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This Trip Report is going to focus on running and, in particular, running the Disney marathon. It will be posted in two parts:
Part 1: Background and Training
Part 2: The 2010 WDW Full-Marathon
When I decided to sign-up for the full-marathon last August (this after I sulked for a couple of months because registration for the half-marathon was full) I searched and searched the internet for all of the information that I could find on the full-marathon. I couldn't find much and what I did find never seemed to be enough. I was desperately seeking as many marathon experience reports as I could, worried about what my own experience would be.
If you've ever considered being involved in Disney's marathon week-end but don't run regularly, or at all, at this point in time; I highly recommend that you sign-up for the half-marathon before registration fills up in (what?) a couple of months. The half-marathon books fast. Now, if you want the challenge of the full marathon, have a determined and (extremely) stubborn personality (like me!), willing to be extremely strict with a training schedule and are prepared to walk the course should anything happen, then here is my story to give you an idea of what your life might be like for 5 - 6 months leading up to the big day.
The time: August 2006 - August 2009
The place: Various locations in the state of Texas
I developed the grand idea of running Disney's half-marathon from reading a small half-marathon TR buried in a fellow DISer's larger Trip Report. I have never been a runner. Ever. I was overweight most of my life and, in fact, just lost the weight about three years ago. In school, I was always the last person picked for various sports activities. I simply didn't look athletic, which I wasn't, and no one ever wanted me on their team. (And since I wasn't athletic, I really didn't want to be on their team.
Darn those Phys Ed requirements!)
After I finally got the bulk of my weight off, I developed a somewhat consistent exercise program. OK, I confess: my exercise program goes in spurts: There are periods of time when I'm gung-ho and work hard at the gym several times per week and then there are periods of time when I'm at home, sitting on my lazy butt, and forgetting that a gym exists until I can no longer zip up my pants. It is then that I remember the 'G' word: Gym.
A couple of years ago I did the C25k program. I started the program running outdoors but wound up on the treadmill in the later weeks. The treadmill running didn't last for long and I never reached the 9th (and final) week.
Fast forward a year: I still worked out (somewhat) consistently at the gym and I'd built up enough cardio endurance to run 3 -4 miles on the treadmill. That would be, 3-4 miles on a flat (0% incline) treadmill at about a 11 mpm pace. There is a difference in running on a treadmill and running outdoors.
The time: August 2009
The place: Various computers in various locations in the state of Texas
Information about the full-marathon began demanding my attention. I was very disappointed that I would have to wait until 2011 to run the half-marathon and everywhere I turned, on message boards (and this was before I discovered the W.I.S.H. board on the DIS) to e-mails from Disney, the fact that the Disney full-marathon was still open to registration would grab my attention. It nagged at me ... I couldn't stop thinking about how I really wanted to go to the 2010 Disney Marathon Week-end now that the bug had bitten.
I finally caved. I waited a full 24 hours after making my decision before I actually signed-up and forked over the money. I laid out all of the pros and cons for training and running a full-marathon when I wasn't currently a consistent runner. I finally convinced myself to go for it after acknowledging the following points:
1) I was still far enough out to develop a 3 mile base run before going into a full-marathon training program
2) I'm a walker by nature. I literally can walk for hours and at a quick pace. It's meditation for me. Worst case scenario: I'd walk the entire 26.2 miles.
So, now convinced, I signed-up. I paid the race money. I booked the hotel. I purchased the airfare. I just spent over $1,000.00 and there is no way that I'm backing out now! Financial commitment is great motivation!
The time: August - November 2009
The place: my training park in Texas
I went to www.marathonrookie.com and printed off their 16 week marathon training program... oh! but I'm further out than 16 weeks. I'm a little over 21 weeks out. Onward to the C25k podcasts. I download the last four podcasts (weeks 5 - 9) and picked up in week 5 to train myself to run outdoors. Off I go to the running store and am fitted for proper shoes. (...hold on! there's special clothing to run in?? oh well, that'll have to wait. I don't currently have an extra 30 bucks to spend on a special t-shirt that looks like a normal cotton t-shirt. real cotton t-shirts will work for now. who knew that running is so darn expensive?!?) I find a nice park, complete with duck ponds, and a 2 mile running trail. I'm set!
Remember, this is Texas. It's 100 degrees outside. (and I'm in the real cotton t-shirts; not the wicking t-shirts that look like cotton!) My Saturday morning "long" runs (.. yeah, not much "long" to long back then!) I could do in early morning but it was still quite warm. My week-day runs were after work around 6:00 pm. It would still be at or around 100 degrees in temp that late in the day.
I'm training for Florida. Florida's hot
lmao
, I'd console myself to get out there and do it. At that stage of my training it would be more walking than running, so it wasn't too bad for me. I never finished week 8 of the C25k program - I was already running 3 miles, easily, by that point. I felt great! I finally began to believe that I could do this. I reached the 16th week of the 16-week marathon training program and felt both nervousness and elation that I was now moving into the actual training program. This meant that each Saturday's "long" run would increase in miles. I felt good at three miles, I looked forward to 4 miles ... but what about 5 miles? ... or 6 miles?.... and oh-my-gosh! It doesn't seem all that long until I'm scheduled to run 16 miles! Can I do it?
Yes, minor freak-out did occur but I'm stubborn. I plowed on, determined to accomplish this. Here's another thing: I did this entire training solo. Last Tuesday night, flying home from MCO, I argued with another marathon runner on my flight. (And I suspect that she's a DISer, but I didn't ask.
) She kept insisting that it's "more fun" to run with others. That I should run with others. Yada, yada, yada. From what I hear, most people do prefer to run with others. That's great. But, it's not for me. I trained solo and I was happy with training solo. I was able to hold myself accountable to get out there and get my run in. My biggest fear: Lining up at the Start Line last Sunday morning with 26.2 miles looming before me and being seriously under trained. That thought alone kept me going out, four times/week, to do my next run.
The weeks flew. October came and with it came the "flood of 2009". (You wont find news headlines ... that's just my own assessment of the month) Almost the entire month was nothing but rain, forcing me to the gym and the treadmill many times for my run. By this point, I had learned that if you're going to run on the treadmill, set it at a 2% incline. Also, I had learned that my running pace was much faster than my previous futile running attempts had been on the treadmill. Running outdoors, I started off with a 9'10 mpm pace but as I reached the double digits, I dropped down to an avg 9'3 mpm pace and stayed between a 9'3 - 9'5 mpm pace (depending upon how I was feeling in my run that particular day) as my miles continued to climb. By this point in time, my lower miles were picking up to the 8-something mpm pace (I discovered this by accident on a short-run that I didn't check my pace on until after I stopped running. I was curious as to why I was so exhausted!) and I had to teach myself how to start out slower and pace myself so that I wouldn't burn-out a few miles into my run but could stay consistent into double-digit runs.
One thing that I learned during the month of October: I hate treadmills. Hate them. Hate them. Hate them. I won't run on treadmills anymore. Seriously. I've developed the running bug and have had some runner's highs from running outdoors. I don't notice the passing of time when I run outdoors. I can relax and enjoy the breeze in my face (ok: sometimes it's a gusting wind or the pelting rain!). But time ceases to exist for me when I'm running outdoors. Time on a treadmill, however, ... let's just put it this way: there are no happy thoughts while I'm on a treadmill. In fact, I often feel as if I'm being tortured.
I'll never forget this one run: I was beyond sick of the treadmill. A storm was scheduled to move into the area late that afternoon. I had a 4 mile run scheduled and I decided to go to my park instead of the gym to see if I could fit in the run before the rain moved in. It was very humid so I took a water bottle with me (In my training runs, I don't carry water on me for any runs under 6 miles. That will probably change during the Texas summer this summer as I'll fully be running in it. But for the cooler months, the previous statement stands). The thing was, I didn't have a sports bottle with me and running with a screw on cap water bottle was ... interesting. Especially when you lose said cap the first time you remove it and have water splashing all over you for the remainder of your run.
The sun was still out when I parked but in the distance the sky was nothing but black and I could hear the BOOM! BOOM! of thunder as I started with a quick warm-up walk. Worried that I wouldn't make the full 4 miles (and I didn't) I took off, not caring about my pace. Needless to say; I was already burning out 1 mile in - NO idea how fast I was moving. I just wanted to get the last 3 miles in quickly. I was moving and so was the storm. The sun was gone, the thunder louder and at one point I was running along the edge of the storm system: It was hot, then freezing cold, hot, cold hot, cold... I kept running. I think that I was nearing 3 miles when the tornado sirens began to blare and the sprinkles of rain started. Redirecting my route, I cut across grass, making a desperate dash toward my parked car. The water bottle was still in my hand as I neared an open trash can. Without slowing my pace, I attempted to pour out the rest of the water onto the grass before throwing the still half-full bottle into the trash. I felt a bit guilty that I hadn't been able to empty all of the water.... yes, it took several seconds to click that the trash can was about to be full of rain water and who cared that a half-full water bottle was tucked inside? Hey, I was trying to run here! There wasn't time for logical thinking!
As I reached my car, I hit my locks on the remote, threw open the door, jumped inside and slammed the door shut just as the sky opened and the rain poured. I burst into laughter.... then I had to drive home in torrential rain and couldn't see the road in front of me for anything!
As my runs continued, I began to learn more and more about running and each run was a different experience. Not to sound like a total cheese here; but I began looking at my training in a new light: I was collecting memories. This was really turning into more than just January 10, 2010 - this was an entire new experience in my life. In October I took a New England cruise, but I didn't stop with my training. I had a 9 mile run scheduled that week. We were docked off the coast of Portland, Maine and the temp was 34 degrees outside. I was on the top deck of the cruise ship running to get my 9 miles in. I believe that it was 6 laps that = 1 mile on the running deck. Remember, I didn't run when I was a kid so I never ran track in high school, needless to say; not college either! I learned the hard way that when running on a track, you need to switch directions every so often. A pulled calf muscle later, I figured that out on my own. I did complete my 9 miles and fortunately cruise ships have spas. One massage later, I had the muscle pretty much worked out.
The Time: November 2009
I signed up for a 1/2 marathon to be held on November 1, 2009. I managed to work it into my training schedule and this was my very first race. While it wasn't Disney, it was a huge learning experience for me so I will share. There were about 3-4,000 runners in this race. Since I knew that a huge rookie mistake was to start out fast, caught up in the excitement, and burn out quickly; I decided to tag along with a pace group that was a few seconds slower than my normal pace. I found them in the start line-up and joined. We were off! I was happy as I experienced my first time to run over a chip mat and going into mile 4, I felt great! As this was a slightly slower pace than I was accustomed to, I wasn't even breathing hard. I barely felt as if I were running. Sadly, and despite trying to be as prepared as possible for my first race, I still made a HUGE rookie mistake, and one that could have easily sent me to the hospital in an ambulance:
When we began hitting the water stations, the pace leader would begin yelling: "Get some water! Get PowerAid! It's going to be hot! Hydrate! Hydrate!" and full cups of water would be shoved out at me. I was overwhelmed and despite the fact that I didn't drink this often or this much in my training, I'd grab a full cup of water and attempt to chug it all down during the few seconds we were in the water station.
My rookie mistake: I didn't follow my training. Going into mile 5 (after 2 - 3 water stations of doing this) I'd over hydrated. You hear discussions about dehydration all of the time, but you don't hear much about taking too much and it's just as dangerous. I was bloated, I felt sick, I'd washed out all of my electrolytes and I was beyond miserable. At first I attempted to keep up with the pace group but then I stopped off at a port a potty. The stop didn't help at all. I attempted to run again, but couldn't. I moved off to the far right and struggled to walk. Another runner saw me and stopped, concerned that I was about to pass out. She began to walk with me. It was time for me to take a couple more Cliff Shot blocks (those are my fueling of choice. I love them! My favorite is the Cran-Breeze and I also used the Margarita (b/c of the salt) during the Disney Marathon)
Getting that into my system, I felt a little better and when the woman who'd been walking with me wanted to run some more, I began running with her. I think she was at a 10 mpm pace. We ran for about 3 miles but going into (I think) mile 9 I decided to take some more water. This time it was just a sip - I finally caught on that you just drink what you need and toss the rest - but it was one sip too many. It sent me over the edge and I had to begin walking again. The pace group that she wanted to finish the race with (she'd been ahead of them) passed us and I sent her on.
At one point I had to stop and stand where I was. I physically couldn't move without hurting. I was so miserable. One more port a potty stop and a few more Cliff Shot Blocks later, I finally began feeling somewhat normal going into (I think..it's been too long now!)mile 12. Mentally, I couldn't run anymore. I was done with running. So, I walked. However, the last 1/4 to 1/2 of the marathon, I found the strength to pick it back up to a run and crossed the finish line at a run. I came in under 2 1/2 hours and still beat in the last pace team out there. I was happy that I completed the race in that condition but I was disappointed in myself for making such a rookie mistake - and one that I could have ended up in the hospital over!
#1 Rule for a race: Trust your training. Follow your training. I mean, that's what it's for.
The Time: December 2009
The Place: New Training Park/Old Training Park
I ran the Dallas 2009 8 mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day. I think that it was about 38,000 people that ran that day. It gave me more race experience and also a chipped time to turn in at Disney's EXPO that was a better reflection of my true running time capabilities. Obviously, the 1/2 marathon I ran wasn't a good reflection.
I moved to a different city over Thanksgiving week-end and decided that I needed to find a new training location. I discovered another area that made just over a 2 mile loop. I had only walked it once to check it out before I went to do my 17 mile run. It was a cold day, upper 30's - low 40's and rainy. I began my run only to discover that around 85-90% of it was at a gradual incline! I didn't notice the one time I walked it but running it, I really began to feel it a few miles in. There were also a couple of areas that had a somewhat steep hill. Going up wasn't a problem, it was actually nice to take the stress off of my legs and use my glutes instead. It was going down them that continued to put stress on my already stressed-out legs.
I was supposed to have stopped at mile 17. The thing was: The loop was really more a 2.3 mile loop rather than a 2.0 mile loop. I was backing up my counting as it was easier to think: 2, 4, 6 rather than 2.3, 4.6, ect... I was finishing what would be my last loop and since I didn't really think about how those .3's would start adding up fast on a double digit run, I was really around mile 18.3 instead of 16 when my left IT band flared up and screamed ENOUGH! The almost constant gradual incline put too much stress on my lower body, a lower body that wasn't accustomed to handling constant incline and to run that many miles on that terrain...
Now, this was my left leg; a leg that I hadn't had any complications with during any of my previous runs. My right leg, I'd had some aches and pains and I was a bit concerned about developing a major injury in it. But my left leg, I wasn't overly concerned about it right then since I hadn't been having problems with it. However, I'd been running for 3 solid hours at that point, it was very cold, it was now raining, I was still 1 mile away from my car and could no longer run on this leg. I did what any exhausted, frustrated, hurting female standing in the rain and not allowed to finish her scheduled run would do:
I burst into tears.
Another woman was walking past me, in the opposite direction. She passed and then stopped and turned back.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine!" I managed between sobs and then I turned and had the longest 1 mile walk back to my car that I've ever had in my life.
So, sadly, that wasn't the last that I heard from Mr. IT band. I wound up taking that entire week off from running. It killed me! This was the first time that I was missing runs and it wasn't just because of my injury, I became sick with fever, ect... that week and my doctor yelled at me when I mentioned the word "run". I'm serious, she did. We argued and argued. She won. I went to her hoping for some miracle pill/shot/whatever to make me 100% well within 12-24 hours and she gave me nothing except orders to go home, miss work, and get well.
My boss at work has ran a few marathons, but primarily sticks to 1/2 marathons now, and has mentored several other marathon runners. She was all for me taking the week off. I was quite bitter about it. I had a training schedule that I was desperate to stick to. But I took that week off. My IT band stopped hurting within 48 hours after that 18.3 mile run and I prayed that it was healed.
It wasn't. By the time that I was able to run again, I discovered that I would now have problems leading up to the actual race day. My leg would begin causing me grief usually around mile 3 1/2 - 4. I could run on it for awhile with it hurting but eventually the inflammation would become so great that it would lock up my knee, leaving me with only sharp pain and no mobility to where I was forced to stop running.
I switched back to my old training park, despite the drive, to finish out my long runs. On my 20 mile run I was able to run 17 before my knee locked up and I had to switch to power walking for the remaining three. By this time, I accepted that fact that I would not be able to run all 26.2 miles of this marathon (there's always 2011!!) and I hoped that I'd get in 17-20 miles of running before I had to switch to walking.
I completed my 20 miles that day and stopped off at the running store to grab some last minute stuff and chat with the staff. They were amazed that I just completed 20 miles. They stated that most people would be heading to an ice bath now. Nope, not me. With the exception of my hurting IT-band, I felt great!
As I mentioned earlier, I take Cliff Shot Blocks for my fueling. At my pace, I take two blocks (there's 6 to a pack) at following miles: 4,7,10,13,16,19, 22, 24 (<--24 is iffy since it's so close to the end. I didn't take any at that mile during the marathon) I love these! They're like candy to me! I take them with water only. During my half-marathon and during the Disney full; I never took power-aid and I also didn't take real food. Disney did have some food stations on the course but since I don't take real food during training (and you're supposed to stick to your training during a race) I ignored the bananas and chocolate candy and stuck with my Cliff Shot Blocks instead.
So far, I've fueled properly and have shown no signs of hitting "the wall". I know that I can do 8 miles without Cliff Blocks but any more milage than that, I'll take some with me and start taking at mile 4.
Another thing: I didn't train with music. When I was finishing up the C25k, I had my ipod as it was a podcast. As soon as I stopped with the podcasts, the ipod stayed at home. Most races discourage - or even flat-out prohibit - the use of music during a race. It's for safety reasons: if you have music blaring in your ears you can't hear any important announcements or other runners coming up behind you that need to pass.
So, I trained without and despite being a huge music lover, I didn't miss it at all. I'm often able to relax in my run and let my mind wonder. It's nice and often very peaceful.
Also note: You will have to invest in running clothes: wicking t-shirts are now my primary wardrobe.
If you do races, you'll begin to collect tech shirts. Running gear is $$$ And you'll probably go through around 3 pairs of running shoes during the course of a full-marathon training program.
Also remember: Body Glide is your friend!
Experienced runners on this message board know all of the above, but when I first had the brilliant idea to do the Disney marathon - I knew nothing. This post is for all of you playing around with the idea of doing the 2011 (either half or full) but have no idea where to start with training.
Up next: January 10, 2010 AKA: The Walt Disney World 2010 Marathon
Part 1: Background and Training
Part 2: The 2010 WDW Full-Marathon
When I decided to sign-up for the full-marathon last August (this after I sulked for a couple of months because registration for the half-marathon was full) I searched and searched the internet for all of the information that I could find on the full-marathon. I couldn't find much and what I did find never seemed to be enough. I was desperately seeking as many marathon experience reports as I could, worried about what my own experience would be.
If you've ever considered being involved in Disney's marathon week-end but don't run regularly, or at all, at this point in time; I highly recommend that you sign-up for the half-marathon before registration fills up in (what?) a couple of months. The half-marathon books fast. Now, if you want the challenge of the full marathon, have a determined and (extremely) stubborn personality (like me!), willing to be extremely strict with a training schedule and are prepared to walk the course should anything happen, then here is my story to give you an idea of what your life might be like for 5 - 6 months leading up to the big day.
The time: August 2006 - August 2009
The place: Various locations in the state of Texas
I developed the grand idea of running Disney's half-marathon from reading a small half-marathon TR buried in a fellow DISer's larger Trip Report. I have never been a runner. Ever. I was overweight most of my life and, in fact, just lost the weight about three years ago. In school, I was always the last person picked for various sports activities. I simply didn't look athletic, which I wasn't, and no one ever wanted me on their team. (And since I wasn't athletic, I really didn't want to be on their team.

After I finally got the bulk of my weight off, I developed a somewhat consistent exercise program. OK, I confess: my exercise program goes in spurts: There are periods of time when I'm gung-ho and work hard at the gym several times per week and then there are periods of time when I'm at home, sitting on my lazy butt, and forgetting that a gym exists until I can no longer zip up my pants. It is then that I remember the 'G' word: Gym.
A couple of years ago I did the C25k program. I started the program running outdoors but wound up on the treadmill in the later weeks. The treadmill running didn't last for long and I never reached the 9th (and final) week.
Fast forward a year: I still worked out (somewhat) consistently at the gym and I'd built up enough cardio endurance to run 3 -4 miles on the treadmill. That would be, 3-4 miles on a flat (0% incline) treadmill at about a 11 mpm pace. There is a difference in running on a treadmill and running outdoors.
The time: August 2009
The place: Various computers in various locations in the state of Texas
Information about the full-marathon began demanding my attention. I was very disappointed that I would have to wait until 2011 to run the half-marathon and everywhere I turned, on message boards (and this was before I discovered the W.I.S.H. board on the DIS) to e-mails from Disney, the fact that the Disney full-marathon was still open to registration would grab my attention. It nagged at me ... I couldn't stop thinking about how I really wanted to go to the 2010 Disney Marathon Week-end now that the bug had bitten.
I finally caved. I waited a full 24 hours after making my decision before I actually signed-up and forked over the money. I laid out all of the pros and cons for training and running a full-marathon when I wasn't currently a consistent runner. I finally convinced myself to go for it after acknowledging the following points:
1) I was still far enough out to develop a 3 mile base run before going into a full-marathon training program
2) I'm a walker by nature. I literally can walk for hours and at a quick pace. It's meditation for me. Worst case scenario: I'd walk the entire 26.2 miles.
So, now convinced, I signed-up. I paid the race money. I booked the hotel. I purchased the airfare. I just spent over $1,000.00 and there is no way that I'm backing out now! Financial commitment is great motivation!
The time: August - November 2009
The place: my training park in Texas
I went to www.marathonrookie.com and printed off their 16 week marathon training program... oh! but I'm further out than 16 weeks. I'm a little over 21 weeks out. Onward to the C25k podcasts. I download the last four podcasts (weeks 5 - 9) and picked up in week 5 to train myself to run outdoors. Off I go to the running store and am fitted for proper shoes. (...hold on! there's special clothing to run in?? oh well, that'll have to wait. I don't currently have an extra 30 bucks to spend on a special t-shirt that looks like a normal cotton t-shirt. real cotton t-shirts will work for now. who knew that running is so darn expensive?!?) I find a nice park, complete with duck ponds, and a 2 mile running trail. I'm set!
Remember, this is Texas. It's 100 degrees outside. (and I'm in the real cotton t-shirts; not the wicking t-shirts that look like cotton!) My Saturday morning "long" runs (.. yeah, not much "long" to long back then!) I could do in early morning but it was still quite warm. My week-day runs were after work around 6:00 pm. It would still be at or around 100 degrees in temp that late in the day.
I'm training for Florida. Florida's hot


Yes, minor freak-out did occur but I'm stubborn. I plowed on, determined to accomplish this. Here's another thing: I did this entire training solo. Last Tuesday night, flying home from MCO, I argued with another marathon runner on my flight. (And I suspect that she's a DISer, but I didn't ask.

The weeks flew. October came and with it came the "flood of 2009". (You wont find news headlines ... that's just my own assessment of the month) Almost the entire month was nothing but rain, forcing me to the gym and the treadmill many times for my run. By this point, I had learned that if you're going to run on the treadmill, set it at a 2% incline. Also, I had learned that my running pace was much faster than my previous futile running attempts had been on the treadmill. Running outdoors, I started off with a 9'10 mpm pace but as I reached the double digits, I dropped down to an avg 9'3 mpm pace and stayed between a 9'3 - 9'5 mpm pace (depending upon how I was feeling in my run that particular day) as my miles continued to climb. By this point in time, my lower miles were picking up to the 8-something mpm pace (I discovered this by accident on a short-run that I didn't check my pace on until after I stopped running. I was curious as to why I was so exhausted!) and I had to teach myself how to start out slower and pace myself so that I wouldn't burn-out a few miles into my run but could stay consistent into double-digit runs.
One thing that I learned during the month of October: I hate treadmills. Hate them. Hate them. Hate them. I won't run on treadmills anymore. Seriously. I've developed the running bug and have had some runner's highs from running outdoors. I don't notice the passing of time when I run outdoors. I can relax and enjoy the breeze in my face (ok: sometimes it's a gusting wind or the pelting rain!). But time ceases to exist for me when I'm running outdoors. Time on a treadmill, however, ... let's just put it this way: there are no happy thoughts while I'm on a treadmill. In fact, I often feel as if I'm being tortured.
I'll never forget this one run: I was beyond sick of the treadmill. A storm was scheduled to move into the area late that afternoon. I had a 4 mile run scheduled and I decided to go to my park instead of the gym to see if I could fit in the run before the rain moved in. It was very humid so I took a water bottle with me (In my training runs, I don't carry water on me for any runs under 6 miles. That will probably change during the Texas summer this summer as I'll fully be running in it. But for the cooler months, the previous statement stands). The thing was, I didn't have a sports bottle with me and running with a screw on cap water bottle was ... interesting. Especially when you lose said cap the first time you remove it and have water splashing all over you for the remainder of your run.
The sun was still out when I parked but in the distance the sky was nothing but black and I could hear the BOOM! BOOM! of thunder as I started with a quick warm-up walk. Worried that I wouldn't make the full 4 miles (and I didn't) I took off, not caring about my pace. Needless to say; I was already burning out 1 mile in - NO idea how fast I was moving. I just wanted to get the last 3 miles in quickly. I was moving and so was the storm. The sun was gone, the thunder louder and at one point I was running along the edge of the storm system: It was hot, then freezing cold, hot, cold hot, cold... I kept running. I think that I was nearing 3 miles when the tornado sirens began to blare and the sprinkles of rain started. Redirecting my route, I cut across grass, making a desperate dash toward my parked car. The water bottle was still in my hand as I neared an open trash can. Without slowing my pace, I attempted to pour out the rest of the water onto the grass before throwing the still half-full bottle into the trash. I felt a bit guilty that I hadn't been able to empty all of the water.... yes, it took several seconds to click that the trash can was about to be full of rain water and who cared that a half-full water bottle was tucked inside? Hey, I was trying to run here! There wasn't time for logical thinking!
As I reached my car, I hit my locks on the remote, threw open the door, jumped inside and slammed the door shut just as the sky opened and the rain poured. I burst into laughter.... then I had to drive home in torrential rain and couldn't see the road in front of me for anything!
As my runs continued, I began to learn more and more about running and each run was a different experience. Not to sound like a total cheese here; but I began looking at my training in a new light: I was collecting memories. This was really turning into more than just January 10, 2010 - this was an entire new experience in my life. In October I took a New England cruise, but I didn't stop with my training. I had a 9 mile run scheduled that week. We were docked off the coast of Portland, Maine and the temp was 34 degrees outside. I was on the top deck of the cruise ship running to get my 9 miles in. I believe that it was 6 laps that = 1 mile on the running deck. Remember, I didn't run when I was a kid so I never ran track in high school, needless to say; not college either! I learned the hard way that when running on a track, you need to switch directions every so often. A pulled calf muscle later, I figured that out on my own. I did complete my 9 miles and fortunately cruise ships have spas. One massage later, I had the muscle pretty much worked out.
The Time: November 2009
I signed up for a 1/2 marathon to be held on November 1, 2009. I managed to work it into my training schedule and this was my very first race. While it wasn't Disney, it was a huge learning experience for me so I will share. There were about 3-4,000 runners in this race. Since I knew that a huge rookie mistake was to start out fast, caught up in the excitement, and burn out quickly; I decided to tag along with a pace group that was a few seconds slower than my normal pace. I found them in the start line-up and joined. We were off! I was happy as I experienced my first time to run over a chip mat and going into mile 4, I felt great! As this was a slightly slower pace than I was accustomed to, I wasn't even breathing hard. I barely felt as if I were running. Sadly, and despite trying to be as prepared as possible for my first race, I still made a HUGE rookie mistake, and one that could have easily sent me to the hospital in an ambulance:
When we began hitting the water stations, the pace leader would begin yelling: "Get some water! Get PowerAid! It's going to be hot! Hydrate! Hydrate!" and full cups of water would be shoved out at me. I was overwhelmed and despite the fact that I didn't drink this often or this much in my training, I'd grab a full cup of water and attempt to chug it all down during the few seconds we were in the water station.
My rookie mistake: I didn't follow my training. Going into mile 5 (after 2 - 3 water stations of doing this) I'd over hydrated. You hear discussions about dehydration all of the time, but you don't hear much about taking too much and it's just as dangerous. I was bloated, I felt sick, I'd washed out all of my electrolytes and I was beyond miserable. At first I attempted to keep up with the pace group but then I stopped off at a port a potty. The stop didn't help at all. I attempted to run again, but couldn't. I moved off to the far right and struggled to walk. Another runner saw me and stopped, concerned that I was about to pass out. She began to walk with me. It was time for me to take a couple more Cliff Shot blocks (those are my fueling of choice. I love them! My favorite is the Cran-Breeze and I also used the Margarita (b/c of the salt) during the Disney Marathon)
Getting that into my system, I felt a little better and when the woman who'd been walking with me wanted to run some more, I began running with her. I think she was at a 10 mpm pace. We ran for about 3 miles but going into (I think) mile 9 I decided to take some more water. This time it was just a sip - I finally caught on that you just drink what you need and toss the rest - but it was one sip too many. It sent me over the edge and I had to begin walking again. The pace group that she wanted to finish the race with (she'd been ahead of them) passed us and I sent her on.
At one point I had to stop and stand where I was. I physically couldn't move without hurting. I was so miserable. One more port a potty stop and a few more Cliff Shot Blocks later, I finally began feeling somewhat normal going into (I think..it's been too long now!)mile 12. Mentally, I couldn't run anymore. I was done with running. So, I walked. However, the last 1/4 to 1/2 of the marathon, I found the strength to pick it back up to a run and crossed the finish line at a run. I came in under 2 1/2 hours and still beat in the last pace team out there. I was happy that I completed the race in that condition but I was disappointed in myself for making such a rookie mistake - and one that I could have ended up in the hospital over!
#1 Rule for a race: Trust your training. Follow your training. I mean, that's what it's for.
The Time: December 2009
The Place: New Training Park/Old Training Park
I ran the Dallas 2009 8 mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day. I think that it was about 38,000 people that ran that day. It gave me more race experience and also a chipped time to turn in at Disney's EXPO that was a better reflection of my true running time capabilities. Obviously, the 1/2 marathon I ran wasn't a good reflection.
I moved to a different city over Thanksgiving week-end and decided that I needed to find a new training location. I discovered another area that made just over a 2 mile loop. I had only walked it once to check it out before I went to do my 17 mile run. It was a cold day, upper 30's - low 40's and rainy. I began my run only to discover that around 85-90% of it was at a gradual incline! I didn't notice the one time I walked it but running it, I really began to feel it a few miles in. There were also a couple of areas that had a somewhat steep hill. Going up wasn't a problem, it was actually nice to take the stress off of my legs and use my glutes instead. It was going down them that continued to put stress on my already stressed-out legs.
I was supposed to have stopped at mile 17. The thing was: The loop was really more a 2.3 mile loop rather than a 2.0 mile loop. I was backing up my counting as it was easier to think: 2, 4, 6 rather than 2.3, 4.6, ect... I was finishing what would be my last loop and since I didn't really think about how those .3's would start adding up fast on a double digit run, I was really around mile 18.3 instead of 16 when my left IT band flared up and screamed ENOUGH! The almost constant gradual incline put too much stress on my lower body, a lower body that wasn't accustomed to handling constant incline and to run that many miles on that terrain...
Now, this was my left leg; a leg that I hadn't had any complications with during any of my previous runs. My right leg, I'd had some aches and pains and I was a bit concerned about developing a major injury in it. But my left leg, I wasn't overly concerned about it right then since I hadn't been having problems with it. However, I'd been running for 3 solid hours at that point, it was very cold, it was now raining, I was still 1 mile away from my car and could no longer run on this leg. I did what any exhausted, frustrated, hurting female standing in the rain and not allowed to finish her scheduled run would do:
I burst into tears.
Another woman was walking past me, in the opposite direction. She passed and then stopped and turned back.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine!" I managed between sobs and then I turned and had the longest 1 mile walk back to my car that I've ever had in my life.
So, sadly, that wasn't the last that I heard from Mr. IT band. I wound up taking that entire week off from running. It killed me! This was the first time that I was missing runs and it wasn't just because of my injury, I became sick with fever, ect... that week and my doctor yelled at me when I mentioned the word "run". I'm serious, she did. We argued and argued. She won. I went to her hoping for some miracle pill/shot/whatever to make me 100% well within 12-24 hours and she gave me nothing except orders to go home, miss work, and get well.
My boss at work has ran a few marathons, but primarily sticks to 1/2 marathons now, and has mentored several other marathon runners. She was all for me taking the week off. I was quite bitter about it. I had a training schedule that I was desperate to stick to. But I took that week off. My IT band stopped hurting within 48 hours after that 18.3 mile run and I prayed that it was healed.
It wasn't. By the time that I was able to run again, I discovered that I would now have problems leading up to the actual race day. My leg would begin causing me grief usually around mile 3 1/2 - 4. I could run on it for awhile with it hurting but eventually the inflammation would become so great that it would lock up my knee, leaving me with only sharp pain and no mobility to where I was forced to stop running.
I switched back to my old training park, despite the drive, to finish out my long runs. On my 20 mile run I was able to run 17 before my knee locked up and I had to switch to power walking for the remaining three. By this time, I accepted that fact that I would not be able to run all 26.2 miles of this marathon (there's always 2011!!) and I hoped that I'd get in 17-20 miles of running before I had to switch to walking.
I completed my 20 miles that day and stopped off at the running store to grab some last minute stuff and chat with the staff. They were amazed that I just completed 20 miles. They stated that most people would be heading to an ice bath now. Nope, not me. With the exception of my hurting IT-band, I felt great!
As I mentioned earlier, I take Cliff Shot Blocks for my fueling. At my pace, I take two blocks (there's 6 to a pack) at following miles: 4,7,10,13,16,19, 22, 24 (<--24 is iffy since it's so close to the end. I didn't take any at that mile during the marathon) I love these! They're like candy to me! I take them with water only. During my half-marathon and during the Disney full; I never took power-aid and I also didn't take real food. Disney did have some food stations on the course but since I don't take real food during training (and you're supposed to stick to your training during a race) I ignored the bananas and chocolate candy and stuck with my Cliff Shot Blocks instead.
So far, I've fueled properly and have shown no signs of hitting "the wall". I know that I can do 8 miles without Cliff Blocks but any more milage than that, I'll take some with me and start taking at mile 4.
Another thing: I didn't train with music. When I was finishing up the C25k, I had my ipod as it was a podcast. As soon as I stopped with the podcasts, the ipod stayed at home. Most races discourage - or even flat-out prohibit - the use of music during a race. It's for safety reasons: if you have music blaring in your ears you can't hear any important announcements or other runners coming up behind you that need to pass.
So, I trained without and despite being a huge music lover, I didn't miss it at all. I'm often able to relax in my run and let my mind wonder. It's nice and often very peaceful.
Also note: You will have to invest in running clothes: wicking t-shirts are now my primary wardrobe.

Also remember: Body Glide is your friend!
Experienced runners on this message board know all of the above, but when I first had the brilliant idea to do the Disney marathon - I knew nothing. This post is for all of you playing around with the idea of doing the 2011 (either half or full) but have no idea where to start with training.
Up next: January 10, 2010 AKA: The Walt Disney World 2010 Marathon