The score was Johnson Ferry: 1, Me: 0.
Some hills are just hills, but some are Hills (with a capital “H”). Johnson Ferry at Columns Drive is definitely a Hill. 
I ran it during my 12 miler, and I was set to face it again for an 18 miler. Leading up to Saturday’s run, I’d been living on a solid diet of Olympics. I love the Winter Olympics: bob sledding, biathlon, cross-country skiing, snowboard cross, even curling. My television never strayed from NBC for those ten days (given NBC’s usual programming line-up, this was a huge change despite my obvious 11Alive loyalties). So, I entered Saturday inspired and ready to treat Johnson Ferry like that cocky ice skater from Russia—Take that!
By now, you’re thinking: it’s a hill, what’s the big deal? So it’s time to admit I have a thing about Hills (not the little hills, just the Hills).
I’m not nervously uncomfortable of them the way I am of revolving doors and garbage disposals. They just keep beating me. I can’t run them at the pace I should be. I fall behind on the hills and catch up with my runner partners at the top, but as the runs get longer it’s getting tougher. There are lots of things I can do to improve my hill performance next time, but right now, I’m about to start ramping down on my running: no time to start a new strength training plan.
So I just have to gut it out.
And you know what? I did. Maybe it was the pocket full of jelly beans I nibbled at the later water stops. Maybe it was the extra hours of sleep I squeezed into my week. I’m not saying it was super-fast or that I didn’t fall behind. But I did it, and I felt good. So, in my book, that makes it 1-1.
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This week, I had a chance to spend some time with 11 year old Lindsay Simmons. She just celebrated her first post-chemo birthday. She’s the honored hero for the ING Team in Training. I could write a whole blog about how listening to her talk about cancer was both heartbreaking and inspiring. But, at heart, I’m a photographer. I tell better stories with pictures and sound, so you can watch the story here. It has me excited to go run 16 miles this weekend.
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I was in the car at a red light with a friend last summer when a runner passed us. You know the type: not an ounce of fat, muscles glistening in sweat, running at a speed I only achieve in my dreams. “Now, he’s a REAL runner,” my friend said.
I thought, “I’ve run half-a-dozen marathons, who knows how many halves, 5Ks, 10Ks. I know the lingo. I wear the gear. Who are you to say I’M not a REAL runner?” Instead what came out of my mouth was, “Are you saying I have a big ass?”
What happened next was the smartest thing (and the only thing) a man can say in that moment: “No, dear, not at all,” in a voice with just a touch of fear.
Here’s the ugly truth about running: I doesn’t make you lose weight. Let me alter that slightly: It doesn’t make ME lose weight. It seems so unfair that even when I run 12, 16, 18 miles; I don’t lose a single pound. My pants DO fit better. My legs LOOK better, but that’s about it. Everyone I convince to run usually does lose weight, which allows me to practice my evil-eye.
So, what’s the deal?
A recent Runner’s World magazine article titled “What’s Your Ideal Weight?” said:
“There’s no denying healthy runners will race about 2 seconds per mile faster for every pound they lose. . . the less weight you carry around, the more miles per gallon you get from oxygen.” This applies to runners with a healthy BMI, between 18.5 and 24.9. If you drop below 18.5, you’re at risk for becoming weaker and slower.
As with all things running these days, I turned to Team in Training coach Barb for some information. She passed along an article from nutritionist, Nancy Clark (Board Certified Specialist in Sports Dietetics). An excerpt:
“Why “quick weight loss” is a fantasy
While the promise of quick weight loss is enticing, runners who lose weight quickly on a severe diet inevitably regain the weight, if not more. That’s because the body overcompensates for extreme dieting with overeating. You will never win the war against hunger…
Hunger is physiological. Just as your body needs to breathe, urinate and sleep, your body also needs to eat. Urges to overeat (that is, blow your diet) often have less to do with will power and more to do with the physiology of hunger. Just as you will gasp for air after having been trapped under-water without oxygen, you will devour food after having been denied calories during a crash diet (or after a long run, for that matter). Yes, you can white-knuckle yourself to stick to your crash diet, but your well-meaning plan to quickly shed some pounds has a high likelihood of exploding into a demoralizing pattern of binge eating followed by yet-another attempt to crash-diet. Don’t go there…. it’s depressing.”
Well, darn. Then…
The better plan is to chip away at slow but steady weight loss, targeting 0.5 to 2 pounds a week. Why, by just knocking off 100 calories at the end of the day (one cookie, one heaping spoonful of ice cream), you can theoretically lose 10 pounds a year. Knock off 200 calories at the end of the day (16 ounces of cola, 4 Oreos), and you’ve lost 20 pounds a year.
Well, I can do 100 calories less a day. Until then, I guess I’ll just be that chubby runner. Recently, the Cooper Aerobics Center (fitness and BMI gurus) released a report that said aerobics fitness (not weight) is a predictor of longevity. It’s better to be fat but fit rather than lean and out of shape. And anyone that runs 26.2 miles is definately, without question, in shape.
Make no mistake; I am a “real runner”. So are you. In my book, that has nothing to do with your size, your weight, or your speed. To be a runner, you just need to put one foot in front of the other and cross the finish line. See you there.
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Com-mit-ment: noun (1) an act of committing to a charge or cause (2) an agreement or a pledge to do something
Reading this definition started me pondering about commitment in our world today. In my head, it started sounding a lot like my dad’s stories: “when I was your age, I had to walk to school. Up Hill. In the snow.”
I’m too young to talk about the past that way, but here I am thinking it. Are we ever really committed to anything? I mean REALLY committed?
For me, commitment must come with consequence. If you break your commitment, whatever role you were supposed to play, whatever job you were supposed to do: it won’t get done. When you’re fundraising for cancer, those consequences are significant. Families that need help won’t get it. Research won’t happen. Cures won’t be found.
We had recommitment night for the ING Georgia Marathon last night. For Team in Training, this means two things: (1) You must have 25% of your fundraising done, and (2) you should be on target in your running schedule.
This is it. There’s no turning back. I signed my name on the line. From here on out, it’s full force ahead. In a wishy-washy, gray-area world, the solid commitment feels good. It stretches out before me like a long road just begging for a run.
Speaking of fundraising, I still have $1,000 to go. You can donate here: http://pages.teamintraining.org/ga/Georgia10/jwolfe
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Tuesday night, I stepped onto a track for the first time since high school. The squishy rubber and bright lights started giving me flashbacks:
-Our track at McEachern High School backed up to a pasture. For some reason, instead of being afraid of the starting gun, the cows were attracted by the sound. Every track meet, they would line the fence like a mooing cheering squad.
-One time, I took so long getting into my blocks, the other team’s track coach yelled at me. It flustered me so much I had a false start. He yelled at me more. Since then, getting into starting blocks makes me break into a sweat.
-It was team picture day and my uniform was rumpled on the floor. I ironed it. It melted. There was a big hole in my shorts. Funny thing is, I can’t remember what happened. Certainly, I didn’t stand in the back row with my hiney hanging out. Or maybe I did and I’ve just blocked it out.
My Team in Training Coach tells me track workouts will play a huge role in getting me to my goal of a sub-four hour marathon. If you’re like me, most of you have not had a track workout in a long time (maybe ever). Here’s what you missed:
-Short strides. Instead of taking long, loping strides, long-distance runners should take shorter, faster strides. From Coach Barb: “Basically the theory states that the slower you take steps, the longer time you spend in the air. The longer you’re in the air, the more you displace your body mass and the harder you hit the ground on landing. This can lead to injury and also demands more from your leg muscles.” You should aim for 90 strides (that’s 2 steps, so count every time your right foot hits) in 60 seconds. This works and has changed the way I run.
-Run on egg shells. Sometimes, I hear myself running and I sound like an elephant. This is bad. Running lightly is (obviously) easier on your ankles, knees, and hips. You do this my rolling with your foot. Think heel, mid-sole, toe in a fluid rolling motion.
-Pick-Ups. We ran a series of 100 meter runs, starting slow, speeding up to 80%, then recovering. In this exercise I made a discovery: I am not fast. It’s possible I was never really fast, it’s just that golden hue of memories that make things look better than they were. Still, it’s kind of strange. I can run for a long time at a pretty solid speed, but running fast… well, that’s a whole other issue.
At least my shorts didn’t have a hole burned into them.
I’m eight weeks from standing at the ING Georgia starting line, still more than $1,00o from my goal. Click here to donate to fight cancer. Thanks!
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Wow. What a week to start a New Year’s Resolution. Can you even feel your toes? The tough thing about resolutions isn’t starting them, it’s keeping them. That’s where Duffie Dixon comes in. I remember Duffie telling me, “I can’t run.” 2009 changed all of that. Here’s a look at how she became a runner (and how you can too!)
I’M A RUNNER??!!
I’ll admit it. It was peer pressure. Actually, it was co-worker pressure. Fellow reporter Julie Wolfe sent out an email inviting us to take part in a Zooma 5k. I was looking for a boost in my workout routine (I walked a treadmill or went to spin classes a couple times a week) so I agreed. Then I realized the last time I had run for any significant length of time was back in college (think late 80s).
Committed, I re
membered a friend had trained for a beginners’ race and had a training guide. It was straight forward—I started by walking three minutes then running for one. Each week I was running more and walking less. I did this four days a week for several months. I’m not going to say it was easy, but it was do-able. The hardest part was the first month…literally, after every session something different hurt—an ankle, a knee, a hip, my shins—but I just kept walking and running. To my amazement soon the pains ceased, I was no longer gasping for air and I was soon running (albeit slowly) for 15 minutes straight, then 20 and eventually 30 and 40. I was hoping to do that first 5k in 45 minutes.
My first 5k (approx 31/2 months after beginning training) It was a great experience—great weather, no aches and pains (and thanks to my panic of needing to use a port-a-pottie at the finish line)—I finished in 38 minutes. I was elated. For the first time in a long time I set a goal for myself, just myself, and did what it took to reach it. What seemed impossible and downright laughable (that at my age I could pick up running) is now my preferred exercise! I try to run 30 minutes a day three times a week and on the fourth day (and sometimes 5!) I allow a lot of time and just go until I can’t go any farther. I’m up to 4.3 miles and now looking forward to tackling 5 miles. I forgot how much I love being outside with so much to look at and the sheer feeling of getting away from it all—nothing beats stress like a good run.
Duffie Dixon, 11 Alive News Reporter
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Sleet bounced off my face, cold puddles riddled my path, and the inconsiderate car splash reached my waist. Wednesday’s five mile run was not what most would call “comfortable”. Two hot showers and a Starbucks later, I’m still trying to figure out why it was so much fun.
It could have been the champagne toast we had at mile two (which I was regretting by mile three).
It could have been the company. Seven Team in Training runners showed up despite the storm.
But, really, I think it’s because I did it. I could have made an excuse (it’s too dark/cold/snowy/late), but I didn’t. I’ve learned there’s always an excuse. Some of these excuses are valid. Too bad. You have to refuse to excuse. It’s the only way you’ll ever get your marathon training done. (This is a conversation I have inside my head at least once a week.)
And that brings me to New Year’s Resolutions. This morning, 11Alive Meteorologist Ashley McDonald said, “I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions, so I don’t break them.” The last few years, as I’ve wandered the streets for MOS (Man on The Street) interviews, more and more people are telling me they don’t make resolutions. It makes sense: if you want to do something, why wait until January 1st to make it happen?
I am not one of those people. For some reason, I have a bit of an obsession with New Year’s resolutions. So, here’s my list this year:
1) Wear more hats in 2010. They’re so snuggly. This means I will likely have hat hair more often. I’m OK with that.
2) Run a 4 hour marathon. I think this is do-able, but just barely. Talk to me after my 20 mile run.
3) Drop a pant size. I have lots of pants hanging in my closet I’d like to wear again.
4) Do something nice for someone else EVERY SINGLE DAY.
5) Learn to speak Spanish.
Hats are easy. Everything else… well, I’ll let you know. Happy New Year’s Eve! Just because you celebrate Thursday doesn’t mean you can skip your long run Saturday. Don’t start 2010 with an excuse. If you do, you’ll soon find a year full of them.
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It all started with a tweet.
“Hey Julie, what would you say ab taking your TNT experience to the radio airwaves?”
Radio is like TV except no one is going to e-mail me about how bad my hair looks (oh, the stories I could tell). So, I’m in.
So, just a few days before Christmas Mary Liebman (TNT staffer), Barb Stinson (ING Coach), and me are sharing a roomy booth with Q100’s Matt Jones. For 20 minutes we chat about Team in Training. Mary talks about fundraising, Barb talks about coaching, and I talk about how great Mary and Barb are.
The twenty minute community segment plus some 60 second spots will run on Cumulus radio stations (like Q100) in January. I think they jumped the gun though because I just got an e-mail: “I totally heard you on the radio yesterday morning! I don’t know if it was live or a replay of an earlier broadcast, but it was pretty cool.”
It’s the first time I’ve been called cool since perhaps 5th grade. So, obviously, this is a big success.
If you hear the spot and are inspired to join, visit: http://www.teamintraining.org/ga/. If you want to e-mail me to tell me how bad my hair looks: jwolfe@11alive.com. If you feel pity that I actually get those kinds of e-mails, you can make it up to me by donating to my TNT fundraising efforts by clicking here.
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I celebrated an early Christmas with my two little nephews last week. I am still recovering, but I did pick up some running advice along the way.
Running is Glee. When my 2-year-old nephew runs, his little legs are just a blur and he lets out this high-pitched shrieking giggle. It is pure joy. Granted… he is usually running away from me… but his obvious glee is contagious. I enjoy a run AFTER it’s over. The sense of accomplishment is what makes me feel good about running, but after watching my nephew, I vow to enjoy the run itself more.
Gravity is the Enemy. Sometimes we make this running thing too complicated. Set me loose in a running store and I will convince myself I cannot run without the latest fancy GPS, iPod tracker, shoes, socks, tights, hat, shorts, bra, underwear, hand warmers. Running is really quite simple: put one foot in front of the other. The only enemy in runing (or even walking) is gravity: just watch my 8-month-old nephew learn to walk. But as long as you cross the finish line upright (almost everyone does), you beat gravity. And now that you know your chances are pretty good, it’s all a matter of degrees.
Purell is the Nectar of the Gods. I thought my sister (and all those moms) with bottles of Purell attached to everything were going a little overboard. I mean, I didn’t have that wimpy hand sanitizer when I was a kid and I turned out just fine, right? So, during my week with the nephews, I washed my hands religiously (like I always do), but I didn’t really partake in the 6-times-daily Purell rub…. And I got really, really sick. There are few things more frustrating to a runner than being sidelined. After six days without running, I’ve changed my mind. I’m willing to do anything I can to get better and stay well for the rest of my ING Training. So, pass the Purell, please.
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Sometimes, you just have to let things simmer, and they turn out awesome. This was one of those weeks.
I’ve been struggling on sticking to the Team in Training schedule. I just came off running a great half marathon. I feel strong. I feel fast. Sticking to the low mileage at the beginning of the ING training has been hard. Our coach, Barb Stinson, sent out an e-mail warning against pushing too hard: “Just because you CAN, doesn’t mean you SHOULD.” I have a clear running goal: finish the ING Georgia marathon in under four hours (the bigger goal: raise money to help find a cure). I’ve tried (and failed) in the past to run a sub-four marathon. I tried it my way, it didn’t work. Now, I’m trying it this way. And this week, something just clicked.
I’m feeling so good on my runs, so strong. I know things will get a lot harder, but I have a good feeling I’ve hit my stride for training (and found some great TNT runners at my pace to keep me company!).
I’m using my new motto “Running is like soup” to keep me on track (thanks, Barb for these tips)!
1. Training for a marathon is like slow cooking. The best way to ruin the recipe is to turn up the heat. Easy does not have to mean slow, it means at the proper distance and effort.
2. REST and SLEEP are like a good rich stock. Without it, your base is too thin, with it, you can get much more flavor.
3. Another vital important ingredient to successful training is warming up properly and stretching after your run.
4. Are you adding a dash spice with that some CROSS TRAINING? Give those joints a break once a week.
5. Keep stirring the pot.
So, my fellow runners: bundle up and run this weekend…. then, warm up with a cup of soup!
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I rarely get to watch weather coverage from home. Usually, I’m the one out in the flood/snow/sleet/ice reporting on conditions. This week, my vacation happened to straddle a “snow day”. After growing up outside of Detroit and Chicago, then working in Cheyenne and Buffalo, I don’t really consider anything under 6 inches a real snow day, hence the “ “.
Still, there’s nothing to make it feel like Christmas like a little white stuff. Even if it’s just a teeny, tiny bit of it. So, I was watching the warnings when I heard a “bing”: new e-mail.
The subject line: “Here’s your chance to show what you’re made of”. It was from the Team in Training ING Coach, Barb Stinson.
It read: “Weather doesn’t look so hot for the morning. Do we care?….well honestly, yes we do because who wants to go out and run in cold and rain…but will we do it anyway??? Yes! Because it really is kinda fun and we need to train in ALL conditions. TEAM IN TRAINING ROCKS…NO WIMPS!!!!!”
I think it’s TNT’s version of the “I double-dare you”. And the truth is: it really is kind of fun. The why is simple: inside each of us there’s a little kid. The stress of work and life buries that inner-kid pretty deep for most of us. There’s nothing like a snow day to rip through all of that and make us act like kids again. Don’t believe me? Next time we get a little snow, go to Piedmont Park and take a look around. Who’s throwing snow balls? Building snowmen? Pushing someone down the hill on a make-shift sled? Yes, there are kids. But they are matched (sometimes outnumbered) by adults.
Maybe the fountain of Youth is really made of snowflakes.
Our Saturday morning run turned out to be pretty nice. It stopped raining before we started. No Snow. Bummer. I’m looking forward to meeting that dare sometime soon.
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The e-mail subject line read: “It’s what you’ve been waiting for”. Sounds like a spam ad, right? It was actually an e-mail from a friend announcing celebratory plans for her birthday this Friday. As we get older, our nights out turn into a “choose your own adventure”. To (a) just go to dinner, turn to page 10:00; (b) join in after dinner drinks, page 12:00, (c) dancing, page 2:00AM.
Choices are generally based on who has a husband, boyfriend, kids waiting at home. In my case, it’s usually based on how much coffee I can consume since my Fridays start with a 2:00AM wake up and 3:30AM shift at 11Alive.
I was just about to hit the “reply” button; when I remembered I have plans Saturday morning. Early plans. Team in Training meets Saturday mornings for our long runs together. This Saturday will be my first official team run.
I’ve heard some people say training for a marathon is a part-time job. I’ve run several marathons, and that seems like an exaggeration to me. But, there’s no question: say goodbye to your Saturdays.
At the beginning, you’re just running three or four miles. By the time you finish, most people are just waking up. You think: I can squeeze this in like a secret life: no problem! By the time you peak you’re running for three hours. You finish, get home, take an ice bath, and eat. It’s already past noon and you think: bring on the Saturday! But you just ran 20 miles, burned 2,000 calories. You’re tired and not in the mood to go for a hike, help with yard work, stand in line for anything. All those things you used to do on Saturdays. So instead, you take a nap.
I once read an article that said if you want to run a successful marathon, you can’t just run like a runner; you need to live like a runner. That means getting enough sleep, eating the right food, and training during the week. All of that takes time.
Don’t get me wrong: the exchange rate is a good one. You give up your lazy Saturday mornings for a life-changing experience. You’ll feel better: inside and out. For Team in Training, it’s an even better exchange rate: you’re helping save lives. And once you get that marathon itch, it’s an obvious choice.
So, goodbye Saturday. See you on March 27th; after the ING Georgia Marathon.
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As I was signing on the line, I thought: there’s no going back now.
Then they gave me these things that are like purple leg warmers except for your arms. When someone gives you sleeves, there’s REALLY no going back. Yes, I am wearing them right now while I’m writing this blog. I need to keep my muscles warm so I don’t pull something lifting this stack of paperwork.
I am now a member of Team in Training (I’ll pause here so you can add a “woo-hoo!”).
My first run-in with Team in Training was a purple blur. I was running my very first marathon when a pack of violet-clad runners passed me. It seemed like a hodge-podge group of people… strange they were all dressed alike. And I kept seeing them: the silver-haired couple jogging with a smile (who smiles in a marathon?!), pony-tailed girls in purple shorts, a woman with a shaved head. That’s when I realized they were more than a running group.
Team in Training raises money for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. In 2008, more than 40,000 participants raised $85 Million. If imitation is the best form of flattery, TNT should be blushing. Since 1988, other non-profits have copied their successful model. Each participant is required to raise a specific amount of money (for the ING, it’s $1800). The group trains together in the months leading up to the run. TNT provides coaches, direction, and fundraising help.
As a runner, you just can’t ignore TNT: they’re everywhere. I finally jumped on the wagon this week for a simple reason: they asked.
A Team in Training staff member read my blog on the Zooma Run, and asked me to sign on with them for the ING Georgia Marathon. I ran it past my producers and… voila! Here we are. Me and my purple sleeves.
In the next four months I know I’ll meet amazing people, log hundreds of miles, and probably suffer a few blisters. But marathons always bring the unexpected. I hope you’ll join me for the ride. I’ll be posting frequent updates here on 11aliveblogs.com. You can also follow me on Twitter: @JulieWolfe.
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