Chugga Chugga Choo Choo...

The Steamtown Marathon...a race I've been planning for more than a year now, first discovered when I made it my mission to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  Ahh, the hours spent strategizing, planning, training.  And now it's in the books for this year.

Steamtown (so named because it takes place in Scranton, PA...the center of the U.S. for steam locamotives) is a fast, downhill, point-to-point course.  Don't mistake that to mean it is easy - far from it.  It's one of the toughest marathons I've completed.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Before April 2013, I never had any designs on qualifying for Boston.  Not even a consideration.  Then the unthinkable happened.  I finished a half marathon that positioned me as fast enough to qualify for the big show.  Holy.  It changed my outlook and my running goals.  I was looking forward to a fall marathon that year that would cement my space on race day in 2014.  But, a month later I found out I was pregnant and it shelved the previously unreachable goal.

So, I spent the next two years dreaming, thinking, working.  Trying to rebuild the strength and speed I had before Baby K came.  And, earlier this year, I click the magical "register" button for the Steamtown Marathon - known for a field that qualifies 20% of its finishers annually.  I knew early on that this was not going to be the year I qualified on Steamtown, so I simply set my sights on running the course to become familiar with it and understand how to plan my training for the 2016 race.

First off, Scranton was beautiful.  Tucked up in the Poconos, with wildly changing leaves bursting with fall color, the scenery was just what my soul needed.  It relaxed me.  It allowed me to channel strength and happiness into thinking about the race.

On race morning, the temperatures were 10 degrees cooler than the forecast showed.  Brrr.  But I didn't change my clothing plans.  I wouldn't have to go outside until just before the start of the race.

Boarding the buses to the start line at 5:30 am, I sat back and listened to the runners chatting around me for the 45 minute drive up to the start line in Forest City.  I never really listened to the runners around me before.  Probably because I usually get my own ride to the start of the course.  It was 45 minutes of listening to the running credentials of the fifteen people closest to me on the bus.  It's actually pretty annoying.  Please slap me if I do that....I'm not certain these runners were aware of the conversations they found themselves in.

When we arrived at the start, we were greeted by the Forest City high school cheerleaders, handed "good luck runner" ribbons and ushered through the halls to the warm gym to wait for the start.  Walking through the halls, I was emotionally touched by the energy the school put into making us feel welcome on race day.  The bulletin boards were decorated for us, signs were made and posted, the gym hung with banners - all wishing us good luck on our run.

In the gym, I stretched out, attended to my pre-race Port-o-John needs, and managed to find a few other Annapolis Striders among the anxious runners.  Then the time came to head to the start.

The energy at the starting line was phenomenal.  Every runner around me seemed to be walking on air, ready for the starting cannon to boom and send us on our journey back to downtown Scranton.  It was exhilirating.

The boom finally came and we were off.  While my plan was to use the race to become familiar with the course, I still set my sights on a new marathon PR, finishing between 4:00:00 and 4:15:00.  Heading into the first mile, my legs felt ready to take on the world.  Everything clicked into place and I just fell into an unbreakable rhythm.

For mile after mile, my body seemed to float on air.  I took inspiration from the crisp fall air, the masterpiece of vivid colors rushing through the trees, and the endless crowd support lining the course.

I've run races with good crowd support.  This race had AMAZING crowd support.  Every town seemed to come out en mass to support the runners, provide aid, wave their motivating signs and high five you through the streets.  I've never seen anything quite like it.

The course itself was relatively straight forward - down a hill, down another hill, down yet another hill, maybe catch a brief respite at a short up hill, then down another hill and still yet another.  Normally, most of the runners I know relish a good down hill during a race.  I do too, but mostly as a function of making the course interesting and giving my hamstrings a break.  The constant down hill was brutal on the quads.  I knew this coming in and tried to train better for down hill running, but I still wept silent tears of joy when I saw those occasional uphills to give my quads a break.  Who ever thought a runner could miss an uphill so much?

On a marathon course, knowing I would be out there for more than four hours, I normally like to feed my body four or more times with gu or gummies for an infusion of energy.  Because I chose to keep my race day gear minimal, I only had room for two gus/gummies.  I had to ration carefully (and pray that I would find more on the course).  Ultimately, I ate at about miles eight and seventeen and passed up the bananas, oranges and other items provided by the crowds on the course.  But it turned out to work for me.

Have I mentioned yet that I was rocking out an amazing pace?  Not Boston qualifying, but very satisfying. ranging from 8:09 to 9:43.  While I knew I wasn't going to hit the magical 3:45:00, by the middle of the course I knew I could hit the lower end of my race goal.  Like I said, it was all just working.

I believe I also drew inspiration from the soundtrack that randomly played into my ears.  It can't just be coincidence that I heard three different versions of "Defying Gravity" -

I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down! 

Not to mention "I've Got Nerve," "Dancing Through Life," "The Warrior," "I'll Stand By You," "True Colors," "Firework," "We Run," "Good Life," "Come on Get Higher," "Don't Stop Believin'," and finally in the home stretch, Taylor Swift's "Changes" - 

Tonight we'll stand, get off our knees
Fight for what we’ve worked for all these years
And the battle was long, it’s the fight of our lives
But we’ll stand up champions tonight

It was the night things changed
Can you see it now?
These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down
This revolution, throw your hands up
'Cause we never gave in
And we'll sing hallelujah, we sang hallelujah
Hallelujah

 

I believe God chose these songs to breathe new life into my tired legs.  He spoke to me about holding onto my dreams, doing this for myself, looking deep inside and seeing what I was made of.  It was about me out there.

So I crossed that finish line...with a big smile, more determination than I started with and crushing my marathon PR.  I finished in 4:00:20...can you believe it?  I can't express with words how it feels to go beyond what you believed you are capable of at any given moment.

Now that I've got the medal, it's time to turn towards the 2016 race and start setting out my training plan.  This racing year is far from finished (I still have one more marathon yet and sundry shorter races), but all along the course I paid attention to how my body felt, what worked, what needed tweaked, where I could make improvements.  Here's my current thinking - lose about 15 pounds and streamline my body (doable), more strength training (doable), more speed workouts (doable) and more down hill practice (doable).

I find no reason to believe that I'll be able to hit my goals next year at Steamtown and land myself a spot at the 2017 starting line in Boston.  Happy trails!!!

2015 miles to date:  1026.8 (I've crossed the magic threshold of 1000 miles so far!  Only 220 left before 2016 rings in.)

Observations:  My training is paying off.  Working hard, keeping at it and choosing discipline over a day off really does get it done.  Not even stiff the day after the marathon.  Now I just need to keep focused as I finish my race season, get rested for next year and hit it harder than ever.

 

Rain on my parade...

Running in the rain can be wonderful.  Running in freezing rain can be challenging.  Running in freezing rain with wind is a whole new level of something.  Last weekend on the Ragnar DC course, we had all three (and a lucky miss by a hurricane)....which makes my team of running moms all "bad ass mother runners."

Ragnar Relays are a two-day, 200(ish) mile event.  We were running the DC race from Cumberland, MD to Yards Park in Washington, DC.  Teams consist of 12 runners (whatever mix you want) and each runner has three legs of the course. Also, the team is broken up into two vans - runners 1-6 and runners 7-12.  The miles aren't always equally distributed, so enter the lady who can put down marathon+distance miles.  That's me, in van 2 and runner 12, my three legs equaled 29 miles this year.

So, it was soggy.  The drive to our start point was soggy.  The ground was soggy (er, more like muddy).  The air was soggy.  Shortly, our clothes became soggy.  When van 2 arrived at the first point we were to exchange with our van 1, morale was high but hope for dryer times was equally high.

We tried to decorate our van.  That's one of the kitschy fun things about Ragnar....out do the other vans with your decorations or at least be clever with what you put on your van.  Our decorations washed away, very quickly.  We tried, the weather just wasn't with us.  But I do believe our tag line was unique..."12 moms leave 26+ kids in a hurricane."

Moving on, we took the baton from our van 1 runners (or rather the magic neon orange slap bracelet....you know, going 80's style).  Through five legs, we cheered on our soggy runners and had a blast in the van during the down time.  I believe we had a great camaraderie within our group of runners....chemistry isn't a given and it can make or break your Ragnar experience.  After all, it's you, these other runners and a tight space for 30+ hours.

By about 6:45pm on Friday, it was my turn to take the baton. I had the advantage of not only running this course last year, but running it in the 12 spot.  So I already had a familiarity with leg 12.  It starts in Fort Frederick State Park.  This time the sun was only just starting to set, so I got to see parts of the park that were pitch black when I started last year.  It's actually a pretty park and I'd love to come explore the walled Fort grounds some time in the future.

Thanks to modern technology - MapMyRun live tracker - we were able to see just how close our incoming runner was, so I didn't have to guess just how long it was before my exchange was to occur.  Slap bracelet received, I headed out of the park and on to the highway for 7.4 miles.  The first few miles were nice and fast, then came the hills.  Ack.

Shortly after dusk turned to pitch black and from soggy to rainy, the hill went up (like pretty steep up) for almost two miles.  While I was holding my own, the hill still killed my overall pace.  Oh yeah, and it was windy.  Everything was wet (except my rear...can't figure out that one) but I had my tunes and a strong desire to reach the promised hot shower at the high school where my leg was to end.  I also managed 6 kills (Ragnar speak for passing another runner, which isn't easy when 340 teams are spread out over 20-40 miles).

I cruised into the high school on a high.  And ready to run right through the exchange chute for the shower.  That's when I got the bad news.   The school ran out of hot water and were no longer offering the facilities for beating the ice out of the bones.  Moving on.  I still got a plate of spaghetti and into dry, warm clothes.  Then our van was down for rest for 4-5 hours.

We moved on to meet back up with our other van for the next hand off.  Since that exchange is at South Mountain Creamery, you better believe I had to have a milkshake made with chocolate milk and chocolate ice cream....even if it was 10:30 at night.  What else is Ragnar for but doing crazy things with your body and your diet?

It was at this stop that we got some welcome news.  Our runner 11 was down ill, likely from car sickness, and we were struggling to figure out how to cover her last two legs.  That's when we got word that leg 23 (her second leg) would have to be skipped because Sugarloaf Mountain Park was experiencing flooding.  (And, lucky for us she was back in running shape by the time her final leg rolled around...providence? Perhaps)  So onto my second run, leg 24.

Leg 24 kicked off at about 5:00am for me....9.6 miles.  It was rainy, really rainy.  And my last run on this leg had been during daylight hours.  So this was like meeting a new course all over again.

Because the majority of this race is run on rural highways, country roads and trails, when the sun isn't out, it's dark.  Really dark.  Few streetlights.  No house lights.  Just you and your headlamp.  Hmmm, except when the air temp is so cold that you can see your breath, which then becomes thick fog in your headlamp and you become blind.  It was an interesting challenge and more intriguing than frustrating.  I also had difficulties seeing the potholes.  Huh.  Obstacles aside, I had another strong run, my legs were feeling great and my pace was faster than target.  Also clocked another 8 kills.

I handed off to van 1, and then it was time for van 2 to hit the IHOP for breakfast and another 5 hours of rest.

By the time we were back on again, to finish up the race for the team, the course made it's way to Chevy Chase, MD.  Being in the city complicates things a bit.  Suddenly crossing roads means you may have to wait for traffic or stoplights.  This issue affected the final leg for van 1 and then reappeared for my final run, leg 36...12 miles into Yards Park.

By the time my final leg was ready to kick off, 10 of my teammates were celebrating being done with their race.  Hey folks, I'm still here :)  But they never stopped cheering on their team.

Leg 36 started in Crystal City at Long Bridge Park, and traveled up the Mount Vernon Trail to the Key Bridge.  This part was easy.  Though I had  a head wind, the sky was only misting.  Unfortunately, I did experience a casualty with my earbuds on the trail.  They just gave out. Dang.  But, hold on, I just listened to the music without the earbuds.  Issue overcome.

Once across the Key Bridge into Georgetown, that's when things got hard.  It should have been easy.  The course through DC was flat.  That said, it was the last leg of the race, the longest leg of the race and occurred when the body is stiff and tired.  So, between pedestrians and stoplights, I just couldn't find a rhythm.  Stoplights were the worst.  In order to keep my body from tightening up, I needed to keep moving, but it was a 45-60 second stop for each stoplight.  Yikes.

Busting through that challenge, National Stadium came into view and the speed demon in me came out.  I just wanted to be done, have my beer and pizza and find warmth...be it from dry clothes or some perfect stranger willing to share some body heat.  I started cruising like I had fresh legs.

About 100 yards from the finish line, my team joined me and we crossed the finish line with the loudest celebration (that's what the DJ said, so who am I to dispute him).  It was a great feeling....add to that another 15 kills.   Being done and having completed a challenging course with a smile, with teammates I enjoyed and with a beer and my bed in my future.

Ragnar 2015 is in the books.  I enjoyed every soggy mile and felt great about the challenge I put my body through.  Taking on this type of race gives you the opportunity to see what you are made of.  Though your  body is cramped, exhausted from little sleep over two days of running and poorly fed, it pushes your body.  I'm glad I cam out of the back end of it with a smile and a great desire to do it again.

I want to thank the ladies on my team - the Blister Sisters.  At the start of the summer, they had never heard my name and at the start of the race, none of them had spent more than an hour with me.  We got along really well and had some good laughs.  I hope to hit another course with these ladies.  They are inspiring, intelligent and kind.  Special bonus - we came in fourth place in our division!

This weekend, having rested a few days following Ragnar, I head into the Steamtown Marathon in Scranton, PA.  I've got big plans for this race.  Not this year, this year I'm just running to get a feel for the course.  Next year, though, I plan to take this one on to lay down a qualifying time for Boston.  Wish me luck, it's a down hill course which is tough on the quads.  Hopefully my legs don't take too much of a beating.

I can't wait to try out this course and then go home with my post-race notes to start planning the right way to train for next year.  I may even tour a coal mine while I'm here.  Happy trails!!!

2015 miles to date:  990.83 miles (will hit a big milestone on the Steamtown course)

Observations:  I've had some issues with my calf muscle immediately following races recently, but am very happy with the recovery rate of the rest of my body.  The fact that I'm not getting sore and moving straight back into running with ease tells me I've trained well this year.