The race today was phenomenal. We could not have asked for a better day, nor better running companions. I met some really fantastic people out there on the road, and I am so grateful that I was able to run in this event with my Grampa.
A more complete report of the Newport Marathon will be released tomorrow. Now, I must sleep!
But I had to share with you – I am so excited to be running the Newport Marathon with my Grampa. We had a lovely drive out to the coast, and a wonderful dinner where we met a lovely girl who lives in the first building I called home in NW Portland! In the same unit one floor down! We live in a a small world, full of surprises.
The drive out was gorgeous: blue skies, old barns, and grand views of the ocean.
When we arrived at our hotel, we discovered the most perfect view from our room:
I want to share so much more, but since I am posting from my phone (which is a little more challenging and time consuming), as well as getting up in five and a half hours, I must bid you goodnight, my friends.
Sweet dreams, and have fun running tomorrow!
This quote arrived in my email inbox from Runner’s World this Thursday evening, and at first made me chuckle… Then I thought, you know, this is really true. I love getting out and running and looking at the world around me. I people-watch, see wildlife, photograph this beautiful city I have the great pleasure of living in, and sing songs in my head to my heart’s desire (or out loud, depending on how many miles I have covered and if I’m getting that runner’s high … There’s a possibility that I can pass for a crazy person after 12 miles; a happy, smiling, singing crazy person, but … a little different nonetheless).
It’s funny to sit here and know that in about 36 hours I will be on my way running 26.2 miles. I feel like I am in denial that I will be doing this race at all this time around. Maybe because the circumstances surrounding last year’s St. George race really did not start off well (story here: Marathoner), and this time my Grandpa is going to do the race with me. Which is fantastic! The weather in Newport will be a perfect 50 degrees, not raining, cloudy with sun… What more could a Portland girl want?
I know with everything that I am, that I will run faster than I did in Utah seven months ago. I still claim to not have a goal pace, although I do think that 4:40 finishing time is my new target. And while this clocks in at a whole half hour faster than my previous marathon (I think) I am pretty sure I have it in me. Regardless, I go forth into the unknown of this race, without expectation or need for a specific outcome. Because I still want to have fun (and take pictures!).
I run to finish with enthusiasm and joy for the sport! I do think that there may be a turning point when my ego is inclined to begin racing rather than allow me to run and enjoy, and I am grateful that I have not yet reached that point.
Do you run in organized events to race? Or is it a run for fun with thousands of your peers? Has your point of view changed?
I am a little bit surprised by the fact that I have stuck to it and written a blog post, and performed 30 push-ups every day for 28 consecutive days as of… whenever I post this tonight. I have previously attempted a blog streak, although I feel at that time I was less successful. Posting solely an image, reflecting on some mildly interesting event, and hoping that the brief jot would sufficiently fulfill the daily requirement and satisfy my own need to create and express.
As I learned in November, putting in a little effort turned out to be just that: a little satisfying. And each time I knew I was kind of … well… only putting in a half-effort, and that hole would appear in the pit of my stomach reminding me that the content I put out into the world of the Internets was less than. So, as my posts come later and later this May, edging into the wee hours of the morning, it is because I am learning that making a quality post each day is quite a stretch. And I would rather be satisfied with my post and miss a little sleep than feel that pit form in my belly.
Despite the difficulty coming up with the next post, I am thoroughly enjoying every moment spent composing. I have also learned that I am naturally a night owl… Or at least, I kick into creative overdrive in the late evening. Which is difficult to honor and maintain when getting up at 5:30 or 6am every day to get in the morning workout.
Do you find yourself compromising on sleep to exercise and satisfy your creative side with artful activities?
“Burning the candle at both ends” as they say… And currently, lovingit!
I hope you were all able to do something that brought you happiness today!
Look at that tree… I mean, would you even guess that I took this running in L.A.???
This morning’s run was gorgeous. The sun was out, it was 70 degrees, and I got to tackle a hill with drinking fountains on the way up, and a surprise at the top:
I even found roses lining the sidewalks of homes in the area. And their scent was so sweet! Just like the roses at home.
After our morning workout, we went to breakfast and had some delicious eggs and bacon and headed to visit a good friend in Santa Monica. On our drive in, there were some pretty amazing murals on the walls beside the road:
The beach was full of people: using the bike path, catching some rays in the sand, and surfing in the waves. The wind was blowing, and kites were flying. With a smile on my face, I decided to go stick my toes in the ocean:
This has been such a wonderful trip – spending time with Brandi is always good and getting to see her and just hang out like we did so many years ago is really … indescribably healing and relaxing. She is my best friend, and I am so grateful to have the opportunity to share in each other’s lives despite distance between us and the different paths we have taken. Friendship like this is hard to find.
Do you have a friend you keep in touch with from your early childhood?
Does it still feel like it did all those years ago – free, easy, and always accepting?
Happy Tuesday, and Happy Running (and Reminiscing!),
This morning, Brandi and headed out to Fullerton to watch my Mom’s fiancé play a match of Racquetball. It was the first time I have ever watched him compete in his sport, and I tell you – the man is focused, fair, and very respectful for this game and his opponents. He is a great athlete to watch, and a fabulous source for inspiration.
As the Newport Marathon quickly approaches, I am finding myself under-enthusiastic about running this race. I can’t quite put my finger on what is nagging at me, this race is close to the beach (which I love), my Grampa will be there with me, and we get to enjoy the surf, sand, and sea for one more day before heading back into town to return to ‘real life’ – a.k.a. My day job.
Part of my hesitation about this race is that for some reason, I feel less prepared than I was for St. George last year. But frankly, I used the same training g program. At this point in time, I am prepared in just the same way as that race seven months ago, and in fact, I am faster than last year.
So what is keeping me from the excitement? The anticipation?
Overall, I know I am not as prepared as I wanted to be. In my mind, before training began, I wanted to max my weekend workout run at more than twenty miles, to get in more weight truing, and practice yoga twice each week to maintain (and re-gain) flexibility.
The truth is, I hope that after today, I can harness some of the energy I saw this morning at the Racquetball match. Those gentlemen really know how to have a good time, and how to concentrate on the task at hand.
How do you stay motivated until you race? Have you ever felt simply exhausted and let that “I don’t care” mentality creep into your mind?
This morning was so wonderfully, the whole day felt fantastically indulgent. I slept in until about 7:30 (which is totally out of the norm, and was amazing), had a couple of cups of coffee and chatted with my aunt for about an hour and a half before my Grandpa appeared and we went out on our 4 mile run. The weather was perfect: Clear and sunny and not too warm, probably staying in the low seventies.
We were able to run without water (the air is so dry here, I would carry water on a two-mile run if it weren’t available) because a mile from our starting point we arrived at a park with two very lovely water fountains, some delicious shade, and a rubberized walkway encircling the park.
We ran & walked the distance – and it was truly a wonderful run, and great time spent bonding with Grampa. I am so grateful for my family that supports me in my crazy pursuits, and a big ole thanks to my Aunt and Uncle for putting me up on this vacation!
I bid you all goodnight – have a great Friday! ~Alaina
As I was packing to go on my first vacation since the Christmas/New Year’s Holidays, I realized I need to run four times while I am out of my city. In unfamiliar territory. Out of my comfortzone. In cities where I won’t know North, East, South or West like the back of my hand, and frankly, it’s a little intimidating.
Fortunately, this will not be a super long distance weekend for me. With the Newport Marathon only a week and a half away, this Saturday I only need to run 8 miles, and tomorrow, I happen to be lucky enough to get to run with my Grampa – a nice, short four mile run (I’m learning to love the short). I am especially grateful that it is short because I am no longer in the cool, breezy northwest, having taken up residence slightly further South in Las Vegas for a couple of days. This run may be in 75 degree heat, and I am trying to mentally prepare myself to feel too warm.
On Saturday, I will have the good fortune to be spending time with my best friend in LA, who tells me she knows the perfect spot for me to do my 8 mile run (possibly – or quite likely – also a warm run). I am looking forward to exploring some unknown terrain over the next few days. A change of scenery will (hopefully) bring some great photo ops!
How do you prepare for travel when you are training for a race?
There is something about marathon training that manages to make the long runs easier, and the short runs harder. Suddenly, running for anything less than an hour seems so insignificant. A three-mile run sounds so silly, and you can almost feel yourself thinking “this is such a waste of time”…
Tomorrow morning, I have a short run scheduled. Part of the “taper” plan. Yeap….
Who knew that one day I would be here; in a place where I felt more comfortable running eight miles than two. Okay three.
I am no longer awe-struck by double-digit runs others tell me about that fall within the teens or under the 26 mile mark. The remarkable feats that catch my attention are those of the triathlon type, or when someone is training tells me they are running double digits two days in a row. Which… I am about to start my new adventure in doubling up on the weekends, in just a short week and a half.
I have decided to literally jump right in to the 50K training the weekend of my marathon (allowing all goes well race day), I will be taking on a 6-10 mile run the day after running 26.2. I am not sure how my body (or my mind) will take this. I am certainly very curious about this, and definitely interested in giving it a shot!
What has been your greatest challenge when training for a race?
Have you ever found yourself loathing the short run, and longing for more miles?