Wednesday, October 24
i do run run run I do run run
Okay folks, It's that time agian- where I ask you to give me suggestions for songs to put on matt's iPod Nano (that is if he lets me borrow it) for the NYC marathon. My only requirements are that the music is up beat! Choose NYC related songs, good running songs, or just your favorite so I can think of you during the five-ish minutes it's playing!
Tuesday, October 23
running
I had a wonderful run in Iowa with Andrew this weekend. Scenic and rolling landscapes welcomed us- as we hoofed through beautiful neighborhoods, and their lovely running paths. Paths took us by streams, rivers, ponds, and lakes-- as this watery portion of the run was also in the last half of the course- I lasted FOREVER! We had a lovely cool day, and Des Moines is far lovelyier that I imagined.
On a similar note, I am attempting to eat my last cookie for the next 11 days. For my sanity and love of cookies I will qualify that statement by saying any ohey goody cookie type substance that is over 100 calories shouldn't cross my lips until I cross the NYC marathon finish line. An eleven day cookie fast, shouldn't be soo bad. All these refined sugars really slow me down when I run- so here's to a better race. Wish me luck.
On a similar note, I am attempting to eat my last cookie for the next 11 days. For my sanity and love of cookies I will qualify that statement by saying any ohey goody cookie type substance that is over 100 calories shouldn't cross my lips until I cross the NYC marathon finish line. An eleven day cookie fast, shouldn't be soo bad. All these refined sugars really slow me down when I run- so here's to a better race. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, October 17
endurance
RUNNING:
I received an e-mail today proclaiming that there are only 18 days remaining until the NYC marathon! Really? I can't believe it's so soon. Granted when I've trained for other events, it was six months from the race day, and this time I opted to start training maybe two and a half months before the race. After this weekend's last long run, I will offically begin my taper. For the first time in recent history I've been doing the majority of my training alone. While I enjoyed training with Mr. K this summer- I do enjoy the long runs alone. But if you ask me during that run, I may disagree with you. So this weekend rather than do a twenty-mile run alone, I'm going with Andrew to Des Moines. Where we have both registered for their marathon. Only I'm just going to run twenty miles, and let Andrew run the full 26.2. I'll get the crowd, the benefits of being in a race (water and Gatorade- I hope), and perhaps my only chance to do a marathon with Andrew.
SURVIORSHIP DUES:
I went in for my regular six-month poking from my oncologist (short story, all is good I'm okay, but annoyed). I've heard other cancer survivors refer to these visits similar to seeing a parole officer. I've never been on parole, but I imagine that it could be as annoying as the blood taking, the repeating medical history to the new intern so he doesn't have to read my chart, and then getting poked and prodded. This will only be aggravated by the huge medical bill I'll receive in three months for the fifteen seconds I actually saw Dr. Chen- and the ten or so words he may have spoken to me. What a rip off. Plus none of this will ultimately indicate to anyone if I've relapsed- a good ole' CT scan will. I'd like to skip my Dr. Chen visit and just get the CT scan, then have my radiologist, Dr. Minn give me the results - he's far more personable.
I received an e-mail today proclaiming that there are only 18 days remaining until the NYC marathon! Really? I can't believe it's so soon. Granted when I've trained for other events, it was six months from the race day, and this time I opted to start training maybe two and a half months before the race. After this weekend's last long run, I will offically begin my taper. For the first time in recent history I've been doing the majority of my training alone. While I enjoyed training with Mr. K this summer- I do enjoy the long runs alone. But if you ask me during that run, I may disagree with you. So this weekend rather than do a twenty-mile run alone, I'm going with Andrew to Des Moines. Where we have both registered for their marathon. Only I'm just going to run twenty miles, and let Andrew run the full 26.2. I'll get the crowd, the benefits of being in a race (water and Gatorade- I hope), and perhaps my only chance to do a marathon with Andrew.
SURVIORSHIP DUES:
I went in for my regular six-month poking from my oncologist (short story, all is good I'm okay, but annoyed). I've heard other cancer survivors refer to these visits similar to seeing a parole officer. I've never been on parole, but I imagine that it could be as annoying as the blood taking, the repeating medical history to the new intern so he doesn't have to read my chart, and then getting poked and prodded. This will only be aggravated by the huge medical bill I'll receive in three months for the fifteen seconds I actually saw Dr. Chen- and the ten or so words he may have spoken to me. What a rip off. Plus none of this will ultimately indicate to anyone if I've relapsed- a good ole' CT scan will. I'd like to skip my Dr. Chen visit and just get the CT scan, then have my radiologist, Dr. Minn give me the results - he's far more personable.
Tuesday, October 9
it was snowing at last year's marathon!
First of all watching Andrew run in horrid conditions on Sunday along with countless other runners was shocking. I was at mile 8, 10, and mile 17. The first time I saw Andrew, he told me there was no water at the first two water stops, and promptly drained my water bottle. A handful of runners had gotten off the course at that point. Prior to proceeding on to my next spot to find Andrew, I filled my backpack with bottles of water and gatoraid.
At mile ten I missed seeing Andrew, but at this points sirens became a steady sound, and I saw two runners hit the ground. Lying on the pavement unable to move, or just sitting on the sidewalk waiting for a medic.
I was at mile 17 when the race was canceled, waiting for Andrew to pass. He was only minutes away when an ambulance rushed towards us, and stopped the steady flow of participants. A police officer gathered the crowd around and announced the hospitals were filling up with too many runners, and that the race was canceled.
I saw:
• At least four runners laying on the sidewalks,
• Handfuls of participants walk off the course at mile 8
• Sirens echoed from 10 AM until I took Andrew home at 2.
• Runners fetching their own water from corner stores!
As soon as I got to the runners fire fighters were opening hydrants that shot steady arches above the quite streets teaming with exhausted runners, and spectators searching for their friends and family. I moved towards the crowd of former runners, and after about a mile of searching found Andrew. Once I handed him and his running friends the water and Gatoraid, and followed them back to the start line. It was crazy! Ambulances were everywhere, volunteers didn’t look like they knew what was going on, and the crowds we’re hot, smelly, and unrelenting.
At the Team In Training tent, we witnessed a team member nearly pass out from heat exhaustion while waiting for over a half hour for medics to arrive.
I did an 18 mile run on Saturday in similar heat, but I carried my own water, and started about two hours earlier than the marathon did.
At mile ten I missed seeing Andrew, but at this points sirens became a steady sound, and I saw two runners hit the ground. Lying on the pavement unable to move, or just sitting on the sidewalk waiting for a medic.
I was at mile 17 when the race was canceled, waiting for Andrew to pass. He was only minutes away when an ambulance rushed towards us, and stopped the steady flow of participants. A police officer gathered the crowd around and announced the hospitals were filling up with too many runners, and that the race was canceled.
I saw:
• At least four runners laying on the sidewalks,
• Handfuls of participants walk off the course at mile 8
• Sirens echoed from 10 AM until I took Andrew home at 2.
• Runners fetching their own water from corner stores!
As soon as I got to the runners fire fighters were opening hydrants that shot steady arches above the quite streets teaming with exhausted runners, and spectators searching for their friends and family. I moved towards the crowd of former runners, and after about a mile of searching found Andrew. Once I handed him and his running friends the water and Gatoraid, and followed them back to the start line. It was crazy! Ambulances were everywhere, volunteers didn’t look like they knew what was going on, and the crowds we’re hot, smelly, and unrelenting.
At the Team In Training tent, we witnessed a team member nearly pass out from heat exhaustion while waiting for over a half hour for medics to arrive.
I did an 18 mile run on Saturday in similar heat, but I carried my own water, and started about two hours earlier than the marathon did.
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