tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32703386382831903322024-03-05T04:17:50.345-08:00Running BubbyThe ramblings and musings of a running GrandmaRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-65590495255294531352011-03-25T08:21:00.000-07:002011-03-25T08:24:23.557-07:00Jerusalem Half Marathon - WooHoo!Wew! It's over - and it was most definately a tough one. After having run the Marathon in January, I would have thought nothing could be as hard as that. Well, this year, the Jerusalem race went to a full Marathon, with of course, a Half and a 10K race. Not only that, but they changed the course. I thought the hills were bad last year.... this year I felt like we were running up hill for half the race and down hill for the rest. In fact, I don't even remember if there was any straight away...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I felt in the two weeks leading up to the race that I was not well rested, and my legs simply felt tired and sluggish. Unfortunately, that's how I ran today. From the start I did not feel comfortable with the race. I planned on a 6:00 pace - but couldn't get anywhere near it do to all the hills. In fact, by 7km I knew that I could not pull off a PR, and would be happy just to finish close to my previous time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hard. Simply hard. The climbs seemed endless and it was so difficult to stay motivated. I will admit to walking 3 times, each for about 20 seconds, and I had to stretch my legs at 15km. By the time I came close to the finish, I felt like I did at Tiveria. I was exhausted. Thankfully my hubby came out to run in the last 200 meters with me! Time - 2:18:17 - three minutes slower than last year, oh well!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All in all I'm happy that I ran, and mostly that my family joined in and had such fun. I have another Half Marathon in two weeks, in Tel Aviv, where my son will run his first 10K. Hopefully I'll be more rested.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Running Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-55424712727540546812011-03-22T12:19:00.000-07:002011-03-22T12:19:40.521-07:00Time Flys & A New PuppyMy time flies....<br />
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I haven't been blogging lately, but that doesn't mean I haven't been training... I've just been very busy!<br />
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Actually, this Friday is the Jerusalem Marathon/Half Marathon. I will only be running the Half this time. Remember, only one Marathon every nine months... lol.... at least for now.<br />
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I've been feeling tired and sluggish lately. I'm not sure if it's because we're nearing the end of 'training season' or because the weather is starting to heat up - and that means dehydration, etc. Either way, I'm pushing through the last of my racing training and after this week's Half Marathon - I have one more in Tel Aviv in two weeks.<br />
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These next two races are special because my husband and daughter in law are each doing the 10K race in Jerusalem, and my son will do a 10K race in Tel Aviv. I'm so thrilled that they want to race - I just hope that they continue to run for their health too!<br />
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We've also added a puppy to the family, Penny is her name. She is a yellow lab - the same breed as our current dog Nella. Nella is going into her 13th year, and is pretty old. We wanted her to model a new puppy, and the chance for a pure bred Lab came up, so, now we're into puppy training too. I plan to train Penny to run and train with me. Penny's mother runs almost daily with her owners, and I hope that good running genes will run in the family. Certainly I've got a lot of research to do.<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-78414900046750607402011-02-28T11:28:00.000-08:002011-02-28T11:29:59.628-08:00Speed work really pays off!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>WooHoo! Today I had an amazing run! <br />
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Today's run was a speed workout and I decided to run 800 metre intervals. The course I chose to run had a nice decline for about 4.5 km going out, but coming back, I'd have to climb that same route and I was worried I would be too tired. Well forget that, I had no problems with the return leg - and my time has improved so much, that I'm finally under 6:00/km as an average pace. There were some pretty major hills on the route as well!<br />
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Speed work really pays off - and hey, I think I'll keep it up. I sure like going fast!<br />
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JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-53972739452594265112011-02-24T23:44:00.000-08:002011-02-24T23:44:03.018-08:0011 Years Smoke FreeToday is my 11th anniversary of being smoke free, of quitting smoking. I had smoked for over 25 years and had tried many times, unsucessfully, to quit. The last time, of course worked, and I did it with the support of an online yahoo group called, NoSmoke. It was a wonderful group of people struggling with the demon 'Nic' and we all encouraged each other in our individual journies to be smoke free. They sent me my post from my first anniversary, and I thought I would share it here.<br />
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<em>Barely four hours have past since completing my 365th day smoke free.....yup....I made it....I vividly, vividly remember the day I quit last year. I was so mournful and scared. I was worried that this quit wasn't going to be any different than the other dozen or so I had attempted over my smoking career. I was worried that the only thing I was about to be successful in was my ability to beat myself up, (yet again), over the fact that I failed this time too.</em><br />
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<em>The afternoon was grey and overcast...typical February weather in Toronto....and as I worked towards completing the pack that would be my last, I tried to reach deep inside and find the place where I knew, if I </em><em>really tried hard this time, I could draw on my inner strength and beat this devil once and for all. I was so scared. I warned my husband that this was not going to be pretty, and that I would probably drag him through the pits of emotional upheaval with me. "Are you sure you can handle it?" I truly warned him, maybe as a way to find an "out" of my quit. But he was prepared and was willing to take anything I would do or say, in an effort to help me quit. Who was really the brave one? </em><br />
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<em>Man those early days were so hard. I can easily look back at all the different stages of my quit and remember those moments. There were moments of absolute stark raving lunacy....where I would scream my head off in anger and frustration at an unfair world that made my beloved cigarettes such a health hazard. "Why, why, why do they have to be so bad for me....?" I was despondent because "someone" took away my best friend, and now I had to face the world on my own. But fortunately this time I took on a Jekel and Hyde </em><em>personna, and was able to talk myself back from the edge (so to speak) and stay on track. My husband, bless his soul, often times stood there and waited for the right moment when he could step in and hold me...(he quickly figured out to wait it out a little). He saw a part of me that I would never show anyone....and he never left my side.</em><br />
<em>But too, there are those absolutely wonderful times when I would be overwhelmed with feelings of success and achievement. Just making it through another day was the beginning, but later it was the ability to go out into the public and manage without a craving....or without whinning.....those first times I was able to say, "Wow, I never even thought about a cig," or, "Gee, that guy really stinks from smoke...I'm glad I don't </em><em>smell like that anymore."</em><br />
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<em>As time passed, the episodes of sadness and madness were more and more infrequent. With every aniversary, daily, weekly, monthly, my focus was more often on my success. Was I really doing this? Me? Jenny who used to hide out from the world because she was such a failure (smoker). So I took ownership of my success and used it to prove to myself that I could do this.</em><br />
<em>I started to see a new person developing right before my eyes. And as one watches a child grow and learn the multitude of lessons necessary to move into adulthood, I allowed myself the space to learn about how Jenny was going to manage, and grow into that woman she knew she could be. I put a little note in my dessing room..."Give Jenny a break, she's going through a difficult time". I gave myself the compassion I would never deny anyone else. And it worked. That dreaded stick that I always used to measure myself against was set aside. This was the new Jenny, and she was to be judged favourably.</em><br />
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<em>I know, I know, alot of psycho babble. But I am so certain that it was this ability to look inside myself, to recognize the signs and symptoms of my addction in order to learn the ways to heal myself. I read anything I could </em><em>on the psychological aspects of smoking and it's links to depression and self destructive behaviors. I wanted to be prepared, to know what might happen to me. This year has been a year of personal growth because of this.</em><br />
<em>Not only am I smoke free, but I've learned to understand some of the things that make me who I am. I've learned that I am a wonderfully complex, helpful, empathetic, important, successful, loving wife, mother, daughter, and friend. Smoking masked who I really was (am). Most important to me.....now I am free. I am free from the chains that cigarette smoking wrapped around my life.</em><br />
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<em>This list has also been an integral part of the support system that I have used to become successful. It certainly would have been so much more difficult doing it without this place where I could come and wouldn't be judged, no matter what I did or said. This group is such a safe and accepting place. I thank you all so much for your "ears". Sometimes this list was the ONLY place I could go to and find someone who really understood what I was feeling. So many of my friends know about this group and ask about you often. Sometimes it's almost like a soap opera.....we can be dramatic, can't we.</em><br />
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<em>So now the first year is behind me, and I am so thankful. It used to be that when I was contemplating a painful situation I would compare it to child birth and I would think to myself, "nothing could ever be as painful as giving birth, so (this) can't be so bad". Now, guess what I say. This quit has been analogous to the birth of a new person. As I take the steps into this next year, I will do so as I once did a long time ago. With the strong hands of my friends and family to guide me along and teach me the balance I will need in order to continue to be successful in this quit....and my new life.</em><br />
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<em>Thank you all.</em><br />
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PS - I would like to add that <em>next</em> most difficult thing was my <strong><em>First</em></strong> Marathon!Running Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-51985096329109348702011-02-23T04:23:00.000-08:002011-02-23T04:23:01.153-08:00ReconnectI went for a 16 km run this morning and it was the <em><strong>most.amazing.run.ever! </strong></em><br />
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The weather was beautiful - I was rested - and for once, I was not in a hurry. When I left the house, I decided that I wanted to reconnect to why I loved running - and that meant forgetting about pace and time and all things training. <br />
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Today as I ran, I really opened my eyes and connected to the nature around me. I soaked up the beautiful golden morning as the sun rose, and somehow, even the air seemed cleaner and more refreshing than usual. <br />
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I am in training for a couple of HM's next month, but for at least today, I ran for fun - and reconnected to my inner runner.<br />
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Jenny (still smiling....)Running Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-19615979221494165422011-02-18T04:40:00.000-08:002011-02-18T04:43:14.511-08:00Paying it ForwardCan I boast about something... brag about an accomplishment that while is related to running, it's not about MY running...<br />
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So far, I have encouraged directly, or indirectly, 5 people to start a running/racing program!<br />
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It started with my husband and his need to reduce his blood pressure, and improve both his cholesterol levels. He really does NOT enjoy running, but, um, I think he does not enjoy my disappointed look even more. Not really a runner in the sense that he doesn't anticipate his next run with any measure of joy, just mumbles and grumbles and gripes that sound like... "do I have to?" (Know where I'm going with this?) But bless him - he does like to race! He has already run one 5K this past year, and is now registered for the 10K at the Jerusalem Marathon/Half Marathon next month, and the 10K in Tel Aviv after than. Way to go hubby!<br />
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My daughter in law also became interested and after many weeks of 'learning to run', is also ready to start racing. She is also registered for the 10K in Jerusalem and today we ran our first 10K together! It was a milestone for her as her longest distance yet - and I was so proud of her. She is very excited about running and racing - and I'm so thrilled that I have been the one to bring this change to her life.<br />
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Next, my son. This past week he laced up his new shoes and off he went. Not quite all the 'Mom' advice thrown out the door, but he pretty much was able to launch right into it. Again, registered for a 10K in April. WooHoo!<br />
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My workmate and his wife have also taken the first steps towards a new passion (I hope), and went out for their first runs this past week. <br />
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The Running Bubby Club - what do you think?<br />
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I'm just happy that I am able to pay this great love forward. I hope that everyone will benefit not only from the physical benefits of running - but more important (to me), the emotional side too. While I am a bit too late to make any great records in times or distances, I am, however, not to late to be an advocate for running and show people just how much healthier and happier their lives could be.<br />
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JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-81508949946489026132011-02-11T02:13:00.000-08:002011-02-11T02:13:24.532-08:00Motivation vs Self DisciplineToday I had a long run scheduled of 21 km. Added to the tremendous stress at work these past few weeks, I was stressing more as I couldn't stand the thought of running long alone, again. So I found someone to run with.<br />
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Running today with a partner opened my eyes a little about my recent lack of interest in running that I have been feeling lately. Ariella said that she takes a year off between marathons because she "uses up all her self discipline, and needs to store it up again for the next run." At first it sounded a bit bizarre to me. How can one "use up" self discipline? Isn't it an elemental part of anyone, althete or otherwise, that consistantly, and purposefully sticks to any type of program? <br />
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So I thought about this, and I think what she really meant was motivation. But even if she didn't mean this, it's what resonated with me. While I am a very disciplined person, and training for a marathon pretty much on my own goes to prove this theory, what I do suffer from, from time to time, is lack of motivation. <br />
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Motivation can be defined as: <em>the driving force that initiates and directs behaviour. </em><br />
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Self Discipline can be defined as: <em>Training and control of oneself and for ones conduct, usually for personal benefit.</em><br />
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So for me, the key is that the motivation needs to come before the self discipline. <br />
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In thinking about the past few weeks and how unsatisfied I have been with my runs, I see that I need to find <em>positive motivation</em> for running. I think I need to refocus on what the benefits are of training and running, and see if that can be a bit more inspirational for me. I'm a constant thinker, and I'm sure I'll work this one out.<br />
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JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-28735703140046958022011-02-09T12:20:00.000-08:002011-02-09T12:20:43.091-08:00Thanks Melinda!So proud to be a part of <a href="http://melindahinsonneely.com/">Melinda Hinson Neely's</a> blog and hopefully new book Knocking Down Walls.<br />
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Enjoy the post: <a href="http://melindahinsonneely.com/blog/fitness/jenny-zelcer-fresh-air-freedom-and-the-tiberius-marathon/">http://melindahinsonneely.com/blog/fitness/jenny-zelcer-fresh-air-freedom-and-the-tiberius-marathon/</a><br />
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JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-56810642513993737612011-02-07T06:58:00.000-08:002011-02-07T06:58:44.133-08:00Running on Empty?For the past two weeks my running has been uninspired. It's been difficult and shleppy. I'm really not very motivated to run (but I do anyway), and the <em>magical high</em> that usually hangs around for a few days, just hasn't been happening either.<br />
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I don't know why this blah feeling has come about - maybe some type of post marathon blues? (I could google that I guess).<br />
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I am training for two half marathons, and while the mileage isn't as high as it was for the marathon, I'm also finding that some of these runs are very tiring and draining. AND to top it off, one of my ankles has been feeling weak lately, and I'm worried about an overuse injury....<br />
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What to do, what to do.<br />
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While the rest of the world, or at least much of it, is in rest mode from running due to blizzards or floods, the weather here has been amazing for running. Temps are great, and even the "cold" weather is a blessing and something we'll only dream about come April. You would think this would be an incentive to get in some good runs.... eh, no.<br />
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Today at work I had a pretty frustrating day, and seemed to have a bone to pick with quite a few people. One of my work mates came by my office and said, "seems you need to get out and go for a run." I told him that I had just run 13km that morning! See - that dopey, happy feeling is not lasting.<br />
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Anyway...<br />
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I'm the type of person that will continue to stick with it - and so, I'll keep to my schedule in hopes that that magic will come back.<br />
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As for the weak ankle, maybe a tensor bandage and a few less kilometers until it feels better.<br />
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This weeks plan:<br />
Saturday - 11 km - Recovery<br />
Monday - 13 km - (5km at HM pace)<br />
Wednesday - 16 km - Mid long run<br />
Friday - 21 km - Long run<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-64621939120637673952011-01-28T03:57:00.000-08:002011-01-28T03:59:33.276-08:00Slow Down!Just finished week 2 training for two upcoming Half Marathons: Jerusalem on the 24th of March and Tel Aviv on the 8th of April. I finally had a good running week putting in a total of 52 km this week, ending with today's 17 km long run.<br />
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I have a problem though - I'm running too fast.<br />
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Ever since the Marathon, I've not been able to pace myself properly. I have these tremendous times for my runs - and while I don't feel burned out on the shorter runs, today's long run wiped me out, AND it was just 17 km! This is really frustrating considering all those very long runs of 24,26, 29 & 32 I put in and pretty much felt the same afterwards. <br />
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My runs start out so well - I feel energetic, powerful and fast. My shorter runs are averaging 6:00 or better. When I'm just doing a 10 or 12 km run, well that's okay, but my medium long and long runs need to be done at a much slower pace. My training plan calls for a 6:38 pace for long runs, and I'm averaging 6:10 - 6:15. This is what cost me at the marathon. Other than continually checking my Garmin, I don't know how to pace myself correctly. Ahhh, so frustrating. I want to prevent any type of overuse injury - so I've got to figure this out.<br />
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The weather here has been amazing for running. Cold, cold, cold in the early mornings, perhaps 10 - 15c and no rain. (sorry, that IS cold for Israel). While we desperately need the rain, there just isn't any in sight. Everything is green and coming into full bloom. This abundance of greenery is not seen for very long, and I'm really trying to take in all the beauty of the season before it all turns to brown.<br />
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Next week's running plan:<br />
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11km - strides<br />
11km - 7 x 800's<br />
15km - med long<br />
19 km - long<br />
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I'll try and watch the pace - but any advice out there?<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-2481105484420339752011-01-11T12:56:00.000-08:002011-01-11T12:56:29.709-08:00The Next StepsIt's been 5 days since the Marathon and I'm so itchin to run! Tomorrow I will go out for an easy 8 km, then on Friday an easy 12 km. <br />
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There are a couple of Half Marathons coming up, the Jerusalem HM on March 25th, and the Tel Aviv HM April 8th. These races are my interim goals, and I'm not quite sure how hard I will train for them. The Jerusalem course is new this year because they've added a full marathon, and the Tel Aviv race will be a first for me.<br />
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My goal is to keep running and NOT get injured. I am much happier running than not, and I don't want to risk another lay off like I had last year.<br />
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The fabulous news post marathon is that I seem to have encouraged and motivated several more people to take up running. My daughter in law is working on her walk/run program, my son is ready to start and two other friends have started back on running programs. It feels wonderful to have inspired others to become healthy! WooHoo!<br />
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Looking forward to a nice easy run tomorrow.<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-64481316958499382972011-01-07T04:28:00.000-08:002011-01-07T04:28:57.558-08:00The Marathon ReportWooHoo! In the bag! I have just completed my first marathon, the <a href="http://www.iaa.co.il/index.php?lang=en&site_id=9&uri=/37news">34th Tiberius Marathon</a> - and I couldn't be prouder! Unofficial time: <strong>4:40:15</strong> - of course Garmin had me in at 4:37:43 but we'll wait for the official results.<br />
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The plan was for everyone to leave for Tiveria Wednesday afternoon, and spend a relaxing afternoon and evening at the hotel. Since I booked and arranged full board for all of us, I thought it would be a nice treat for my son and his family. Car problems made the delay staggered, and our car arrived by 5:30 pm (my hubby, mother-in-law & granddaughter), and my son didn't arrive until 9:00 pm. It was a 2 1/2 hour trip and I was excited the entire way.<br />
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I picked up my run kit and quickly checked out the exhibits. I was more interested in getting to my evening meal, as I wanted as much time as possible to digest before the next day! There was a pasta dinner,but I chose not to go to that, instead we had a meal together, in the dining room, and I was still able to carb up on rice & lentils, whole grain bread and egg noodles. I'm NOT into all that loading. I figure if I just eat smartly and enough, I'll be fine. <br />
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Funny thing happened, while sitting in the dining room with my husband and son, suddenly my husband says, "hey that looks like Neimah" (our 3 year old granddaughter). But since that would be ridiculous, her room was on the third floor, and we were in the dining room, how could that be. Sure enough, it was her. Dressed only in an oversized t-shirt, crying. It seems she came out of her room on the third floor and was waundering around. Some man brought her down in the elevator, and deposited her in the front of the dining room to be found by her parents! This story could really only have a happy ending here in Israel, where everyone feels a connection to each other, and really and truly treats each other like family. I shudder to think of what might have happened.... <br />
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Back to the race...<br />
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My family suprised me by all wearing special Running Bubby t-shirts. It was a riot!!<br />
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We lined up to race just before 9:00 am - and I wanted to run with the 4:30 pacer, <em>but there wasn't one!</em> Since I could not possibly do the marathon faster, I knew I had to pace myself. There were only 900 participants, but it was a very lively and electric atmosphere. You could feel the energy coming off all the runners and it was hard not to be affected by the excitment! For the past week I had so much adrenilin running through me, now finally, I could use it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edo and Eli paced with me for much of the first half. Little did I know that I was their pacer!</td></tr>
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My plan was to run a 6:15 pace for the first half, and then see if I could take a few more seconds off after the half. Well, even though I was advised by so many people, and countless bloggers and articles <em>NOT </em>to go out too fast, I still made the big mistake of running my first half too fast. For the first 18 km I was running anywhere from a 5:59 to a 6:15. I just didn't realize how important those few extra seconds per kilometer were and how they really add up. And, to top it off, of course I didn't feel like I was going to fast. I kept looking at my garmin, and slowing down when I saw my pace pick up, but it really was too late.<br />
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By the half, my average pace was 6:26 - not bad and a bit off my desired pace, but the faster kilometers killed me. However, I was okay with it. A 2:16 half was okay. But now, I started to worry that my second half was going to fall off because I was feeling tired. I was taking 1/2 size gels about every 6 kilometers and I decided to walk through the water checks for the rest of the race. By the time I hit 27 km I reached the infamous<em> 'wall'.</em> Oh boy. But I was in that place many times during my training runs, and I knew that if I dug really deep, I could weather the 3 - 4 kilometers that it usually took me to get past it.<br />
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<em>It was very, very difficult</em> - and by 32 km - when I had clocked in at 3:22 - a similar time to my other 32 km long runs, I knew I was in a bad place. I called my husband on my cell phone and cried. <em>"I have 10 km to go and it's just too hard. I know I can do this, but it's just so hard." </em> He gave me lots of encouragement and told me not to give up that I could do it. I hung up the phone and cried for another minute. I will not give up - I promised myself then.<br />
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At this point, my hips started to burn a little, and my legs got so heavy. I felt like I had cement boots on, and every step was like running through mud. Again, I walked through the water stops, and gave myself incredible encouragement to pick it up and run again. However, by 35 km - it was time to <em>disconnect</em>. I couldn't comprehend the continuing pain, but furthermore, it was becoming exhausting battling with myself. My brain kept telling me to just stop. Enough. But as corny as it sounds, there arose a tiny voice inside me that kept pushing me forward. And as each kilometer passed - the voice grew louder and with it - my determination to finish what I had started so many weeks ago. <br />
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By the time I got to the last 5 km of the race, I knew I could finish. Counting down from 5 is not hard to do and I counted every single quarter kilometer. 5 km to go, 4.75 km to go all the way down. My other battle was nausea. I think I had one too many gels and by this point, I thought I was going to upchuck it all. (But there was nothing to throw up anyway!). Plain and simple - pure determination got me to the end. And I can't believe that until the very end, my brain kept telling me to stop!<br />
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I arrived at the finish line in tears. It was such an overwhelming experience - there are almost no words. I don't know which part I was more proud of. Fighting the battle with my inner evil voice to quit - and winning, or over coming all the pain my legs and hips took and finishing. It was truly a culmination of 19 weeks of training and dreaming - and I had done it!<br />
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My family was there to great me with signs of support, and my husband convinced the guards to allow him to jump the barrier to take my picture. Because it is an International Marathon - the security was tight, and they were not allowing too many deviations from security procedures.<br />
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The first thing I wanted was a cold, cold drink and to just sit down!!! I had a pinched muscle in one of my gluts and it took a lot to get it to let go. I picked up my medal and made my congrats to all my other team mates who fininshed before me. A hot bath was on the horizon and I couldn't stop dreaming about it.<br />
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After checking out of the hotel - we had a post run celebratory lunch. All the members of the running club were there, as were many, many other runners. I just didn't have an appetite to eat so much, and so only ate lightly. I was incredibly thirsty, and had an enormous craving for diet coke!! We took this family photo just before leaving.<br />
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I will say that the first words that came out of my mouth upon reaching the finish line were, <em>"I'm never, ever doing that again."</em> But after a couple hours, I was already dreaming about how I'll do much better next time - and be very careful to only run at my recommended pace. I'm not sure if I'll run another marathon between now and next year's Tiberius Marathon - but for now I will bask in the glory and spotlight of being a Marathoner. Being a member of that exclusive group that less that 1/2% of the world's population belongs to. I think that's pretty good for now.<br />
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Thanks for sharing,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-38799512223253742632011-01-05T03:20:00.000-08:002011-01-05T03:20:02.204-08:00We're Off!That's it. Ready or not. We're off to Tiveria! <br />
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Running clothes & shoes - check<br />
Music - check<br />
GU's - check<br />
Jacket for alternate weather - check<br />
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Family: check!<br />
<ul><li>Husband </li>
<li>Mother in Law</li>
<li>Son</li>
<li>Daughter in Law</li>
<li>Granddaughter</li>
<li>Grandson</li>
<li>Grandson</li>
</ul>Check, and check and check.<br />
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I'm about as ready as I'll ever be. Very confident that I will run 42.2 km tomorrow. 4:30 is my goal, and the secret one? Well, we'll talk about that if I achieve that one too!<br />
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Wish me luck!<br />
Running BubbyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-50904875707200151692011-01-04T07:50:00.000-08:002011-01-04T07:50:01.907-08:00JittersOy, the marathon is but two days off and I finally understand my jittery, jumpy condition. Nerves!!!<br />
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Weeks ago, heck last week, I felt so confident about the race - and now, the doubts and what ifs are starting to creep in... <br />
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Shake, shake, shake...<br />
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That was close! Yes, I know I can do this. I need to keep visualizing myself crossing the finish line - hands up in the air - a perfect smile - and it will come true.<br />
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This carb loading stuff is interesting. Kind of like being pregnant and having a craving for bagels and pasta.... Too bad chocolate and popcorn isn't on the menu! Problem for me is that I just don't feel like eating this stuff right now. I'm actually just tired - and more interested in sleeping and resting, as opposed to trying to stuff down one more pretzel or figuring out just what to serve with the rice, again... I usually take a GU every 5 - 7 km, so hopefully with what I have eaten, and the GU's, I'll be fine in the carb department.<br />
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My last 5 km run was this morning - and it was somewhat dragging. It's hard for me to slow down as it just makes me feel less energetic about the entire run. However, thanks God, I did avoid all the pot holes, gravel, rocks and uneven sidewalks. I can tell that I've got a lot in reserves because of this taper, and can't wait to channel it during the marathon.<br />
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Tonight I'm also going for a pre marathon massage. Not TOO intense, just the kinks. (Albeit, an hour and half kink workout!)<br />
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Everyone is psyched. My husband is about as excited as I am - and so supportive! I bought him a GPS two weeks ago, and he is eager to use it to map our route up to Tiberius, and I bought him another gift for being such a sport. I won't mention it yet - as I want to surprise him.<br />
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Randy - this marathon goes out to you for your tremendous support and encouragement the entire way, and for believing in me when I was doubtful!<br />
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More later.<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-79916735705716318112010-12-31T02:31:00.000-08:002010-12-31T02:31:12.309-08:00Ready to Go<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So here we are. A week, no, six days before my first marathon, and I just finished my last 'long' run. While the run wasn't long by the usual standard, only 13 km, it is the longest I will run until next thursday. Then - I will run 42.2 km in Tiberia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Most of us have Garmins, or some similar gps / pacing device, so it's easy to look back and see the progress one makes over the course of time. However, I would hedge a bet that my own memory is better than my Garmin at measuring the progress I've made - especially over the past 19 weeks of training. While I can't give exact paces and times for runs from memory, I do remember exactly how I felt at the start of this training. I remember my first 15 km long run - and can recall with absolute clarity the difficulty both physically and mentally in finishing it. Telling my husband that I don't think I can do this, I'm simply too old - and past my time, and maybe I will never be able to run a marathon.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And then, I remember the weeks that followed, 17 km, then 19 km, then 24 and 29. Finally 32 km. And I did that run four times! Each week I felt a little bit stronger - and with that came the possibility that maybe I wasn't too old, and maybe I could do this after all. And you know what, I think I can run a marathon. Yes, my pace got faster and my stamina and endurance built, but more important than that, my confidence grew. Now I knew I could do it - and that's what the garmin can't measure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Running Bubby - The name really personifies my two most important identities. Even while I was still raising my own children, I dreamt of the day that I would also be a Grandmother - a Bubby. Motherhood has been so satifying to me - and I knew that if I had the drive and energy, Grandmotherhood could be equally, or perhaps, even more rewarding. I was not wrong. Five grandchildren later, I'm still prepared to welcome more!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">At the same time - I have also dreamt of being a Runner. I've pounded away many hours and just as many miles on my treadmill, dreaming about running races, and crossing the finishing line - looking for my families faces in the crowd as they cheer me on. Sure, I've run for 18 years - but I only considered myself a jogger. An exercise enthusiast. But now, I feel like a runner. I am a Runner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I'm at a very happy place right now. And I can say with all honesty that even if for some absolutely, bizarre, strange reason I can not run the Tiberius Marathon next week, I'll be satisfied. I know I can do it. And I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Wish me luck,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Running Bubby</span>Running Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-8724364421459480532010-12-21T12:27:00.000-08:002010-12-21T12:33:36.095-08:00Reaching for the StarsAll the literature says that when training for a marathon, injuries are to be expected along the way. The best injury (if I can say that) would be something minor that you can easily recover from if you catch it quick and treat it right away. <br />
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So it goes that on my Sunday run - I had a tightening feeling in my hip flexor area around 17km, and very wisely decided to end the run there. Believe me, it was hard to end the run 2km short. (I'm not the nut out here, am I?) Monday's run was again cut at 4km because of the same nagging pain in this area. Sooo, with just 2 weeks before the marathon, I've decided to back off my runs, treat the ache with R.I.C.E. and take some AI drugs. I'm proud of myself that I'm not pushing this - even though it's really hard (!!!) not to run my scheduled runs to finish my training, and especially with all this surplus adrenilin screaming through my body, demanding the release that only running brings. <br />
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I will treat this little ache with TLC - and be back to finish my taper in a few more days.<br />
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What I would like to share is portions of an email sent to my running group by the Leader/Organizer of the group. I find his words to be especially encouraging and supportive - and after reading and re-reading his mail, extremely proud of myself for all that I have achieved thus far. Allow me to share:<br />
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<em>"As you read this, we are a mere sixteen days from the 35th Tiberias Marathon and it is an appropriate time for a little reflection. Yes, the marathon is an undeniably incredible experience. For many, it is nothing short of a life altering event where one redefines the scope of the possible in arenas far beyond the athletic. I always envy first-timers the incomparable sense of euphoria as they cross the finish line for the first time. But whether January 6th is your first or your fifteenth marathon, you deserve to revel in what you have already accomplished.</em><br />
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<em>The marathon is not merely a race that will last between three and six hours. It is an odyssey that has demanded of you nearly superhuman dedication for more than a third of a year. You have woken up at ungodly hours to run distances more appropriately traveled by freight trucks, gasped through lung searing interval sessions, dragged yourself out on the road in the heat and the cold while the rest of humanity slouched on the couch and accused you of being an obsessive lunatic.</em><br />
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<em>In so doing, you have transformed yourself into a hero and I am not truly waxing hyperbolic when I say this. Any time someone transcends mediocrity by the sweat of his (or her) brow, that person has done something genuinely heroic. Most of us are simply programmed to do what our peers are doing. You, on the other hand, through sheer determination and tenacity, have become a testament to what a human being can accomplish should he choose to do so. You are now capable of running 42.195 meters, a staggering distance by any measure. And frankly, it does not matter one whit whether you cross that finish line in Tiberias in 2:57 or 5:57, you will have transcended your physical limitations in a way that an infinitesimal portion of the human race will ever do in their lifetime. And while personal records and milestones are worthy goals that should be savored, it would be a serious, perhaps even tragic error to assume that they are more significant than what you have already accomplished over the past eighteen weeks. </em><br />
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<em>On marathon day, naturally, we will all shoot for the stars. We will obsess about pacing, gels, isotonic drinks, negative splits and a plethora of other details that make the marathon as much of a mental challenge as a physical one. But if, by some unhappy stroke of bad luck, the weather turns against us, or you come down with a bit of a cold or you simply don't have your best stuff on that particular morning, know this, truly know it and do not merely console yourself with it: You have already reached the stars."</em><br />
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I hope to maintain this pride until I cross the finish line.<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-67066911127785141852010-12-16T13:07:00.000-08:002010-12-16T13:07:01.264-08:00Final Run LongToday I completed my last long run - 32 km before my marathon next month. It was difficult - mentally and physically. My time was exactly the same as the last long run 3:21:13. Does this mean that this pace of 6:17 is what I could/should run the marathon in? Although I felt so proud of myself for getting through this run, I did feel a little worried that maybe I should slow my pace a bit more for the marathon. Having to add another 10 km onto a run like today's will be extremely hard. I just don't know - I've never done this before.<br />
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The hardest part of these long runs is staying strong mentally. It really is easier when you have someone to help motivate you to keep going, as opposed to having to always be mentally prepared to fight and win every argument with yourself about stopping, or slowing, or whatever. I must be the world's best motivator, or else just really stubborn - because as much as I wanted to stop, or slow down, or whatever, I just didn't.<br />
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Anyway, I'm looking forward to this next three weeks and the gradual taper. Next week still has me at 67 km - and 45 km for the week after. <br />
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Ouch, and my toe? Still not better. I almost feel like it's broken - but that can't be possible. Just a terrible blister that won't heal, cause I can't move it away from the toe next to it that it keeps touching. I am taking the next two days off from running, and I'm going to jimmy a splint that hopefully will allow my poor little toe to start healing. Who would have thought a little toe could cause so much havoc!<br />
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Enjoy the weekend running.<br />
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Best,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-57475397464255929832010-12-11T10:14:00.000-08:002010-12-11T10:17:46.750-08:00New PR - Bet Shean 1/2 MarathonOn Friday we made the long trip up north to Bet Shean to run the Bet Shean 1/2 Marathon. We left very early, 6:30 am and arrived 2 hours later to a beautiful, clear, sunny and quite hot day. The marathon starts from Gan HaShalosha, which is a water park with three beautiful mayonot (springs), and continues through the area under some beautiful low mountains and commercial fish ponds! The course was pretty flat, until about 14.5 km where there is a steady climb through the local small town. Interesting note on the course is that the highway was permanently marked with the distance, which makes me think that this is probably a route run often by local runners and/or bikers. There was over 2,500 participants, and is the premiere 1/2 marathon in Israel. <br />
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My blister had me very worried, but by race time, the adrenilin in me had me all but forgetting about it. I planned to run a 6:00 pace and hoped to take a good amount of time off my last HM, considering this was a flat course and I had that much more training under my belt. <br />
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I went out a little fast, but don't feel like I over did it at all. Much of the first 14 km I ran anywhere from 5:32 to 5:55. I felt like I hit a stride that I was very comfortable with. However, there was not much shade and the heat of the day started to set in. I think 9:30 is a bit late to start and by the half way mark, I was feeling the effects of the heat. At 14.5 km the climb through the local town started, and even though I had a good time through the climb (5:40, 5:55, 5:58) it seemed to sap the life out of me. By 18 km I was already having to convince myself that I was not going to walk - just keep it going and stay focused. By this time my last 3 km were (6:04, 6:13, 6:12) but no way was I slowing down.<br />
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But - woohoo! I set a new PR! <strong>2:04:54</strong> with an average pace of 5:53. Faster than the 6:00 pace I thought I'd run. Everyone that finished with me seemed drained by the heat - and when I came through the gate I was so exhausted. (I think I drank a litre of water within the first 15 minutes!) I was so looking forward to my frozen Gatorade, but darn it if it wasn't still frozen solid! <br />
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All in all, a great time and a thrill to run amoungst so many!<br />
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This coming week I have my last long run (32 km) and then the week after starts my taper. I am getting so excited about the upcoming Marathon - I think my cup runnith over with adrenilin already!<br />
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Have a good one,<br />
JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-57756611821898483652010-12-07T21:14:00.000-08:002010-12-07T21:25:27.733-08:00The Humble Yet Powerful Baby ToeYes, that tiny wee digit at the outside edge of your foot, commonly refered to as the <em>baby</em> toe. <em>Baby</em> toe... <em>baby</em>. <br /><br />Right. Not anymore.<br /><br />That <em>baby</em> toe has put an end to my running for a few days because of a <em>baby</em> toe blister. One that I arrogantly ignored because, well you know, it's just my <em>baby</em> toe, and a bandaid should work. <br /><br />Running in the rain did not help - and my <em>baby</em> toe is now a <strong>BIG</strong> presence in my life.<br /><br />Nothing is working to take the pain away. Blister bandages, taping all the other toe digits together, padding between the toe. Nope, nothing. And I have a half marathon race on Friday.<br /><br />I now have a new respect for this little - ahem, <em>important</em> toe and will give it lots of respect and loving care so that it will heal in time for friday. <br /><br />This is the first training session that I am missing in preparation for my marathon in January, and while I'm sure everything will be fine, it just leaves me a little frustrated. Sounds silly to a non-runner, but I'm sure you all understand.<br /><br />Just call me Hop-a-Long.<br /><br />Best,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-85771317455424869712010-12-06T21:11:00.000-08:002010-12-06T21:28:24.181-08:00Rain!!WooHoo! It rained! Yesterday it finally rained!<br /><br />Living here in the Middle East definately has its pluses. No snow, no snow, and of course, no snow. Now to a born and bred ex-pat Canadian, that adds up. When I left Toronto at the sage old age of 40, I new that I'd lived my fill of cold, slushy, bone chilling cold. (Oh, and don't forget that the sun goes bye bye from November to April!). Israel's promise, amoungst many, is that there will be lots of sun, heat and only the occassional, flukey, rare, brief snow fall that will last minutes. What Israel also promises often, is little rain.<br /><br />Here winter lasts from December to mid-March. Where I live the average daytime temps drop to about 23c - 24c (75f) and in the evenings 10c (50f). No bad - and believe me it can feel pretty cold after you lived here for a while. However, the thing we miss, and need, and pray for, literally during the winter season, is rain.<br /><br />Yesterday I had an easy run of 16km and since I wanted to run it easy, I went with two friends who are just getting back into running. One is super competitive the other pretty laid back. One of them I love to run with, ach, the other I could leave behind. You figure it out. We all commented on how the weather looked pretty stormy, but since there was no forcast of rain for at least another week, we were pretty sure it wouldn't rain.<br /><br />Never say never. Suddenly the skies turned black, the winds picked up and a deluge was dropped. WooHoo! It was so amazing! Three crazy women running on the side of a desert highway in the pouring rain. <em>Oy, is my Garmin waterproof?</em> was my only worried thought. We seemed to be running into the rain clouds which prolonged the rain shower. My competitive friend said, <em>"If it continues to rain I'm stopping and turning around."</em> I said, <em>"If it continues to rain, I'm just going to continue!" </em> Now that's the right attitude, and to run in the rain over here, a blessing!<br /><br />While I don't hope to run in rain too often, I do hope that the rainy winter season is finally here, and we receive the rain that we need to sustain us for the remaining 9 months of the year.<br /><br />Anyone else have great rain stories?<br /><br />Best,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-26319891562612802612010-12-03T03:29:00.000-08:002010-12-03T03:46:25.622-08:00Happy Hannukah<div align="left">WooHoo! I did it again!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Today was my third 32km long run, and I rocked it out with by best time yet of 3:21:13. 5 minutes off the last run, and a full 12 minutes of my first 32 km run! I have one more to go in two weeks, but I don't plan to run too much faster than this. It's so obvious that training really works, especially all those mid-long runs where we learn to build mileage.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We are now celebrating Hannukah. Hannukah is probably one of the best know Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and assimilated Jews) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the customs of elaborate gift giving and decoration. It is ironic because Hannukah has it's roots in a revolution <em>against assimilation</em> and the oppression of the Jewish religion, and yet it has become the most assimilated and secular holiday in the Jewish calendar.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">In our home, we take a less than fancy stance on custom, and celebrate the holiday on a much simpiler level. We light candles, have one small Hannukah party, and give small gifts to our grandchildren. The joy is in being free to celebrate our religion we way we choose, and of course, to be doing it in Israel.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Happy Hannukah - and watch out for those donuts!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Best,</div><div align="left">Jenny</div>Running Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-9274136163537671042010-11-28T03:06:00.000-08:002010-11-28T03:17:40.742-08:00RecoveryToday I ran a 19km Recovery Run. <br /><br />What does that mean, <em>recovery</em>? You mean from the 26 km long run on friday? If so, since when is 19 km a <em>recovery</em> from 26 km? Come on, maybe 9 or 10 or even 13 is a recovery from 26 km...? No?<br /><br />As I was plodding along I wasn't really sure whether I was supposed to run faster or slower than friday's long run. I would assume so, considering I was supposed to be recovering. But I just felt so motivated and able. I still held myself back (6:10 pace) but it was not a lot slower than the 6:17 pace I ran on friday. Maybe someone could enlighten me.<br /><br />This week promises to be a very heavy week of running (85 km) with the next two weeks pretty much the same. I have a half marathon next week and my final long run 32 km the friday after. Then - we start to taper for the marathon on January 6th.<br /><br />It is all very exciting. <br /><br />Best,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-12157833542618569922010-11-23T09:23:00.000-08:002010-11-23T09:36:48.994-08:00Speedy GonzalesToday's run was intervals. 18 km with 4 x 1600 meters and 800 meter recovery jogs. Yikes.<br /><br />I usually do my speed work inside on my treadmill, but my program has ramped up the milage for the next few weeks, and suddenly a 12 km speed workout has turned into a 18 km speed workout. After trying 16 km last week, I knew I couldn't keep it up on the treadmill... so, outdoors I went.<br /><br />I was <em>supposed</em> to run the 1600 meter intervals in 9:09 - but of course, since I have been running much faster than the pace suggested to me in the program - combined with being in the beautiful outdoors, I ran much faster.<br /><br />1st - 8:38<br />2nd - 8:31<br />3rd - 8:42<br />4th - 9:07<br /><br />I know one should strive for negative splits, but the speed and length of the interval got the better of me. (In addition to those darn headwinds that come through the valley I was running in.)<br /><br />I was working overtime trying to convince myself to knock off at mile 15, then 16, then 17. Bully for me that I hung on and completed the entire 18km. Amazing what a feeling of achievement one gets after such a run!<br /><br />Tomorrow is supposed to be an 18km mid long run, but I think I'm going to scale back to 15km. I am running with a friend who is trying to get back into it, and it's going to be a much slooower pace because of that. So, I'll reap a little of that and relax.<br /><br />I've got to learn how to stick to a more managable pace on the intervals.... any suggestions?<br /><br />Best,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-40826955144241560762010-11-19T00:30:00.000-08:002010-11-19T00:52:59.931-08:00Mind over MatterToday I ran a 32 km long run - only the second time I have gone this distance. (3:26:02)<br /><br />The last time I ran this distance it was so difficult, and I remember crying at the end because of that difficulty and the fear, I guess that I wouldn't be able to run a marathon.<br /><br />Thanks, God. Today's run was so much better. Besides the fact that I improved on pace from 6:39 down to 6:26, I actually felt like I could have gone further - and this time instead of crying when my husband picked me up, I was actually boogeying down to a great tune. Not only did I have a big smile on my face, but so did my husband, who is in this thing for the long haul, and always worries that I'm pushing too hard.<br /><br />This past week was a bit of a challenge on almost every run. While not challenging physically, the mental game that we runners play was tough to get through. My mind kept telling me to just quit, you've run enough, you don't need to prove anything... and on, and on. I almost had to step out of myself, so to speak, in order to see this other person that was trying to sabatogue my running goals. I talked to myself a lot - out loud - in a effort, a winning effort, to quiet that negative voice that was trying to make me quit, and ultimately, see myself as a quitter. Not going to happen.<br /><br />This is one of the things that I so love about running. It's a place where I can square off with my negative inner voice, and triumph. I must admit that I tend to be a glass is half empty kind of person. But running, helps me to switch points of view, and be that half full type of person. I guess being successful at running helps me make that switch. As such, running is the time that I like to have all my life's conversations with myself. It's a time and place that I feel strong.<br /><br />So it was a good running week - mentally and physically.<br /><br />Best,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270338638283190332.post-49274046021117131242010-11-14T08:19:00.000-08:002010-11-14T08:52:45.865-08:00Al Derech Burma 5K RaceWooHoo! This past Friday I ran my first official 5k Race. It was a trail race, and I placed 2nd in my age division (40+ although I'm 49) with a time of 29:34.<br /><br />It was a very hot day, 30c and the race was run at high noon - talk about hot! The course was advertised as relatively flat, but believe me, there were more hills in the course than there should have been in such a short race. The first half I ran in 13:13 and really should have had a better finishing time, but the heat and hills just got to me. (I guess I was also a bit tired from the 14 k I ran in the morning as part of my marathon training.)<br /><br />Because is was a family run, there were many, many children and they were like ants scampering in front of all the runners. They haven't learned the finer rules of racing, and as such, they kept crossing in front of everyone, at odd intervals which made it hard to figure out where to step next.<br /><br />My husband also ran his first 5k and he placed 17th in the same age division. I am very proud of him, as you know, he's really not that fond of running. My family came to the run to watch Bubby & Zaidy run, and it was great fun having them there to cheer us on.<br /><br /><br /><br />This is my son & family<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY1UCJdmXcgxJb2V9Ta8IvQXbgEThqYl8hKRpwGuI5BJiH6b04pjE6DyX0XCTIyiaxmKklhi110XushYXdH_DWmc0g64ihOu3TAwYtocx6AK3f56vvLm4uWMQ4bG2uEPjTkMA2HmVT2Nf/s1600/DSCN6230.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539446289414815634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY1UCJdmXcgxJb2V9Ta8IvQXbgEThqYl8hKRpwGuI5BJiH6b04pjE6DyX0XCTIyiaxmKklhi110XushYXdH_DWmc0g64ihOu3TAwYtocx6AK3f56vvLm4uWMQ4bG2uEPjTkMA2HmVT2Nf/s320/DSCN6230.JPG" /></a><br />Hubby and I post race.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVerhUmTD-cP5lf-C9I5O7u44D3cVPGYFgDL9hCaZqfJSK29Mj3e6WYnQaUutHoM2ZT3m2L1QDOUMn1gvsL5c8IGee4V1O6XOQEl2dvPxNGYHKTzmuNC8RVQpKQeHMJC1BKLP25v1G8WO/s1600/Me_Hubby.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539446287686227410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVerhUmTD-cP5lf-C9I5O7u44D3cVPGYFgDL9hCaZqfJSK29Mj3e6WYnQaUutHoM2ZT3m2L1QDOUMn1gvsL5c8IGee4V1O6XOQEl2dvPxNGYHKTzmuNC8RVQpKQeHMJC1BKLP25v1G8WO/s320/Me_Hubby.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br />All in all it was a great day and a fun race!<br /><br />This weeks Marathon training has me scheduled for:<br /><br />16km (13km tempo)<br />14 km easy<br />32 km long<br />14km recovery<br /><br />I need to psyche myself up for the long run. It is starting to get a bit challenging mentally.<br /><br />Best to all,<br />JennyRunning Bubbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18152005938283271331noreply@blogger.com1