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It's been six days since finishing my first trail marathon and I'm starting to come out of the fog of recovery.

I ran the Free State Trail marathon in Lawrence, Kansas. It rained from the moment the RD shouted "Go!". The trail was slop by halfway through.

But that's not the point of this little post. I'll have a race write up sometime soon and post the link to it.

What I wanted to share is that I finally completed Eric's marathon plan. I purchased it about 2 years ago and started it twice, shelving it both times until this year. One of the times I stopped was because race timing didn't work out. The other was because I was taking on something new- expanding my trail running and couldn't piece together enough information from this website, which was before the book came out, to make sense of everything. 

After spending a year with a coach who took me through my first longest distances races (17 mile, 25k and 50k), I opened up the marathon plan with more knowledge of how to approach the heart rate zones, and the long runs, and everything in between. And what I found is that I LOVED the variety of the plan. I spent a year, and rightly so, running fairly monotonous training plans- everything low, unless specific hill training. I learned a lot. But I knew I couldn't go into another training season with the same long and slow. Eric's plan gave me the variety and forced me to keep my edge mentally and of course, physically. I got the the end of my last long run of 20 miles and sort of shrugged my shoulders and said "Well, I guess I'm ready." Yes, I had lots of trying, dark, fatiguing moments and one particular bad morning, with the dog peeing on a brand new rug, left me threatening to quit the training because I just couldn't anymore, but I got through (and we still have the dog and the rug washed out). I toed the starting line feeling equipped and prepared.

I would say the marathon plan is a heck of a plan and you need to be prepared to put in the effort but it will make a better runner. 

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when I can no longer run...

I read another article on a former Olympic elite runner,young, in her early 50s I believe, hanging up her racing shoes because she is no longer the fastest. Still running splits most women...and men will never see on the time clock. Her body to some extent, but more evident, her spirit broken. The joy of running and racing gone Because the results were no longer there. I hope to run in a way that I never lose the joy of running AND racing. When I can no longer run, I will walk. When I can no longer walk, I will wiggle my toes. When I can no longer wiggle my toes, I will wiggle my nose. When I can no longer wiggle my nose I will dream of movement and live in the movement of others. BUT, I plan to run Boston when I'm 70....and race everyone out there...with joy.
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Run your heart out.....once in a while

Running your heart out just does something to the spirit. Life is funnier, the heart is lighter and more loving and understanding and waaaay less serious. It strips everything away...for a time...but the cool impossible thing is the more I do it, the more stripped away I stay. The lighter I am, the more loving I am.
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My next cool impossible !

-->Drop 5 minutes on my next 5K in September 2015.

After running my first SM this month, I realize that running long distances (for me 20K+ are long distances!) is way less scary than trying to become a faster runner. I know I have the will-power to handle long trecks in the mountains (12 hour+ days over a week, for example), but I've never attempted to develop power, focusing only on endurance.

My shame-gremlins are grumbling really loud at the moment : "What can you do with a 39 year-old, overweight, unathletic body ???" 

Grumble on...

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My first Half-Marathon

First of all, let me say that I only got the nerve to sign up to this race because Eric wrote on page 130 of TCI that after going through the foundation program, I would be ready! I don't think I would have dared to attempt this on my own.

But ever since I first heard about this race, it had me mesmerized. This 22 km "half" marathon leaves downtown Grenoble and heads South for the first 5 km. Then there is a 5 km, 280 meters vertical ascent up one of the hills (pre-Alps actually) that surrounds the city. The next 11 km consist in a gentle and regular descent through the countryside until we reach the walls of the Renaissance chateau de Vizille. The last km is run on the castle property in a beautiful park. The castle itself was the place where the French revolution started in 1788. And this particular year was the 200 year celebration of Napoleon's return from captivity in 1815, and whose mythical meeting with the King Louis XVIII's army took place just a few kilometers from there. For those not too familiar with French history, the King's army had been sent to arrest him, but the soldiers, who up til 1814 where all Napoleon's soldiers, all decided to turn against the King and proclamed Napolean Emperor once again, before marching on Paris. Etc, etc.

So this was the race I fantasized about, dreaming about it every night before falling asleep, first thing in my thoughts in the morning. A bit of background, I started running seriously (more than once a week) last August and started the program in October, hoping to finish just in time for the race. Life got a bit in the way but I managed to finish week 18 and tapered off the week before the race. I'm the extremely slow, previously unathletic but enthusiastic type of newbie. Running has also become so important to me in great part because it helps me deal with my anguish concerning my mother's health.

The entire week before the race, I had the "I'm sick to my stomach" and "I'm going to throw up" type of fear. My longest run til then had been 13 km in HRZ2. I couldn't wait for the race to start so that I could get the anticipation over with! So I got to the race early to have plenty of time to prepare, warmed up exactly like for a training run (15 minutes in HRZ2/3 + 4 pick ups). I took my place at the back of the pack because I didn't want everybody passing me like at my last race (5km in September). Even if my CI would be to run this race in 2 and a half hours, I knew that a more reasonable time for me was 3 hours. The first two km were difficult because of all the doubts concerning whether I would manage to get to the end. Then I concentrated on my pace and was really happy to see how easily I was maintaining a 7'10"/km pace over the first 5 km. This was practically the pace at which I ran that 5km in September, so I was very pleased. Then started the 5km climb, with the steepest part being at the beginning. Ouch, but lots of hill training had taught me that the pain eventually goes away after 15 minutes or so.
Thanks to this knowledge, I persevered and decided I would NOT walk any portion of the climb, like several people in front of me were doing. I settled into the climb and was very happy to see my pace get quicker over the less steep sections. I must have been really concentrated because, on arriving at the top of the hill, I missed a left turn and kept going
straight for about 300 meters before I started wondering if I was on the right road!!! This section was downhill unfortunately so I ran back up again quickly and a bit panicked hoping I wouldn't be disqualified. As I reached the turn itself, the half dozen policemen who were posted there in order to make sure people DIDN'T get lost apologized saying they thought I wasn't in the race since they couldn't see my number which was taped to my T-shirt but under my jacket (it was very cold that day). So off I go, starting the long downhill portion of the race. But then I see the "voiture balais"  ("broom car" in English ?) go by and I ask a policeman following me on his motorcycle "I'm last?" He answers Yes. He asks if I want him to take me up to the "broom car" in front and I answer "No!" So he replies "Well, we will follow you then" and I answer "whatever you want!" A bit later, I pass the "broom car" which had stopped on the side and then observe that I'm gaining on the next last runner, one that had walked during the climb. My pace is great, I'm feeling strong and fast. Vroooom, I pass him. Next I see a woman running in a pink bunny rabbit costume (I am not making this up. Do people dress up in costumes to run races in other countries ?) I pass her, vrooooom. So happy to have left my escort in the back and feeling relieved to be still in the race. Now I'm pretty much on my own with 7 km to go. The following thoughts cross my mind:
"This is going to be easy, I run 7 km every day on my lunch hour."
"Am I enjoying myself????? .............................. "
"I really should have started core strength training before January..."
"Imagine that Eric is running beside me. Well ok, walking beside me..."

Those last 7 km, I felt less strong and less fast, with my pace slowing. But the idea never entered my mind that I might not finish the race. I even managed to speed up on the last km. The finish left me a bit sad that my dream race was over. My total time is 3 hours and 11 minutes. My shame-Gremlins are already trying to convince me that running this race was not such a big deal. That it was actually pretty easy. Let them grumble.

Je t'aime, maman.

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Reaping the Benefits of TCI

This is my second time through the TCI program. Last year, I focused mainly on transitioning to the forefoot strike and my form in general. I find that I am benefiting even more this season having already gone through the program once before.

I completed my 1-mile retest yesterday and was 55 seconds faster than I was when I tested at the beginning of this training period! That was in 20 mph winds also. When I started my training I wasn't sure how feasible my personal 5K goal was, but my 1-mile time confirmed that I am on track for reaching that time goal. My 20-minute retest later this week should give me a lot more info.

Thanks to Eric and all on here who have given their advice and support!

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1 mile test...round and round she goes

Inspiration….we all look for it. As runners, I think it is safe to say we not only need it, but desire to inspire others as well. Social media is a great avenue to inspire, but it often paints only a partial picture...mostly of the successes, the most beautiful of all thepictures, the highlights, the high points, the PRs. That’s one reason I think this website is so valuable. Through this venue runners are able to find advice and confide in the not so pretty struggles we all have.So,just a blog about a run around a track, no pretty pictures, no PR, no frills….though it looked pretty ho-hum, it was anything but for the girl going round and round in the dark.Still fairly new to altitude...although not “really high”, but my new home sits at about 4900 feet elevation. This, combined with 8 weeks off running from Nov to January has resulted in a much slower pace for me. It’s been a huge fresh start though. The altitudefactor has allowed me to let go of expectations and comparisons to previous paces and efforts, and 8 weeks off convinced me to not even try to compare fitness. It also helped me realize just how dependant, or focused I was on paces, and pushing hard efforts most of the time. Although I felt good last year, I think my hard-assed focus on improving and pushing all the time had a negative impact on my training and racing...and I am not completely free of that...yet.So far, I have not only been much more aware of that thinking, that drive to push, but have been able to do what I could not do last year….don’t always act on it. As a matter of fact...question it. There are times when pushing past pain, difficulty, frustrationis called for...but not nearly as often as I allowed. I am by no means “reformed” but….I am more aware...and beyond that... more confident in my effort and ability. Often what drives me to push and force effort is lack of confidence and feeling that I need to prove something.So, today... The household still sleeping, I wake before my alarm...as I always do on “test” days. I get up and get my clothes and gear on, turn my headlamp on and head out the door. “ok, 30 minute warm up...take it easy, warm up easy”. My feet shuffle down thesandy drive toward the high school track. An additional snaffoo today made me more nervous than usual. I cracked the screen on my garmin and could only go by the 1 mile “beeps” to let me know how far I had run. I was hoping my replacement watch would be in the mail yesterday, but nope. I usually rely heavily on my watch to know what zones I am in, pace, etc. I would have to go completely by feel today. My lower gut was also a little grumpy, so I was nervous things would go south...literally... in the middleof my 1 mile test. I sure as hell did not want to have to repeat it.On the track and running circles for 20 minutes in what felt like mid to upper zone 2. I noticed my legs were not waking up and warming up quite like I had hoped. My gut grumbled once more and I thought, I really should start the test soon or I may have to find a tree or a port a potty in the middle of my test. I did my speed ups and increased my effort to get to what felt like zone 4a-4b (I think this correlates with zone 4-5 in Eric’s book). I still got that feeling that my legs were not quite where I wanted themfor a test, so I was a little nervous about how the actual “test” was going to go. The next mile “beeped” and bang, I took off like a rocket! ….as usual. I very quickly reined it in though, but by less than a quarter mile in my legs were feeling fatiguedand I was maxed effort, maybe even a little more than max. My first thought was, “uh oh, this could be bad”. “I’m not even once around the track”, I briefly thought about stopping the test….”its just not going to be a good one” I thought, I quickly countered,“but it is a test of where you are at, not where you want to be, so get moving and make this the best test you can”. I worked hard through the mile, giving it my best effort, always asking “is this effort sustainable?” and “can you go any faster?” and adjustingaccordingly. I felt like I was slowing the whole way, and quite convinced I was moving way slower than my test a month ago. I finished the test and immediately started analyzing in my brain. I would not know the results until I got home and uploaded them onthe computer...damn watch.My first thoughts were that I probably warmed up a little too fast...starting the test a little too soon. I also shot out waaaay too fast….a very common problem for me ;). Probably the most important factor was my thinking throughout the test. I wish I had changed my focus to my form. Usually, when I test I really focus and moving as efficiently as possible focusing on form and relaxed movement. My thoughts were more on how slow I felt I was moving. By the time I had reached the house, I had felt like I actually hada really good test….because I learned things from it. How I respond, both physically and mentally and how I can change/adjust my thinking to have better performance...and possibly better results. I shuffled my way back up the sandy road, shut my headlamp offand creeped back into the sleeping house.I plugged my watch into the computer and viola….my 1 mi test was 10 or more seconds faster than the previous. I was shocked. I was quite sure it was at least 15-30 seconds slower. So, the slowness I felt was likely the fatigue in my legs, but I was still ableto move those legs faster. Cool. It is still waaaaay slower than my PR just a year or two ago, and a waaays off from my Cool Impossible of a 5:__ mile, but I’m learning and growing...and that’s my edge!Best wishes on your running and training this week.
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Your knees

Rule 1: Drive your knees forward.Rule 2: Balance board exercises will help get better.Rule 3: Consistency is key.I had a big breakthrough this week end. I was more shuffling than anything else. Well, not anymore.
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Antelope Canyon 20k race report

I debated whether or not to do a “race report”. I signed up for this one last minute. My husband was already going and it would take the place of my scheduled longer run. The trick was to NOT race. Training trumps racing right now and if I raced it would leave me needing to recover instead of train. My goal races this year are a ways off. Currently, I am working on building strength and stamina at altitude. My passion is to gain strength and experience, and have the ability and confidence to be a more competitive mountain runner at the ultra distances. I want to develop the confidence and strength to compete in a dream race Like the 200 mile Tor Des Geants.Back to Antelope Canyon 20k. Coach suggested I run with Todd to keep me from racing. I mentioned this to him and he broke out in uncontrollable laughter. We don’t particularly run “well” together. We both enjoy running, going to races together, and even run long runs together….but when I say “together”, I mean exiting and entering the car together and chatting about our separate individual experiences. He is 6’4” and ALWAYS runs with music. I’m 5’3”....on a tall day, and tend to drive him crazy with my 5000 to 1 foot strikes per stride of his. I also have a history of “pulling” him faster than he likes to go and pissing him off. So plan B….I can’t tell myself “don’t race”, it just doesn’t work. But I CAN be smart and I knew I could keep it as a training run feel. I know the difference. My training run had called for a zone 2-3 fluctuating effort, so that was my plan for the race as well, using HR to help guide me if I got ants in my pants early on. I ate breakfast about 2 hours before, a scrambled egg, piece of bacon and slice of toast and coffee with heavy cream.Apparently, God also knows I struggle with “not racing” and threw in a little hitch to help out. We took a wrong turn to the race and ended up arriving after everyone else had started the race. HA! No one to race! They were all gone. We were about 5-10 minutes late to start and were allowed to go ahead.I intentionally took my time putting my bib number on and trotted off onto the course. The race took place in Page, AZ. Mesa and desert scapes with the Colorado river waaaaay below in the canyon. The first 1-2 miles were deep soft sand. I immediately felt sorry for the 50 and 100 mile racers. I was also starting to worry that the whole 20k would be in this stuff. About that time we hit single track hard packed dirt/rocky trail. It edged along the ledge of the Mesa, and in many spots we could see the Colorado river twisting below. Small climbs and descents throughout with the first 5-6 miles being mostly down and the last 6-7 miles mostly up. about 2 miles in I started catching other runners. I checked myself and my heart rate frequently. My question was, “do you feel really good?” if the answer was yes and my heart rate was low then I continued that effort/pace. If the answer was “no, this feels a little hard” then I backed off. The exceptions were a couple of short climbs. I did not want to walk any, so I let my effort and heart rate drift inevitably as I climbed, but kept it as easy as possible and allowed plenty of easier recovery over the top. I had no idea where I was in relation to all of the runners which helped keep me in check. Temps were in the low 40s and I opted not to carry any water as I was well fueled and hydrated and knew the aid stations would be less than an hour apart and my run would only be 2-2 ½ hours.At the aid station around mi 5-6 I found a younger runner in front of me, maybe 15-18 years old. He missed a flag and I helped get him back on course. I drank about 4oz cola and a quarter orange and headed off behind him. He was moving about my pace so I followed him. He would increase his effort and get farther and then back off and get closer. By mi 8-9, I was starting to get a little antsy. My R achilles was niggling a little as well. I knew I only had about 40 minutes left of my run and was starting to negotiate with the dark side, thinking, “I can increase my effort and heart rate a little, there’s only 40 minutes left, I won’t waste myself in 40 minutes”. During my conversation with myself I managed to miss a flag (as did the young gent in front of me) and headed off course. It was about a half mile before I convinced myself of the error and turned around encouraged my young friend to do the same. Another half mile back to the course. Ahhhh, and there be Todd! He shook his head, as he knew exactly what I had done. At this point I figured I probably had about 2-3 miles to go, I had let my effort go up while I was routing myself back on course and didn’t really feel like ramping down. I wasn’t racing, but I was ready to finish, and now I wanted to keep with the runner I had been following along with for the last several miles. I passed through the next aid station, as there was less than a mile to go and I wasn’t thirsty. He pulled away and I knew better than to increase my effort any further so I let him go. I finished feeling pretty good, felt I had maintained pretty good control of myself and had a good training day. It was nice to go to a race without the jitters and just relax and make it as easy as possible. I also knew I had managed my effort well by how well I felt the rest of the day.I’ll tack on a plug for the sugar detox here as well…..I balked a little at the idea of training without sugar. I am amazed at how good I feel in general and in particular on long runs and post long runs eating real food with no sugar. The exception being during racing, I'll indulge if I feel like it, but notice a little goes a looong way. No highs and lows of sugar and the inevitable fatigue that follows. Give it a shot, I think you will be pleased.
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The mind makes the athlete.

This morning, I went to a trail race in the Cleveland National Forest.

I had an epiphany. Physical fitness notwithstanding, my mind is always going to be my biggest obstacle.

During the last two miles, we had to take on steep hills. My mind kept fighting me "you're done, you're out of breath, start walking" and I kept pushing, Running. The more I pushed, the louder the voice in my head got. Until one point where the voice was gone. And I kept pushing.

Bottom line: practice recognizing these tricks your mind plays on you and practice moving them out the way. As we become more familiar with these situations, we grow more confident in our abilities. Confidence in ourselves is what make us athletes.

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So go for it!!!

You may want to skip to the last paragraph to get the title, but as usual, I write about what led me to it....so here goes...

Welcome to Tuba City Arizona. Just settling in with fam and dogs and getting going with running again. It’s been a long 8 week or so break from running due to health issues and a huge family move from Northeast  Oklahoma (green country) to the high desert about 5,000ft or 1500m.

 

First thoughts running?  “Wow, I am slow” followed by “wow, my heart rate is really high” followed by, “wow, I am really slow!”.  

 

It’s been a little surreal...my new surroundings...my new world really. I led this expedition for my family, so I feel a huge responsibility for their adjustments (which fortunately kids and hubby are settling in well). I did not expect my own need for adaptation though. I just thought I would walk right in and set up camp and on I go like nothing really happened. The first couple weeks I felt a little lost. As week 3 comes to a close I am starting to get my bearings, but still feel unsettled at times.  My running feels this way too.  The word “discovery” seems to be my mantra lately..as I am discovering new sights and views, new emotions, new house, new running, new everything... no familiarity which is a little unnerving. Familiarity feels safe. I feel almost as exposed as the landscape.

 

I am amazed at the views of the desert, canyons, and Navajo and Hopi villages and Mesas. Flagstaff has the mountain running I love as well. It is foreign though, and my running feels so slow, which is a little frustrating. Even though I know it is normal, I feel like I shouldn’t be THAT slow. So, a mixed bag of excitement, surreal, frustration, unknowns and discovery.  I feel much like a mixed bag!  So, right now I’m just staying mostly in the right now...which is against my grain. Learning to be fine with all of the unknowns and navigating without trying to control the future or outcomes. This is bringing at the same time peace and uneasiness, even though “control” is an illusion, it is difficult to let go of that desire to achieve it or chase after it.  I can tell I am learning, because of how I feel about my 2015 Cool Impossible.

 

This is the 5th year I will be chasing a “Cool Impossible”. I am delighted to say, this is the first year I have had no hesitation or anxiety in putting it out there. I am shooting high, waaaay over my head even. My CI is to get in to The North Face 50 mile endurance challenge championships in December 2015…. and place top 10 female. It excites me and is funny and awesome all in one. A year ago I would’ve thought, “I should really think of something that is more possible”, “What will people think if I put that out there?”, “They will laugh”, “There is no way I can achieve that”, “What will my coach think?”, “what if I don’t achieve it?”. Who cares!  Really...who cares? So what if I don’t get top 10 or 20 or 40?  What if I come in dead last?  It is the going for it that matters. It is the fun of chasing after the impossible. Learning what the human spirit can achieve in the process and the experience is the real cool impossible.




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This Sunday is my "big race" for the year, the Celebration Half-Marathon.  While not as prepared as I'd like to be, I'm definitely more prepared than I was last year for my first ever HM.  No more time left for training runs, so now I'm trying to decide which pace to aim for.
 
A brief recap of last year's HM: 13:20 per mile pace with a 173 bpm Avg HR (198 bpm Max HR at the finish line).  My training went pretty well over the summer, but my running schedule went a bit haywire after the school year resumed.  I never covered more than 10 miles in my inconsistent training, so the last few miles of the race should be fun.
 
I plan on signing up with one of the member's of the pace team, but I'm debating which pace to shoot for.  The pacer choices in the approximate vicinity of my expected race pace are:
11:26, 10:41, 10:18, 9:55, 9:33, 9:10, and 8:58.
 
A sampling of some of my recent runs include:
  • 1.0 mile, 8:42 pace, 168 bpm (HRZ 7)
  • 3.6 miles, 10:43 pace, 146 bpm (HRZ 3)
  • 3.7 miles, 11:06 pace, 147 bpm (HRZ 3)
  • 6.5 miles, 12:58 pace, 137 bpm (HRZ 2)
  • 5.0 miles, 13:28 pace, 133 bpm (HRZ 1)
  • 8.0 miles, 13:29 pace, 142 bpm (HRZ 2)
Based on my test run HR and speed zones, I would expect to have a pace of 10:24 to 9:58 and a HR range of 155 to 159.  One of the online calculators predicts a 10:26 pace based on my last 1 mile time.
 
The prudent thing to do would be signing up with the 11:26 pacer.  Based on the calculators, perhaps I should sign up with the 10:18 pacer. That said, the 9:55 pacer and the allure of trying for a sub-10:00 mile is oh-so tempting.
 
Your thoughts?
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I love those 10 second sprints in Phase I!

I get to feel like a track star for a bit. :)

I am really enjoying my second time though the TCI program thus far. Last time it was all about adjusting to the form changes and getting used to running a little slower during most of my easy runs. This time, I have really been able to focus on the bigger picture. Instead of just trying to make sure I land on the forefoot and get my cadence down, I can really tune in to the entire form (stability, consistency, and fluidity).

A huge thanks to Eric the book and this site! I can't say enough about his generosity in providing feedback and guidance to those of us who ask for it.

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Steve Prefontaine's Diet

I found this online and thought many of you may be interested in this as was I, again it seems to me that this is another example of basic, good nutrition being the key to our fueling needs.

Steve Prefontaine's Diet

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Steve Prefontaine weighed 145 lbs and tried to maintain that weight while training and during down time when his weight could creep to 150 lbs. Many of the big time runners of the 20th century were carefree about their eating habits and diets. New runners today seem to have to much information and they start to fall apart with anxiety when they try to prepare for races. Now there are gels, gu, electrolytes, compression gear, fancy shoes, sports socks all the things we try to explain simply on this blog to get to the roots of running. Many people are told to carb up and the reality is that you are just getting fatter before a race and possibly making it harder on yourself since your gut will be full of crap literally.

Pre's diet consisted of whole foods typically
  • Grains
  • Salads
  • Meat sparingly
  • Pancakes/Waffles
  • Anything fresh vegetables/fruits
  • Noodles
  • Beer
  • Pizza/Junk food(Hostess) 
Not everything on this list was a constant. Pre did die in a car wreck while intoxicated but he was not drinking out of control all the time. Pre was very social and would sip a beer while hugging and roaming the room around saying Hi to everyone he knew. That was a misfortunate accident with a lot of gray area about the details. My point is that his diet was pretty simple when you look at the list. No sports drinks no Protein shakes no supplements he just ate what was available and did great. Sometimes we give ourselves reasons why its okay to fail or tell ourselves why we won't succeed at a given moment because we don't have all the tools we have been using like if you don't have your energy gel for the race. The truth is we give all those things power when all the strength you need is within you. Yes supplements help, but so did holding a feather in a trunk so DUMBO could fly. Eat clean, light, food from nature and you will run as strong as possible.
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Zone 2 Run In Heart Rates 5-6

Yesterday evening as the sun was low I ran on Cable Beach just a stones throw away from where we are staying here in the tropics of Broome N.Western Australia. I ran for 45min covering 7.2km with an average H.R. of 157bpm.When I headed out in the airconditioning of our room my HR was between 68-71 but as soon as I stepped out up to 127 it jumped within in minutes as I walked through the grounds of the resort to start my run at the roadway adjacent to reception. At the time of my run, 5.00pm the temperature was 34deg C with about 70% humidity. It's a very short run maybe 500 metres to the beach where 33km of white sand spreads before you in the shape of an "r" with the resort being where the curved part of the "r" meets the straight section below it.By the time I was running on the beach my HR was 134 which I was happy with given the conditions. I adjusted my Garmin so that it only displayed my HR and I ran as if I should be in zone 2 but my HR continued to rise. After about 15 minutes it was 162 bpm so I stopped had a drink of the water and watched my HR. Pleasingly in no time my HR was back down to 132,so I started running again. In a instant it started to rise when it had reached 150bpm very quickly, I thought ok Robert lets see what I can do about this.So I concentrated on not speeding up, on perfect form (which I'm sure I failed at), knee drive, run under your hips, forfoot strike, relax your upper body, swing your arms in a straight plain, concentrate ........ CONCENTRATE! Then blow me down, my HR started to fall, not by much, but it wasn't back at 162 it hovered around 152-154 Ok, systems check, foot strike, feet are ok, legs, yes legs are ok, breathing, yes seems ok not laboured, HR, shit, it's close to 160 again at 159 & yep I dripping with sweat. So I again stopped drinking some water, took my hat off as a, it was soaking and not absorbing anything and b, the breeze had an instant cooling effect.Again before long, surprisingly, my HR had returned to the low 130's so I started running again as if I was completing a slow zone 2 run concentrating of strict form trying to illuminate any excess movement. However there was no getting around it, even on the beach, though a little cooler the humidity was still very high, my HR again started to steadily climb. Not as quickly mind you but I could manage, by strict form and slowing down, delay it's inevitable return to the 160's.Running towards me was the lopping figure of a man who looked in some distress, running without water. As it was low tide and the beach was 4 or 500M wide we were a couple of 100M apart width wise so I deviated from the waters edge running to him asking if he was ok and offering him a drink. He said he was alright but he looked terrible and I told him to be careful as dehydration sets in quickly. He ran on in the direction that I had just come from and I hope he was alright.As we ran in the opposite direction I checked my Garmin and it read 163 bpm but I felt good, systems check again, yet all seems ok so I kept running the 1.5 - 2km back to the resort with my HR hovering between 160 and 165 bpm.As soon as I stopped sweat poured from every pore in my body and as I walked the walkways shaded by gigantic Frangipani back to our room I was dripping sweat onto the wooden walkways, evidence of just how quickly you do dehydrate in the tropics. On my return to the room I downed a Poweraid and about a litre of water before having a cool shower. Upon emerging I found myself still sweating a bit which took a little bit to stop. Taking a book and water I went out onto the balcony and in the last throws of the sunset I read and finished the water feeling very happy with what I had learned about form and my bodies reactions to the heat and humidity of this beautiful place.I look forward to my next run and my battle with Heart Rate.
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Reflections on 2014

As I sit here today thinking about 2014 and dreaming about 2015, I started to get frustrated. I realized I have not accomplished my 2013 nor my 2014 Cool Impossibles. At first I let negativity take over. I could choose to see myself as a loser, a pathetic excuse of a runner who's too weak to accomplish her goals. But then I flipped my thinking around. Sure, its still a bummer that I didn't achieve my CI's, but in the last 2 years, with the help of Eric's book and this wonderful community, I would consider myself vastly smarter, more patient, and more aware of my body. I'm amazed at some of the things I thought my 38-yr-old body wouldn't/couldn't do. I also like to think that I helped my dad begin to challenge himself. 

I continue to remain excited about my CI. I know I will do it . All the struggles I've been through will make the accomplishment so much sweeter.

Happy New Year everyone!! Make it a great 2015!!

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Just saying...

I think the holiday season is as good as thanksgiving and give us an opportunity to be thankful.

When I started running years back, I was "doing my own thing" but was rather aimless.

Fast forward to 2013. Eric's book. I started reading voraciously, training, practicing (balance board, people!) and this past summer, I attended Coach Orton's camp  in WY. What an experience!

Slowly things have evolved. I started shaving time off my 50K PB, by one hour, and another hour. And another. My body feels stronger. Recovers faster. My mindset has changed. The adversity, the fear are all moved out of the way as they come up. 

My first 50 miles race was in November. Weather and ill health got me to miss the cut-off. But the following week-end marked my best time ever.

I have signed up for American River 50 miles in march of next year. I'll be running with elite runners.  And in may, I will be running the BTR (Born To Run) 100 miles.

I could not have done that without Eric's guidance.

Thank you. Happy holidays!

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WHY WE RUN by Bernd Heinrich

Right off the bat I have to say that I disagree with Eric and Rich's assessment of this book. They wrote here that they both found it "hard to get into and as a result did not like it very much". I on the other hand found it to be engrossing, engaging and a very enjoyable to read.

Its not a how to book though it does layout Bernd's preparations, experiments with diet, his training and his stunning description of the 100km race itself, run on October 4 1981 in Chicago Illinois. The race where he set a new world record over this distance. His journey is made all the more amazing as it's in an era before the "sports drink and supplement explosion" and Bernd takes you with him on his path of discovery and enlightenment.10059099888?profile=original

His observations and explorations as a young man in africa with his parents collecting insect specimens for his father. His jouney through boarding school, his achievements, failures and lessons learned on the cross country team. The lessons being learned are not those of an elite runner but of a good one that can see something in the far distance that he is yet to fully recognize.

His passion to know why and to solve very complex biological and psychological problems, the eloquence he displays as he takes these very complex biological and psychological observations making them accessable to all of us, in my opinion, makes this book one of the very best Ive read.

The way in which Bernd explores and compares the enurance qualities and deficiencies found in the animal kingdom to our own qualities and deficiencies as endurance athelets is both thought provoking, enlightening and completely engaging. 

I was hooked from the very first word and I highly recommend it.

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Calf Issue - Progressive exercise

having now spent almost a month at level one I am impressed by the gains and changes to my strength and posture.
I haven't been able to spend as much time as I should on the fit-ball but have managed to dedicate time every day to the exercises and drills.
I am still not completely pain free in my gastroc/soleous and will attempt to run post a fitness test 24/12/14. 30 x pain free full extension calf raises and single leg hopping. Continuing with self massage/trigger point roller and stick.

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