Myrtle Beach Marathon - I Can Hear the Clock Ticking

Today is Monday. This Saturday, I will join close to 7,000 runners at the start of the Myrtle Beach Marathon. The marathon and half-marathon both begin at 6:30 am. I was not happy about freezing my butt off at the early start, but the forecast is for lows in the 40s and highs in the 60s, so now I'm quite happy. I've been training in snow and ice. A too hot day will destroy me. Let's get in there and get this thing run before the sun really comes up. 
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Body Falling Apart? Must Be Time to Race

I'm exactly three weeks out from my marathon. This Sunday is the last (thank you, God) 20-mile run and then we're in a taper. 

Having gone through 13 weeks of training at this point, you would think I'd be in top form. Not at all. Instead, my body is falling apart on me, one piece at a time. 

There's a constant twinge behind my left knee and in the front where the thigh joins the pelvis. My glute muscles are one massive block of tightened coils that refuse to release. My right forearm aches and Thursday morning I pulled a muscle in my lower back. 

Far from being disturbing, all of this indicates that I'm ready to run my race. 

This is my pattern. A few weeks out from a marathon, my poor overworked body puts its foot down and says, "Enough." Everything starts hurting. I start to question if I'm in any shape to run 26.2 miles. 

Now it's just a matter of simple negotiation. I start pleading with my body--begging--to hang on just three more weeks. Just three simple little weeks. Then you can go to pot, with my blessings. In the grand scheme of life, what is three little 'ol weeks?

My body will toy with me, feeling better one day, then the pulled muscle (I expect) will come screaming back the week before the race. That's okay. I'm not freaking out. I know that for whatever reason, this is what my body does. It's a bit of revenge for 16 weeks of speed work and tempo runs. 

I'm doing my part with ass peas and heating pads and I've made an appointment on Monday with my chiropractor to take a look at my back, even though it is feeling much better. 

Three weeks. Hold it together, girl. Just three more weeks. 

Race Calendar for 2011

Blair asked me what my plans were after Myrtle Beach and I realized I didn't have any. Dena without a plan? What gives? 

I immediately sat down and pulled together a tentative race schedule for 2011. Whether I actually compete in all of these races is irrelevant. What matters is that now there's a list and a plan. Whew! That was a close one. 

Racing Schedule for 2011 

  • 2/19 - Myrtle Beach Marathon
  • 3/19 - Beer Run, 5 miles
  • 4/30 - Owl's Roost Rumble, trail 1/2 marathon
  • 5/14 - PTI Runway 5K (would like to try for a PR here)
  • 6/11 - Mud Run
  • 7/4  - Kernersville 5K
  • 9/4 - VA Beach Rock-N-Roll Half Marathon
  • 9/24 - Salem Lake 30K (must make up for last year's horrendous run)
  • 10/8 - Cannonball Half-Marathon
  • 11/19 - North Carolina Full or Half Marathon 

 The only thing that's missing is a 10K. I've only ever run two 10k's in my life, both in July in full NC heat on a hilly course. I'm desperate to get a good 10K race on the books. My current official 10K pace is the same as my marathon pace, if that tells you anything. 

I'm also not quite ready to commit to the full NC marathon in November. I'm eager to redeem myself from the terrible run I had back on '09, but we'll see how I'm feeling closer to the date. If all goes according to plan and I re-qualify for Boston at Myrtle, there's no need to kill myself with training in November. 

Famous last words.

It's Time to Play: Diagnose Dena

It's time for everyone's favorite game: DIAGNOSE DENA! Here are the rules: 

  1. I will share with you some ailment of which I am currently suffering
  2. You will offer me your best guess as to what the ailment is and how to cure it
  3. I save gobs of money and time by not going to the doctor and instead placing the burden of diagnosis on friends willing to do a few hours internet research

Ready to play? Today's game involves what is probably my least favorite body part, the foot. Or to be more precise, the ankle area. But it's close to the foot and a foot is involved in the photo, so my apologies to all. 

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