A bunch of my friends have decided to drink the marathon Kool-Aid and are training for their first marathons. I’m ridiculously excited for them–and everyone else training for their first marathons. I remember how excited I was for my first marathon and want to vicariously live through others’ first times, so I’m starting an Official Blog Series sharing the stories of those training for their first marathons. Are you training for your first marathon and want to be featured? Email me at theodora.blanchfield @ gmail.com and I will feature you!
Today’s installment comes from another one of my gchat besties, Kimra!
Marathon training for: Berlin Marathon — September 30, 2012
Why I decided to run a marathon
Two years ago, when I was training for my first half-marathon, I learned that I loved longer distances. I spent three months out of town for work that year, and as my long runs got longer, I got to explore more of my temporary home on foot. I started researching marathons the day after I finished that half! But I also tend to get injured easily, and I was wary of committing to a big race that I might not be able to complete. What finally got me to take a chance was a combination of a great course and great timing.
Last year, I spent about 48 hours in Berlin and fell head-over-heels in love with the city. My husband and I went for a run there, through the Tiergarten and the Brandenburg gate, and I almost immediately started trying to figure out how we could do that again someday. When I saw the Berlin marathon course and realized it was a giant loop that would let me see 26.2 different miles of this city I loved, I was sold. And when I realized the timing worked out so that we could hop over to Munich for Oktoberfest a couple of days later, I knew that even if the worst case happened and I couldn’t race, I’d at least get a great vacation!
How is marathon training measuring up to your expectations? What’s better or worse than you expected
I feel like this is where the cool kids would complain about marathon training interfering with their social life, but I’m a homebody anyway and my husband is also running Berlin, so it’s not much of a hardship to stay in on Fridays to eat pasta and wake up early to run. (I did switch my long run to Saturday from Sunday though, so I can have one weekend night where I don’t have to worry about how what I’m doing will affect the next day’s training.)I honestly expected to be much more of a basket case about training. I got injured in January, and I spent a lot of time worrying about whether I’d be able to run Berlin at all.
Thanks largely to an awesome physical therapist, my training has actually gone really well, but that early stress gave me a “one day at a time” attitude about the marathon. The honeymoon phase where I’m excited to wake up and run has never really ended, knock on wood.In terms of what’s harder than I expected: I’ve definitely taken a bit of an ego hit on my speed.
Granted, I wasn’t exactly fast before marathon training, but it’s still been hard to watch my average pace drop lower as my runs have gotten longer. I don’t have any speedwork in this training plan, and I miss pushing myself on the track. It’s also held me back from making as many social running plans as I assumed I would, because the people I typically run with are running much faster than I am right now — and even if they wouldn’t mind slowing down, I’m still self-conscious about it.
Number of days running per week
Three, plus one day of deep-water running in the pool. When my physical therapist and I mapped out my “comeback” earlier this year, we ended up with a pretty conservative schedule. It’s lower-mileage than a lot of plans out there, and I think I’d want more miles under my belt if I had a really aggressive time goal, but I’m confident this will get me to the start (and the finish!).
What are you most excited about for the race?
So many things! I’m excited about the shakeout run the day before, where roughly half the marathon field jogs to Berlin’s Olympic stadium for breakfast. I’m excited about seeing my parents, who are coming to cheer, somewhere on the course. I’m excited about meeting people from all over the world who are coming to run this big race. And I’m excited to really test my limits and see if I can run strong for longer than I’ve ever run before. I’m also looking forward to lots of German beer after, let’s be honest.
What are you most terrified of?
I keep having dreams about packing, so I guess I’m afraid of forgetting something! I’m also afraid of getting injured before the race — less from running at this point than from something dumb like falling down the stairs or tripping on my cats’ food dishes. Actually, most of my fears are about logistics: What if my flight gets delayed and I miss the expo? What if my travel foam roller gets confiscated at customs? What if I’m jetlagged and sleep through my alarm on race morning?
Do you think you’ll ever run another marathon?
Absolutely. (Though ask me again on October 1!) I do think I’ll take a break and do something with lower mileage and more speedwork next, but I have a Google Doc with races I want to do someday, and the list of marathons on it keeps getting longer.
Number of black toenails so far
Zero! Though after several years of ballet as a teenager, I’m not sure mine could rightly be classified as “toenails” to begin with.
Leave Kimra some love, tips or tell me about your first time. Running a marathon, that is.
Working in social media means everyone at work knows about my blog. Which is only occasionally weird. But it also makes for easy connections with coworkers who like to work out that I might not know about otherwise.
One of those people is a lovely man named Mike. I’m terrible at guessing age, but let’s just say he’s older than me and younger than my dad.
We met at a new business pitch a few months ago, and he apparently had looked at my blog at some point.
“So you run?” he asked.
“I do!”
Turns out he’s also a runner, but at the time, he was starting to feel some knee and ankle pain but trying to run through it.
Pretty soon after that, he went to physical therapy and now is staring down surgery next week.
Whenever we see each other in the halls, he asks if I ran that morning. Usually the answer is yes–or “no, but I’m going tonight.”
Once he became completely sidelined, he started answering “Lucky.”
I usually just smile and nod, but this morning he asked, and I answered that I’d run 6 miles last night and 7 this morning, and I did realize how lucky I was.
Lucky that, no matter how much money I blow on running, it’s still cheaper than therapy.
Lucky that I have this hobby that can be as social as it can solitary.
Lucky that I have this hobby that I can take with me wherever I go, whether to Hawaii for fun or LA on a business trip.
Lucky that I can do it for as long as I want or as short as I want, as easy as I want or as hard as I want.
Lucky that it’s every bit as mental as it is physical.
The past three runs I’ve had have been amazing, and do truly make me feel lucky to be a runner, rather than that I’m just logging the runs on my training plan.
Last night, I left work a little after 7:15. I had 6 miles on the schedule, and I was hoping it wouldn’t get too dark out while I ran. (June, please come back.) I ran over to the West Side Highway, didn’t look at the pace, and just ran. I felt great, and when I turned to run back east from the path, I felt so great that I probably could have run another a few miles, were I not starving and were it not getting dark.
Today, I had 7 miles of hills on deck. I don’t usually run at night and then in the morning–and won’t do it often since you probably need more recovery time than that–but knew I didn’t feel like running at night again, as awesome as last night’s run was. I woke up a bit stiff, but decided to go for running up Lexington to the Queensboro Bridge. I forgot how hilly it is running uptown, and the first few miles were not easy, yet, for a run I wasn’t trying to push, I kept a pace I was really happy with. When I hit 4 miles, I was just under 36:00. My Garmin died shortly after this, so I’m just going to assume I dropped to 4:00 miles and just missed my Olympic calling.
I got home and was ecstatic that I’d gotten seven miles in before work–it’s definitely my longest run before work to date, although I’m going to break that really soon by doing 16 before work Friday.
Mike, you’re right. I am lucky to be able to run.
Four years ago, I couldn’t run.
I might not be able to run tomorrow.
But today, I can run, and for that, I am lucky.
What are you lucky you can do? Runners, what reminds you you’re lucky to be able to run?