Dude, I KNOW. And he’s alllllllllll mine.
Edit: OKAY. WHO FROM MY REAL LIFE IS TROLLING MY BLOG RIGHT NOW? I just sent Scott a text being all like, “har har, you’re so funny, I answered the anon ask you sent me about you being a hottie” and he swears he didn’t send it. WHAT IS HAPPENING.
That DAN guy?! Almost like someone who knows us is trying too hard to act like they don’t… haha.
David did say once that I am the daughter he never had… But seriously though, Anonymous, both my mom and DAVID are very happily taken! Sorry!
Delano 12 Hour Relay Race Report
The day started early. The night before Scott, mom, and I drove to Decatur to stay with our team captain, David. He lives just five minutes from the park that the race was taking place at, so it was nice and convenient for us. David was one of our coaches in the marathon group we completed last December; he’s an incredible athlete (a member of both the Fleet Feet Racing team and Triathalon Team), and just a fun and wonderful person in general. After a hearty breakfast of steel cut oats with almonds, raisins, and coconut, we loaded up all of our supplies in our cars and headed over to the park around 5:30am. The race was scheduled to begin at 6am, and David was our first runner.
The race took place at Delano park in Decatur, AL. The course consisted of a flat 1 mile loop on a crushed gravel path. The temperature was in the low 40s, and forecast to climb into the 70s as the day wore on. We set up our table of food, chairs, and bundled up as we waited for the race to begin.
There were four races taking place: the 12 hour run, a 50k, a 50 miler, and the 12 hour relay. It was fun to chat with all the other runners to see what their goal was. The trash talk between the relay teams started early, but it was all in good fun. Soon enough 6am rolled around, and the runners were off! Our plan was to start with 5 miles each, and then gradually decrease the miles as the hours went by. As mentioned before, David took the first turn, and he BLAZED through his first 5 miles. Next was mom, then Scott took his turn, and I was last. David and Scott were holding steady 7ish minute miles on each of their turns, while mom and I were running 10ish minute miles. While the idea of running a 1 mile loop over and over might sound like torture, it was actually really enjoyable. The loop had several twists and turns, giving enough variation so it didn’t seem too monotonous. Also, running a small loop meant 1. getting to see and cheer for/be cheered on by your friends that were running/watching, and 2. plenty of aid station and bathroom opportunity!
Each time we ran, we would change into fresh clothes. Having dry stuff to wear definitely made everything more enjoyable, even though we were made fun of by some of the other relay-ers for having so many outfit changes, ha. A few hours into the race, the temperature had risen significantly. We went from wearing long pants and sleeves, to shorts and tank tops. After each of us taking two 5 mile turns, we lessened the mileage to 4 on each turn. Although our aid area was stocked up with some of the best stuff (beer, Gatorade, water, pretzels, PB&J, Oreos, potato chips… we seriously had it all), the one thing we DIDN’T have was a tent to sit under. Before I knew it, I was sunburned. I lathered up with some industrial strength sun screen, but not before I was already pretty roasted.
In the heat of the day we all started to feel a little fatigued— I was feeling over heated and had absolutely no appetite. Surprisingly my body felt okay, a few twinges here and there, but nothing major. I stayed pretty diligent with my stretching and foam rolling after each turn, and that helped me to stay fairly pain free the whole day. My biggest issue was dealing with a lack of appetite. After my 4 mile turn, Scott realized that I had only eaten a few bites of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich since breakfast, and forced me to eat a slice of cheese pizza while I stretched.
After each of us had finished our 4 miles, David headed out to supposedly run another 4. Mom, Scott, and I were sitting in a circle and each admitted to wanting to go down to 3 miles. “Should we tell David, or just let him run 4…?” We all pondered. Just as we decided we should probably let him know, so he didn’t end up running two 4 mile turns when we were all planning to go down to 3 the next time, David ran by our area and called out, “We are changing to 3 miles this time, guys!” It was like he read our minds! We all burst into laughter and said things like, “If you say so! But only because you’re too tired! Not because we are!”
After David finished his turn, mom took off for hers. We were reviewing the current results, and realized that if we got our runs just right, we could surpass the team that had been ahead of us by a couple miles all day. Scott and David began to strategize excitedly, and David told me to run my upcoming 3 miles as if they were going to be the last ones I did today. Scott’s turn came, and he blazed through his 3 miles in 23 minutes— if it was a 5k race that would have been a PR for him!! He tagged me, and I took off, trying to run as hard as I could. I pushed hard for three laps, and then tagged David. Our strategy was now this: run single miles as fast as you possibly can. We were only few miles down from surpassing the other team, and had about 50 minutes on the clock.
(All photos with the We Run Huntsville watermark credited to the oh-so-wonderful Gregg Gelmis)
David ran two miles in at a blazing 7:10 pace, and then it was mom’s turn again. She ran 1 mile in 9:30 and tagged Scott, who ran his in 6:56. 6:56!!! How that is even possible after nearly 12 hours of off and on running I have no idea, but it was a personal best mile time for him. Next it was my turn to run a mile. As I ran, I willed my legs to move as quickly as possible. Knowing that you have a team relying on you is one of the best motivators EVER, y’all. I was hot, tired, sun burned, and dehydrated, but knowing they were there cheering me on helped me to dig deep and run fast (well, fast for someone with 17 miles on their legs, anyway). Near the end of my mile my abdomen seized in pain— it was like the strongest side cramp I had in my entire life; my legs felt like jelly and I started to feel slight dizzy. I was pretty sure I was going to either barf or just collapse when I crossed the timing mat, but thankfully neither happened. I finished in 9:39, and tagged David one last time. David and Scott each ran a crazy fast 7 minute mile, and that left us with 10 minutes on the clock.
Scott took the final lap, running at a leisurely 9 minute pace. At this point we had surpassed the team we were trying to beat, and as Scott ran the rest of us were in celebration mode. We cracked open some beers and gathered around the finish area with everyone to watch as the final racers came in— folks finishing their 12 hour run and 50 milers. Scotty crossed the finish line with a giant smile on his face and a minute to spare.
And that was it! The relay was over! We did it!
While we were running our final miles, mom’s fiance, Alvin, had been grilling out burgers and bratwurst. As is his typical fashion, he prepared WAY more than necessary, so we invited some of the other remaining runners over to our area to enjoy the food. Alvin basically became an instant celebrity— enjoying those burgers after a long, hot day felt like the best thing in the world!
Before the race I heard that people from all over the country come to Decatur, AL to participate in this small town event. At first, I was surprised to hear that, but after witnessing it for myself, I totally understand why. The Delano 12 Hour Run may be small, but it is first class as far as races go— extremely organized, wonderful volunteers, great swag, awesome race director… I could go on, but you get the picture. It was one of the most fun things I have ever participated in, and I definitely plan on returning next year! I am so thankful that David asked mom, Scott, and me to be on a team with him; he has always believed in us 100% and I feel so thankful to have him as a friend and running mentor. We all had such a good time together, and all day long I kept thinking about how blessed I am to be a part of such a great running community.
In total, team Wraths of Khan ended up with 79 miles, and we were 4th overall in the relay category. I ran 18 of those miles, all of them at a 10:something minute pace or faster. Not to shabby basically a 12 hour day of speed work! Two days later, I’m still sore… and full of gratitude for the experience. :)
Last Week’s Mileage, 2 - 8 March
- 6.2 miles, 1:10:44, 11:23 min/mi
- This was the 10k put on by my track club. The weather was crazy— in the days leading up to it, it had been in the 30s and 40s, and on Sunday it was in the 70s. I took off fast, hoping for a PR, but ran out of gas at the 3 mile mark and basically just crawled to the finish. Amazing what a small change in temperature can do!
- Spin class, 60 minutes
- 2.5 miles, untimed
- Ran with Scotty and his school friends that are 5k training— did 1.8 with them and ran a few extra laps on my own!
- 3 miles, 29:07, 9:40 min/mi
- I wasn’t planning on running, but the weather was GLORIOUS, so I hit up the greenway after work instead of going to body pump.
- 6 miles, untimed
- Ran with the group I lead on Thursday— the weather was awful, cold and raining, but I felt great!
- Delano 12 Hour Relay! Our team ran 79 miles as a whole, and I ran 18 of those, I’ll break it all down when I write my race report tomorrow :)
Total mileage: 35.7
A totally solid week. I am still feeling the effects of being burnt to a crisp and extremely dehydrated from yesterday— check out my awesome watch tan lines… ha. I’m off to go collapse into my freshly washed sheets. Happy Sunday, y’all :)
DONE! The Wraths of Khan racked up 79 miles total in 12 hours. We are sunburned, exhausted, slightly delirious, and had SO MUCH FUN! I can say with confidence we had the best team ever. *Captain Kirk voice* KHAN!!!!
- It’s our birthday month! I turn 23 next Wednesday, and Scott turns 25 on the 30th. When we met when I was 17 years old… My how time flies!
- My youngest sister, Roo, and my brother, Christopher, both have birthdays this month too. Also this month is our 12 hour relay, a 10 mile race for our track club, and the 25k trail race that we have been training for since January. March is a little bit of a crazy month for us.
- Speaking of the 12 hour relay… that is THIS WEEKEND. We had a team meeting last Sunday to go over the game plan and whatnot. Currently the plan is to run 6 miles each on our respective turns, and then as the day wears on it will probably dwindle to 2 or 3 miles each. I need to find time to go to the grocery store and stock up on some fuel. I’m thinking PB&J, prezels, and some kind of mini candy bars or cookies. I also need to make team t shirts. We are The Wraths of Khan, so naturally I’m trying to find the most ridiculously tight, super low cut v-neck t shirts out there.
- Last night in spin class there was a guy who literally spent the entire class sitting up on his bike, arms crossed, pedaling slowly. While the rest of us were following the instructor’s cues, this guy just sat there looking like he was on a spring time stroll or something. After class in the locker room, I was talking to mom and said, “What was UP with that guy?” Turns out his lady friend was in earshot and gave mom and me a very dirty look. Lesson learned: keep your eyes to yourself in spin class and don’t be a jerk and talk about people in the locker room afterwards. Embarrassing!
- Scott keeps asking me what I want for my birthday but I just can’t think of anything! What do I want for my birthday, guys??
Happy Wednesday, y’all! :)
Flashback Friday? I have no idea. I just wanted to share this photo with you guys because I cannot stop myself from laughing every time I see it… Most definitely one of my favorite photos of myself of all time. I look as if I am being moved by a very emotional song, or something. Whatever I was feeling, it must have involved some extreme arm movement, because you can see my oh so attractive lower arm flab flapping in the wind. At least my quad looks good.
Run of the day: 3.5 miles, untimed
Well, after a week of glorious weather in the 60s, it got cold again. I knew it was too good to be true!
Tonight when I met up with my running group I wasn’t really feeling it. I have been dealing with crazy hunger in the past few weeks since adding regular spin and body pump classes to my schedule. In the past couple of days I feel like I haven’t been full for longer than 30 minutes at a time— the other day I ate all the food I brought in my snacks/lunch bag to work before 11am! Yeah. Ridiculous. So while I’m trying to find the secret to taming this new ridiculous appetite, I’ve been dealing with low energy levels. Before we even started running, I was hungry. Once I got into motion, the feeling just got worse. I managed to make it to nearly the end of our route, eventually feeling okay, but as soon as I started to push myself up the last big hill I felt like I was going to be sick. Bleh! Luckily it was near the end so I was able to finish quickly and go home to eat the glorious plate of food pictured above. Yummy! I’m sure I’ll be hungry again in an hour… :)
When packing my running bag this morning I accidentally grabbed the running tights I used to wear when I was 40 pounds heavier… Thinking about wearing them like this so they don’t end up around my ankles mid-run. :)
Pineapple jam is the most GLORIOUS kind of jam in existence and not even this weird comparison can ruin it for me!!! Haha :)
Some days, even after several well-balanced meals, you’re just hollow. So far the only solution I have found is something along the lines of a gigantic glass of chocolate milk and two slices of toast with your father in law’s home made pineapple jam.
Last Night’s Run(s):
First, I met up with my wonderful (and hot, as you all remind me when I post pictures of her… hehe) mother and ran a 1 mile loop around a pond near our office buildings 5 times. The weather was perfect, and ever since I started my new job and am able to go in early and leave before 5pm, I have SO RELISHED getting my runs done before the sun goes down. Seriously, my winter time running motivation has increased so much, just because of that small change. The only bad thing was that I as soon as we took off I was hit with the sudden need to poop. Ugh. Of course there were no bathrooms around, so I just held it the whole time… Annoying, but bearable.
Then, I went home, quickly whipped up a batch of Melissa's Thai Red Curry… well, more like whipped up a meal that was loosely based on her red curry because 1. I don’t know what bird’s eye chiles are and have no idea where to find them, so I just used red and green bell pepper, 2. no carrots because I goofed up and forgot them at the grocery store, and 3. I left off the basil because I am not a huge fan of the flavor and I figured it would still be good without it. SO! Not exactly Melissa’s recipe, but turned out delicious nonetheless, I pretty much inhaled it in five bites or less. There’s nothing better than sitting down with a huge plate of healthy goodness after a long day, am I right? Side note: I still have not gotten used to the very… distinct odor of fish sauce. Yeesh. That stuff weirdly pungent.
Finally, I met up with Scott and his senior design team for a mile and a half. By the time they finished with their work it was 8:30, dark, and cold outside, so we hit the indoor track at the gym. I ran with Lee Ann, the only girl on the team, and had so much fun! She is already in great shape from weight training, but running is new to her. She is a total natural at it though, and we ran 1.5 miles in 15:49, so about a 10:32 min/mi pace, and 6.5 miles total for me for the day. I’m really excited for her to race. Maybe she will catch the bug and I’ll have a new running buddy!Okay. Time to get to work… Counting down the hours until I get to have my red curry leftovers for lunch. Happy Wednesday, guys!