2016. Seriously. What was your deal? The weather, the election, the ever growing death toll of beloved celebrities, Derek Jeter getting married to someone who is not me...come on now! I sit here on December 30th, holding my breath and waiting for a shitstorm of epic proportions to rain down on us as the final nail in the coffin of this dumpster fire of a year. The realist in me wants to say to the universe:
But the optimist in me is finding the silver lining. My family is happy and healthy as we enter the new year, and I could probably end it right there. There is little else we could ask for. But since I haven't blogged in about nine months, I'll give you a little more.
2016 turned out to be an incredible year of running for me. I didn't PR a single race, and I think that was the key to my running happiness this year. Coming off consecutive summers where I dealt with nagging injuries, my goal for this year was to run healthy all year. That meant slowing down and starting over, adding mileage slowly and thoughtfully while making strength training a priority. Mind blowing approach, right? And by golly if it didn't actually work! The end result to this crazy plan has been an injury free 12+ months of running and a super strong foundation on which to build my training for the 2017 Shamrock Half Marathon and beyond. And that's not even the best part! The best part was how much fun I had saying yes to new adventures because I wasn't worried about a goal race all year. For example...
In February, I joined a team of three other ladies for a 100k relay race at Bow Creek Golf Course. 62 miles divided by 4 girls, round and round the golf course we ran on a frigid winter day and celebrated a strong finish with champagne inside the toasty clubhouse.
Team No Pain, No Champagne
In March, I got to run with Brynn for her first Shamrock 8k. If I had been training to PR the half marathon, it's doubtful I would've agreed to run with her and would've missed this incredible experience. My girl is fierce, I tell you!
Loved every step with this kid
As for the half marathon, I let go of my pride and let a pace group pull me through 13.1 miles of cold, driving rain and pace-crushing winds across the finish line. I had nothing to lose by letting the pacers take the wheel...they were running a 1:45 no matter what, all I had to do was keep them in sight. And with no PR on the line, I gladly accepted the beer handed to me somewhere along Atlantic Avenue. That race was a battle from start to finish, and I keep the memory of it fresh in my head when runs aren't going so well.
Celebrating the first of many big finishes for this bunch
In May, I ran my first trail race...a 10 miler in honor of women who lost their lives in combat for our country. It was a blast running up, down, and all around First Landing State Park, and not having a time goal allowed me to work on racing strategy. I played around with sticking with a pack, leading a pack, and finally breaking away from the pack and reeling in people ahead of me one at a time. A second place age group finish was icing on the cake.
Claiming my 2nd place medal
June brought my family back to Ithaca for the second Gorges Ithaca half marathon. It was an epic trip that could've only been better had I not been battling a heinous wheezing cough for a solid three weeks leading up to the race (and another month after that, I would later learn). The course was different than last year, with a 700+ foot elevation climb late in the race. And again, with a time goal only of "better than last year," I focused on passing as many people as I could in those later miles. I also focused on enjoying a mimosa along the race course for the first time.
So great to finally be in a race with this speedy Bomber!
I ran two new races in August, and I will tell you that racing in coastal Virginia in August is a suck fest, plain and simple. The first race was a 5k that was part of J&A Racing's new summer series of races, held each Wednesday morning for 8 weeks during the summer and geared toward the oodles of tourists enjoying their vacation at the beach. I hadn't raced a 5k in forever...and it was obvious when you take a look at my splits. It was a classic tale of starting too fast and then crashing and burning. I was forced to fight to the finish thanks to Bad Ass Mother Runner Barbie, who had no body part left unchiseled and came complete with a baby in a jogging stroller.
J&A's Summer 5k Series...hot, humid, hell of a fun time
The second race in August was a total impulse buy. A brand new tunnel connecting the cities of Norfolk and Portsmouth had just opened, and the tunnel authority was celebrating with a 5k through it. The number of participants was limited to just a couple hundred, the price couldn't be beat, and since I had a few friends jumping off that bridge (well, running through that tunnel), I signed up as well. As race day drew nearer, I started questioning my sanity. I hate tunnels. I drive through them often and focus only on getting out as quickly as possible, so why on earth would I want to prolong the process of getting out by running instead of driving? Because it was a fantastic mental challenge for me and I couldn't pass up the chance to learn and grow from it. What I learned was the incline in a tunnel is steeper than it appears, and the lack of air flow in the middle is suffocating. It was 3.1 miles of misery, but a really cool experience that allowed me to add "bottom of the Elizabeth River" to the list of places I've run.
Running down the tunnel and back to Portsmouth
Hot, sweaty ladies
October began with my third half marathon of the year, which was a record high for me. I signed up for the Crawlin' Crab half in the spring with the hopes that we'd have more favorable weather conditions than we did for Shamrock and I could see what these legs were capable of. However, my summer of running was more about maintaining miles than gaining speed, so I put my PR dreams back on the shelf and focused on running a strong race. The weather was no friend to us, with temps in the 70s and summer-like humidity, and I had to gut the last half of that race out big time. It was the first time all year I was actually disappointed in a race time, which could only mean I was ready to start working toward something again.
Caution: Weather conditions were way suckier than our smiling faces imply
Cartwheeling across the finish line of a half marathon was checked off my running bucket list in 2016
I spent the next few weeks of October focusing on leg strength and working slightly faster runs into my weekly mileage. I stepped to the starting line of the Wicked 10k with more confidence than I had just a few weeks prior at Crawlin' Crab and ready to let 'er rip. I ran most of those 6.2 miles right alongside my friend Sara, and each time I felt her push her pace, I dug in an answered with a push of my own. I felt strong as I crossed the finish line, which is something that hadn't happened since the 10 miler on the trails in May. I was within a minute of my 10k PR, and the fire to get to work for Shamrock 2017 was stoked.
Nasty Women Run
So here we are, 11 weeks away from my next Shamrock half. My PR dream has been removed from its shelf, dusted off, and written where I can see it every single day. My training plan is laid out for me on Fancy monthly calendars. The 1400 miles I logged in 2016 were no accident...they were mindfully planned and executed to serve as the foundation for big goals in 2017 and beyond. Each month of this past year serves as a reminder of lessons learned as I build upon that foundation:
2016 turned out to be an incredible year of running for me. I didn't PR a single race, and I think that was the key to my running happiness this year. Coming off consecutive summers where I dealt with nagging injuries, my goal for this year was to run healthy all year. That meant slowing down and starting over, adding mileage slowly and thoughtfully while making strength training a priority. Mind blowing approach, right? And by golly if it didn't actually work! The end result to this crazy plan has been an injury free 12+ months of running and a super strong foundation on which to build my training for the 2017 Shamrock Half Marathon and beyond. And that's not even the best part! The best part was how much fun I had saying yes to new adventures because I wasn't worried about a goal race all year. For example...
In February, I joined a team of three other ladies for a 100k relay race at Bow Creek Golf Course. 62 miles divided by 4 girls, round and round the golf course we ran on a frigid winter day and celebrated a strong finish with champagne inside the toasty clubhouse.
Team No Pain, No Champagne
In March, I got to run with Brynn for her first Shamrock 8k. If I had been training to PR the half marathon, it's doubtful I would've agreed to run with her and would've missed this incredible experience. My girl is fierce, I tell you!
Loved every step with this kid
As for the half marathon, I let go of my pride and let a pace group pull me through 13.1 miles of cold, driving rain and pace-crushing winds across the finish line. I had nothing to lose by letting the pacers take the wheel...they were running a 1:45 no matter what, all I had to do was keep them in sight. And with no PR on the line, I gladly accepted the beer handed to me somewhere along Atlantic Avenue. That race was a battle from start to finish, and I keep the memory of it fresh in my head when runs aren't going so well.
Approaching the finish
In May, I ran my first trail race...a 10 miler in honor of women who lost their lives in combat for our country. It was a blast running up, down, and all around First Landing State Park, and not having a time goal allowed me to work on racing strategy. I played around with sticking with a pack, leading a pack, and finally breaking away from the pack and reeling in people ahead of me one at a time. A second place age group finish was icing on the cake.
Claiming my 2nd place medal
June brought my family back to Ithaca for the second Gorges Ithaca half marathon. It was an epic trip that could've only been better had I not been battling a heinous wheezing cough for a solid three weeks leading up to the race (and another month after that, I would later learn). The course was different than last year, with a 700+ foot elevation climb late in the race. And again, with a time goal only of "better than last year," I focused on passing as many people as I could in those later miles. I also focused on enjoying a mimosa along the race course for the first time.
So great to finally be in a race with this speedy Bomber!
I ran two new races in August, and I will tell you that racing in coastal Virginia in August is a suck fest, plain and simple. The first race was a 5k that was part of J&A Racing's new summer series of races, held each Wednesday morning for 8 weeks during the summer and geared toward the oodles of tourists enjoying their vacation at the beach. I hadn't raced a 5k in forever...and it was obvious when you take a look at my splits. It was a classic tale of starting too fast and then crashing and burning. I was forced to fight to the finish thanks to Bad Ass Mother Runner Barbie, who had no body part left unchiseled and came complete with a baby in a jogging stroller.
J&A's Summer 5k Series...hot, humid, hell of a fun time
The second race in August was a total impulse buy. A brand new tunnel connecting the cities of Norfolk and Portsmouth had just opened, and the tunnel authority was celebrating with a 5k through it. The number of participants was limited to just a couple hundred, the price couldn't be beat, and since I had a few friends jumping off that bridge (well, running through that tunnel), I signed up as well. As race day drew nearer, I started questioning my sanity. I hate tunnels. I drive through them often and focus only on getting out as quickly as possible, so why on earth would I want to prolong the process of getting out by running instead of driving? Because it was a fantastic mental challenge for me and I couldn't pass up the chance to learn and grow from it. What I learned was the incline in a tunnel is steeper than it appears, and the lack of air flow in the middle is suffocating. It was 3.1 miles of misery, but a really cool experience that allowed me to add "bottom of the Elizabeth River" to the list of places I've run.
Running down the tunnel and back to Portsmouth
Hot, sweaty ladies October began with my third half marathon of the year, which was a record high for me. I signed up for the Crawlin' Crab half in the spring with the hopes that we'd have more favorable weather conditions than we did for Shamrock and I could see what these legs were capable of. However, my summer of running was more about maintaining miles than gaining speed, so I put my PR dreams back on the shelf and focused on running a strong race. The weather was no friend to us, with temps in the 70s and summer-like humidity, and I had to gut the last half of that race out big time. It was the first time all year I was actually disappointed in a race time, which could only mean I was ready to start working toward something again.
Caution: Weather conditions were way suckier than our smiling faces imply
Cartwheeling across the finish line of a half marathon was checked off my running bucket list in 2016 I spent the next few weeks of October focusing on leg strength and working slightly faster runs into my weekly mileage. I stepped to the starting line of the Wicked 10k with more confidence than I had just a few weeks prior at Crawlin' Crab and ready to let 'er rip. I ran most of those 6.2 miles right alongside my friend Sara, and each time I felt her push her pace, I dug in an answered with a push of my own. I felt strong as I crossed the finish line, which is something that hadn't happened since the 10 miler on the trails in May. I was within a minute of my 10k PR, and the fire to get to work for Shamrock 2017 was stoked.
Nasty Women Run
So here we are, 11 weeks away from my next Shamrock half. My PR dream has been removed from its shelf, dusted off, and written where I can see it every single day. My training plan is laid out for me on Fancy monthly calendars. The 1400 miles I logged in 2016 were no accident...they were mindfully planned and executed to serve as the foundation for big goals in 2017 and beyond. Each month of this past year serves as a reminder of lessons learned as I build upon that foundation:
- Appreciate a healthy body. Listen to it. Treat it well, especially when it seems to be betraying you.
- Teamwork makes the dream work. Surround yourself with people who value your goals and encourage you to work for them. Do the same for them. And if they provide child care for training runs and races, never let them go.
- Say yes to new adventures! As adults with bills to pay and homes to maintain and kids raise, it's so easy to get caught up in the grind of it all. We spend so much time, money, and energy trying to give our children experiences to help them learn and grow that we forget that WE still need to learn and grow. The best way to do that is to try new things, and the bonus is that our kids learn to be brave and open to new experiences by watching us. When we succeed, we've shown them trying new things is so worth it, even when it's hard. And if failure is the outcome, it's a chance to show our kids how to handle disappointment with humility and that we humans are resilient. They're watching. They're listening. Maybe not to the parts about cleaning their room and getting ready for bed, but they're listening to the good stuff. Be the adult you want them to become. And if you don't have kids, heck, be the adult you want other adults to become, too. We could use some more good guys around.
See, 2016 wasn't all bad. For this mother runner, it was pretty darn good. The foundation has been laid for new experiences and with hard work (and a little race day magic), perhaps a PR will show up in 2017.
