My God, could my post title be any longer?!

When I wrote my post after the race, I felt a bit rushed. My mom wanted to get to her campground earlier rather than later, so I tried to shorten it. (I know, I didn’t do such a good job with that, now, did I?)

My after thoughts:

  • I gave up on myself way too early. When I saw my second mile was already in the ten minute range, I thought, “well, there go my time goals.”  I wanted all of my miles to be in the 9 minute range, and already I’d lost that. Never mind it was for a much needed pee break (even though I’d visited the porta potties twice in the hour we spent at the start line – call me a nervous runner with a nervous bladder.)  I’d never run 9 minute miles for all of my long runs, with less hills, so why did I think I would miraculously do so on race day? Just from the adrenaline?
  • To steal a phrase of MsV1959 (her Twitter name, her blog is Gymnotes), the “awful mental chick” was in town for that run. I began to think I was not meant for racing, I wasn’t mentally strong enough, and maybe I should just continue running at 5 or 6 a.m. in the morning when no one could see me. I also thought I’d let down the relay team next year if I ran this crappy.  I wondered if I’d started to concentrate on too many goals atone time – writing, running, spending time volunteering? Will I ever be more than mediocre? (Yes, the tiny violin player had come out, all set to play for my pity party.)
  • I’d taken a lot of ribbing from my family about being a high maintenance runner.  I had to have my pink Camelbak, Gus, endurolytes in case I needed them, and of course, I needed my iPod. (God forbid I not have that.)  Meanwhile, my brother gets dressed, has one Gu with him, and he’s set to go, after only running for 6 weeks. And kicked my ass while doing it, but that was already a foregone conclusion.  I think I let all the ribbing get to me, even though I know they didn’t mean it in a mean way.
  • So many people run for so many good causes.  There were people running with tshirts on, running in honor of babies, literally, who had died from cancer.
  • I saw a blind girl on the sidelines, cheering around mile 7, and thought “she looks so excited. I wonder how that must “feel” to her, feeling the tremors of all these people pounding the pavement right next to her.”
  • I was able to really make eye contact connections with some spectators.  Have you ever done that before? It’s just for a fleeting moment or two, but in that moment or two, I feel so happy and a real, genuine smile seems to cross both of our faces.  It’s my way of saying “thank you” for the support, for coming out and cheering so many people on that you don’t even know.
  • I never want to build up a race so much in my mind again. All it did was give me extra pressure that I can do without.
  • Your diet and sleep effect so much of how you run. I slept like dog crap the night before (so did Jamie, hmmm, it didn’t seem to bother him as it did me), and I was tired from the week before, from the three kids of my sister and the energy it takes to keep up with them. But, would I have traded a minute of that week? HELL, NO!  I had so much fun with my family, and seeing those three as they develop and grow up. I don’t get to see them as much as I would like, and every time I see them, I find myself growing more attached.  

Speaking of family, my sister said it was alright for me to mention this photo, since it appeared in the online version of the Utica Observer Dispatch (courtesy Gate House Media).  Here’s my  oldest nephew, as he made his “sweaty freaks” sign. 🙂

Sean, in the Observer Dispatch at the start line

Sean, in the Observer Dispatch at the start line


A Request for Miles Donations:

If you get Sports Illustrated, then you may have already heard about this woman’s story, which can be found here. Her name is Vivian Bales (the article says “Vivian White” but I think that’s wrong), and her goal is to “run to Iraq.”  It is her hope to run her last mile with her son, who is currently stationed in Iraq.  A lot of people who ran the Boilermaker donated their miles to her. As soon as I found out about it, I did too, and plan to do so from now on, on a weekly basis.  I wrote her on Sunday and she responded to my email today – WOW!

To donate miles to her cause, she asks that you not send them more than once a week (I’m sure she is getting inundated!) You should send her an email at vbales AT consolidated DOT net. (I promised her to put it on my blog in a way that the spam robots couldn’t pick it up.)  Just think of how many miles us running bloggers could help her out, especially those of us who are training for marathons, or the RagnarRelay in February? 🙂  Please, please, please post something about this on your blogs, I think it’s such a great cause.


Tonight’s Run:

Tonight’s run was a redemption run. Five miles faster than I’ve ever done them before, I think. I say I “think” because I had to stop my watch once to give a lost driver directions (only think it took 30 seconds) and another time to wait about 15 seconds for traffic, so as to not become human roadkill. These splits were better than any others I’ve had, and I’m especially happy with mile 2, which has the “hills.”

Tonight’s run, whose miles will be donated, had these stats – overall time of 45:18, average pace 9:04.

  • Mile 1: 8:56
  • Mile 2: 8:51
  • Mile 3: 9:48 (fighting the “mental chick,” walking a short bit, taking some Gus, stripping off the running shirt)
  •  Mile 4: 8:58
  • Mile 5: 8:45

I kept thinking on tonight’s run, YES, Willie was right. I DO have more in me than what Sunday’s race results show. Even if next week’s race is not great, or I can’t do it because of work, I’ve got tonight.

Thanks for reading.