Ok, just to clear this up. No, I am not running an ultra this summer. Nor am I running a marathon. I am not super woman! Am I training to get back to marathon and ultra running, yes.
'But, I know this girl, who ran a marathon at 9 months pregnant.'
Well, considering the fact that I was induced at 37 weeks, I didn't do the full 9 months, huh.
'Ok, but I know this other girl, she ran through her pregnancy. That's also a great way to stay in shape and not gain too much weight.'
Well, yes, I had every intention to keep running throughout my pregnancy, but it turned out, that I was on semi bedrest from 16 weeks on, and on complete bedrest from week 26. And no working out since 8 weeks pregnant. Childbirth was a breeze, pregnancy wasn't. But I would do it again in a heart beat. Apparently, not every pregnancy is the same, so you really can't compare one pregnant lady to the other.
'So, you're not in marathon shape yet?'
Uhm, no, I'm not. Hence the answer to your last question.
'Ok, but surely you're back to working out 10-16 hours a week, right?'
Ha! Oh, you're serious? I'm a single mom, and self-employed, so I want and have to fit in work outs in my boy's schedule.
'Well, if you're not working out 10 hours a week, how are you going to get rid of the pregnancy weight?'
Uhm, most of it is gone, and those last couple of pounds - slowly. I'm no Hollywood celebrity that is back to working out 24 hours post delivery. And that six-pack - well, I think I'll manage fine without it.
'So, you're not into running anymore?'
Uh, what? Are you even listening? Nope, I am very much into running. I just had to stop running due to pregnancy. One of the best reasons out there, right? ;) Plus, pregnancy is an ultra marathon by itself. ;)
…and those I haven't met yet.
You're running an ultra this summer. A mountain ultra. Whether it being your first, your second, or your twenty-fifth. You're running an ultra. And you're mildly intimidated by the elevation profile/course map/cut-off times.
I've been there, believe me. I have. Although this whole 'getting into shape post pregnancy and realizing your pelvic floor isn't the sturdy one you had pre pregnancy and your belly will probably never look the same' thing makes me feel like a pathetic excuse for a runner, I do still feel the ultra love. As far as running goes, ultras have my heart. As far as life goes, my heart is in the hands of a now 3 months old boy. Yeah, I know, enough already with the proud new mom talk.
Post pregnancy hormones aside. You are running an ultra, and you are mildly intimidated. Does that quite sum it up?
Well, again, I have been there, and I am not even close to being a speedy or expert runner, but I did run some mountains - during races or just during me time. Those mountains truly are something created by the hand of a higher power. At least, that's how I feel. The views, the sounds of cow bells in the distance, marmots whistling, I'd take those mountains over a tropical beach any day.
But they are intimidating. The weather can do a 180 on you within minutes. The trail you ran yesterday, can look like a completely different trail today. Twice as challenging. Those mountains change by the hour.
In 2011, after my first 50 miler at the Swiss Alpine Marathon in Davos, Switzerland, I read on Janina's (a German ultra runner) Facebook page, that you are only a guest in the mountains. And I find that true. You are a guest and should act accordingly. Respect those mountains, but feel honored to be allowed to visit them. To spend time with them. Feel blessed to be up there. Breathing in that fresh mountain air.
Do set a goal of finishing pre race, but don't be too set on doing so. Some days a 50 mile race, just turns into a 30 mile trail run. Or a 5 mile long chat with friends. Don't beat yourself up over not crossing that finish line. Instead, enjoy having run some trails.
If you plan on running under XX hours, plan accordingly, but accept changing conditions. Weather, an upset stomach, that amazing view you'd like to enjoy for a couple of minutes. Honestly, no one will think less highly of you for not finishing or finishing slower than you'd hoped to. At least, no one with their sanity in place.
And yes, your legs will probably hurt. A lot. But the good thing about ultras is, your legs will hurt to a point where you think you can't take any more, and then the pain just doesn't get worse. Also, ultras are a chain of rough patches and easy breezy moments. That's the beauty of them. And no matter how hard the climb, the view will always be worth it.
[To all the ultra running moms: yes, your legs will hurt, but honestly, it's not child birth. And most definitely not natural and unmedicated child birth. Uh huh.]
Plus, in the end it's just a mountain. A mountain that has seen more people succeed than not.
So, promise me this - set a timer, on your phone, watch, whatever you have in your pack. For, let's say, every two hours during that ultra you're running. An when that alarm goes off - stop. In your tracks (obviously while taking note of other runners while doing so…uh huh). Close your eyes. Inhale. And exhale. Smile. And open your eyes. Look around. Truly look around. Take in your surroundings - no matter if it's snowing/raining/night time. Look around. And breathe in those mountains. It will make all the difference. Trust me.
Most chaotic post ever.
February. Sweet February.
Goofy? Goofy was fun. A lot of fun. I am still working on the report, and will post that as soon as possible.
Apart from that. I am still very much into running. Last year was a pretty crazy year, setting PR after PR and training my butt off (quite literally).
This year - at least the first couple of months of the year - I plan on taking it easy. No 5-hour long runs every other weekend. No 60-70 mile training weeks. Marathon training: yes. Ultra training: yes. But just a little less insane than last year. Ultras: yes. Marathons: yes. Just not as much as last year. Oh, and mountain ultras. I absolutely love those. The ultras and the mountains.
Plus, I have my own firm now (I do need to spend time on that) and there's some stuff going on (not the kind of stuff you'd like to post on a running blog - I have another blog for that) - so, I plan on spending some time 'soul searching'. No, stop it - not like that. The fun kind of soul searching. The 'there are so many things I enjoy' kind of soul searching.
I did learn of what has been going on in the last couple of months. And I am not the type of girl that feels comfortable staying on a well travelled path. I like the winding and twisting trails that lead you away from the well travelled path. The ones that take you to this secluded spot in the middle of a forest.
I'm exploring my options here, ya know. Some say I have the attention span of a goldfish. Well, I kind of disagree with that. When I find something I enjoy, I usually stick with it. It's the whole 'path well travelled' thing that's the key here. Rebel? Hardly. Unconventional? Probably.
Oh, and my thirtieth birthday is in less than two weeks. Thirtieth. As in '3-0'. You're all invited. That might have something to do with the whole 'soul searching' thing. I don't know.
What I do know?
If you would have asked me ten years ago, what my life would look like at 30, I would have given you the following answer. Without a doubt I would have answered, that I would be working at a huge international law firm, specialized in mergers and acquisitions. Also, I would have married some hot shot work-a-holic after meeting him at University or right after, and would have already given birth to the first one of our four kids. Oh, and of course we would be living in a huge town house. With a chocolate lab running around. Driving an Audi or BMW station wagon. Playing golf with clients. Horseback riding on weekends. Heading over to the Swiss Alps for skiing holidays in winter. Stop laughing. Yes, without a doubt that would have been my answer. And, since most of my friends from high school and university are now leading that exact life, it wasn't too weird of me to believe that. I think. Funny enough - till I'd turned 24 I was actually right on track. That was until I started making decisions mostly from the heart rather than the mind. My twenty yo self was convinced that this was the path to happiness. The path I was supposed to travel. One could say 'a path well travelled'.
But guess what? Here I am. Nearing 30. As single as they come (and quite content being so). A self employed lawyer. Specialized in Estate Law. Runner - I suck at golf. Driving a Subaru (a car that knows the mountains and doesn't mind my dog's muddy paws). Yeah, I do have a dog - a standard poodle. And I do live in a town house, although not huge. One of those historic ones. With beams. Plus, although I have always loved the mountains, I have now given myself the chance to fall truly madly deeply in love with them, and not just visit them for skiing. And yes, I do love to ski. Climbing a mountain and taking in the scenery on top of that mountain was not part of the perfect '20 yo' picture. And guess what? I'm pretty darn happy at the moment. Who knew?
As for the last couple of years - I'm not going to lie. Life has been throwing rocks at me. That love for the mountains comes in handy, though. Mountains come with rocks. Ha! I'm used to stepping over rocks. Climbing over them if I have to. If they prevent me from sticking with the fun winding path I'm following. Just in case, I do plan on signing up for climbing lessons asap, though. Might come in handy for bigger rocks (fingers crossed). Plus, I still have that climbing the Matterhorn thing on my bucket list. Climbing the Matterhorn - also something that wasn't part of the perfect picture.
So, there you have it: The World According to Silly Girl Running. Completely off the path well travelled. Skipping along a twisting, winding, muddy, slippery and 'what the heck' path. You should check out the view here, though: it's pretty darn amazing.
First of all:
Happy happy happy new year to all of you! I hope your 2013 will be as amazing as you hope it will be.
And, you know, all those things you have always wanted to do? You should go do them.
Second of all:
I have instructed the house sitter (house sitters rock!), and am gearing up to go Goofy. The planned race (or actually double race) next weekend. So excited! And really looking forward to meeting all of you.
As for the outfits (yes, Tracy, I do plan on dressing up), I'm going for the mermaid look for one race and the Queen of hearts look for the other one. :)
Are you running in costume? If so, tell me about yours!