I am super proud of myself because I had an especially productive weekend despite my overwhelming desire to lay around and do nothing for two whole days. Laziness is such a demon and all I want to do is give into it and NAP ALL DAY.
Last week was a mess because we had several large PRAs to deal with and we still don’t have the plans for our spring graduation ceremonies solidified (we have to change venues because the arena we have been using is closed now), and EVERYONE is pissed. Rightfully so, because graduation is in two months, but it’s been stressful trying to manage all of the unhappy parents and students and work with the potential venue to get the contract finalized. Anyway, I was mentally fried by Friday night, but I fought my inner napper and went to the grocery store, then went home and made a few Whole30 recipes to freeze.
I woke up Saturday morning to conquer 14 miles. I was not looking forward to it at all because my last few long runs have been painful and crappy. I was determined to get more elevation this time because the Big Sur Marathon has a gain of 2,182 feet and a loss of 2,528 feet. So, getting up and down hills during training is a high priority.
My greatest elevation gain so far has been a total of 985 feet with the tallest climb being roughly 425 feet. This is from my 12 mile run last week:
I thought that hill was so HUGE. Then, I looked at the course map and realized that there was an even bigger monster looming mid-race:
I remembered passing a road on my last run that seemed to go up a large hill, so I decided to turn down that this time and see what I could find. I found Mount Everest.
That’s a slight exaggeration, but it felt enormous when I was going up it. I tried to run for a minute then walk for about 10-20 seconds so I wouldn’t die, but it was tough even walking at some points. I threw up twice (which is obviously preferable to other other side of stomach distress), and I actually felt much better after that. I can’t imagine why (I didn’t eat anything abnormal on Friday or that morning) other than my body thought I was dying and freaked out. It took me almost an hour and a half to go seven miles which was super depressing, but I made it up that thing.
As you can see, the climb in the middle made my other HUGE HILL look like I went over a speed bump. Overall, I got 1,776 of climbing and 1,762 feet of descending in and I am happy about that. My overall pace was 12:05 per mile which is not preferable, but it is surprising considering how much I had to walk or totally stop to catch my breath. I don’t stop my watch when I stop to stretch or rest to make sure that I’m capturing the entire time it’s taking me. There is a course limit of six hours at Big Sur, and they are cutting people off who haven’t made it past mile 21.2 by 11:50 am (the five hour mark). I am super anxious about this because my only marathon time was 4:51:46 and that was on the super flat course at Chicago. My ability to get through such a hilly course in an expedient manner is worrying me a lot, but I am doing my best to be prepared. I’ll keep adding elevation as my mileage increases, and I hope that I will be as prepared as I can be on race day.
After I got back home, I showered, then spent the rest of the day packing. We don’t actually move for three more weeks, but I just can’t handle last minute anything. I don’t know how people pack the day before they move. I would be a psycho. I got my room as packed as it can be for now and started on the kitchen. I have way too much stuff, but I just can’t bear to part with so much of it because WHAT IF I NEED IT???
On Sunday, I woke up and went to work for most of the day. People often ask me if it bothers me to work on weekends. It honestly doesn’t because my boss is so supportive of us (Lisa and me) taking time off and he never makes us feel like we need to come in when we have weekend plans. There is only one time when I changed my plans because we were dealing with some drama, but it was my decision because I wanted to be there to support the team. While laying on the couch is always my top priority, I never mind working late or on weekends because my boss is so supportive of my time off.
He also asked me on Sunday what my goals for the marathon are (he used to run marathons in three hours because he is A CRAZY PERSON) and when I told him “to finish” he laughed like I was joking. He then asked what my goal really was and I to explain to him several times that it is honestly just to participate and finish the damn thing alive. That is it. I am thankful that my parents made me participate in sports growing up because I definitely learned how to lose and to accept that I wasn’t ever going to be the best at athletic pursuits. So, now, I can just do athletic things because I want to with no added pressure of actual performance. He doesn’t understand that because he was actually good at the things he did, but I just want to have a mostly enjoyable time then go celebrate with food.