…and I’m back!

After over a month of silence I have returned! In the past month I’ve done some cool stuff: celebrated Christmas with my family, visited my best friend in the Peace Corps, gone skiing and caught up with some good friends.

Here’s a recap of the past month:

It’s been a great month, and time to focus on getting back to life in Boston and of course, working out!

Shameless Boyfriend Promotion: Santa Speedo Run 2009

500 Brave Souls Take the Streets of Boston by Storm in Their Speedos


For the third year in a row my boyfriend will be taking part in the Santa Speedo Run throughout Boston’s Back Bay on December 12th. If you haven’t heard of this before, it’s a Charity Run that happens the second weekend in December every year, and yes, I am compltely serious when I say he’ll be running in only a speedo with 499 of his closest friends. To check out the photographic recap of last year’s event, check out the detailed album here from Boston.com.

Aside from the comic relief provided by watching 500 speedo clad people run down the streets of Boston in nearly freezing weather, he is required to raise $250 to be involved in this event. Admittedly takes part in this event because it’s a hell of a lot of fun, but it also raises a bunch of money for several worth charities. This year he chose Crossroads for Kids – which gives an outlet to at risk kids who need positive influences and a positive community in their lives. Please visit his fundraising page if you feel inclined to make a small donation.

Check back on Monday the 14th for my recap of the event!

Kim’s New Workout Plan

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So I might not be Kayne West, but after a long break I feel that it’s time to wip my butt back into shape. Sure, after a marathon it’s always normal to take a little break from working out. I was burnt out, my body body is broken down and truth be told, I desperately wanted to be able to engage in all those social activities I shelved during the four months of marathon training. This year was no exception. After a painful marathon filled with breathing issues and a nagging knee injury, I was more than happy to hang up my shoes for a few weeks. During that time I spent time on the elliptical, doing crunches and stretching, going to yoga classes and dabbling in some light weight training. Granted, if a social engagement or a TV show that piqued my interest came up, I would forgo the gym in favor of relaxation. I gave my body time to recover and now the itch has returned. Now I’m relaxed, focused and ready to get back into total body shape, not just running. In order to really hold myself to training, I’m publishing my “New Workout Plan”

Looking ahead to Chicago 2010, I’m focusing on the following:
1. Core Strength:I had a swim coach in high school that used to drill the importance of core strength into our heads on a daily basis. She used to tell us that literally every movement we made in the water could be improved if we strengthened our core. I do have to agree, but it’s not strictly limited to superficial ab muscles, but rather stabilizer muscles.
My Solution: Attending a weekly bootcamp class at my gym which consists of circuit training in the following areas, jumping rope, squats, lunges, abs, balance exercises. I’m also going to regularly work on lifting weights and try muscle conditioning classes.

2. Stretching: This is probably my greatest regret going into MCM 2009, not stretching enough and skipping my weekly yoga routine. When I was training for the NYC marathon making the decision to attend one yoga class a week was the best training decision I have ever made. It provided me with great stretching and strengthening routine I couldn’t do by utilizing any other type of activity. I also loved how it toned my body better than swimming, running or any other type of cardio could do for me
My Solution: Attending at least one yoga class a week, if not two as well as trying my hand at Pilates.

3. SPEED: Another frustrating aspect of morphing into a marathoner is the loss of your speed. Granted, I have never possessed fast twitch muscles, but I used to be able to grunt through a 50 free style and multiple 5K’s in a respectable time. I’m going to look back to my old “grunt my way through” attitude and hope that it helps me start quickly and finish strong.
Solution: At least One Speed work out a week, as well as at least one shorter “Pace” run.

So as it stands Here’s my schedule:

Monday: 3-5 mile pace run, crunch series, as well as at least 5 different weight machines/free weights
Tuesday: Bootcamp class over lunch and after work “in office” yoga
Wednesday: Slower run (recovery from all those quats) plus Crunch series, and Weight lifting
Thursday: Muscle Conditioning and a speed work run
Friday: Off
Saturday: Longer run outside, possibly weight lifting
Sunday: Yoga or an off day

I know it seems ambitious, but I think I need to do this to myself to readjust, refocus and get back in the game, LITERALLY!

Sprint Your Halls Off: Hill Holliday Edition

My company was lucky enough to be challenged by the Puma Running team in the “Sprint Your Halls Off” challenge. A crew of 18 brave Hill Holliday employees took to the halls of 53 State St to fearlessly defend the HHCC identity. Though we fell short of the blazing fast defending Google, we held our own. Quick Question PUMA, are there points for style while completing a Dunkin’ Run?

Please watch the video below, I’m lucky to work at a kickass company that let’s us take an hour of our day to run around and then celebrate with a beer. I was at the office until 8pm that night, but it was 100% worth it. All of the participants and spectators had a blast and got to know one another.

Thanks to Johnny Won for making it happen–you rock!

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The Flickr feed and recap

Cheers!

Marine Corps Marathon 2009: Defense Wins Championships!

Going into MCM 2009 I felt good, I was tapered and I felt amped up for the race. I excitedly talked with friends about my goal to break 4 hours and to run with my running buddies Kate, Michele and Steve. I wasn’t nervous, I was calm and focused. I was channeling my friend Noel’s amazing race in Twin Cities and felt confident. But, what happened on Sunday proves that you really never know what will happen on race day.

Saturday we all headed into the city and went to the expo which was EH, not great. NYC was amazing last year and so well run, this one was very chaotic and I personally was disappointed in the apparel selections. Silly, I know! On top of the amazing NYC expo and race experience, I also volunteered at the marathon expo in Boston last year, and let’s be honest–nothing trumps Boston! To save a little money and not have to worry about stomach issues, the night before the big race we had a big pasta dinner in my hotel room room. It was really fun and it brought me back to swimming psyche parties back in high school: tons of pasta, garlic bread and excitement. I had about 15 friends come through that evening which was great, it was a fantastic way to get pumped up and take the edge off the 26.2 miles waiting for us the next day!

That night the excitement of the race was becoming apparent by the nervous squeals and outbursts that Kate and I elicited that evening as we got ready for bed. We turned out the light and I unfortunately had a really hard time sleeping because I was so excited. I was feeling good and I knew I could do it! I just kept envisioning my race in NYC last year and how fantastic everything went. Clearly, MCM 2009 was going to be a bigger and better version of this! The alarm went off at 5am, and it felt like I had slept for 5 minutes, UGH. We piled on some warm running clothes and went for a 15 minute jog in Rosslyn. Our hotel was so close to the finish line that there were already Marines out organizing everything waving to us and yelling out “good luck!” I was nervous, but I felt ready! We went back up to the room, ate our breakfasts, got race clothes on. Below is a picture of Kate and me just moments before we left for the start line:
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We did one last check of the room and left to meet our friends Steve and Michele downstairs. The four of us left to walk to the start line which is about a half mile away—which was great. I LOVED not having to check anything or deal with a shuttle, we just walked there. This was a MAJOR positive compared to waiting for four hours on Staten Island last year!

We walked through the start line and got ourselves familiarized with the “corrals” which were basically self seeded areas, which needs to be changed in my opinion. We found out way to the Porta Potties, which had insanely long lines. We waited for about 15 minutes before we each got a turn. The porta potty area, and lack of available potties brought on some unnecessary pre race anxiety. I always think I need to go to the bathroom before or during running, and always several times before a big race, which was sadly impossible here—so one strike against the race organizers right there. Another criticism I had was the lack of water and food in the runners village, or at least that I could find! I made sure to not over hydrate (which I did in NYC) and then I was kicking myself for not bringing a water bottle with me-UGH, so mistake #1.

There was an impressive fly over done with V22 Ospreys, a combination of helicopter and airplane, the national anthem was sung and then we were off! Taking some advice from SuperNoel, Kate and I started and I made Kate go slower, and I felt good—I was happy that we warmed up and got some of the nerves out early—that really helped. I was feeling good, but something wasn’t right. I just tried to focus on the task at hand and run a solid race. Around mile 4 I saw a girl I knew from college and her husband who I haven’t seen since graduation, which was a great little surprise! Then, around mile 5 or 6 my chest started tightening up and I started feeling like I couldn’t keep up with the pace (which was now a little above or just over 9 minute miles) Kate was a trooper and stayed with me even though she felt great. I also was really frustrated by the lack of water stops—in NYC they had one at every mile, but this one they had one every other or every third, which was frustrating. Even when there was a water stop at some points it was so crowded it was impossible to get over to the volunteers! Everything really took a turn for the worse at mile 8. Anyone who has run this race before knows that there is a HUGE hill, which was extremely painful to say the least. Kate was running a few paces ahead of me, and my breathing was becoming more and more difficult, so I made the decision to stop and walk. I’ve never had breathing problems before (well, I’m lying, I did have the same sensation at the end of my last 20 miler, as well as the 10k I did a few weeks ago) so it was an extremely strange experience for me. I told myself—just make it to Mile 10—that’s where my mom, Foxy, Hannah and Patti are so that will help. Just see your friends, if it’s bad and you’re dying, you can stop. The closer I got to Mile 10 the more and more I thought about just stopping—It was so hard to breathe and I was so thirsty, suffice to say, I really was hating life. I finally found my mom, Foxy, Hannah, Patti and a few other friends and I was like “this SUCKS, this is not like it was last year” and I was complaining about breathing and my heart rate to them.
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My mom gave me a water and I gave her a hug and then went on—I held onto the water for the next 3 miles and alternated between running and walking everytime my chest got so tight that I couldn’t breathe, which was terrible. It was disconcerting, exhausting and frustrating all at once–Why was this happening to me?! When I approached mile 14 there was a medical tent, I figured I probably wouldn’t see one for another few miles so it would be best to stop and try to at least get myself checked out by a professional. I told them my heart was racing what I felt was more than normal, my chest was tight and I was having a hard time breathing. They ran around for a minute or 2 (at this point I didn’t care about my time anymore), took my pulse and they said that they thought it was actually pretty low. They asked if I wanted to be further evaluated and I said no-just that I wanted a little water. They also listened to my heart beat and didn’t hear anything weird and also gave me some Tylenol and I took off. I felt a little better because at least I knew I wasn’t going to die and that I had a bit of a break from running for a bit.

Then I saw my cheering squad again at mile 16 and told them I had stopped at the medic tent and that they said I was OK, my mom and boyfriend looked relieved. My mother told me I looked better and was happy to hear that I had taken precautions and stopped at the tent, they gave me another water which was a huge help. I took off again and my knee really started bothering me. Great, just great. I could feel the awful pain from a tight IT band and I pretty much knew I was screwed. At this point I was right by the national mall which is so gorgeous and there were a ton of spectators. It was such a juxtaposition, the most majestic scenery of the marathon and then there I was, sinking faster the the Titanic.

I was limping and crying to myself because I’ve never had such a big cluster f*** of an athletic event before. I continued to do the same run-walk series, but I would have to get into a power walk, then hobble to get my knee warmed up and then break into a slow run and gain speed until it hurt so bad that I had to stop. The whole scene was just pathetic, I had never had such a terrible athletic experience before, which was impressive considering all of the terrible swimming workouts I did my entire life. The only good news about the quick moving knee pain, was that at least I was stopping enough/or running slow enough that the breathing was no longer an issue.

As I was passing the Washington monument on the left hand side of the mall, I was feeling really terrible and seriously considering stopping and pulling out. I kept thinking to myself, this really is not worth ruining my whole body for! I was walking and feeling crazy frustrated when I looked up and I saw the most inspiring scene of the day. I saw a man that must have been wounded in battle because he had large scars and leg problems all over both of his legs and he was walking quickly with a pair of arm braces. He had a whole team of people around him, including someone pushing a wheel chair just in case he got tired. As I passed him myself and all of the runners surrounding him cheered him on, thanking him for his service, it was quite the demonstration of sportsmanship. The look of determination on his face was enough to make a grown man cry. I just knew stopping was never an option, he MUST finish. I looked at him and I thought, “WOW, if he can do this in what must be unbearable pain, so can I!” It was at that moment that I made a pact with myself, under no circumstances could I not finish. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself and I would beat myself up for being a total wuss and lacking mental toughness. The next 4 miles were much of the same—really bad knee pain so I alternated running and walking.

Then, we got to the bridge over to VA…which is at mile 20 and the motto is “beat the bridge” which means that they open the bridge up to traffic after 4 or 5 hours and after that it goes down to one lane for runners. Well, thankfully I beat the bridge, but it almost drove me mentally insane! The bridge was soooo long and boring it felt like it lasted two endless miles. The best part was, near the very end there was a guy dressed up in a grim reeper costume holding a sign that said “the end is near”—it seriously made me laugh and I was so thankful for that! Then we went into this business district in Arlington which was pretty boring but at least there were supporters there—I ran by my friends Steve and Michele (that part was a down and back loop, so they saw me as they were leaving the area) Steve looked like he was really hurting but SCREAMED my name-which was really helpful. I actually got into a decent groove there and was able to run for about a mile and a half, which was a big accomplishment considering how the day was going! Then I saw the injured war veteran again and that was really inspiring, people were going crazy cheering for him. The end was a total blur-it was a lot of running on highways and I just wanted to be done so badly but my knee was a total mess so I literally couldn’t even walk without limping.
I finally got to mile 26 and I saw my cheering squad again and I just sort of laughed and kept going-my mom said it was a relief to see me with a smile on my face.
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Then there was the finish, it was a HUGE freaking hill…my knee and hips were KILLLLLING me at this point so I had to do this awkward run walk thing upwards. When I finally finished I was seriously crying so hard and I was so disappointed in myself, but I was also extremely happy it was over.

When I finally linked up with my mom I was bawling my eyes out and just kept repeating how frustrating and mystifying it was. NYC had been SO fun and such a breeze the year before—I felt great the entire time and had a blast doing it! Why did this happen?! If anything I trained MORE this year than I did the year before. How could it all come down to THIS?! If I had done it without any support team (my mom, boyfriend, my college friends that came out to support me etc) I probably would have dropped out. I made myself run because I didn’t want to disappoint them because I knew they gave up an entire day of their weekend to cheer me on.

All in all the day totally sucked—but if anything it made me stronger. I know it wasn’t pretty, but in the long run I can look back on this race and smile, knowing that I was tough enough to grunt my way through 26.2 miles of misery. Think if I had just thrown in the towel? Then, I probably would have given up on running, which wouldn’t have been the right move. It also wasn’t me, I don’t quit things! And for those of you who are curious, I’m already planning on visiting the Windy City next Columbus day weekend to run a much faster and stronger 26.2 😉

I have to give a shout out to my support crew, I couldn’t have done it without you!!
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Saluting my running Hero, Noel Wells!

The following post is dedicated to one of my closest friends, Noel Wells, AKA SuperNoel! She qualified for the Boston Marathon in a BLAZING time of 3:35:41 in the Twin Cities Marathon. I’ve been broadcasting it to family and friends like a proud mother, now it’s time to tell the blogging running world of her amazing feat. Below is a picture of Noel and myself in Boston over the 4th of July 2008. I’m now eagerly anticipating her return to Boston in April, this time to run the Boston Marathon on April 19th 2010.
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To give you some background, Noel and I met in college. We were on the swim team together and were always friends, but really bonded and became closer over senior year. I’m not sure why, but we did, and we had a great time training and racing together. Noel has always been a fiercely dedicated person, whether it was school work, swimming, running or a guy she was interested in; she threw her whole heart and soul into something until she saw the results she desired. That’s probably why we’re such good friends and get along so well-we’re like two peas in a pod of intensity. When we both graduated from college we hung up our swim suits and turned to running. I knew both of us wouldn’t do anything half assed, but would really focus on our challenges and labor through hours of training. We talked about it all, the training plans, the blisters, early mornings and even awkward bathroom breaks.

Our first marathons both proved successful. I finished NYC in 4:16, a time I was happy with and Noel was one of the first people I texted with the news. In January, Noel then ran the Disney marathon at a breakneck pace. As she ran, I sat in bed on a cold and snowy Sunday morning in Boston watching her splits on my lap top as if I were watching the peak of action in a suspense flick. Her projected time kept getting faster, and faster, something that I surely thought must be a technological error. But no, she really was negative splitting A MARATHON. I sat in bed and rooted for her and texted her as soon as she finished in 4:03:15, quite the achievement for someone who set her sights on a 4:30 goal time! Post marathon, we chatted about how we both had so much gas left in the tank at the end of each of our races, what we would change etc. It was official, we had both biten by the Marathon bug, there was no turning back.

Fast forward to this spring, we both signed up for fall races: I signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon on October 25th 2009 in Washington D.C. and she signed up for the Twin Cities Marathon in Minnesota on October 4th. We both decided to try the same training program, in hopes to improve our times. I set my sights high, with a reach goal of possibly qualifying for Boston, but being careful to stay self aware that shaving nearly 36 minutes off my time was not an easy task. Instead, I decided to focus on either breaking four hours, or getting as close as possible.

Noel, however, narrowed in on the goal to qualify for Boston and kept her eyes on the prize for the entire 4 months of training. Living in Florida, she would sometimes wake up at 4:30am in order to get a run in before the hot summer humidity and sweltering heat enveloped her neighborhood. On top of battling possible heat stroke on a daily basis, she dealt with a pulled hamstring, Plantar Fasciitis, stomach issues, ankle pain as well as general soreness from running an excessive amount of mileage week after week. I had my battles as well, general soreness, stomach pains during long runs, chest and breathing issues etc. Yet, we took it all in stride and prevailed-that’s what marathoners do, right?

Fast forward to the most crucial part of training, the last 6 weeks, and Noel was ripping things up! She was emailing me telling that she was running at a 8:20 or quicker pace and felt great! I, on the other hand, was beginning the grow bored with training and skipped a 20 mile run in favor of relaxing on the beach in Nantucket (I am not proud of this, but I do not regret it.) I stuck loosely to my plan, but I wasn’t as fiercely focused as I once was. I was drifting away from my roots of intensity, and constantly thought ” I just want my life back!”

Then, Sunday October 4th rolled around. It was the morning of my LAST 20 mile training run–it was cloudy and overcast. I wasn’t terribly psyched about it, but hey–it had to be done! At the same time that I was running, Noel was racing against the clock in Minneapolis in her quest to qualify for Boston. I thought of her often throughout the race channeling her intensity and dedication into my 20 mile run all over the city of Boston. When I finished I was exhausted, but the elation from being done with my last 20 miler took over and canceled out the pain.

Then, I checked my phone. My in Box read: New Message from Noel Wells. I eagerly clicked on it and it simply said “I’m coming to Boston!” A wave of excitement and pride came over me, I screamed to everyone in my apartment, “Noel qualified for BOSTON!!” I quickly logged online and checked her time, 3:35:41–AMAZING. I couldn’t stop talking about her amazing accomplishment, and it was with good reason. Qualifying for Boston is something that runners obsess over, many for their entire lives. Sadly, many of those never succeed in this goal. Now, my friend accomplished elusive achievement in her second marathon…ever.

AMAZING.

I knew she could accomplish this, but now looking at the hard fact that she had done it was mind blowing. 3:35–THAT IS FREAKING FAST!

My pride and excitement for my friend never wore off, and I’d like to thank her for rejuvenating my intensity for accomplishing my own goals in the Marine Corps Marathon this Sunday. I now feel centered and focused on the race, my old lazy “I just want my life back” self is gone. I’m in it for the long haul, a PR no matter what it takes! I’m not trying to qualify for Boston, but instead just record a personal best, which I KNOW I can accomplish. Super Noel–thanks for everything, I will be channeling your amazing performance at Twin Cities this Sunday!

Oh, and I already have your reservation booked at my apt for Patriot’s Day Weekend. 🙂

The Inevitable Pit Stop: The first of many

Every runner knows the drill on the pit stop, they happen. When you run for longer than an hour it’s a part of human nature, sometimes you just have to GO. Maybe not everyday, but there are times in the middle of a run when I feel the need to quickly find a spot to relieve myself. As further evidence to how essential these pit stops are, the running company Saucony even went as far as sponsoring a “pit stop” alongside a popular Boston training route. This move not only recognizes the habits of urban distance runners, but it helps them out–THANK YOU SAUCONY. Here is a picture a friend of mine snapped while cheering Boston runners this past April.Pitstop2

For most runners the pit stop can be as easy as a thickly wooded area, or perhaps if you’re a male, you can just relieve yourself straight off of the Nazarro bridge in the NYC Marathon. Unfortunately, I do not have either of these luxuries. I live in a densely packed urban neighborhood and I am in fact female. So what’s the solution? Asking around and sharing advice on the best runner pit stops.

My first pit stop I’m going to post is my old stand by, The Yawkey Center for Outpatient Care at MGH. Perfectly situated at the beginning, or end of a long hard run, I’ve relied on this bathroom throughout many, many runs. It’s clean, large, and it doesn’t require any awkward lying, begging or pleading. NICE. It’s also not too far off the road, so it doesn’t eat up a significant portion of time from your run.
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I haven’t tested this pit stop in a week or two, but the last time I did I encountered some startling news. The area by the bathroom was blocked off with yellow wet floor signs and a sign hung that said “NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS”. My heart DROPPED, what was I going to do? I hope this is just a one time thing! If I’m going to have to get creative here.

If I ever qualify for Boston I’m going to write a note to MGH thanking them for contributing so much to my marathon training.

The Yawkey Center for Outpatient Care can be found easily off of Cambridge St by the Longfellow Bridge.
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Guest post: My first 5K

I’ve often said that running for the sake of running would be the cornerstone of my own personal hell (presuming the Devil serves individuals as opposed to a single fire-pit for everyone).

Recently, lacking the time to get to the gym and falling well out of shape, I resorted to putting myself through my own personal hell – I signed up for a 5K and began to run 2 miles a few times a week. This past weekend was the 5K and I convinced a couple friends to join me – we finished it in around 30 minutes – leisurely pace, but it was the longest I’ve ever run just for the sake of running.  And, as you can see below, I received a second place medal* for my efforts!
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Well, after running for a few weeks I don’t like running, but I don’t hate it either.  And, I feel better in general – I’ve always been happier when exercising regularly.   I’ll never be running marathons like Kim does, but I am hoping to run another 5K or two this summer (or a 5.2 mile Brewery Race – for obvious reasons).

*Ok, so everyone got medals, but I did finish in 2nd place…in the 211-225 Clydesdale Open Division

Johnny Kelley Half Marathon: I Lived to Blog About It!

This past Sunday I met my fear of unpreparedness head on, I bravely ran 13.1 miles after a measly 2 weeks of training. I ran with my friend’s Steve and Michele, who I feared had been training extensively for the past few months-luckily they were in the same boat as me! So, when the gun went off to signal the beginning of the race we agreed to go at a leisurely 9 minute pace in order to not burn under trained selves out. Below is a photographic time line of the entire race along with comments:
memorial day road racesHere is the crew of runners! 1/2 marathoners along with the 5k crew!

Memorial day road race2Anddd, we’re off! The start of the Johnny Kelley Road race began at Ocean St in Hyannis and the first mile went directly down Main St, which I thought was a cool feature of the race.

Memorial day road race3 Greeting our cheering squad at mile 10. This was a great boost to what turned into a pretty boring race. I nervously asked if they had any water due to the lack of water stops, but Steve took it in his own hands to hydrate. He ran with the beer (pictured in foreground) for about 10 feet and took several gulps! What a champ.

Memorial day road race4 I guess the beer didn’t sit very well because Michele and I lost Steve around mile 11. Here we are finishing out the race in the last 100 yards-look at all that gas left in the tank!

Memorial day road race5 When we came to the finish line we realized we just barely missed being under 2 hours! Huge bummer, but at least we had a great time with it, it’s not everyday you finish 13 miler with a smile on your face!

Memorial day road race6 Johnny Kelley Half Marathon: Complete! This marks the completion of the first of many athletic adventures of 2009 for the three of us!

Looking back on the race, we didn’t break any records or win, but I think most of all we were just happy that we finished the race on a good note! When it comes to endurance races of any distance, the feeling you have while racing is the biggest take away. I wouldn’t say I was personally in my prime, but it felt pretty damn good considering how little I trained. Though I originally posted that I felt my NYC Marathon training was now lost and gone forever, I do have to disagree with my previous statement. I believe that the fact I have already run a FULL marathon gave me the mental edge to muster my way through the race. It also reconfirmed that I never want to take a gamble and under train for another race, especially the Marine Corps Marathon in October!

Now, I’m off to check out what race I can run next-any suggestions are greatly appreciated!

The last post you will see me complain in-COUNT IT!

When I signed up for the Johnny Kelley Half Marathon nearly 5 months ago, I never could have believed that I would be in the state of desperation that I’m in today. I’m running a 1/2 marathon (13.1 miles) on Sunday and I am COMPLETELY unprepared. Whenever I mention I’m running it, my friends say, “oh, you’re fine! You ran a marathon in November! You can do anything!” Touche my friend, TOUCHE. Even though I pounded on the pavement of NYC nearly 6 months ago, gone are the days of 13.1-26.2 mile runs. These long summer and fall training runs are now just a distant memory. As well as something I am greatly looking forward to starting on June 22nd 2009 (the day I officially start training for the Marine Corps Marathon).

So, how did this pathetic state of affairs ever befall someone who is a self proclaimed work out nut? I blame a myriad of issues. First, after the NYC marathon I was burnt out. I was tired and broken down, I took a majority of the holiday season down to only working out 3 or 4 times a week (a far cry from running 40 miles a week, plus abs, yoga and weight training). It was nice, and I assured myself that as of the first of the year I would start swimming come the first of the year.

Next, I blame my somewhat failed attempt to start swimming again. I joined Cambridge Masters, went to some practices and felt invigorated–it was a welcome change from the solitude of running and back to my first love: the water. Yet, I learned that commuting to Harvard University during the cold winter months was much easier said than done without a car. Sure, there was the T, but after awhile the novelty wore off. The long days spent at work, coupled with terrible snow, ice and rain storms motivation all equaled a lack of motivation to trek out to Hahvahd. Sigh.

Then, 4A’s came into the picture. What is 4-WHAT’s you ask? The short explanation is, The Apprentice for young advertising professionals. We were put in teams with people from other agencies and then given a company and an assignment to pitch to an actual client. We then had to compete against 3 other teams to be named the new business pitch winner. It is an opportunity that I am truly grateful for, yet my sleep and workout schedule was the first thing to be sacrificed after 80-90 hour weeks piled on. Unfortunately, sleep directly correlates to my motivation to work out. Double sigh.

Anyways, I’ll end my tirade of excuses. The lesson learned? I will never sign up for a race and go into it THIS unprepared EVER AGAIN (Mark my words!). This race won’t be pretty, but at least it’s the swift kick in the ass I needed to get my butt in gear for MCM 2009 and beyond. I’m no longer burnt out, I’m energized! The weather? It is freaking AWESOME out nearly everyday. And my work schedule? I Waved goodbye to 90 hour weeks not too long ago. Hello Work-Life balance! So please, cross your fingers, say your prayers and think your good thoughts, I will need them!

Be sure to check back on Monday for results of the Blood bath!