Sunday, July 18, 2010

Too Hot To Handle 15K - Damn it really was!

There's a reason why this race is called Too Hot To Handle. If you have ever wondered what if feels like to run on Mars, this race will simulate it. Needless to say, this was not a PR, but I didn't flub it either.

I ran 1:28:34, 30th AG out of 128, 369 out of about 1,200 total runners. Eh, I'll take it.

I hate to say it, but this race was the worst run race I have ever been to. And it has potential to be good.

For starters, the race was 30 minutes late. And in this Texas heat, every minute is precious. It was about 90 degrees when we started. This race is entirely on the lake; therefore, it should have started at 6:30 or 7 a.m. We started at 8 a.m. with an advertised start of 7:30.

There was supposed to be Poweraid and water at every mile on the course. There was, but the Poweraid was so watered down it was light blue water. My biggest issue with this is that it is a SAFETY ISSUE.

There were a lot of cyclists on the path, one even so rude as to yell at runners to get out of his way. However, he did skip up a curb, blew a tire and flipped over his handle bars. Karma, dear friend, karma.

Then we get to the end, no water. I finally found a table where volunteers were filling buckets with a hose and then dipping cups in the vat to give to runners. Serious health code violation.

The only thing positive I have to say about this race is that they had a great bag check and village with beer and pizza. You got a nice tech tank and a hat. That's about it.

Unfortunately, I tried to tell some RunOn folks at the finish line about the issues of no water at the finish, the sanity conditions and the lack of electrolytes on the course and no one seemed to care.

Ok, enough complaining. Here are some pics of me and Bojana!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference

I thought of a million reasons why staying in bed this morning would be a good idea. I'm tired. It's hot. It's really humid. I didn't sleep at all. My legs feel like cement blocks. It's 4:30 a.m. and no one should see 4:30 on their clock twice. Yet, it was like instinct, I got up, put my running clothes and shoes on, fueled up and like auto-pilot, decided to run. I opened the door and immediately felt my chest tighten from the humidity. And the usual excitement that I have about running vanished.

I started running. Slowly. Miles are miles. Just get through it. I felt like I was running through water. Mile 6 my quads started burning. They never burn at mile 6. What is wrong with me? Why am I out here? It's 6 a.m. and I'm the only person in my city running 11 miles today.

So a light bulb goes off. Hell yeah. I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN MY CITY RUNNING 11 MILES THIS MORNING. I smiled. I'm tired, but I'm smiling because I know I'm going to finish those damn 11 miles and I really don't give a rat's a$$ how slow they are. I'm running and other than being tired, I have no reason to bitch, none. I'm running. And thank God I am.

Marathon training is just as mental as it is physical. It's summer in Texas and it's just going to get hotter. I can't change that, but I can change my attitude.

I wanted to share some of my favorite motivational things lately.

This one is taped to my mirror.

Another favorite. Every day damn. Just Do It. Yeah. I get it.

This one is my favorite. It also happens to be my favorite shirt now.

Passionate. You have to be passionate to get through all these miles.

Strong. There are days I do not feel strong, physically or mentally, but that's the challenge. I have to dig deeper to find that strength.

Dedicated. This I do well. I have never missed a training day or a workout. I'm dedicated because I'm passionate about what I do.

Competitive. No need to explain this one.

Athlete. I have never thought of myself as an athlete. But I think it's time to admit that I am.

This weekend, I vowed to myself to quit focusing on the negative. There are good days and bad days. It's how you deal with the bad days that make you a better athlete. Sometimes you have to take a step backward to move two steps forward. But I'm still an athlete nonetheless. It's up to me to take these dreams and make them mine. And it's much more enjoyable with a positive attitude.