Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Marathon Training 2016

I wanted to cry on Sunday. Actually, I did cry on Sunday. First, I ran on Sunday instead of Saturday because we were unable to find someone to stay with the boy on Saturday morning. The good news is one of the other Saturday runners turned up on Sunday, so at least I had someone to talk to for the 18 mile run. I’ve been better this last week about getting my mid week runs in and doing my stretching and strength exercises - and when I say better that means that I’ve been doing them occasionally rather than not at all. So the good news is my piriformis, which had been hurting, felt pretty good all week. 

The first half of the run was OK. I was feeling a little winded or sluggish or something. In addition to not getting as many mid-week miles as I should have, I think one of the reasons I have been having bad long runs is that I’m not fueling enough. So I made sure to take a Gu before the run, and then at 5 miles and then at 10ish miles. But that third Gu didn’t give me the burst of energy that I wanted and by the time we got to mile 12/13 I was done. We were back at North Ave. and I told my running partner to go ahead without me. She had been slowing down with me, even walking when I wanted to walk, and giving me encouragement. It helped, and it was sweet, but at this point I was feeling defeated and just wanted to be alone. I told her I might take a cab back so she didn’t worry and went into the bathroom.

After making sure the group left, I called Mr. H. to let him know that it was going to be a while before I got home. He offered to hop into a cab and come get me, but I said no. I was going to sit for a while and then run walk back to Montrose. I’d make it, it would just take some time. This is where the tears came in. I told him I just didn’t know what was wrong with me. The last several weeks I have been off, and I keep waiting to have that one good run to make me feel better. Since I don’t run with my phone, I had borrowed the hydration station worker’s phone, and she was nice enough to ask if I was ok and reminded me that some days your body just doesn’t want to do what you want it to do. I get it, I just seem to be having a lot of those days.

So I walked down to the water, took my shoes and socks off, and waded out into the lake. It was nice to cool off and just relax for a bit. Sitting there in the water I ran through all the things that have been going on - being sick, having an injury, stress of work and buying a house and the million other things that come up and thought that maybe marathon training is too much. Maybe it's time to give up this pastime. Eventually I started walking back to Montrose. I walked for a mile or so and then finally decided I could run. I don't know what pace I was going those last couple of miles, I didn't bother looking at my watch. When I made it home, I was tired and defeated.

Now that it's a few days later I'm still tired and defeated, but I managed to get through a five mile run today. We'll see how tomorrow's nine mile goes. I haven't given up yet - not totally anyway - but I'm not predicting a PR this year. At this point I just want to finish marathon training and finish the marathon. 

So that’s where I am. Not where I want to be, but as they say, life is a marathon, not a sprint. And nothing is more of a marathon than marathon training. 

Saturday, September 3, 2016

My little earthquake

This morning I felt the earthquake. Did you know there was an earthquake this morning? There was. It was in Pawnee, Oklahoma, which is north of Oklahoma City. It happened a few minutes after 7 a.m. I felt my bed shake, and I thought it was a truck, but then the bed didn't stop shaking, and I didn’t hear the rumbling of a truck. Then it did stop, and I didn't really think anything else about it, until I got on to Facebook a minute or two later and there was my aunt who lives just outside Oklahoma City saying that she was just woken up by an earthquake, and I thought ‘woah, seriously, did I actually feel that?’ 

I kept waiting for people to start reporting that they felt it in Chicago, but no, no one was doing that, and so I made a joke on my aunt’s post about how I either felt the earthquake in Chicago or I am so in tune with my family in Oklahoma I feel it when they are shaking. 

I didn’t really think that I had just imagined it and it was pretty coincidental for me to feel shaking at pretty much the same time that there is an earthquake in Oklahoma, and so I searched for other people saying they felt it in Chicago. Did you know there are website that you can go to that lists out all the earthquakes (over 1.5) all over the world? I mean, of course there is. And so yes, the Pawnee earthquake showed up, right about the time I felt it, but I already knew that. Then reports started coming in that people felt it in North Dakota, which is pretty far north, but also much further west than Chicago. And my friends on Facebook began to question if I really felt it, asking if maybe it wasn't a garbage truck or perhaps a disturbance in the force (both viable options). 

By this point it was after 8 and I needed coffee. So I bribed the child with a donut and got him out to Starbucks. I wanted to ask everyone I passed on the street “did you feel the earthquake?” When I went into Starbucks I was a little let down that one of the usual Saturday morning baristas wasn't there because I could have asked him, he at least kinda knows me. Anyone else would probably just think I was a weirdo - I am a weirdo, but still. I saw a neighbor - but we’re waving neighbors, not cross the street to say hi neighbors - and plus he had his headphones in, so I didn’t ask him.
 
Oddly, my sister is in San Francisco. So while there’s a good chance she will feel an earthquake, she wouldn’t have felt this one. My husband is out running along with a good portion of my friends, so I have few people to ask if they too felt it. Returning home, my downstairs neighbor was in the yard and I asked her if she felt it. Nope, she was up, but didn’t feel anything. 

Maybe it was a truck, or I was asleep and I dreamt it. How could I be the only person in Chicago to have felt that? But finally, finally, there were reports of other people in Chicago saying they felt it. And maybe we all felt the same garbage truck, but at least I know I wasn't imagining things. 

It’s a funny thing to be waiting for someone else to confirm that no you are not crazy and yes we believe you. It was like it didn’t happen if I couldn’t share the experience with anyone else. Of course, if literally no one else in Chicago said they felt it, then I probably didn’t feel the earthquake and it was a silent slow, but shaky truck. But others did feel it. No one I know, which is kinda disappointing for some reason. I want that sense of a shared experience of knowing that we both went through the same thing. And unfortunately (though of course, very fortunately for me), the experience my family members went through isn’t the same. Because mine is much less exciting and traumatic - though thankfully all of my family is okay. My aunt and cousins and other family in Oklahoma, they know they went through an earthquake. They had no doubts. My little bed-shake was probably what Regan first experienced when she was initially possessed. A minor shake, a truck going by, nothing to worry about. Certainly not a demon possessing my soul - and definitely not an earthquake.

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