for 2 miles.<br />
Mile 5: 6:50<br />
Mile 6: 6:42<br />
Last .2: 1:20<br />
<b>FINISH TIME: 42:18</b><br />
Holy toledo. So happy that these tired legs held on! 65 miles last week and 34 so far this week (43 including the 9 today) and I have 18 on the plan for tomorrow. <br />
Boy, oh boy, what fun to run a PR on a Saturday morning 10k....I even made myself nervous. I love racing the clock. Take that Garmin Girl!<br />
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Happy Saturday!!!!!Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-58862251963395995262014-04-03T10:08:00.002-07:002014-04-03T10:08:20.102-07:003 year Runiversary<div>
Runniversary:</div>
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2011: 546 miles (logged maybe a few hundred more before that but didn't have a garmin)</div>
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2012: 2136 miles</div>
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2013: 2013 miles (no coincidence there)</div>
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2014: 743 so far....gonna be a big year</div>
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My life has changed so drastically in the last 3 years. I have so much more focus and passion for everything I do. I am not one to half-a$$ anything so this running thing has really taken off. It gives me an escape from my life full of teaching children to play violin and from all the playing gigs. Running also has given me the ability to handle my nerves when I perform and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that. I struggled for a long time to play in performance like I do in rehearsal or in the practice room....now I perform even better. All I do is make sure and go for a long run the day of a performance and then I'm so exhausted that all I can do is focus on the music and play. I have no energy for nerves and no adrenaline in my body. I'm calm and can portray the music in the way I planned. Sorry...that was a little off-topic but definitely a benefit of running in my life.<div>
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The last 3 years has been full of many great races:</div>
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<b>1-mile: </b>I have never raced one but in my last 5k I went out in 6:18. I want to break 6:00...thinking of setting up an old-fashioned foot race with some friends and some students to give me the chance.</div>
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<b>5k:</b> numerous of these....haven't managed to break 20:00 yet but I want to so bad!! Since it seems I'm always training for a marathon I don't quite have the "speed" to do it. Maybe this year.... for now, I'm stuck at 20:32.</div>
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<b>10k:</b> I've run 4. Best is 43:24 but the course was .1 short so probably more like 44 and change. </div>
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<b>Half Marathon:</b> I've only done 3....best time was actually the first half of my last marathon 1:39:17. Almost broke this a few weeks ago on a MP run. I am signed up for the Albuquerque Half on April 18 and hope to PR with an official Half time.</div>
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<b>Marathon:</b> FIVE. I have run FIVE marathons in three years of being a runner. 3 years ago I had not run more than 4-5 miles at a time and that only happened when my whole family decided to sign up for the BolderBoulder 10k so I needed to "train" by going out and jogging a few times before race day. Ya. I was one of "those" people. After reading Born to Run and really decided to be a "runner", the goal was on the marathon and we immediately started a training program. 7 months later I ran my first full at Rimrock Marathon in Grand Junction, CO. I managed a 3rd place finish in the women (it's a small race) and wanted to break 4 hours. I know....everyone says not have a time goal on your first marathon (especially one with over 2000 feet of climb in the first half and that much drop in the second half) but I'm a competitor. I'm hard on myself. I have to have a goal. I have difficulty functioning without structure. I embrace the pain. And I love training hard. So I had a time goal....and I broke it by 20 minutes. I managed a 3:40 and made Boston....funny thing is I didn't even know what the Boston time was until later that evening when it finally settled in how fast I'd gone in my first race and that maybe I should look up the qualification time. I had made it by 16 seconds (these were the old times where anything under 3:40:59 made it in). Marathon #2 was Colfax Marathon in Denver 7 months later. 3:30. Marathon #3 was PFChangs Phoenix Rock n Roll 3:28. Marathon #4 was Shiprock New Mexico 3:26. Marathon #5 was Santa Clarita, CA 3:26. #6 is right around the corner...6 1/2 weeks to go. Heading back to Denver for Colfax again. Looking forward to running the same course for a second time and feel like I might benefit from knowing what's ahead.</div>
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Running is something that Ryan and I discovered together. We both read Born to Run and we both fell in love with the sport together. It's "our" thing and I love it.</div>
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Thank you Loopsters for everything. The support and kindness I feel here is overwhelming. I love talking running with people who understand. I love having a place to come with questions and for advice. I love sharing in your victories and losses. Thank you for 3 wonderful years....and many more to come.</div>
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1. Sign of spring (Running buddy Allison, and husband Ryan in the shot too)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2. Something out of place. A wooden cow in this front yard. And a shopping cart at least 1/2 mile from any retail stores.</div>
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3. Something with at least 4 colors. I'm wearing orange, red, yellow and blue (the skirt doesn't look blue from the weird cloudy sky but it is).</div>
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4. A favorite place to run. Berg Park Riverwalk. I spotted 6 deer bedded down in the trees. Look close.</div>
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5. A fancy house or building.....some bonus points here....first of all, this is New Mexico people so aside from the very old Native American Ruins, the oldest homes around are late 1890s. This shot is of my house...built in 1907 (which I assume is older than AliKate's great-grandmother) and happens to be one of the 10 oldest homes in town. Cool part is, this is MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE (and great-grandfather's) that has always been in the family. The house on the right is the 2nd oldest house in town (built in 1897). </div>
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6. Something with one of the letters v, w, x or z. Double whammy. Well, we happen to drive two VW cars.....zoom in REAL close to see the symbols on the cars.</div>
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Yes we started and ended our run here, but we also ran by it around mile 20 to drop our dork (hydration) packs for the last 2 miles (when I took the picture).</div>
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7. A green car.....we saw SOOOO many that we stopped taking photos....here are a few:</div>
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8. Something with numbers than can be combined to make 10. This is actually the house my Dad's family home...it's a Bed and Breakfast now and could also count as a pretty "fancy" house. The address is 505 (5+0+5=10), but New Mexico's area code is 505 which I think is also cool. Also has a sign of spring on the trees.</div>
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Also when we got home and I stopped my watch it was exactly 22.06 miles.....2+2+0+6=10. Hmm. Handy that.<br />
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9. Something with a Loop in it. Potty-stop at the tennis courts and saw their tennis-racket-loopy handrails:<br />
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10. Something making a funny face. This tar in the pavement is less than a mile from our house and we run past it often. Love it.<br />
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11. Something sarcastic....no photo here. Could've been the lady at the Bar (literally) inside the hotel that we stopped at around mile 18 as we were out of water that called our hydration bottles "baby bottles". </div>
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<br />Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-22793890363945556502014-03-27T07:35:00.001-07:002014-03-27T07:35:29.750-07:00Dear Mr. PfitzingerDear Mr. Pfitzinger,<br />
What have you done to me? And why do I love you so? I run and run and run and run. I get bored with myself running so many double digit runs each week. I feel exhausted and think there is no way I can even think of running a MP run for one mile....I warm-up and then somehow run 12 beautiful miles at or under my MP. Why did you do this to me? How did you do it? I can't say that I won't care about the outcome of this next marathon (Colfax Marathon in Denver May 18) but I am so happy with how well I am running throughout the training that I feel a lot less pressure about having a great race. This whole running thing is about selfish-little-me anyway so as long as I'm enjoying it and making measurable progress, I'm a happy girl and I thank you for that. I don't know how you designed a program so perfect for me. I felt like for the first 6-8 weeks that you were slapping me across the face and telling me how out of shape I was and that I needed to run more; so I did what you told me. You tell me what my heart rate should be and what paces I should be running. You make everything so clear. You know me so well. You push me through the hardest and lowest days and then a day later I have a game-changing run; a confidence run; a run that reminds me why I love this sport.<br />
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Thank you for being so wonderful...<br />
Love,<br />
TennilleTennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-1274379828271251472014-01-29T12:18:00.000-08:002014-01-29T12:18:55.044-08:00The Week of the EagleI have been logging hundreds of miles lately at 'The River Walk' (aka Berg Park). Three rivers converge near and in Farmington, NM and they have built some beautiful wide dirt pathways (Wordquota has posted some beautiful pictures from there) that line the river for about 6 miles. The paths are lined with huge Cottonwoods, some Russian Olives (that they are always working to remove), some Salt Cedar (also invasive and being removed all the time), and a few Elm trees. The morning school traffic has been "driving" me crazy lately and the river walk allows me to avoid it all so that's where I've been throwing down some big numbers.<br />
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So, why the week of the Eagle?<br />
1. Last Wednesday was 12 miles (a mid-effort progression run from MP+20% down to MP+10%). I spotted many bird watchers at the river that morning. Woodpeckers, a hawk, and the usual ducks and geese. As I neared mile 11, I came upon a few guys with jaws dropped staring up into a tree. I glanced over my shoulder to see what it was and immediately slammed on the breaks next to them and my jaw dropped also. Not 20 feet away (like 5 feet horizontally and 15 feet vertically) was a Golden Eagle. Now, this is the first time I have ever seen a Golden in real life. We have quite a few pairs of Bald Eagles that live here along the river and even when they were fighting extinction a few years back, I think they recorded like 18 pairs living here...so a good population. I see them soaring high above, not often, but every now and then. But this was a Golden....munching on a small bird or fish. Didn't seem to care about us watching at all. What a sight.<br />
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2. Sunday long run....16 mile long run. 8 miles around town easy, then 8 miles at MP at the River Walk. Around mile 11 I spot a Bald Eagle on the end of a Cottonwood Tree branch overhanging the river. They are so polished and perfect looking. Every feather in place. The white...so white. The yellow beak and talons...so bright. Every grey feather perfectly symmetrical. Wow. I changed my course to circle back a second time, and then a third time all within about 10 minutes. So amazing. (and I schooled this run, by the way...my MP portion was beautifully perfect!)<br />
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3. Today. 13 miles (mid-effort progression again). Had 11 yesterday mid-effort too. So, today I'm pooped. Ran the first 6 with Sentry around downtown and had a lost King Charles Cavalier Spaniel chasing us for-what-seemed-like-ever! Had to drop down into 6:30 pace to lose the little sucker. Probably hasn't been on a walk in months (from the sound of his long nails on the pavement) so he was making the best of it. Ended up feeling wrecked after losing the little beast. Dropped Sentry off and had a quick potty break at the house and headed to the River Walk. Mile 10.5 I'm feeling totally trashed. My pace is slow, my heart rate is high. I am pretty sure my oatmeal is long gone and I'm beat. I choose to take my favorite trail with tall Cottonwoods draping over the walk from both sides, close to the river. And then I saw him. The same Bald Eagle from the other day. But this time soaring over the water. He makes a wide swooping turn and lands on the very same branch where I saw him Sunday. Made my day....my week. <br />
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Three eagles in one week but I'm still tired. <br />
Then I saw this quote:<br />
THE STRUGGLE YOU'RE IN TODAY IS DEVELOPING THE STRENGTH YOU NEED FOR TOMORROW.<br />
Bam. Got it.<br />
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<br />Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-84814745046043750342014-01-20T11:42:00.002-08:002014-01-20T11:42:32.110-08:00Trying the Pfitzinger PlanAfter five marathons, I decided to step it up. I used Brad Hudson's Running Faster from the 5k to the Marathon for my first two with great success. Then I used The Hansons Marathon Method for the last 3 and didn't get what I wanted even though I had great training sessions and felt great. So, after hours and hours of research I am going to try Pfitzinger's Advanced Marathon Method. There are a few plans. I am doing the 18 week 54-70 miles per week plan. Lots of focus on endurance building and many medium and long runs. Hansons had lots of quality runs and pace runs and Pfitzinger has a lot less. Supposedly the two programs compliment each other very well. If you've done one, it will shock your body doing the other, and hopefully make you faster. First week was last week. 54 miles. Good stuff. Tired legs from quite a few lengthy runs. I feel good though and can see how these "medium/long runs" holding prescribed paces based on my marathon goal pace work to build fitness, endurance, mental focus and strength. There are 2-4 of these each week ranging from 9-20 miles. These are basically progressive runs starting at 20% above MP and ending the last few miles at 10% above MP. Colfax Marathon in Denver has some good hills so I'm doing a lot of hills on these runs. I am going to try to run flat on the two 5-mile recovery runs each week to give myself the best rest. This is opposite of what I used to do (which seems ridiculous in my brain now). I always did my tempo runs on flat courses to be as consistent as possible and would do recovery on hills since pace didn't matter and to work different muscles. I am just trying to change everything up this time around to try and get the results I want.<br />
Anyone ever tried Pfitzinger? I'd love to hear what you thought of it if you have.<br />
Happy Running Everyone!Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-34947765482636695172013-12-30T12:35:00.001-08:002013-12-30T12:35:09.758-08:002013...miles that isYes. It's true. 2013 miles for the year. In 2012 I actually managed 2136, but this year held 3 marathons which include at least a week of rest after each one. It averages out to 5.5 miles per day, for 365 days. I can't complain. I have minor aches and pains and nags but nothing serious; and I'm grateful. 2013 has been a good year. Thanks JB for capturing my love of running in this photo.<br />
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<br />Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-33707117880991888292013-11-05T15:04:00.001-08:002013-11-05T15:04:28.959-08:00Santa Clarita RR - I found my limit<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I did a lot of evaluating of my last
two marathons before this one. January
was a 3:28 and May was 3:28. They were very different courses at different
altitudes and I ran very different races but the overall time was nearly
identical. In January I was somewhat injured and ran as tough as I could. In May I ran to negative split and enjoy the
run (which I did) but the whole race was too slow. So for this weekend my plan was to go with it
in the first half and see how long I could hang on and hoped it would be enough
to break 3:25. It wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m not sure what to write about this
race. It didn’t go by fast. It didn’t go by slow (except the last 8 miles).
Nothing really monumental happened (except I went my best Half Marathon time in
the first half of the race). I was happy. I felt good. Weather was perfect.
Course was busy with too many turns and little foot bridges and underpasses but
it kept things interesting. I started
out cruising in the 7:30s so I went with it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The last 8 miles brought a mental
struggle of fatigue combined with about 6 women all racing within a few minutes
of each other. Who had enough left?
Could I tail this ponytail and then pass her with a mile left? Or will she pass
me back and will the other ponytail behind me pass me also? So hard to know and
there is no way to tell. I did what I could. I passed 3 ponytails and I got
passed by 2 different ponytails that crept up from the back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Highlights from the race:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">-Seeing JB at the start…a virtual
friend who I met for the first time on Friday night. It was so encouraging to have a supporter at
the race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">-Seeing JB at 3ish, 6ish and just
before the Half. I was ecstatic when I
saw him at the Half because I knew I was completing my best Half Marathon time
(it’s been well over a 1 ½ years since I ran a Half so it’s expected to be
faster but I was still really happy).
1:39. Yay!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">-Seeing DH (GutterRunner) at
20ish. There was a little out-and-back
from 19.5-23.5ish and we estimated before the race that if all went as planned
we would just catch a glimpse of each other here. We were right. I entered the
stretch of out-and-back and hadn’t run 1/10 of a mile by the time I saw
him. We gave a low five. I cheered him on. He said nothing. He looked
like crap. Breathing hard. Sweating like a pig.
I felt as bad as he looked. But I also knew that we were both pretty
close to being on target at that point.
From my estimation, he was going to BQ and that was what I wanted more
than anything for this race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">-Every aid station where I took a
drink, I tried to take the cup from the smallest and youngest volunteer. Their
cheers and encouragement made my day. I
thanked them and always gave them my best smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I closed in on the finish, it
hurt. I never like to remember this part because there is nothing like it. The
fight is over. The pounding subsides. I see DH and he can barely walk. He
cheers me on and says the finish is just around the corner. “Go” he says. I
turn the corner and finish (I think there was a Bangle Pump in there but it’s
all a blur now). I congratulate the other girls that I raced with and they were
all so nice. I love this sport because
of this. We are just all out there for ourselves and we are all so proud of
each other for our individual accomplishments. The finish line is full of kind
words and wonderful goal-oriented people.
I grabbed some chocolate milk and water.
I hobbled to the side of the recovery area to watch for DH coming back
from the course where he cheered me on.
As I watched for him and looked down, the ugly sweats I wore to the
start were laying in front of me. Someone had gathered up all the ditched
clothing and brought them in a heap to the finish. Dang. Turquoise fleece with
paint on it and ugly green sweatpants came home with me AGAIN (this is the 2<sup>nd</sup>
time now that they have been returned to me without a go-bag). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Final result was 3:26:46. I was 32<sup>nd</sup> place overall. I was 5<sup>th</sup> place woman. I got 2<sup>nd</sup>
in my age group.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Crazy part was, DH went 3:01. He was
5<sup>th</sup> place man. He got 2<sup>nd</sup> in his age group.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We placed identically. Couldn’t have planned that one!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I love running. At mile 13 a woman
hollered to me that I was in 7<sup>th</sup> place and that I looked great. I
smiled and waved and told her thank you. Then she hollered back that I was the
first woman so far that was smiling. I smiled even bigger. I had a wonderful race and I did smile most
of the time. I run because I can. I run 26.2 because it’s fun for a good 20
miles and a good fight with yourself after that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Thank you JB for the wonderful photos
that captured our race: </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://junblack.smugmug.com/Events/2013-Santa-Clarita-Marathon/n-R6gWd">http://junblack.smugmug.com/Events/2013-Santa-Clarita-Marathon/n-R6gWd</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-84490429428794918842013-10-24T20:00:00.000-07:002013-10-24T20:17:36.306-07:00Taper Tantrum<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here we go. TEN DAYS TIL SANTA CLARITA MARATHON!!! Marathon #5 for me...in just under 2 years. Before that if someone said the word "marathon" I couldn't have told you how far it was...my answer would have been "a long way...20ish miles." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hansons training program complete (every single run in the entire program for 16 1/2 weeks...haven't missed a single mile or a single run). For the next 10 days I can run easy and slow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last two weeks of Thursday tempo runs have been fantastic. They are 12 miles. One mile warmup, 10 miles at goal marathon pace, one mile cool down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:38 is my goal marathon pace.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last week:</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1382668960407_5631"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:38</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:37</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:36</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:34</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:34</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This week:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:32</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:34</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:38</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:38</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:28</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:36</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7:30</span></div>
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A pretty new winter wool coat I sewed for my wonderful boy.</div>
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Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-34230022036396750252013-10-09T21:32:00.003-07:002013-10-09T21:32:40.048-07:0024 days to go24 days until Marathon #5. Got this anemia thing taken care. Got the shoes picked out. Got the hundreds of miles logged. Got EVERY single stinking run in the Hansons Marathon Method in the books for an entire 18 weeks.....not a single miss. Got the hotel booked for the night before. Got the dog sitter. Got my sights set on a combo race....what does that mean? Well the last 2 marathons have been all over the map. In January at Arizona Rock n Roll, I had a very upset foot/stabalizer ankle thing (peroneus brevis) so I spent the race crying inside. I managed a best time but much of the race is a blur as I was in so much pain. In May I ran Shiprock Marathon in my backyard. I focused on negative splitting (which I'd never done before) and enjoying the race....all 26.2 of it, and I really did. I raced and had a great time. Santa Clarita on November 3 is going to be a combo. I'm going to love it, live it and race it. I'm going to LOVE every step because for the first time I feel so ready (this will definitely change when I get taper brain a week from now and start freaking out). I'm going to LIVE it because I have trained hard and I know how my pace feels and I believe that I can get done what I've been aiming for (this will also change with taper brain because I will question everything and doubt all). I will RACE it because I can and I'm a competitor. I'm not afraid of those big numbers anymore. I know I can run a marathon. I know it's going to hurt so so so so stinkin bad even if I go slow so I'm going to push and hope for the best.<br />
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Seriously, I know this will all change after Sunday's last long run. I am confident right now though....for real. My little brother (also a marathoner) told me today "Seriously...the work and pace you were done with a month ago will determine what happens in Santa Clarita. Just chill and let it happen. Don't obsess about these last training runs. Don't over-analyze. Just rest up and run." I'm going to try so very hard to take those words to heart.Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-22150284930153329742013-09-18T12:18:00.001-07:002013-09-18T12:24:15.309-07:00Time Flies<div class="MsoNormal">
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After Shiprock Marathon in May and then my Memorial Day
Riverfest 10k, I participated in the One Run for Boston Relay across the
country. I was very humbled by the
entire experience. I don’t really know what to write about it since it
encompasses so much; signing up for it, planning it, running the actual leg,
the aftermath, tracking the progress for 3 weeks, reflecting on it, etc. It’s just so much. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Summer Violin camp students wore yellow and blue to support Boston on the day we participated in the One Run for Boston relay. Great supporters!</div>
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I have been running quite a bit since Shiprock. 30-40 miles
per week. My husband (GutterRunner) ran
a fantastic Half Marathon at Steamworks in Durango, CO in June and decided that
he is done baby-ing his Plantar Fasciitis and decided we should train for
another marathon. I honestly wasn’t sure that I was ready since I did PF Changs
in Arizona in January and had 13 weeks to get ready for Shiprock. I was a little
burnt out on following a training program (I’m a die-hard when it comes to
training programs….if it says run, then I do, come hell or high water). He
convinced me I could do it so we put in for New York Marathon and didn’t get
in. So during the first week of July, we did a lot of “race shopping” online
and decided on Santa Clarita, California Marathon on November 3. We also decided to use the Hansons Marathon
Training Method that I’d used for my previous two races. As we made this decision, we looked at the
training program and counted back the weeks and days from the race and it
worked out that the first day of the training program was the very next day,
July 4. So I put my happy face on and got
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My husband (Ryan) and I both read Dean Karnazes’ book this
summer…Ultra-Marathon Man and it was an eye-opening read. It taught me not just about running
ridiculous amounts of miles, but rather that you have to live your life to live
it…not to work your life away in an office somewhere. So many occupations are monotonous and really
don’t have an impact on your life and how it’s lived. They’re mundane
activities that we do to pay the bills so we can live but I think if we spent
more time living and less time working that we’d be happier. 75 years ago
most people didn’t go to “work”, they stayed home and raised a garden to eat
and did crafts or forms of art or performed services for others that were in
need of that service and would barter or be paid for it. Life was simpler. Now, people go to work for
endless hours…sometimes never really actually getting anything done…and rarely
doing anything that really impacts their LIFE.
I saw a commercial before a documentary that began with “Americans love
to work.” I felt abused by the
commercial. We shouldn’t love to work.
We should love to live. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A few days later, we
were at a get together with some friends and someone asked “So, what do you
do?” Ryan responded “I run and grow a garden and collect koi. And I like to
read.” They seemed put-off that he didn’t answer with what his “occupation”
was. I realized that his work is not his life…it’s not living to him…it’s just
his job that pays the bills that he performs in order to do what he wants but
he doesn’t let it run his life and he doesn’t see himself as a zombie going to
work and performing mundane tasks on a daily basis. Love him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All the sudden it’s September and I have less than 7 weeks
until race day. Hansons Marathon Method
has been moving along at 50-60 miles per week. I have felt utterly exhausted
since May and have worked to push through. I would randomly fall asleep on the
sofa in under a few minutes (not typical for me). I kept telling myself it was
burn-out or just getting older and less tolerant. It continued…persistently. I realized my pace
runs were slower than a year ago!!!! What the @$&???? So discouraging!!!! I started to evaluate and realized the
exhaustion came before May. There were days in April and even March that I just
seemed overly tired and in a non-training way….a more internal way. I started to get worried. My mom began having
thyroid problems at 35 and was finally diagnosed with thyroid cancer two years
ago. Her mother and aunt had it years ago also.
I’m a firm believer that my body is designed well to heal itself. I
rarely take medications and I have been to the doctor twice in the last 10
years. I buckled down and decided to get some bloodwork done. Results came back and my thyroid is
functioning beautifully (for now). Oh, but the Iron….and the B12….super super
super anemic. Uh-oh. Started reading more about runners and iron. Oh gees. This
is a serious epidemic. I will now take a blood test for iron at least twice a
year. I have changed my diet over the last few weeks and have been taking some
small iron supplements on the side and am feeling much better. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Last week was redemption time. I had been suffering from the
anemic exhaustion and was feeling very defeated (didn’t miss any runs though
even on the bad days). Last week started out with a tough hilly and sandy trail
run for 9.6 miles with a friend. The next day was the first day of Hansons
Strength workouts (Speed work (5k pace)
is for the first 10 weeks then it switches to Strength work (half marathon
pace-ish)). 6 x 1 mile @ 7:19-7:28 pace. Nailed it. Felt great. Wednesday is
rest. Thursday Marathon Pace run (7:38-7:49). Best run I have had in a long
time. Right on pace for the entire run. So happy. Finally! Friday and Saturday
were easy. Sunday long run 16 miles at “long run” pace 8:19-:8:28. My average
ended up 8:15. Yes!!!!!! Oh how I have missed the Runner’s High for the last 6
months! Tears of joy.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-77840528637509963042013-05-31T07:15:00.003-07:002013-05-31T07:15:50.802-07:00OneRunForBoston...we are in! (and a 10kRR)<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, arial, serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; padding: 0px; position: static !important;">
Ryan and I signed up for a 10-mile leg each in the-middle-of-nowhere New Mexico on the night of June 12. Excited to be part of such a cool huge thing. Legs 71 and 72. Woohoo! There are still legs available so sign up if there is one near you and be part of this:</div>
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I ran a 10k last weekend at the big Riverfest that happens every Memorial Day here. I ran it last year too. I took 10 days off after the Shiprock Marathon and then had 10 days to prepare for the race. I did one speed-ish workout and then one long-ish run (8 miles) at a moderate pace. Felt good during the race...more pop in the legs than I expected as the previous 10 days of running felt slow and exhausting and very-post-marathon. Ended up negative splitting the race (is this my new thing???? I did it in the marathon too!). Managed 2nd place woman overall. Won my age group. AND dropped 1:20 off my best time from last year. Wooohoooo!. 45:03 chip time. GarminGirl said 7:15 average. </div>
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I put in for the lottery to NYC. So did Ry. We both got rejected. Lame.</div>
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So.....now the hunt for the fall marathon begins. We have to be able to drive there (to bring DearDog). We are thinking Santa Clarita, California. Looks lovely.</div>
Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-43279012889000516292013-05-05T16:53:00.001-07:002013-05-05T16:53:51.986-07:00Shiprock Marathon RRI planned to run smart. To hold back for the first 10 miles to save some for the end so I could negative split. That's what everyone says makes a great race....and every world record marathon has been a negative split so I figure most PRs happen that way too. So I planned to chill for 10. Then be right on pace for 11-18, then see what I had left for the last 8. <br />
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Things started out great. I was holding back...kept going too fast and slowing myself down. Rolling hills. Amazing scenery of the high desert right on the edge of the Arizona and New Mexico border running east into New Mexico. When it was time to step up the pace, I was on a hill....a 1.5 mile long hill....not ideal. So I cruised...thinking I'd pick it up on the downhill afterward, which I did. Then another hill...slower again. I was enjoying the race. I wasn't calculating time. I was running across my beautiful New Mexico desert and was comfortable. Finally at 14 the uphills were over for a bit and it was time to pick it up. I began running into very very slow half-marathoners. We are talking 23 minute per mile pace walkers. At 16 I passed a girl marathoner. I could see another female marathoner ahead. I kept her in sight while working to stay on goal pace up another hill through mile 17. At 18 I had reeled her in and passed her. Did I mention the crosswind we had the first 20 miles...not headwind and not totally sidewind, but X wind just into the front corner of my right shoulder....for TWENTY miles.<br />
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At 20 we reached the intersecting highway where we would turn north. I saw my dad and nephew E. Turned the corner and saw my nephew A and my mom holding big signs for me and screaming. Then on the other side of the highway was nephew O on top of my sister's car holding a sign for me and my sister on the ground next to him. So encouraging. I forged ahead so happy after seeing my big cheering section.<br />
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Best cheerleader ever!!!! Nephew O.<br />
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At 23 there was another hill. Ugh. Just as I crested the hill around mile 24 and began heading down, an older guy passed me and said "It's all done hill from here babe. Keep it up." I loved that he called me babe at this moment...feeling like I had been hit by a truck, looking lovely I'm sure...all sweaty and sticky and snotty and covered in the fine dirt of Shiprock, NM. He called me babe. I ran and worked to stay with him. The plan was for my nephew E to meet me at 25 to run the last mile with me. He's 13 and this was his first year of track where he ran the mile, the 800 and the 400. He could easily run me in at a 7:30 or better. I have never run the last mile of a marathon under 8 minutes even though my average pace for my last 2 races have been 8:01 and 7:55. I just never had enough left in the tank....so I asked him to run with me because I knew he could help me through, and I knew it would give us a special bond. I could see an aid station ahead and E's yellow shirt...he was ready and waiting. I smiled and held back tears. I was so happy to see him and know that it was almost over. I believe that no matter how you run the first 20 miles that the last 6 miles of a marathon are just stupid hard and hurt really bad. E was amazing. I told him to talk. That I couldn't. He said I looked great and was doing great. He asked what our pace was so he could make sure he pulled me along fast enough. I could hear him breathing hard. The watch said 7:23. I was glad to know I had enough in me to make him have to work to run with me. It felt like we were going 10:30s. It was like my legs were in perfect stride with his....we trotted along. I asked him about the girl I had passed at 18...if he could see her behind us. He could. He said she was back there but he didn't think she could catch us. I said that we couldn't let her. He warned me that when we turned off the highway towards the finish line that we were going to have to run through sand. Seriously. Sand. No kidding. At mile 25.7 of a marathon. Sand. They're moving a fence or something and doing construction so there is currently sand and then REALLY REALLY rough asphalt. Ok. Whatever. 25.7-26.2 hurts either way so why not run through sand and gravely asphalt? He said "See that group ahead? Let's get them." And we did. It was so amazing. At 26, he said "I'm dropping out. You got this." He yelled and yelled for me all the way to the finish. I could hear my mom and dad and sister and other nephews yelling too. I crossed the line and there was E to give me a huge hug. I thanked him so much for bringing me in. It was so fantastic to have him there...stride for stride. I got my medal and some water. Then chocolate milk. Then more water. Then I sat, and then walked and then sat and then walked. That 30 minutes is kind of a crap-show of pain and undecided behavior cause nothing feels good. <br />
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Finish time was 3:28 and change. I was 3:28 in Arizona in January....so I knew I had basically matched my PR. <br />
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In the middle of awards, my friend K finished her FIRST marathon in 4:24. She battled stomach issues and had 4 or 5 portapotty stops along the way but her splits were great for a first marathon and with the stomach cooperating I imagine her next one will be great.<br />
I got my award for 1st in my age group (out of 19).<br />
And I got 2nd overall for women. (out of 75).<br />
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Wordquota's family wasn't coming to the finish, or to the race. Neither were any of her other friends. I knew it'd be a while to wait but K and I decided we should. K signed up for a massage and I ate some more and went to move the car and get my phone to check Endomondo to see where Wordquota was on the course. She was at mile 23. We knew we could wait for that. So when we saw she was reaching 25.5, I went out on the course at the end of the lovely sand portion and K waited at the finish line to scream her in. And scream we did. I yelled and hollered and jumped and she cried when she saw me. We hugged and I jogged with her for a hundred yards or so then dropped off to cheer her in. She finished strong and happy. Then we posed for a picture, got some food and headed home.<br />
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Went out for french fries and a root beer float (I wanted salty and sweet).<br />
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Nephews E and A had run the kids 1 mile race during my race and got medals. So proud!<br />
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Thank you to the Loop for all the great support and encouragement through this training cycle! I look forward to all your race reviews and bloops.</div>
Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-41623976810354127512013-04-14T21:08:00.003-07:002013-04-14T21:08:59.832-07:00Been too long. Just too much.So much going on. So long since I've posted.<br />
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I can't update on everything that's happened in the last month. It's been busy in every way possible.<br />
Planting the garden.<br />
Playing violin concerts.<br />
Preparing violin students for concerts.<br />
Playing at funerals.<br />
Taking on 4 more laying hens (to add to our flock of 22)...refereeing the pecking order takes alot of time.<br />
Trying to refinance our house (ugh....the paperwork).<br />
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I have managed 50-60 miles per week and am now just under 3 weeks away from Shiprock Marathon. I've been following the Hansons plan and the taper is more like 10 days so I still have a bit to go until official taper, but I am feeling very trashed and ready to rest. Tempo runs, speedwork, long runs, easy runs....all just chugging along. Getting it done. <br />
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One of my favorite runs was in Durango with my friend K (also doing Shiprock...it'll be her first!) I was in Durango to play a concert and had a 3 hour break between rehearsal and concert so we met up. I had 10 on my plan and she had 18 so I did 13.5 with her. We chatted and cruised along the river trail and the miles clicked by quickly. Near the end of my run with her, I realized we were actually going to break her best time for her half-marathon. Totally cool. She did it so easily. I am so excited for Shiprock to see how fast she can go. She is super fit and so dedicated. It's going to be a great day!<br />
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K and I play in the San Juan Symphony together and all the local musicians were asked to go to a photo shoot for next year's promo material. Here's one of the shots of us. I'll make sure and get one of us after Shiprock Marathon too!<br />
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I ran 46 miles last week.</div>
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This week will be around 54.</div>
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I have 7 weeks until the next marathon (will be #4). </div>
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Tempo runs are going great. They are on Thursdays. For the last 3 weeks I have done 8 miles at marathon pace. Goal pace: 7:38</div>
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2 weeks ago splits:</div>
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7:34, 7:47, 7:48, 7:40, 7:42, 7:41, 7:42, 7:26 (not bad but some were a little slow)</div>
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7:35, 7:37, 7:35, 7:35, 7:36, 7:33, 7:28, 7:31 (pretty nice....but all were too fast...I don't want to bonk)</div>
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7:39, 7:40, 7:38, 7:37, 7:39, 7:40, 7:39, 7:39 (YES....that's more like it)</div>
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I dropped a 5 gallon jug of water on my foot on Wednesday. Hurt like crazy. Ryan informed me it hurt because they weigh 40 pounds. I was balancing it on my bumper to close the hatch and it slipped...onto my foot. It's ok though...luckily.</div>
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On Tuesday, Ryan and I ran at the track with my 3 nephews. I had to do speedwork. The 4-year old "O" (who is the cutest thing on Earth with giant blue eyes and has eyelashes like a camel) ran 2 laps with Ryan. One of them was completely without stopping. Ryan and O were both wearing bright yellow. Ryan helped O with his stride and they ran side-by-side. Cutest thing ever....this tiny runner with beautiful natural form looking up at Ryan in the beautiful NM sunshine chatting as they ran together. A moment I will remember. SOOOOO wish I'd had my camera.</div>
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Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-1494956711694450612013-02-23T20:52:00.000-08:002013-02-23T20:52:31.432-08:00The birds chirp like it's spring.....but it is definitely NOT spring.<br />
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I've been so tough this year. The final weeks of training for a January marathon were chilling and snowy but I was out there getting it done. And then, getting back on the horse after a little week of rest in the cold and wind has been less than motivating. Thank goodness I signed up for a May marathon back in December so I wouldn't have a choice but get back to training.<br />
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So....as I run....day in and day out...the birds chirp...like the sun is warm or something (maybe because we are closer to the sun at 5500 feet above sea level).<br />
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This weekend is a "lesser" weekend with two 10-milers back to back but they are Easy. The moderate longer runs are every-other-weekend so luckily that happens next week. I did my 10 today but tomorrow's forecast is stupid. Seriously. Stupid. It's 29 degrees and snowing right now with 20mph wind...the snow is actually horizontal. Tomorrow at 7am is supposed to be 19 degrees with 20-26mph wind so it will "feel like 4". Great. I'm super excited. Cloudy. Cold. Windy. And snowing. I can't even think about a treadmill (nor do I have a gym membership) but Wordquota and I had some hilarious discussion about the possibility today. It ended with the vision of me on a treadmill at the gym with a bucket to snot-rocket in, while burping and passing gas.....with a sign on my back that reads "Treadmill Newbie. I usually run outside....ALONE."<br />
I'm sure either way it will turn into great Blooping material....outside or treadmilling.<br />
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On a brighter note, Thursday's Tempo was great. It was 28 degrees with 10mph wind. So, chilly but at least the sun was partially out. Warm-up and then 7 miles at marathon pace (goal is 7:40s).<br />
1- 7:40<br />
2- 7:38<br />
3- 7:37<br />
4- 7:42<br />
5- 7:50 (not sure what happened on this one....zoned out I guess)<br />
6- 7:40<br />
7- 7:39<br />
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Chin up kids! Spring will come eventually!!!! Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-73797964838543935052013-02-13T13:58:00.000-08:002013-02-13T13:58:10.333-08:00UpdateI've been busy so here's the quick and condensed version:<br />
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My upset foot is cooperating and getting better daily. I rested 10 days after the marathon, then did 4 miles. Then I started running every-other-day for a week, then everyday for a week (did 40 miles last week), and now I'm back into the workouts for the next marathon in 12 weeks. Still have a little soreness on the top of my foot, but it's definitely going to dwindle away into nothingness any day now.<br />
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I did my first day of speedwork yesterday....and whew! Enough said. Better luck next week I guess.<br />
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Took Sentry to the vet last week. He has a freckle on his belly. Doc didn't like it so took a biopsy and said we should be aware that fawn dobermans are very prone to melanoma. Boy, did I cry and cuddle with him and pray the next few days. I did alot of research and spoiled him with dog park visits too. Husband and I decided that if it was cancer we would not do chemo after all the reading...instead we'd let him be happy-go-lucky and his life would end when it's meant to. Test came back negative so it looks like my running buddy gets to stick around for a while longer. Super refreshed with that news.<br />
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On Sunday afternoon it was snowing a little, but we all wanted to get a run in. So the 3 of us headed out. Turned into a crazy blizzard!!! Hail-type snow pelting us in the face stinging with every hit. And the wind was making this snowy mess come from the side instead of above. Whatever. Trudge on. Two different cars stopped asking us if we'd like a ride. "Nah. This is what we train for." This was husband's first run in baconator conditions so he was having a great time. We both laughed and after 15 minutes or so it had settle back to actual snowflakes with not such brutal wind. Sentry kept pulling me under trees and would try to stop there. Super funny. He's kind of a wimp when it comes to stuff falling from the sky (he's been known to hold his bladder for over 12 hours for that sort of thing). Once we got home, we barely had snow in our yard so the storm must have been all north of us. Lame!</div>
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Symphony weekend is upon me. So this week is crazy to schedule runs, rehearsals and concert (which all include an hour of driving each way). I've been doing a lot of practicing in preparation for a small ensemble piece. Even though the piece itself is really not pretty at all, Sentry enjoys sleeping while I practice.</div>
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Happy Running!Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-30623646191856824682013-01-29T18:00:00.002-08:002013-01-29T18:01:48.830-08:00It's a big secret....so don't tellI ran today.<br />
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4 miles.<br />
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My right foot and peroneus brevis tendon that has been so angry doesn't know it.<br />
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I kept it a secret.<br />
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I wore beautiful brand new Newton Gravitys. Squishy. Mushy. Lovely in every way.<br />
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It was a whopping 30 degrees outside....with 30 mph wind. <br />
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It was cold.<br />
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My eyes kept tearing from the wind.<br />
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I ran with DH and Sentry. It's been a very long time since the 3 of us ran together.<br />
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It was great.<br />
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I'm not telling my foot though and I'm not letting it tell me anything.<br />
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We are just going on about our day as if nothing extraordinary happened.<br />
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It's been 9 days since my last run. Since the Marathon.<br />
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I know most people with an ouchie take a lot more time off than that. But I truly believe my body can figure this out. <br />
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It doesn't hurt any worse than it did before.<br />
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Just had to run. It was only 35 minutes!<br />
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But it's a secret. So don't tell my foot.Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-82271733966988447112013-01-22T11:09:00.003-08:002013-01-22T11:10:28.153-08:00Arizona Rock n Roll RRRan 1 mile the week before the marathon because of the weird foot/tendon stuff going on. Decided against the new red Connects since the issue came up with the shoes (I'm not accusing them, but mentally I just couldn't do it). Decided to go with my old Connects. My foot/peroneus brevis tendon was hurting all week. I did everything I could to stay off of it which was killing me. Mentally I need those runs.<br />
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Left to Arizona with DH(not running races yet because of Plantar Fasciitis) and training buddy Doberman (Sentry) on Friday. My sister and her 3 boys also headed to Arizona to spend the MLK weekend and watch the race.<br />
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Picked up Little Brother Thomas at the airport Saturday morning (he would be running also).<br />
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My first LOOPMEET at the EXPO....JennyRae. So happy to meet her. She has great energy and I loved being able to chat with her after reading all her Bloops.<br />
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Worried about the foot. The shoes just didn't feel good. Standing didn't feel good. Walking didn't feel good. Can't imagine how running would feel....not to mention, 26.2 miles. Had MANY MANY texting conversations with Wordquota (my biggest fan and mental coach) about how the foot knows it's Go-Time and that it's not like I sprung this on him. He needs to get his act together and do his job. Why? Why? At taper? Come on. <br />
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All day Saturday I was crazy nervous. I was so prepared to go fast. To go a best time. But the foot was not cooperating. It was tolerable, but was definitely aching. <br />
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Sunday morning. Up at 5:15. Bagel down. Water down. Banana down. In and out of the bathroom a million times. Head to the race. Met up with JennyRae. A great way to pass the time before the race chatting about her kiddos and future race plans. Headed to Corral 1 with my little brother. <br />
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National Anthem always makes me cry. This time it's cause I'm scared of what the next 26.2 will bring.<br />
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Race begins. Mile 1. Foot already is achy. Can I make it a 5k? I do. Feeling great otherwise. Legs. Breathing. All great. Right on pace.<br />
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10k is gone already. I start running with a couple of nice guys around mile 7. I was in some need of distraction. I always race alone, but today was different. I was struggling. I was fighting with myself so early in the race about what to do. Vern was from Canada. Age 39. His wife was running back behind us somewhere working to break 4 hours. Tim was from Tucson. Age 33. Mentioned I had gone to school at ASU (where we were headed on this marathon trek) and that I had been a swimmer there. Tim was a swimmer at Michigan State during the same time period. What are the chances? These two guys were amazing. Super encouraging. I told them about my foot. They helped me stay positive and strong. They also distracted me for nearly 10 miles. At mile 8, I saw DH and Sentry. I held out my hand for a high five from my husband and got a quick kiss on the hand from Sentry, the best dog ever. <br />
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At mile 11, I was ready to quit. I could not put my right heel down at all. I was completely running on my toes. The pain was intense. I'm not a quitter. I'm a determined, self-driven competitor. But I was thinking about quitting. 15 miles to go and I couldn't put my heel down. My midfoot strike is pretty good but I knew I'd be toast without being able to push off with my heel. After about 3/4 of a mile it all the sudden went back to the persistent pain that proceeded the intense one. I let the pace slow. As long as I stayed under 8:00m/m pace then I would post a PR. <br />
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We headed past Camelback mountain and then had a little out and back that was about 3 miles each way on Indian School into Scottsdale. So it ended up miles 13-19 that we could see those ahead of us headed back and those behind us when we were headed out. Around 15 I saw my brother Thomas on his 17. He was killing it. Definitely holding his 6:30s as planned. This was a huge boost for me. He was having a great race. On his way to break that 3:00 barrier (his previous best was 3:06 missing Boston by 66 seconds). Around mile 16 we went through an aid station and Vern surged ahead of Tim and me. Then I saw JennyRae coming from the other way. Her headphones out, hollering and waving. Such a pick-me-up. I pushed on. Tim hung with me another mile or so and then he surged ahead. I started working to pass people. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. My pace was slowing but I was hanging under 8s. At mile 22.5 my sister and nephews were cheering. A huge boost. My 3 favorite little guys ever and my big sister. Cheering and holding a big New Mexico flag sign. Totally cool. I cried a little. Miles 22, 23, 24, 25 were all too slow (between 8:20-8:32). They were also hard. Mentally. Physically. Why am I doing this? I am never doing this again. It feels terrible. If I walk it will just take longer to finish and you've made it this far. So darn it, keep running. Many people were stopping, cramping in the hamstrings, dehydrated. More people then I've ever seen like this. Strong, abled, fit men...succumbing to dehydration in this dry Valley of the Sun. I pressed on. I could see Arizona State. I could picture the finish line. As long as I went under 9:00 on the last mile, I would PR. It hurt so bad. I managed an 8:05. I crossed the finish line in 3:28 (previous best was 3:30) and my brother was there waiting in the secure zone. He had posted a 2:59. I was so happy for him. I was happy for us. <br />
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I couldn't walk...very well. I got my finisher medal and chugged a water. Then I leaned on a huge trashcan full of water bottles...it was a great site I'm sure. Probably looked like I was going to puke in it. I grabbed two more waters and we walked about 10 feet. I wanted to sit for a minute. There was a curb...looked great. It was right in front of the medical tent. They were so nice. "Can we get you anything? Ice? Gatorade?" She helped me sit on the curb and got me a drink. They were also very calm and quiet. Not all bubbly and annoying and excited. I needed calm. I needed gentle. We sat a minute then got a finisher photo together. Me and my little brother....how did we get to this point as adults? A marathon is a special thing. To share each one with my little brother (and husband up to this point) is powerful. I got a Jamba Juice and laid my head on a big recycling bin (another wonderful photo opportunity could've been here). It felt good. That recycling bin was my friend for a minute or two. We kept going. This secure zone was really long...felt like a mile. Got out and looked to the stadium where we were supposed to meet DH. He had seen me at the finish but I didn't see him....WAY too many people so we had set up a meeting place. But the stadium was way too far. I looked around and every other person was on a cell phone. I asked someone to use theirs and called DH to meet us where we were. He came. We started the long, slow walk back to the car. I knew I had blisters from running funny. We got to the car, and back to the hotel. DH left with Sentry to the dogpark. Little brother headed to the hot tub. I laid on the bed and cried. My foot hurt. My whole body hurt. I took my shoes and socks off. Bruising. Discoloration. Swelling. All settling in. This wasn't good. I needed a shower and a nap and then I'd be all better. In the shower I wasn't feeling so good. After the shower, I was sitting in the bathroom and DH and Little Brother both returned. DH asked if he could use the bathroom and I stood up (as much as I could on my one good foot) and told him he'd probably have to wait....right at the end of the sentence I puked.<br />
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Guess I'd pushed pretty hard. Guess I needed more food. Guess I might be in a little shock. No idea.<br />
I ate a banana. And had a bunch of water. I bypassed the nap, we hopped in the car and headed to Smash Burger where I ate a big Bacon Burger with Avocado and a pile of sweet potato fries. My sister and nephews met up with us. 2 hours after the race, my foot looked like this:<br />
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4 hours later...like this:<br />
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Went to the doctor today. After poking and prodding, he though it might be a stress fracture so he took some X-rays. He got 3 really great photos (it was cool to see my own foot bones on the screen). No breaks. But what the X-ray did show was a lot of inflammation...a darker color...very thick across that whole area. He said lots of ice, stretching and rest and I should be good to go. I just stressed out that attachment big time which stressed out the fascia bands underneath (that eventually hook up with the Plantar Fascia). He said I could swim or bike or do other stuff to stay active but that I should take a week or so off running (I planned on doing that anyway). So I will see how I feel in a week but I'm tentatively planning to take 2 weeks off to be safe. Either way, I'm going to wait until the pain is completely gone from that area. The funny part is that my entire foot is VERY VERY chubby. Looking at my foot, you'd think I weighed about 250. I can't see my toe tendons at all so hopefully that swelling goes down soon as I can't really wear shoes (and it's freezing outside).</div>
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I was going to title this Bloop: "Hardcore or just plain stupid?" Now that I know nothing is broken or torn or ruined, I don't think I was stupid or hardcore. Just another runner out there doing what she loves....even if it truly hurts like hell. I certainly proved to myself that I can tolerate and work through pain for 3.5 hours. I'm already focusing on getting better and gearing up for the next race.Tennillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027265036795150545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056750393610181002.post-78241908783490299412013-01-14T07:47:00.000-08:002013-01-14T07:47:26.566-08:00Say it isn't soThe last 3 days have been long.<div>
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After Thursdays wonderful tempo run, I started feeling like something was a little out of place in my foot...like something was too tight or too loose or just something not quite right.</div>
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Friday I got out to do my 7 easy...at 2.5 I was hurting so bad. The push-off of my heel was killing me. I tried to walk but that was a million times worse. It was also 17 degrees and I had my dog with me and he was cold too so walking wasn't going to help either of us. So, I ran home on my toes (which didn't hurt). By the time I got home, I couldn't walk. </div>
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Did some research, it my peroneus brevis....the little muscle/tendon that runs down the outside of my lower leg next to my calf, then wraps behind the ankle bone and hooks onto that funny metatarsal bump on the outside edge of the midfoot. It hurt right behind that bump on the bottom of my foot, outside edge. Did a lot of icing and self massage on the muscle. I also did the KT tape on it. I have also done a lot of soul-searching as 18 weeks (or 17 since this week doesn't really count) of really hard training is up in the air for a marathon in 7 days. I spent Sunday afternoon at some friends' house playing string quartets. One of them is a doctor. I asked him about the foot. He said it's extremely difficult to rupture and pretty much the only way is to sprain an ankle or at least roll the ankle. I didn't do any of that so it's got to just be angry for the running on packed snow (very uneven and it's a stabilizer muscle) mixed with the frozen ground and sidewalk approaches. Good news is I can run the race on it if I can deal with the pain (so he says) cause as long as I don't roll the ankle, it won't tear, it'll just be inflamed and hurt real bad. The ice and rest is definitely helping. I can put weight on it today but all the rest is killing me. I haven't had 2 days off in a row for MONTHS! And today will be the 3rd day off (even though I can walk my instincts and logic tell me to wait another day to jog). Seriously, does running during taper week really do anything but ease the mind? The fitness is done right? I was reading in Runner's World new marathon book last night and it actually said to only run 4 days the week of the marathon (which is NOT what my Hansons program says but I'm just looking for piece of mind here). </div>
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I'm so ready to go fast...</div>
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