Saturday, December 14, 2013

Week 10: My Birthday Week

Week 10: My Birthday Week
 
My training for the week
 
Monday- ran 8.04 miles
Tuesday- rode 44.22 miles and ran 12.61 miles
Wednesday – ran 16.01 miles
Thursday – ran 26.20 miles
Friday – rode 33.56 miles


 
Hard Days
 
I work a regular 9-5 job.  This is perfect because I do not have to work weekends, making it easy to fit in my long runs.  When I can't run long on the weekend, this forces me to do them during the week.  Meaning very early mornings.  This was one of those weeks.  
 
 Too Early
 
Waking up that morning was not hard.  It seemed like I was waking up from a nap.  I sprung out of bed because I could not wait to wear my brand new running clothes that I got the night before.  I woke up, made myself coffee, ate some oatmeal, and I was on my way.  I had to drive about 30 minutes to meet my friend Ari, whom I convinced to come with me.  She is an 800-meter runner, so distance is not her thing.  While I do my long runs she will ride her bike.  Yes, my friend wakes up at 3 am to come ride her bike along side me for 4 hours while I run.  I am very blessed to have a friend like that.  When we got to our starting destination, we put on our extra layers, because it was 39 degrees out.  We put on our extra lights, then loaded up her backpack with food and water, and we were on our way.


 

The Run
 
During the run I felt great.  No knee, thigh, or foot problems.  Ari did mention though that I seemed loopy since I did not sleep much the night before.  We ran out 13 miles.  By mile 11 I really needed to go to the bathroom.  Since the last place I saw a bathroom was at a park about 2 miles back.  I ran a quick 2 miles back to the park.  Once I got to the parking I realized that the bathrooms were closed. I began to panic.  There were no bathrooms open for miles.  I found a spot and quickly left.  

Eating During the Run 

I didn't eat much during the run.  I had two packets of baby food and stopped at a McDonald's where I got water and soda. 

There is something indescribably gratifying about having to wake up at 3 am in order to get in my training runs so that I can still go to work and live a normal life.  Although I am exhausted by the end of a day like that  I know in my heart that days like this will pay off.  On race day I will know when my body is exhausted that this is what I trained for.  I trained my body and mind to work hard when all they want to do is rest.  In order to achieve something great one must make even greater sacrifices.  
 
I Am Blessed 
 
I am very thankful to have friends like Ari, who support me on my long runs.  To keep me safe, motivated, and energized.  This sport is very demanding.  It takes up a lot of
time and makes you very tired, physically and mentally.  It is relieving to know that I have friends and family who support me and understand the time and dedication it takes in order to excel in this sport.  I have to say that's is what I am most fortunate for.  They help me keep motivated and not feel so out of place when I need to wake up at 3 AM to go run 26 miles.  My friends and family help clarify the necessity of my tough training runs when I am second guessing myself. 



Thoughts

 I feel each  training run I've been doing is preparing my body to get used to the long mileage every week.  I feel better after each one.  I'm excited to run my 28 miles on Sunday and to let you guys know how that went

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Week 9: My Thanksgiving Week

Week 9: My Thanksgiving Training Week
 
For Thanksgiving week I went to Lake Havasu with my fiancĂ© and his family.  It was so much fun.  The weather was perfect.  I had a few long runs I needed to accomplish.  
 
Here is how my training schedule went for the week
 
Monday – ran 24.09 miles
Tuesday – rode 62.92 miles
Wednesday – rode 33.88 miles
Thursday – ran 16.23 miles
Friday – ran 26.27 miles
Saturday – rode 25.12 miles


 
On Thanksgiving I ran 16.23 miles.    I ran it at a pretty quick pace.  I ran 8 miles out and 8 miles back.  The first 8 miles was up hill.  I had to push the first 8 miles, and I was able to relax a bit on the way back.  That night, we had our Thanksgiving dinner.  I had turkey, dessert, and WINE.  Not a good idea.  The next morning when I woke up, I felt horrible.  I knew right then it was a bad idea that I drank, because I had to run my longest training run of 26 miles that day.  Running that day was very hard.  I was tired from my long training week, as well as, I still felt stuffed from the night before, and the several glasses of wine was not making my legs feel any better.  My thighs were burning the whole entire time.  I did my best to ignore them.  I feel that when you think about the pain, that will only make you weaker.  My calves felt great, and my foot was fine.  My foot was giving me issues a few weeks before.  The muscle on the bottom of my foot felt like it was pulling every step I took.  It felt great that day.  And my calves felt amazing!  Usually when I run, especially uphill, my calves get crazy tight.  My calves and I have a love/hate relationship.  I love them because they take me to so many amazing places, but I hate them because they are what usually gives me the most issues when going to those amazing places.  It is funny how some days you can feel amazing and how some days issues occur that are unexpected.  

I was very blessed that day, because my future mother-in-law, Karen and my fiancĂ©, Ryan were so sweet.  They both came along with me while I ran.  It helped me take my mind off of what I was doing, and just enjoy being around them.  Karen rode a beach cruiser, while my Ryan was on a cross-bike.  Mike, my future father-in-law gave us support out in his car to give us food and water.  I felt like I was racing with my crew and pacers.  This made it fun!  



Mind you, the first 13 miles was all up hill, so the fact that Karen rode a beach cruiser  uphill for 13 miles was super impressive.  She had no gloves, no bike shorts, was not clipped in, like most riders use.  Yes, she is a stud.  That was when I realized why she does not think I am crazy.  I have done that ride many times on  my road bike, and trust me it is extremely difficult.   Knowing how difficult of a time she was having made it easier for me to deal with my task at hand.  

*I just have to stop for a moment and say that I am so blessed by the people around me who help and support me in the sport I love.  If it wasn't for them, I would not be where I am today, which is following my dreams.  Ryan, Karen, and Mike, took time out of their day to give me the support I needed in order to have a successful training run.  I am truly blessed* 

During the run, I did not eat too much.  I had two things of baby food, a muffin, some grapes, Gatorade and water.  Usually I am craving to eat and drink more.  I feel my body is getting used to the mileage.  This makes me so happy because I am starting to feel very confident that I will be ready for my race.  Probably the best feeling in the world!!  



Trust me by the time I ran the 26 miles I was wiped out.  The ride the next day was nice and SLOW!  It's alway good to cycle your legs out the next day after a long run.  I am looking forward to my mileage increase next week!  I hope you all had an amazing Thanksgiving!! 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Signed Up for my Third Ultramarathon

I have officially signed up for my third Ultramarathon.  I'm super excited and nervous all at the same time. I am ready to take what I have learned from my first ultra and put my self to the test again. I am confident that I've become a better runner/ racer all around from the first two races and countless hours of training. Much of my training will remain untouched, however, I am going to do more cross training, back exercises, abs and arms. As a runner I tend to forget those vital muscle systems. I forgot how important cross training is and how will help me become a better runner. 



The race I signed up for is the Coldwater Rumble in Goodyear, Arizona. This will be the inaugural 100 mile distance of this race. It will be heldon January 25, 2014 and my  training has already started. I've completed some amazing runs. I ran an 18 mile run in Steamboat Colorado in altitude


I'm excited to share my journey of completing my second 100 mile running race. 

Monday, May 13, 2013

Runnin' in the Twilight Zone


The first official Badwater Ultramarathon sister race and Badwater Ultramarathon Qualifier, "BADWATER: Salton Sea," was held on Monday and Tuesday, May 6 and 7, 2013. For this inaugural race, Badwater Ultramarathon veterans, as well as the 2013 Badwater Ultramarathon race field, to enter and lead teams to compete in the event.  I was asked by a Badwater veteran, Chris, to be on his team with another Badwater veteran, Danny.  I was very nervous to commit to it because I had not been training to compete in an 81-mile race, and because when I heard Badwater veterans would be a part of it, it made me timid.  In order to be in this race you had to have one Badwater veteran on the team.  The man who puts on Badwater put on this race.  For those who do not know, Badwater is a 135-mile ultra marathon in Death Valley during the month of July.  You have 48 hours to complete it.  Badwater is often touted as the most difficult ultra marathon race in the United States for its Eastern Sierras high elevation climbs, and crazy hot Death Valley temperatures.  So, when I was asked to be a part of this race, I am sure you could see why I was nervous to commit. I would only have a month to train for it.  We assumed that the people who were involved in this race would be a level above me because they have competed in Badwater.  My boyfriend Ryan, did not want to me compete in it because even though I won my first ultra marathon, he felt it was too short notice because he knew I had not been training for it.  After a lot of back and forth debates with myself, I decided to sign up.  I told myself I will try my best and take this race on as a challenge.
The BADWATER: Salton Sea route was approximately 81 miles from Salton City (elevation 125 feet below sea level) to Palomar Mountain, the tallest mountain in San Diego County (finish line elevation: 5500 feet above sea level.) There was a total elevation gain of 9000 feet.
Eight of the 81 race miles passed through Anza-Borrego State Park on the California Riding and Hiking Trail from near Borrego Springs to near Ranchita. 
Team Format
All race entrants must enter and race as teams of three runners (all male, all female, or co-ed divisions), remaining together for the duration, sharing one support vehicle with at least two crew members. For 2013, a maximum of just 20 teams were accepted and every team must include a Badwater Ultra marathon veteran specifically invited by AdventureCORPS to captain a team.
All members of each team must remain together while running (within 10 meters) at all times. Teams must make their presence known at all Time Stations located along the route and may only depart each Time Station together. Team arrival times at Time Stations will be recorded and made public. All members of each team must run the entire distance and cross the finish line together to be considered Official Finishers.

The crew
My crew consisted of Ryan, my boyfriend who crewed me in my first ultra, Javelina Jundred, and Ken, a friend of mine.  My dad tagged along for the first 53 miles.  There were specific rules stating they did not want to have any spectators during the race. 





BADWATER: Salton Sea would technically be my second ultra marathon.  I want to run Badwater in 2014, which means I need three 100 ultra marathons under my belt in order to qualify.  Knowing this would be a qualifier I took this race as a challenge.  Not only to finish it, but to learn more about ultra running from other runners and about myself.  The race started at 7 am.  The next 41 hours will be the longest time I have been awake/ on my feet.  Even though it was only 81 miles, and my first ultra was 101.4 miles, it took a longer amount of time to complete it.  All the stopping, and walking my teammate Chris needed caused us to be a little over 26 hours to complete this race.

We were going strong in the beginning, jogging, but steadily.  In the beginning of ultras you need to prepare yourself for the many miles you have in front of you.  As a runner, you cannot go out fast, or else you will not have the energy for a strong finish.  The first 35 miles were windy.  I knew I could pull our team by having them follow behind me, allowing them to draft off me as I block the wind for them.  We did this for about the first 35 miles.  At about mile 30, my teammate Chris was starting to have issues.  I still cannot grasp what was wrong with him, but the next 51 miles took forever.  From the start of the race to about mile 30, the temperature was around 89 with a head wind.  At this point, Ryan and I made the decision to change the way I was eating.  We realized that this wasn’t going to be the race we had prepared ourselves for, which meant to decrease my salt intake, and stick to more base foods.  “Salt” is a term we use for electrolytes supplements.  In these pills there are different types of sodium that help the body retain water, and replace electrolytes the body uses through extended periods of exercise.  But when you are going at the pace we were going its better to save your kidneys.  Once we got to mile 35 we had to make a stop for Chris at the hotel where the time check in station was.  We had to wait for 30 minutes because Chris needed to be checked out by medical.  This is where my crew changed my clothes getting ready for the weather to change.  I actually sat down in a chair.  This normally would never happen, but I thought what the heck, we will probably be waiting a while.  At this point we were in Borrego Springs in town.  5 miles ahead would be the beginning of a climb that would bring us up to the S22 peak where the weather would be around 40-degrees.  Once Chris was ready to go, we headed out again.  At mile 41 we headed up an 8-mile trail up to S22 peak.  This is where we would not see our crew for a couple more hours.  Ryan prepped me for the climb by putting a hydration pack with 70 ounces of water on me with food, flash lights, space blanket, matches, and first aid kit.  We climbed several thousand feet in 40-degree temps and rain.  The higher we got the colder it was.  As it got colder, the more I was itching to run.  I kept praying my teammate would feel better so we could get this over with and finish already.  We could see teams off in the distance now because by this time it was dark out and we could see their lights.  At about mile 47 we were coming up the climb, and I could see someone coming towards us with a light reflecting vest.  That was when I heard someone say “Kate”.   That was when my heart filled with excitement.  It was Ryan.  He ran out on the trail from the top to come find us and make sure we knew our way.  There was heavy cloud cover, so the moon or stars could not provide light for us.  That was probably the most excited I got the whole race.  It was a long climb at a slow pace.  I felt alone through it because I was realizing my teammate was not going to get better, and may even drop out.  Seeing Ryan made me not feel so alone anymore, because I knew that he understood what I was going through.  He knew I wanted to finish and I wanted to finish by pushing my body beyond its limits.  For me that is the joy of ultra running.  Pushing your body and mind to its fullest potential and challenging yourself.  Ryan was able to motivate Chris at this point telling him we were almost done with the climb.  Thankfully Ryan was wearing extra clothes.   He gave me his jacket and gloves. They were a lifesaver the rest of the race, without it I probably would of froze.  Once we got to the top we saw our crew car.    Again we sat in the crew car and waited for Chris to rest and be checked by the medic.  Our poor crew had to wait outside in the rain and wind while we sat in the car and ate soup.  Our crew loved us too much.  This was where everyone changed into warmer clothing; me adding another jacket under the one Ryan gave me, and Chris and Danny putting on pants.  We took off again.  At this point I wanted to run as fast as I could to keep warm.  The sad thing was I couldn’t run too far ahead because that would break the distance rule from my team.  Danny allowed me to run ahead and come back to them so I could keep warm.  I kept up with this process for a good portion of the remainder of the race.  The best way to describe this situation was I was like the rabbit trying to get my teammate to want to catch up to me, while Danny, my other teammate was the motivator, trying to make sure no one quit. 









Ultra running does not only show how physically fit an athlete is, but how mentally strong they are.  It tests every part of you. 

Chris kept getting into the car, not realizing every time he did so he was cooling his body off, making is harder for Danny and I to stay warm. 

Chris walked while I ran a half-mile up, and would run back to them.  I needed to stay warm, running was the only way I could do so.  Technically yes that was against the rule, but by this point I was thinking of it as my own survival and I was trying to keep the distance as tight as possible.  With all the running I did back and forth, that would cause me to sweat.  Then when Chris would stop I would get COLD because I was all wet from rain and sweat.  At one point after Chris stopped at the car for about 15 minutes for another nap… I stood there freezing… Ryan told me to run ahead a bit to warm myself up.  As I was running off, my teeth literally would not stop chattering.  That was when I knew from now on I needed to look out for myself.

At mile 52, 12:10 am in the morning, Chris decided he needed to stop on the side of the road to take a 20-minute nap.  It was about 40 degrees, windy, and raining.  Our crew was only a mile and a half up, but he wanted to sleep on the side of the road.  While he did so, Danny and I ran up and back around him to try to keep warm. 

At mile 56 at about 1:10 am Chris decided to run again after another 15-minute nap.  This was the first time we were all running again since mile 35.  At mile 60, at about 2:26 am teammate needed to walk again.  This was when I continued to run back and forth to keep warm.  By this time my crew became very impatient.  They were so tired from being up all day, and were starting to realize they had a long night ahead of them as well. 




We got to mile 70 at about 6:09 am.  We were about 11 miles from the top of Palomar Mountain, where the finish line would be.  Our crew kept going, because they didn’t want to stop and make more delays. 

At race mile 79, with 2 miles to go, 9:10 am and 39 degrees out and rainy, a race broke out between us and another team.  We finally caught up to someone.  Our team was motivated to pass them when the van of first place finishers came by us.  They were able to cheer Chris on to keep moving forward.

The race was finally over.  It took us 26:35:00 to complete it. 

I have never wanted to run so bad in my life.  I felt like I was like a caged horse ready for someone to give me the okay to run to the finish line.  I have the mentality, the faster you run, the sooner the race is over.  I would much rather push it hard for 16 hours and kill myself than be on my feet and awake for 28 hours.  We had 28 hours to complete the course. 



Now you have to remember, not only are we awake and moving, our crew is as well.  They have to be awake this whole time, caring for us, watching over us, making sure we have enough food, water, electrolytes in us, keeping us cool and warm.  As a crew, races like this are just as taxing on them as it is for the runner.  Some word of advice to other ultra runners out there, your crew is your heart and soul.  Always remember when you are having a tough race; your crew is as well.

What I learned

I was very fortunate to run this race, because I learned a ton about myself, my crew, and ultra running in general.  Danny was able to give me a ton of incite on what ultra running is all about.  To me, Danny is a legend in the sport.  He is known for always finishing the course, and right after he will go and run the course backwards. 


Through this race, Ryan and I were able to test different foods and ideas for hydration.  I was able to learn better ways to fuel myself during the race, as well as what a runner should and should not do when in pain.  I look forward to my next challenge, wanting to continue with 100-mile races.  I am so fortunate that I finally found what I am passionate about.



After this race I realized I can do Badwater, and I am excited to take that on as my next challenge.  

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Being Prepared for Life


In life you are given challenges.  Challenges you need to face and overcome.    Sometimes it is hard to understand why these challenges are occurring, and people often ask themselves how they going to get through them.  For me, running helps me face these everyday challenges.  Running teaches me not to give up when it seems like life is getting too hard.  It teaches me that the more effort I put into whatever I want to accomplish the more I will get out of it.  It teaches me that sooner or later the struggles I am going through will be over.  When I workout, I have my good days, where I feel like I can run forever, and my bad days, where I just need the run to be over with.  Some days are harder to get the pace I want, or even to motivate myself.  Without those hard days I would not appreciate the easier days as much. 

Working out also helps with inner confidence.  It helps me feel better about myself.  Not only does it provide me with more energy, but it also gives myself better self-esteem.  It teaches me that I can do anything.  Whenever I am going through something hard in my life, I reflect back on the long run I had the weekend before and how hard that was for me.  How during that run I was able to push myself to finish it, even when I felt I wasn’t going to.  

Running helps me with self-discipline.  It has taught me to understand how the more I put to something, the more I will get out of it.  Nothing can be given to you.  

Working out is another way for me to meditate.  It’s my time to reflect and have time for clear thinking.  I have always said that after a long run, I have my whole life figured out.  Whatever I had on my mind that day gets worked out during my runs.  I am stressed going into the run, and by the time my run is over I have the problem figured out in my head on how I will fix it.  Working out is a time for myself.  Whether I am  with a friend or by myself.  It is a time to be in my own thoughts, and it helps my life physically and mentally. I do better in work, relationships, and rest of my life when I am consistently exercising.

Friday, February 15, 2013

I’ll take it on as a challenge


Who Inspires you?

There are different ways people become motivated and/or inspired. 

Motivation

The meaning of motivation to me is being determined to make something happen, and not giving up until you have achieved it.  Different things trigger people to be motivated.  My motivation is when someone tells me I cannot do something.  I’ll take it on as a challenge.

I am impatient and I want to take HUGE leaps rather than little steps to get to where I want to be.  Sometimes, I can take too big of a leap, which can cause me to forget to enjoy the little things.  My leaps though, have also show me that these hug leaps can be possible.  An example of this is how I never did a half marathon before I did my whole marathon; I competed in a full Ironman (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run) first, instead of starting with a half Ironman.  When I ran my 100-mile Ultra-marathon, I jumped right in.  I didn’t start with the “smaller” Ultra-marathons, I chose to jump in and do a 100 mile ultra.  I did not want to train a year or even 6 months for it.  Instead, I gave myself 3 months.  Go big or go home right?

Inspire

Others inspire me.  I become inspired when someone follows his or her dream.  Whether or not they succeed.  When I was in high school, I looked up to people who ran marathons.  Once I signed up for it, I thought people who raced in the Ironman were God.  I will never forget, the day before my first Marathon, Ari, and I went out to dinner to ‘carbo-load’ (looking back not a good idea).  At dinner we saw a guy eating who was wearing an Ironman shirt.  All Ari and I wanted to do was go talk to him.  We were too scared too because we thought he was way too cool for us.  Just imagine, two 17-year old girls at dinner scared to talk to a guy 40-year old guy wearing an Ironman shirt.  All we wanted to do was pick his brain and tell him how cool he was.  Looking back though, he was only human.  When I heard about 100-mile Ultra-marathons, I thought those people were inhuman.  I first heard about it when I was 20 years old when I was training for my Ironman.  I figured only Navy Seals guys would do that kind of stuff.  For all those events, there was one person who inspired me to follow my dreams of accomplishing it.  Throughout my journey, I cannot TELL you how many people tried to take my dream away from me, without even knowing it.  I heard the word CRAZY too much.  All I needed was that one person; that one person who told me they believed in me. 

Every single athlete is human.  The athletes who succeed are the ones who are determined to be better.  If you have a dream follow it.  Do not let others tell you what you can and cannot do.  Push yourself, because that is when you will find out what you are capable of.  Nobody knows what your body is capable of except yourself.  And for the few of you, who do not know what you are capable of yet, go out and push yourself.  The best way to find out is when you break or fail.  And when you break or fail, the next time you try, you push yourself that much harder.

During my Ultra-marathon, my brain pushed my body to the point of no return.  My brain did not want my body doing anything else but move my legs.  During that race, I pushed myself to my breaking point.  My back was giving out, and my stomach was over the pounding.  Even though I was in pain, I now know what that pain feels like.  The next time I run a race, I will push myself that much harder, knowing I did it before and I can do it again.  The Ultra-marathon training and race, taught me what my body and mind are capable of; which is anything I want.

I have always said... its better to dream, because the bigger you dream the more you will accomplish.  Anything is possible, as long as you put your mind to it.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Transition from Running to Cycling


Transition from Running to Cycling

This past week I have been trying to focus on cycling more than usual, mainly because of my pulled calf.  I do though want to get back into the Ironman/ triathlon scene.  Usually a typical workout would be 8 miles a day during the week, with either a long run or ride on the weekend.  This past week, I have been riding for about an hour and a half, trying to get in as many hills as I can to build up my 'cycling legs'.  I want to trade off from running to cycling, and even start doing double days.  As a runner, cycling is difficult for me.  There is so much more to think about than only moving your legs.  With running I feel I can zone out.  I can put my music on and just RUN.  With cycling, I have to think of so many different things.  From changing gears, to watching for cars and pedestrians, to paying even MORE attention to potholes in the ground.  * I emphasize on the MORE because I am a klutz * Not only do I have to think about more with cycling, but I notice I am using different muscles as well.  My thighs are used a TON more with cycling, where with running I mainly use my calves.  I look forward to pushing my body to help myself become a better overall athlete.


Tour of Palm Springs

On February 9, 2013, I rode the century (100 miles) in the Tour of Palm Springs.  Phil and I rode the Tandem.  Phil is training for Race Across America, which is done on a Tandem, so he needs to practice riding it.

Tandem Bike

There is a lot more to a Tandem bike than one may think.  The person, who is in the front of the Tandem, has to focus on their shifting, wide turns, and balancing two people.  The Tandem is much heavier which makes it slower, with its long wheelbase.  The response time is not as quick if you need to move the bike fast to get out of the way of something.  The normal biking characteristics are compromised.  The riders on the Tandem have to go at the same speed.  If one person is pedaling hard, the other person needs to keep up.  

The Race

We woke up at 430 am to arrive at the race at 630 am.  The race consisted of all different types of cyclists.  There were the advanced, mediocre, and riders who were out there to have fun.  There were all different types of distances that you could sign up for as well.  From kid rides, to the Century.  We did the Century.  The course was beautiful.  I have never been around Palm Springs, besides downtown.  The first 40 miles of the ride was FREEZING and windy!  I did not dress very warm because I thought it was going to be hot.  I also do not like riding in the wind, because I get nervous I am going to fall over, so I was thankful I was on the Tandem.  In this race, I went the fastest I have ever gone on a bike.  On one of the down hills we got up to 54.4 miles an hour!  All the riders wanted to get on our tail to catch our draft.  The ride was perfect for me because the week before I was not able to run due to puling my calf muscle.   It was nice doing a hard workout again.  Phil is in better cycling shape than me, which caused him to push me to ride harder.  Having someone to push you during a work out or even a race is, at least for me, the best way to get stronger mentally and physically. 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Not My Race


February 3, 2013

Not Running My Race and Future Events

This last Sunday, on February 3, I ran in the Surf City Marathon, held in Huntington Beach, California.  Going into it I had high hopes.  My goal was to be the first female across the finish line, as well as, break 3 hours.  This would be my first time at attempting to be atop the podium in a marathon.  I gave myself two months to train.  Yes, I’m sure many of you may wonder why I only had two months of training… I had to take almost a month off for myself after the ultra marathon.  I felt my body and mind needed a break for a moment.  After about a month of contemplating if I should try the Surf City Marathon, I decided that I should give it a try.  This was the race I wanted to win.  Two months of training, from hills to speed, I was getting my body out of long distance mode, and into running 7-minute miles.

I try not to let things get in the way of my goals, so of course like usual I jumped in.

I arrived to the start line 30 minutes early.  My mind was racing, one minute I was thinking about how MY race was going to go, the next minute I was worrying about how fast everyone was going to fly off the start line.  The announcer shot the gun, and I was off.  I was running at a 6:22 pace.  What the heck?  I did not train this way.  I trained for a 7:00 pace.  Still maintaining this pace, at about mile 4 I started to have stomach issues.  This may have been caused by what I had for breakfast, as well as the Hammer, Perpetuem.  I swear by the Perpetuem, but my stomach still did not want to have it.  During my ultra, I used Perpetuem religiously. During that race, my stomach went through a lot of pain, mainly towards the end just due to the amount of strenuous activity and lack of “real food” that an average human would eat instead of high tech supplements. Today, the taste of Perpetuem brought me right back to that place, both my mind and tummy said ‘no way!’  At about mile 6, my legs were cramping and my feet were falling asleep.  This just was not my race.  Just like in my Ultra several months back, today I had a great support crew that helped push me through the pain of my muscles and stomach.  I was able to finish with a time of 3:16:42.  Thankful I finished the Marathon, I was still disappointed in myself that I did not run my race.  Trying to stay positive, I talked to Ryan about it afterwards.  Something he told me, that I believe everyone should take with them is, “always be happy, but never be satisfied.”

Everyone has his or her day.  Every athlete has his or her race.  This was just not mine.  I have to remind myself that we are all human.  It’s ok to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them.  I have learned so much from this race; I will never make those mistakes again. 

Recovery from Race
The day after the race, I rode my bike for about 20 miles, trying to loosen up my muscles.  I rode at a leisurely pace, with no hills or sprints so my heart rate stayed low and I could work the lactic acid out of my muscles.  Riding felt so good on my legs, it was just what they needed.

Free time
One thing I am really looking forward to is enjoying running again.  As an athlete, there is usually one key reason why you compete in whichever sport you are a part of.  You have a passion for it.  This is especially true for an ultra-runner, you need to have a passion for running.  I felt like over these past two months I lost my passion for it.  I felt I was only running because I had to, not because I wanted to. I had a marathon to train for, that’s it, no deviating from the schedule.  I felt I did not give myself enough time off in between races.  Mentally I was drained.  When training for my ultra I would jump out of bed ready to rock my day, and look forward to my runs.  I would sit there and think all day about which run I wanted to do, and which songs I would listen to.  Now, I look forward to choosing to run instead of HAVING to.  I want to work more on my cycling, in hopes to get back into the Ironman scene again.

Do not get me wrong, I AM a runner.  That is my first passion.  I am ready to run because I want to, not because I have to.



Future Races

This upcoming Saturday Feb 9th, I am going to ride the Tour of Palm Springs.  I am riding the century on a tandem with a friend of mine who will be racing in Race Across America later this June.  I am really looking forward to this race.  We are taking it easy, doing it for the experience, as well as getting him ready for his big race this summer.


On March 8th-9th I will be racing with the same friend as a relay team in the Vegas Challenge.  Day #1 will be a 215 mile bike with 12,500 ft of climbling, followed by a 3.1 mile run.  Day #2 will be a 56 mile bike with 1,400ft of climbing, followed by a 13.1 mile run.  I of course will be doing the running, while Phil will be doing the cycling. 


I do not have any other big races planned yet.  My next BIG race is in May of 2014.  I will be racing in the Bryce 100, located in Utah that is at 8,000 to 9,000 feet of elevation, which has a total elevation gain of over 14,000 feet.  For this I will need to be ready physically and mentally.  This will be the biggest race I have done so far.  I have never raced in high altitude before, so this will be my NEXT big challenge.  I look forward to conquering it just like I did in the Javelina Jundred.  Only this time, I know what its like to run 100 miles.  

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Winning my First Ultra Marathon


On October 27, 2012 I headed out to Fountain Hills AZ for my first attempt at running an ultra-marathon (101.4 miles).  The race was Javelina Jundred, and it took place on the 15+ mile Pemberton Trail just outside of Scottsdale AZ.  The race is a series of 7 loops with each consecutive loop being run in the opposite direction. 

I have been an avid runner my whole life.  My resume includes having finished a full Ironman in a little over 14 hours, and competing in many marathons and I have even qualified for the prestigious Boston Marathon.  Running and finishing an ultra-marathon is the pinnacle of endurance running and is often just a dream to many elite athletes in this sport.  I have always thought that people who run ultra-marathons were either insane athletes, or beasts in human form.  This has been an immense goal of mine that had seemed impossible and out of reach for so long. 

What made me want to run this?  Well, after completing my first Ironman, I heard about ultra-running from a friend.  Like I mentioned above, I thought it was for people who were inhuman.  Every time I would mention ultra-running to people I would hear the word 'crazy' too often than I had hoped.  When I started dating my boyfriend Ryan, he did not think ultra-running was AS crazy as people thought it was.  He knew my passion for running, and my ability to aim high.  This made me start to think.  So, I did my research on what races people recommended, and the Javelina Jundred came up.  At this point the race was three months away.  Three months of training hard for a 100-mile run seemed a bit out there, but I thought to myself, I have done crazier things.  So, I confirmed the race with Ryan, found myself two more pacers, and the training began.  The training consisted of three long runs in a row each week.  I work from 9-5, which made me have to run 25-35 miles after work, and on the weekends.  Most of the time, Ryan would ride his bike beside me, passing me water and food when I needed it.  The main reason why it was so important for Ryan, who was also one of my pacers, to be with me while I trained, was he began to understand how my brain and body reacts during my long runs.  We had heard stories about people who run ultra-marathons and how their brain start thinking weird and crazy thoughts.  During training we also learned ALOT about nutrition.  Water and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches weren't going to cut it.  We experimented with some different types of Hammer Nutrition, and ended on a supplement called Perpetuem. It is a powder you mix in liquid that supplies your body with proteins, complex carbs, and works with your body to use it's stored fats and not eat your muscle fibers.  We would mix this with half water and half pedialyte.  We also had to keep my salt intake up with electrolyte pills.  We used two types in training, Endurolytes and Sport Legs.  About 1-2 per hour, in normal weather, 2-3 in higher heat conditions.  These two supplements needed to be taken about every hour, and it was extremely important that I not go to long without them.  These products were our base, our must-haves.  Beyond that, if  I got hungry for something specific like cold sliced fruit, salty pretzles, or sweet candy I ate it.  During the day lots of cold water and pedialyte, and into the night when it got colder I turned to hot chicken noodle soup.  


With years of running and 6+ months of endurance specific training, I was off to accomplish a dream of mine.  I was ready to do battle.  The race went off at 6am with 364 people starting.


I started the race in the back, due to the fact that I showed late to the start line.  I took too much time putting on my shoes, and 'pull over' socks (that helped so rocks would not get in my shoes).  These socks were made minutes before I headed over to the start because I did not think about the little details like this.  Once the gun shot off, I told myself, only 15 more miles until I get to see everyone again.  I stayed in the back, trying to keep calm so that I would not get worn out by the first lap.  I did not even turn my Ipod on yet.  Jogging along, I came to mile 8, which is where the competitive side in me came out.  I thought to myself, ‘pick it up, you are totally fine, you were born to move your legs.’  I came in from the first 15-mile lap at 2:42, 15th female.  I was so excited to see my boyfriend Ryan at this time.  He had been waiting for me, probably thinking ‘why is she so far behind’.  Looking cool calm and collected, so I was told, I set out on my second lap at a blazing pace in an effort to show off my newfound speed.  I went from 15th to the top ten females in the second lap with the time of 2:38.  The rhythm of the race was on as I left the pit for my third lap. By the early afternoon temps had reached the low 90's and runners were paying the price.  I did not even notice the heat, until I was starting to be cooled off by volunteers with water bottles on the racecourse.  At about mile 45 I started to break down a bit, not physically, but mentally.  For some reason I was concerned about my friend Megan.  No she was not at the race, but every time I would think about her I would start to cry.  This of course caused my heart rate to go a bit higher than I wanted.  Megan had been my running partner ever since I was 14 years old and has been my best friend ever since.  I think the thought of her not being there made me think how proud she would be of me.  I came in at mile 47 to a crew ready to ice me down.  They changed my socks and some other articles of clothing, and gave me food and water.  At this point I stopped thinking about Megan, and was now concerned with Ryan being upset that all my toe nails were now gone.  He laughed at me when I told him my concern.  I left for my 3rd lap determined to get to that next pit at mile 62 where I would be able to pick up my FIRST pacer of the race.  My first pacer was a friend of Ryan’s and local professional mountain bike racer Daniel who would run the next 15 miles with me into the night.  The thought of FINALLY being able to talk to someone, and share the experience with him or her was beyond exciting to me.  At this point in the race I was third female.  The other girls ahead of me were dropping and my consistent lap times were chopping away at the competition.  On this lap, Daniel gave me the motivation to pass the second place girl.  As I approached the second place girl, I was thinking, this cannot be right.  This is my FIRST Ultra Marathon, and between you and I, I could have trained a little smarter.  While training, I should have run more hills, and I should have done more trail runs, but those were lessons I learned for next time.   I passed her with my head held high, and not looking back.  I was 55 minutes behind the lead female.  At about mile 70, I started to have stomach issues.  Poor Daniel had to deal with that.  He had several things to deal with; my stomach, the setting sun and helping illuminate the trail for me with flashlights, and keeping up a much faster pace than he had anticipated.  I was feeling great.  All I could think of was how I was MORE than half way done.  Coming into the pit, I was only 1 minute behind the lead female. At this point, I was told I was no longer my jovial, talkative self.  I only had a few things to say, which were what I needed to eat and fuel my body with, and get me a pacer who can keep up!  I made sure to tell Ryan what I needed right away, because a couple of times when I came into the pit I would forget to tell him what I needed.  My crew fed and watered me, and at this point I left with local triathlete and new found friend, Mandi as a pacer for mile 77 to 92.  I left the pit with Mandi 1 minute before the other lead female putting me in the lead physically.  Ryan told me before I left that I was going to win this thing if I keep it up… at that point I thought he was crazy.  The next 15 miles would prove to be quite a challenge forcing Mandi and I to briskly walk the 7 mile uphill wash that the trail snaked through with deep sand and prickly cacti.  I ran MY race this whole time, so if I thought my body needed to walk then I walked.  At about mile 88 I took a fall over a rock, which was surprisingly my ONLY fall the whole race.  The fall caused me to tear up my knee and arm.  I felt I scared Mandi a bit, probably having her think… ‘Is this it?  Is she done?’  I looked at Mandi, wanting her to know I was okay. I just needed help getting up.  My legs could not push my body up.  Thankfully she was able to lift my dead body weight and bring me to my feet.  With blood running down my legs staining my compression socks, and my back on fire with pain, I jogged as best I could with flashlights illuminating the trail into mile 92.  Finally I was at the point where I wanted to be the whole race… mile 92, which is where Ryan would be my pacer.  The last loop was 9+ miles.  It took us almost 2 hours to complete this final distance, which in training runs can be accomplished in just over an hour.  Between a horribly upset stomach, aching legs and joints, and a back that could no longer support my upper body.  The back pain was caused by the fact that I had too many sports bras on, which caused too much pressure on my back.  We had to stop every 100 yards or so to stretch my back and every time we did I would let my head fall on Ryan’s shoulder and look at the completed section of the trail behind us for upcoming lights.... the second place girl was gaining on us and only behind by 40 minutes.  Without Ryan I would not have been able to finish my last lap as fast as I did because he was able to push me mentally.  He helped me stretch my back when needed, and take my mind off it as much as he could.  With a half-mile to go we could see the lights of the finish line and hear the cheers of the crews and spectators.  With one final back stretch at the summit of the last hill, I ran into the finish line, chin held high, and all smiles in a final time of 19 hours, 59 minutes, and 45 seconds.  9th place overall, 1st place female and only female to complete the race in under 20 hours!  The second place girl came in 5 minutes after me, making it one of the closest races to date.  There were only 160 finishers, 44% finished.











I will never forget the feeling I had when I crossed the finish line.

This was by far the greatest thing I have ever done.  I will never forget this day.  Everytime I think about it I become emotional.  I could have never done it without the support and love of everyone who came out to help me.  The main person who I can not thank enough is my boyfriend Ryan.  He helped me complete each lap, knowing I would see him in 15 more miles.  But, by far the greatest thing he did for me was believe in me.  His faith gave me the courage to not only believe I could complete this 100-mile race, but that I could win it. 


Here are some pictures and articles from the race.