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Clam Chowdah Challenge and hurricane Sandy.

Hi, blog friends! I have a list of beautiful things to blog about, including a ton of photos and the passing of our big lab girl, Misty, but that will have to wait until later… Or after vacation.
By vacation, I mean heading to the East coast to run the Clam Chowdah Challenge, a road race that consists of a half marathon on Saturday and a full marathon on Sunday, then spending the rest of the week in Boston with our college friends, Curtis and Mo.
Brian and I started our vacation by heading down to Chicago to catch our flight. The weather in Wisconsin was crazy…

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We stopped at a new kennel to drop off Abbie for the first four days of our trip. It’s the first time she’ll be at a kennel without Misty, so I’ve been calling to check in. It sounds like she made a lot of new friends and ran around a lot. πŸ™‚
Brian and I made it to O’Hare with just enough time to catch our flight to Boston.

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Curtis and Mo picked us up at the airport after a short plane delay, and we headed straight to pick up dinner… Chowdah, of course!

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After a delicious clam chowder dinner, we fell sound asleep from a day of traveling. We woke up on Friday and hung out with Curtis before heading out for Cape Cod, where the race was held. The traffic through Boston was really crazy, and I was a little unnerved by all the digital highway signs…

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They were starting to warn people about the impending hurricane. After a 2.5 hour drive, we made it to our hotel (The Doubletree in Hyannis) and headed to “carb-load” for dinner.

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The pizza was perfect, and after a quick stop for groceries (pre-race breakfasts!), I slept soundly Friday night. On Saturday morning, we found a Starbucks for my morning fix. (D.O., represent!)

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It was a beautiful day for a run.

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I had Greek yogurt with honey, chia seeds, and a banana for breakfast, and I felt ready to run the first race, a quick little 13.1 miles through hilly Falmouth, MA.

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About mile 4, I met two adorable runners from New Jersey. They reminded me of my own sole sisters, Kim and Nancy.

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Val and Colleen and I chatted throughout the whole race πŸ™‚ Brian kept himself busy with the beautiful scenery, including a couple swans!!!

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We brought it in with a reasonable 2:15 something.

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We headed back to our hotel so I could shower, then the Weisses and the Oberstadts all headed to lunch- lobster rolls!

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Please take note of the menu pairing- a kids hot dog goes best with beer or soda. πŸ™‚

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We walked around downtown a little bit so I could get the blood flowing through my legs, and we found this awesome giant chair.

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We went to dinner at our hotel restaurant, and I had a wedge salad with some delicious dinner rolls, and some of Brian’s seafood pasta. It had incredible scallops! Yummmm. I was feeling a little tight, so I used my foam roller and stretched, praying that I’d awake on Sunday feeling rested and refreshed.
Unfortunately, I woke up Sunday morning feeling nauseous, with a sore throat and even more sore hamstrings. I could hardly eat my breakfast, though I was trying.

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Luckily, I found Val and Colleen, and they eased my nervous mind.

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I kept thinking, one race down, one to go. In fact, I was practically a third of the way done already- 13.1 finished, 26.2 to go.

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No starting gun for this race- they have a start cannon.

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You can see me in the starting crowd with my teal top and pink skirt.

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This guy had an awesome shirt…

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Brian came and met me several times on the course- miles 7.5, 13, 16.3, 19, and 23.3. He helped me fuel through the race with Skittles, Lifesavers, and flat Coke. There was cytomax on the course, as well.

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It was a beautiful course, although it was pretty hilly.

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Special thanks to the guy around mile 20 who offered me this incredible popsicle.

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Everything about this photo says, “I’m a hurting machine.”

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I finished the marathon in 5:30 something. As the race approached mile 18, both my hamstrings and my quads tightened up so much that I couldn’t run anymore. I walked through a water station, and when I tried to run again, I couldn’t. I ended up powerwalking/jogging the remainder of the race. As I kept chugging along, I was trying to figure out why I was having such a rough marathon… And then I remembered- I ran a half marathon the day before. Oh, yeah… that. One sweet grandma-like lady came up to me in the finishers chute, told me I had such a sweet smile, even when I was hurting, and she was so proud of me. Then she gave me a big hug, even though I was sweaty and very salty.
After the race, we headed back to the race headquarters to pick up the big prize- the coveted clam Chowdah mug.

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I also took advantage of the post-race massage, and a shower. No shower feels as good as a post-marathon shower.

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We headed to a sports bar for a late lunch and the end of the Packer game (GO, PACK, GO!), then drove back to Curtis and Mo’s apartment. They made delicious chicken tacos for dinner, and we enjoyed a low-key evening in. My hurting body enjoyed all the laying around, and a warm bath, and more stretching. I slept for a long and wonderful 10 hours, and Curtis made my morning by cooking eggs and creating the leaning tower of eggshells.

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We spent the morning accumulating emergency storm supplies…

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…and are now cozily enjoying a grown-up sleepover with our friends.

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See y’all after the storm, kids!

Miles this year: 607.8

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I fought tooth and nail for that medal… Grandma’s Marathon recap.

I had one hell of a race in Duluth, but I’m going to start with my stories from earlier in the week.
Thursday night was a TU work evening out on Rolling Hills Road. The project for the evening involved cutting down a willow tree that was hanging over the water, interrupting the current, and shading the bank, so no grass was growing. It’s important to have grass growing there, so when the banks flood, the water just flows over the grass instead of washing the bank away. I have some really neat photos that I’ll post later. When we first arrived, Wyatt gave me a special fly. It’s a stimulator, and it’s the fly that I caught my first fish on! πŸ™‚ I put this fly on the visor in my car. I’m not sure what this means about me, but I’m pretty sure I’m turning into a fisherwoman for real.

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I met with Nancy this week, too. She’s my sole sister and the closest thing I have to a running coach, and she’s incredible. She’s a Boston marathoner, a grandma to an adorable little guy, a professional spectator for Ironman events, and an all-around inspirational Christian woman.

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We went over my plan for Grandma’s, and she set me up with some Rock Tape for my hamstrings. That stuff works miracles! She also suggested that I switch to a new pair of shoes. My “old” pair is only at about 400 miles, but with my aggravated hamstrings, it’s probably a good idea.
I also made another batch of jam. It was actually a double batch, since I had so many berries.

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Yes, I was also watching Drop Dead Diva. I love that show.

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It was time for another dental appointment this week, too. I love my dentist. I’ve been going to the same place since I was 1 3/4 years old. No cavities for this girl! πŸ™‚ Once I was done with my cleaning, I headed across the street to the orthodontist. I’m going in to have them look at my teeth- they’re starting to move back to where they used to be. I’m hoping that I don’t need braces again. My initial appointment is next week.

After that whole morning of focusing on my mouth, I stopped home to visit my mom and grandparents. I’m very blessed to have grown up right next door to my grandparents, and I love them a lot. My mom and I ran a few errands in Wausau, including a stop at Eastbay for much-needed new shoes! I always have two pairs of “working” running shoes- one for indoor use and one for outdoor use.

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Hello, Mizuno beauties.

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I cleaned the house and packed up all my gear on Friday morning. We headed out at noon, since the drive is 4.5 hours!
I carb loaded with fruit and granola bars in the car.

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Even my blueberries think I’m a star. I love the star on the bottom of those berries!

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One of the interesting places that we drove past on the trip north was the Jack Link’s headquarters, with a field of cows in front. I wondered if those cows are next week’s jerky?

We had a beautiful drive- I love looking out our windshield at kayaks with a backdrop of nature. Like trees and Lake Superior.

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The traffic getting into Duluth was horrible. It took a long time to get a parking spot, and we had to pay for parking. I’m spoiled with parking in Point. We had a good time at the expo- there were a lot of people, as usual. We looked through the booths and stopped at our favorites. I got a new 26.2 charm for my necklace, since my last one broke.

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We also found out that the cows in front of Jack Link’s are actually Jack’s personal cows. They’re safe. πŸ™‚ Jack Link’s had a booth at the expo and gave out samples.
On our way out of the expo, Brian saw Jeff Galloway’s booth with Jeff Galloway standing in it! He was a featured speaker at 2 pm, so I knew I was going to miss him, and I didn’t think he was going to stick around for the expo. In any event, he’s so nice! He gave me a hug and said that he was so happy that he helped me through my first marathon and that I’m still running.

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Holy humid, huh? Curl much? After the expo, we headed to our hotel. All of the hotels in Duluth and the surrounding area were full, and mostly with runners. Ours had a cute sign and little goody bags with bottled water, granola bars, bananas, little bottles of sunscreen, and helpful tips about navigating Duluth with marathon traffic.

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We ran to the grocery store next door for dinner ingredients… Pasta! I usually fuel with Chinese food, but I wasn’t feeling it.

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I had a pretty early wake up at 4:15 on race day. I ate my usual pre-race breakfast- yogurt, chia, bananas, walnuts, and coconut. I also threw in blueberries and honey.

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I had to be up so early to catch a shuttle to the start line. I really wanted to take the train, but it was pretty far from our hotel, so I took a bus.

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Brian’s role as spectator-of-the-year started early, as he poured me my iced coffee and drove me to the shuttle pick-up. I waited in line for the shuttle for about a half hour, then boarded the bus with a few new friends.

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That trip took almost 45 minutes, and as soon as I got off the bus, I got in line for the porta potties. There are a lot of them, but there were almost 6,000 marathoners!

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I struck up a conversation with an older man who was running his 70-something-th marathon. He was looking for his friend who was out there, running his 310th marathon! I hope to be as awesome as those guys someday. Our conversation was interrupted by the singing of the National Anthem. There is something so powerful and great about all those runners standing, focused, singing and listening. I always get teary-eyed during that part… And THEN, there was a jet fly-over. I’ve never been at a race with jets before. I was standing there by myself, crying full-blown tears, and the race hadn’t even started yet. That might have been my bad sign #1.
I started with a clean slate.

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We all lined up at the start and waited for the gun to go off.

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The race started right on time, at 7:45. I was wearing my Running for Rachael jacket because it was awfully chilly in the morning, but I ended up taking it off around mile three and tied it around my waist. I kept looking at my shadow and thinking I looked like a superhero with a cape.

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Around mile 6, I saw a fun sign. I appreciate that it’s informative, but I’m pretty sure that we all knew what was going on! The road was closed to all traffic, so I wonder who the sign is for? πŸ™‚

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Around mile 7.5:

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The course was beautiful. There were a few hills, but most of the race was pretty flat. I felt like I was always going just slightly uphill or downhill, which was a nice change.

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The first half was wonderful. I was right on track with my pace, and Brian met me with cool sponges and his handsome smile both times we caught each other.

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There wasn’t anything too notable about the first half- the course was right along the lake and there was just a little bit of a sweet breeze that felt heavenly.

Around mile 15, I saw a couple guys tethered together. As I got closer, I read on the back of one’s shirt that he was guiding a blind runner. The emotional runner in me thought that was amazing, and I shed a tear for those guys, silently wishing them a safe race.

Around mile 16, I started to feel some cramping in my quads. I thought maybe it was just a temporary thing, and I really hoped it would go away. I prayed that the cramps would leave my body. I tried to reason with my body- why would I start getting cramps in a new place? I haven’t had quad cramps in any of my long runs. I shed another tear.
I kept running, though my pace was slowing.

Around mile 17, I had to walk for a while. I was in some serious cramping-kind of pain. I shed a lot of tears. I tried to run again, and couldn’t. Some spectators were enjoying brunch on their front yard and offered me a slew of things they thought would help. I politely turned them down. I took out my phone and called Brian, sobbing, “I don’t want to do this anymore! I don’t know how this happened.” I feel bad, in hindsight- I never prepped Brian for what to do if something like this happened. He handled the situation perfectly, asking where I was, if there was anything he could do for me, and if I was okay. He didn’t know Kim’s number, but tried to call Nancy for advice. I kept power walking. I ran for a couple hundred yards at a time.

Around mile 18, Brian appeared like an angel. I cried so hard that my body was shaking. I don’t know what was happening in my body, and I didn’t want to admit that I was not going to set a PR and I was not going to feel good afterwards. He gave me a pep talk, a fresh cold sponge, and a kiss. I kept running, but I was going slowly enough that he was able to walk to keep up. Yikes.

I headed out back on my own, mostly walking, sometimes trying to run. I passed a home where they had put out about 50 trolls on the curb, about a foot apart. It was a colorful, belly-button-jeweled cheering section!

I must have started looking horrible around this point. I wish Brian had taken a video of me. I know there are those of you who’ve never seen this happen to someone, and you really have to see it to believe it: what happens when our bodies can’t run anymore. I looked like a cross between a 90 year old with arthritis and a penguin. I know that I was in rough shape, because I didn’t hear the normal cheers from strangers. I’m used to the typical, “Looking good!” or “Keep it up! You look strong!” or “Love the skirt! Love the smile, too!”
This time, three people said, “I’m proud of you.” I cried every time. The well-meaning spectators looked at me with pity, or something like that. I couldn’t take it, so I made a joke to several groups of people who looked particularly concerned, “There’s no need to be jealous- this isn’t as much fun as I make it look.” Then we all laughed. πŸ™‚ Even though I was in pain and in some sort of emotional chaos, I still had a sense of humor, and I knew I’d rather fall over on the side of the scenic highway than not finish.

Around mile 22, I saw this sign.

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Only 4.1 miles to go! At this point, I was with a group I’ve kindly named the Pained Powerwalkers. We were all struggling together. Strength in numbers, baby! My good feelings were disrupted when the 4:30 pace group passed me. So much for a PR.

Around mile 23, I took a small glass of beer from some spectators. Hey, if I’m not going to set a PR, why not try and enjoy myself through the pain, right? Thanks, excited college-age kids.

Around mile 24, Brian popped up again, to my delight. Another kiss (sorry about the salt, honey!) and a big smile. Right around this time, the roads changed from paved to brick. It was uneven, and I wobbled quite a bit. When my legs are fatigued like that, it makes it hard for me to keep my balance! I’m happy that I didn’t faceplant. I kept trucking on. I saw these photos and immediately thought of my Sole Sisters saying, “It isn’t about pretty.” NOW I get it.

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Around mile 25, I noticed that every medical staffer was asking me if I needed help. Are they nuts? If I’ve made it 25 miles, I will drag myself over that finish line by my fingernails if I have to. I must have been looking pretty rough. I know my gait was completely unrecognizable at that point.

Around mile 26, it seemed like every spectator was cheering for me. I looked up to see the clock was reading over 5 hours. Sigh. I pushed ahead.

Mile 26.2. More tears. A sweet medical staffer.

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A medal.

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AND an escort to the massage tent.
My massage therapist was wonderful.

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I talked to the man on the table next to me who’d just finished his first marathon. I remember that excitement πŸ™‚

I made it, friends. Sometimes, races are hard. They can be humbling! I am always learning to respect the distance. 26.2 miles can be a great run, but it’s still a long way.

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We hobbled back to the car and headed to the hotel to get cleaned up.
I forgot to turn off my Garmin right away, but here’s the final shot.

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I’m pretty sure that every part of my body hurt. I think that as my muscles started cramping during the race, they became less effective, and other parts of my body tried to compensate. Even my teeth hurt. No joke. I skipped the ice bath because I already had a chill, and I sat in a warm tub with a big bowl of frozen yogurt, and contemplated what the heck happened out there.

Possible reasons for the race being so rough:
1) I knowingly made a bad choice to wear new shoes on a race day. It doesn’t matter that they’re the same model as my old ones, they were new. I also ate a different kind of meal the night before. Don’t do anything new on race day!
2) I sat around waiting for the shuttle, riding it, then sat on the ground for two and a half hours before the race started. I might have gotten a little stiff from sitting that whole time.
3) Even though my hamstrings felt fine, they may have been a little out of whack, making the rest of my body work harder to compensate.
4) Fill-in-the-blank. I’ve run enough races to know that even though I can control my rest, nutrition, and other factors, sometimes our bodies just can’t do what we ask. Mine was just not able to pull off a marathon with 10:00 splits. Maybe next time πŸ™‚

I rested in bed for an hour, then we headed out to a fly shop that had caught our attention on the way in to town.

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We stopped at the grocery store, picked up some delicious looking (and okay tasting) sushi and soup, and headed back for an early night. I was sound asleep by 8.
We spent this morning paddling on Pokegama Bay. The drive out of the hills was beautiful.

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We had fun playing in the waves and white caps, then headed back to shower and check out of the hotel. I’d highly recommend our hotel- the Residence Inn in Duluth. It is a newer hotel with a very friendly staff and very nice rooms. Also, by some act of premonition, they put us in a handicap-accessible room, and after a rough race, those handrails by the shower and toilet came in handy! Sitting down and standing up is awful after hard marathons. Try it!
It’s mayfly season. They’re everywhere!

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After we said goodbye to our wonderful hotel room, we went to the Rose Garden. The roses aren’t quite ready, but I found one bud that is almost ready to pop open!

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The garden was beautiful, and I loved reading about how they take care of the roses. Those roses can be finicky!
The peony garden was in full bloom! I picked out a few favorites.

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That garden has a beautiful view and was a great place to walk around and shake out my sore body.

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Special thanks to Gretchen, who suggested it! After the garden, we went to Canal Park, where the finish line was yesterday. I was so focused in the end of the race that I barely remember anything except trying not to trip! We got to see their famous bridge (that is featured on our medal).

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They have a lot of great sculptures and fountains downtown. This was one of my favorites- you can walk though it!

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They also had a sculpture that was scraped out of a brick wall. Amazing.

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We made a quick stop at Red Mug for lunch and coffee at Bill and Beth’s suggestion.

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I’m writing this blog in the car, to help pass the time. πŸ™‚ If you’re reading this, I made it home and have probably fallen sound asleep in my own bed.

Happy Father’s Day to all of you wonderful father-figures out there!

Mom, if you’re reading this- I love you and I’m proud of you. You are a great student! Good luck on your test. Don’t worry about me, I’m already feeling better. I’m young and resilient! πŸ™‚

Miles this year: 360

PS who wants to do a Ragnar relay in November?

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Madison Marathon 2012, a race recap

#4, in the books.
This race seemed to sneak up on me so quickly! I had my pre-race chiropractor appointment and massage, and that usually makes the race feel real to me. I work with Dr. Wally, who is an incredible chiropractor and athlete, making his treatment really applicable to me. Plus, he’s a friendly guy! Brian sees him, too. I get my massages from Tom at Adventure 212- he has a background in sports massage and he’s really good with working with my temperamental calves and feet. When I left the massage, I entered a crazy dust storm (this was on Thursday).

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I’d left my windows open while I ran errands in Wausau, and my house was filled with a coating of dirt. Yuck.
Brian had an MRI appointment on Friday for some headaches he’s been having. As I sat in the waiting room, my work on the cover of SCENE was staring at me.

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I am happy every time I see my photos out in public, and I’ve been seeing them everywhere lately! πŸ™‚
As it turns out, Brian has a brain.

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In fact, he has one sexy cerebellum! The technician was really nice and showed me his scans- I learned a lot! Seeing a brain like that reminded me of how fragile the human body is.
Later that evening, I met up with Dale to teach a lesson for CWN and dance with some of my students. It’s not exactly my idea of a rest day, but it was SO much fun.

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I don’t dance as much in the summer, because we don’t teach lessons, but I really missed all my dancing friends! πŸ™‚
Saturday morning brought the return of carb loading 101.

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We gave our pups a pep talk, too. They had a new dogsitter for the weekend, and I wanted them to be on their best behavior.

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Abbie showed me how good she is by mastering her “down” command. What a cutie!
I spilled coffee on my trusty Moleskine while packing.

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Now it’s officially broken in, just when I’m about to run out of pages! πŸ™‚
The fan in my car broke on Thursday, so handy-man Brian ran to Radio Shack, bought a part, and installed it in five minutes.

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Awesome! Air conditioning was a must on this trip, so I’m thankful to have it fixed!
We finished packing and headed down to Madison. It was a fast drive filled with podcasts of my favorite radio show- Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. We checked into the hotel, did a little shopping, then headed over to the expo.
We met up with our friends there!

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I was very excited to buy a new 26.2 magnet for the back of my car- I forgot to take my old one off before I went through the car wash last week, and I lost it in the super-high-powered-dryer. Whoops. After my little purchase, we went to Great Dane for drinks. The water glass is mine.

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Everyone else is more ballsy than I am- I won’t drink before a marathon, especially in hot weather! We headed over to Ashley’s for dinner- everyone had pasta, but I had Chinese takeout. I surely felt like a food snob, but I stick with what works for me when it comes to pre-race food. We headed back to our hotel early, and I hopped in bed with some easy reading…

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…not. That is one monster of a book. I painted my nails and watched the Brewers lose to the D-backs, pretending to sleep. My alarm went off awfully early this morning.

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I took my thyroid pill and started getting things ready.

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I ate my usual pre race food of Greek yogurt, chia, and agave, and I wrote myself a message for later on my forearm.

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Some of you know that the race directors cancelled the full marathon due to the anticipated heat. They didn’t want people to get sick and overwhelm the medical staff of the city, so they had the full marathoners drop down to the half instead. I didn’t want to give up that easily, so I made a plan to run my 26.2 miles slowly, hydrate, and stop if I felt sick in any way.
Brian drove me over to the Capital to start my unofficial half marathon before the real half started.

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This one’s for you, Rachael. I started running around 5:30ish and the streets of downtown Madison were pretty much empty.

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The capital was beautiful that early in the morning- even as a reflection!

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There were a few other marathoners out there- I saw one woman kicking ass and a couple guys looking pretty casual and relaxed as they got their “warm-up half” in. I basically ran laps up and down State street and all around Capital Square. At one point, I bent over to tie my shoe, and I got my first wolf whistle in a long time. Yeah, I still got it. πŸ˜‰
I didn’t realize that Madison had such a homeless problem. It was pretty depressing to run past all those folks sleeping on the ground or on church stairs. On a lighter note, I had an awesome water station during those first 10 miles…

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Brian handed me a water/powerade solution and Gu Chomps, my fuel of choice this morning.
I ran into my friends Amanda and Allie (and their dad, Go Team Schulz!) on State street!

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The official half started a little after 7, and I joined the crowd. I looked for my friends Ashley and Karl, but couldn’t find them. The first couple miles were pretty uneventful- it starts as a pretty steep downhill, then evens out. I saw Brian at mile 2.5, but he wasn’t looking for me- he was shouting at Karl! As soon as I saw that Karl was just ahead of me, I picked up the pace and ran with Ashley AND Karl for a little bit. I was so happy that we were able to meet up! πŸ™‚
This race’s official charity is the American Cancer Society, so a few runners were running with ACS jerseys. Most of them had ribbons pinned to them, with the names of people we’ve lost to cancer. It was very moving to see those runners also running in memory of someone important to them. Around mile 4, I saw a ribbon on the ground- it must have fallen off of someone during the race. I was only about 10 yards past it when I decided to circle back and pick it up. I would run for a stranger, too- I’m sure Rachael knows I have plenty of heart to share.

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This one’s for you, Grandma Lewinski. No grandma left behind! I wonder if this will give me good Karma for Grandma’s Marathon in 19 days… πŸ™‚
Around mile five, I started running next to one of the medical staff guys on a bike. We talked about the race so far- everyone was looking good and doing really well. It didn’t end up being as hot as forecasted- it was between 70 and 80 most of the time I was running. He gave me props for starting early- the staff guessed that some of the super dedicated marathoners would do that. I captured a picture to show you just how sane I was feeling at the time.

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Somewhere in the middle section around miles 6-8, Amanda and Allie found me. I ran with them for a while, and that was a nice surprise. We ran past Steve’s Tattoo, and that got me thinking both about my first tattoo and the subsequent tally marks that I’m earning this month. I’ll post more about those later. I was starting to get pretty tired around mile 10, which was my mile 20. Luckily for me, a beautiful woman sitting on the curb yelled to me, “Excuse me?! Your outfit is fabulous!” I. Loved. That. The only thing better than running marathons is running them and looking adorable while doing it. Well, an Ironman is probably better, but I have to save some goals for my 30s, no?
We had a kind of long stretch out and back on John Nolan along the lake, and I felt like those miles were never going to end. I was able to see Nate and Ashley on that stretch, though. I noticed I was running next to these two strong looking guys, and the thought entered my head that if I fell over, one of them could probably carry me the last couple miles. I laughed at that absurd thought, then they looked at me funny because I was laughing to myself. I had to share my thought process, and they said they weren’t doing so well themselves, but they’d pick me up anyway. Nice to have such running camaraderie. πŸ™‚ The Madison fire department was out with a big fire hose, spraying it into the street for us to run through. It felt amazing! I was starting to get the I’m-near-the-finish burst of energy, but I was concerned because I knew I still had 3.5 miles to go after the finish.
A bunch of our Running for Rachael supporters were near the finish- this is what a happy runner looks like.

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Once I came through the finishing chute, I tried to continue running, but the square was so packed with people. By the time I broke through the crowd, fatigue was settling into my legs big time. I decided to painstakingly run 1.5 of those miles, then walk the last two with Brian. He walked me in to the “finish” of marathon number four in a smart 5:20:45.

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My official half marathon time (miles 10-23) was 2:22:26.
I’ve never felt so good after a marathon, and I attribute it to taking this last training run s-l-o-w-l-y and hydrating well before, during, and after.

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After the race, I took an ice bath, cleaned up, then headed over to a get together with friends.

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Extra special thanks to all the people that came out to support me. Every time I heard you yelling my name or holding a sign for me, you gave me a little boost in my spirit. I couldn’t do this without you. Brian wins the spectator of the year award for hauling around a cooler with extra powerade and cold sponges for me.
I drank a giant root beer float and ate my weight in chex mix, then fell sound asleep for the drive home.

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I’m a four-time marathoner. Sweet.

Miles this year: 319.2

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