This past weekend Kamran and I made the journey up to the great state of Wisconsin to not only run the first race prep (of four) of our season but also to get my Boston Marathon 2011 qualifier. Since CIM is too late to qualify, we planned on running a marathon in order to get the time, later substituting my faster time from CIM as my Boston seed. This meant that I needed to run under 3:40, which given our easy paces and our goal pace, would not be an issue unless something quite unforeseen were to occur. Thankfully, I did not get hit by a deer mid-stride or fall off the bridge we had to cross, so I made the time no problem and ran the longest run of my life (so far)!

Marathoner fail

Relaxing moment at my dad's place
The Fox Cities Marathon took place in Appleton, WI (near Green Bay), and I am from Madison, WI (1.5 hours South), so we got to enjoy the comforts of “home” for most of the trip and didn’t have to worry about rental cars, hotels, and being lost in a new place. Ok, I’ll admit it. My mom’s new house is not exactly in a super familiar area to me, so I did get us lost a few times and Kamran had to point the way, sad really. One of the best parts of the trip was hearing the people speak with midwestern accents, something I don’t do near as much as most. Somehow I managed to escape 18 years of being a Wisconsinite with only a few slightly nasal vowels and the incessant use of “you guys” in my repertoire. Not sure how that happened, but I’ll take it!
We drove up to Appleton on Saturday prior to the race and had quite the digs waiting for us. I had taken control of the hotel arrangements and decided that since this was not really a race, we could try something sort of new, like a cute little Inn ran by some of the most “Wisconsin-ish” people I have ever met. When I say they were “wisconsin-ish” or “midwest-ish” I am referring to the amazing accent that the owner spoke with and the obsessively thorough and welcoming way that she beat me over the head with the details of my stay. It was definitely a cute place and the woman was almost embarrassingly careful to tell me each detail at least five times. We actually got upgraded to the deluxe Sea Breeze Suite. I urge you, go to their site and look at all of the pictures because it is beyond belief. The place slept eight, though we had to smuggle Kamran in since the woman somehow thought it would be me and my sister staying. Well, not only do I not have a sister, but it was my mom and my boyfriend that would be accompanying me. Oops.

We had to smuggle Kam in

Like being at the ocean...in Wisconsin
Come race morning the conditions were absolutely perfect for a race or hard workout effort. It was 49 degrees and overcast and would not exceed 55-9 by the time we finished. Getting to the start line was as smooth as silk due to the 1,000 marathoners involved in the event (including relay participants). We were able to park within 200m and get into the bathrooms with no wait. Now that’s what I call a stress-free race. Once lined up, we quietly listened as the young woman singing the national anthem only mildly struggled, and then it was go time!

Dressed and ready to rock!

Pinning craziness
Within the first 400m we waved and yelled to my mom as we drifted comfortably into the herd that was dilligently following the 3:15 pace man. Clicking off 7:20-25 through the first five miles was relatively uneventful and just before mile five I threw my hat and was ready to work. I really had no idea what to expect going into this workout because I had never run 26.2 miles or done 15 miles of quality in the midst of a run, so it was untrodden territory for me. It was immediately apparent to me that my fueling skills leave much to be desired and that I will need to perfect them in the coming weeks. Mostly I struggle with taking in water while moving at 6:18 pace, which is understandable I think. Regretfully, I did not force the issue with myself and cruised through the first set without taking anything in besides a few sips. We came through these first ones right at 6:21, 6:24, 6:19, 6:12, 6:15 and felt pretty smooth. At this point I made my way to the bushes and dropped trow to quick rid myself of the little water I had taken in…uh oh. Making it quick we still made the recovery mile at 7:40, and I think I managed to show a little of my moon to the three guys behind us. Whoops, guess that’s what happens when your shorts have GU packs pinned to them and take a bit more umph to bring up.

Gotta have the nutella or he will not turn on properly, like when you overheat your laptop

Kamran and my mom had to restrict my peanut butter eating, they worried for my tummy
After dropping two electrolyte pills on the way to the second set and managing a GU and some water, we stared the set. Miles one through three were right on at 6:16, 6:26, 6:20 before a rather nasty cramp hit my ab/tummy area. We made a game-time decision to go one mile and manage the stitch before going into 2×3 miles at pace. The first mile saw us on pace and then I decided to hold to 6:30-45 since it was still hurting me (and I choked on some rather sugary gatorade ha!) and just push through it. As I saw Kamran’s little booty sashay away from me for a bit (we would regroup each one and then run in together) I was proud of myself in that I did not for a minute give up my focus or intent on pushing the miles and doing what I could do that day. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t execute the plan that we had made, but in hindsight I think I probably learned more than I would have if it had gone perfectly. Since I know my fitness is there, I felt ok just dealing with what the day had for me and finishing strong (after my momentary hissy fit, that is). It was amazing to me how comfortable it felt to just click off 6:30-45′s and be within myself. Besides the initial onset of the cramp that struck me, I felt pretty strong and in control all the way until one mile to go when I felt the faster paces catching up to me a bit. My legs didn’t really want to run another mile, but that’s how it goes every race from the 3k to marathon. Good think Kamran was there to hear me complain ; ) Once we rounded the corner at mile 26 and the band started up with On Wisconsin, Kamran and I grabbed hands and finished together : )

Awaiting our post-race massages!
Above everything else, this race was a tremendous learning experience for me. Each mile gave me new insight and perspective not only on the race but also on my training and how best to maximize the time that I have before my first marathon race at CIM. Here are a few of the things that I came away with from this race. Some are procedural (fueling correctly) while others are more personal things that I now have confidence that I can do.
- My race hydration needs improvement I need to focus on hydrating early to stay ahead of my body’s loss of electrolytes and liquid (not really new, but the point was definitely driven home). I am very good at keeping hydrated during the day and leading up to races, but since I never took a sip of water during a single race in high school or college, this is not something I am used to (or good at , yet). No worries though, I think that with the training runs and race preps we have between us and CIM I will have plenty of time to perfect the art.
- My GU technique is right for me My GU technique of taking it slowly, not all at once, and taking a sip after it is down is ideal for keeping my pace up during the intake. I know that I can not (or don’t want to) handle downing the whole thing in one gooey-gag-filled gulp, so I will stick to my way until it is proven ineffective.
- My mental toughness is better than I had thought I CAN push through the fog of bad times and I keep calm when my paces aren’t ideal. When I focus on giving the best I can at that moment rather than forcing a certain time, it helps bump me back in the game much better than stressing about the split and overcompensating (like I used to in track).
- I am capable of maintaining sub-6:30 or right at 6:30 for 26.2 miles I really got a feel for what that pace and that distance meant. Even though I wasn’t racing, I felt what it really is to just slowly grind the miles away, and I feel that I am right in the ballpark of a sub-2:50 race if all things work out perfectly and a 2:50 range race if I decided to be a bit more conservative (may change as I progress, but this is where my current mind sees my body). Prior to this race I never really knew what I could do. I had confidence that I could one day hit a sub 2:50 and hopefully near 2:40, but I just didn’t have a reference to how that felt or if my body was capable of handling it. Well, I am happy to be a believer now!
- Miles start to click by like laps on a track This is a relief to me because I used to think the race seemed sooo long, but now I have a very relaxed approach to it that is more of a mindset that I can lock into. Hitting 15 miles and knowing I had 11 to go was not remotely intimidating or scary. I think this is attributable to the increased length of my long runs lately. It just really changes your frame of mind to where “10 to go” is no different than “2 laps to go” on the track. You know it’s gonna hurt and that it won’t be easy, but you also know that you will make it one way or another and that you will die trying to keep your current pace.
- It’s never too late to get back on the train During my track and cross country careers it always seemed like once you fell of the lead pack it was over and you were to die a slow death fading to the back, but like in the 10k, there will always be peaks and valleys throughout the marathon and it is always possible to get things back on track after a bad patch. I realized this once I began to pick it up much more than I thought I’d be able to and felt better after feeling worse. It is like they say in the 10k, “ride the wave,” which basically refers to the random points in a long race when your body suddenly and unexpectedly recovers after a low and you feel great. You’ve got to just ride that feeling (on pace, not faster) and make it as far as it will push you before another dip of still water comes and starts to drown you.
Once it was all said and done Kamran and I crossed the line at 3:02:44 and I ended up being 4th for the women. Too bad I didn’t win some toilet paper ; )
That leads me to our goodie bags. Oh what a joy and freak-fest these little bags became as I emptied the contents later that night. When the women handed us our bags they gave us another little bag that was all brightly patterned and seemed like it must house something quite amazing inside. This really could not be further from the truth. As I opened the bag the true nature of its contents slowly dawned on me before even taking them out of their place. We had recieved a package of fluorescent tampons and pads. Both Kamran and I were probably thinking the same thing at this point, “Hmm. Well, everything else in the bag will be much better by default”. Wrong again my friends. Opening the female bladder control products was almost not surprising at this point and put a damper on my goodie bag opening frenzy. There were some pluses awaiting though, such as a nice stainless water bottle, some Huggies wipes (always good for sweaty run clean-up), packets of Kleenex, and a Cottonelle brand stuffed dog. F-yeah! If you really need me to point out the fact that the marathon was sponsored by a paper product company (Kimberly Clark), then I am sorry, but I will not.
This trip ranks extremely high on my list of “trips I have taken back to Wisconsin and the cold since leaving as quickly as I possibly could once I graduated from high school”. Without a doubt : )

Cottonelle puppy, weird

Mom and me posing at the inn

Yesss!

Kamrasia has arrived
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