It has been two weeks and I am finally ready to post my experience running the NYC marathon as a nursing mom. I started with a mile-by-mile account which I still haven't completed, so here's a snap-shot of before and after.
First of all, I'm a very slow runner. I got up at 4am, nursed my baby, then left my house at 5am. Between taking the train from Queens to the Staten Island Ferry, taking the ferry to Staten Island and then you know the whole pre-race thing w/ breakfast and all...well if you don't know...wow that is a site they don't show on TV...but it is an unforgettable experience you've just got to see at least once in your lifetime.
It's really cold and everyone, and by everyone I mean about 40,000 people, is laying around wrapped up in sleeping bags, blankets and trash bags wearing our most bummed-out-looking outfits because they will end up shedding them and throwing them on the side of the road as the race begins and our bodies finally start heating up. It looks like a scene from Armigeden or something.
So it was five hours from the time I left my house until I actually started running. Bag check was due at 9am, so at 8:30 I pulled out a brand new Avent hand pump that my BD bought for me the night before and my two girlfriends who were also running held jackets up around me while I tried to figure out how to work the thing, and onlookers pretended not to be staring out of the corners of their eyes.
Actually, it is slower than my $300 electric Medela double pump, but my boobs were more responsive to this one and it seemed the milk flow would never stop. I pumped out two five-ounce bottles and it was still flowing.
The race started at 10:20 am and I didn't finish 'till after 5pm. Then I was way too exhausted by the time I made it across the finish line, picked up my bag and found the nearest train station because it was dark out and I was exhausted and totally disoriented.
Once I sat on the train I was so tired and my legs were hurting so bad I couldn't move. I got on the train going down-town and I needed the up-town train so I got out off the next stop and started walking up the steps, but I was using my arms to pull myself up the stairs. Two people stopped and asked me if I needed help...lol. I gave up after about 4 steps, got back on the train and took it all the way to the end of the line and then waited for it to go back uptown.
All I could think about going home was whether I would be able to walk up the four flights of stairs to the ground level and then walk the half a mile home. I was freaking out that my legs were just going to give out under me when I went to stand up and I was going to fall flat on my face and later wake up lying on the subway platform, or worse, they were going to take me on a stretcher to the hospital and then I would be stuck with trying to find my way home all over again.
So the last thing on my mind was pumping my bloating breasts. Besides I just found out I'm going to have to have all 4 wisdom's teeth removed and they were killing me for the 2nd half of the marathon, each step like taking a hammer and nail to them.
But the good news? With my aching legs trembling beneath me and my mouth feeling like it was giving birth to a big-headed-tooth, my bulging boobs went unnoticed.
I made it home and I was even able to lay on the bed for 30 minutes and let the Motrin kick in before I nursed my baby.
Now I am here more than two weeks later, I am still alive, my body has completely recovered minus the 4 aching wisdom's teeth that are still awaiting removal, but the pain is mostly subdued with Motrin, nothing horrible happened to my boobs, didn't get mastitis or anything, still pumping plenty of satisfying milk as always so all is well that ends well.
And the craziest part of this whole story? I would do it all again in an instant!
Stay tuned for mile-by-mile account of this crazy experience, my running plans for the future and my recovery story from getting my wisdom's teeth pulled.
Oh and while you're waiting check out my website that I've been busy building: http://www.running-mom.com. Peace out.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Protect our Democracy!
It’s been 9 days now since my last run. Monday, 10/13, my buddy Michelle and I decided to spend Columbus Day in Central Park doing our longest run before the marathon…a whopping 20 miles!
We set the entire day aside to run…well at least I did I think Michelle had grand plans of studying afterwards (she’s in graduate school earning a Ph.D. – bless her courageous heart!).
W arrived in CP around 10:30 and finished our run around 4:30…an entire 6 hours of running…but all those hills and the jogging stroller slowed us down and then there’s no water stands and stinky outhouses along the course so we had to take detours, so that’s more extra time. Then counting the walk from the train station to the park and from the park to the diner afterwards was about another 2 miles so in all we ran at least 22 miles and then some. So we’re in tip top shape for the marathon now.
I came home that night and E-man sneezed non-stop for one whole hour. I was so impressed with him he didn’t fuss one time while we were running except to eat and then he was fine again…he just hung out in the jogging stroller all day. Good thing I’m getting this in now…’cause I doubt he will be this patient for long. He’s becoming more and more energetic every day. He now stands up in his crib…and less than a week after he figured that out, he’s now trying to climb out. Poor baby just got stuck between the rods trying to climb out.
Oh and he does the cutest thing now. His daddy picked out this little entertainment center for him and it has a little walker thing attached to it that’s supposed to swivel around the entertainment center (I was ready to get him a jumper). But he loves it. I was worried because it’s not made of the highest quality. The two sides of the plastic stand had to be screwed together and the seam is too big so the walker part can’t move around the entertainment center w/out getting stuck on the seam. I was like no way he’s going to be able to move this, but his daddy had faith in him. “Look at the way he grabs onto you,” he’d say, “My son is strong!”
So the other day he’s in the little walker part, and he starts walking across the room, dragging the table behind him. Now my boy thinks outside the box, and yeah he’s strong!
But anyway he was sneezing and sneezing and has had the sniffles and a little cough all week so I’ve been keeping him inside and only taking him out for short walks to get some fresh air because he and I both go stir crazy if we’re cooped up in here for too long…speaking of stir crazy…he’s kind of loosing it right now so I’m off to put him to bed.
The big run is almost year. Yay! I can’t wait for it to be here and can’t wait for it to be over.
Oh you know what before I go, I’ve got to mention one more thing. I read this story today http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/10/21/BAUC13L3GQ.DTL&tsp=1. It’s about Arien O'Connell, who ran the San Francisco Nike marathon this month and even though she had the fastest time, they didn’t acknowledge her as the winner because she wasn’t running with the elite runners…such a crock of dung. So let’s give a shout out to Arien. You are the true winner and you are our hero! Please fight those stuck up bureaucrats and get what’s yours for all our sakes.
Whoever they gave the stolen first prize too, come on you know better. Arien O’Connell, you and Al Gore should get together and fight this, not just for your sakes…but for everyone…for the right of every individual in this great democracy! Stand up and protect our rights!
We set the entire day aside to run…well at least I did I think Michelle had grand plans of studying afterwards (she’s in graduate school earning a Ph.D. – bless her courageous heart!).
W arrived in CP around 10:30 and finished our run around 4:30…an entire 6 hours of running…but all those hills and the jogging stroller slowed us down and then there’s no water stands and stinky outhouses along the course so we had to take detours, so that’s more extra time. Then counting the walk from the train station to the park and from the park to the diner afterwards was about another 2 miles so in all we ran at least 22 miles and then some. So we’re in tip top shape for the marathon now.
I came home that night and E-man sneezed non-stop for one whole hour. I was so impressed with him he didn’t fuss one time while we were running except to eat and then he was fine again…he just hung out in the jogging stroller all day. Good thing I’m getting this in now…’cause I doubt he will be this patient for long. He’s becoming more and more energetic every day. He now stands up in his crib…and less than a week after he figured that out, he’s now trying to climb out. Poor baby just got stuck between the rods trying to climb out.
Oh and he does the cutest thing now. His daddy picked out this little entertainment center for him and it has a little walker thing attached to it that’s supposed to swivel around the entertainment center (I was ready to get him a jumper). But he loves it. I was worried because it’s not made of the highest quality. The two sides of the plastic stand had to be screwed together and the seam is too big so the walker part can’t move around the entertainment center w/out getting stuck on the seam. I was like no way he’s going to be able to move this, but his daddy had faith in him. “Look at the way he grabs onto you,” he’d say, “My son is strong!”
So the other day he’s in the little walker part, and he starts walking across the room, dragging the table behind him. Now my boy thinks outside the box, and yeah he’s strong!
But anyway he was sneezing and sneezing and has had the sniffles and a little cough all week so I’ve been keeping him inside and only taking him out for short walks to get some fresh air because he and I both go stir crazy if we’re cooped up in here for too long…speaking of stir crazy…he’s kind of loosing it right now so I’m off to put him to bed.
The big run is almost year. Yay! I can’t wait for it to be here and can’t wait for it to be over.
Oh you know what before I go, I’ve got to mention one more thing. I read this story today http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/10/21/BAUC13L3GQ.DTL&tsp=1. It’s about Arien O'Connell, who ran the San Francisco Nike marathon this month and even though she had the fastest time, they didn’t acknowledge her as the winner because she wasn’t running with the elite runners…such a crock of dung. So let’s give a shout out to Arien. You are the true winner and you are our hero! Please fight those stuck up bureaucrats and get what’s yours for all our sakes.
Whoever they gave the stolen first prize too, come on you know better. Arien O’Connell, you and Al Gore should get together and fight this, not just for your sakes…but for everyone…for the right of every individual in this great democracy! Stand up and protect our rights!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Half of the Marathon Completed
I’m at that point in the marathon training where I’m just done…I just want it to be over…and my buddy Michelle who’s been training with me most of the time is also at that point, so we decided to do a half marathon with New York Road Runners to get some extra support.
We started out pretty slow, running together, doing a 13-14 minute mile, but I wanted to see how far I could push myself today…not such a good idea when you are only running on the weekends and you’re so close to the big event because let’s face it I am risking injury…but I was up for some fun.
At around mile five, I ran into this really cool couple from New Jersey who are also training for the NYC marathon. They were doing this run/walk thing and as I’ve said before, I always wanted to try it. I believed it would give me more energy in the long run…literally! ;-) I also believed I would be able to run faster because I’m not just running and running and running until I can’t run any more but rather I’m running with purpose for 3-10 minutes and then getting a walk break where I get to recover and start all over again with renewed energy.
This couple was doing a run for 3 minutes and then walking for 1 minute and it worked great! I ran with them for about 5 miles…so much fun! It makes it much more interesting when you get to take walk breaks…it breaks up the monotony of running long distance. So yes it is everything I expected and more and I’m sold. I’m doing this for the marathon. In fact I think I will do the exact same time I did with this couple…run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute.
You know another thing that I love so much about running marathons and half marathons, is you get to meet new people all the time. That’s what makes it so interesting. Just when you’re feeling down and like you’ve just had enough you run into some other runners and learn something new, exchange stories and have renewed energy.
And speaking of learning, I learned a lot from this couple. They told me they learned from their coach that there’s three kinds of running paces when it comes to running marathons: 1) commuter pace, 2) warm up pace, 3) all in pace…show what you’re made of ;-)
For the commuter pace, you are running a pace that you could maintain all day. For warm up pace, you pick it up a bit, but just a bit, your still not running as fast as you can. Then for the all you got pace, that’s exactly what you do, give it all you got…go as fast as you can…we’re not talking race speed though, because you want to keep it up for a few miles. Their goal was to run commuter pace the first sixteen miles, then warm up pace for about 4 miles and then run the last 10k giving it all they got.
I do something a little similar to that but not quite. I always knew your were supposed to start out slow. Like when I did the half, I started off with my buddy Michelle because I knew we would keep a slow pace (and we’re good company for each other!). Then I did the 2nd 5 miles with this couple running at a moderate pace, picking it up a little. Then I took off at about mile 10 with my buddy Roxanne who does about an 11 minute mile.
Roxanne was always faster than me, but after I had the baby and took a break from running and she continued to run she became MUCH faster than me. I always bust my butt running with her. I ran with Roxanne for about a mile, and quickly lost my breath and had to spend the next two miles recovering.
At the finish line, I did what I love to do best. When I see that finish line in the distance I start sprinting. I mean I pick up my feet and swing those hands and run that last dash like a Kenyan to the finish line. I always feel like superwoman in that last moment. I love it!
In all it took me 2 hours, 45 minute to run the half marathon. Not the fastest race I ever did. But much better than the half marathon I did in July which took me 3 hours and 7 minutes.
What’s more important is how I felt AFTERWARDS this time compared to in July. I felt great and was able to walk back, catch up to my buddy Michelle, run back with her to the finish line (about another mile) and then walk an additional mile back to the train station. Whereas after the half in July I sat there on a stump when I crossed the finish line and waited for Rock to come pick me up and I was in PAIN and EXHAUSTED!
Also it was really hot in July whereas it was pretty cool today. But it rained for both races. Ah and as for making comparisons, this entire race took place in Central Park (lots of hills) whereas the ½ in July took place the first half in Central Park and the 2nd half on the very flat but also desolate-except-for-lots-of-cars-and-exhaust-West-Side-Highway.
But most of all I know what really killed me last time versus this time (well besides the fact that I had done 0 training for the half whereas I did a bit of training for this one). I started out with my buddy Roxanne who is much faster than me and was feeling half dead after only a mile in July whereas this time I started out with my buddy Michelle who is a bit slower than me and that was the way to go!
Note to self. Run long runs with someone a bit slower. Run short, speed runs with someone a bit faster. But at the end of the day, it’s all up to me. Me, myself and I will be running the NYC marathon come November 2. Any support or company I have will be nice, but they will not be able to run for me. My two feet will stomp out every step of those 26.2 miles throughout NYC. I’m looking forward to it.
And then comes ELECTION DAY! If you haven’t registered to vote yet, stop reading this blog and go register! Time for Change! God bless!
Oh one more thing (for those of you who have already registered to vote). Yeah, my hubby stayed home with E-man today so I wasn’t pushing the jogging stroller. It felt so nice to not have anything to push…now I see how all that training with the jogging stroller has come in handy and made me into super-woman.
And E-man and his daddy had fun hanging out together, eating real food and doing guy stuff. Oh and you know what else, I smelled that food in his diaper the next day…that’s for sure…that was one stinky diaper. But all worth it. And E-man loved the carrots…at least the part of it that went in his mouth and not all over his face, on his shirt and on his sheets…lol!
We started out pretty slow, running together, doing a 13-14 minute mile, but I wanted to see how far I could push myself today…not such a good idea when you are only running on the weekends and you’re so close to the big event because let’s face it I am risking injury…but I was up for some fun.
At around mile five, I ran into this really cool couple from New Jersey who are also training for the NYC marathon. They were doing this run/walk thing and as I’ve said before, I always wanted to try it. I believed it would give me more energy in the long run…literally! ;-) I also believed I would be able to run faster because I’m not just running and running and running until I can’t run any more but rather I’m running with purpose for 3-10 minutes and then getting a walk break where I get to recover and start all over again with renewed energy.
This couple was doing a run for 3 minutes and then walking for 1 minute and it worked great! I ran with them for about 5 miles…so much fun! It makes it much more interesting when you get to take walk breaks…it breaks up the monotony of running long distance. So yes it is everything I expected and more and I’m sold. I’m doing this for the marathon. In fact I think I will do the exact same time I did with this couple…run 3 minutes, walk 1 minute.
You know another thing that I love so much about running marathons and half marathons, is you get to meet new people all the time. That’s what makes it so interesting. Just when you’re feeling down and like you’ve just had enough you run into some other runners and learn something new, exchange stories and have renewed energy.
And speaking of learning, I learned a lot from this couple. They told me they learned from their coach that there’s three kinds of running paces when it comes to running marathons: 1) commuter pace, 2) warm up pace, 3) all in pace…show what you’re made of ;-)
For the commuter pace, you are running a pace that you could maintain all day. For warm up pace, you pick it up a bit, but just a bit, your still not running as fast as you can. Then for the all you got pace, that’s exactly what you do, give it all you got…go as fast as you can…we’re not talking race speed though, because you want to keep it up for a few miles. Their goal was to run commuter pace the first sixteen miles, then warm up pace for about 4 miles and then run the last 10k giving it all they got.
I do something a little similar to that but not quite. I always knew your were supposed to start out slow. Like when I did the half, I started off with my buddy Michelle because I knew we would keep a slow pace (and we’re good company for each other!). Then I did the 2nd 5 miles with this couple running at a moderate pace, picking it up a little. Then I took off at about mile 10 with my buddy Roxanne who does about an 11 minute mile.
Roxanne was always faster than me, but after I had the baby and took a break from running and she continued to run she became MUCH faster than me. I always bust my butt running with her. I ran with Roxanne for about a mile, and quickly lost my breath and had to spend the next two miles recovering.
At the finish line, I did what I love to do best. When I see that finish line in the distance I start sprinting. I mean I pick up my feet and swing those hands and run that last dash like a Kenyan to the finish line. I always feel like superwoman in that last moment. I love it!
In all it took me 2 hours, 45 minute to run the half marathon. Not the fastest race I ever did. But much better than the half marathon I did in July which took me 3 hours and 7 minutes.
What’s more important is how I felt AFTERWARDS this time compared to in July. I felt great and was able to walk back, catch up to my buddy Michelle, run back with her to the finish line (about another mile) and then walk an additional mile back to the train station. Whereas after the half in July I sat there on a stump when I crossed the finish line and waited for Rock to come pick me up and I was in PAIN and EXHAUSTED!
Also it was really hot in July whereas it was pretty cool today. But it rained for both races. Ah and as for making comparisons, this entire race took place in Central Park (lots of hills) whereas the ½ in July took place the first half in Central Park and the 2nd half on the very flat but also desolate-except-for-lots-of-cars-and-exhaust-West-Side-Highway.
But most of all I know what really killed me last time versus this time (well besides the fact that I had done 0 training for the half whereas I did a bit of training for this one). I started out with my buddy Roxanne who is much faster than me and was feeling half dead after only a mile in July whereas this time I started out with my buddy Michelle who is a bit slower than me and that was the way to go!
Note to self. Run long runs with someone a bit slower. Run short, speed runs with someone a bit faster. But at the end of the day, it’s all up to me. Me, myself and I will be running the NYC marathon come November 2. Any support or company I have will be nice, but they will not be able to run for me. My two feet will stomp out every step of those 26.2 miles throughout NYC. I’m looking forward to it.
And then comes ELECTION DAY! If you haven’t registered to vote yet, stop reading this blog and go register! Time for Change! God bless!
Oh one more thing (for those of you who have already registered to vote). Yeah, my hubby stayed home with E-man today so I wasn’t pushing the jogging stroller. It felt so nice to not have anything to push…now I see how all that training with the jogging stroller has come in handy and made me into super-woman.
And E-man and his daddy had fun hanging out together, eating real food and doing guy stuff. Oh and you know what else, I smelled that food in his diaper the next day…that’s for sure…that was one stinky diaper. But all worth it. And E-man loved the carrots…at least the part of it that went in his mouth and not all over his face, on his shirt and on his sheets…lol!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Nap Time
Well it’s been tough going for the last couple weeks because my running buddy Michelle has been MIA. But I’m strong! That’s what I keep telling myself and it’s what got me through 17 miles this Monday.
Actually I had a lot of fun running on Monday, 9/29. Now Let me say first, I do not at all recommend being a weekend runner. In fact I speak very strongly against this. However it’s a lot of what I’ve been doing. Last weekend I ran 13 miles on Saturday and 5 miles on Sunday and then nothing all week. In my defense it was freaking pouring all week and while I have no problem running in the rain, I do have a problem bringing my baby who already has the sniffles out there in the rain.
It rained all weekend to, so come Monday it was the first nice day and whether I felt like it or not (I did NOT) I had to get out there and do my long run. So I made it to the park by noon and did a loop, slow but steady. Then…ah this is the worst part of pushing a jogging stroller and not having a running buddy. When it comes to bathroom breaks, I have to find a bathroom in the park that is wheelchair/stroller accessible. And there is only one that I know of. So I had to run/walk/struggle/backtrack 2 miles getting ready to pee my pants to the one bathroom. Then E’man had fallen asleep but the noise of the loud toilets flushing woke him up (poor baby!). So after that I decided to take him on a fun little detour.
We stopped at the central park carousel. It was only $2 and it was so much fun. He just loved it. He just kept looking all around an you know the really cute thing. Before that he never even noticed the horses going by. But after that every time a horse rode by he pointed at it and laughed. It was just adorable. I only wish I had taken some pictures. But some moments, you just can’t stop to take a picture…you just go with it and I will always have that adorable, sweet picture in my mind.
So then on and on I continued running around and around the park. I set out to do 18, but what stopped me at 17 was it was getting dark and E-man was starting to loose it. I mean come on he hung out in the jogging stroller all day while I ran 17 miles like such a sweet, patient little guy…I think he earned the right to start fussing after 17 miles.
You know he’s been kind of fussy lately but today he went to sleep around 10:30 and he’s still sleeping and it’s almost 2pm. I can’t believe it. I was headed out the door to stop in at the office and then go for a 6 mile run in the park, but he’s fast asleep. I can’t believe it. He must have been tired. And if my baby wants sleep, he gets sleep, because believe me, he earned it. He’s the first child of a mama that’s struggling to get about three different businesses off the ground, running marathons and doing so much. He’s really such a sweet, patient boy. I am so lucky!
Actually I had a lot of fun running on Monday, 9/29. Now Let me say first, I do not at all recommend being a weekend runner. In fact I speak very strongly against this. However it’s a lot of what I’ve been doing. Last weekend I ran 13 miles on Saturday and 5 miles on Sunday and then nothing all week. In my defense it was freaking pouring all week and while I have no problem running in the rain, I do have a problem bringing my baby who already has the sniffles out there in the rain.
It rained all weekend to, so come Monday it was the first nice day and whether I felt like it or not (I did NOT) I had to get out there and do my long run. So I made it to the park by noon and did a loop, slow but steady. Then…ah this is the worst part of pushing a jogging stroller and not having a running buddy. When it comes to bathroom breaks, I have to find a bathroom in the park that is wheelchair/stroller accessible. And there is only one that I know of. So I had to run/walk/struggle/backtrack 2 miles getting ready to pee my pants to the one bathroom. Then E’man had fallen asleep but the noise of the loud toilets flushing woke him up (poor baby!). So after that I decided to take him on a fun little detour.
We stopped at the central park carousel. It was only $2 and it was so much fun. He just loved it. He just kept looking all around an you know the really cute thing. Before that he never even noticed the horses going by. But after that every time a horse rode by he pointed at it and laughed. It was just adorable. I only wish I had taken some pictures. But some moments, you just can’t stop to take a picture…you just go with it and I will always have that adorable, sweet picture in my mind.
So then on and on I continued running around and around the park. I set out to do 18, but what stopped me at 17 was it was getting dark and E-man was starting to loose it. I mean come on he hung out in the jogging stroller all day while I ran 17 miles like such a sweet, patient little guy…I think he earned the right to start fussing after 17 miles.
You know he’s been kind of fussy lately but today he went to sleep around 10:30 and he’s still sleeping and it’s almost 2pm. I can’t believe it. I was headed out the door to stop in at the office and then go for a 6 mile run in the park, but he’s fast asleep. I can’t believe it. He must have been tired. And if my baby wants sleep, he gets sleep, because believe me, he earned it. He’s the first child of a mama that’s struggling to get about three different businesses off the ground, running marathons and doing so much. He’s really such a sweet, patient boy. I am so lucky!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Why Not to Eat a Fish Sandwich Before a Run
Today I was starving before my run because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, I'd been running around all day filing my tax return because this is the last day to file with an extension and doing all sorts of other things and before I knew it was time to run and yeah, I was starving.
So we’re driving down Manhattan because my BD agreed to drop us off at the park to run and I’m getting hungrier and hungrier and sick to my stomach because I always get car sick especially when I’m hungry and finally we decide to stop at One Fish Two Fish and order fried catfish sandwiches. By this time I felt like I was digesting my stomach. I ate a bag of Doritos while I waited for the sandwich then I ordered a side of coleslaw with my fish sandwich and a side of fries with my BD's fish sandwich and I ate both sides as well as the fish sandwich. Feeling good and full now.
I started out running in Central Park and it was surprisingly hot for the middle of September. 10 degrees above the normal…as the weather man on NY 1 put it. High 80’s, humid and no breeze, took so long getting to the park in traffic and then of course slowed down even more eating the fish sandwich so my running buddy Michelle not only started but just about finished without me. So I’m jogging along after running all my errands and eating my fish sandwich and I’m pushing the jogging stroller and it’s hot and humid and my usual company isn’t there to help motivate me.
That fish sandwich sat right there on my stomach, bearing down with each step…not fun at all.
I intended to run a 6 mile loop of the park but then I ran into Michelle running back so I ran back with her. That equaled about a mile. Then I ran back to the train station and ran up every hill twice. That added another two miles to my run, generously estimating. But I’ll never eat a fish sandwich right before I run again. It’s bad enough running on a weekday in the evening after a crazy day. Don’t need a fried fish sandwich to weigh me down even more. But I’ll say that was one good fish sandwich! ;-)
I'll tell you another thing...pushing a jogging stroller you get a lot of support. Even the fast runners who pass me up are like, "it's hard enough for me to haul myself without hauling a jogging stroller on top of it" and I'm like yeah! But every run I find someone to out-do me. Like today there was a stout guy running with a jogging stroller stuffed with two kids each looked like they weighed half as much as him.
But you know what, for the first time in my life, I'm finally toning my arms. I never could get the arms toned, because I'm scared of the water so I don't swim, I don't care for pushing weights - I find it very boring...I know a runner should do some weight training...and any kind of sport that requires the arms also requires hand-eye coordination, something that I sadly lack. But I've finally found the thing. Running and pushing a jogging stroller up hill. Yay! It's tonight my whole body, not just my legs for once! ;-)
So we’re driving down Manhattan because my BD agreed to drop us off at the park to run and I’m getting hungrier and hungrier and sick to my stomach because I always get car sick especially when I’m hungry and finally we decide to stop at One Fish Two Fish and order fried catfish sandwiches. By this time I felt like I was digesting my stomach. I ate a bag of Doritos while I waited for the sandwich then I ordered a side of coleslaw with my fish sandwich and a side of fries with my BD's fish sandwich and I ate both sides as well as the fish sandwich. Feeling good and full now.
I started out running in Central Park and it was surprisingly hot for the middle of September. 10 degrees above the normal…as the weather man on NY 1 put it. High 80’s, humid and no breeze, took so long getting to the park in traffic and then of course slowed down even more eating the fish sandwich so my running buddy Michelle not only started but just about finished without me. So I’m jogging along after running all my errands and eating my fish sandwich and I’m pushing the jogging stroller and it’s hot and humid and my usual company isn’t there to help motivate me.
That fish sandwich sat right there on my stomach, bearing down with each step…not fun at all.
I intended to run a 6 mile loop of the park but then I ran into Michelle running back so I ran back with her. That equaled about a mile. Then I ran back to the train station and ran up every hill twice. That added another two miles to my run, generously estimating. But I’ll never eat a fish sandwich right before I run again. It’s bad enough running on a weekday in the evening after a crazy day. Don’t need a fried fish sandwich to weigh me down even more. But I’ll say that was one good fish sandwich! ;-)
I'll tell you another thing...pushing a jogging stroller you get a lot of support. Even the fast runners who pass me up are like, "it's hard enough for me to haul myself without hauling a jogging stroller on top of it" and I'm like yeah! But every run I find someone to out-do me. Like today there was a stout guy running with a jogging stroller stuffed with two kids each looked like they weighed half as much as him.
But you know what, for the first time in my life, I'm finally toning my arms. I never could get the arms toned, because I'm scared of the water so I don't swim, I don't care for pushing weights - I find it very boring...I know a runner should do some weight training...and any kind of sport that requires the arms also requires hand-eye coordination, something that I sadly lack. But I've finally found the thing. Running and pushing a jogging stroller up hill. Yay! It's tonight my whole body, not just my legs for once! ;-)
Recipe for The Perfect Long Run
Wow…yesterday was just a fantastic run! I planned to just run a 10 miles ez since I hadn’t run all week and then leave my friend Michelle to do the other 4 by herself. But after running into our old MIA Elys, and being told that the “TNT beginning runners were doing 18” we decided to push it a little and do 15. And I was so surprised at myself. I didn’t have any aches and pains, was a little tired that last 5 mile loop but finished strong.
And E-man was back to his old charming self. I’m telling you he was looking so handsome yesterday in his new outfit. Brown denim shorts and a striped orange, brown and cream shirt…these are like his perfect colors I mean he just looked adorable. He was a charming little guy, cried when he wanted to nurse, laughed when he was full and kept on strolling, even fell asleep twice!
So I’ve been thinking what made it work so well today and I decided to make a note of all the things I believe contributed to this wonderful run, both on the day of the run and the day before. Ok so here goes, 1) two servings of lentil soup and a side of meatballs for dinner the night before, 2) stayed dehydrated the day before, drank a high electrolyte drink throughout the day, 3) afternoon sex the day before, 4) took it pretty easy the day before and had a good night sleep, 5) didn’t get up early in the morning, in fact slept in and didn’t even get out to the park ‘till after 11am, 6) ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast with another glass of high-electrolyte drink, 7) ate one of my special bars about 20 min before we started running (for more info, go to http://anna.iLoveSuccess.net), 8) snacked on lemon-lime gu (no caffeine!!! – that was very important for me and E-man) about every 30-45 minutes, 9) stayed hydrated!, 10) had another of my special bars 3 hours into the run, 10) ran/walked.
OK this is how I did the run/walk. I walked up all the hills. I ran the rest of the way. Saved me a lot of energy and was able to spurt the last two miles when E-man started showing signs of fussiness.
So that’s my 10 ingredients to a perfect run. Oh I forgot one thing. The weather. It was supposed to rain but it never did. Instead it was overcast and very humid all day but it wasn’t too hot and it was even a little breezy.
I don’t have any crazy train stories today. Would you believe the F train actually worked going there and back. I couldn’t believe it! It was running local. But it was running. And coming back when I was exhausted, these two young guys both got up and offered me their seat. I can’t complain…it was like I was in an alternate universe today where young New Yorkers are kind and thoughtful.
Oh and after the run, the eggs and pancakes just couldn’t get the job done. Had to go with something more substantial. Went to the same diner and had a big juicy burger called the Hunter (because the diner is by Hunter college, although it took me a minute to realize…I thought it was named the hunter like this is what hunters eat after they’ve been out kicking ass hunting all day). Anyway it has peppers, mushrooms, sautéed onions, mozzarella cheese and fries on the side. And they were some good fries too. And of course the tomato juice. I got home around 6, went to bed by 7 and slept until 9:00 the next morning.
This is my schedule for the rest of the season…I changed it up a little after running into our professional running buddy Elys: Mon and Wed: hill training and speed running mixed with a short EZ run, Thu run 4-5 miles EZ, Sun, Tue, Sat off. Maybe do some stretching or something like that. Sat, 9/20: 13 miles. Sat, 9/27: 18 miles. Sat, 10/4: 13 miles. Mon, 10/13 (Columbus Day?): 20 miles. Sun, 10/19: 12 miles. Sat or Sun, 10/25 or 10/26: 5 miles EZ. Sun, 11/2: ING NYC Marathon! ;-)
And E-man was back to his old charming self. I’m telling you he was looking so handsome yesterday in his new outfit. Brown denim shorts and a striped orange, brown and cream shirt…these are like his perfect colors I mean he just looked adorable. He was a charming little guy, cried when he wanted to nurse, laughed when he was full and kept on strolling, even fell asleep twice!
So I’ve been thinking what made it work so well today and I decided to make a note of all the things I believe contributed to this wonderful run, both on the day of the run and the day before. Ok so here goes, 1) two servings of lentil soup and a side of meatballs for dinner the night before, 2) stayed dehydrated the day before, drank a high electrolyte drink throughout the day, 3) afternoon sex the day before, 4) took it pretty easy the day before and had a good night sleep, 5) didn’t get up early in the morning, in fact slept in and didn’t even get out to the park ‘till after 11am, 6) ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast with another glass of high-electrolyte drink, 7) ate one of my special bars about 20 min before we started running (for more info, go to http://anna.iLoveSuccess.net), 8) snacked on lemon-lime gu (no caffeine!!! – that was very important for me and E-man) about every 30-45 minutes, 9) stayed hydrated!, 10) had another of my special bars 3 hours into the run, 10) ran/walked.
OK this is how I did the run/walk. I walked up all the hills. I ran the rest of the way. Saved me a lot of energy and was able to spurt the last two miles when E-man started showing signs of fussiness.
So that’s my 10 ingredients to a perfect run. Oh I forgot one thing. The weather. It was supposed to rain but it never did. Instead it was overcast and very humid all day but it wasn’t too hot and it was even a little breezy.
I don’t have any crazy train stories today. Would you believe the F train actually worked going there and back. I couldn’t believe it! It was running local. But it was running. And coming back when I was exhausted, these two young guys both got up and offered me their seat. I can’t complain…it was like I was in an alternate universe today where young New Yorkers are kind and thoughtful.
Oh and after the run, the eggs and pancakes just couldn’t get the job done. Had to go with something more substantial. Went to the same diner and had a big juicy burger called the Hunter (because the diner is by Hunter college, although it took me a minute to realize…I thought it was named the hunter like this is what hunters eat after they’ve been out kicking ass hunting all day). Anyway it has peppers, mushrooms, sautéed onions, mozzarella cheese and fries on the side. And they were some good fries too. And of course the tomato juice. I got home around 6, went to bed by 7 and slept until 9:00 the next morning.
This is my schedule for the rest of the season…I changed it up a little after running into our professional running buddy Elys: Mon and Wed: hill training and speed running mixed with a short EZ run, Thu run 4-5 miles EZ, Sun, Tue, Sat off. Maybe do some stretching or something like that. Sat, 9/20: 13 miles. Sat, 9/27: 18 miles. Sat, 10/4: 13 miles. Mon, 10/13 (Columbus Day?): 20 miles. Sun, 10/19: 12 miles. Sat or Sun, 10/25 or 10/26: 5 miles EZ. Sun, 11/2: ING NYC Marathon! ;-)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Not Sure About this Marathon Thing
Today had me rethinking this whole marathon thing. Michelle and I planned to meet in the park a little later since it’s getting nice and cool and don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to beat the heat. We planned to meet at 8:30 but I didn’t make it out there ‘till 9:30. When we started training I was always the one sitting in the park waiting, but the last two times she’s been sitting there all perky and ready to conquer the world, just waiting for me.
We got off to a nice start. Did a five mile loop, skipping the big ugly monstrous hill up at the top of the park, but running all the smaller ones nice and solid. We were both feeling good. Then turned out Michelle had to leave early right after we had started the four mile loop and I was all ready to go too. But after she left I was like why I don’t have to go…so I’m feeling like Super Woman and all and I’m like I’m gona run these fourteen miles. The next seven miles went great…I did a loop then started another loop…matter of fact I decided since I was by myself I was finally going to try that run/walk thing. I had a nice little thing going. I walked up the hills and ran the rest of the way. Actually it seemed to be saving me a lot of energy. I was like, “I’m gona finish this strong!”
Well right around mile 12, E-man just lost it. Usually he starts crying, I feed him, he’s happy and I put him back in the stroller and keep running. But not this time, I fed him and put him back in that stroller and he looked at me like, “You’ve gota be kidding! Not the stroller again!” and just started whaling. I mean he was crying with tears and everything…I just felt horrible. But I had nowhere to go but on because at this point I was stuck at the top of the loop far from any train or anything…at least from any train that was going to Queens. I was ready to sit down and start crying myself. I would have called my BD to come get us right then and there but he was in Europe at the moment working so I picked up my baby and I carried him the last two miles. Those were the two most back-breaking miles. He was trying to be okay but he really just wanted out of the park, out of the heat and in his crib or to go crawling or whatever. He was better when I carried him but still a little fussy.
By then, my back was killing me, I was starving, I was exhausted, I’m holding my at-least-18-lb-baby and pushing the jogging stroller with the other hand. That was some workout. I barely dragged us to the diner next to the train station and sat down with a big sigh of relief and ordered a plate of eggs and bacon with French fries and toast, a grilled cheese sandwich with a pickle and coleslaw, a glass of tomato juice and a chocolate milkshake. The waiter looked at me and said, “So you want the tomato juice AND the milkshake!?”
I ran/walked a total of 14 miles, but with all the hills and with carrying E-man the last two miles and all, it was more like doing 18-20…that was some workout. But it got me to thinking, I’m all about pushing myself to the limit and all, but I can’t push my baby. And the problem is my BD would be happy to watch him, but I’m still breastfeeding. So I don’t know if this marathon thing is gona happen or not at this point, I really don’t. I just can’t put my baby through that, it’s so not fare to him. I just don’t know. It’s been one crazy week. I haven’t ran all week and it’s Thursday now. My BD has agreed to take us back to the track tomorrow. And then it’s supposed to rain all weekend except for Saturday afternoon so we’ll see about getting a long run in then. I guess I’ll just run ‘till E-man starts fussing or ‘till I can’t run anymore. And do a small loop that’s close to the train so I’m not stuck out in the boondocks when one of us looses it next time. We’ll see. I could sure use some motivation at this point. I just don’t know. I’ll keep you posted.
We got off to a nice start. Did a five mile loop, skipping the big ugly monstrous hill up at the top of the park, but running all the smaller ones nice and solid. We were both feeling good. Then turned out Michelle had to leave early right after we had started the four mile loop and I was all ready to go too. But after she left I was like why I don’t have to go…so I’m feeling like Super Woman and all and I’m like I’m gona run these fourteen miles. The next seven miles went great…I did a loop then started another loop…matter of fact I decided since I was by myself I was finally going to try that run/walk thing. I had a nice little thing going. I walked up the hills and ran the rest of the way. Actually it seemed to be saving me a lot of energy. I was like, “I’m gona finish this strong!”
Well right around mile 12, E-man just lost it. Usually he starts crying, I feed him, he’s happy and I put him back in the stroller and keep running. But not this time, I fed him and put him back in that stroller and he looked at me like, “You’ve gota be kidding! Not the stroller again!” and just started whaling. I mean he was crying with tears and everything…I just felt horrible. But I had nowhere to go but on because at this point I was stuck at the top of the loop far from any train or anything…at least from any train that was going to Queens. I was ready to sit down and start crying myself. I would have called my BD to come get us right then and there but he was in Europe at the moment working so I picked up my baby and I carried him the last two miles. Those were the two most back-breaking miles. He was trying to be okay but he really just wanted out of the park, out of the heat and in his crib or to go crawling or whatever. He was better when I carried him but still a little fussy.
By then, my back was killing me, I was starving, I was exhausted, I’m holding my at-least-18-lb-baby and pushing the jogging stroller with the other hand. That was some workout. I barely dragged us to the diner next to the train station and sat down with a big sigh of relief and ordered a plate of eggs and bacon with French fries and toast, a grilled cheese sandwich with a pickle and coleslaw, a glass of tomato juice and a chocolate milkshake. The waiter looked at me and said, “So you want the tomato juice AND the milkshake!?”
I ran/walked a total of 14 miles, but with all the hills and with carrying E-man the last two miles and all, it was more like doing 18-20…that was some workout. But it got me to thinking, I’m all about pushing myself to the limit and all, but I can’t push my baby. And the problem is my BD would be happy to watch him, but I’m still breastfeeding. So I don’t know if this marathon thing is gona happen or not at this point, I really don’t. I just can’t put my baby through that, it’s so not fare to him. I just don’t know. It’s been one crazy week. I haven’t ran all week and it’s Thursday now. My BD has agreed to take us back to the track tomorrow. And then it’s supposed to rain all weekend except for Saturday afternoon so we’ll see about getting a long run in then. I guess I’ll just run ‘till E-man starts fussing or ‘till I can’t run anymore. And do a small loop that’s close to the train so I’m not stuck out in the boondocks when one of us looses it next time. We’ll see. I could sure use some motivation at this point. I just don’t know. I’ll keep you posted.
Track Training
This week I did some track workouts. After not running on the weekend…a mixture of excuses…E-man was sleeping through the night but I guess at six months he’s going through a growth spurt and all of the sudden he wants to get up every two-four hours and eat again.
So after a sleepless night, Michelle calls me up and says, “Hey you know it’s raining outside.” And I’m like oh cool no run today, can’t take my baby out in that. But by the time I did get up the rain had cleared up and I started feeling guilty.
So Sunday I got my BD to take me to the track and he watched E-man while I ran around the track, 2-3 times moderately fast, 1 time walking recovery…repeated 3 or 4 times. Ended up running somewhere between 3 and 4 miles.
Went so great my BD decided to join me on the track the next day. There were a surprising amount of people on the track for a Monday…I guess because it was Labor Day and all. I pushed the jogging stroller for the first half of the run then he took E-man for the remainder. It’s nice to have a break from pushing the jogging stroller sometimes but I almost feel naked or something…like an extension of me is missing.
My BD had watched this guy the day before so we decided to copy him. We ran the long half of the track as fast as we possibly could like we were running for dear life, then walked the loop at the end, then raced the other long half, and then walked the end again, repeating ‘till we were exhausted. Did the same distance as yesterday – about 2-3 miles.
Tuesday took off. Wednesday met Michelle in Central Park. We decided we are really going to make September count since it is our last month to really get the hard core training in. At least the second half of October we should be taking it easy before the marathon.
We had a good run in Central Park on Wednesday. We ran up and down a hill that’s about a quarter of a mile long two times. Then we ran a four mile loop. Then we ran up and down the hill another two times. It was pretty cool. Looking forward to a good fourteen mile run on Saturday.
So after a sleepless night, Michelle calls me up and says, “Hey you know it’s raining outside.” And I’m like oh cool no run today, can’t take my baby out in that. But by the time I did get up the rain had cleared up and I started feeling guilty.
So Sunday I got my BD to take me to the track and he watched E-man while I ran around the track, 2-3 times moderately fast, 1 time walking recovery…repeated 3 or 4 times. Ended up running somewhere between 3 and 4 miles.
Went so great my BD decided to join me on the track the next day. There were a surprising amount of people on the track for a Monday…I guess because it was Labor Day and all. I pushed the jogging stroller for the first half of the run then he took E-man for the remainder. It’s nice to have a break from pushing the jogging stroller sometimes but I almost feel naked or something…like an extension of me is missing.
My BD had watched this guy the day before so we decided to copy him. We ran the long half of the track as fast as we possibly could like we were running for dear life, then walked the loop at the end, then raced the other long half, and then walked the end again, repeating ‘till we were exhausted. Did the same distance as yesterday – about 2-3 miles.
Tuesday took off. Wednesday met Michelle in Central Park. We decided we are really going to make September count since it is our last month to really get the hard core training in. At least the second half of October we should be taking it easy before the marathon.
We had a good run in Central Park on Wednesday. We ran up and down a hill that’s about a quarter of a mile long two times. Then we ran a four mile loop. Then we ran up and down the hill another two times. It was pretty cool. Looking forward to a good fourteen mile run on Saturday.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Speed Training, Slow Subways and Feeding Time
After only running a couple miles on Saturday I’m feeling great this week. Tuesday it was supposed to storm…I should know by now not to listen to NY1 TV channel. It will be pouring rain outside and I’ll turn on NY1 weather on the 1’s and they’ll be saying something like, “It’s dry right now, but it’s going to rain tonight.” And it will be 12 noon, POURING RAIN. Well anyway, since it was “going to rain” Tuesday, I decided to take the day off and catch up on some work.
Wednesday, I went to Central Park and ran around the lower loop (1.7 miles) 3 times. I did the first half speed walking/running slow, then I did the second half running as fast as I possibly could like I was racing or running for dear life. I repeated this three times. Each time I finished the fast half, I felt so energized and pumped. It was a really nice, breezy day…just beautiful! This is my variation of a speed work out and should help me get faster. Afterwards E-man and I visited the children’s park in Central Park full of all kind of fun-looking kid’s rides…something to do next summer…he’s a little young for it now (only 5m).
After our run we got stuck on the train for an hour…no announcements or anything just sitting there and sitting there and sitting there. E-man, after being his normal sweet, patient, happy self all day, just lost it after a 20 minute bout of sitting and sitting and sitting on the tracks about 30 seconds outside our stop. He was hungry and tired and stuck on this crowded train next to this guy who wouldn’t stop farting and he suddenly just decided to voice everyone’s feelings and began screaming and screaming and screaming uncontrollably.
This guy sitting down next to us was just sleeping right through it and here I am standing there next to his comfortable self with my screaming baby and my big stroller and diaper bag trying to keep my balance and finally I did something I never did before…I was like excuse me sir, would you mind giving me your seat. I mean how could he sleep through all that?! I hate when guys pretend to be sleeping so they don’t have to be courteous and offer a mother holding a screaming baby a seat. It is just so wrong! But anyways, I finally sat down and was able to feed him and then he was okay. He is really a very happy baby as long as he’s not hungry and stuck on a stupid train with a bunch of rude people.
Oh, I have to tell you about this morning. He had cereal for the first time. I mixed some rice cereal with breast milk and apparently I’m supposed to feed it to him in a bottle, but I didn’t know this. So I mixed it in a bowl and fed it to him with a little baby spoon. For the first couple bites he opened his mouth wide like a little birdy waiting for a worm. But then he started closing his mouth and making faces….so cute…this little personality! So I thought well maybe he was full. I changed his diaper but then he started acting like he was hungry again, you know trying to suck frantically on my arm and stuff. So I tried to feed him again. This time he would open his mouth but he just kept fussing and looking for the boob. So I put the cereal away and gave him some more boob. But he had a little taste. I’m going to try it again over the next couple of days, but in a bottle next time.
I was thinking that if I don’t manage to wean him before November, I’m going to have to take nursing breaks during the NYC marathon. I wonder if they will allow that. I think I would have to start like two hours early to make up for it, because I’m a slow enough runner as it is. :-\
So yesterday we all (E-man, E-man’s daddy and I) went to a little park in Astoria under the Tri-borough bridge where we often hang out by the water, watch the motorcycles, have pic-nics and eat Mr. Softies ice-cream. But as I was exploring it the last time we were there, I realized they had a track. So yesterday we went to the track. My BD walked around the track and talked on his old faithful phone and I pushed the jogging stroller and ran around two for his one. I did about three miles, I’m estimating.
I always over-estimate for psychological purposes if I don’t know. I figure, running a marathon is partly physical but a much bigger part psychological. If you think you can, then you can. If you think you’ve trained enough then you have. So if I’m not sure if I did two or three miles, I tell myself for psychological purposes that I’ve done three miles. So yesterday I did three miles.
Today I’m taking a day off.
Tomorrow I’m volunteering to tell people about my experience with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society fundraising and running a marathon. It was so worth it. E-man’s going to come along and offer to be their coach…lol.
Sunday morning I’m meeting my running buddies in Central Park for a 12 mile run. The best part about the 12 mile run is meeting in the diner afterwards for brunch. The faster we get our run in the sooner we get to go to brunch! :-D
I’ll let you know how it goes…but you can’t join me for brunch unless you first put in 12 miles of running…that’s the prerequisite! ;-)
Wednesday, I went to Central Park and ran around the lower loop (1.7 miles) 3 times. I did the first half speed walking/running slow, then I did the second half running as fast as I possibly could like I was racing or running for dear life. I repeated this three times. Each time I finished the fast half, I felt so energized and pumped. It was a really nice, breezy day…just beautiful! This is my variation of a speed work out and should help me get faster. Afterwards E-man and I visited the children’s park in Central Park full of all kind of fun-looking kid’s rides…something to do next summer…he’s a little young for it now (only 5m).
After our run we got stuck on the train for an hour…no announcements or anything just sitting there and sitting there and sitting there. E-man, after being his normal sweet, patient, happy self all day, just lost it after a 20 minute bout of sitting and sitting and sitting on the tracks about 30 seconds outside our stop. He was hungry and tired and stuck on this crowded train next to this guy who wouldn’t stop farting and he suddenly just decided to voice everyone’s feelings and began screaming and screaming and screaming uncontrollably.
This guy sitting down next to us was just sleeping right through it and here I am standing there next to his comfortable self with my screaming baby and my big stroller and diaper bag trying to keep my balance and finally I did something I never did before…I was like excuse me sir, would you mind giving me your seat. I mean how could he sleep through all that?! I hate when guys pretend to be sleeping so they don’t have to be courteous and offer a mother holding a screaming baby a seat. It is just so wrong! But anyways, I finally sat down and was able to feed him and then he was okay. He is really a very happy baby as long as he’s not hungry and stuck on a stupid train with a bunch of rude people.
Oh, I have to tell you about this morning. He had cereal for the first time. I mixed some rice cereal with breast milk and apparently I’m supposed to feed it to him in a bottle, but I didn’t know this. So I mixed it in a bowl and fed it to him with a little baby spoon. For the first couple bites he opened his mouth wide like a little birdy waiting for a worm. But then he started closing his mouth and making faces….so cute…this little personality! So I thought well maybe he was full. I changed his diaper but then he started acting like he was hungry again, you know trying to suck frantically on my arm and stuff. So I tried to feed him again. This time he would open his mouth but he just kept fussing and looking for the boob. So I put the cereal away and gave him some more boob. But he had a little taste. I’m going to try it again over the next couple of days, but in a bottle next time.
I was thinking that if I don’t manage to wean him before November, I’m going to have to take nursing breaks during the NYC marathon. I wonder if they will allow that. I think I would have to start like two hours early to make up for it, because I’m a slow enough runner as it is. :-\
So yesterday we all (E-man, E-man’s daddy and I) went to a little park in Astoria under the Tri-borough bridge where we often hang out by the water, watch the motorcycles, have pic-nics and eat Mr. Softies ice-cream. But as I was exploring it the last time we were there, I realized they had a track. So yesterday we went to the track. My BD walked around the track and talked on his old faithful phone and I pushed the jogging stroller and ran around two for his one. I did about three miles, I’m estimating.
I always over-estimate for psychological purposes if I don’t know. I figure, running a marathon is partly physical but a much bigger part psychological. If you think you can, then you can. If you think you’ve trained enough then you have. So if I’m not sure if I did two or three miles, I tell myself for psychological purposes that I’ve done three miles. So yesterday I did three miles.
Today I’m taking a day off.
Tomorrow I’m volunteering to tell people about my experience with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society fundraising and running a marathon. It was so worth it. E-man’s going to come along and offer to be their coach…lol.
Sunday morning I’m meeting my running buddies in Central Park for a 12 mile run. The best part about the 12 mile run is meeting in the diner afterwards for brunch. The faster we get our run in the sooner we get to go to brunch! :-D
I’ll let you know how it goes…but you can’t join me for brunch unless you first put in 12 miles of running…that’s the prerequisite! ;-)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I Love New Yorkers
I’m back! I took two weeks off to recover from the NYC half on 7/27/08. I really was fine the next day – mostly I was just trying to get myself psyched up again and also trying to get some work done. But today I decided no matter how much or little I get done in a given day, I must make it my priority to run so that’s what I’m doing. Running is my therapy. If I don’t run, I go stir crazy no matter how busy I am doing other things. It’s my therapy, rejuvenation, revival, memory retrieval, attitude booster, stomach trimmer, cellulite sucker and so much more…got to have my running.
So Sunday I met my friend Michelle in Central Park and we took it easy. We just did a 10k. We were laughing at the fact that when we first started out, a 10k was such a monumental task and now we’re like oh we’re not really doing much today. Just a 10k. Sunday and today, I felt great during the run, but starting with Sunday…;
Michelle was struggling because she had worked out hard in the gym the day before and was still aching, so we just took it slow which was fine with me. I could have ran that pace all day. We just did a full loop of Central Park which happens to be a 10k (6.2 miles). Next week we’re going for two loops.
Now the funny part is always after the run, getting the stroller on and off the subway. The F train which I normally take was not going back to Queens so I walked another ten blocks (total of twenty blocks = one mile AFTER I ran the 6.2 miles in Central Park). Now the train that was working (the R train) does not have an elevator going down to the platform, so I carry the stroller down three flights of stairs only to get to the bottom and realize that there’s no way to get the stroller through the turnstile. So I have to carry the stroller back up to the top and across the street to where there’s a gate to take the stroller through.
And this is the part I love. This woman comes walking up the stairs – I’m already half way down carrying my jogging stroller, my baby, my diaper bag, etc, etc, and this woman without looking first comes walking up the stairs right bellow me instead of on the other side where it is completely empty. Then she finally looks up and notices me when she’s about to crash into us and at this point she glares at me like what am I doing walking down her stairs! I love New Yorkers!
But other than that the run was uneventful and totally boosted my confidence which was good because after the half marathon I was thinking no way am I going to be able to complete the full. Now I’m confident that I’ll do just fine!
Now today was great. Actually I ran into an old friend today and we we’re chatting online, as a result I got very little done this morning. 4:00 I said if nothing else I’ve got to run – so I grabbed E-man, the jogging stroller and my over-packed diaper bag and we headed to the train station to Central Park.
Today was all about hill training. I picked a hill in Central Park which is about six or seven blocks long and I ran up and down that hill eight times. It was great – something about the day. We’ve been having a lot of rain over the past couple of days, so there’s that jungle like feeling in the air that you get after a good rain, and it was about sixty-five degrees, breezy, plenty of oxygen, just felt great. I ran up and down that hill feeling so psyched and after I finished I was ready to run a loop in the park, except for those thunderclouds brewing in the sky and I hadn’t brought a rain cover for the jogging stroller.
I was laughing because walking home I was exhausted and I realized I’m so used to training less than I should and being exhausted after every run that if I have any energy left after my run I feel like there’s something wrong. I think I didn’t train hard enough or something. I feel like I got to go run off all my energy until I can barely drag myself and my baby home. I was laughing today thinking, “It’s actually a GOOD thing that I have enough energy to get home and I don’t want to bite everyone’s head’s off when they don’t go running out of my way.”
So yeah, I’m feeling good about this running thing. Some days are good, some are bad, and the last couple days have been good. I’m going to make it a goal to run three days every single week, no matter what, cause like I said, everything is better when I run. And mostly running is better when I run more often because you know that famous idea that we so often forget – everything gets better with practice! ;-)
And my baby – he’s doing great. He loves the runs he loves anything that takes him out of his crib, outdoors and into the fresh air. And he loves being around people. On the train, in the park, wherever, he just loves blowing bubbles and talking to everyone and laughing – he’s such a charming little fellow – I’m so proud of my sweet, social little boy.
On the way to the train station after the run, it started pouring rain so I’m running as fast as I can (and that’s actually much faster than I ever go when I’m running just to run) trying to keep him from getting soaked, stopping under every awning to take a breath and he was just laughing and blowing bubbles, he thought it was hilarious.
Under each awning where we stopped, there’d be a group of people huddled up waiting for the rain to stop and he’d look around and smile and start blowing bubbles and making faces and talking to everyone…it was just great. And in turn they’d laugh and talk and start pulling pictures of their little ones out of their wallets. I love New Yorkers when it’s raining. That’s the thing – New Yorkers will be so jaded and then you’ll share this moment like a rainstorm or an especially creative “money-requester” on the subway or something and all of the sudden you become the friendliest person. I love it. And my five-month old baby fits right in. He just loves talking to everyone.
Well back to running…I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading. Your comments appreciated!
So Sunday I met my friend Michelle in Central Park and we took it easy. We just did a 10k. We were laughing at the fact that when we first started out, a 10k was such a monumental task and now we’re like oh we’re not really doing much today. Just a 10k. Sunday and today, I felt great during the run, but starting with Sunday…;
Michelle was struggling because she had worked out hard in the gym the day before and was still aching, so we just took it slow which was fine with me. I could have ran that pace all day. We just did a full loop of Central Park which happens to be a 10k (6.2 miles). Next week we’re going for two loops.
Now the funny part is always after the run, getting the stroller on and off the subway. The F train which I normally take was not going back to Queens so I walked another ten blocks (total of twenty blocks = one mile AFTER I ran the 6.2 miles in Central Park). Now the train that was working (the R train) does not have an elevator going down to the platform, so I carry the stroller down three flights of stairs only to get to the bottom and realize that there’s no way to get the stroller through the turnstile. So I have to carry the stroller back up to the top and across the street to where there’s a gate to take the stroller through.
And this is the part I love. This woman comes walking up the stairs – I’m already half way down carrying my jogging stroller, my baby, my diaper bag, etc, etc, and this woman without looking first comes walking up the stairs right bellow me instead of on the other side where it is completely empty. Then she finally looks up and notices me when she’s about to crash into us and at this point she glares at me like what am I doing walking down her stairs! I love New Yorkers!
But other than that the run was uneventful and totally boosted my confidence which was good because after the half marathon I was thinking no way am I going to be able to complete the full. Now I’m confident that I’ll do just fine!
Now today was great. Actually I ran into an old friend today and we we’re chatting online, as a result I got very little done this morning. 4:00 I said if nothing else I’ve got to run – so I grabbed E-man, the jogging stroller and my over-packed diaper bag and we headed to the train station to Central Park.
Today was all about hill training. I picked a hill in Central Park which is about six or seven blocks long and I ran up and down that hill eight times. It was great – something about the day. We’ve been having a lot of rain over the past couple of days, so there’s that jungle like feeling in the air that you get after a good rain, and it was about sixty-five degrees, breezy, plenty of oxygen, just felt great. I ran up and down that hill feeling so psyched and after I finished I was ready to run a loop in the park, except for those thunderclouds brewing in the sky and I hadn’t brought a rain cover for the jogging stroller.
I was laughing because walking home I was exhausted and I realized I’m so used to training less than I should and being exhausted after every run that if I have any energy left after my run I feel like there’s something wrong. I think I didn’t train hard enough or something. I feel like I got to go run off all my energy until I can barely drag myself and my baby home. I was laughing today thinking, “It’s actually a GOOD thing that I have enough energy to get home and I don’t want to bite everyone’s head’s off when they don’t go running out of my way.”
So yeah, I’m feeling good about this running thing. Some days are good, some are bad, and the last couple days have been good. I’m going to make it a goal to run three days every single week, no matter what, cause like I said, everything is better when I run. And mostly running is better when I run more often because you know that famous idea that we so often forget – everything gets better with practice! ;-)
And my baby – he’s doing great. He loves the runs he loves anything that takes him out of his crib, outdoors and into the fresh air. And he loves being around people. On the train, in the park, wherever, he just loves blowing bubbles and talking to everyone and laughing – he’s such a charming little fellow – I’m so proud of my sweet, social little boy.
On the way to the train station after the run, it started pouring rain so I’m running as fast as I can (and that’s actually much faster than I ever go when I’m running just to run) trying to keep him from getting soaked, stopping under every awning to take a breath and he was just laughing and blowing bubbles, he thought it was hilarious.
Under each awning where we stopped, there’d be a group of people huddled up waiting for the rain to stop and he’d look around and smile and start blowing bubbles and making faces and talking to everyone…it was just great. And in turn they’d laugh and talk and start pulling pictures of their little ones out of their wallets. I love New Yorkers when it’s raining. That’s the thing – New Yorkers will be so jaded and then you’ll share this moment like a rainstorm or an especially creative “money-requester” on the subway or something and all of the sudden you become the friendliest person. I love it. And my five-month old baby fits right in. He just loves talking to everyone.
Well back to running…I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading. Your comments appreciated!
Monday, July 28, 2008
NYC half marathon
Monday, July 28, 2008
Yesterday was the NYC half marathon and I was about as dedicated in training for it as I was in keeping this blog up-to-date. As I mention on my website, www.running-mom.com, the half marathon is the point where I realize just how serious I need to get about training for the marathon (this time around, training for the ING NYC marathon November 2). So look for much consistent blogs from me from now on.
This particular post should come with a warning: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. While I did manage to finish yesterday, I paid dearly for my lack of training. We have 3 hours to run this half marathon, a generous amount of time for those who have done their homework unlike me who shows up on test-day hoping for luck to be on my side.
There are two-pace setters, a man and woman, who actually do run/walk it in 3 hours. (They pretty much power walk it – I tried it with them for a while and that power walking is no joke…wow is it hard on the hips!) They have a sign attached to their back which says, “Last man/woman running. Catch me if you can.” Or something like that. I tried my best to keep up with them. There was actually a handful of us that tried to either stay ahead or at best keep up with them. It was kind of fun…we were a support group for each other.
I pretty much managed to keep up with them until the last 2 miles, then they got away from me. Wow…that’s a lot of pressure, you’ve got the last man and woman running, police honking and shouting, “keep up or stay to the right!” Then there’s two buses waiting to pick the stragglers up and take them to the finish line as well as the ambulance waiting to pick anyone up who’s ready to pass out. And between the pressure and the exhaust from the vehicles, that alone is exhausting. I finished in a whopping 3 hours and 7 minutes…my longest half marathon yet. And just in time too, because by the time I managed to sit down on the stone railing on the side of the Westside Highway, I looked back and they were taking down the finish line and the people handing out medals were gone.
Luckily the weather was bearable – not too hot as it tends to be this time in July and the thunderstorm took a break for the length of the half marathon…kind of funny actually it poured rain and thundered and lightning almost right up to the start of the race and then a few minutes after I finished it began to pour again. But the sky was nice and overcast, so the sun wasn’t bearing down on us and a breeze even blew a couple of times throughout the course.
Afterwards I was so sore, I was useless. I was sore, chafed, exhausted…you name it. Luckily my BD picked me up at the finish line, got me an ice-cold water and a Phili Cheese steak and drove me home where I showered, ouch…that was a painful shower with all the chafing…and climbed right into bed where I pretty much camped out with my baby, the TV and a pizza for the rest of the day.
Oh yeah and this is what made it worse…somewhere around mile 7 of 13.1 miles, my milk came in and OMG, it was painful running with full boobies…first they added about a pound to the weight I was carrying and second they were just straight up painful and uncomfortable for the remainder of the race. All I do was think of my baby waiting to nurse at the finish line and carry on.
Speaking of babies, somewhere around mile 8 or 9, the thought occurred to me: it took me longer to run this half marathon than it took me to push out my baby (and I’m talking first contraction to the time they said, “It’s a boy!”). Now anyone who’s willing to do something that takes more time and effort than pushing out a baby has got to be crazy. And this was only half the run I’m doing in November. You know this is the time I ask myself, why am I doing this!? I’ll let you know when I come up with the answer. ;-)
Meanwhile, here’s some notes from my training…the few days I did manage to get out there and put my feet to the concrete…
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It’s been a pretty slow past two weeks as far as running is concerned but last night I found out I won entrance into the New York City Nike half marathon and I only have eight weeks to train for it, so its time for some hard core training. This is the third annual and also my third time to run it.
Last year I ran it having trained only twice in the two months leading up to it. Not only that but I was twelve weeks pregnant, I’m talking morning sickness, couldn’t even keep crackers down, and to top it I’d just got off a nine hour flight from visiting my aunt in France the night before. I showed up at that race, tired, sick, hot, nervous, and said hey not gona beat a record, its all about finishing today so may as well have a good time doing it. I hung out most of the time with my friend Michelle who was also struggling and together we trucked it one mile at a time, actually more like one step at a time.
When the patrolmen notified us they were getting ready to shut it down and re-open the highway, we just smiled and kept on going. The pro of coming in the last 30 of 10,000 people was that the roads were empty and we had the photographers all to ourselves. I got about 30 pictures and even got to pose for them. (I’m usually lucky if I get 1-5 good pictures.) I ran through that finish line at three hours and three minutes prouder than the athlete who won it.
The year before last I was hung over. The night before the race I had gone to this place in the Bronx where you can get a concoction of about 90% vodka, 5% ice and 5% 7up in a tall glass for only $5. One of them will do the trick and I’d had two.
So that being said, there’s little to be impressed about this time around. In fact, I’ll probably be in my best shape yet. I’m not drinking because I’m nursing. I’m not flying because I’m broke. And as adorable as my little buddy is, he’s the best birth control there is, so there will be no morning sickness. I’m also itching to get out of the house since I work from home and don’t get out much except to take a walk to the post office to ship off my three shelves of books which I’m selling via Amazon.com in order to buy my little darling another month of baby clothes. And after taking my little man on his first trip in the jogging stroller and realizing how easy it was, I will be training every chance I get…I’ll have to remind myself to take a day off so I don’t over-train (or so I say now).
Yeah so about the jogging stroller, I don’t know if I have a really big baby, or if the manual was just being overly cautious to avoid a law-suit, but whatever the case, he loved it and it was like pushing a feather. I had to keep checking to make sure he was still in there. Also I finally found the right time of day to run, in the evening when there’s a little breeze and the traffic is light and everyone is happy because their home from work so they get out of the way if you ask them nicely rather than glaring at you like who’s road do you think this is.
BTW, it was a little tough finding an 8 week half marathon training schedule. Most of them are at least twelve weeks. But with some advise from my buddy Roxanne, I managed to put one together which you can find on my website: http://www.running-mom.com/RunningTrainingProgram.html
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Ha – it took me a week, but I finally realized what it is that makes it harder to push a jogging stroller. I never realized how much I used my hands to help carry me through the runs. That and its much harder to change your stride in order to get rid of a cramp. You would think being able to hold onto the jogging stroller and the fact that it moves along so gracefully, it would sort of support the running, but not quite.
That being said, the little pocket underneath the jogging stroller already comes in handy holding my bottle of water, and will do wonders carrying all the gels, gues and such. In fact I’m thinking that since I’ll be able to keep quite a large stash of yummies, not just for myself but plenty to go around, I can use this luxury to entice the other runners to stick by me and take turns pushing the jogging stroller during training runs.
This week went well. I found a new bar that is the perfect amount of calories to eat before a run, helps me burn fat instead of muscle so keeps me from getting sore, has plenty of potassium which is very good for runners and I know now you are asking what is the difference between this and any other runners snack. Well, here goes the clincher…it is yummy. I mean really yummy. So yummy I can’t wait ‘till it’s time to run so I can have my little bar. The chocolate mint tastes like those little cookies they sometimes leave on your pillows in really fancy hotels. An the peanut butter fudge really tastes like peanut butter fudge. I mean these bars are so good you think you should feel guilty eating them, but they are only 120 calories. I even eat them for a snack when I’m not running. OK…enough of the sales pitch. Actually, if you want to hear more about these bars and other health items, you can contact me via this website: http://anna.ilovesuccess.net/.
So my runs go something like this:
I nurse my little guy until he is happy and full, then I burp him and put him in the running stroller. It takes me about two minutes to put on my fancy nursing-sports bra found at http://www.fitmaternity.com/maternity-clothes/b2.html. The first couple times it took about five minutes to put on and then it felt very awkward, but now that I’ve gotten the hang of it, it’s the best sports bra I’ve ever tried. It has hook and eyes all the way up the front. But the great thing about it: it fits as tight as a pare of pantyhose and it’s made out of pure polyester so no chafing. The trick is to fasten the two bottom hooks first, then position the breast so that the nipples are just bellow the seam and then fasten the rest of the hook and eyes from the bottom up. (The one I have is the Enell Sports / Nursing Bra – a little pricy, but well worth it!)
Then I cram my diaper bag packed full of necessities and more non-necessities into the bottom of the jogging stroller and we’re out. He usually dozes off somewhere around the first or second mile and stays asleep for a mile or two. Depending on how hot it is and how slow I’m running on a given day, he either wakes up cheerful, hangs out and I barely even know he’s awake or he wakes up screaming and all running must stop abruptly so he can be fed.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Today I ventured upon the bus with Eman and the jogging stroller for the first time. It actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected. The bus was even with the sidewalk going and coming so I was able to roll the stroller right onto the bus, no problem. Of course once I got on the bus, not to my surprise the bus driver was like, “Mis, you gota move that thing.” And then finding a place to put it that wasn’t in everyone’s way was a bit of a hassle, but not really too bad.
During the bus ride, the jogging stroller had a mind of it’s own (funny you would think a $400 stroller would have some kind of break system), so I’m straddling it with my feet while holding the diaper bag with one hand, nursing E-man with the other hand and using my teeth to hold the blanket over us so everyone is not staring at my boobies. E-man is getting more and more curious, which is making the whole covering up for modesty’s sake more and more challenging.
I’m still learning about nursing discretely in public. The first time we went out when E-man was about 2-weeks old, I went and sat in the car each time I had to nurse him. That was not fun or easy to say the least since I was still sore from the whole giving birth thing that had happened only two weeks ago and I think it hadn’t completely sunk in what my body had been through pushing out a baby and all. You know the first time around you don’t follow the rule, you think you need to prove your super woman, not realizing you will have plenty of time for that whether you like it or not. So of course I stayed up the entire three days I was in the hospital and thought I was such a good mommy because unlike the lady in the bed next to me who’d just pushed out her fourth kid, I was such a good mom that I didn’t need the nurses to help me, I kept the baby with me the whole time and took care of him all by myself. You know she was laughing right back at me!
Once I got home from the hospital, in spite of the midwife’s advise that the only thing me and the baby needed to do until I was completely recovered was eat, sleep and shower, I insisted on taking it upon myself to clean the apartment (I never was that into cleaning, I don’t know why I suddenly became obsessed with it), cooking, taking out the trash, going for a walks, emailing pictures out, and all sorts of other unnecessary things. So I wasn’t really recovering. To think that he was only two-weeks old and I was already going stir crazy…lol.
To help regain my sanity, my BD and his friend took me out to our favorite restaurant where everyone know’s our names (actually we’ve got several Cheers-like places in NY…we like to eat out). And finally to get back to the point…it wasn’t much of a social experience for me because I ended up sitting in the car half by myself half the time nursing, not to mention lugging the infant seat back and forth. Well, I quickly learned to breastfeed in public.
But I’m still experimenting with this breastfeeding thing. For example, I got my running buddy Michelle to help me hall the jogging stroller down the likes of about 3 flights of stairs to the bathroom in the park where I could breastfeed more discretely. Of course we were right in the way of everyone coming in and out of the bathroom and there just happened to be a tour group from, what looked to be the entire population of France excluding Paris, walking in and out of the bathroom and some smiling, others glaring at us for being in the way or having the audacity or whatever.
So once we got that over, Michelle decides we are going to run an entire loop, the big hill at the top and everything…personally I was going to be happy with five miles. But we did it. I am so out of shape though. And I haven’t quite gotten the hang of pushing this jogging stroller. They say to lock the front wheel for safety but the wheel is never completely straight, always veers to the right a little bit so it’s a lot of arm work just to keep the stroller going straight and then I was so tired half the run I was using the stroller to lean on as if it were my walker.
Around mile 5 when we had nowhere to go but onwards, E-man completely lost it. Michelle called him our coach at that point because he was screaming so loud, we found energy we didn’t know we had to sprint the last mile. But once we got back I was so starving and I didn’t have energy to pick my butt off the bench, let alone walk the fifteen or so blocks to the bus, lug the jogging stroller onto it and make the slow, painful journey home, with my screaming, tired baby (the bus ride is about 1 hour if it does not make excessive stops and there is not a lot of traffic).
I ended up stopping off at a dinner, and boy I must have looked bad because I never received such quick service. They didn’t even ask me if there was anything else I needed, just handed me the check when I still had half my plate in front of me. The omelet gave me enough fuel for the trek back to the bus and that’s when the bus driver decides to give me a hard time, telling me I couldn’t bring the stroller on unless I folded it first. After going to the MTA sight I found out he was only enforcing the rules, but in my head I was ready to beat him up. In reality, I was ready to plop down right there on the sidewalk and go to sleep. I just glared at him and got on the bus.
Of course he didn’t even wait for me to sit before he put the peddle to the mettle and I went flying across the bus, baby in one hand, stroller in the other, diaper over my shoulder. And the other passengers…they just glared at me. There was a very kind Latin man who got on the bus a few stops after me though and asked me what stop I was getting off at. He then proclaimed that he would get off with me and help me with the stroller. I could have kissed him.
Ah and one more thing, my baby’s cuteness has already done wonders for him and me. I’m walking home at the end of this day, feeling with every step that I am about to either explode into a pool of tears or fall over and faint on the sidewalk and strangers are walking the other way, taking one look at him and giving me a big smile and I swear those smiles are what got me the three thousand or so steps to apartment where we both then knocked out for the rest of the afternoon.
Sunday, June 28, 2008
I’ve only ran one 3 mile run down 34th Avenue since last Saturday. I have got to train more if I am going to survive the half marathon injury free. Although as I’ve mentioned, I’ve done worse. But I know better. And I know I’m only making it harder on myself and risking injury if I don’t train properly. And I do love it once I get out there, its just the getting out there part. Most of us know, 85% of achieving any goal is showing up every time whether we’re board, sick, discouraged, tired or bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, rearing to go. (In my opinion, another 5% is a good plan to begin with and the remaining 10% is talent…but anyways…)
Well that one run was so easy compared to those six miles in Central Park. Whatever muscle I damaged in that run has more than repaired and now I feel so much stronger. YAY!
Today went much better too, for the most part.
It started with the routine bus ride…Actually a note about my kid. He is really so mellow and tolerant. This morning I was supposed to meet Roxanne to go running in Central Park and he was sleeping and sleeping and it was getting later and later and thus hotter and hotter so I took his cute little sleeping self out of his crib…of course this woke him up…laid him on the changing table and changed his diaper and dressed him, to which he just stared at me groggily, then I put him in the jogging stroller at which point he continued to stare groggily and walked him to the bus stop. I then put him in the carrier so I could fold up the jogging strollers as per the bus rules (huh! Don’t get me started!) at which point he started becoming more fully awake and looking around. For the 45 minute bus ride he just looked around, didn’t talk or fuss.
Speaking of the bus, well it appears that I won the bus lottery that first day, because ever since, I have not seen a bus that is level with the sidewalk again. They all have narrow steps that you must carry the stroller up while the other passengers glare like why are you slowing us down. Of course it does not occur to them that if they helped out, it would go much faster for all.
I can’t complain though. Its early in the morning. People are too sleepy to think of being nice. And you just don’t know what its like ‘till you experience it…I gota say. I’m ashamed to say I hardly ever went out of my way to help anyone carry a stroller up and down the steps. I was one of those cranky passengers who rushed by. Human decency can sometimes be so far from the hurried commute of NYC, and this is way to common place.
Now I help everyone because I know what they’re going through. Actually, with few exceptions, the only people that usually help out are mothers and disabled people. I will be walking into the bank with my stroller and three perfectly healthy looking guys will walk past, swinging the door in my face. Then an elderly woman with a walker will hold the door open for me and then I will do the same for her. Quite a world we live in.
Anyway…the park:
I nursed him before I started running, which he didn’t nurse very much because he was so busy trying to pull the blanket off and expose my breasts to the park-goers so he could look around.
Christine, the TNT running coach (from back when I ran the San Francisco marathon in 2006 to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society), was doing bag-watch and she held him while I ran down to the bathroom and changed from my nursing shirt into my running shirt. He was perfectly happy with her (mind you he has never met her in his so far almost four-month life) but he just smiled and talked to her and of course spit up all over her (which she was very kind about, she has a one-year old herself).
The run itself went much better even though we didn’t make it out ‘till 10 and had to cut our run short because it was stifling in the park. By the last quarter mile or so I was pretty beat, but that’s mostly because the sun was now glaring down at us and I had decided to start sprinting around 4 ½ miles which not only didn’t last more than the equivalent of maybe two blocks (and that’s a generous assessment) but it completely zapped me of the little energy I had left. So I walked to the “finish line” and then collapsed in front of the heaven that was a Philli cheese steak stand in the park with $8 dollar cheese steaks that had about $0.25 worth of meet on it.
After a talk with my BD (he has been opposed to the train, but now that he’s four months old, he’s decided to consent to it) we took the train home. Now the thing about the train is, even though it actually ends up being way more steps than the bus, 1) everything is wider, 2) you don’t have to collapse the stroller, and this stroller is much easier to transport in its non-collapsed form, and 3) all the work is in getting there so that in the hassle of getting on the train, there are no steps and therefore no hoisting on my part, glaring on everyone else’s part and me glaring back like, “You selfish morons!” Of course there is one huge con of the subway: the overwhelmingly fowl odor. But apart from the stench, I prefer the subway.
My baby is so friendly! While we waited for the train, there were these two couples (I presume from Italy) because they were talking about soccer and were very partial to the Italians and mentioned the Latino people they were playing with as if they were the “others,” and E-man kept trying to chime in and join the conversation. He is quite a social boy, my little fellow.
Sunday, July 12, 2008
Today I decided to get really adventurous with the running and take E-man out to the beach. We took the long island railroad (a much more stroller friendly train than the subway!, and better smelling too) out to Long Beach and went running on the boardwalk.
E-man got to see the ocean for the first time, although the sun was so bright I don’t know how much he could see. We ran up and down the boardwalk until he lost it. My silly self somehow managed to put sun-block on him but forgot to put it on myself so now I am looking like a freakin’ lobster.
But it was fun. I can’t complain – my baby is so easy going and up for everything. In fact, he behaves better in public than he does in the house…he just loves going out and socializing, talking to everyone on the train, having a good old time, that’s my little buddy!
Oh and I ran into someone on the boardwalk who had an instep elite jogging stroller and she paid about one-fourth what my BOB cost and the best thing about her stroller…its collapsible so easy to travel with. I’m definitely going to try the Instep next time around…I’ve already looked it up on Target.com and they start at $99.
Sunday, July 19, 2008
Other than a couple 2-miles runs now and then and the afore-mentioned “long runs” which have been a few miles short of what I had intended, I have not been training. I started out thinking I would have plenty of time to train, but motherhood is a little more work than expected, between that and trying to keep the house from looking like it’s been hit by a tornado – that and running a bookkeeping company and two marketing companies in order to pay the bills, I didn’t end up having all this excess time I thought I’d have. And not to make more excuses, but it has been freakin’ hot this summer!!!
That being said, the half marathon is next week and I have not followed the advise I give on my website, www.running-mom.com, which is to NOT be a weekend runner. Anyways, I’ll get out there next week, I’ll be in pain, but I’ll have a good time, then I’ll start getting serious about the training after I recover from that ordeal.
Yesterday was the NYC half marathon and I was about as dedicated in training for it as I was in keeping this blog up-to-date. As I mention on my website, www.running-mom.com, the half marathon is the point where I realize just how serious I need to get about training for the marathon (this time around, training for the ING NYC marathon November 2). So look for much consistent blogs from me from now on.
This particular post should come with a warning: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. While I did manage to finish yesterday, I paid dearly for my lack of training. We have 3 hours to run this half marathon, a generous amount of time for those who have done their homework unlike me who shows up on test-day hoping for luck to be on my side.
There are two-pace setters, a man and woman, who actually do run/walk it in 3 hours. (They pretty much power walk it – I tried it with them for a while and that power walking is no joke…wow is it hard on the hips!) They have a sign attached to their back which says, “Last man/woman running. Catch me if you can.” Or something like that. I tried my best to keep up with them. There was actually a handful of us that tried to either stay ahead or at best keep up with them. It was kind of fun…we were a support group for each other.
I pretty much managed to keep up with them until the last 2 miles, then they got away from me. Wow…that’s a lot of pressure, you’ve got the last man and woman running, police honking and shouting, “keep up or stay to the right!” Then there’s two buses waiting to pick the stragglers up and take them to the finish line as well as the ambulance waiting to pick anyone up who’s ready to pass out. And between the pressure and the exhaust from the vehicles, that alone is exhausting. I finished in a whopping 3 hours and 7 minutes…my longest half marathon yet. And just in time too, because by the time I managed to sit down on the stone railing on the side of the Westside Highway, I looked back and they were taking down the finish line and the people handing out medals were gone.
Luckily the weather was bearable – not too hot as it tends to be this time in July and the thunderstorm took a break for the length of the half marathon…kind of funny actually it poured rain and thundered and lightning almost right up to the start of the race and then a few minutes after I finished it began to pour again. But the sky was nice and overcast, so the sun wasn’t bearing down on us and a breeze even blew a couple of times throughout the course.
Afterwards I was so sore, I was useless. I was sore, chafed, exhausted…you name it. Luckily my BD picked me up at the finish line, got me an ice-cold water and a Phili Cheese steak and drove me home where I showered, ouch…that was a painful shower with all the chafing…and climbed right into bed where I pretty much camped out with my baby, the TV and a pizza for the rest of the day.
Oh yeah and this is what made it worse…somewhere around mile 7 of 13.1 miles, my milk came in and OMG, it was painful running with full boobies…first they added about a pound to the weight I was carrying and second they were just straight up painful and uncomfortable for the remainder of the race. All I do was think of my baby waiting to nurse at the finish line and carry on.
Speaking of babies, somewhere around mile 8 or 9, the thought occurred to me: it took me longer to run this half marathon than it took me to push out my baby (and I’m talking first contraction to the time they said, “It’s a boy!”). Now anyone who’s willing to do something that takes more time and effort than pushing out a baby has got to be crazy. And this was only half the run I’m doing in November. You know this is the time I ask myself, why am I doing this!? I’ll let you know when I come up with the answer. ;-)
Meanwhile, here’s some notes from my training…the few days I did manage to get out there and put my feet to the concrete…
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It’s been a pretty slow past two weeks as far as running is concerned but last night I found out I won entrance into the New York City Nike half marathon and I only have eight weeks to train for it, so its time for some hard core training. This is the third annual and also my third time to run it.
Last year I ran it having trained only twice in the two months leading up to it. Not only that but I was twelve weeks pregnant, I’m talking morning sickness, couldn’t even keep crackers down, and to top it I’d just got off a nine hour flight from visiting my aunt in France the night before. I showed up at that race, tired, sick, hot, nervous, and said hey not gona beat a record, its all about finishing today so may as well have a good time doing it. I hung out most of the time with my friend Michelle who was also struggling and together we trucked it one mile at a time, actually more like one step at a time.
When the patrolmen notified us they were getting ready to shut it down and re-open the highway, we just smiled and kept on going. The pro of coming in the last 30 of 10,000 people was that the roads were empty and we had the photographers all to ourselves. I got about 30 pictures and even got to pose for them. (I’m usually lucky if I get 1-5 good pictures.) I ran through that finish line at three hours and three minutes prouder than the athlete who won it.
The year before last I was hung over. The night before the race I had gone to this place in the Bronx where you can get a concoction of about 90% vodka, 5% ice and 5% 7up in a tall glass for only $5. One of them will do the trick and I’d had two.
So that being said, there’s little to be impressed about this time around. In fact, I’ll probably be in my best shape yet. I’m not drinking because I’m nursing. I’m not flying because I’m broke. And as adorable as my little buddy is, he’s the best birth control there is, so there will be no morning sickness. I’m also itching to get out of the house since I work from home and don’t get out much except to take a walk to the post office to ship off my three shelves of books which I’m selling via Amazon.com in order to buy my little darling another month of baby clothes. And after taking my little man on his first trip in the jogging stroller and realizing how easy it was, I will be training every chance I get…I’ll have to remind myself to take a day off so I don’t over-train (or so I say now).
Yeah so about the jogging stroller, I don’t know if I have a really big baby, or if the manual was just being overly cautious to avoid a law-suit, but whatever the case, he loved it and it was like pushing a feather. I had to keep checking to make sure he was still in there. Also I finally found the right time of day to run, in the evening when there’s a little breeze and the traffic is light and everyone is happy because their home from work so they get out of the way if you ask them nicely rather than glaring at you like who’s road do you think this is.
BTW, it was a little tough finding an 8 week half marathon training schedule. Most of them are at least twelve weeks. But with some advise from my buddy Roxanne, I managed to put one together which you can find on my website: http://www.running-mom.com/RunningTrainingProgram.html
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Ha – it took me a week, but I finally realized what it is that makes it harder to push a jogging stroller. I never realized how much I used my hands to help carry me through the runs. That and its much harder to change your stride in order to get rid of a cramp. You would think being able to hold onto the jogging stroller and the fact that it moves along so gracefully, it would sort of support the running, but not quite.
That being said, the little pocket underneath the jogging stroller already comes in handy holding my bottle of water, and will do wonders carrying all the gels, gues and such. In fact I’m thinking that since I’ll be able to keep quite a large stash of yummies, not just for myself but plenty to go around, I can use this luxury to entice the other runners to stick by me and take turns pushing the jogging stroller during training runs.
This week went well. I found a new bar that is the perfect amount of calories to eat before a run, helps me burn fat instead of muscle so keeps me from getting sore, has plenty of potassium which is very good for runners and I know now you are asking what is the difference between this and any other runners snack. Well, here goes the clincher…it is yummy. I mean really yummy. So yummy I can’t wait ‘till it’s time to run so I can have my little bar. The chocolate mint tastes like those little cookies they sometimes leave on your pillows in really fancy hotels. An the peanut butter fudge really tastes like peanut butter fudge. I mean these bars are so good you think you should feel guilty eating them, but they are only 120 calories. I even eat them for a snack when I’m not running. OK…enough of the sales pitch. Actually, if you want to hear more about these bars and other health items, you can contact me via this website: http://anna.ilovesuccess.net/.
So my runs go something like this:
I nurse my little guy until he is happy and full, then I burp him and put him in the running stroller. It takes me about two minutes to put on my fancy nursing-sports bra found at http://www.fitmaternity.com/maternity-clothes/b2.html. The first couple times it took about five minutes to put on and then it felt very awkward, but now that I’ve gotten the hang of it, it’s the best sports bra I’ve ever tried. It has hook and eyes all the way up the front. But the great thing about it: it fits as tight as a pare of pantyhose and it’s made out of pure polyester so no chafing. The trick is to fasten the two bottom hooks first, then position the breast so that the nipples are just bellow the seam and then fasten the rest of the hook and eyes from the bottom up. (The one I have is the Enell Sports / Nursing Bra – a little pricy, but well worth it!)
Then I cram my diaper bag packed full of necessities and more non-necessities into the bottom of the jogging stroller and we’re out. He usually dozes off somewhere around the first or second mile and stays asleep for a mile or two. Depending on how hot it is and how slow I’m running on a given day, he either wakes up cheerful, hangs out and I barely even know he’s awake or he wakes up screaming and all running must stop abruptly so he can be fed.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Today I ventured upon the bus with Eman and the jogging stroller for the first time. It actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected. The bus was even with the sidewalk going and coming so I was able to roll the stroller right onto the bus, no problem. Of course once I got on the bus, not to my surprise the bus driver was like, “Mis, you gota move that thing.” And then finding a place to put it that wasn’t in everyone’s way was a bit of a hassle, but not really too bad.
During the bus ride, the jogging stroller had a mind of it’s own (funny you would think a $400 stroller would have some kind of break system), so I’m straddling it with my feet while holding the diaper bag with one hand, nursing E-man with the other hand and using my teeth to hold the blanket over us so everyone is not staring at my boobies. E-man is getting more and more curious, which is making the whole covering up for modesty’s sake more and more challenging.
I’m still learning about nursing discretely in public. The first time we went out when E-man was about 2-weeks old, I went and sat in the car each time I had to nurse him. That was not fun or easy to say the least since I was still sore from the whole giving birth thing that had happened only two weeks ago and I think it hadn’t completely sunk in what my body had been through pushing out a baby and all. You know the first time around you don’t follow the rule, you think you need to prove your super woman, not realizing you will have plenty of time for that whether you like it or not. So of course I stayed up the entire three days I was in the hospital and thought I was such a good mommy because unlike the lady in the bed next to me who’d just pushed out her fourth kid, I was such a good mom that I didn’t need the nurses to help me, I kept the baby with me the whole time and took care of him all by myself. You know she was laughing right back at me!
Once I got home from the hospital, in spite of the midwife’s advise that the only thing me and the baby needed to do until I was completely recovered was eat, sleep and shower, I insisted on taking it upon myself to clean the apartment (I never was that into cleaning, I don’t know why I suddenly became obsessed with it), cooking, taking out the trash, going for a walks, emailing pictures out, and all sorts of other unnecessary things. So I wasn’t really recovering. To think that he was only two-weeks old and I was already going stir crazy…lol.
To help regain my sanity, my BD and his friend took me out to our favorite restaurant where everyone know’s our names (actually we’ve got several Cheers-like places in NY…we like to eat out). And finally to get back to the point…it wasn’t much of a social experience for me because I ended up sitting in the car half by myself half the time nursing, not to mention lugging the infant seat back and forth. Well, I quickly learned to breastfeed in public.
But I’m still experimenting with this breastfeeding thing. For example, I got my running buddy Michelle to help me hall the jogging stroller down the likes of about 3 flights of stairs to the bathroom in the park where I could breastfeed more discretely. Of course we were right in the way of everyone coming in and out of the bathroom and there just happened to be a tour group from, what looked to be the entire population of France excluding Paris, walking in and out of the bathroom and some smiling, others glaring at us for being in the way or having the audacity or whatever.
So once we got that over, Michelle decides we are going to run an entire loop, the big hill at the top and everything…personally I was going to be happy with five miles. But we did it. I am so out of shape though. And I haven’t quite gotten the hang of pushing this jogging stroller. They say to lock the front wheel for safety but the wheel is never completely straight, always veers to the right a little bit so it’s a lot of arm work just to keep the stroller going straight and then I was so tired half the run I was using the stroller to lean on as if it were my walker.
Around mile 5 when we had nowhere to go but onwards, E-man completely lost it. Michelle called him our coach at that point because he was screaming so loud, we found energy we didn’t know we had to sprint the last mile. But once we got back I was so starving and I didn’t have energy to pick my butt off the bench, let alone walk the fifteen or so blocks to the bus, lug the jogging stroller onto it and make the slow, painful journey home, with my screaming, tired baby (the bus ride is about 1 hour if it does not make excessive stops and there is not a lot of traffic).
I ended up stopping off at a dinner, and boy I must have looked bad because I never received such quick service. They didn’t even ask me if there was anything else I needed, just handed me the check when I still had half my plate in front of me. The omelet gave me enough fuel for the trek back to the bus and that’s when the bus driver decides to give me a hard time, telling me I couldn’t bring the stroller on unless I folded it first. After going to the MTA sight I found out he was only enforcing the rules, but in my head I was ready to beat him up. In reality, I was ready to plop down right there on the sidewalk and go to sleep. I just glared at him and got on the bus.
Of course he didn’t even wait for me to sit before he put the peddle to the mettle and I went flying across the bus, baby in one hand, stroller in the other, diaper over my shoulder. And the other passengers…they just glared at me. There was a very kind Latin man who got on the bus a few stops after me though and asked me what stop I was getting off at. He then proclaimed that he would get off with me and help me with the stroller. I could have kissed him.
Ah and one more thing, my baby’s cuteness has already done wonders for him and me. I’m walking home at the end of this day, feeling with every step that I am about to either explode into a pool of tears or fall over and faint on the sidewalk and strangers are walking the other way, taking one look at him and giving me a big smile and I swear those smiles are what got me the three thousand or so steps to apartment where we both then knocked out for the rest of the afternoon.
Sunday, June 28, 2008
I’ve only ran one 3 mile run down 34th Avenue since last Saturday. I have got to train more if I am going to survive the half marathon injury free. Although as I’ve mentioned, I’ve done worse. But I know better. And I know I’m only making it harder on myself and risking injury if I don’t train properly. And I do love it once I get out there, its just the getting out there part. Most of us know, 85% of achieving any goal is showing up every time whether we’re board, sick, discouraged, tired or bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, rearing to go. (In my opinion, another 5% is a good plan to begin with and the remaining 10% is talent…but anyways…)
Well that one run was so easy compared to those six miles in Central Park. Whatever muscle I damaged in that run has more than repaired and now I feel so much stronger. YAY!
Today went much better too, for the most part.
It started with the routine bus ride…Actually a note about my kid. He is really so mellow and tolerant. This morning I was supposed to meet Roxanne to go running in Central Park and he was sleeping and sleeping and it was getting later and later and thus hotter and hotter so I took his cute little sleeping self out of his crib…of course this woke him up…laid him on the changing table and changed his diaper and dressed him, to which he just stared at me groggily, then I put him in the jogging stroller at which point he continued to stare groggily and walked him to the bus stop. I then put him in the carrier so I could fold up the jogging strollers as per the bus rules (huh! Don’t get me started!) at which point he started becoming more fully awake and looking around. For the 45 minute bus ride he just looked around, didn’t talk or fuss.
Speaking of the bus, well it appears that I won the bus lottery that first day, because ever since, I have not seen a bus that is level with the sidewalk again. They all have narrow steps that you must carry the stroller up while the other passengers glare like why are you slowing us down. Of course it does not occur to them that if they helped out, it would go much faster for all.
I can’t complain though. Its early in the morning. People are too sleepy to think of being nice. And you just don’t know what its like ‘till you experience it…I gota say. I’m ashamed to say I hardly ever went out of my way to help anyone carry a stroller up and down the steps. I was one of those cranky passengers who rushed by. Human decency can sometimes be so far from the hurried commute of NYC, and this is way to common place.
Now I help everyone because I know what they’re going through. Actually, with few exceptions, the only people that usually help out are mothers and disabled people. I will be walking into the bank with my stroller and three perfectly healthy looking guys will walk past, swinging the door in my face. Then an elderly woman with a walker will hold the door open for me and then I will do the same for her. Quite a world we live in.
Anyway…the park:
I nursed him before I started running, which he didn’t nurse very much because he was so busy trying to pull the blanket off and expose my breasts to the park-goers so he could look around.
Christine, the TNT running coach (from back when I ran the San Francisco marathon in 2006 to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society), was doing bag-watch and she held him while I ran down to the bathroom and changed from my nursing shirt into my running shirt. He was perfectly happy with her (mind you he has never met her in his so far almost four-month life) but he just smiled and talked to her and of course spit up all over her (which she was very kind about, she has a one-year old herself).
The run itself went much better even though we didn’t make it out ‘till 10 and had to cut our run short because it was stifling in the park. By the last quarter mile or so I was pretty beat, but that’s mostly because the sun was now glaring down at us and I had decided to start sprinting around 4 ½ miles which not only didn’t last more than the equivalent of maybe two blocks (and that’s a generous assessment) but it completely zapped me of the little energy I had left. So I walked to the “finish line” and then collapsed in front of the heaven that was a Philli cheese steak stand in the park with $8 dollar cheese steaks that had about $0.25 worth of meet on it.
After a talk with my BD (he has been opposed to the train, but now that he’s four months old, he’s decided to consent to it) we took the train home. Now the thing about the train is, even though it actually ends up being way more steps than the bus, 1) everything is wider, 2) you don’t have to collapse the stroller, and this stroller is much easier to transport in its non-collapsed form, and 3) all the work is in getting there so that in the hassle of getting on the train, there are no steps and therefore no hoisting on my part, glaring on everyone else’s part and me glaring back like, “You selfish morons!” Of course there is one huge con of the subway: the overwhelmingly fowl odor. But apart from the stench, I prefer the subway.
My baby is so friendly! While we waited for the train, there were these two couples (I presume from Italy) because they were talking about soccer and were very partial to the Italians and mentioned the Latino people they were playing with as if they were the “others,” and E-man kept trying to chime in and join the conversation. He is quite a social boy, my little fellow.
Sunday, July 12, 2008
Today I decided to get really adventurous with the running and take E-man out to the beach. We took the long island railroad (a much more stroller friendly train than the subway!, and better smelling too) out to Long Beach and went running on the boardwalk.
E-man got to see the ocean for the first time, although the sun was so bright I don’t know how much he could see. We ran up and down the boardwalk until he lost it. My silly self somehow managed to put sun-block on him but forgot to put it on myself so now I am looking like a freakin’ lobster.
But it was fun. I can’t complain – my baby is so easy going and up for everything. In fact, he behaves better in public than he does in the house…he just loves going out and socializing, talking to everyone on the train, having a good old time, that’s my little buddy!
Oh and I ran into someone on the boardwalk who had an instep elite jogging stroller and she paid about one-fourth what my BOB cost and the best thing about her stroller…its collapsible so easy to travel with. I’m definitely going to try the Instep next time around…I’ve already looked it up on Target.com and they start at $99.
Sunday, July 19, 2008
Other than a couple 2-miles runs now and then and the afore-mentioned “long runs” which have been a few miles short of what I had intended, I have not been training. I started out thinking I would have plenty of time to train, but motherhood is a little more work than expected, between that and trying to keep the house from looking like it’s been hit by a tornado – that and running a bookkeeping company and two marketing companies in order to pay the bills, I didn’t end up having all this excess time I thought I’d have. And not to make more excuses, but it has been freakin’ hot this summer!!!
That being said, the half marathon is next week and I have not followed the advise I give on my website, www.running-mom.com, which is to NOT be a weekend runner. Anyways, I’ll get out there next week, I’ll be in pain, but I’ll have a good time, then I’ll start getting serious about the training after I recover from that ordeal.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Day 1
In Waco, TX where I spent most of my years growing up there was a big traffic circle downtown that was famous for its crashes because of the lack of moderating incoming/outgoing traffic. There was a restaurant on the circle where you could get a souvenir matchbox that said, "I survived the circle." Well I need one of those match boxes that says, "I survived the first six weeks."
Of course everyone tries to warn you, but you just gotta find out for yourself...and now I know that those first six weeks after giving birth are quite trying, from the lack of sleep to taking ten minutes to change a dirty diaper only to have him spray all over your face and make a dirty diaper just as soon as you've gotten a new one on, to the complicated decisions of whether to get dressed, take a nap, or catch up on “Lost” in your 5 "free" minutes / day, to the "what did I get myself into?" to the guilt for wondering "what did I get myself into?"...if ever you have a kid, I don't need to go on and if you don't have a kid, well you just got to experience it to understand. (Not to discourage anyone…you get past it, you get to know each other...now he’s at that wonderful age where he is becoming aware of his hands and feet and will laugh and kick with all his might every time you rub his belly or his cheek and he has long conversations with me, his daddy, the mobile, the television, the ceiling…its wonderful…so hang in there!)
The only thing I can compare it to is the one marathon I ran so far...the San Francisco Nike Marathon in the fall of 2006 (gorgeous time of year in SF!!!)...overall a wonderful experience that just like motherhood, I was 100% sure I was ready for, I trained for it, I looked forward to it...I pictured myself crying tears of joy as I passed the finish line, but somewhere around mile 19 of 26.2 I asked myself..."what the !@#^&* did I get myself into!?"
Of course both of these experiences were absolutely worth it and once I got through that mile 19-26.2 and the first six months I laughed at myself for what a whuss I had been. But immediately after both of these experiences I said exactly the same thing to myself. I absolutely plan on doing this again but not for the next million years.
Well here I am, a million years later, having forgotten all the hard work, the whole experience having become idealized with time: week 1 of training for the NYC marathon this November. My baby is now 11 weeks and I am ready to do this: loose that baby fat, get back in shape, etc....(oh and I heard and believe from experiencing that running indirectly improves memory...and mine is going faster than it takes my baby to burp up half his meal...what was I saying?).
So I decided to keep a blog sharing my experience in case there are any other crazy mothers like me who need to know they are not alone. I hope to humor, encourage and share any advice I pick up along the way.
This morning, after nursing my baby and packing a stroller full of water, rain covers (since NY1 said it would rain on and off throughout the day but was not any more specific), pacifiers (in case he decides to angrily protest the run just when I'm too far to turn around / pl. because he will be sure to drop at least one), and a misc. of other non-necessities, I was off at 10:00 in the morning for my first run.
It turns out the jogging stroller that all my running buddies got me from my baby registry tells you in the maintenance guide after you've already bought the stroller that even though the website recommends the stroller for babies 2 months and up, they do not recommend you jog with it until your baby is 8 months...and that wouldn't do me any good unless I was planning on running with him in the marathon...so we'll save that for the next marathon (in Rio De Janeiro http://www.maratonadorio.com.br/, right E? Meanwhile, I am running down the cracked, bumpy, dog-poop-infested, annoyed-pedestrian-crowded sidewalks of Queens pushing my baby in my Eddie Bauer cruiser.
Oh yeah...gotta take a moment here now that I've mentioned it, Dog-Owners: when you leave your dog's poop in the middle of the sidewalk, it is then picked up on the soles of feet and the wheels of strollers and carried into homes where children walk and babies crawl with hands that they love to put into their mouths. Please think about this!
Well now that I got that little bit of venting out of the way, back to the run...it was actually a beautiful day today, not hot and humid yet, that rain never did come 'till much later, the sun was out but I used a blanket to keep it out of his eyes, and I made it 1 mile without stopping except to occasionally put the pacifier back in his mouth. That's better than I did my first time around while training for San Francisco back in 2006, I became winded after about four blocks and had to walk home, wheezing, and took 30 min. just to catch my breath. This time, not only did I make it a mile, but I actually took about a half mile walk after that.
Might I mention that I am not a fast runner at all...I did not time myself, but I'm guessing it took me anywhere from 12-20 min. I am also not a scarecrow with long, strong legs. I have just lost enough baby fat to almost fall into the “normal” category of the BMI. If I take one minute less than the 6 1/2 hrs it took me to run SF to run NYC, I will be ecstatic. All the joy is in the journey for this runner.
...more to come on gear for the full chested, milk spewing, runners and other such joys.
;-)
Of course everyone tries to warn you, but you just gotta find out for yourself...and now I know that those first six weeks after giving birth are quite trying, from the lack of sleep to taking ten minutes to change a dirty diaper only to have him spray all over your face and make a dirty diaper just as soon as you've gotten a new one on, to the complicated decisions of whether to get dressed, take a nap, or catch up on “Lost” in your 5 "free" minutes / day, to the "what did I get myself into?" to the guilt for wondering "what did I get myself into?"...if ever you have a kid, I don't need to go on and if you don't have a kid, well you just got to experience it to understand. (Not to discourage anyone…you get past it, you get to know each other...now he’s at that wonderful age where he is becoming aware of his hands and feet and will laugh and kick with all his might every time you rub his belly or his cheek and he has long conversations with me, his daddy, the mobile, the television, the ceiling…its wonderful…so hang in there!)
The only thing I can compare it to is the one marathon I ran so far...the San Francisco Nike Marathon in the fall of 2006 (gorgeous time of year in SF!!!)...overall a wonderful experience that just like motherhood, I was 100% sure I was ready for, I trained for it, I looked forward to it...I pictured myself crying tears of joy as I passed the finish line, but somewhere around mile 19 of 26.2 I asked myself..."what the !@#^&* did I get myself into!?"
Of course both of these experiences were absolutely worth it and once I got through that mile 19-26.2 and the first six months I laughed at myself for what a whuss I had been. But immediately after both of these experiences I said exactly the same thing to myself. I absolutely plan on doing this again but not for the next million years.
Well here I am, a million years later, having forgotten all the hard work, the whole experience having become idealized with time: week 1 of training for the NYC marathon this November. My baby is now 11 weeks and I am ready to do this: loose that baby fat, get back in shape, etc....(oh and I heard and believe from experiencing that running indirectly improves memory...and mine is going faster than it takes my baby to burp up half his meal...what was I saying?).
So I decided to keep a blog sharing my experience in case there are any other crazy mothers like me who need to know they are not alone. I hope to humor, encourage and share any advice I pick up along the way.
This morning, after nursing my baby and packing a stroller full of water, rain covers (since NY1 said it would rain on and off throughout the day but was not any more specific), pacifiers (in case he decides to angrily protest the run just when I'm too far to turn around / pl. because he will be sure to drop at least one), and a misc. of other non-necessities, I was off at 10:00 in the morning for my first run.
It turns out the jogging stroller that all my running buddies got me from my baby registry tells you in the maintenance guide after you've already bought the stroller that even though the website recommends the stroller for babies 2 months and up, they do not recommend you jog with it until your baby is 8 months...and that wouldn't do me any good unless I was planning on running with him in the marathon...so we'll save that for the next marathon (in Rio De Janeiro http://www.maratonadorio.com.br/, right E? Meanwhile, I am running down the cracked, bumpy, dog-poop-infested, annoyed-pedestrian-crowded sidewalks of Queens pushing my baby in my Eddie Bauer cruiser.
Oh yeah...gotta take a moment here now that I've mentioned it, Dog-Owners: when you leave your dog's poop in the middle of the sidewalk, it is then picked up on the soles of feet and the wheels of strollers and carried into homes where children walk and babies crawl with hands that they love to put into their mouths. Please think about this!
Well now that I got that little bit of venting out of the way, back to the run...it was actually a beautiful day today, not hot and humid yet, that rain never did come 'till much later, the sun was out but I used a blanket to keep it out of his eyes, and I made it 1 mile without stopping except to occasionally put the pacifier back in his mouth. That's better than I did my first time around while training for San Francisco back in 2006, I became winded after about four blocks and had to walk home, wheezing, and took 30 min. just to catch my breath. This time, not only did I make it a mile, but I actually took about a half mile walk after that.
Might I mention that I am not a fast runner at all...I did not time myself, but I'm guessing it took me anywhere from 12-20 min. I am also not a scarecrow with long, strong legs. I have just lost enough baby fat to almost fall into the “normal” category of the BMI. If I take one minute less than the 6 1/2 hrs it took me to run SF to run NYC, I will be ecstatic. All the joy is in the journey for this runner.
...more to come on gear for the full chested, milk spewing, runners and other such joys.
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