Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

There are some relationships you just have to end. It may be them, it may be you, it’s usually a combination of both of you just not meshing the way you used to. It’s hard, and your head and heart may disagree on the matter, but deep down you know it’s the best decision for yourself to get out quickly. Like pulling off a Band-Aid.

So yesterday, that’s what I did. With the treadmill. It all started when I got to the gym, and my trusty treadmill would not recognize my iPhone, therefore not letting me save my workout to Nike+. With my touch of OCD I have a slight freak-out if my workouts don’t save to Nike+. How am I supposed to analyze every detail of my logged miles if I don’t have a pretty dashboard of them? Unacceptable.

High spikes I'm going to have more of you soon. Promise.

I was in a predicament. There was a slight drizzle outside, and recovering from a chest cold I was slightly hesitant to run the trail in the rain. But, if I stayed and ran inside, my workout wouldn’t record. Hmmm….

Obviously, outside won. I grabbed my sweatshirt out of my locker and hit the little trail outside my gym. One of my favorite things about my gym is the outside “track” that is really a mini trail run. It’s a short loop (0.18 mi according to my GPS) but it’s a really nice change up from the pavement or track foam I normally run on.

They use it for bootcamp too, which I'm determined to get to one of these days.

Once I started running I wondered why I had ever considered running on the treadmill in the first place. Last year the only times I would run on a treadmill were in the events of monsoon like conditions or asthma flare ups where I didn’t want to be stranded in the middle of nowhere should my lungs act up. Then this winter I started getting a little too comfortable. It was cold, or I was sore, or I just didn’t feel like dealing with the outdoors. Whatever my reason of the day was, I ended up on the treadmill more than I should have.

As I turned the corner on lap 5 I made a declaration to myself. No more treadmills (at least until December). My gym has an outdoor track. I can still enjoy all of my other gym activities without getting sucked into the treadmill. Even more ambitious- my gym is only 4.1 miles from my house. Running to and from is not an unreasonable feat.

So, #17 who then turned into #5; it’s not you, it’s me. My needs have changed. You’re still a great treadmill and you’re going to make another runner very happy. I just don’t see a future for us.

Newport Just Got Intense

Happy Wednesday Everyone! Last week I took the rest of the week to put the past 5 months behind me. With that said, I’m looking to the future, and I just realized my race schedule for the next few months is a little intense…

 

May 6- The Providence Half Marathon The first event in the United Healthcare Triple Crown series. I’m not exactly in it to win it, but I would like to have a respectable time for the series. With my recent month off, this one looks like my biggest challenge.

June 5- The Abington Half Marathon This is how my hometown is choosing to celebrate their 300 year anniversary. And the course goes past my house. Can’t really say no to this, huh?

July 12- Corporate Challenge 3.5 mile fun run with the company. Considering I’m team captain, I should probably do this.

July 14- Jamestown Half Marathon The second event in the Triple Crown and the one I’m actually the most excited about. I love Jamestown. And I’m going to the Jason Aldean concert that night. Should be an interesting day to say the least.

July 21- The Color Run A 5K where I get covered in fun colors and Caitlin is going to run with me? Sold!

October 14- The Newport Marathon The big one. And now I have a running buddy for it. More to come on that…

 

That means in 11 days I have a half marathon. I originally planned to be coming off of Boston for this race, but now I’m trying to build back up to where I was a month ago. Last night I went for my first run in exactly one month. The original plan was for me to run last Friday and see how I felt, but I caught my annual weather change, body freak out, this could be the plague cold. It wasn’t pleasant. It left me a lot of time to lay on my couch and try to figure out exactly how long Jessica Simpson has been pregnant. My calculations put her at 11 months, easily. Poor girl.

Anyways, exactly one month seemed like a good amount of time to have off. It was more than time to get back at it.  So, with every possible ailment, injury, bad attitude and problem behind me, I drove to the gym to go for a careful mile on the treadmill. That’s right- one mile. On the treadmill. I thought about when I first started running and getting through one mile was a huge goal for me. There are a lot of people who still can’t run one mile. And boy did I run my one mile.

The drop in mileage makes me sad. But logging any mileage makes me happy.

Needs some work. No one is denying that. But, I got my mile, I could have kept going, and nothing hurt. I’m taking it.

There’s also a new incentive for me to push it a little harder tonight. Last Friday Jim started talking a big game, so there’s a new incentive for Newport. Jim (who has never run more than a 5K in his life) has challenged me to race Newport against him. With 5,000 other runners, we’ll be racing against each other. If I win, he’s taking me on vacation anywhere I want to go. If he wins, he wants cash. I think cash is boring, so we’re working on something else. TBD.

So that’s today, and tomorrow you may hear about another run. Imagine that…

What Not Running the Boston Marathon Taught Me

It’s been a really rough few days. I pictured Marathon Monday going a lot of ways, but not starting was never a consideration. Then again, open deferment had never been a consideration for the BAA either. I guess it’s been a weekend of circumstance for everyone.

Not running on Monday was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. For 5 months, my life was training for Boston. Everything I did was planned around training runs. I barely went out, I spent an abnormal amount of time with my foam roller, and when people asked what my weekend plans were the response was always how long my long run was that week. Giving up the culmination of all of that hard work crushed me. I cried. A lot. I was angry. Really angry. Dad took me out to lunch, tried to reaffirm that it was going to be OK with sesame chicken and egg rolls, and my fortune even tried tobrighten my day.

Nothing worked. So I did what any girl in my situation would do- I asked my boyfriend to sit on the couch with me while I got drunk and cried. And he did. A couple times. And for that, I love him. High-five love. He also took me to Saquish Monday night so I could be as far away from the city as possible.

That view in April doesn’t stink.

Perfect morning view. Well, as perfect as it was going to feel.

But when I woke up Tuesday morning, my raging hangover reminded me of a thing or two…

The people in my life who matter love me not because I run marathons, most of the time, in spite of the fact that I run marathons. Dealing with a marathon runner is not an easy feat. They talk a lot about themselves, their training and their splits. Things that, unless you are a runner, you don’t care about. But my amazing friends and family have listened for the past 5 months, and I know how lucky I am to have those people.

I love training, and I love running. I also love being alive. When the BAA emails you “Speed Can Kill” and reminds you this is not a race, but an experience, you start to realize the danger of what you’re getting into. I can’t run another race if I drop dead of a heat stroke or asthma attack during this one. Let’s try to mitigate the possibility of that.

The people who judge my decision to defer are going to judge and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I read a lot of angry comment that said “Anyone who defers doesn’t deserve a Boston bib!” and things of similar tones. I deferred. I am proud that I listened to the warnings of my coaches and doctor and didn’t end up in the ER. Am I still terribly disappointed that my 5 months of training ended without a race? Absolutely. But I made the decision that was best for my health, and I’m okay with that.

The sheer animosity towards charity runners is sad. Not everyone can claim a Boston Qualifier. Yes, some people use the charity program as a way to buy their way into Boston. However, there are exponentially more people who could care less about running Boston, but are genuinely out there to support a cause they are incredibly passionate about. There was a woman on my team who reminded me of this every week. With two children under 6 at home, she still made time to make it to training runs every Saturday. She was admittedly looking at a 6-hour finish at Boston, but she didn’t care. She was there to honor who son, who was born at 1lb and spent months fighting for his life in the Children’s Hospital NICU. If he could get through that, she could get through a marathon. There was not a day that went by at practice that I viewed this woman as anything less than an inspiration for all of us who were running.

I thought of her even more when I started reading the comments about how it was so unfair that charity runners were being allowed to defer to next year and were taking spots away from “real runners”. This woman is more passionate and embodies the spirit of a “real runner” more than anyone I’ve ever met. So for anyone who says that charity runners should be kicked out of Boston, I ask you to take a look at the stories of many people running for charity and then see if you’re still so cold hearted about it.

Listening to your body is the most important thing you can do. My body has been freaking out of my for the past 4 weeks. My IT band that had not bothered me all season seized up and threw a wrench in my training. I started being clumsy and walking into things, and most notably down a flight of stairs. Accidents happen, but it was becoming a little too often to overlook. I was exhausted all the time. I tried to power through workouts despite all of these feelings.  After my cortisone shot, I was told to not work out for 3 days. Then Saturday happened and I found out I would not be running Boston. Today marks 8 days since my last workout. While part of me is dying to get out the door, most of me has felt more refreshed and clear headed in the past 3 days than I have in a while. My body and mind needed a break, and Saturday forced me to take one.

For those of you who are curious, I still went to spectate. For all the support the team has provided to me during the past 5 months, I wanted to make sure I made it to Wellesley to show my support for them. I even wore my planned marathon outfit. And yes, I cried a little when I got dressed that morning.

I was so excited to see this I teared up.

Going to Wellesley to see the families come out to cheer was the best thing I could have done with my day. It reminded me why I wanted to run this marathon to begin with, and how happy my 5 months of effort made so many families.

I loved my outfit. Green compression socks are awesome. Kayla is great too.

What happened happened. I can’t change it. I can’t go back and decide it’s a good idea to run. But I can look forward to Boston 2013 and know that 18 months of training for one race is going to make it an even more fulfilling experience. So for now, I’ll look forward to the Providence half on May 6 and getting back to a training schedule.

To everyone who had kind things to say over the past few days, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And for those of you who had not so nice things to say, sorry you feel that way.

See you in 2013 Boston! Did you run Monday? Was it everything you dreamed it would be? Did you defer? Let’s hear your Boston stories!

The Hardest Decision I’ve Ever Made

Hi Everyone,

For those of you who have been following my training for the 2012 Boston Marathon, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support has meant so much to me, and I would not have been able to make it through these past 5 months without all your kind words.

If you’ve been keeping track, you also probably know that the past month has not been great to me health wise. A pretty bad IT band, a root canal, a tumble down a flight of stairs and general feeling like death-ness. I thought these would simply be bumps in the training road, but unfortunately combined they have lead to more missed mileage than can be recommended. With the forecast now calling for dangerous heat; my doctor, coaches and my gut all tell me that taking the deferment to the 2013 Boston Marathon is the best decision for me. I’m so sorry to everyone who has been so supportive of me, and I hope you know that no one is more disappointed about this than I am. This is one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make, and I’m so sorry to all of you who have helped me so much.

xoxo,

 

Brittany

I’m Down, But Certainly Not Out!

It’s been a crazy two weeks. I won’t bore you with the depressing details, so here are the basics:

– My doctor said there is nothing drastically wrong with my knee. Just the basic overuse ITB issues, and there is nothing I can do but rest, foam roll and wear these lovely anti-inflammatory patches. They’re the latest in sexy legwear, in case you were wondering.

Sexy. I know.

– I took the above advice as “Sure Brit, go run that 21 miler on Saturday. You’ll be fine”. This was obviously not the case. 7 miles in my knee decided to scream at me and call me a bunch of bad names until I stopped. That’s right, sweeper car got some action in the form of me sadly limping over to it 7 miles in. Sad day.

– After I could bend my knee (that took about 12 hours), I decided to heed the advice of doctors, runners, and really anyone with common sense. I took a rest week. I have since been spending my time getting reacquainted with the elliptical, hitting up Yoga and overall not stressing my leg out. It’s not been my favorite thing to do, but since I can walk and move my leg without a slight pain, I guess it’s working. You win this time sound medical advice. 

– I got a root canal yesterday. It feels like I was punched in the face by a rather large, unhappy, Russian in my mind man. Not fun.

– I also fell down an entire flight of stairs. Which lead to the following proclamation from my brother.

Thanks Creamer. Love you too.

– Silver Lining to all this: during this time, which I’m referring to as a “really hardcore taper!”, I got a really cool offer. I’m very excited to have the opportunity to be a blog ambassador for the United Healthcare Triple Crown! 3 half marathons over 5 months along some of the most beautiful scenery in New England sounded amazing, and races on the calendar make me happy. The Newport Marathon is also the third and final race of the series- added bonus.

So that’s what you’ve missed in the past 2 weeks. I would have written more, but it would have been all angst-y and whiny, and no one wants to hear that. More than anything I’m really excited that Boston is ALMOST HERE. And by excited, I obviously mean terrified and panicky. You know, excited feelings.

Tomorrow I will have favorite things, and after Saturday I will hopefully even have a run to write about. Imagine that.

Happy Thursday Everyone! How’s everyone feeling with Boston 11 days out? Nervous? Excited? On the verge of tears? No, last one just me? Cool.