Monday, May 11, 2015

Maine Coast Marathon--in which I emerge from the gates of hell to gain superstar status (or so I think)

Maine Coast Marathon was yesterday, Mother's Day, and it was a doozey.  We will get to that in a bit, because first, there was prom!

Back when I signed up for the marathon, prom was supposed to be the following weekend.  Once I signed up, they changed it to the same weekend.  Fabulous timing.  But really, it didn't matter too much because who actually sleeps before a race anyway?  Not me.

But I digress...

Prom.  Yes back to that.  Somehow I actually managed to pull off all the things on my list of shit to do on Saturday that I planned out in the last blog.  I did run 4 miles, get to baseball, host a bunch of people (with food) and managed to remain sane.

One small crisis with sticky boobs, but really that was it.  The girls all looked beautiful, the boys shot some guns, (yes, we are rednecks) and all the parents enjoyed some food and company.

 cause who doesn't shoot guns in their tux? #totallynormal

having some trouble with the boutonniere 

my favorite

That's my baby!  wah.

Anyway, with them all off to prom safely it was time to get ready for my marathon the next day.  The weather has been kinda eh these last few days but Sunday was predicted to be sunny 80* and humid.  Fan-freakin-tastic.  Nothing like training in snowpocalypse and then running in hell.  So much for acclimation.

Thankfully, I had received a new tank to wear in the mail so at least I could look like a rock star.  You know that old saying, "don't do anything new on race day"?  Well, I pretty much ignored that and was going to wear this tank anyway.  Turns out this was maybe not the best decision, but I sure did look good!!

 flat Michelle


New fish tank tank from InkNBurn (LOVE), tried and true Altra Torin sneakers, favorite black shorts and Rev 3 visor.

After very little sleep, 4:45 arrived and it was time to get up.  I packed all the race clothes and supplies I could think of just in case the weather changed.  I even remembered the Body Glide this year!  My buddies and I hopped in my car and we were off!

The start was about 1:30 away from our house and another runner friend offered the use of his driveway to park my car.  Otherwise, we would have needed to park at the finish and take the shuttle to the start, adding another 45 minutes onto our morning.  That would have been a REALLY early wake up call.  Thank you so much my new best friend, Dan!!

We walked the short walk to Kennebunk High School which is where the race started.  Of course, we snapped a selfie on the way.

probably the only selfie I look half decent in
best running buddies ever--Stacey, me, Lauren

Right at the high school, I ran into my other running friends, Speedy McFast aka Sara and Mr-Ironman aka her husband Eric.  Sara had raced the half marathon yesterday and was taking on the marathon today to complete the 39.3 challenge.  Amazing and crazy all at the same time!


Eric was to be spectator extraordinaire today and he sure was!  I saw him at least 3 times and he cheered for me each time!  Yay for Eric and spectators!!

The race started right on time at 7:30 after the playing of the National Anthem (for which I proceeded to get all teary eyed during per usual). It was already warm at the start so I unloaded my shirt onto Eric for safekeeping.  Thanks Eric!

And we were off!

My plan was really no plan--it had gone back and forth between starting around 9's and then trying to negative split or going out with Stacey at 8:30's ish and keeping with her until I couldn't and then trying not to crash and burn.  Starting at 9's felt slow so I decided to get to Stacey and go with her.

Mile 1: 8:26
Mile 2: 8:29
Mile 3: 8:40
Mile 4: 8:33
Mile 5: 8:24
Mile 6: 8:37

These miles felt easy and great!  Really.  I felt awesome.  The temp was perfect and the run through Kennebunk was pretty.  It was around Mile 6 that I started to feel some discomfort under my arms.  My very fancy and pretty new tank was rubbing and starting to chafe.  Fack.  20 miles was a long way to suffer with chaffing.  I texted my friend Danielle to see if she could grab some body glide to save the day.

Mile 7: 8:30
Mile 8: 8:29
Mile 9: 8:18

We were right behind the 3:45 pacer.  I actually could not believe that this is where I was running.  It was so easy.  So comfortable.  other than my underarms.  Danielle texted back to check at the aid stations, they should have vasoline.  Brilliant!  Day saved.  kinda.

Mile 10: 8:34
Mile 11: 8:26
Mile 12: 8:53

This is where I asked about Vasoline.  They had some, just not out.  Dammit!  I lost a bit waiting for them to get it out for me.  I slathed it on then ran off to catch up with Stacey.  After that aid station and trying to catch up with her, I felt myself starting to slow.  She went ahead and I stayed a little behind.

Mile 13: 8:49

Danielle was here around this mile marker and jumped in to save me.  Stacey was ahead and I knew I was done running with her for the day.  She was off to get her BQ and I did not want her to wait on me.  Danielle ran the next few miles with me and chattered away which was great.  I didn't have to speak and she did all the talking.  It was a nice distraction since running was starting to get hard here.

Oh, I should mention that my half marathon split was the fucking bomb!  I killed my PR by about 3 minutes.   1:52:02.  Bam!  Take that bitches!  Maybe I should have run the half the day before and called it good.  Oh, well.  Too late now.  Still another 13.1 to go.  Jokes on me.

Mile 14: 9:05
Mile 15: 9:10
Mile 16: 9:31

I think this was the first hill that I walked.  It was the beginning of the downward spiral into hell.

Mile 17: 9:26

Danielle jumped off around here to try to get to the finish for other people she was helping and rooting for.  I sadly, went on alone.  I think she really helped me keep pace here as it was starting to get super hot and my legs were wanting to be done.

Mile 18: 10:54
Mile 19: 9:38
Mile 20: 10:03
Mile 21: 11:21
Mile 22: 10:45
Mile 23: 11:07

This group of miles totally sucked balls.  It was so damn hot, we were away from the ocean running on this boring ass road.  Bugs were getting me.  Black friggin flies.  Wtf.  Seriously?  Black flies?  I was not mentally prepared for bugs.  It pissed me off.  There were some hills here and I walked all of them.  I was adopting the "try to run a mile, then walk a half mile" method.  It morphed into "run as far as you can, then walk until you are too embarrassed to keep walking then try to run again" mode.  I walked all the aid stations and was taking water and gatorade every time.

I cannot remember where it was but somewhere around Mile 20? there was a man and his wife handing out popsicles.  I got the last one.  I swear I almost kissed them both.  I have never enjoyed a red popsicle more than I did at that moment.  It literally saved my life.  Or felt like it at the time.

It was also during this group of miles that I had a man and another woman that kept passing me when I walked, then I would pass them when they walked.  Ordinarily, this wouldn't be of any interest but the man was the most smelly man I have ever smelled in my life and the woman had this frankenstein run/shuffle thing going on that drove me batshit crazy.  Each time the man would pass (or I passed him) I would literally get slapped in the face with his body odor.  It was unbearable, in that I would hold my breath each time he passed me.

Really bad.  I promise.

The woman with her clop/shuffle thing drove me nuts because she wouldn't get out of the damn dirt on the shoulder and it made this noise that made me want to push her in the ditch just to get it to stop.  The man finally went far enough ahead of me that I was free of that stench and the woman dropped behind me so the torture was over.  At least the noise and smell torture.  The other tortures would continue, like the raw spots under my arms…..

I stopped at one aid station for water and gatorade, around mile 22?, not sure cause it's all a overheated blur, and I saw the 4:00 pacer pass me.  I almost cried.  Then I was pissed.  Then I said fuck it.  My 3:55 was clearly a pipe dream at this point, but I still had a 15 minute buffer to keep my B race goal (which was really my A race goal cause I kinda knew there was no way in hell I could get a 3:55 on my first marathon).  So I just set myself to finish this bitch and be done with it.  I seriously would have lost my shit if the 4:15 pacer had gone by me.  Thank God that didn't happen.

Mile 24: 10:36
Mile 25: 11:39
Mile 26: 11:07

The last 3 miles to the finish were really, really hard.  The terrain wasn't particularly difficult but my hamstrings hurt really bad, the chaffing was almost unbearable and my toes were killing me too.  The path to the finish was cool in that it was a walking path under the road and plenty of spectators were lined up along that path cheering.  It really pushed to me to finish strong.

badass status

I had no idea my legs could look that good!
marathon training for the win!

so happy! the most happy!

Finish time:  4:08:37!  Yeah baby!!

After I crossed the finish I got my water bottle and just sat.  And laid down and sat some more.  Then tried to get up and decided that wasn't the best idea since I felt dizzy and wanted to barf.  So there was more sitting down.

I found out my friend Stacey had finished in 3:54 ish so she made her BQ time!  I was so happy for her!!  It turns out she also won her age group!!  We hung around and watched our other buddy, Lauren finish.  I tried to get up again and wasn't doing so well, so I got some help to the medic tent just to make sure I was ok.

They took my vitals while I got to sit in a shaded tent with an ice bag on my head.  It felt divine.  The doctor took my blood pressure and said 96/80, I said isn't that strange?  She said yup.  I can't say that was the answer I wanted to hear....  But her diagnosis was dehydration and not death so I guess I was going to survive.  Honestly, just sitting in the shaded tent was all I needed.

three happy finishers!

I need to thank these ladies for all their support and help while training this god-awful winter.  Who knew when we were running in snow and 12* weather that it would be 85* and humid for the race.  Zero time for acclimation.  Just jump right into hell and run there.  Well, we all did it, and finished!  These ladies made 20 mile training runs fun.  Well, maybe not fun, but bearable.  And Danielle, my cheerleader in another town, just makes my life better.  Believing in me when I didn't, sending me cards in the mail that make me laugh and cry with happiness and always helping me to make poor life decisions.

Overall finish 265/702
Female 109/380
Age Group 11/53

I am pretty damn proud of myself and my first marathon effort!  And I may or may not be looking at another flat/fast marathon in the next few months…… shhhhh!




Monday, May 4, 2015

April's Miles and Marathon Month!!!!!

So.  Here it is.

Countdown week until the Maine Coast Marathon on Sunday.

Hard to believe it's this weekend already.  Time flies when it's winter for SIX STRAIGHT MONTHS.  hashtag not.

Anyhoo--run down for the month of April.

128.12 Miles logged for April.  The majority of those being outside and virtually none on the treadmill.  Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

I've managed to log over 100 miles/month every month this year so far.  Turns out long runs of 15-20 miles weekly will jump up your average quite a bit.  huh.

Average pace for the majority of those runs has been in the 9:00-9:30 range, with the exception of the two 20 milers in which the wheels fell off the bus (so to speak) and the average of the last few miles dropped considerably to 10:30-11:00.  not gonna BQ with a pace like that....

I will asterisk that by adding that both of those 20 milers were done in Boothbay Harbor and all its horrendous hills.  Hills that blacken toes and chew up quads and blister feet and suck the will to live right out of you.  So I would counter that even though the pace was slower, the effort given was similar to a flat 20 miler at a 9:00 pace.  At least that is what I keep telling myself.

So here is what I'm hoping to accomplish this Sunday as far as finishing times:

A Race--the all things rainbows and unicorns race, the buy a lottery ticket cause this shit ain't ever gonna happen again race:

3:55 or below.  Preferably, 3:53 if I'm anywhere close to this number so there won't be a chance of BQing and then not making the lottery.  Cause that would totally suck balls.

Chances of this happening--.001%

B Race--this race that would be a really excellent first marathon for me and the one I should be super-duper proud of but won't be because it's kinda close to BQing but not really.

4:00-4:10

Chances of this happening--50%

C Race--the race that will most likely happen because _________________ (insert whatever variable here that can fuck you up on race day:  rain, heat, wall hitting, barfing, cramping, not enough water, too much water, not enough fuel, too much fuel, chaffing, blisters, sun, whatever,  You get the picture.)

4:25 and longer

Chances of this happening--50%


So there you have it.  Now that I've said this I'll probably shit the bed and finish in 5 hours and I'll have to never blog again because I'll be so embarrassed about it.

And now begins the process of checking the weather every single second of every single day.  Right now it's showing thunderstorms.  Fan-freaking-tastic.  And other than weather checking, this is what is on the agenda for this week:

Monday--rest.  hmm maybe a 3 miler.  We will see. work.

Tuesday--7 miles, work.

Wednesday--5 miles, work and daughter's lax game

Thursday--work, no running.

Friday--5 miler, work, packet pickup and expo

Saturday:
7:00 am--4 miles
9:00 am--son's baseball game
12:00 pm--daughter's hair appointment
2:00 pm--host 15+ people at my house for a pre-prom party with food and drinks while the girls get ready for prom.  Stab forks into my eyes.
5:00 pm--if no rain, go to the waterfront for prom pictures.  Cry.
6:00-11:00 pm--go home and wander aimlessly around the house trying to prepare for a marathon the next day all the while wondering how prom is going and if she's having fun and blah blah blah.
11:00 pm--daughter gets home and then I can try to go to sleep.

Sunday:
4:45 am--wake up
5:15 leave for MARATHON!!!!!
7:30 race begins
11:23 finish race and BQ baby!  yah right.


Feel free to stalk me if you so desire.  My bib number is 1395.  If you download the Race Joy app, I believe you can follow me there.

See you on the other side!






Thursday, April 9, 2015

March Miles and Beaver Sightings

So the calendar says "spring" but the weather here in Maine is still shit winter.  It's opening day for the local semi-pro baseball team and we get 4" of snow.

welcome to Maine!  fuck you!


Seriously, Mother Nature.  You suck.  Or in the words of my 9 year old son this morning, "Mother Nature is a butthole".

Yes.  Yes she is.

Anyway, despite the craptastic weather that we've been having, I seem to be able to still rack up the running miles.

138.65!!

Which included 4 long runs of 16, 14, 20 and 17 miles.  Just one month ago the longest run I had ever done was a half marathon.  Now, a half marathon seems like an "easy" day.  Go figure.

20 miles sucked and was ugly and took me close to 3:30 to finish so I have no idea how I think I might finish a full marathon in 4 hours, but you never know.

me hating all things running

Boothbay Harbor is the land of all the hills so a flat course might be in my favor.  With my luck it will likely rain like hell or be sunny and 80*.  Either way, I'm sure to die, vomit, curse, dehydrate, chafe and slog to a +4:00 finish.  On Mother's Day.  Cause what else would I want to do on Mother's Day?

So enough of all this mileage shit and marathon talk.  Let's get down to the real reason you are reading this blog.  Unless you care about me and running, the reason you are here is to find out what the heck I'm doing talking about beavers.  And you likely have your mind in the gutter.  And you'd likely to be right on with that thinking.

Read on folks.....


So on Monday evenings for the past month or so, I've been running a field hockey clinic at the Y with the varsity coach for younger girls.  This Monday was the same.  I came home from work, put on my running gear (in which I go commando,,, this is important.  remember for later.....)  and headed to the Y to get a couple of miles in on the track before field hockey at 6:30.  Fine.  Ran my 2 miles, did the field hockey clinic in which I played some 2 on 2 with the girls, then came home.

Dinner was ready when I got home so we started eating.  I happen to eat standing up at the counter and my husband says to me--what's on the front of your pants?  I look down and much to my horror (and everyone else who's eating dinner at the time) the seam of my running capris are split from the band at the waist all the way down to the crotch.  My entire crotch/bush/beaver/hoo-hoo whatever you want to call it was completely hanging out for all to see.

I did not tear this further, this was the actual hole in my pants.....

WTF!??

How does one's pants split open completely in the front and you don't even notice???!!!  How long did I walk around flashing everyone at the Y?  And worst of all, how come no one told me??

Ummm, excuse me coach?  I think your hoo-hoo is sticking out.

Omg I can't even imagine that conversation.

Seriously.  It's a wonder they let me volunteer.  Or maybe that's why they let me volunteer......

I guess I'm going to have to re-think the commando thing.....


Anyway, that's what happening in my end of the world.  No spring, snow again, more miles and beaver sightings.  Good stuff.  And my running friends, they are so supportive.....


Happy April.




Thursday, March 12, 2015

Three Things Thursday

I haven't done a TTT for some time now, so there must be at least 3 things that I have to say, right?

1.  In my brain, today is Friday.  I thought last night was Thursday night and I think today is Friday.  What a disappointment to realize that it is not.  The kids have tomorrow off for a teacher in-service day so for them, it is actually Friday, but for me, well, people still want to have their eyes checked.  Wah.

2.  This morning was the third morning in a row that my running buddy and I managed to get up and run at 5 a.m. before work.  Three days in a row!  On the time change week!  That is nothing short of amazing.  It was dark as shit, but also pretty warm (for Maine) and quiet.  The first night, I barely slept at all I was so worried about oversleeping and missing the 4:45 a.m. alarm.  who the fuck gets up at that hour??  stupid people. that's who.  The second night, I slept like a rock but woke up at 4:40 on the nose and last night was similar.  Today I actually feel pretty normal like I didn't do anything special at all.  Like getting up and running at 5 is perfectly sane and regular behavior.  huh.  Maybe I could be an early morning runner.  I will say, it's pretty nice to get it out of the way.  Leaves more time for things like laundry and snacking at 8 p.m.

 Day 1

 Day 2

Day 3
I don't always run at 5 a.m. but when I do, I wear an owl hat.  And apparently, I only own purple running clothes.


3.  So you know how you have your favorite bra?  And maybe you have 1 or 2 of the same ones and even though you have other bras you only wear the 2 favorites?  Well mine were getting crappy looking so I thought I'd buy 4 of the exact same of my current favorite ones.  Smart, right?  Then I would have 2 crappy old favorites and 4 brand new fancy favorites.  I looked at the number and bought the same ones X's 4.  

Guess what?  

New bras feel like shit.  They don't stay in place, I feel like they are too small (like that is even possible with my tiny boobs) or something.  They ride up and I'm constantly yarning (Maine word) on them and adjusting to make it feel normal.  Not a good look.  

So now I have $80 of bras that I hate and I'm back to wearing my 2 old crappy favorite ones.  

Yet another argument for wearing running clothes all the time.  Running clothes = sports bras.  And even though I have flat boobs in sports bras, they are all comfortable.

Yes.  This is yet another of my fantastically awesome #firstworldproblems.


How is your Friday Thursday going?  

Any bra issues you care to share?



Wednesday, March 4, 2015

January and February Review

2015 is starting out fantastically for me as far as running is concerned.  I have been able to log crazy miles in the dead of winter thanks, in part, to my fabulous running friends and the fact that I have been far more disciplined with my workouts.  Yay me!

January

Miles Run--100.45.  You read that correctly, folks.  ONE HUNDRED MILES run in JANUARY!  In MAINE!  100 miles is a new record for me and certainly a huge achievement to get it done in one of the worst winter months.  Not to mention, we had record snowfall and bitter cold temperatures the last week of January extending into February.

I've had very little cross training lately, with 60 minutes on the spin bike and 1 measly hour of tennis. I can't do everything, it seems, so running wins.

February

Miles Run--111.  I love that number.  More than last month.  February is a shorter month and the weather continued to be atrocious but I still managed to get that many miles in.  I believe I had maybe 3 of those runs outside and the rest were on the treadmill and the track.

So.
Boring.

But all this mental training will be good for that marathon thing I have coming up in May, right??

Other notable events in Jan/Feb:

~10 mile PR at the Mid-Winter Classic, taking 6+ minutes off my best time.

~running 16 miles--longest run ever.  10 on the track and 6 outside, in the dark, in the snow and cold with my running buddy.  Big accomplishment.
~the oldest daughter's basketball team won their conference championship!  So very exciting.




But then lost unexpectedly in the first round of the playoffs.  womp. womp.

The day after the boys team lost very unexpectedly in the first round.

Both games at the buzzer.
So.
Much.
Sad.

~added on after original post--I just finished watching all the Breaking Bad episodes.  I'm kinda feeling like I'm having withdrawal.  I was a little late to the party on this one, but it was a great show.  Moving on to Saul and his new series?
~So many snow days. I think we got somewhere in the range of 90 inches of snow in the last week of January through February.  I don't think the kids had a full week of school ever in February.
~My oldest started driver's ed.  Want to feel old?  This is how you feel old--watch your kid driving a car for the first time.
also notable in this picture, the giant ass snowbanks we have.  and they are bigger now.

~some indoor field hockey where our little local team of 7 girls went up against club teams and much bigger schools and looked pretty damn good!  2-1-1


~and I can't leave the boy out, he started travel team basketball and scored #allthepoints in the first few games.  I hope this kid grows early (although I doubt it), cause he's gonna be something else on the court.  (things every single mother in the world says.... )


Moving on to March.  Let's hope the giant piles of snow melt before June......

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Catching Up--in which I finally recap Dec and the year 2014

So as I sit here in between patients (after the nine millionth snowstorm this week), I thought it might be a good time to catch up on all things blogging.

December

Run--62.74 miles
Bike--100 minutes
Swim--2000 yds
Tennis--6 hours
Weights--15 minutes


Review and totals for 2014

Miles Run--668.88
Bike--2155 minutes of biking or spinning  That is approximately 576 miles of biking.
Swim--44,000 yards which equates to about 27 miles of swimming.

That is a total of 1271 miles, which is like driving from Boothbay Harbor, ME to Nashville, TN.  I guess I covered a bit of ground this year.  I also exceeded my running goal of 600 miles, so I'm pretty proud of that!


Favorites for 2014


Bradbury Mountain Trail Series

My first time racing on trails and I really, really enjoyed it.  It was hard, both mentally and physically but I did them all.  The 6, 9 and 12 mile race I finished and now can call myself a Bad Ass.  And I have the hoodie to prove it. Thank you Danielle, for helping me make poor life decisions... ;)  And of course, now I have to do it again next year so you can earn your hoodie!

 smiling fool, that's me!

see?  Bad Ass^^^


The Harborfest Half was so much fun in that Gary Allen came to run with us and I had a miserable sufferfest of a half marathon in which I ran (walked) #allthehills and sucked #allthewind.  It was long and awful and hard but I'll likely do it again next year.  

 will someone get him a cheeseburger?  Jeez.



I had a random 10 mile race in Massachusetts that I won an entry into.  No friends here, but a nice race with nice people and a cool photo.  Thanks, random photographer.


Surprisingly, the Santa Shuffle Half Marathon was a fabulous race!  It was well organized, parking was easy and plentiful and I had a great PR, finally, finally breaking the 2 hour mark at 1:55!!  AND we dressed up!  #allthefun  I cannot wait to do this race again next year.  So gimmicky, but extremely fun.



What's in store for 2015?

~I had a fantastic race at the Mid-Winter Classic 10 miler on Feb 1, which you can read all about here.

~I have done the unthinkable and ran over 100 miles in January, which brings me to the completely unimaginable--I signed up for the Maine Coast Marathon in May!  Never in a million years did I ever think I would sign up to do a marathon.  Never in ten million years did I ever think I would even be able to run a marathon.  I have to thank my running friends, Stacey and Lauren and Danielle, for helping me to make more poor life choices.  All of us fools (and so many more!) will be at this marathon, on Mother's Day, trying to finish and maybe, just maybe qualifying for Boston.....

Never in my wildest dreams (nightmares??) would I have entertained the thought of qualifying for Boston, but lately my running times and my old age have led me to believe that it just might be possible.

Maybe old dogs can learn new tricks or at least run many miles in 3:55......

~Also on the agenda is a redo of the Bradbury Mountain Trail Series.  It was fun and different and I plan on doing it again.

~Beach to Beacon 10K
~Harborfest Half Marathon--cause I enjoy suffering and this one goes right by my house.

That's it so far.  I need to find a half marathon sometime in April, if you have any suggestions in the New England area.  I'd also like to do a relay like Ragnar,


What do you have planned for 2015?


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Mid-Winter Classic 10 Miler 2015 Edition--in which I become a rockstar and find new places to chafe

Hey!  It's me!  I decided to come out of blogging retirement finally.  I'm not sure what has gotten into me, but I just haven't felt like blogging lately.  Yesterday's race gave me a reason to return.  I realize that I haven't bothered to recap either January, the year end or even December yet, but I'll get to that in another post.  Since it is the way I keep track of my running total, I will get to it eventually.

So yesterday was my third year running the Mid-Winter Classic 10 Mile race in Cape Elizabeth.  It's usually a pretty fun race in that all my best running buddies are there and also, it's right in the middle of winter.  And really, what else have you got to do in the middle of winter but head out in (usually) frigid temperatures and run 10 miles?

I don't know if you've been following the weather here in Maine, but we have been seriously dumped on with snow over the past week.  18-24" on Tues-Wed and another 8-12" on Friday.  That's a lot of f'n snow.  They were considering postponing the race if the road conditions were not going to be safe because of all the snow but I guess the plow guys in Cape E. do a nice job because they decided on Saturday to hold the race anyway.

Temperatures on Sunday were 4* when I got up at 6:30.  Expected high was 16*.  Not super warm but better than what I had originally heard, which was -4*.  I packed a whole bunch of stuff just in case I would need it because I really hate to be cold.
~Trail shoes and regular shoes--if the road was really snowy, I wanted to run in my trail shoes.
~two jackets to wear over my thermal shirt
~wore one set of long thermal running pants and brought another to wear over them
~hat, gloves
~sweatshirt and sweatpants to change into afterward
~various forms of fuel

#allthestuff

I arrived around 8:20 and went in to get my shirt and bib.  I always like the shirt, it's long sleeve and this year it was red.  Most of my running buddies were not there this year (sad sad panda face) but I did find a few.  Mandy (my super fun tri friend) was there and I was so happy to see her!  I haven't seen her since last year's race when we had #allthefun.

really, we had the most fun


here we are again, she's trying to keep me from throwing up everywhere from nervousness pre-triathlon

So anyway, I was really happy to see her. So happy, we didn't even bother to get a selfie.  Total fail.

She was there to run, but also to help recruit people to sign up to be a bone marrow donor.  Which of course, I did.  All that it involves was filling out some paperwork--name, address, blah blah, then swabbing your cheek with a q-tip.  There is a young girl in her community who needs a bone marrow transplant and she was there for her.  I hope you find your donor, Haley.

team Haley, getting donors.

After chatting with Mandy for a bit, I found a table with my friend, Andy, to relax at while waiting for the race to start.  We chatted a bit and I also ran into my high school friend, Todd.  It was nice to see everyone but I was missing my girl friends--Danielle, Sara and Sarah.  Danielle was solo parenting, Sarah hates the cold and other Sara has some fancy equestrian business that she needs to run.  Whatever.  I missed all you bozos anyway.

Like usual, my stupid Garmin never seems to work when I want to use it.  Somehow, it was not hooked to the charger in the morning.  I thought it might have enough charge to get me through the race, but no.  Of course it didn't.  I went to set it at the start line and it went dead.  Womp womp.

My plan was no plan.  Just run.  I had no goals, no time planned, nothing.  Really, just to have fun and finish.  Andy, Jim, Carrie and Jen were also all planning on just having a fun run to we were going to try to run together and take #alltheselfies.  Well, that failed too.  Jim, Andy and I could not find Carrie and Jen anywhere at the start so we just started together.  9:00's were planned.  Jim and Andy started their watches (since mine was dead….), the cannon went off, and we were running.

The start was crowded and snowy to start but once we got on the main roads, it was pretty clear.  The temperature ended up feeling pretty perfect.  I wasn't cold at all.  The sun was bright and the white snow everywhere was just beautiful.  Honestly!  It was a perfect running day!

Andy, Jim and I ran together for about the first 3 miles.  Jim tells me that we were around 9:20, 8:40 then 8:30.  I was pretty surprised that I was running below 9, since I was not winded at all and really felt like it was easy.  I pulled away from Jim at that point and ran with Andy for awhile.  Maybe around mile 6 (? not sure) I pulled away from Andy as well.  I was watch-less at this point but just kept the pace I was going.

me in all black to the left--courtesy of Maine Running Photos


There were some hills at the start of the race and a few in the middle but these 'hills' are nothing at all like what I've been training with at home.  They really just felt like a bump in the road to me and I just ran through them without issue.

I was passing people left and right at this point.  It was a pretty awesome feeling!  Unlike my first year running this race, no old man in jeans was going to pass me this time.  Around mile 7, Andy caught back up to me again.  I was so happy to have someone to run with, I hoped we would finish together.  At this point we were doing 8:12 according to his watch.  I couldn't believe it.  8:00's!  At mile 7 of a 10 mile race!!  Here was where I knew I could really make a good time.  I was gonna turn it on here.

Andy stopped for water at the Mile 8 water station and I just kept going.  There was no slowing down for me at this point--I wanted to PR and I wanted to do it big.  I picked off runner after runner.  Not one person passed me after around mile 4.  Not one.  Mile 9 marker appeared and I pushed it a bit more.  Only one more mile to go.

Then came to turn into the high school where the race finishes.  You think you are done because that is where the race started, but no!  The finish is out back and it's about 1/4 mile to get there.  ugh.  But I still had gas in the tank.  I turned on my kick and passed 5 more people into the finish.

1:25:37!!!

Big, big PR for me.  Last year's race I finished in 1:31:xx so that's a good 6 minutes better!  And I could have gone faster.  I wasn't even trying at the beginning until I realized that I could actually PR.

You really just never know when you are going to have a good race vs. a great race.  This day was definitely a Great Race day!
yes, I'm totally clapping for myself.  you should always clap for yourself.  especially when you are a **ROCKSTAR** and kill your race.

not too shabby!


I changed in hallway, as I am the master of changing clothes while staying decent, said bye to all my friends and headed out for home.  The DQ is now open, thank you sweet baby jesus, so that was my post-race treat.  All PR's deserve a giant ice cream to celebrate, right?  Then home for the best part of any race--the shower!!

Now normally I wouldn't bother telling you about my shower however, this one had a very special surprise in store for me.  I hopped in to the hottest, steamiest shower ever and started warming up.  All of a sudden I had the worst pain known to man, or woman, in a place where you never want to feel that kind of pain.

Water hitting chaffed skin = the worst pain ever.  I promise you.

I had the worst chaffing on my inner thighs about as close to the who-ha, the Queen, the crotch, whatever you want to call it, as you can get without actually being the who-ha.  On both thighs.

(insert screaming face emoji here)

I have never chaffed there before.  Like ever.  So I had no idea what that was all about.  Then I remembered.

I wore these new running pants that my sister-in-law had gotten me for Christmas.  The were thermal and warm and comfy and I had worn them for 5 and 6 mile runs before.  I pulled them out of the laundry to see what was up with the crotch and this is what I saw.


That stupid triangle crotch thing is what got me.  That stitching.  I should've known that running pants from Kohl's would not actually be appropriate for running.  Silly me.  #fashionpants

So word to the wise--avoid this type of crotch on long runs at all costs lest you want to have a week of wearing yoga pants and walking like a gang-bang victim.  

Other than the chaffing, this race was the bomb dot com!  I love the local feel, the people, my friends, the course, the volunteers!  Everything.  This race is very well done.  The cost is low and it feels like a bigger race than it is.  I love it.

Thank you Maine Track Club for a great race, year after year.