Friday, February 27, 2009
Please stick with us!!!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The new Camelbak totally works. I used it for Carnevale in Muggia on Saturday night. We rode the bus there and back (I promise we weren't the only ones dressed up. There were even other pigs on the bus!) and to take away the plasticky taste, I threw in some (a splash, really, of) homemade wine diluted with water, which the Triestini surprisingly call a SPRITZ. I used the Camelbak the next day (sans vin) for my run in Val Rosandra with Sweetie. It did the trick. I also went gel shopping on Saturday, so I'll be trying some of those out this weekend for the 20-miler .
What do you think of the costumes? Cool, huh? They're nice and warm.
Monday, February 23, 2009
It was 5 years ago that I discovered my closet romance with the Tour de France. I was ashamed of my passion for the most unbelievable demonstration of athleticism that I had ever seen. Sure, I had watched clips on ESPN before, but really - what is more boring than a bunch of guys on bikes? Well, if you have never watched the Tour, or any biking event for that matter, you are missing something amazing.
Now, five years later, I am submerged into the cycling culture (as submerged as one can be without actually being a biker.) I wish that I had been as interested in this sport 18 years ago as I am now because if I had been, I would not have missed the Spring Classics (the Ghent-Wevelgem, the La Flèche Wallonne , La Doyenne and the Paris-Brussels.) These all take place in April - and I am hopeful that I can catch a glimpse of my favorite Belgian cyclist, Tom Boonen, as he attacks the cobbles this April. (gosh, he's beautiful!) But, 18 years ago, I could have at least done an ode to Eddy Merckx ride - right? I would certainly have known to look for a younger Johan Bruyneel (the mastermind tactician behind Lance's Tour de France Victories)
Which brings me to Lance Armstrong - impressive enough in his Tour de France fame! And, as we followers know, his history is still unfinished as he has decided to ride again this year! As I have embarked on what has proven to be an amazing journey of marathon training, I am constantly reminded of Lance's retirement and his decision to run a marathon. I have done a bit of reading into his training schedule and preparation for all three of his marathons. There were naysayers, for sure, but there were more people who were convinced that his lung capacity and his dedication to training would bring him in somewhere around 2hours and 20 minutes. Armstrong's time was 2 hours, 59 minutes and 36 seconds.(barely within the 3-hour goal that he set for himself.) For his next marathon, the seven-time Tour de France winner trained harder, was injury-free and drew upon the experience of running his previous marathon and despite the fact that he referred to his first marathon as "the hardest physical thing I have ever done," he completed in his second marathon in 2 hours, 46 minutes, 43 seconds! The latest marathon that Lance ran was the Boston Marathon (2 hours, 50 minutes, and 58 seconds.)
Now, I have two thoughts on this: 1 - the fact that this man, who has endured the Tour de France on many many occasions, winning 7 of them, says that a marathon is the hardest thing he has ever done makes me very nervous (not gonna lie.) 2 - the fact that this guy has said that and gone on the run two more marathons gives me hope.
There you go, friends. I am listening to your comments.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
As an ode to Belgium, I want to share some interesting facts and details about our beloved Belgium....
Belgium has a population of 10.3 million people and if it were a state in the United States it would rank as the 8th most populous state (somewhere between Ohio and Michigan.) Despite its size, it has three official languages - does anyone know what they are?
There are over 800 kinds of beer made in Belgium and Belgians consume an average of 150 liters of beer per person each year. Despite the fact that there are so many beers to choose from, my beer of choice (the Chrysler of beers, if you will) is and continues to be Jupiler. Tell me, what is the indication of a perfectly poured glass of Jupiler?
Not to be outdone by their beverage of choice, Belgium is a culinary mecca - if for nothing else but for its chocolate, frites, and waffles.
Jean Neuhaus invented the PRALINE chocolate in Brussels and these morsels of goodness should not be passed over by ANYONE. Belgium produces 220,000 tons of chocolate per year. After many hours of enjoying the Jupiler, Kari and I would often frequent one of many Frites stands, where we would enjoy these "BELGIAN" fries (complete with mayonnaise, thank you.) Does anyone know where French Fries originated?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Next week I will be putting more miles in. I feel good and my long runs from now until the marathon will be alternating between 12 and 20 miles (there may be a short taper run that last week. I will have to check). Hopefully I will be stronger with each 20-miler.
What's your waffle topper this weekend?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Organisation : 2008
28 261 runners,
200 000 spectators,
2 700 volunteers,
9 refreshment stands (KM 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40 and finish),
On these stands
17 000 kg of bananas,
17 050 kg of oranges,
436 800 bottles of water,
2 000 kg of dried fruit,
2 000 kg of sugar (cubes),
Please note that you will find energy drink only on 2 points: km 30 and 40.
11 000 litres de jus de fruits Joker à l'arrivée,
12 000 litres de Powerade Aqua + sur les km 10, 20, 25, 30 et 35.-->
7 CAISSE D'ÉPARGNE sponge stations: 30 000 sponges,
70 music groups on the route,
20 000 runners at the Pasta Party (Saturday),
3 000 items of sports clothes (windbreaker, polo, shoes, cap) for the organisationand voluntary staff,
+ 50 000 gifts/samples distributed to spectators on the route by sponsors,
50 cars used by the organisation,
6 first aid stations on the route + 1 first aid station /massage in the finish area.
ALSO: NOTE THE FREEBIES FOR SPECTATORS! HUBBIES, YOU MAY BE IN LUCK!
So I just ran into this drawing, which is of a picture from our year in Belgium. That girl on the right is Christine, who will be meeting us in Paris. That girl in the middle is Lawna from Canada, where is she? And on the left there, that's me. We were in the Ardennes and Lawna and I thought it would be HILARIOUS if we switched sweaters. Is that what we were laughing about, Christine? Or was it something else? Do YOU remember?
Monday, February 16, 2009
Hit the wall, girfriend I did!! But it's my fault. I ate half a piece of bread before taking off. Encouraging, though, is the fact that one bite of bread (which was a chore. Eating? Nauseating idea at mile 20... we went a little over) got me through it. So it was fine, but my long runs are mfing difficult man, and full of hills (good and bad). SO I felt incredibly slow, but it went fine. I didn't have the satisfying finish I did last time (when I felt like I could do a marathon with my eyes closed), even though technically I should be able to finish 26 now that I've done 20. But I felt like I would be crawling to the end (the important thing is to finish, right?). This week I will go out and buy some gu and be done with these crises...
Anyway, I'm sort of exaggerating. The wall wasn't that hard. It's just that this was the first time that I didn't feel like if I just went a little slower I would be fine. I just didn't feel like running anymore at one point, and had to take a 5-minute walking break or so, then I ran the rest of the 15 minutes without any problem. My ice bath was too short, but my feet were freezing in there... then last night I took an Aleve and today I'm fine. Today is a day off! Thanks for the encouragement.
Short answer questions: Answer the following. Use complete sentences.
1. According to Runner B, why did she "hit the wall"?
2. How would Runner B characterize the nature of her long runs?
3. Why was Runner B's ice bath too short?
Essay question (extra credit) :
Do you think Runner B will be able to finish the Paris Marathon on two feet? Explain.
For all of you followers who simply read the posts and don't bother with the comments, this is one comment-thread that you can't skip over!!! MDR!!! - Laura-
"Good morning girl! It sounds like you might need a pick-me-up???? The run wasn't GREAT???? They say that the 20 miler is intended to give you a taste of hitting the wall. I am assuming that you hit it, right? As I ran for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles...(as the song goes) I was thinking about how crazy the obsession with running nutrition is. In fact, I drank less sports drink and mostly water. I had an orange at mile 9 or 10 (I'll reach for those every time in Paris, if they have them. They are happy in my belly.) Other than that, I didn't do a thing. Having said that, when I tell you that I don't think I could have run another step, I am not joking. But, for that matter, I feel that way after every long run and then end up running quite a few more steps the following week. My legs and achilles were SCREAMING when I was done. Immediately after my ice bath, I was worried that it hadn't done it's magic. I couldn't walk. The key for me was to sleep it off. It was somewhat like a hangover. I climbed into bed with my 3 year old ( who desperately needed to sleep off his grumpy mood) and we both took a 4 hour nap. AHHHHHH..... when I stood up from my place of rest, I was admitedly nervous about the pending pain, but was shocked to find that I was mobile and relatively pain free. RELATIVELY. I was still nervous about the prospect of shaking my bootay for four hours at our gig, but that seemed to act like a lactic-acid de-tox. Et VOILA! My recipe for happy legs and such."
PS _ i am trying to upload another picture, but Blogger is not allowing it....I'll try again soon.
This sums up the first 41 minutes of the run. I went from my house up to the Padriciano golf course to meet up with Marko, who was waiting there with his bike and his camera. (My own paparazzo?!)
circa: 2 hours +
THE BEST TASTING WATER IN THE WORLD!
Meet Marko: THE BEST PHOTOGRAPHER IN THE WORLD AND RUNNING PARTNER ON TWO WHEELS!
This is what Trieste looks like on a sunny day. This is about 20 minutes before my food crisis. Running nutrition is important. Remind me to check on that before my next long run... Here's what a food crisis feels like: you can see the GRIM REAPER hold his hand out to you, you only want to walk (towards him), your stomach hurts and the last thing you want to do is eat something. I also had a little nausea. I ate a piece of bread from my backpack and it got me through the rest of the run (left the REAPER in this tunnel here). Remind me to go GU shopping this week!
This used to have real trains going through it! I would like to say that I was going through it like a train, but that would be exaggerating just a tad. I was at about a shuffle by this point. All in all, it was tough, but it was twenty miles (the first of three 20-milers I hope to do before the marathon), which I followed up with an ice bath (ahhh!), a big omelette with asparagus, a bunch of bread, and a looooooong nap!
Thanks, Marko, for the great company and the photos!
For those of you who have known me since before I was married check out the name of the director.....
For those of you who have met my son, check out the cute kid on the wagon.....
For those of you who know of my equine friend, you probably recognize him....
Go ahead, browse away, and be sure to let me know what I need to bring with me to Paris. My personal favorite (besides the traditional shirt)....check out the boxers! (now imagine your favorite guy wearing them as you sing 'watch it wiggle, see it jiggle...')
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I woke up yesterday morning wondering if my still-somewhat-sore-legs from last week would carry me the full 16 (gasp) miles from home and back. As with all of my long runs, this distance would prove to be more of a mental game than a physical challenge (and that truly continues to amaze me!)
I didn't bring my camera, but I had my cell phone, sorry for the bad photos, but you'll get the picture!(a little local history, folks) - Jell-o was founded in my little town of LeRoy, New York. While it is no longer made in LeRoy, the building where it was manufactured still exists. It is now actually a paint-ball facility (local kids love it) but I'd be remiss if I didn't include this photo. (LeRoy's claim to fame, I guess.) Paris has the Tour d'Eiffel, and LeRoy has JELL-O.
Kari speaks so often of her cemetery run, so I thought it fitting to include this lovely picture. Truth be told, I love cemeteries. If this one weren't closed for the winter, I would have gone inside and run a few miles in there. It is gorgeous, truly. There is a place way way way in the back where my kids like to fish (Oatka Creek photos next) and, not to be morbid, but my mother-in-law and father are both buried here.
(ok, so my hand was in the way...) This is the now raging Oatka Creek. It is not usually a level V whitewater rafting site, but with all the snow that has turned into rain, the melt-off is having it's way with our Mighty Oatka. (lots of flooded basements this week in our area!- right Keb?) Our local festival carries the name of this creek and is held the teen-week of July (homecoming celebrations galore! Our band just got booked to play the local bar for the weekend of the Oatka Festival - stop on out if you are in the area.) For now, though, it is simply a landmark that I run past on my long runs.
So, as I continued to put one foot in front of the other I struggled to make my 16-miles an easy one. My time was nice (2hrs 27 minutes) but my body just wasn't strong. I find myself, again, looking forward to my step-back week - but I am also looking forward to my next big PR of 18 miles in two weeks.
Happy to have that run behind me.
Friday, February 13, 2009
The weather is supposed to be good. Cross your fingers.
Have a great weekend!
Partner, whuchyoo got fryin' for the weekend?
I hope you didn't feel obligated to rehash those old workouts... But remember the swollen knees and looming hills? The cold, the rain, the pride of a job well done? The PR's? The ice baths, the loops around the cemetary? The endorphin rushes?
Cripes. Time flies.
But let's archive these suckers...
Dec. 1 - 7.1 miles
Dec. 6 - 4.36 miles, 7.1 miles,
Dec. 7 - Golf course route 45 min.
Dec. 9- 4.36 miles
Dec. 10 - 6.4 miles
Dec. 11 - 4.36 miles
Dec. 13- 6.4 miles
Dec. 14 - 9.28 miles
Dec. 16 - 4.36 miles
Dec. 17 - 5.55 miles
Dec. 18 - 4.36 miles
Dec. 20 - Too piddly to map
Dec. 21 - 7.1 miles
Dec. 23 - 7.1 miles
Dec. 25 - 40 min (5 degrees F!!)
Dec. 26 - 10.62 Treadmill
WEEK FIVEDec. 30 - 7 miles on cruiseship track
Dec. 31 - 6 miles on cruiseship track
Jan. 1 - 5.5 miles Treadmill
Jan. 2 - 1 mile walk for the cure on cruiseship track
WEEK SIXvarious airports and planes: Jan. 3, 4, 5
Jan. 6 - recooperation day
Jan. 7 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 8 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 9 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 10 - 14 miles (7.1 miles x 2)
Jan. 11 - Mountain hike (x-train)
Jan. 13 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 14 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 16 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 17 - 7.1 miles + 9.28 miles = 16.38 miles. WOOHOO!
WEEK EIGHTJan. 20 - 7.1 miles
Jan. 21 - 4.85 miles
Jan. 23 - 7.1 miles PR 1:09:03
Jan. 24 - 13K (running group)
Jan. 25 - 18.7 miles (9.35 x 2)
Jan. 27 - 2.54 miles (against my own will)
Jan. 28 - 4.1 miles
Jan. 31 - 11.1 miles
Feb. 2 - 4.1 miles
Feb. 5 - 4.6 miles
Feb. 6 - 4.1 miles
Feb. 7 - +/- 19 miles AWESOME!
It was a good, mostly uphill ordeal, but do-able ("pian e ben" as they say in Trieste) and I did it in 59 minutes. I got to work about 30 minutes before everybody else and ducked into a bathroom, washed my hair (travel-size No More Tears, thank you very much), and stuffed it into a space-age microfiber turban that my sister-in-law gave me and let that soak up some of the wet while I sponged off the rest of me (thanks to microfiber towel 2-- 5 for 5 euros at the grocery store a few weeks ago), changed clothes (minor panic attack when I thought I had forgotten to pack PANTS!), threw on a little mascara (which looked sort of ridiculous on my tomato face), threw wet clothes into a plastic bag (that will be lethal by the time it gets home) and pranced into my office and waited for someone brag to.
Sure, I told everyone I could. No one cared, though. My running HOME from work yesterday and last Thursday was SHOCKING for my colleagues. Comments on hat, craziness, questions, hooplah (Karoline basking). The fact that I ran TO work (did I mention it was uphill? Logistically much more complicated??) was, like, NO BIG DEAL.
WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
In order to earn one of these, we will be finishing the marathon under the 6 hour limit. It is my understanding that the Paris Marathon is notable for the attractive route through the heart of the city of Paris, and for the food and drinks stations which include wine, beer, cider and oysters. This makes me wonder: if I find the GU shots to cause digestive upheaval, how will my body respond to the oysters with beer chaser??? Perhaps I will have to test that out on my next long run.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tomorrow is Thursday, and you know what that means!! IT'S RUN HOME FROM WORK DAY! And the day after that? Well, it's Friday!
Are you excited? Me, too!
Bad news: a little sore throat-- which is NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN WHEN YOU'RE TRAINING. Don't worry, I won't let it stop me, though...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
That, down there, is where I started and just beyond is the Adriatic Sea.
There's a big long ugly building there. That's my house.
Thank goodness I didn't need to stop here!
The path down to the village of Longera.
Osmizza in vicinity. Homemade wine at someone's house. Try. to. ignore. this...
The woods leading to Sincrotrone. My first time through here.
After 7k of path from Basovizza I arrived in Slovenia.
I accidentally looped around this village twice. Doh!
The bike path back to Italy.
The border between Italy and Slovenia.