Splitting the Negative

It was the "Train Like A Mother" Finish It plan that first introduced me to the negative split. I was following the schedule as I trained for the Columbus Marathon in 2012. Depending on the prescribed workout, the goal was to run particular sections of the run faster than the previous sections.  One day, it might be a 6-mile run split into three 2-mile sections and the next, it might be a 5-mile run split up into two 2-mile sections and a 1-mile fast finish.

The workouts were challenging, a mix of patience, strategy, speed and resolve. When you nailed it, the satisfaction was immeasurable.

As such, it's a run that I regularly incorporate into my training – whether I'm following a particular plan or not. My BRF Tami and I recently finished a 5-miler with an 8:3X split because I knew the negative split was possible.

On Thursday, I headed out to do the same – this time instructed by the five-week Striding through the Holidays plan from the Another Mother Runner challenge. But I lacked the enthusiasm I usually do for tackling negative splits.

• Si is teething and fussy. Set him down and he screams.
• Si is teething and is pooping accordingly. That morning, projectile shit shooting onto my leg.
• Miles is testing his limits when it comes to limits on TV and sugary treats. The mornings most often end in tears but he was particularly fiery and still had watery eyes when I dropped him off at school.

Physically and mentally, I was spent. However, I had already completed the easy run for the week and knew I would feel renewed with a good, hard effort.

So I set off.

The goal for the first miles is to run slow and then slow it down some more. While you want the overall effort to be strong, you need to have room to get faster. For me, this usually means around a 10-minute mile. But my watch. It was displaying paces between 10:20 and 12:45. Fine, I guess but surprising. I didn't feel great and I hadn't found my space mentally. The slower time was doing me no favors either.

I had to remind myself to relax, take it easy and smooth out my stride – just as I had that morning when Miles tried to make me a deal: a hug for an extra 10 minutes of TV.

Beep, beep, beep. 9:48.

"Alright, I got this," I thought. I stood a little taller, felt a bit firmer in my foundation. I don't have to give in – to deals, to negative thoughts.

The wind blew at my face, and I gave myself the tiniest bit of snaps for running the front half of my run into the headwind. Even though it was a bit brisk and the leaves were all but gone, it was a beautiful fall day.

Beep, beep, beep. 9:18.

Yikes, I thought. I let that one get away. A controlled 9:30 would have been better. A lower tone in my voice would have been better used in response to the "You're mean" declaration when Rolos were denied. But I had changed my tone, changed my gait. Things had gotten further than anticipated.

I took a deep breath, and reminded myself that I was competent and had the skills to handle it. I was in control.

9:11.

Much better. I had controlled my pace, my reaction. I didn't get excited. I didn't make it worse. I just did it. I had cleaned up the mess – on the run, on the floor of Si's room. I had wiped Miles' tears. We had said our goodbyes on happier terms.

I made a quick turn on the narrow trail and dodged small branches and walnuts that littered the ground beneath my feet. I dropped my shoulders, pulled in my belly. Pulled at my sagging capris. In. Out. In. Out.

8:42

I blew up. It wasn't a flame that I had quickly doused. It wasn't a slip of the tongue. I had lost my control. It stung. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I just can't keep it together.

As I headed underneath the bridge and toward the section of path that winds between the river and well-to-do homes, I had a decision to make. I could throw in the towel and just be satisfied with what I had done or I could put my head down and work.

Work. Running, parenting, it's always work. Just when you think you have a handle on it, it surprises you. It makes you think. It forces you to make a choice, for better or worse.

I chose to be better.

8:28.

There's a freedom laced with fear when you lose all control. You don't have to be anything but in the moment.

I was scared that morning. My frustration with the boys had reached a crescendo, the toll of the week wearing me thin. I think I would have thrown them into the car had I not maintained a shred of sanity.

But I didn't think about that in the last mile. I couldn't. All I could focus on was a quick turnover and breaking through. An 8:28 is fast for me. Fast. Beating that, nailing the negative split, would mean sacrificing that sanity I had saved.

And just like the week had caught up with me that morning, the effort and fatigue of the previous 5 miles had caught up with me. At 5.5 miles, with just 800 meters to go, I paused my Soleus and halted to a screech. I took five deep breaths and kept going. I needed to be strong, I could be strong, to the finish.

8:01.

My fastest mile since this time last year. I had come out on top. Despite having trouble staying control, despite being sprayed with poop, despite the name calling of a 4-year-old, I had done OK.

No. Wait. I had done great. 

Friday Favorites: Head to Toe

The seasonal switch in my running wardrobe has not only meant that I can close the drawers but it's been out with the old and in with the "oh, I forgot I have that!" In a way, it's like getting a shopping spree to my favorite running store but not getting the bill.

In a small, teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, not so much way.

But with that said, here are the things I'm loving right now and some items pulling a close second.

Head: Saucony Space-Dye Skull Cap (similar HERE). I am pretty sure I first saw this hat on Sarah, and I had to have it. I waited long enough last year to snag it on clearance but sad I waited so long as it quickly became a favorite. The hat is light but warm, and it's big enough that it comes down over my ears.

Runner-up: Athleta cap. I coveted this hat all last winter as one of the run clubbers wore it on nearly every blustery run. I noticed that it was on sale at Athleta for $10.99 and with an Old Navy reward, I couldn't pass it up. I bought the XS/S, and the flaps cover my ears and the cap fits snugly — but not too tight. The selling point was the brim as it should keep falling snow out of my eyelashes, improving my vision.

Torso: Another Mother Runner 26.2 sweat shirt. You have likely seen me wear this sweat shirt approximately 9,345,202 times because I love it ... that much. The cut is cute and comfortable, and I love the colors. I told myself that I would buy the 13.1 version if I PR'd the half at Fort4Fitness but I did come up short — barely and pregnant to boot. I will probably work into the gear budget soon enough for the sake of variety.

Runners-up: Fila Mars Running Hoodie in Peach Frenzy and the Tek Gear Fleece Hoodie in Coral Dazzle Heather. I saw these at Kohl's when I popped in to use a reward, and I walked around the store with them for at least 20 minutes. The color ... oh, the color. It's just so bright and fresh when every thing is so dismal. I put them back as we have a "no shopping for yourself" policy between Nov. 1 and Christmas but they would make an excellent gift.

Bottom: Fila Maui Performance Leggings in Grand Ceremony. I saw these at Kohl's and I could not pass them up, regardless of whether they had my size. I figured going up a letter would accommodate a bigger belly in a month or two, anyway. I love the fun pattern on these pants! They aren't lined, which is a bit of a let down but they do help when it's cold enough that you want your legs covered but not so cold that you need lots of layers.

Runner-up: Nike Pro Hyperwarm Nordic in Ivory/Volt/Volt. The pattern — enough said.

Toes: Skechers GOrun Ride 3. I was in desperate need of new shoes when I visited Kim for the Haunted Hilly Half. I have a pair of Saucony Fastwitch with less than 200 miles that I wear for speed work and racing but my go-to Brooks Ravennas were nearing 400 miles. We had a lot of expenses last month and, to be honest, I hated that I needed to spend $100+ on new shoes. Kim, the wise one that she is, clued me into the Skechers. She had switched from the Ravennas to the Ride 3 a few pairs back and had nothing but positive comments. One of the pros? The price, which can be as low as $45 if you work Amazon right.

I quickly bought a pair, and I have been nothing but happy. The shoes feel lighter than the Ravennas (6.4 ounces vs. 8.5 ounces) and sport a 4 mm drop, which I'm used to with the Fastwitch. Despite the more minimal profile, the shoes are incredibly comfortable — almost like running on clouds.

Runner up: Pro Compression marathon socks. Of course, right? I'm including these not because I'm an ambassador but because compression socks and tall ones at that are essential in the winter. If you haven't pulled out tights yet, you can wear the socks with capris and be good for runs even in the high 20s. When the snow comes, taller socks offer added warmth and make sure there is no skin exposed between where the shoe/sock ends and the tights begin. The October sock of the month, which is still available, is especially sassy and sure to brighten up any gloomy fall run.

What gear are you loving right now?

Disclosure: I was not compensated for this post and did not receive any product in exchange for this post. In fact, no one knew I was going to write it ... until now, I guess.

Weekly Training Update: 4/21-4/27

Once upon a time, I used to feel like a badass mother runner. I ran with the stroller for a significant part of my weekly mileage, even taking Miles on long runs of 8 miles. I had a stroller filled with Dum Dum Pops and an iPhone with toddler music favorites. People in the neighborhood recognized me as the woman who ran with the stroller and the dog.

Then, sometime last year, I just got over running with the stroller. It was harder and more of a hassle. I was doing a lot of runs early in the morning, too, which cut the need for the BOB. The only regular time that Miles came along for a run was on the weekends when Mark ran part of my long runs with me. Then, I started running with the group and those runs were cut.

But times are changing again. After being cooped up all winter and Denali's need to get in shape, stroller running is much more appealing. The warmer (relatively) mornings have meant we've been able to go out. It hasn't been but a handful so far, however, it's enough to know that I want to keep doing it. I've even set some goals for myself.

*Acclimate Miles and Denali to 5 miles. Denali will be the easier of the two as the older Miles gets, the shorter the attention span. However, he did well enough for 4.33 miles that I think 5 fast could be OK.

*Find new ways to entertain Miles. We do toddler music on the iPhone - "Wheels on the Bus," specifically - and candy. However, I'd like something better. Suggestions are welcome.

*Run a sub-8 mile with the stroller. I've surprised myself that I can do at least one sub-9 mile without much effort during each run that the challenge of a sub-8 is alluring. I'm doing some shorter speed work for fun, and I think it will be of help.

Side note: Miles is a backseat runner. He tells me to stop at stop signs, not to run into people and to watch out for cars. He also tells me to run in the street, go faster and change music. It's quite motivating ... NOT!

The week, in training:

Monday, April 21
RUN | 3.2 miles
Miles was up at 5 a.m., which turned out to be the story of the week, so I decided to take him out in the stroller for the week's shortest and easiest run. I realized at Mile 2 that I was on track to negative split each mile so I hauled butt for the last one, clocking in at 8:49.

Tuesday, April 22
RUN | 4.33 miles, intervals
This run was all about mothering up and putting my big girl shorts on. It was more convenient, so to speak, to do the 12 x 1-minute intervals (with 1-minute recovery) with the stroller as I really had no idea when I would do the workout otherwise. It was windy to boot, making for a challenging time. I really thought I might die after the first interval and had no idea how I would do 12 after finishing four. There might have been two extended recoveries to tend to Miles' picky music preferences but otherwise done. All but two of the intervals were at sub-8 pace, and I was at 8:44 overall.

Wednesday, April 23
CROSS TRAIN | 1.75-mile walk
I was trying to pass the time, and I was really enjoying taking Miles and Denali out so we went for a walk. And it paid! I found a total of $5.26 on this walk, most of which in the first quarter-mile. It paid for a donut treat for Miles later in the week.

CROSS TRAIN | Jumping jack circuit
I tested a circuit workout I programmed for my upcoming outdoor boot camps in the aerobics room at the YMCA. There were five different circuits, each with three exercises, and each circuit featured a jack variation. Phew! It was tough in the best way possible. I threw in some bicep curls because I love biceps.

Thursday, April 24
RUN | 5 miles, tempo
Early morning outing with Joe. The workout was a 2-mile warm-up, 1 mile at tempo pace and 2-mile cool down. I told Joe that the goal for the tempo mile was 8:30 but since it was dark, I just went by feel. When we got to a better lit area, with just 0.15 mile to go, he told me were closer to 8:00. Oops! But, as fate would have it, the tempo mile was 8:27.

CROSS TRAIN | Ripped
Mark came to class, which I always love, and one of my regulars brought her sister who was visiting. It made me so happy that she wanted to share the class with someone, and I knew how much it meant that her sister was in town.

Friday, April 25
CROSS TRAIN | Heated yoga
I had a free birthday class from Pranayoga, and I did not want it to go to waste! The 8:30 class is always lovely, as it's led by the owner, but this one was just awesome. I felt like Dani knew that I needed to stretch the heck out of my hips and hamstrings. I also realized in class that it is so rare for someone to touch us without an agenda - and how nice it can be. Comforting.

Saturday, April 26
CROSS TRAIN | Y Cycle
I think I'm a jinx. In the four weeks since I stopped teaching at the BBG, I have taken three different Saturday classes and all have had a sub. I don't really care but I had to get a sub maybe two or three times a year. Anyway. It mattered this week because the sub didn't show. Thankfully, the step instructor is spin certified (?) or was competent to lead the class. She has a bum knee, though, and led it off the bike. Weird! As it turned out, it was one of the best cycle classes I've taken. She had us doing pushups, one-arm pushups and other fun hovers on the bike.

Sunday, April 27
RUN | 8.02 miles
A great run with the girls. The pace was a bit faster (9:09) than I do my long runs (9:20-9:40) but being with the group kept me honest. As did the 14 mph winds. I am hoping that by cutting long run mileage a bit that I can keep the weekend runs around that pace.

Three Things Thursday: AMR party

To say I'm a fan girl of SBS and Dimity, the writers/runners/mothers behind the Run Like a Mother community, might be the understatement of the day. I have read both their books, follow the blog and subscribe to the podcasts. I tweet them and like their Facebook page, regularly commenting on the status updates. I've found them to be a wealth of information but, more than that, to be the cultivators of a sisterhood that I'm glad to be a part of.

And so when I heard they would be hosting one of their infamous parties in my neck of the woods - or as close as they were ever going to get to northeast Indiana - I twisted the arm of one of my favorite mother runners, Kim, and made the trek to Fleet Feet Lewis Center in Columbus to meet my sole sisters.

1. Fleet Feet was busting at the joists with mother runners when Kim and I arrived fashionably late. It was a bit overwhelming for this slightly shy girl, and I was never so happy to have a friend with me. In fact, Kim and I spent the first 20 minutes discussing the socially awkward things we were/could do at the party. One of which included me creepily waiting for SBS to sign my dog-eared copy of "Train Like a Mother" and then telling her that I've slept with the book under my pillow. It's true but slightly awkward. Or very awkward.

Note: I have to give mad props to SBS and Dimity, who both made an effort to engage the mother runners who were asking them to sign books. It wasn't a sign and shuffle aside, the way I felt like it was with Hal Higdon at the Run the Bluegrass expo. I've also never felt so short in my life.

2. The main event of the party was a reading and the giveaways. They had some seriously awesome prizes - a voucher for free Saucony item, 110% Play Harder gift cards, Nuun and a 24-pack of salted caramel Gu - none of which Kim and I won. I might have been very sad about the Gu.

It was really fun to listen to them read and banter in a way that only good friends can.

3. When I inquired via Twitter whether it was worth the 2.5-hour drive, one of the things I heard was that the swag more than made up for any travel.

People did not lie.

There was a full jar of Nuttzo (which I've been dying to try but too cheap to buy); a 3-pack of Sof Sole socks (awesome since I haven't worn a matching pair of socks in 6 weeks); Skinfare balm; Nuun; Gu; a 110% buff (which I'm wearing right now like I'm on "Survivor"); and full-size Hyland's homeopathic products.

Of course, the best part was road tripping/hanging out with Kim and spending hours chatting about running, children and life.

And being awkward, because that's always fun.

Weekly training update: 7/1-7/7

I wanted a present, I told Mark. I deserved a present, one in the form of the Oiselle striped tank that I've been coveting online and finally saw in person.

After all, it's only fair that I get to celebrate the birth of Miles since I was the one who birthed him. Right? Right!

Of course, I was really just being greedy - at least with the tank. But as we celebrated with cake and ice cream, trips to the park and car wash, I found myself wanting to mark the occasion for me. I had, through the grace of God, managed to not only keep the child alive for 2 years but maintain a slight semblance of myself and a sliver of sanity.

So I threw on my Sole Sister tank, grabbed my Nathan Speed belt filled with nuun and downloaded a podcast to celebrate my anniversary of being a mother runner in the best way I know how - hitting the greenway.

I opted to run 7.35 milex in honor of the time Miles was born, winding slowly around a nearby park before tackling part of the Fort4Fitness course. I listened to Sarah and Dimity talk to Jeff Galloway, sipping Cherry Limeade on the go. I waved to fellow runners and jumped as little bunnies scuttled through the woods.

There was a small part of me that felt like I should ditch the podcast and reflect on my past two years as a mother but this was my celebration. It was my time. And, in making it so, I found myself more present than I have been on a run in a long time.

The week in training:

Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4-mile run + Piloxing (taught) + BODYPUMP (taught)
Wednesday: Rest
Thursday: Firecracker 4-miler + 4-mile run
Friday: 45 minutes on indoor bike + 8 minutes abs
Saturday: 5-mile run + BODYPUMP (taught)
Sunday: 7.35-mile run

En plein air

It's no secret that I'm fond of my daycare provider. She makes healthy, fresh-from-the-garden meals; she makes it a priority to teach them good manners; and Miles, at 19 months, already sings "A, B, C, D" and counts to three.

But this morning, I became her biggest fan.

She didn't bat an eyelash or give a sideways look when I dropped off Miles 20 minutes early in full winter running attire. She didn't offer any snarky remarks when I mentioned that I was going to soak up the day's rays on a quick run before work. In fact, she was probably supportive or encouraging as she always comments about how good the example is that I'm setting for Miles.

I'm not going to argue her on that one.

The air was mild (relatively speaking) at 27 degrees, the wind was non-existent and the sun was bright when I arrived at the park. I had briefly considered running downtown from work but knew the park would be clear of yesterday's snow. And even though the park is a frequent haunt, my miles in the basement made the familiar sites welcome.

I set off along the path with two goals in mind: take it easy and enjoy. I didn't want to look at my watch, fretting about pace, nor did I want to squander such a rare chance to run outdoors. Though my runs en plein air were much appreciated last week, my pace wasn't where I wanted and I realized/feared that I had squandered some fitness by spending too much time on the revolving belt.

The first mile or so was a bit lethargic and I had to force myself to look around but as I made my way toward the back end of the park, I began to settle in. My footsteps got lighter. My breathing was steady. My eyes narrowed as the brilliant light reflected off the bright white snow. I pushed my shoulders down and back.

I stopped for a moment around mile two to snap some photos but otherwise kept my feet moving, faster and faster as the miles ticked away. I finished the run just shy of five miles, happy and committed to getting outdoors more frequently. Even if it means sacrificing 20 minutes with Miles a morning or two a week.

Had it not been for one small lapse, the morning would have been an epic success. And by lapse, I mean that I forgot my shoes.

I had taken my gym bag to work, with clean, professional-ish clothes so that I could avoid stopping at home between the run and work. I had a Handful tank that served a dual purpose: bra and base layer; a racerback blouse; blue cardigan; and denim trousers. I even remembered a black belt though, sadly, the pants don't seem to require it these days. A pair of professional shoes - or even the boots that have become uniform these days - were still in my closet ... and in the living room ... and, shit, kitchen. I never, ever wear my running shoes outside of running but thankfully I have an old pair that I keep at my desk in the event I take a lunchtime walk.

I'm pretty sure the hot pink sneakers make the look.

Girl's day out

There's no better gift you can give a friend than your time.

Well, that and a copy of "Run Like a Mother." Duh.

Note: I did not give my friend a back ho though that fine piece of construction equipment could come in handy when ... well, for something. I'm sure of it.

My gorgeous friend Heather celebrated her birthday on Friday, and today we got the chance to celebrate together. Without kids. Without husbands. Just us. And if you think it's no big deal, we could not remember the last time we hung out just the two of us. I'm thinking it's the 30-some minutes we spent on a 5K course in April.

Pretty sad, if I do say so myself.

As luck would have it, my name was picked in a Beauty Bar drawing at the Aveda experience store, helping us to mark the occasion. I wasn't quite sure what a Beauty Bar was but when I hear the words "neck and shoulder massage," I don't ask questions.

The Beauty Bar experience is much more than a massage. Greeted with a cup of Aveda Comforting Tea, we were treated to an aromatherapy journey, a stress-relieving hand massage, makeup finishing touch and a hair consultation.

For more than an hour and a half, we were scrubbed and rubbed, primped and pampered.

My hands were smoothed, my eyes were de-puffed.

A tinted moisturizer evened out my skin tone, and beautiful green shadows was swept across my eyelid. My locks, still wet from a post-run, shower were deftly braided into a chic style that I'm antsy to re-create.

More than getting dolled up, it was a learning experience. It was incredibly interesting to learn more about my favorite hair care and beauty company and the science behind the products. The consultant, Alisha, who helped me was incredibly knowledgeable and was quick to point out that health and wellness isn't just about eating right and exercising. It's about taking care of you, as a person. 

And today, Heather and I took care of us. Our friendship. And a couple little plastic cards.

Hello, new Mosscara (in Earth). I will wear you tomorrow.

Ten for Tuesday

I like games.

I particularly like Scrabble and all things that try to be like Scrabble. Mostly because I can beat people but other games are fun, too. They take up time and, the good ones, use your mind.

Like this one: The 10-question game that began on Another Mother Runner, courtesy of Sarah.

1. Best run ever: The first time I ran 4 miles. I didn't have much confidence that I could complete the distance but a co-worker told me that if I could run 3 miles then I could run 4. While his words didn't convince me to register for the Galloping Gobbler, Mark and I set out for a 4-miler on Thanksgiving morning 2009. It felt terribly difficult but incredibly rewarding, and I'll never forget the sense of accomplishment I felt that day.

2. Three words that describe my running: Necessary. Rewarding. Sweaty.

3. My go-to running outfit: Anything that doesn't smell otherwise I'm not very particular. This summer, I've spent a lot of time in Nike Tempo shorts and a Handful bra.

4. Quirky habit while running: I don't have any. My running habits are perfectly normal. Except that I  have to run an even number. If I'm supposed to run 5 miles and the MOTOACTV says 4.93, I will run past my house and down the block to hit 5. I also must walk a block before starting my run.

5. Morning, midday, evening: When it fits in but preferably in the morning. I hate the feeling of having to fit in a run hang over my head. I'd rather get it done early and feel good all day. That said, I was a total lazeball this morning and had no desire to get in my 4 miles. I am bribing myself with a new "This American Life" podcast to go out tonight after BODYPUMP rehearsing.

6. I won't run when it's: Below 10 degrees. Single temperatures and me don't mix but otherwise I'm game.

7. Worst injury - and how I got over it: Injury: Pregnancy. Got over it: C-section. All glibness aside, I've been incredible blessed as a runner, and I have not sustained any serious injuries. I credit it to a fairly conservative approach, good shoes and lots of strength training. Oh, and lots of luck.

8. I felt most like a badass mother runner when: I did a 6.5-mile tempo run with the BOB. I was tired. I was cranky. And I was unenthusiastic. However, I somehow managed to push through all of that and channel my anger, achieving some respectable splits and learning that I don't have to limit myself as a mother runner.

9. Next race: Fort-4-Fitness 4-miler on Sept. 29 and then it's the Columbus Marathon on Oct. 21!

10. Potential running goal for 2013: PR the crap out of a spring half marathon. I'm thinking Carmel or Wisconsin. Or both. You know, because I like to double the fun.

10 things I hate about you, Wednesday

1. My alarm went off 4:55. Sure it was planned, the idea being that I would get up early, squeeze in a 6-mile hill run solo and get home before Mark went to school. But 4:55 is still pretty figgin' early.

2. Miles woke up at 5:10 as I made my last "just in case" visit to the bathroom. I made two unsuccessful attempts at putting him back down and called it a morning at 5:20 a.m.

3. As I drank not one but two cups of coffee from my new Keurig Vue, I bemoaned the fact that after 14 months, I'm still more than willing to play the martyr. If I had any sense, I still would have gone on my solo run and left Miles with Mark. Instead, I let Mark sleep as I entertained the little man.

4. While I entertained the idea of running after Miles' bed time, I acknowledged that didn't work out so well last week and should do a modified hill run at the very least. The run would be my seventh straight with the BOB, my last free outing being the Indianapolis Women's Half Marathon.

5. I lost any coolness that might have ever existed in my fibers by listening to Elmo radio on Pandora. However, I must thank Running Chronicles for the genius idea because Miles did not fuss one bit during our run.


6. Hills suck. They suck even more when you are pushing a stroller. And if they could get worse, a decidedly lethargic dog will make it so.

7. I really wanted an omelet with egg whites and Laughing Cow Vegetable Cream Cheese Spread but it violates my no-dairy rule. And then I was going to make Banana-Pineapple Pancakes, subbing coconut milk for almond milk, only to discover we were out of bananas.

8. The vending machine Diet Coke that cost me 75 cents was barely cold to the touch.

9. I'm not one to post things like this, very TMI things like this, but for the second time in two weeks I'm taking my purse to the bathroom ... if you get my drift. Despite being on medication to avoid these sorts of things.

10. I'm trying out a BodyMedia FIT for this here blog, and you would think I still had flashing red lights strapped to me the way people are talking to me. Unless you are bringing me a cold Diet Coke, a hot cup of coffee (yes, that would make three) or the doughnut I've been craving all week, you don't need to talk to me.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend what will likely be 20 minutes on hold so I can get Miles' shot records for day care. Too bad there wasn't a sequel called "11 Things I Hate About You" instead of that dumb TV show.

Girl power: A race recap

76 degrees, 90 percent humidity and a red flag at the start.

The days leading up to the Women’s Half Marathon were spent worrying about Hurricane Isaac, and runners were posting “what if” scenarios on the races Facebook page -- What if it rains? What if it rains a lot? What if there’s thunderstorms?

The what if we should have asked: What if the humidity smacks you across the face when you step outside the hotel.

L and I stayed at the race hotel, the Hyatt, and were happy to discover that the starting line was just outside the door. In its second year, the race is still relatively small (a couple thousand runners between the half marathon and 5K) and the start is very informal. It was actually more like herding svelte cattle into a corral and then getting them to move.

I am not a fan of these starts but understand that a corral system might require more logistics than the race can handle. Nonetheless, I will pause to make a public service announcement: Race directors, if this is your start MO please advise walkers and slower runners to move to the back. While I am by no means fast, I will admit to letting race excitement get the best of me and (mentally) curse people not going at my pace.

Back to the recap …

Miles 1-3 (9:10, 9:02, 9:09)

Just before the start, the race director announced that because of the temperature and humidity that the race was red flagged. Runners were participating at their own risk and should take care to go slow and hydrate.

The gun went off, and I moved excitedly across the line. I quickly found myself dodging groups of walkers and slower runners. I wasted a lot of energy as I tried to find in a space where I could go my own pace.

I knew that I was probably going too fast as we made our way past Lucas Oil Stadium and Indiana’s capital monuments. But I am me, and I knew my splits were on track for a sub-2 so I decided to hold on and focus on form.

Miles 4-6 (9:27, 9:40, 9:38)

I was so excited to finally get to arrive at the Hyatt on Friday night that I forgot my pre-race breakfast in the car, and I ended up buying a cinnamon raisin bagel at Starbucks pre-race to split with L. It sat heavy in my stomach but even still I was committed to fueling as I have been through training. I took two Swedish fish at mile 2 and another two at mile 4.

My fueling attempt at mile 4 went a bit awry, though. I ate my fish and a quarter-mile later I sort of ate them again if you know what I mean. It was quite obvious that the heat was already taking its toll on me despite my efforts to hydrate before and during the race – I stopped at every water stop, walking through to make sure I actually got water in my mouth.

And from there, well, things got a bit dicey. As we ran through the Old Northside District, an area of beautiful homes and tree-lined streets, I felt my stomach begin to grumble. It seemed like it was something that might ease so I took a chance and ran past the portable bathroom near mile 5.

We rounded toward the Indianapolis State Fairgrounds, and I cursed myself for passing up the bathroom. I gave real thought to turning around and finding it but pressed on, sure that there had to be another opportunity.

Miles 7-9 (11:55, 9:48, 10:14)

As we ran down a busy street, lined with retail such as Family Dollar and Walgreen’s, I eyed a portable bathroom just across the street. I looked for a break in traffic and darted toward it.

I have never had a scarier experience than using that bathroom. It must have been on uneven pavement because it shook as I stepped in and I had to brace myself as I sat down.

I made a conscious decision not to stop my watch because I didn’t want to know a split that might have been had my stomach been kinder. I’m pretty sure I managed to get myself together in about 2 minutes, which wasn’t going to make or break my time at this point.

And mentally, I knew that. If I hadn’t realized it before, I knew it then: This race was not going to be my race. My goals that I posted Friday were shoved aside and my hopes became to finish, not walk and, if at all possible, complete the course at a sub-10 pace. I relaxed my shoulders and did my best to stay strong as I saw woman after woman begin to walk and form suffer. I eyed a couple people to stay with and used them as motivators.

We were heading back to downtown Indianapolis when I saw Kim with her race buddy/college roommate. Kim has been doing some insane mileage – 50-mile weeks and 10-milers with her cutey patooty Leo – and had hoped to go sub-2. Like me, though, the weather had taken its toll. I chatted with her for a bit and then went on my way.

Miles 10-13 (9:45, 10:02, 9:58, 8:55)

The great thing about a women’s only race is that there are lots of male supporters out on the course. I saw lots of dads with kids, and I couldn’t help but think of seeing Miles and Mark along the course. The thought of Miles’ excited face, the one he gives me when I come home from work, gave me a needed boost as we went through the IUPUI campus and IU Medical Center.

Of course, my favorites were the younger guys – more than likely out supporting girlfriends – and their clever signs. “Go, Stranger, Go (& Courtney)” and “Worst Parade Ever.” I offered to throw that guy my remaining Swedish fish but thought best to keep a couple for mile 12.

Mile 12 was kind of a marker for me. I had mentally allowed myself to relax those last few miles under the pretense that at mile 12, I would kick it. I made myself do strides – sprinting to one light pole and relaxing till the next until we came into the final half-mile.

As we were about to head into White River State Park, I spotted a girl in a tutu about a tenth-mile ahead. I decided a tutu could not beat a Team Sparkle skirt. Not today. Not ever. And so I kicked it. Kicked it hard, apparently, because I found myself passing her far earlier than I anticipated. I then picked another woman, looking strong-ish, and chased.

I was nearing the finish line when I heard L and my new friends, Penny and Laura, screaming my name. I dug deep, channeling their energy, and pushed harder than I thought across the finish line. The final 500 feet were at a sub-7 pace.

Final time: 2:09:12.

Post-race

I moved a bit slowly, grabbing water and a banana, trying to gauge whether my final effort would come back to haunt me but thankfully the nausea eased. Finishers were given a medal and a rose, and I found myself happy for the amenities of a women’s only race.

I met up with my cheering section, and we ambled over to the post-race party. I admit that I don’t usually stick around for these sorts of things and my only frame of reference is Rock ‘n’ Roll New Orleans. That said, this race brought it, and I think it will take something big to live up to the party.

Mimosas.

There was chocolate milk, fruit, a taco-flavored warp, shrimp and beer.

And I’m not talking Bud Light. There were Indiana craft brews, and I celebrated making it through a somewhat disappointing but inspired 13.1 miles with a Razz-Wheat from Oaken Barrel Brewing Co.

It might not have gone the way I wanted but I’m already planning to go back next year.

I am woman, see me run

In case you missed it, the women who make running with a stroller look cool (Dimity and Sarah) featured me on Another Mother Runner as part of their Follow This Mother Series. Call me humbled. And if you are visiting via the post, I want to say hi and thanks for visiting.

In case I missed it, I'm running a half-marathon this weekend. Oops.

I've planning on participating in the Indianapolis Women's Half Marathon for quite some time, making travel arrangements with L (who is doing the 5K) and (unsuccessfully) trying to get today off work. September just seemed so far away and the race didn't seem like something that I needed to worry about in the thick of marathon training.

Well, September is almost here. Like, tomorrow. It might do me some good to worry - just a little bit - about the race.

The outfit. Since this is a no joke all-women's race, I figure that I should bring the glam. I'll be wearing a fuchsia tank, blue Team Sparkle skirt and polka dot Spibelt. This race will also be one of the last times running in my beloved pink Nike Structure Triax. This summer, I've ran close to 400 miles - 140 miles in August alone.

The carbs. I had a coconut-peach wheat pancake for breakfast - definitely a good start. If I can get away for lunch, I'm antsy to get some brown rice rolls from Fresh Market. If not, I have a PB&J that I packed for the drive. Dinner? Well, that's a bit tougher. Finding a restaurant that's dairy-free friendly isn't easy but I found Coal Pizza Company, which offers goat cheese as an option. Ain't nothing bad about that.

The goals. We all know I'd be lying if I said my only goal would be to finish but that is my base goal. It's so easy to think of a half as nothing after some intense training works but the race is still 13.1 miles and a lot can go down.

So ... Goal C: Get it done.

Goal B: Run aggressively yet smoothly.

Goal A: Beat my time from the Martian Invasion Half Marathon in April. I ran a 2:00:27 (I think), and I know I'm far stronger now than I was.

Goal A+++: Don't whine if it rains (and use it as an excuse to buy a new hat at the expo).

Marathon Monday: Break the habit

I am training for the Columbus Marathon and following a schedule loosely based on the "Train Like A Mother" finish it plan. These posts document my training.

The week, in running:
Wednesday: 5 miles* (+stroller)
Thursday: 7 miles, negative split
Friday: 5 miles* (+stroller)
Sunday: 14.4 miles, long run

*One of my 5-mile runs this week was supposed to include 3 miles at marathon pace. Both days, I thought I kept it relatively "easy" but ended up fairly close to the prescribed workout. Wednesday's run included miles at 9:17, 9:23 and 9:22; Friday's splits were 9:47, 9:16, 9:14, 9:25 and 9:24. My pie in the sky dream is a 4-hour marathon, which is a 9:09 pace, and my "let's get it but be realistic" goal is a 4:15, a 9:44 pace.

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My summer vacation is over. Well, it's technically Mark's summer vacation that is coming to an end but it's also been a break for me, too.

I've been able to run the miles that have been prescribed for me without so much as a third thought. (I was going to type a second thought but there's always a second thought in parenting.) Mark and Miles would join me for the runs they could, or at least part of a run, and I could go out on my own as need be. Mark would push the BOB for tempo runs so I could run hard without resistance I could shower without worrying about my climber taking the stairs or turning on Elmo. There was always coffee waiting, and I could pack my lunch with two hands.

As the school year resumes, I will revisit my days running with both the stroller and the dog and logging as many miles as someone (ahem, Miles) allows. It's a fine routine - waking up, giving Miles breakfast and heading out for 5 miles before coming home to Elmo and a hot shower.

It just doesn't jibe with marathon training.

My weekday runs are getting longer (though I'm capping them at 8 miles) and the quality runs are getting more intense (hello, 4x1 tempo this week). It's not practical nor is it appealing to take the stroller out for that long, and the dog has a limit of 5 miles until it gets cooler. Mark and I have talked a lot (read: Kim has obsessed while Mark plays on his iPad) about what my options are, and I think I have a few solid choices.

1. Take the stroller. I still have some 5-mile runs in the mix, and I even think I can test my child for 6 miles. This plan is dependent on Miles waks

However, I did learn that this option does not work two days in a row. I set my alarm for 5 a.m. Friday only to get up, get dressed and lay down on the couch. I got up an hour later when the boys started stirring and ended up taking Miles and Denali on a 5-mile run.

3. Go halfsies. For longer runs, I can get up at dawn and log part of my run before swinging by the house to pick up the BOB and dog. This option requires Mark to ready the boys and stand in the street but it could work on days like Friday when I don't want to get up.

Of course, I think it will take a couple weeks to see how things shake out and figure out what I like best. And to remember what it is like to push a BOB for 5 miles.

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The winner of "Train Like a Mother" is ...

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CERISE. Email your mailing info to hlthystrides (at) gmail (dot) com, and I will get you a copy.
 

Three Things Thursday: Thoughts on #TLAM

The moment I saw it on my boss's desk I knew it had to be mine. Maybe it was a guttural reaction - "Ooh, something pretty. Something bright. Me want. Me want right now." Or maybe it was because that over the past year, which has been spent running and mothering, I have found myself following all things Dimity and Sarah - their Twitter feeds, the Run Like a Mother Facebook page and listening to the podcasts.

Source

I asked my boss if I could borrow it and took it back to my desk, where I thumbed through it periodically throughout the afternoon. I gave it back at the end of the day but longed to borrow it for, let's say, a more extended period of time. When the book was still there a couple weeks later (it was sent to the paper for review), I stealthily took it back to my desk where it would sit for several weeks. I'd read it as I had time, eating lunch and mapping out my training schedule.

Eventually, I knew I had to put it in the charity sale pile and get my own. Since then, the book has been a constant companion. I refer to it when planning my runs for the week and read it in bed before drifting off to sleep. (Yes, I've even slept with it under my pillow.) I'll open it up when I'm feeling less than enthusiastic about running and read the often hilarious stories of other mother runners or those of Sarah and Dimity themselves. I've even considered getting the Kindle edition just to have more convenient access.

It's official: I' a complete tool but what can I say, I enjoy "Train Like a Mother." Let's count the ways:

1. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. Yes, the overall purpose of the book is to encourage mother runners to train for and tackle a distance of their choosing and even challenge them to go farther. However, Dimity and Sarah realize that it's not easy, and they share personal stories of struggle and triumph.

2. You don't have to read the whole thing. Of course, you should but let's be honest, not all of us have time to sit and read a book. I've been reading Scott Jurek's "Eat & Run" for more than a month and the Kindle says I'm just 47 percent of the way through. (My slowness is not a testament to the quality of the book. I really like it but just haven't made time for it.) With "Train Like a Mother," you can pick it up, read a chapter and go back to it three weeks down the trail. You can also refer to specific sections in a time of need. Injured? Read that chapter. If your race is in a couple weeks, glance through the chapters on nutrition and race day.

3. The training plans. Duh. Even though I've made some adjustments, the core of my Columbus Marathon training schedule is from "Train Like a Mother." The plans offer a challenge to runners with even the "Finish It" options incorporating quality workouts. The quality workouts vary, too, which is nice. One week, it might be tempo. The next week might be hills. (Yay. Hills. No exclamation points here.) I particularly like the inclusion of shorter runs for a bit of mental break.

I will say that I was a bit disappointed at first with the plans because they didn't spell out to do strength training, and I had to figure out how to incorporate my BODYPUMP classes. However, after listening to an Another Mother Runner podcast, I was made hip to the strength training chapter (which is why you should make an effort to read the whole book). Not only do they include the benefits of resistance training, especially in regards to running, but there's a plan. Another plan, I tell you! It includes body-weight exercises such as tricep dips and push-ups as well as some wicked ab exercises.

Just take a look. (Please excuse the lame question at the end - no ab exercises are favorites.)

OK, I might not be such a great example but there's a video of the workout on Another Mother Runner with the genius behind the workout demonstrating.

Have you read "Train Like a Mother"? Do you want to? I'm feeling gifty today, and I will give away a copy of "Train Like a Mother" to one of you fine folks. There are no crazy rules for this, I guess, giveaway because I don't want to have any. And I'm in charge. Until Miles wakes up from his nap.

Leave a comment - any comment - and via random selection, I will pick a winner on Sunday. The lucky reader will be announced in my Marathon Monday post. Happy training!

 Winners have 72-hours from the announcement time to claim their prize by e-mailing me. Otherwise another entrant will be selected. The winning entrant must have followed the above listed guidelines, or else their entry will be invalid. Only U.S. readers may enter.

Baby (not) on board

Miles has been a runner from Day 1.

Running the W.O.O.F  just a day before I found out I was pregnant to keeping up with a regular routine until 37 weeks pregnant, it's been "our" thing.

Sure I had to stop for a couple weeks before I delivered and the requisite six weeks post-partum but as soon as I got the green light from my doctor, Miles was strapped into the BOB via the car seat adapter and we were on the go.

In the early days, running allowed him (read: me) to break up the monotony of the day and catch a quick rest from our nurse, cry, nurse, cry, sleep routine.

As he grew older, the run still offered a nice break in the day but it also gave him a chance to get fresh air and see new things as his world grew.

 

Running was also a nice activity we could do as a family, and it offered Mark and I the opportunity to do things like talk without a baby crawling up your leg or interrupting the other one to scream, "NO FACE!"

While much of our running admittedly was about my sanity, I knew - really knew - that Miles enjoyed it. He babbled and cooed in the beginning and eventually began squealing and screaming "dog" with excitement for nearly 300 miles (and that's a conservative estimate) over the past year.

But times ... they are a changing.

We have gone from screaming "dog" to just screaming and the number of whines even during a short 3-mile run are notable. He no longer kicks his legs up on the safety strap to play with his feet; he just kicks. And though he does get into the stroller willingly, he is so antsy to get out that he practically flings himself on the floor.

It's frustrating to say the least. Not only has the BOB been my life line - literally at times - but I really enjoy these times as a family and I think it's important to set a positive example in terms of exercise. I know he can see me leave for a run and will be able to recognize those efforts as he gets older but I want him to feel included in the sport.

I always thought that by acclimating Miles to the stroller early on and keeping a routine that I would be able to avoid dissension and get what I hoped for. There have been few toys or distractions included, as well, in that vain as for him to believe the run itself is entertainment.

Now? Well, if it keeps him happy in the stroller, I'm willing to try it. He's not at an age where a cup of Annie's Cheddar Bunnies or a graham cracker could keep him occupied and he definitely does not have the dexterity nor attention span to watch Elmo on an iPod. I could try to sing to him or play games but Miles merely laughs at my musical attempts and, to be honest, I need my breath.

So a loss, I am at. I want him to enjoy the stroller again and I want to encourage it in a cruelty-free way. Help!