Monday, May 12, 2008

12:01



Well the Eugene half-marathon is over and I am not able to claim a personal victory. I thought for sure I could run the whole distance since a mere two weeks ago I did 11.2 with no problem and felt like I could have kept going. Unfortunately it was not to be. I did PR but when you set the bar as low as I did in Super Jock 'n Jill half-marathon it isn't too hard to improve.

I felt fine going out, actually got into my groove at mile 4 and felt like running the whole way was in the bag and probably at a (for me) decent pace. However, I kept looking down at the Garmin and the pace was too fast for the distance I was going to be covering. I tried to slow the pace down but I couldn't hold it at the slower pace. By the time mile 9 came around I didn't have any more soup and had to start doing walk/run breaks. I kept that up until about the last .75 mile when I made myself keep running. I kept watching the average pace on the Garmin creep up and I was going to be damned if it got above 12:00 per mile. So I ran. A slow lumbering run but a run all the same.

After the finish I checked the Garmin and it read an 11:52 pace. What I didn't factor in was it also said I ran 13.25 miles. I was not super pleased with my time at that time but I figured "OK, you beat your previous half-marathon time by 38 seconds a mile and you finished under a 12:00 pace. An improvement". I could live with that and even feel sort of OK with the improvement. Then came the official results.

According to the official results my pace was. . . 12:01. Yup. 12:01. Based on the official distance of 13.1 my finish time resulted in a 12:01 pace. If I could have pushed it somewhere for 26 lousy seconds I could have been 11:59. Perhaps if I didn't stop to remove the rock in my shoe. Taken fewer walk steps at the water stops. Ate the GU sooner. Or (most importantly) got my lazy butt to train a little harder I could have spared myself the disappointment of a 12:00 pace. *sigh* I am surprised at how much this bothers me. However, I am turning it into a motivator. I have printed out 12:01 in big numbers and am taping it to my front door. Every time I feel like blowing off a workout all I have to do is look at that and remember my disappointment.

On a more positive note, my brother ROCKED! He finished the full marathon in 3 hours 53 minutes; shaving more than 17 minutes off his last year's marathon time. He worked amazingly hard for four months to succeed at this race and I am so proud of him. He looked much worse at the finish this year than last and spent awhile in the bathroom back at the hotel dry heaving but I am sure he would say it was all worth it.

As long as I am handing out props let me give a much deserved one to Kevin too. He ran his first half-marathon and finished with an 11:02 pace. He hadn't been able to train much at all the last seven weeks or so because of a foot injury and was concerned how he would perform. He shouldn't have worried because he exceeded his expectations. His finish has renewed his enthusiasm for full marathon training for the San Francisco marathon in August. I am extremely proud of him.

Eugene is a wonderful little town and they put on a really well-organized race. Plenty of Honey Buckets, organized expo and gear check, good shuttle service, plenty of water stops, lots of enthusiastic spectators and volunteers, tasty food at the finish. Even the weather was great, as it always is in Eugene when I am there. The gods must love Eugene. There are truly no complaints or ways I could think of to improve. Maybe we'll try again next year.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Il Neige!

It is April freakin' 18th and it is snowing! What the hell?! This is not OK. I would like to lodge a complaint. No run for me tonight. I refuse to run in this shit.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Long Run

I completed my longest consecutive run on Tuesday night. I did 11.2 miles on the Burke Gilman. My pace was positively sloth-like but I am perfectly fine with that since I am so pleased with the distance. The half-marathon shouldn't be any problem now.
The long run never ceases to amaze me. I usually think "wow, this is going to be far and I will have trouble finishing" but once you get going it just all clicks. I dread going out there but I always end up loving it. The first three miles are a little tough for some reason but then it all becomes easy and the rhythm kicks in and you just start reeling in the miles. I almost get giddy in the middle of the run.
I had never been on that section of the Burke Gilman before (Matthew's Beach south to the UW Hospital and back) so it was nice to see some new scenery. Also nice to be in a little more populated area since I knew I was going to be pushing sunset by the time the run was completed.
Chuckles along the way: passing the dorms at the UW, which were a long way up the hill, I smelled the distinctive stench of patchouli wafting down on me (such a college cliche) and a groan inducing sign for a dentist's office "Fiddler on the Tooth"; the office of the Dr. Fiddler. I really wish I was kidding about that last one.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Happy Hoogen Day!


Four years ago today I walked into the Humane Society for Seattle/King County looking for a new kitty to add to my home. While in one of the back rooms full of cages, looking at eye level cats, I heard a meow like a question. It actually went up at the end and was possibly the cutest meow ever. I looked down and there was this little black and white paw sticking out through the bars trying to touch my leg. I filled out paperwork, interviewed and spent time in the tiny get to know you room with her. This was my kitty.


I am incredibly lucky to have this darling, affectionate, playful, gregarious, wee little bundle of black and white fur. She is always ready to play but never keeps you up at night or wakes you up in the morning. She has become a cuddler and charms everyone who walks in the door. She makes me smile to just look at her. Even Oliver seems to kind of tolerate her. Here's to many more years of Jackie and her perpetual kittenhood!




Wednesday, April 9, 2008

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

My how things have changed. Then:
  • junior in high school
  • hair color : various shades of red
  • about 115 pounds
  • career aspirations to be the editor of "Rolling Stone"
  • thought hippies were cool

Now:

  • junior in college
  • hair color : various shades of blonde
  • let's just say "significantly more than" 115 pounds
  • career aspirations to be an accountant and only occasionally read "Rolling Stone"
  • thinks hippies should shower

Eating Our Way Around The Bay

I had a fabulous time in San Francisco. It was 20 years ago to the month that I visited there. It was for a high school journalism competition/conference and I remember loving the city then. Our four days this time were a whirlwind. We got into town and went to Berkely to tour the Scharffen Berger chocolate factory and eat an amazing lunch and did a little tourist walking around downtown. Since I was operating on about seven hours of sleep for the last two days this was more than enough for me that day. Friday was a trip to Haight-Ashbury, Golden Gate Park for a ride on an antique carousel and a walk through the flower conservatory, lunch at Magnolia's, shopping for unusual artisan chocolates (I bought three that involved bacon!), one of the most amazing dinners of my life at Frescati and a fabulous performance by three visiting ballet companies at the Opera House. Saturday was cable cars, Fisherman's Wharf, the aquarium where we got to touch a leopard shark, tour of the three ships at the Maritime National Historic Park and another amazing meal at a little hole in the wall in Chinatown called Chef Jia's. Sunday Kevin had a class and I needed to study so I holed up in the hotel room reading about equity securities until the afternoon. Then we took a tour of Alcatraz and had yet another fabulous meal at some gourmet Mexican place whose name eludes me now. I came back never wanting to eat again.

The city is much as I remember it but I have definitely changed since 1988. Good thing. Who wants to be like they were at sixteen? I have a significantly lower tolerance for large crowds, the homeless, the crazy, and the grime of the city then I did back in the day. I was happy to get back home to my relatively small little city where there is a little more breathing room. San Fran is a great place to visit, can't wait to go back but there is truly no place like home.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Time Begins On Opening Day

What a glorious thing it is to be driving home from school with the sun shining and the sounds of baseball on the radio. All is right with the world.