· Off the Grid ·

I tried to be a good student, dedicated runner, faithful blogger, and the list goes on, but I can't do it all. I need to take a break from blogging.

Thank you for all your support and encouragement. I have enjoyed reading about your training successes. I hope you stay safe, warm and inspired as you continue to run through the fall and winter seasons.

Natchaug River

If you read my post about the Natchaug River from yesterday, you might be interested in reading this e-mail I received today from the leader.

Wednesday’s adventure was a bit more than I had anticipated, with the Natchaug River at a very high (and cold) level. The water was 2 feet higher than usual, and the force of water is cubed (3rd power) for every foot so the current was about 64 times more powerful than normal. Just hanging on to the rope was tough enough, and there were a couple of brief moments when I thought one or two of you would float away down the river, but you were all spectacular out there. You should be very proud of your courage and daring, but you also need to know you were safe as long as you could swim. Otherwise, we would not have gone across. The river was not at a deadly level...until Saturday.

I’m not sure if you heard, but there were two fatalities in the Natchaug over the weekend. Friday’s rain exacerbated an already bad situation and the river became deadly. A woman fell into Diana’s Pool (I pointed it out on the way back to campus on Wednesday) while taking photographs; a elderly man fell into the river at Nickerson Campground, IN THE VERY SAME SPOT WHERE WE CROSSED, and was swept downstream. Both people drowned.
Life is a short and fleeting pleasure.
Best wishes for the rest of the term; keep moving.
NW

Cassie (who ran an awesome 20K relay today) tagged me a few days ago.

Here are the rules:
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or the closest one to it)
4. Post the text of your sentence in your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag five other people.

From August 1, 2004
This week I'm staying at house near Mashamoquet State Park. I looked up the park online, and found that it had hiking trails. I found a trail a little over four miles long and thought it would be perfect for a run. A hiking trail had to be the same thing as a running trail, right??? I was wrong! A mile into the run I realized I was on a serious hiking trail. Parts of the trail were really steep and there were a lot of rocks, everywhere! At one point, the trail went over a huge rock formation. It took me a total of an hour an, two minutes. I "ran" aka "stumbled along" for 48 minutes, and walked for 14. ~ Despite my complaining, it was a beautiful trail and if I'm ever up for "serious" hiking, I will go back. (I almost forgot to mention one of the best parts. I was able to help two hikers who were lost. Most of time, it's me asking for help!) :)

How about you: Mark, Michelle, Bill, Liz and Flatman?

A Little Adventure

The pictures below are my two favorite photos from last weekend. Coincidently, they are both PRE-race pics and with the RBF members. In all of the post-race pics it looks like I am about to die at any minute. :)

I saw the sun yesterday for the first time in over a week. It had been raining on and off for 8 days straight. Needless to say, I wasn't motivated to run a lot, even though I have been feeling really good since Tuesday morning (which means it only took 2 and half days to recover from the race, yeah!)

I did go running on Wednesday with the adventure runners. We met early in the morning and headed off to the blue trail near the Natchaug River. The trail was beautiful. It winded through a forest full of Maple, Oak and Pine trees. Some of the leaves had already fallen off their branches and some of the most beautiful red, gold, and yellow leaves remained on the trees, blowing in the wind. As we climbed up part of the trail, we heard water cascading down the hill, forming a small chain of natural waterfalls. After a mile we reached the Natchaug River. It looked deeper and darker this time because of all the rain we had this past week. The current looked strong too, so we opted for the rope and carabiners.

It was little scary because the middle of the river was deeper than I expected, and the current was strong. It pulled me under for a second or two, but thankfully the rope was there. Eventually all of us made it to the other side, soaked from head to toe, but full of excitement and smiling. We had conquered the Natchaug!

Running Chicks 

CT RBF Pre-race Dinner 

Marathon Race Report

I don’t know where to begin. How can I capture the experience of a marathon in a few paragraphs? I will try my best and warn you that I will probably go in and out of past and present tense and forget all other rules of grammar (right *Brent?). :)

Friday Night
The Connecticut RBF met for dinner. We enjoyed a night of laughing and relaxing. We talked about our goals, why we love the RBF and the way Susan likes to cook. :)

Saturday Race Morning
I woke up to the sound of rain drops. Today was the day one of my dreams was about to come true and surprisingly I wasn’t nervous, only excited. I ate my oatmeal and an english muffin and soon we were on our way to Hartford. I followed Dianna, Jasaon, and Michelle in my car. As fate would have it, I got lost, but thankfully not for long. :)

Starting Line
Dianna, Michelle and I were able to start together. We found our anticipated pace leaders and waited for the start (The 4 hr. pace leader was barefoot! We smiled and thought of Mark). While we waited for the gun, it started raining harder and all we could was laugh—there was no turning back now.

Miles 1 - 4
The first three miles felt good. Michelle and I ran together. Our pace was a little faster than my pace leader, but I wanted to stay with Michelle. I knew the next 23 miles might be lonely, so I would enjoy the company while it lasted. We chatted away and bumped into Sarah for a quick minute too. After mile three, I slowed down and watched Michelle speed ahead. I found the pace leader at mile 4, but he seemed to be running faster than I expected, so I decided to keep my own pace. (After that, he stayed ahead of me the whole time.)

Around Mile 6
I overheard two older women and a guy my age talk about their 4 hr. goal. I told them I was interested in the same pace, so we stayed together for a little while, but the two women quickly picked up their pace. (Of course this is all relative. In reality, they could have kept the same pace and I could have been slowing down, but who knows?!) :)
I hit the 10K mark at 57:02 = 9:11 pace (a little slower than I wanted)

Mile 7
My first quick stop at the bathroom.
After running next to the guy my age for about two miles, casually chatting away it suddenly hit us–we didn’t even know each other’s names. I think it went something like this
"Oh, by the way I’m Matt"
"I’m Aprilanne, nice to meet you"
"And this is Tom. We met at the starting line." (Or was it John, I can’t remember now. He had quickly joined our little group after mile 6 with the same goal.)

Mile 10
1:30:52 = 9:06 pace
The three of us are excited. We had picked up the pace and were 38 seconds ahead of schedule.

Mile 11
Dianna’s husband, Jason, hands me a peach and gummie bears and gives me an update on Dianna. I share the food with my running partners and we are all in high spirts. I feel really good. Most of the time it was either misting, sprinkling or pouring, but we were running and life was great. After discussing where we were from, Matt said, "This is what a marathon is all about-eating peaches, meeting people, and talking about statehood". (Am I remembering that correctly? Hmmm...well, it was something like that. At the time I was thinking, You’re right. This is great.)

At mile 13
The wind picked up and for a second I think, Why didn’t I register for the half marathon? But only for a second! :)

Mile 14
Matt, Tom and I separate and I’m on my own for the rest of the race. My socks are sneakers are completely soaked and I suddenly have a pain on the bottom of the feet. I think it is the start of a blister. Somewhere around this time I make my second quick stop at a bathroom. I realize my pace has slowed down, but I’m still running.

Mile 19
I turn the corner and see my dad standing there, smiling. I quickly see the rest of my family huddled under their umbrellas in the rain. Aww...am I the most blessed girl in the world or what? They are cheering for me! In the rain, they came to see me! My sister hands me a new gatoraid bottle. (I carried my first one from mile 1 to 15.) My brother starts running next me for the next 30 seconds, while he takes a video clip of me from his digital camera. It’s funny because after I watched it yesterday, I realized I wasn’t really making a lot of sense.
"I have a splinters on my feet and it hurts. Thaks for being here. I really appreciate it. Wait, I mean blisters. Can you take my sunglasses? Where do I put them?"

Mile 20
3:04:25 = 9:14 pace
[When I arrive at mile 20 I search the crowd for Wade. He is no where to be seen. I thought this was supposed to be the best day of my life–get engaged and finish my first marathon, all on the same day. What happened? (J/K hahaha)]

When I reach mile 20 I feel tired but excited. Seeing my family was just what I needed. I pick up the pace (but probably only for a minute) I have been racing on and off since I was a freshman in high school and this was the first race my dad and brother have ever been to, so I was so excited to have them there. I start thinking about how blessed I am and then it happens, I break down crying because I am so happy. Wait, I thought this was supposed to happen when I cross the finish line, not at mile 20? I quickly gather my composure and focus on getting through the next 6.2 miles.

The Last Six.2 Miles
The last 6 miles are the hilliest part of the course. Up until that point, the course was mostly flat. What type of person would design a course like this? It was difficult, but not impossible. Mentally I was doing okay. (Although a little delirious at times–at one water station I thought I saw the swim instructor from this past summer and I said-do I know you? He quicly said, No, I don’t think so. Opps!) :) I felt strong enough to finish, granted I wouldn’t reach my goal time but I knew I would finish. During the last few miles my heels were really hurting me. It felt like I had two huge blisters near my toes. Every step hurt, I had to gave up any attempt of chi running and I was a "heel striker" for the last 6 miles-sorry Mark!

I didn’t get my second bag of gummie bears at mile 19 and I need to refuel, so at mile 22 someone handed me a mini butterfinger bar and I ate it. The first bite I had to spit out because I didn’t think I would be able to keep it down, but I forced myself to swallow the next three bites. There was some walking too. I stopped twice to walk, once up one of the hills and once because I was tired.

I looked at my live strong wristband and thought of Lance Armstrong. I thought of my family. I thought of the running chicks. I thought of my blisters. I thought of the rain. I thought of Matt and Jon reaching their goals. I repeated some scripture verses in my head and I remembered all of you cheering for the running chicks.

Finish Line
For the last .2 miles I picked up the pace and I was happy with my final kick. Okay, so it probably looked like I was running in slow motion to everyone else, but it my head it felt like I was flying! I crossed the line and was greeted by congratulations and hugs from the running chicks and my family. (My grandparents were there too, all the way from Ohio!) I was happy it was over and happy to see my family.

I was a marathoner–one of my lifelong dreams come true!

Net time finish = 4:11:20 (Wahoo–good enough for me. I made it, even though I missed my perfect 4 hr. goal. I guess that means I will have to try again!!) ;)

Later in the day
I tried to take a nap, but I couldn’t. I was still on a ‘Runners High’. That afternoon my dad came over and said I will never forget your face at mile 19. You looked like you were having so much fun. That night my family took me out to dinner and then we had cake to celebrate. What better way to end the day?
I was really soar after the race, but two days later I am feel 90% better and I hope to meet my running class on Wednesday for a slow, relaxing trail run.

Mark Twain once said, "To get the full value of joy, you must have somebody to divide it with."

I could probably write three pages of thank yous to everyone who helped me reach my goal, but I’ll try to keep this short.
Thank you to the running chicks for all their motivation. If it was not for you girls, I never would have ever thought about the possibility of running a marathon at this stage in my life. Thanks for organizing the training runs and getting me out the door every Saturday morning.
Thank you to my family (especially Dawn and Kia). You girls are the best cheerleaders! Thanks for listening to my complaints and for always being supportive.
Thank you to the RBF! Your posts inspire me and make me laugh. What could be better than that?

I made it!

Thanks for your well wishes!
It’s official—I am a marathoner.
Life is good!
I plan on posting the race report tomorrow.

2 More Days!

If taper madness involves the following list, then I certainly have it! :)

- checking weather.com at least five times a day
- washing my hands ALL the time because I don’t want to get sick
- deciding to use the elevator instead of the stairs out of fear of twisting my ankle, but then thinking, What if the elevator stops and I get stuck in here for days? I better take the stairs after all! :)
- race day dreams
- making lists for everything, including what I will need on race morning and what my sister needs to put in the "supply" bag for mile 20 (after reading Jack’s post--definitely eye drops in case my contacts "fold over", along with gatorade, pretzels, gummy bears, extra socks, nail clippers, band-aids, an extra hair elastic, scissors (in case I want to cut off the pace band) and my walkman. Did I forget anything?
- questioning myself~Did I train enough? Why didn’t I do any speed work this summer? What if I don’t find my running grove on race day?
- eating way too many carbs.

I could not be more excited! This is it. Just two more days!!

Best of luck to the other racers on Saturday Dianna, Michelle, Susan, Sarah and David on Sunday.

Coventry 4 mile Race Report

I missed a PR by 32 seconds.
I missed my goal time by 1 minute, 28 seconds.
But, I still had an awesome time!

~ I heart running and race day friends.


AA, Charlie, & Dianna














I came in first for my division.
(No one has to know I was the
ONLY runner in my division.)
:)

~ My new Asics are wonderful!

~ GO *BRENT!! I am so excited for you!!!