hang over 5k classic.

My husband and I decided to start out the new year on the right foot (literally). So, today we ran a 5k in town. It really wasn’t all that bad, considering the amount of running I’ve done as of late.

It wasn’t as warm as desired today, with a high of 40 degrees. We layered up quite a bit and that helped. We warmed up enough by mile 1.5 to take off our gloves and ear warmers so that was nice, too. I’m not usually fond of running in cold weather due to my under-functioning lungs, but they made it possible for me to finish and that’s all that matters.

We finished with a time of 32:55. Not my best time for a 5k, but I’ll take it. They had white castle sliders (among other things to eat), but really? White castle? Is that even real meat on those things? No thanks. I stuck to the ever faithful uncrustable and chocolate milk.

Thank goodness the race didn’t start until noon, because we wouldn’t have made it any earlier after staying up with friends to watch the ball drop at midnight. It was a great night and a nice race.

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we’re dorks.

So I completed my first race of the year in Kentucky. Now my goal (as I stated yesterday) is to run a 5k in every state that touches KY. Next up…Ohio. Wish me luck!

asics and nikes and brooks, oh my!

Over the past few weeks I have been researching running shoes. Believe it or not, this girl has been training in and running races in shoes she bought four years ago. I’ve heard you’re suppose to replace running shoes every 6 months or at least by 600 miles worth of running. Depending on how much you run, you may not have to get new ones every six months. In my case, I think it’s time. Back in college I bought a pink pair of asics. I picked asics, because I thought the name was the funniest of the brands out there. Very logical, I know. But I ended up absolutely loving them. They have been great and held up nicely…until now. Lately, I’ve notice aches and pains in my shins and knees and I’m really thinking it might be related to my shoes (I’m praying that it’s not because I’m getting old).

I’ve heard a lot of people rave about Nike and I have friends who swear by Asics, but then there’s Mizuno and Brooks that the “pro” runners would most likely recommend. Even though I thought I would always be a loyal Asics wearer, I found these Nike shoes the other day that I fell in love with:

pretty fly for a white girl.

I may have to wait until I can find a better deal on them though…such as free. For Christmas, ya know. But we’ll see. Maybe I can talk my husband into getting me an EARLY Christmas gift. 😉

So if you see me out running in the near future, hopefully I’ll be weaing these bad boys.

What’s your running shoe brand of choice? And why?

medical center 10k classic: results.

I learned two valuable lesson this past Saturday:

1. Just because I’ve run a half-marathon does not mean running a 10k, with very little training, will be a breeze. FYI: it will not.

2. If I’ve been sick the week leading up to the race, I should listen to my body and NOT run.

Going into the race I had a goal time of 1 hour. I missed that goal by seven minutes. It may not look that bad on paper, but knowing what I felt like during the race made it seem that much worse. Not to mention the fact t hat I really think I could have met my goal time had I not been sick and trained a little better.

My husband came to the race on his bike and tried to ride around and cheer me on at certain points. I lost B somewhere around mile 2, because she has a faster pace than me. When I finally saw my husband around 2.5 miles I yelled to him “Take me home! I want to go home!”. But right as I said that another friend of mine ran by and yelled, “Come on, Jill. You’re not quitting!” So I ran with her for a little bit and then slowed down to a walk to catch my breath for a second. It may sound lame how far I got before I had to walk, but the phlegm on my lungs was so bad I was wheezing and every breath I took sounded like a roaring lion.

So I would run about a mile and then walk for 30-45 seconds and then run again. It was the only way for me to finish the race without dying. Finally I could see the end and I have never been so glad and disappointed at the same to see a finish line. I say that, because the course ended in the WKU football stadium, but not from the Big Red Way entrance, which is downhill, but from the entrance on the opposite side, which is UPhill. So we had to loop around the outside of the stadium, knowing we were so close to the end, yet still so far. Ok, that was a little dramatic I’ll admit, but it was frustrating. Thanks to the genius who had that idea!

Needless to say, I survived the race and I am truly grateful for that. I’m grateful for an encouraging husband, great friends, and the strength from the Lord to accomplish yet another race.

another day, another race. no big deal.

When B and I got to the race, we enjoyed watching the various warm-ups that people have. It’s pretty entertaining. If you haven’t taken the time to do this before a race, please do. It’ll make you laugh.

I decided after the race that if I run a race that is more than a 5k, I no longer want to run it if there’s fewer than 10,000 runners. I just like being engulfed in a sea of runners too much. I like constantly passing people. I like millions of cheering fans on the sidewalks. I like lots of people around me to motivate me not to stop running. So there. It may sound selfish, but it’s how I really feel right now.

So now that I have accomplished a half-marathon, 10K and 5K this year, I am determined to do that triathlon. I’m serious this time. It may not happen by the end of the year, but I can assure you, it will happen! Stay tuned.

dear tomorrow, annie may love you, but I don’t.

Tomorrow is the 33rd annual Medical Center 10k Classic and I’m 100% dreading it. Yep, dreading it. I actually can’t even believe I’m still going to run it, because of course those good ‘ol sinus infections like to sneak up on you like a bandit on the west side of town at night in a dark alley. It never fails to come at the worst time, too, with the goal of leaving you feeling exhausted and completely worthless. Well, sinuses, you succeeded. I feel awful.

Not only has my nose been running like the mighty waters of Niagara Falls, but my head feels like a hot air balloon on steroids. Not to mention my training (or lack thereof) has been lame. I have felt so weak this week (did you see what I did there?) that I haven’t gone for a run at all. Six days without running..that’s insane when you realize you’re running 6.2 miles in 18 hours. So, unlike little orphan Annie, I don’t love ya, tomorrow. Maybe another day.

However! All of this weakness talk has got me thinking about Jesus. Wait, that sounds bad. What I mean is, it got me thinking of the passage in 2 Corinthians, chapter 12. Paul is writing to the Corinthians about his past and recent struggles. He says he will only boast about his weaknesses, because Christ’s power is made perfect in weakness. Now I know I’m not in the same situation as Paul, and running 6.2 miles is nowhere near imprisonment, persecution or torture, but it is a situation where I will need Christ’s strength to get me through…“for when I am weak, then I am strong”. This is my opportunity to give ALL of the glory to the one who truly deserves it.

“For I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.”

-Philipians 4:13

Check back for the outcome of tomorrow’s events. If I survive….kidding. Kind of.

medical center 10k classic.

I realized the other day that I am very unhappy with the amount of motivation I have to excercise. I ran the KY Derby Mini Marathon this past April (you can read about it here), so I was highly motivated to run almost every day leading up to the race. Who wants to show up on race day and not be able to finish it? Not I.

I told myself I’d be an idiot to run another mini marathon, after practically dying at the finish line, so I got the brilliant idea to do half of a half marathon, also known as a 10k. I’ve never done one before, so I am excited to take part in it. For all you non-runners out there, a 10k is 6.2 miles. You’re welcome.

Every year Bowling Green hosts the Medical Center 10k Classic in the fall. I signed up for it with just a little over two months to get my booty in gear train.

I have run a little bit since the mini and I even ran a 5k with my dad in June. But I really wouldn’t say I’ve been consistent in running. Now that I am signed up for a race, I know I can’t say, “Eh, I don’t think I’ll run today, maybe tomorrow or next week”. I have set a goal time of one hour for myself. That would put me at just barely under a ten minute mile. For me, that is definitely do-able. And after missing my goal time by four lousy minutes at the mini, I am really determined to do it this time.

With all of that being said, here is the training guide that I will (do my best to) follow for the next couple of months:

If you would like to join me for the race, you can visit this website to register. Good luck!

5k results.

If there was ever a proudest moment in my life, it was on Saturday morning when I ran a 5K. I know what you might be thinking…”Geeze, she’s humble”. But I’m not talking about being proud of myself. I’m talking about my DAD! My dad ran track in high school, but has not run competitively since then. Saturday was his first road race ever and he ran it in 40 minutes and 13 seconds. He finished 3rd in his age division and received a medal after the race. His goal was to finish the race in under 40 minutes and while he barely missed that, him finishing the race and doing as well as he did, is enough of an accomplishment in itself, in my opinion. He was pleased with the results and, of course, his family was as well.

the front had the race logo on it and the back had his place and age division.

He said after the race that he plans to run the entire 5k in December when my whole family does one in Gatlinburg, TN. He has been working so hard for this and I can’t wait to see his future results.

Right before the race (about 8:15am) it poured down rain. My hometown had not had rain for about 6-8 weeks according to my parents so it was a bittersweet moment, because they needed the rain, BUT at about 8:28 it stopped raining and we started the race. It barely sprinkled once around the 2 mile marker and the rest of the time was pretty pleasant…a bit humid, but not bad. After we crossed the finish line, we posed for a picture and a minute later it was a torrential downpour. We had to move under a canopy. Is God good or what for holding off that rain for the EXACT time of the race?!

my dad, an official 5k-er!

I’m just so unbelievably proud of him for setting these goals and for working so hard to achieve them. He is such an inspiration to our entire family and I’m very encouraged by his determination and perseverance. You have one very proud daughter, Dad. Thanks for being my hero. I love you!

Colon Cancer Awareness 5K

After a brief sabbatical, I decided to return to running once again. I had taken nearly a month off due to heat, laziness, and knee issues after the half-marathon. But yesterday I got the sudden urge to go out and run (I know right? In 102 degree weather, what was I thinking?). I was going to wake up early and go for a short run, but it was already SO hot outside that I said, “have you lost your marbles, jill?” and went back to bed for another hour.

After the sun went down last night, it really didn’t feel bad at all. So I walked over to my neighbor, running friend’s place and asked if she wanted to run. It worked out perfect, because she was already in workout clothing and said she wanted to. It felt pretty good for not having ran at all in the last month.

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Next Saturday, July 14th I’m going to run a 5K in my hometown with my Dad. It’s to support Colon Cancer Awareness. He doesn’t have colon cancer (just to clarify), but he has been running/walking a lot lately and has set a goal to finish a 5K this year. I’m incredibly proud of him and encouraged by him.

I registered for the race online (http://www.colonscreeningforlife.com/) and saw that we get these awesome dri-fit shirts when signed up!

i love dri-fits.

I’m looking forward to the race. I think we’ll have fun…as long as it isn’t 107 degrees at 8AM.

official photo.

They posted the “official” race-day photos on the race website. This was really the only one worth sharing. The rest, I’m either blocked by someone or too far away.

Pretty cool though. Still feeling it in my knees, but I’ve been icing everyday and still trying to take it easy. Hopefully they will heal before too long!

thirteen point one.

After crossing the finish line and receiving our medals. Kristina showing off her new bling, too! 🙂

We did it! I can’t tell you how great it feels to have accomplished it and how thankful I am to have gotten through it all. While I didn’t reach my goal time of 2:10, I did run the entire race! Which was my number one goal in the first place. My second goal was missed by FOUR stinking minutes. Annoying. Yep, my official time was 2:14:27. Let me just tell you though, I went through every single emotional possible while running those thirteen miles. I’ll explain myself, while giving details about the race.

NERVOUS: At the starting line, my nerves were going crazy. I was excited that the day had finally approached, but I was so nervous of multiple disasters capable of happening. I was worried I wouldn’t beat my goal time (which I didn’t, but who cares). I was worried I’d suffer a major injury during the race (which I didn’t, whew!). I also worried I would need to stop and walk (which I didn’t! YAY!). But all in all, I had no reason to be nervous. I did what I originally went to do…and that was to finish the race.

ANNOYED: At mile 3.5 I got the beloved cramp in my side. Up until this point, all the friends I started the race with had stayed together. Once the cramp hit, I knew I needed to drop back a little and let the pain down before I pushed too hard and needed to stop. I was glad I did, because at about mile 4, it went away! The annoyance passed.

MOTIVATED: At mile 4, I was feeling pretty strong. I was keeping  right on track with my 10 minute mile pace and I was very motivated at this point to even try and pick it up a little. I actually felt this way until mile 7, when we entered Churchill Downs. Dun dun dun…

FRUSTRATED: As we entered the race track right after mile 7, I was feeling good. But as soon as we had to go through two separate tunnels (entrance and exit) that were extremely narrow, I was very frustrated. It didn’t bother me when we were out on the open road that people stopped to walk. But if you’re going to walk through the most narrow part of the coarse, look out for those still running and MOVE OVER. At one point I felt like I was jogging in place, because people were acting like they were out for their Sunday stroll. Eventually, I made it out of there and I was able to focus back on my time again and get away from people.

CONTENT: I was feeling really content from about mile 8 or 9 until close to 10.5 or so (you get kind of lost with mileage after so long). But again, I was keeping on track with my 10 minute miles. Once I reach close to mile 11, I could definetly tell I was slowing down to more of a 10:10 mile or somewhere around there. But I just kept telling myself it was almost over; I was almost done.

ANGRY: As I approached the final few miles, (I thought) up ahead I could see the finish line banner. It was a straight shot to what I saw, but I knew it was still kind of a ways off. I could tell it was a huge banner, and really, why would anyone else have a banner up on the race coarse? Well, it wasn’t the finish line, guys. It was a stupid beer banner. What the heck? After I passed that banner, I could see the mile marker for mile TWELVE. One more mile to go…

UPSET: Somewhere after I passed the mile twelve marker, I looked at my watch and knew that I was too far off from the finish line to beat my goal time of 2:10. I wanted to push harder so bad, but I felt like if I did, I would keel over and die. All these thoughts just rushed through my head like, “why didn’t I stay with my friends?”, “why did I get in that mess at the last water station and let it slow me down?”, “why can’t I pick up my pace right now?” I seriously thought if I didn’t see the finish line in a couple minutes, tears were going to stream down my face. I just wanted to be done.

EXCITED: And there it was! I turned a corner and I saw the finish line. I was only 3 minutes passed my goal time at this point, so I went into an all-out, full-out sprint (it probably didn’t look this way to bystanders, but it sure felt like a sprint – and I was definitely moving faster). My knees, my thighs, and my calves hurt so bad, but I didn’t care, I was just excited to see the finish line so close! After I crossed the finish line I heard my friend yell, “Jill! You did it! And Kristina just got engaged!” I had finished the half-marathon I spent the last 5 months training for and on top of THAT one of my best friends got engaged as she crossed the finish line. Her and her fiance ran the race with us too. It was quite an exciting moment for everyone.

RELIEF: It felt so good to be done. I was proud of myself for finishing and not walking at all. It really was an incredible feeling. The Lord gave me all the strength I needed to get through it and I am so thankful for that. I’m blessed to have had my husband there cheering me on and great friends to encourage me before and after the race.

But let me just put this out there now…as proud as I am, as good as it felt, and as much as I liked it (at moments), it will be my one and only half-marathon. I’m saying it now, so that if I ever get the idea of doing another one, you will smack me silly. This girl is a one hit wonder kinda runner.

Next up: Bowling Green Triathlon in August. Who’s with me?