Udi’s Gluten-Free Salted Caramel Cashew Soft-Baked Cookies
Product: Udi’s Gluten-Free Salted Caramel Cashew Soft-Baked Cookies – $5.99+
For all my loyal followers up to this point…you know it doesn’t need to be said…but I will state it one more time.
I. LOVE. COOKIES.
They are, in fact, one of my favorite indulgences. Especially after dinner. I don’t know what it is about cookies, but they just seem like the perfect way to end your day. Dessert at its finest, especially when the cookies are crumbly, soft, buttery, sweet and delicious.
HOWEVER…this combination doesn’t always fall into place when gluten-free cookies are concerned. Too often, the packaged cookies at the store are hard, crunchy, crumbly (and not in a good way) paper weights of wrongness that just don’t work for me. I’ve found some decent enough cookies in the past…but at a price. They are expensive for a reason. That reason being…they are GOOD!
Well, at Expo West this past year, Udi’s Gluten-Free unveiled a bunch of new products. And while Udi’s already has a line of cookies out on the shelves (the bite-size Snickerdoodles being my favorite), they introduced three new flavors in what they are calling a “Soft-Baked Cookies” line. These include Peanut Butter Coconut (yes please!), Maple Pecan Chip (yum!), and, the one that caught my attention immediately…Salted Caramel Cashew. Why did this one stand out? Because Salted Caramel whatever the thing is will always win in my book because salted caramel is one of my favorite flavors. It’s that sweet and salty combination. Add my favorite nut in the whole entire universe…the cashew…to the mix and you are totally Charlie Sheen WINNING!
I was afraid these products would be scarce in my area for awhile. This sometimes happens, especially when I get excited about a new product that is introduced by a brand I trust. But…I was at Walmart of all places one day and there they were…shining at me from a lower shelf…begging me to purchase it and devour ALL the cookies. I have no willpower when it comes to cookies, so they were in my arms and in a shopping bag in record time.
But I didn’t devour them all at once. In fact, I had other dessert items that needed my attention first. But yesterday marked the magical date where I ripped into the box, opened up the package and removed one of Udi’s Gluten-Free Salted Caramel Cashew Soft-Baked Cookies. I breathed in the smell that came from the packaging itself. It was so familiar. In a good way. I handed off one cookie to my roommate, took one for myself…and then put everything away to devour another day. I stick to serving sizes even when I don’t always want to.
These cookies are amazing for processed goodies. Trust me on this one. The familiar smell…well…the taste made it all fall into place. These cookies taste like butter pecan ice cream. NO JOKE! They are perfectly balanced in sweetness and saltiness, lending that bit of savory flavor to each flaky, buttery bite. And these soft, chewy cookies are just a delight on the tastebuds. I honestly had to remind myself that I was eating a cookie…not butter pecan ice cream. Either way, I was one happy cookie monster. Oh yes…that cookie was gone in no time flat and I enjoyed every single delicious bite. Soft throughout, these cookies are just what I love when I bite into a gluten-free treat. Nothing tasted off or fake. Nothing crumbled. Nothing crunched in a loud and obnoxious way. These were sheer perfection in flavor, texture, and everything else. I was one very, very happy gluten-free cookie.
So…now the science of things…
Ingredient wise, these cookies are baked up by using tapioca starch, dried cane syrup, palm oil, brown rice flour, cashew pieces, eggs, tapioca syrup, toffee bits, potato starch, molasses, salt, natural flavors, vanilla extract, xanthan gum, baking soda, and caramel color. So, every ingredient is definitely something I recognize and might have even used myself. I have quite an eclectic blend of flours going on…especially as I’ve been doing some paleo baking recipes as one of my runners on Saturday is doing a paleo diet. Regardless…the fact that nothing sounds like a chemical or like a chemistry experiment makes me feel even better about eating these.
Nutritionally speaking…a serving of Udi’s Gluten-Free Salted Caramel Cashew Soft-Baked Cookies is one cookie. This one cookie will cost you 120 calories and 6 grams of fat. These cookies are much bigger than the two-bite Snickerdoodle, Chocolate Chip, and Oatmeal Raisin cookies that they originally put out in their lineup. And the eclectic flavors of the new soft-baked varieties definitely tempt the palate. Anyway…these cookies also contain 130 mg sodium and 7 grams of sugar. Seven grams of sugar isn’t bad for a cookie! That’s quite impressive. These cookies do not provide any fiber to your diet and only 1 gram of protein, so not filling…but definitely a nice sweet way to end your meal.
So treat yourself to one of the most amazing cookies out on the market. The sweet and salty combination of flavors will entice and liven up your taste buds and leave you wanting more. And if you love butter pecan ice cream, you will especially fall in love with the butterscotchy flavor of the Salted Caramel Cashew Soft-Baked Cookies.
Once again, Udi’s Gluten-Free…you impress me with your products. Another winner in my books.
I admit it. I struggled last week with running. Not so much with the race at Disney…but all the running at altitude really sapped my energy level. In fact, I ended up with a mild case of altitude sickness due to jumping into 12.5 miles in Boulder the day after I arrived. Not the smartest thing I ever did, and unfortunately, the runs I did after that one all sucked…mightily. It was a struggle to push through them. I found myself stopping often, downing water, continuing, and stopping again…to catch my breath…to just rest…my body was not enjoying a moment of any of those runs.
And it really messed with my head.
But…I continued on my training plan and rounded out another week, only to have to start this one still at altitude. And, I think I did okay with it…but it was still a struggle to get through the miles before getting on a plane and heading home. The difference I felt though…made me confident once again that I hadn’t lost anything while in Colorado, save for lung capacity or something.
Let’s take a look at how this week unfolded!
Sunday was the day I was going to be leaving Colorado and heading back to Louisville. However, I wasn’t due back until very late due to the flight schedule. So, I got up early (I never sleep in…ever!) and went to do one final run in Denver, Colorado. I kept an easy, slow, steady pace, but continued to struggle. My energy level just never got back to normal after that run in Boulder on Thursday morning, so the proceeding runs all just felt…awful. This one was a little better, but I was still fighting for air, for strength, for anything to validate that I could still, indeed, run. I ended up managing 11 very tough miles, earning one last merit badge in the trials of running at altitude. I was proud of myself for that and headed back up to the hotel room to shower, change, devour a good breakfast, and then get ready to fly back to Louisville, Kentucky in a couple of hours. The important thing was…I got all my necessary runs in…even if they were slow, and hard, and made me feel like a failure when it came to running.
Monday…was…in a word…interesting. No…seriously. Here’s why. The flight in from Atlanta ended up arriving later in Louisville due to waiting on a couple of passengers whose flight was running late. So, our ride picked us up later than anticipated and we got home later than planned. I still needed to get a few necessary items for lunch and snacks at the office from the grocery store. My roomie went to bed and I went shopping. By the time I got home, it was after midnight. And all the travel on Sunday and the long run in Denver hadn’t worn me out enough because I was wide awake. Being that it was now officially Monday, I slipped into my shorts, a tank top, and laced up my shoes. With all my reflective gear on, this weary traveler went out and did her 6 easy miles for marathon training. Instead of waking up at 4 a.m. to do so, I just got it done a little past midnight. What a difference the (albeit humid) river valley made. I felt like a rockstar out there running. My breathing was easy. My strength felt like it was there. And I churned out a great run in the end. I headed back upstairs and took a shower. This put me climbing into bed around 2 a.m. I got up to get ready for work around 4 a.m. to bake cookies for my first friend I made in the running community as he was moving to Dayton, Ohio for a girl…and a new job. I also had to get breakfast ready and finish putting together lunch and snack items. So, running on fumes all day, I, naturally, have to do my Daily Double as is tradition on Monday nights. My fun run group was meeting and it was Keith’s last night. And I made amazing gluten-free chocolate chip cookies in his honor. I also chose this run to be my first time running in my new Newton’s I bought while in Boulder, Colorado. I LOVE THESE SHOES! They do take some getting used to and my calf muscles were feeling them for the next few days. Apparently, I shouldn’t be rocking out 3 miles yet in these shoes. Instructions I later read in the box said to start with a mile until they feel comfortable and then gradually add on. Whoops. Needless to say, I felt, for the first time in a long time, that I rocked the fun run. And I was taking it easy due to fatigue and everything. But another 3.3 miles felt amazing that day. After enjoying a cookie and wishing Keith well with his future endeavors…I went home to shower (again) and get some rest.
Tuesday morning didn’t mean sleeping in. Nope. It was cross-training day. And I hit up the gym as always…except as I am now a month away from my marathon, I ease up on the cross-training intensity because I don’t want to get injured pushing it at the gym. How embarrassing. So, while I finally took my first day off from running in a week, I wasn’t taking a day off yet. Since it was Tuesday, this meant it was the day of the Arc Trainer. I love this machine and hate it at the same time. For some reason, the gym was stupid hot that day, so Cathy turned on the fan behind the machines and it was a great boost with some cool air. I did 2.3 miles on the Arc Trainer on Program 7 – Strength – at Level 5 in 45 minutes. Not bad considering how difficult the resistance gets at that level setting. Yikes. Then, it was over to the rowing machine for 10 minutes. I managed 1.17 miles rowing, which isn’t bad given how tired I was. Then it was downstairs for some strength training before heading into the office for work. After work I would normally do my circuit training, but my body was telling me that wouldn’t be a good idea. And I listened and gave this exhausted body a break that night. Actually, I made a deal that I would not circuit train at all this week and get back to it this coming week. So, game on. The plan was to go to bed early…but that didn’t happen.
Wednesday morning, as always, brings about the speed work/pacing portion of my weekly training schedule. This week I was to do a 5 mile tempo run. Doesn’t seem too bad, right? Nope. Except with how humid and hot it was in the morning, my legs felt like they had no energy at all. I knew by body was tired, my legs were really pushing it, and while I ran faster than I thought, I didn’t quite nail that tempo pace. I wasn’t all over the place, but I wouldn’t call the paces for each mile close enough in speed to be at tempo pace. Ah well…you win some, you lose some. Given the circumstances, I was happy with what I managed. I, once again, intended to go to bed early…and once again…that didn’t happen. Hey! The Master Chef finale was on and I wasn’t going to miss that!! Priorities. Anything with Gordon Ramsay is a priority!
Thursday morning came with another early rising. I had another 6 easy miles to put in and I got up and out the door in good time. Once again I was greeted with stifling heat and humidity. It was just nasty out there. My legs, once again, felt heavy and just completely wiped of any energy. I started off slow and just tried to maintain that, fueling (because I really needed it) halfway through. I hydrated every mile, alternating water and my electrolyte drink. When all was said and done and I pushed through to my full six miles, I discovered I actually ran it faster than I did on Monday. And I hit negative splits. Sometimes the body just surprises you. I felt on top of the world after that run. After that…it was the second day of gym time. Thursdays always means the ellpitical, so I set it for Level 7 as always and just did my best to get through the 49 minutes (I do a 4 minute cool down) I do every week on that machine. I managed 9.06 miles on Level 7 this week…which isn’t my best by any means, but I’m taking it easier and keeping things at a decent intensity to stay healthy and on my feet. After that, it was over to the Cardio Wave machine, where I did an impressive 4.04 miles in 10 minutes. I guess my legs liked the change of movement, not going forward and back for once. After that…downstairs for strength and then into work. Once more, I intended to get to bed early…but, of course, it didn’t happen.
Friday is the rest day that I am to keep holy. And…I did. Sorta. Kinda. Not really. I KNOW!! BAD!! BAD ME!! Normally I take a walk in the morning, just to take the edge off of not being able to run. But this morning, I wanted to break in my Newton’s a little more. So, I justified that by taking an easy jog in them. I did 2 miles at a comfortable pace, then slowed it down for one more mile. It felt good and I wanted to be out there longer. Maybe it was the gorgeous 66° weather that morning. Maybe it was the way I was easily finding my stride. Either way…it was the perfect morning, but I stayed to the 3 miles I intended and then went upstairs to get ready for a busy day at the office. I knew I was getting up early for my long run on Sunday, so I thought to go to bed early…but I got wrapped up in watching Dr. Who…and once again, that didn’t happen.
Saturday is the morning of my long run. This week, it was supposed to be 13 miles. But…no one in my running group was really doing that mileage. But, there was a group doing 20 miles…so I joined three fabulous ladies at North End Café on Frankfort Avenue at 6 a.m. to rock out my second 20 miler. It was 51° this morning and I was loving the brisk, cool air. It just made the run feel so much easier. I kept it slower than I normally would, which is what I should be doing on these long runs anyway. And I had some great conversations and enjoyed getting to know Nikki, Lindsay, and Abbey in the process. We ran a route I had never done before, starting and ending in the same place and having one of the most incredible 20 mile runs. We ran the last 4 miles of it with better speed, getting faster with each one. None of us felt like we were about to die at any point during this run. It was fantastic. I enjoyed the company, the distance, and the way I felt while running and after running. It was just the 20 miler I needed. After walking it off a little afterwards, I headed out to grab some breakfast at Annie May’s Sweet Café, order my birthday cake, get groceries for the week, and treat myself to some ice cream before heading home and collapsing for a little bit. It’s been a busy week…but my adventure continues tomorrow with another early start.
No rest for the trainee…
Maybe a nap tomorrow. But…unlikely. I am not good at napping.
Anyway…my return to the Ohio River Valley made me feel confident again in my fitness level, my running, and all the miles I’ve been logging for training. This coming week I have some challenging runs ahead of me, but I’m feeling good about what I’m doing and accomplishing. Some days are easier than others, and not having adequate rest this past week has definitely drained me in some ways. But I feel so good after coming back to this area. I just got a boost from getting out of the high altitude. So…it all just seems to be falling back into place.
And that’s good. Because after next week…I start to taper. And that might not be pretty…
I love pizza. I really do. Give me a good gluten-free pizza and I just might become your best friend ever. Not only has gluten-free pizza become my food of choice before a long run or a race (it unleashes my endurance, I guess!), but I have always, always loved pizza. Nutrition be damned…nothing is better than a flaky crust with gooey cheese and some great vegetable toppings. Right? RIGHT!
So, a couple of weeks ago before I headed out on vacation, my local grocery store was having a closeout on Glutino’s Gluten-Free Spinach & Feta Pizza. Now, my roomie and I had been dying to try these for awhile, but just couldn’t justify the price. But, with the closeout going on, the pizzas were only $1.99 each. So, yeah…we grabbed two. We would have grabbed more…except we didn’t know if we would like them or not…and we were getting ready to head out of town and we didn’t want to stuff our freezer, which we have been working hard on whittling down the products inside, full once again.
But we should have known better. After all…this is a Glutino product and they have never done us wrong. We haven’t met a Glutino product that we haven’t liked or loved. Stuffing our freezer full of these pizzas would have been the best thing to ever happen to our kitchen. For real!
Let me tell you why…
Glutino Spinach & Feta Gluten-Free Pizza (frozen)
The spinach to cheese ratio is amazing. More spinach…less cheese! I love that. As much as my roomie loves cheese, even she was thrilled by the amount of spinach on this pizza. Honestly…healthy greens that provide key nutrients. Yes. All about that. The crust. OH. MY. GOD. Yes…this is one of those thin crust gluten-free pizzas that turn up everywhere. Yes…sometimes I do miss having that amazing chewy crust. But…the crust on this Glutino pizza was flaky and crisp and still soft so it was everything I wanted in a pizza crust. The flavor was so delicious. Nothing that tasted off or gritty or anything. It really was a wonderfully golden flaky crust that crumbled against my tongue when I bit into it. Savory goodness right there. It’s rich and buttery and…I’m suddenly craving it again. GAH! The cheese doesn’t just stop with crumbles of feta. Nope. Add to it shredded mozzarella and ricotta cheese and you end up with a blend of amazing flavors that don’t overtake the crust or the spinach that is also part of the mix. It was SO good. My roommate usually takes forever to eat her food and she was done eating this pizza before I was. And she’s not even a Celiac. All she could do was rave about it. And for the same reasons I am. It is, honest to goodness, a whole lot of…well…goodness!! And it only took a short 15 minutes in the oven to bake before it was ready for prime time…or at least our bellies.
Let’s talk ingredients and nutrition…because it needs to be done! Starting with what makes up this pizza. The box lists off all the ingredients, which include: pizza crust (composed of water, brown rice flour, rice starch, potato starch, olive oil, sugar, tapioca starch, potato flour, yeast, cellulose, salt, spices, and garlic powder), spinach and cheese sauce (composed of water, spinach, milk, cream, feta cheese, ricotta cheese, mozzarella cheese, Monterrey jack cheese). It’s very straight forward and very, very delicious when all put together and baked up. Trust me…when I pulled it from the box and removed the paper, I wasn’t too sure it was going to be any good…but it’s amazing what a warm oven does to a product.
Nutritionally speaking, as far as personal pizzas go…this is a good one. The entire pizza only costs you 370 calories and 17 grams of fat. That isn’t bad for a frozen pizza…or a gluten-free pizza for that matter…frozen or not. You will also be consuming 530 mg sodium and less than 1 gram of sugar. Nice. Not bad for something packaged and frozen, for real. This pizza does have 30 mg of cholesterol, but it has no trans fat in it at all. You also get served 2 grams of fiber and 9 grams of protein. Awesome!
I am so in love with this pizza. I normally am not a huge fan of frozen pizzas…but this one hits flavor, taste, texture, and everything right on the money. The regular price seems pretty steep, but buying it on sale and enjoying it this much makes me want to purchase it again, price tag be damned. In fact, I’m trying to talk myself out of rushing to the grocery store to pick up another one for dinner tonight. Must…behave…even if I don’t want to!
Must…resist…grabbing car keys…
Trust me…this pizza really is that fantastic. I was grocery shopping earlier and really, really had to resist buying a cart full of these. It wasn’t easy. I walked away without any more but the temptation still lingers. Which means…this is one hell of a frozen pizza. Try it out. Even those of you who don’t need to eat gluten-free…you might find you love this even more than those who do have to eat this way. It is frickin’ amazing!
Product: Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters – $4.99+
Gluten-free granola is becoming a staple in my apartment. Why? Because it is so versatile…and personally, I love the texture and flavor that it adds to my morning breakfast parfaits. Honestly. The most important part, for me, however, is to find one that is more nutritious than it is indulgent. Indulgent is all fine and good, but I’m trying to cut down on sugars in a lot of goods…and my breakfast shouldn’t be just a wash of sugar. I’ll burn through that in no time and then need to snack more. So, I’m very particular about the granola that finds its way into my pantry.
That being said, I have always…always trusted Love Grown Foods when it comes to their Oat Clusters. I find that they use real ingredients and cut back on things like sodium and sugar and still manage to put out one of the most fantastic products on the market.
I’ve reviewed quite a few of their products before…but somehow had never blogged on their Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters. What’s up with that? I mean…HELLO…chocolate for breakfast?! Yes please. Even better when you don’t feel bad about what you are eating. And when it comes to the products that Love Grown Foods puts out on the market…I never feel guilty.
And when I am able to pronounce every ingredient on the package…well…it’s a safe bet that I’ll feel comfortable putting it in my body. At Love Grown Foods, founders Alex and Maddy create delicious foods that are full of nutritional benefits that everyone can enjoy. Everyone. Even someone like me…who is gluten-free. In fact, they believe that kids (and adults) should have access to a healthy, wholesome breakfast…and that belief is what helped them create Love Grown Foods…a company with a passion to make true change when it comes to making changes in the food world and, in the bigger picture, improving kids’ nutrition.
As I am running the Chicago Marathon for Action For Healthy Kids, a non-profit charity organization that emphasizes nutrition and exercise to children, you can see how passionate I am about this cause. Love Grown Foods hits on the exact thing I am running for next month. It’s a worthy and important cause. Children are our future and so many of them go without good nutritious food, nor are they learning about proper nutrition. Processed and unhealthy foods (fast food, etc) is cheaper and more affordable…and that’s what these kids are growing up on. That…and game systems, computers, and anything that makes them live a more sedentary lifestyle. It needs to change. And thanks to the options provided by Love Grown Foods…it’s happening.
With that being said…let’s talk about chocolate for breakfast! Mmmm. Doesn’t sound very nutritious does it? Sort of sounds like the complete antithesis of what I just rambled on about. But, guess again. We’re talking about Love Grown Foods here…and they actually get their Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters a healthy dose of important nutrients. And with the subtle, sweet flavor of real dark chocolate…kids will be eating healthy and thinking they are totally getting dessert for breakfast.
I thought that too when I opened up my bag of Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters. For real. Sweet, indulgent chocolatey goodness was inside. I had to try some on its own for the sake of the blog. But after a couple of pinches, I knew it was time to build my breakfast parfait. And I was making a new one. With PB2, vanilla Greek yogurt, a drizzle of honey, fresh slices of banana, and now…Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters. With the initial tasting…I knew this would be one epic breakfast parfait. And it didn’t disappoint.
Here’s the fantastic thing about this granola, aside from being made from real ingredients, Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness is a sweet indulgence that you don’t feel bad about eating. Not one bit. Yes…it is chocolate. But who doesn’t like chocolate for breakfast? I live for chocolate for breakfast. And this is a much better and healthier way of doing it than say…chocolate chip pancakes or a high sugar chocolate cereal. These oat clusters are little chunks of gluten-free oats that have been sweetened with agave and honey instead of refined sugars or (even worse) artificial sweeteners. To hit the sweetness right on the money, 63% dark chocolate chips are added to the mix. So, with no junk this is really a guilt-free chocolate indulgence that you can feel good about eating. So…it’s sweet, but it comes by it honestly and naturally. And it isn’t “give-me-a-cavity-with-each-bite” sweet either. It’s subtle…savory…and decadent without being too much. And that’s a very fine line when it comes to chocolate. Trust me…I’m a chocoholic. I could eat this straight from the bag (and have!) and not need it with anything else. Seriously…it is that super good. Mixed in with the contents I chose for the parfait and it was a nice, rich, and deliciously filling breakfast treat.
Ingredients are simple and understated. Nothing is processed and everything is real and something you would recognize if you were walking down the aisles of your grocery store. Certified gluten-free oats, honey, organic agave syrup, expeller pressed canola oil, coconut, 63% chocolate, sunflower seeds, pure vanilla, milled flaxseed, 100% pure cocoa powder and sea salt. Ten simple and recognizable ingredients and you get BIG flavor and epic deliciousness without feeling bad about taking a little more than intended.
Now…down to the nutritional nitty-gritty! A serving of Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters is 1/4 cup. In this small, but filling serving, you will receive 130 calories and 4.5 grams of fat. In addition, you will be served up a scant 35 mg sodium and 8 grams of sugar. These chocolatey oat clusters also provide you with 2 grams of fiber and 3 grams of protein. Not bad at all!!
We all like a sweet indulgence every now and again. With Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters you can indulge all you want and never, ever feel guilty. Love Grown Foods serves up nutritious and delicious products with a whole lot of love.
And that’s why I keep buying the brand. I believe in what they are selling and the mission they have set out for their company and products. I’m a believer. And I’m totally hooked.
“Chunky Monkey” Breakfast Parfait made with Greek Yogurt, PB2, banana, and Love Grown Foods Cocoa Goodness Oat Clusters
Me leaving the start of the Disneyland Half Marathon – Anaheim, California
Race: Disneyland Half Marathon
Place: Disneyland, Anaheim, California
Date: September 1, 2013
Time: 1:42:39
If you recall…back in February, I participated in the Disney Princess Half Marathon, which is held at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida. That being said, I also know that Disney does this fantastic thing where if you run a half marathon at one of their parks and then, within the same calendar year, run another half marathon in the other park, you get a reward for going “Coast To Coast.” In this case…an additional piece of bling.
A dear friend of mine who also ran the Disney Princess Half Marathon was running the Disneyland Half Marathon as well. In fact…we both signed up within minutes of each other. And the planning stages were on for a reunion. But this time…with all four of “THE GIRLS!” It was going to be a trip to remember. Aside from being the first visit to Disneyland for Cathy and I, it would mark the first time the four of us had gotten together since…2011. Needless to say…I was nervous…and excited all at once.
Here’s the deal though…I’m in full-fledged marathon training mode currently. And with that being said, it meant that I had to mess around with the training schedule a little bit to fit into the travel plans. For one thing…rest days were moved…and, keeping in mind where I was going after the California portion of the trip was over (Cathy and I went to Colorado for the last part of the trip), I also wanted a more convenient spot than a city to do my long run. So…the schedule was shifted around a bit and made to fit. It wasn’t perfect…but it was doable.
On Friday, August 30, I was up at 3 a.m. to get in a 7 mile training run, which normally I would have done on…say…Sunday or something. Friday is a usual rest day, but the rest day was coming on Saturday instead. I guess. Because I knew that there would be lots of sightseeing at Disneyland…so a lot of walking…not so much resting. But…at least no running. So, up super early, out the door getting work done. I showered…finished packing (and took a risk by packing my running shoes in my luggage instead of taking them carry-on like I did for Florida…I kept my running outfit in my carry-on, but the shoes went into the suitcase because I figured I could replace the shoes at the expo…but not my costume)…ate breakfast…and headed into work a little early to get that kind of work done. Haha! A co-worker drove us to the airport and dropped us off, negating the need to park our car in the extended stay lot and pay an ungodly amount of money for the pleasure. We arranged with a different co-worker to pick us up late Sunday night when our flight came in. We had it handled. That being said, we checked our bags (LOVE flying Southwest) and headed to our gate. We actually had some time before our plane was due to depart, so we settled in to read…snack on some dark chocolate covered acai berries…and wait.
Before we knew it, the plane was boarding. I was at the tail-end of the A group so when I got on the plane, I found the closest two seats with a window to the front of the plane that I could find. We were making a hop over to Chicago, but not getting off the plane. When the passengers disembarking in Chicago moved off the plane though, Cathy and I moved forward. Then…the never-ending 4 hour flight into Sacramento happened. It was such a long time to be sitting…and my body was not happy with it. I did a lot of reading (at the time, polishing off Restaurant Man by Joe Bastianich) and a lot of whining about being uncomfortable. So landing in Sacramento was a relief. I could move and I could find something to eat. Which…for me ended up being this little salad of spinach, tomato, and feta cheese. It was…eh…as it came from one of those stands inside the shops and not a restaurant. It was something though, and that’s what mattered. I made a comment about what was for dessert but I think Cathy thought I was kidding and just laughed it off. Hmm…you’d think she’d know better. Anyway, we were soon on our last flight from Sacramento into Burbank and soon we were meeting up with Jenn (also known as Indy) at the airport, piling luggage into the car, and heading to her house to drop it off. Once that happened, we were back in the car heading out to the train station to pick up Tanya (also known as Tawn), who was coming in from Fresno for the weekend. SO thrilled. The four of us were back together again.
And, despite having been awake at this point for over 24 hours, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. We gathered at Indy’s house, watched The Mighty Boosh, ate a gluten-free chocolate chip cookie (Evan and Indy went out to Whole Foods for gluten-free snacks…because they are that awesome!), and eventually decided that we’d have to be up by 5:30 a.m. in order for all of us to cycle through the shower before heading to Disneyland. And Disneyland was important. So we said goodnight and all went to sleep.
Pirate Mickey Ears on…LET’S DO THIS!
My alarm went off super-early the next morning and I staggered off the air mattress and into the kitchen. Tawn was going to hit up the shower first…and Indy was up and asked if I wanted coffee. OF COURSE!! She made some of the best coffee ever, for the record. I caffeinated myself while Tawn showered…and eventually Cathy staggered out and headed right for the fridge for a Diet Mt. Dew. That’s her caffeine of choice. Soon, I was showering, and we were figuring out breakfast afterwards. We finally just had bananas, I think. It worked. It was something in the stomach to start. And then…we were “Tetris-ing the shit out of the trunk” trying to fit all our luggage in for the journey and two night stay (hey, in our defense, Cathy and I had to pack for 9 days, plus one fancy dinner!). Indy is a rockstar and managed to make it work. And then…the drive to Disneyland!
My first Disneyland experience started in…the parking structure. But soon we were taking the escalator down to the shuttle that would take us to the park entrance. We were starting with California Adventure. Indy and Cathy went to go stand in line for Fast Passes for the Radiator Springs Racers (which I’m glad they did…because they ran out quickly) while Tawn and I went to go start off the Disneyland trip right with some Tower of Terror fun. We met up after that…went and did Soarin’ Over California…walked around Radiator Springs…rode Luigi’s Flying Tires and Mater’s Junkyard Jamboree…and then hit up Ariel’s Undersea Adventure. We paused at this point to eat lunch…where we all sort of did our own thing. I was pretty much limited to a salad with a gluten-free roll. But this salad was the size of Godzilla. Seriously. I ate what I could and called it quits. From there…Radiator Springs Racers…then Tawn and I went on California Screamin’…and then we took in a water show that was conducted by Goofy. At that point…we decided it was time to hit up the Fitness Expo. After all, I had a packet to pick up. We wound our way through the resort, heading down to the packet pick-up area, where I headed to the first booth, as my bib number was for Corral A. Lead corral once again! I flashed my ID and turned in my waiver and I was handed my bib and tagged with my Coast To Coast bracelet. Sweet. Then…over to the expo where I would get my swag bag and t-shirt. I really wish I had held up my t-shirt before leaving because this thing is a small…but it is a TENT!! Holy crap! Oh well. It still works and I will still wear it (sometimes…as it is orange and that’s not one of my best colors). Then…shopping!! I ended up buying two additional bottles to hook onto my fuel belt (per my sports nutritionist) for extra hydration and then I bought the Castle To Castle t-shirt from one of the vendors. There was so much more I wanted…but I was just starting vacation and didn’t want to spend all my money in one place. The ONE item that I wanted most though was the official Disneyland Half Marathon pin (I collect pins), but they were sold out and you can’t order them online. I was seriously bummed out and sad for the rest of the day. After listening to Sean Astin talk and finishing up some more shopping, we all departed the expo to head back to the hotel to unwind a bit before dinner. We crashed…munching on some gluten-free crackers with hummus and just…laying about. We all were wiped. A lot of it being from how hot it was outside…and little sleep. For me…VERY little sleep.
After some downtime, we were back at it, heading out to Disneyland. Indy had to head back to the expo to meet up with an old friend of hers, leaving us with Tawn as our guide. We hit some highlights, like the room where Walt Disney stayed when he was in the park…the statue of Walt Disney with Mickey Mouse…Sleeping Beauty’s Castle…and finally the carousel, where Indy found us and was able to join us for the ride. I was having the time of my life. We had been discussing an early return to the hotel so we could get some rest before the race on Sunday morning…but Indy saw the Fast Passes for World of Color and we (meaning she and I) decided we had to do that. And that started at 9 p.m. So, the original plans were scrapped and we were locked in with fast passes for the show. We hit up Buzz Lightyear’s Astro Blasters (I sucked!) before heading over to Redd Rocket’s Pizza Port for dinner. Why there? Gluten-free pizza of course. It is my night-before-the-race required meal. It had to happen. Cathy got a slice of regular pizza and some breadsticks. Tawn and Indy each got pasta and split some breadsticks. I waited for about 10 minutes to place my order with the chef…then had to wait another 10 minutes for it to be made. And it took an additional 5 minutes to actually get it. So, by the time I joined my friends at the table, only Tawn was still eating. The other two had finished. The pizza was very much like the one I got on the fly at Disney World…so…not horrible…not fantastic. Just…gluten-free pizza. And that was enough. We then booked it over to World of Color and watched the colorful water show before calling it a night. That took a little while too because I was trying to lay out everything I would need in the morning…costume…hair accessories…shoes…race bib…fuel belt…fuel…etc. Finally climbed into bed to snag a few restless hours of sleep.
The alarm sounded loud and clear way, way, way too early. It was 3 a.m. and I was now getting on my outfit to be Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Why Belle? Because my niece, Kaytlynn, loves Belle. She is her favorite Disney princess…and I promised her I would run as her. I am an auntie of my word. So into the gold sports bra and sparkle skirt I got…did my hair up with little red rose accessories and red hair extensions. Slipped into my black compression sleeves and got my fuel belt loaded with Sports Beans, GU, and one bottle of water and one of NUUN (for electrolytes). Indy was in the process of getting dolled up as Lilo from Lilo and Stitch and we both opted to step outside to see what the weather was like. The first words out of my mouth where, “It’s gross out here! UGH!” It was gross out there. High humidity and temperatures already in the 70s. BLECH! Cathy quickly made up some signs as Tawn got dressed up as a makeshift Snow White. And…we of course had breakfast. I had brought some of my gluten-free cereal with me from Louisville…so I ate that while I got ready, snagging a banana for 30 minutes before the race. When we were fed, dressed, and prepped…we headed out the door of the hotel for the long trek to the staging area for the race. We wandered through the empty park, making our way to where we needed to be. We even passed the finish line. The race jitters were starting to hit.
Me as Belle and Indy as Lilo at the staging area before the Disneyland Half Marathon
We took some pictures at the staging area…then were bombarded by MarathonPhoto people wanting our pictures. I swear we were asked at least 20 times for pictures. And not just of Indy and I…but also of Cathy and Tawn. How epic!! Now they are part of the race memories. But, really, Indy and I were trying to shake off fatigue, stretch, and mentally prepare for the race. I did some walking lunges, some butt kickers and a lot of active stretching to get the muscles loose while I could. I ducked over to the port-o-potties to use the bathroom one more time. Washed my hands. Ate my banana…and had to go get into my corral. I was in Corral A…Indy was in Corral F. So we told each other to have a good race and went our separate ways.
Not as much was happening at the start line as there was at the Disney Princess Half Marathon. The Disneyland Half Marathon, however, is not focused mostly on women, so the corral definitely had more testosterone in it this time. Cathy came over to tell me that she and Tawn found a great spot about 20 feet from the start on the left side, so I moved to the left so they could see me when I left the gate. A marriage proposal happened on stage at one point. They brought up some guests to the stage including The Biggest Loser’s Allison Sweeney (LOVE HER!), Sean Astin, and NSYNC’s Joey Fatone. Now, Tawn had been dying to meet Joey so when he was on stage, I was totally thinking about her. Then the small amount of downtime occured and this is where I found myself literally dozing. I was falling asleep on my feet. I think, combined, I might have gotten 5 hours of sleep in 2 nights. Fatigue had moved to complete exhaustion. Not good when the race hasn’t even started yet. I tried to shake it off…but just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open. The National Anthem played…and then they sent off the wheelchair racers. My corral was next…so we all moved up. And when the horn sounded, I started my Garmin as I crossed the start line, saw Cathy and Tawn, giving each of them a wave, and hit the roads of Anaheim.
For the first mile I was with a guy dressed up as Woody from Toy Story. He was even carrying a Woody doll with him. People kept saying, “Hey! It’s Buzz!” And he would, in a perfect Tom Hanks voice, reply, “I’m not Buzz! I’m Woody!” It was awesome. But he soon dropped behind and I was now entering California Adventure. It is still dark at this point, and as we run by the Paradise Bay, where World of Color was done, the lights and fountains are on, greeting runners as they go by. The music was even playing. It was very uplifting, actually. Just what I needed. From there, it was out of California Adventure and into Disneyland. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was lit up and the runners made their way up the street and through the castle. This all happened within the first three and a half miles…so, after that, it was back out onto the roads for the rest of the journey for the most part. It was “blink and you miss it” through the parks, really. But I always get such a rush when I run through the castles at Disney. I was starting to wake up now.
Miles 4-8 were all done on the road. So, not much to look at…until you hit Mile 7. Here you get treated to the most amazing car show. People brought out all their beautiful vintage cars and are displaying them for the runners, taking away the monotony that the highway roads would normally offer. Some honked their horns, all of them were cheering and clapping. I loved that part of the race. If I wasn’t already feeling uplifted, that helped.
Mile 8 led me past The Honda Center, which is where the Anaheim Ducks play hockey. Very cool little stretch of the run there. This lead into the unpaved mile of the run, along the Santa Ana River Trail. Loose gravel. Wasn’t expecting that in Anaheim. But, there it was. In fact, one of the wheelchair racers was struggling with her racing chair in the grooves of the gravel. She managed to regain momentum afterwards though, because she passed quite a few of us up on our way to Angel’s Stadium.
Yep…Angel’s Stadium. Home to the Los Angeles Angels baseball team. I was looking forward to this part of the run. I am not much into sports, but I grew up on baseball. I played softball. I went to baseball games. I love the sport. So, the opportunity to run through the stadium…across home plate even…was thrilling. And the stands were packed with people…and the roar of the cheers was incredible. They even had an announcer there listing off names as you passed over the sensor. I couldn’t stop smiling. This was epic! Just ahead of me, I noticed the wheelchair racer had taken a tumble out of her chair on the corner leading out of the park. She had some volunteers helping her out. She was a little scraped up…but seemed fine and eager to get back into her chair and on the move. Trust me…it didn’t slow her down any.
Three more miles to go after I left the stadium. I kept telling myself…just a 5K left. I knew I wasn’t going to PR…and I hadn’t set out to do that on this race. I made a promise to my sports nutritionist to treat this as a training run, and that was how I ran it. It was horribly humid and hot out…but I was still having a great time. I still felt good. I felt as though I could run more…which is always a good sign. So, I ticked off Mile 11, giggling at the sign that said “$175 for a half marathon…Smile only $37.40 to go!” So clever. So awesome. At around Mile 12, I got passed by a guy running and juggling. RUNNING AND JUGGLING!! AND PASSING PEOPLE! He had to be super human or something. Geeze. I knew I was getting close though. I didn’t once glance at my watch…I just ran…and as the finish line came into view, I couldn’t keep from smiling. My name was called as I slapped hands with Mickey Mouse and crossed over the finish line. Yes…I had to high-five Mickey. I had to!! I was all smiles. And I saw Tawn and Cathy flagging me from the crowd. And the smile got even bigger.
They were going to meet me in the staging area, so I made my way over to receive my Finisher’s medal…then some water…and then to get my Coast To Coast medal as well. From there, I made my way over to where they were handing out goody boxes full of mostly gluten-free options. And soon, I was heading out of the recovery area. And there they were…right at the gate…Tawn and Cathy. Both gave me hugs, not minding that I was slick with sweat. My official time beeped over my phone and Cathy told me. We high fived and I went to get a bag of ice and settle in to eat my banana. Hydrating and keeping to the shade, we decided that we had some time before Indy came in, so we made our way back to the hotel, where I showered, changed, and got ready to head back out to the park to cheer for Indy as she crossed.
It was hot…especially with the sun up now…but we were eagerly anticipating her arrival at the finish line. I had a vague notion of when she would be in thanks to the live updates I was receiving to my cell phone. Two minutes after the last update said she’d make it to the finish…there she was. Apparently she was a mess at the finish line…crying…hurting…and just happy to have it done. Poor thing. We went to go meet her at the designated area (Lilo 14), but I decided to go to the gate she’d have to come out of while Tawn and Cathy waited where we arranged before the start of the race. She finally made it out. I got a sweaty hug. She looked completely out of it. I got to meet her dad. We got the other girls over to where she was and we moved toward a shady spot where she could sit down. She needed to rest.
She slipped into her Disneyland Half Marathon shirt, rearranged her medals, and just let everything roll off. She looked completely spent. Her dad asked if she was ready to do it again and she shook her head and said “NO.” Yeah…I think this one wiped her. But she bounces. She does.
We started back to the hotel, but she said we should just go and enjoy the park. She needed to rest. So, we walked as far as we could with her, and she left to go recover, sleep, and do what she needed to do. The three of us hit up the parks hard…up until we needed to head back to shower and get ready for the most amazing dining experience ever. Seriously.
Anyway, Disney…as always…put on a spectacular race. My official results are that I ran the course in 1:42:39, making this my second fastest half marathon to date. WOOT! I was 288/15,868 finishers overall. I was the 59/10,017 female to cross the finish line. And I was 9/1923 in my division. You cannot believe how thrilled I am with these results. The best part was…I wasn’t even trying. I was just running. And, after hitting that finish line…I still felt good. I still felt like I could keep moving. That’s a good sign that my training and my fueling efforts have been paying off. Disney magic was back again on this one.
It’s hard not to find your happy pace and place at the Disney runs. They are super expensive when you factor in the cost of the race itself, travel, lodging, food, souvenirs, passes for the park, etc…but I keep wanting to go back. And it keeps drawing me back for more. I need to come back to Disneyland again…and soon. Because I already miss it.
Celebrating a strong finish, another half marathon under my (fuel) belt, and going Coast To Coast!
This week has brought about a lot of excitement, very little rest, some really great times, and then…a mild, mild case of elevation sickness. But, I guess that’s what happens when you travel from a river valley to one of the Happiest Places on Earth (Disneyland), to the gorgeous mountains of Colorado. Yes…this week has definitely served me up a wave of emotions and feelings. But…every single moment has been worth it. The challenges that have come with each different experience has only served to show how strong I truly am…or how much I really need to focus on certain things that might affect my training.
In the end, what came out of it all was an amazing and very tiring week of emotional highs and lows. But I feel that it was just what I needed to show me what needs to really be worked on and what I’m doing right. Knowing this with a month to go before my marathon gives me much a much better perspective and enough time to make any changes that will be necessary in the end.
So…let’s take a look at this insanely trying and exciting week…
Sunday was an emotional high! I mean, I was running in the Disneyland Half Marathon! How could I not be a happy girl while running in one of the Happiest Places on Earth. It’s Disneyland! And by completing the Disneyland Half Marathon, not only was I walking away with a finisher’s medal for the half marathon itself, but because I also ran Disney World in February (Disney Princess Half Marathon), I would also be receiving a medal for the Coast to Coast Challenge. Amazing. My friend Jenn (Indy) was also running for the same thing. And yes…we were both dressing up. I promised my niece, Kaytlynn, that I would run as Belle…so I managed to pull that together with a gold Sparkle Skirt, a gold sports bra, and rose pony tail holders. Indy dressed up as Lilo from Lilo & Stitch, complete with grass skirt and a stuffed Stitched on her back. She was very adorable. As with all Disney races, this one also came with an extremely early wake-up call. Like…3:00 a.m. I set my alarm and tumbled into bed late. Why late? Because Indy, myself, Cathy, and our good friend Tawn all went to watch the World of Color water show Saturday night. Keep in mind, on Friday, I was up at 3 a.m. to get in my training run before work and my airplane trip to Los Angeles. Then, with all the excitement of all four of us girls being together again, I was up beyond 24 hours that day…finally settling in on an air mattress for a couple of hours. That morning was a 5 a.m. alarm to work through showers and get ready to head to Disneyland for a fun-filled and very active day. This involved not only rides and a ton of walking around, but also the race expo. I figured at that point…why not stay for World of Color. We were catching gluten-free pizza at Redd Rocket’s Pizza Port…or…I was. Cathy went for a slice of regular pizza and the other two girls got pasta. So…the late return to the hotel (which was a walk)…then getting everything laid out for the race meant that early morning alarm felt like it came way too soon. And I was restless anyway. What this lead to, however, was me falling asleep on my feet in the start corral. No joke. There I am in Corral A…the lead corral…and I’m dozing off. But, as soon as that starting gun went off…and I was leaving the start gate, I perked up. It was a hot and humid race…which you can read more about in my race report, but I pushed through without pushing too hard. I was not to PR…so I stuck to my guns and didn’t. I finished up my second fastest half marathon to date, which I’m proud of given the hot and humid circumstances. Jenn was not as happy at the finish line when she came in, but she survived and while Tawn, Cathy and I hit the park that afternoon, she went back to the hotel and rested up. Disneyland Half Marathon…complete success in 1:42:39. I’ll take that.
Monday morning I knew would be an interesting run. For one thing, I was still at the hotel in Disneyland, and unlike the resort I stayed at in Disney World, there were no running trails and there wasn’t even a fitness center. So, I got up again at 5:00 a.m. to get dressed and ready to do an easy training run. My plan called for 7 miles easy and I definitely took it easy. For one thing, it was still dark outside. I was in an unfamiliar city. And I wanted to make sure I was hyper aware of my surroundings. The hotel was near a bus stop, and there was someone sleeping on the bench. Some of the parking lots had people walking through them, sometimes almost lurking…so I was taking it slow and easy and not straying too far from the hotel. What this meant was a lot of running to the end of the sidewalk, slowing, turning, and running back. I would loop the parking lot at the hotel as well. So, this was a very, very deliberate training run. I didn’t care. I finished it up with enough time for me to shower and get packed up and help load the car up before heading back into Disneyland for gluten-free Mickey waffles for breakfast. The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent wandering around Disneyland and making the most of our time…save for the hour we had to take to drop off Tawn at the train station and say goodbye as she headed back to Fresno. Sadness. But…we took in Fantasmic that night and enjoyed a carby-good pasta dinner before we headed back to Indy’s house.
I changed up my training schedule at this point, using Tuesday as my rest day. This meant the rest of my running would be done in Colorado. With this being our final full day in California…and also Indy’s birthday, we were going to take in a few adventures of Indy’s choice. And what this involved was some great car rides out to Vasquez Rocks, where we climbed on the same rocks used in Star Trek episodes. Geek out!! We’re such nerds! From there, we headed to the beach, stopping at a roadside stand for a watermelon and some fresh strawberries. We hit up Will Rogers State Beach, which is where they filmed Baywatch, believe it or not. That afternoon was spent lounging on the beach, playing in the surf, and eating some delicious, ripe fruit. I did a small amount of running on the beach…just to say I did it. But as the sun was starting to go down, we packed up our stuff and headed back towards her house. We changed and went out for her birthday dinner, where I enjoyed a fantastic Edamame Salad that had fresh vegetables and avocado, fulfilling my requirement to eat something in California with avocado on/in it. I went out of my training plan for the special occasion and enjoyed a gluten-free beer. And…to make the LA experience complete…celebrity sighting at the table next to ours…Micky Dolenz of The Monkees. Amazing! It was a perfect California day.
Wednesday morning came too soon and Cathy and I packed up our suitcases, ate some melon and strawberries, then Indy took us the Burbank airport. We checked our bags, got through security, and spent over an hour just walking back and forth. We wanted to keep busy at the airport because we’d be sitting on the plane for over 2 hours. We did eventually board our plane and make the 2 hour flight to Denver, Colorado. We landed, grabbed some Caribou Coffee, then headed out to claim our luggage. Then…get our rental car. We ended up getting a Prius, which is AWESOME. We hit the road up to Boulder, Colorado for the first night. We were staying at the Twin Lakes Inn, which has housed elite runners that come into the area. Shalane Flanagan has stayed there. SO cool. We settled in, went to a local pizza place for gluten-free pizza, and then got a few items from the grocery store for the next morning. When we got back in, I changed into workout clothes and we headed out to the local fitness club that allowed guests from the Twin Lakes Inn to use their facility for free. I chose to just use Wednesday as my cross training day, so I rocked out 3.25 miles on the elliptical, using the aerobic setting which had me working my arms more in some sections, just my legs, and reversing directions in the midst of the strides. I did that for 45 minutes. Then managed 3.6 miles in 10 minutes on the stationary bike. And to polish off the cross-training for the night, I did 5 minutes, or about 0.45 miles on the stair climber. It was a successful workout, I felt, for being so physically exhausted from travel and from lack of sleep since leaving Indiana on Friday.
Thursday I swapped out an easy run in order to do my long run. What better way to introduce myself to Colorado than with my 12 mile run? And I was away from the city, so it meant I had beautiful scenery and a gorgeous morning to do that with. I figured that I would enjoy 12 miles outside of Boulder, Colorado than through Denver. It took me longer than it normally would, but running in higher elevation is difficult. For real. The air is thin…and it made running feel 10 times as difficult as it normally would have been. And this was also a hilly course I was running. I was determined to do it though. Call me stubborn. Maybe I just wanted the bragging rights…but I did 12.5 miles in the same amount of time I have done a half marathon…but I expected this to be a difficult run. I just wasn’t prepared for how difficult it would feel. I fueled and hydrated throughout the entire thing. I was proud of myself for getting the long run done under those circumstances and Cathy and I hit up our favorite breakfast spot in Boulder that morning…The Buff…where I got an omelet as big as my head, some carby-good breakfast potatoes, and gluten-free toast. Yes…I ate the entire thing. But it was the big and main meal of the day. After that, it was shopping in Boulder, then a drive down to Denver, Colorado. Got checked into the hotel and enjoyed a light gluten-free dinner at a dedicated gluten-free deli. Food choices haven’t been the best on this trip, but I feel I have at least been feeding my body and giving it the fuel it needs. I did feel very tired and sluggish the rest of the day though.
I woke up just after 5 a.m. on Friday morning to do some more easy running. I still felt a little off and rather tired…but I had a run to do before getting into the Prius and heading to Colorado Springs for the morning. There were gluten-free crepes waiting for me. This was one of the most difficult and hardest 7 miles I have run yet. It took much longer than I would have liked, but I had to stop every half mile to catch my breath and drink some water. I just didn’t feel right. I eventually just started pushing until I was stopping every mile to hydrate and catch my breath, but it was just zapping my energy and I felt like my endurance was just completely gone. I finished up the run, went back to the room and ate an orange and showered. The entire time I was in Colorado springs, I felt sluggish and tired. After a bit of research and lots of water drinking, I think I might have a mild case of altitude sickness brought on by the 12.5 mile run in Boulder. Ugh. After enjoying a great morning in Colorado Springs, Cathy and I returned to the hotel where we took time to drink more water and just relax. Just what I needed. I immediately started to feel better. I have a salad lined up for dinner and then some delicious fro yo for dessert before relaxing for the night at the hotel. Hoping I can get through my required 7.5 miles of speed work before heading up into the mountains on Saturday.
Saturday, due to the whole mix-up-the-training-schedule scheme to fit everything in on vacation meant…speed work. SPEED. WORK. Speed work at elevation sucks just about as much as I figured it would. I once again got up early…around 5:30 a.m. knowing that I had 7.5 miles to work in before hitting the road to meet up with Sharon and head up to the top of the world. My training plan called for 1.5 mile warm-up, followed by 6 x 800 meters with 5 x 400 meter recovery, then a 1.5 mile cool down. I also knew that these would not be as fast as most speed work I do would be because I was still feeling the effects of my slight elevation sickness. I managed to get through it in under an hour though, so I was proud of that. A few hotel employees did compliment me on my running and a random woman said that I was up early to work out and when I said I was in training she said, “For a marathon?” I told her that I was…in fact…Chicago. She wished me good luck and it made me feel really, really good. Which is what I needed after this very trying and very difficult week of training at high altitude. Kudos to the athletes who train like this on purpose.
Tomorrow is the final day of my vacation and much of it will be spent in airports as I make my way back to Louisville from the beautiful state of Colorado. I have to say, training at altitude can be very disheartening. I have felt like I lost a lot of endurance each time I have run in Colorado. Maybe I have. I’ve been attempting, for the most part, to keep up with my clean eating and my restriction on alcohol. I made exceptions for the special celebratory dinner at Disneyland after the half marathon and at the pub for Indy’s birthday…but those were special occasions and worth the straying from my plan. But it’s back on track this coming week. Some of me dreads the training runs upon returning to Louisville…but it’s mostly because I feel like I’m off…that I’ve lost some fitness, despite not really straying from the schedule. The runs in Boulder and Denver have just messed with my thinking and I just need to remember that running at altitude is way different than running in the Ohio River Valley. So, I will focus on breaking in my brand new Newton’s I bought in Boulder from the main factory store and seeing what they do for my running form. That is my mission this week. That…and returning to my long runs on Saturday with my group. I have missed them.
So…here is to returning to real life…as much as I would much rather stay on vacation forever. Hell, I’d stay in Colorado if I could. Maybe one day. Maybe…
Last Saturday, when I was supposed to be out running 18 miles at my long slow distance with my training group…I was instead at Iroquois Park, gearing up for a small 5K race that I run every year. It was important to me, and it did mean shifting the schedule around. Normally this would have meant I’d just meet up with someone on Sunday instead, but much of my group was volunteering at one of the water stops at the Louisville Ironman…so it meant my 18 mile run would be done solo…and I’d keep it on the Indiana side of the river instead of taking it over to Louisville.
No problem. I mapped it out so I had a route, and actually memorized it without a problem. That’s quite unusual for me. I’m such a scatterbrain at times. But this stuck. Maybe because the long runs are the foundation of my training plan and the runs I look forward to the most. I’ll be honest though…I wasn’t looking forward to this one. 18 miles would take me around 2 hours and change to complete…and that was if the elements were ideal. And on Sunday morning, it was a humid morning in the high 60s…and once that sun came up…it was hot.
I had jokingly suggested that my roommate, Cathy, ride her bike and shadow me on my 18 mile run. Since this run was done on a route that wouldn’t take me back near my apartment, nor really around to any water fountains (they aren’t readily available around here like they are in Louisville), I figured she could be my roving water stop. She actually seemed game for it, despite being worried about taking on the hills. I figured she had plenty of time all week to back out of it…but she never made any indication that she intended to do that. On Saturday night, I asked if she was really going to come along. She said she was…and seemed adamant about it.
So…for the first time ever, she got to see me through an entire run. And at the end…I was glad she was there to push me to finish strong.
This week would normally be a taper week…as I have a half marathon next Sunday…but my main focus is on the marathon. It just so happened that this week required a 13 mile run, so the training schedule fell right into place. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect alignment. But…no taper was happening. And I promised my sports nutritionist not to all-out race this half marathon and keep it at my training pace. So…I hope I can manage to keep myself from getting carried away. Guess time will tell.
That being said…let’s take a look at how this week shook out leading up to the Disneyland Half Marathon.
Cathy and I after our 18 mile adventure!
Sunday, while normally was the “Do What Feels Good” distance or rest day…it wasn’t happening this week. As I mentioned, my usual long run day on Saturday was replaced with a short 5K race. I rocked the race, but it meant the long run had to be pushed to Sunday. I was a bit unhappy with the dramatic drop in my mileage for the week because of the 5K…but…I’m not overly concerned now. I’m doing the work…and that’s the important factor here. Anyway, I got up early to get ready and slap on some sunscreen before the sun even came up. I ate my usual breakfast of cereal…no banana today because I didn’t have one and forgot to pick one up. No worries. I packed three GU packs in my skirt and started to fill up my water bottles with NUUN. My roommate was up and moving, making it even more likely that she was at least going to start this adventure with me. I was fairly certain she’d ditch it after the first couple of miles. I got her suited up in my reflective vest and she ate a quick breakfast and went to pump up the wheels of her bike. We were waiting on the sky to lighten up just enough to feel safe out on the roads. She put on her bike helmet and hauled her bike down. I went to get warmed up, as usual, with a slow mile through the apartment complex parking lots. And soon…after she added more air to her tires…we were hitting the road. At first, she had some trouble actually shadowing me…but she got the hang of it. And she did a fantastic job seeing me around New Albany, biking the entire time and either being just slightly ahead of me, or just behind. And, let me tell you, one of the best things in the world is hitting your final mile on a hot day where you just want to STOP…and hearing this slightly off-pitch voice start singing the Rocky Theme at you…followed by other inspirational songs. She even botched Queen lyrics, making me laugh. It was fantastic and when my watch hit 18 miles, we high fived and called it a day. I was so proud of her for making the entire 18 mile journey with me. She never complained once and she was always asking at stop lights if I needed the Sports Beans I had her take just in case…more NUUN…or more water. She now has a good idea of what I do on my long runs and I quite enjoyed having a roving water stop…and my own personal radio of inspiration at the very end. I got through that run because of her.
Monday…ah…Monday. My training schedule called for 7 miles…but with my upcoming week of craziness…I bumped it up to 8 miles. This also meant that I needed to get up a wee bit earlier to get the run done. So, at 3:30 a.m., I’m up and getting dressed, eating a light bite and downing 16 ounces of water. I had hoped to hit the ground running early, but I spent about 15 minutes searching for my reflective vest that I had let my roommate wear the day before. I couldn’t find it anywhere. So, finally, I grabbed my winter reflective vest and headed out to run. The winter reflective vest was super, super hot and the morning was warm (74 degrees) and humid. And it was just after 4 a.m. I started out, and immediately found that the vest was just too much. But, I needed to be seen, so I kept it on. My roommate later showed me she hung it up on my drying rack…on the back part that I couldn’t see. At least I know it’s there for tomorrow. Anyway…it was a miserable and slower 8 miles this morning. My legs were feeling the 18 mile hot run on Sunday…and the dehydration I think the vest was causing me. I hydrated (with Gatorade and water) every mile…but it was a struggle to get through this one. I managed. Needless to say, Monday is, of course…the weekly Daily Double. Most of the group wanted to run trails…but Natalie said she ran trails last week. She recommended hills due to all my bitching about not running them, but I ran hills at the race on Saturday and then everywhere I turned on Sunday. So, we opted to run one of our fun run routes backwards…not even going inside Cherokee Park. What came of this was a nice, relaxing, easy 3.6 mile run that felt awesome. And the company of Natalie and Harry was perfect. Once again…we talked about lots of things, but I got to talk to Natalie about Celiac and gluten intolerance and how we just like to eat…all…the…food. For the second run of the day, it sure did feel good.
Tuesday is cross-training day. But I was a very, very bad girl this morning. I went for a run. I did. I admit it right now…I got up and got into my running clothes, slipped into my running shoes, got that reflective gear on and went out for a slow…slow…easy run in the morning. I didn’t want to press it too much because it was actually a cross-training day and I was still hitting up my gym to accomplish that part of the training plan. It was a gross 78 degrees out at 4 a.m. and I took the humidity and heat in stride, maintaining an easier pace than I normally would sustain on an easy run day. It was a good call because I was dripping at the end of the 4 miles I decided to run. I even took it out to the street to hit a few more light hills…just because. I don’t know why. Neither my upcoming half marathon nor my marathon are particularly hilly. I guess I’m just working on building up some strength. Speaking of which…cross-training commenced at the gym. Tuesday means it is Arc Trainer morning. Today I set it for Program 6 – Intervals 1:2 – Level 5. This meant that I was at a moderate step for about 1 minute, then for 30 seconds, the resistance got harder and the incline got steeper. My legs were feeling strong and I pushed out 2.56 miles in 45 minutes on this machine. Then it was time to hit that stationary bike. I hate the stationary bike more than I hate the dreaded treadmill (dreadmill). Seriously. It is SO boring. I kept it as interesting as I possibly could by changing up the resistance very mile. And, despite it all…in 10 minutes, I pushed out 3.9 miles, which isn’t too shabby. Then it was downstairs to hit up a few strength machines. Want to get rid of these noodley arms, you see…
Wednesday is the speed work/pacing day. And this Wednesday meant…speed work. Since school is back in session, I can’t get over to the track to bust out my work…so this meant hitting up the gym and getting it done…on the treadmill. This might have been a blessing this morning as the humidity was just…stifling and the air was hot, hot, hot. I still dislike doing treadmill work, but got up early, grabbed a bite, then went to the gym to get my speed work done. I always keep in mind never to push faster than I would normally run if I were running these sprints on the track. Keeping that in mind, I had 8 miles total to do…2 mile warm up, then 3 x 1600 meters with 2 x 800 recovery, then a 2 mile cool down. I made sure I was stretched and warm before I even started because the worst thing to do when working on speed work…is to do it with cold muscles. That is a recipe for injury. I hit the 1600s hard and fast and made sure I had an easy recovery in between. My 8 miles was done in 1:03:36, which isn’t bad considering the 4 miles of warm up and cool down I did at a much slower pace than I would normally run on my own. I was pleased with it. But, I am so out of practice on the treadmill (not a bad thing!)…that I kept hitting my pinky against the bar and now it’s rather bruised and a bit swollen. Sort of hurts to bend too. MEH! Yuck. Went home and did the last day of Level 2 of the circuit training required for the week before the trip. When I get back…boosting it up to the next level. Sort of fearing that and looking forward to it.
Thursday ushered in another easy run day. This was, once again, supposed to be 7 miles, but I bumped it up to 8, just like I did on Monday and yesterday with the speed work. I’m heading out of town on Friday afternoon, so going a few extra miles before taking Saturday completely off was part of the plan early in the week. That’s why I ran on Tuesday, which is normally just cross-training. Let me tell you…the humidity and heat this morning was horrible. At 3:30 a.m…when I headed out the door to run, it was 78 degrees with 86% humidity and a 70 degree dew point. Already my legs were exhausted from my 8 mile speed work and circuit training from the day before, but I told myself just to run easy. I didn’t want to push too hard in this kind of weather, nor did I want to risk injury by pushing too much on tired legs. So…I just ran an easy-peasy 8 miler, remembering to hydrate often (with both Gatorade and water) along the way. It took just over an hour and was close, but just slightly slower than my Monday and Wednesday runs. So, I don’t feel too bad about that. I tend to take my Thursday runs easy anyway because it also is another morning at the gym. The morning was all about hustling to get to the gym a little earlier than usual. Like I said…I’m heading out of town this weekend, so I’m working a bit more at the office to make sure I have everything in order and done. The gym schedule had me on the Octane Fitness 4700 Elliptical Machine…which is really more of a cross trainer than anything. Which might be why I love it so much. It is really a full-body workout on this machine. Upper and lower body get worked and it has various programs to choose from. I usually just do the Loop program, Level 7, and just go with it. But, I think after Chicago, I might try some of the other options on there. Anyway, I managed 8.97 miles in 49 minutes, which isn’t too shabby on these tired legs. From there it was over to the Cardio Wave machine to work these legs a little more, but get them moving in a different direction. Managed 3.97 miles on that in 10 minutes, which is a new record for me. I had it set for Level 13 instead of varying the resistance throughout. Figured I’d keep a steady rhythm for a little more of a challenge. It was definitely a challenge. After that, it was downstairs to hit up a few strength machines before heading in for a long, long day at the office.
Friday is normally my rest day…which I always try to respect and keep holy. However, Saturday is going to be my “rest” day…if you can call it that. In a couple of hours, I’ll be heading to the airport to fly out to Los Angeles, CA. The best part of this trip…hanging with my GIRLS!! Indy and Tawn are both going to be there and it has been quite a few years since our last encounter. Well. the four of us (Indy, Tawn, Cathy and myself). I got to see Indy at the Disney World Princess Half Marathon back in February. But…no Tawn. So…it’s happening. Both Indy and I are participating in the Disneyland Half Marathon on Sunday. So, with Saturday being a day of rest…I figured I could venture out and do a bit of a shake-out run before the long day of travel ahead. And that’s exactly what I did. Once again, the morning greeted me with temperatures in the high 70s. It was 75 degrees at 3 a.m. The humidity was at 81% as well, making it…oh, just so enjoyable. Everyone loves running in a sauna, right? Right? Yeah…not so much. For the first 4 miles, I was pulling a good pace though. The only problem was…my usual running clothes were packed for my trip to California and Colorado…so I was wearing shorter running shorts than usual…and the mace I carry with me was smacking against my thigh. I didn’t notice. HOW I didn’t notice, I still don’t know. But…when it finally hit me that my leg was hurting, I realized my mace had now given me a nice welt and bruise on my right thigh. Lovely. I stopped and moved the mace further back on fuel belt and that fixed the problem. Finished out the run and even did it with negative splits. It was also my fastest run this week. Not too shabby for a blech kind of morning. I showered. I foam rolled. I finished up packing and headed into work. Getting ready to head out to the airport. California bound. Doing Disneyland with my GIRLS!!
Saturday is normally my long run day, but as I am racing in the Disneyland Half Marathon on Sunday, Saturday is my day of rest. This actually works out since my training plan called for 13 miles this week (it’s a step-back week on mileage). So, instead of running, I’ll be hitting up the race expo, and seeing some of what Disneyland has to offer with Tawn, Indy, and Cathy. And let me tell you…I totally can’t wait. Running the Disney Princess Half Marathon back in February at Disney World was so much fun, I can’t wait to see what sights, sounds, and adventures Disneyland holds!
I’m going to say it right here and now…so listen up! 5K races are my least favorite distance. I never feel like I’m pushing myself fast enough, despite pushing these short little legs harder and harder with each mile. And at the end of a 5K…I never have the drive or the energy for that final kick that so many of my running friends have. And it makes me dislike that distance even more.
Let’s face it…these short little legs were made to go long. I actually would rather run a longer race any day than a 5K race. Winning an award at the shorter races is all fine and good…but I love the challenge of the longer run. I love to push my legs past the distance they think they can go…and prove to myself that my passion for the longer distances truly is what drives me when I run.
With that all being said…this past weekend, I had to shift my long run to Sunday because…well…Saturday I had a 5K race. Normally I wouldn’t have signed up for one. I’ve been avoiding races to focus more on my marathon training…but this is one race I would never dream of missing. My Aunt Debbie died 3 years ago from colon cancer, and here in Louisville, for the past three years, I have ran in the Walk Away from Colon Cancer & 5K Run. The only difference between the past two years and this year…is that this year I wasn’t returning from an injury that kept me out of running. This year, the Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run was not a comeback run. This year…I was free to run it as I chose…and I chose to run a smart, safe, and fun race. And that’s how it should be.
Having the race on Saturday also decreased my usual weekly mileage…but…you know…it was worth it. I’ve racked up some crazy mileage over the past couple of weeks, I think giving these legs a shorter, but harder (as in speed and the fact that I tested them out on the hills of Iroquois Park), run was just what they needed. Speed work. Hill work. All in just over 22 minutes…done.
I admit, however, that the morning of the race I was not in a racing mindset. I hadn’t actually raced since The Boilermaker 15K in Utica, NY back in early July…and I was having a hard time finding that run hard, run fast mindset. Regardless, I took to the course and had a fun, beautiful, and very hot run yesterday morning. And it was for a good cause and in memory of my aunt. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
But…that was the end of the week…I still had the entire week before I got to my race…so…
Sunday is the normal “Whatever My Legs Feel Like” training run…or rest day. It just depends on how I feel that morning. Except, keep in mind, I busted out 20 miles the previous day. So, as I was getting ready for bed, I asked my roommate what I should run in the morning. She shrugged and said, “I don’t know…13 miles?” Then paused. “No…do 13.1.” Ah…a half marathon challenge. I was game. I figured I could run it at the LSD pace and have a good morning run. I guess I was feeling super that morning, despite the heavy mileage on Saturday…because I took to the streets and my legs felt strong and good…not tired…not sore. I was having a great run. The first half of the run was rather flat, but then I decided to challenge myself and run a very hilly second half. I just wanted to see how I would do on tired legs with a bit of a challenge, I guess. I wasn’t slowed in the slightest and somehow ended up rocking out 13.1 miles in a time faster than my half marathon PR. If only this had been in a race. I was super-stoked. Super surprised. And super proud of myself. That was on legs that had gone 20 miles the day before? Had I not been the one running, I wouldn’t have believed it myself. I was feeling amazing and hit negative splits to boot!! Yeah…I was feeling sort of invincible that morning, I guess. I was all smiles after that and feeling like Beast Mode was activated. If only every run felt that awesome. That evening was the Bruno Mars concert that my roomie and I had tickets for. I didn’t get home until well after midnight…and my legs were tired and sore, not just from the previous two runs, but from standing the entire show. LOVED that concert though. Had such a great time.
But…Monday morning rolled around and that meant it was back to the training schedule. That morning I was not feeling as awesome. In fact, I felt a bit defeated. The schedule called for 7 miles. And I did get 7 miles out that morning. But, I was running on very tired and somewhat sore legs. In fact, I actually went to bed in my running clothes…because I wanted to get more than 4 hours of sleep. And to knock out 7 miles…I needed all the time I could manage if I wasn’t getting up until 5 a.m. The later start sort of threw me off, but sleeping in my running clothes was sheer genius, because it meant I just needed to slip into my compression sleeves and my shoes before hitting the road that morning. It definitely got me out the door quicker. There was also a definite change from the weather I had the previous Monday morning. So, with the return of the humidity, the run just felt hard. I managed to press on and rocked the run with negative splits, but it was a hard-fought battle. And then…even with the tired legs, I wouldn’t dream of missing my Monday night fun run. So after a long, long day at work, I went home to eat and change and headed off to Louisville to do a run with my group. We were supposed to do hill work, which is something I really need to focus on. However…they vetoed it before I got there and half of the group was going to run trails, and the rest were going to hit up the Scenic Loop in Cherokee Park. I am not currently running trails because I don’t want to get injured, so I stuck to the road. And for the first mile was running with the group. My legs were still sore from all the hard efforts I put on them…as well as sitting for a long period of time at the office…but none of that seemed to matter. I got to the hill after Hogan’s Fountain and I was off. I had intended to stick with everyone, but I got ahead and there was no stopping me. I didn’t push…not for speed or anything because my Achilles was acting up a little…and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt myself on a fun run. Foam rolling commenced the moment I got home. Monday’s Daily Double was in the books.
Tuesday, of course, meant it was my cross-training day. And, as is the norm for Tuesdays, I resist the urge to run, even though I have the time and the ability to do so…and instead head to the gym before work. Tuesdays means it’s Arc Trainer day. The Arc Trainer, by the way, is basically the high calorie burning solution to the modern elliptical, built to be safe for high intensity workouts. In other words…it works like an elliptical, but is scientifically tested to be gentler on your joints, burn 16% more calories than a standard elliptical, and it can help the user train for strength, power, endurance, cardio and weight loss. It has this range of incline and resistance levels which makes this seem like 3 machines in one. Honestly. At lower incline levels, it’s has a glide like a cross country skier. In the mid-range levels, the motion is a stride, like on an elliptical but with proper positioning. And at the higher levels, it has the climb of a stepper or climber. I use the preset programs on the machines which automatically changes up resistance, incline, and the intervals. It makes this machine challenging, yet still puts you through a total body workout. It’s an elliptical on crack and I love to hate it. This time, I was on Program 5 – Intervals 1:1, meaning I had 1 minute at a lower incline, then it shot me up to hard resistance and the “climber” mode for 1 minute and it would rotate this out. I did this for 45 minutes on Level 7 and managed to dig out 2.08 miles. After that, it was on to the Cardio Wave. If you’re not familiar with this machine either, it is also like an elliptical machine, except that this one focuses more on strengthening the gluteus and lower limbs while still focusing on the core stabilizer muscles…so you get a full body workout that is safe and non-impact. And…your legs move from side-to-side and not the usual forward and back motion that I get with other ellpiptical machines and my running. It’s a nice change of pace and it works three different planes of movement simultaneously: extension, abduction and external rotation. My roommate hates this machine, but I love it. And I rocked 3.89 miles on it set to a steady Level 13 that morning. Then it was downstairs to hit up a few strength machines to help build up some muscle. After work, it was time to circuit train and that took some convincing. I knew it needed to be done, my body was just tired. But…my roomie and I knocked it out of the park and it actually helped loosen up the muscles and tendons that were giving me issues on my runs on Monday. So…bonus!
Wednesday marathon training is always speed work/pacing day. And today…it was all about pacing. The schedule called for 8 miles…yes…8 miles. But this was to be a Tempo Run…meaning I was to build up to about my 10K race pace, hold that for a couple of miles, then ease back down. I ended up steadily building up my pace, making this tempo run more of 8 miles with negative splits. Whoops. So, I guess I ddi one better than what training called for. And that was a miserable morning. Because it was 8 miles and would take about an hour to do, I got up half an hour earlier and headed out. It was 70 degrees at 3:30 a.m. and we had 92% humidity. Needless to say, I was dripping by the end of it and was more than happy to hop into the shower before getting dressed for work and making a healthy breakfast. After work, it was the second session of the circuit training and this one really felt hard. My legs were screaming for some rest. I promised if they got through “the shred” than they could have some downtime. They saw me through the circuits and weights…and so…I rested them that evening.
Thursday was a lot easier this week. Training simply called for 4 easy miles. Four miles…and I’d be done. It was another humid morning and my legs were tired…but my four miles ended up as 5 miles. I wasn’t at all happy with that run, honestly. Maybe that is why I pushed the extra mile. Or…that I just am not used to lower mileage under 5 miles at times…regardless…I got through the run, but it was not a happy 5 miles at all. After that, it was the second day at the gym. With my legs angry at me for that run this morning, I knew better than to really push it on the cardio portion of this workout. So, when I climbed on the elliptical, I set it for my usual Level 7, but didn’t push on the speed too much. I managed under 9 miles in 49 minutes…which is under what I normally can do. But, I was listening to my body. The second machine of the day was 10 minutes on the rowing machine. Ah…the rowing machine of doom. I put on my gloves and settled in for a L-O-N-G 10 minutes. But the rowing machine is such a great machine in that it works so much of your body. Not only are you working biceps, back, and shoulders, but you also work your quads, glutes, and core muscles as well. So…while I hate it…I love the workout I get from this machine. After that…it was downstairs for some more strength machines before heading to work.
Friday is the dreaded, but necessary, rest day. And, since I was going to be racing on Saturday, I definitely wanted to keep it holy. I admit though…I did take myself out for another brisk morning walk. This has become the Friday norm. I walked 3.26 miles that morning in 36:42…which is good. Very good. It also took the edge off the rest day so I wouldn’t be cranky, crabby and miserable. It worked. And the rest of the day felt okay because I had at least gotten some form of movement in for the day.
Saturday…it’s usually my long slow distance run. And this week I was to run 18 miles. Except, I had another commitment on Saturday morning. *GASP* I know. But this was important. As I mentioned, my Aunt Debbie died from colon cancer a few years ago. Every year since, I have been a part of this race. It’s the Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run. I would never dream of missing this. Even if it meant I didn’t get to meet up with my running group and do my usual long run. The long run was pushed back to Sunday…which I’ll tell you all about next week. But Saturday was all about honoring my aunt’s memory, running for a great cause, and putting some speed work and hill work into play simultaneously. I won’t lie…a part of me was hoping to rock out a sub-22 5K, which is something I am still chasing…but Iroquois Park is not the place for that. And I knew that going into this race…but it was a dream. It will happen…one day. Until then…I just sort of ran this race with how I felt. My legs were rested. My mind was clear. And I was focused on just getting to that finish line. Like I said…5Ks are my least favorite distance. I place a lot when I run them, I just don’t like running them. That being said…this race was hot and hilly…but I just went out there to have some fun and “do some work.” And I did. In fact, I ended up finishing 27/799 finishers overall, 4/496 female finishers, and I was 1/67 in my age division. WOOHOO!! The speed and hill endurance will come with practice. This was my 2nd fastest 5K to date…and that is saying something! I thought about running more later that day, but I had so much going on…shopping for items for my upcoming trip, grocery shopping, cleaning…and since Sunday was now going to be my 18 miler…without a group…I thought my legs needed the rest of the day off.
So, this was a much lower mileage week than my previous ones, but I think it was good that I listened to my body…and my heart…and ran what I needed to run, the speed I needed or felt like I needed to run. I still managed to nail my training, and that’s saying something. This week was a tough one, despite having fewer miles…but I got through it and knocked it out. Proving once again, even if my body is tired…my determination always makes me feel stronger and better. Lack of sleep and harder runs made the lower mileage this week a welcome change of pace…but it never once slowed me down.
Me heading out of the start for the Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run – Louisville, Kentucky
Race: Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run
Place: Iroquois Park, Louisville, Kentucky
Date: August 24, 2013
Time: 22:45
Wow…can you believe this? A race report!! An actual race report. I haven’t officially raced in over a month. One month and 10 days to be exact. And I certainly haven’t done a 5K race in a long time. I’ve been putting my focus on my marathon training…distance, speed/pacing, easy, hard…but no races. They just haven’t fit in.
But this race…I haven’t missed this race in the three years I have been running. The previous two years, it was my comeback race. The race I was finally able to run again…after an injury healed. In 2011, it was my stress fracture and runner’s knee. In 2012, it was my plantar fasciitis. So…this was a new experience for me. I could actually…RUN! And run however I wanted to run! BONUS!
The Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run holds a special place in my heart since my Aunt Debbie died from colon cancer three years ago. Note…I’ve run this race for three years…and I always do so in her honor. This year…I felt like I could really honor her memory.
I actually went into Louisville to the Clifton Center where the Colon Cancer Prevention Project is headquartered. The packet pickup was happening there on Thursday, then at Fleet Feet on Friday…and race day packet pickup was also available. I tend to get my packet ahead of time if at all possible…sort of saves on the rush on race morning. And since I had to pick up a package at the Fed Ex place in Louisville on Thursday…I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone. So, I picked up my packet two days early and didn’t have to concern myself with it on Friday or Saturday.
So, this morning was the big event. I woke up early enough to get dressed and slather on some sun screen. It was in the high 60s this morning with 86% humidity. BLECH!! Sunscreen is always a must!! So, in order to let it soak in…I have to get it applied early. So, I went to the kitchen, got the coffee maker prepped and brewing…then went to get my albino on! I use Badger sunscreen, which turns me even pastier white than I already am. But, it works. So I use it. I actually did a good job of lathering myself up. Managed to contort and get my back as well without getting too much on my top. I was dressed as Wonder Woman for this event…because…I think people who fight through and survive cancer are amazing. They are all superheros.
Breakfast was the last of my Vanilla Chex cereal. I got my clothes to change into together, laced up my Adidas Boosts, and grabbed a banana to eat about 30 minutes before the race. Got into the car and Cathy and I were winging our way out to Iroquois Park in Louisville…the scene of the event.
Mind you…in 2011…this race was small. There were 468 finishers in 2011. Parking was so easy to manage. And the event was quite small. Last year…2012, the event grew to 684 finishers. There were bouncy houses and tents set up everywhere. It was a big change. This year…there were nearly 800 finishers. 799 to be exact. So, once again the event grew. And this time…there were people directing traffic to parking spots. Huh. This was different. We were guided into a nice spot, and soon we were popping out of the car, throwing stuff in the trunk, and starting toward the amphitheater at Iroquois Park. I had my banana in hand…but it was definitely too early to dive into it. Instead, I went ahead and used the flushing toilets before a line formed…which was also a good call because the line did get stupid long and the port-a-potties that were ordered were not delivered. So…yay for peeing ahead of time!
After that, Cathy and I wandered around…taking a stroll down the road of Iroquois Park…checking out the various companies that came out to the race…walking through the GIANT INFLATABLE COLON! Here in Kentucky…we’re famous four our inflatable colon. It’s true. I We found a shady spot near a curb so Cathy could settle in and I could do some preliminary active stretching. High knees, knee circles, hip circles, butt kicks, the works. Nothing stationary. I was getting those muscles ready to fire quickly.
The opening ceremony was starting at 8:30…and local radio personality, George Lindsey, got us started. We had announcements of upcoming events, mentions of sponsors, and then the survivors were called forward to receive a nice gift and get their picture taken. It was amazing how many people were there. Varying ages. Some…no older than me I would guess. Just…so moving. We applauded them and gave much respect for their battle against colon cancer. Just…amazing.
Afterwards, it was time to get the race started. Cathy and I began to make our way over to the start line as photos of the survivors were being taken. This allowed me to get into a good starting spot. I wasn’t right up front…I don’t feel I belong there, but I wasn’t too far back either. I did a few more stretches while waiting on the rest of the crowd to get lined up. The front was starting to fill in and as I was standing there this really, really good looking beefcake of a guy with a body like WHOA and WHOA GUN SHOW…comes over and asks if he can get his picture taken with me. WITH ME!! Yes…Wonder Woman gladly accepts pictures with hot strangers. I don’t think I was drooling. This was the first time that has ever happened to me. It was a nice way to start the race.
And with that, we were given the instructions from our favorite people at River City Races. We’d hear “Runner’s set…and then the whistle.” A pause. “Runner’s set…” And when the whistle went off, we exploded out of the starting line. I flashed a badass peace sign to Cathy as I ran past…and that was the start. In my head, I really, really wanted to hit a sub-22 minute 5K. But, I also know my limitations and I know the hills of Iroquois Park…so I also knew that wasn’t happening at this race. Instead…I chose to run a happy, honorary race…and just have a good time!
The first mile always seems the longest. I don’t know why. Especially since it tends to be my fastest. I settled into a good pace, seeing Lynn (she’s at all the local races!) ahead of me, and another woman running right next to me. We rounded the corner and hit the first of many hills…and the woman who was running with me pulled way ahead. WAY ahead. UGH!! I need more hill work in my life. For real. That was okay…it was still an early race. I took to the streets, pushing just enough to make it not feel like a run in the park. HA. See what I did there? I’ve been training a lot at the Long Slow Distance Pace…that racing now seems a lot harder than it used to be. Add the need for speed work to the list of things I need to incorporate more into my running regime. Anyway…I was heading for a downhill when I got to Mile 1. I was around 7:12 pace…which was awesome. But I knew Mile 2 was a killer. It starts off down hill…but I know…I know that a large hill awaits towards the end of it…as we head into the final stretch.
So, Mile 2 I took the downhills easy, not wanting to shred my calves or my quads. You know, I have this goal to not get injured this year…and a 5K race wasn’t going to take me out. I refuse. Running smart is the goal…and that means I ease up on the downhills. To make up for it, I attempted to push a little harder on those uphills. And Mile 2 was filled with uphills. We were supposed to stay to the left of the orange cones for safety…but the cones went away halfway through our second mile…so a lot of runners were just veering to the other side in an attempt to take the hills a little easier. I don’t think it helped. I stayed my course…because I know what feels right. And got passed up by another female. My pace definitely slowed in that second mile…and I was thinking about how I just needed to suck it up (gluten-free) cupcake and run some hills. I wanted to do that with my fun run group…but it was vetoed. Totally vetoed. So, I guess if I want to get some hill work in I have to do the work myself. There is no lack of hills around here, so I’ll make it happen.
Mile 2 ticked off and I knew I was in my last mile. I also know about the hill that gets me…every time I run at Iroquois Park. We were running the park the “hard” way…the way there seems to be more uphills than downs. I prefer running this park the opposite direction, but I swear all the races go off the other way. So…it’s harder. But…from previous races done here, I know…I know that somewhere between Mile 2 and the finish line…there is this hill of doom…that just never seems to stop going up. The first year I ran this race…I walked the hill. It was the first (and only) time I ever walked, but my runner’s knee twinged at me and I didn’t want to push my luck with the stress fracture. The second time I ran this race, I took the hill easy…didn’t walk…but took it easy because I didn’t want to tear my plantar fascia again. I was so nervous about that.
Me with my 1st place age division medal at the Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run – Louisville, Kentucky
This year…this year I killed the hill. It slowed me, sure…hills do that…but I didn’t let up. I pushed…I drove myself up that incline and saw the sunlight streaming into the parking lot. I knew the finish was coming. I was close. So, I attempted to pick it up some. I tried…for that kick that so many runners manage. I don’t think I’ve quite gotten the hang of that yet, but I felt like I might have kicked it a little to the finish line. I could hear Cathy screaming “GO TWIN! GO!” So, I ran and just put my all into getting across that line. And I did so…feeling like I truly earned my stripes there. That was, as usual, a difficult course.
Cathy came over and said, “Guess what?” And I said…”Fourth female overall. I know. I ticked them off in my head as they passed.” I laughed when I said it. These women all finished in sub-22…the overall female winner finishing in 20:50 which is…a dream to me. How the heck did she run that fast?! It boggles my mind and my little short legs.
We stayed for the award ceremony…and it turned out I won 1st in my age division! I won third last year…so this was a WOOHOO moment. In fact, my time this year beat out the time for the female overall winner last year. But we had a faster crowd this time around. But…this was a good race for a good cause…and one, regardless of my hatred of 5Ks, I would never dream of missing.
So, as it stands the official results for the Walk Away From Colon Cancer & 5K Run are that I finished in 22:45. It wasn’t a new PR…but I was only 30 seconds off. Had this course been flatter…well…maybe. Anyway, I was 27/799 overall, 4/496 female finishers, and 1/67 in my age division. Considering 5Ks are my least favorite distance (yet…I run a lot of them)…I was totally thrilled with these. And I dedicated this race, as always, to my Aunt Debbie…who I think gave me some wings on that uphill at the end today.
So, on a hot and humid Saturday morning…I went out and ran for a good cause…and had a good time. Already looking forward to next year!
By the end of next week…I’m going to be out of town. This means I have a lot of fresh produce to work through before leaving. I never want anything to go to waste, so I make a point to use up everything before it goes bad and spoils.
It’s also Friday…and this morning my bin for my CSA was placed outside my front door. Soon after I got home tonight from work, my new one arrived with a whole new round of fresh produce. I still had quite a bit from the two previous bins before that…so I put myself on a mission tonight…to use up most of what I had from the old bin so this coming week I could focus on the new stuff.
Mission accomplished. I found an Eating Well recipe from 2011 that used 3 medium zucchini. I didn’t have zucchini but I had 3 medium yellow squashes in my crisper drawer just begging for some action. My usual go-to would be to sautee them in a pan and serve them up as a side. But I thought…why not try something new. And with the exception of an onion and some diced green chiles…I totally had everything else to make this super-simple and highly flavorful dish.
My entire meal was loaded with veggies tonight. And the star was definitely the mash that I made from the squash. I made it vegan…using Diaya cheddar shreds in place of reglar extra-sharp cheddar cheese. But if you aren’t affected by dairy…feel free to use regular cheddar cheese. My roommate and I both devoured this. So delicious.
1/2 cup grated extra-sharp Cheddar cheese (I used Daiya Vegan Cheddar Shreds)
Directions:
Heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat.
Add zucchini and onion; stir to coat.
Cover and cook, stirring occasionally, until very soft and lightly browned, 12 to 15 minutes.
Stir in chiles and salt; cook until heated through, 1 minute more.
Transfer to a medium bowl. Mash with a potato masher until chunky, not completely smooth.
Stir in cheese and serve immediately.
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My onion and squash got this amazing caramelization on them from cooking. It really sweetened up the onions and the squash became super soft. After mashing it up…it really didn’t look like much. But once I mixed in the vegan cheese, everything started to come together. This is a rich tasting, sweet and savory sort of dish that would be delicious as a side as well. Forget mashed potatoes…serve up some squash mash. It’s packed with flavor and SUPER healthy too. My roommate and I split the entire pan as our entree, and that was only 238 calories for that huge serving on that plate. I served it up with oven roasted broccolini and some herbed corn off the cob to complete a veggie-packed, but quite filling dinner.
We’re already talking about making it again. Really delish!! Go ahead…try something different with your squash or zucchini. It’s worth it.
The Celiathlete 