Keeping The Water Handy

When I started running I knew nothing about fueling or hydrating. All I knew was from hiking: I like to have water handy. As I started my running journey I did not like being without water. Even 2 miles required me to drink. I kind of smile at the thought of it now. I’ve gone a long way. I’ve learned a lot about what my body can and can’t do. I also still have a lot to learn.

The Fanny Pack

When my husband realized I was taking running seriously (aka I signed up for a 5k). He got me a camelback hydration fanny pack.

Yes I know it’s not called  a fanny pack on their website but that’s pretty much what it is isn’t it? When I think about myself training to run for a 5k with this around my waist in the park I just want to give myself a hug.  I must have looked ridiculous. I even ran my next 5k with it. I was thankful for the water it provided but let me tell you: this is not made to run.

It’s bulky, I constantly had to adjust the straps, it would move around on my waist. After a few months I gave up. I decided that it was a great water option for day hikes (and it is) but not a running accessory.

The Hydration Belt

It was already working a lot better. Less water but also less bulkiness and movement. I loved that it still had a little pouch in which I could store keys, cell phone, running directions, etc. The two bottle options (and more can be added) allows to have water on one side and an energy drink in the other.

But… it still wasn’t doing it for me. My two main issues were that first the fuel belt still slides around my midsection. I don’t know if it’s designed for men and not women or maybe it needs some sort of sticky fabric but I don’t like having to slide it back to how I want it all the time. The second thing is that for the bottle to hold they have to clip it. I almost lost one during my first 12k and ended up holding it in my hand for the rest of the race because it was wet and I feared it wouldn’t hold. I also dropped them several time during training run because I wasn’t putting it back in right. So that was a bit frustrating.

The Handheld Bottle

After speaking with my brother-in-law (who happens to run marathons and sweat more than anyone I know) I decided to give a try to handheld water bottle. I got an Ultimate Direction bottle because it was on sale at my local outdoor gear store and I’ve just used it since. I love that it’s easily accessible. During the marathon it was also fairly easy to unscrew and refill at the aid stations. It does get smelly but I can throw the hand held attachment in the wash and hand wash the bottle itself. My phone barely fits in there but as long as it does and that I can put my keys there too I’m ok with it.

The only issue with the bottle I have is that it’s not insulated. As a result I can’t put too cold a water in there or my hand feel frozen. Any water does warm up faster due to my hand being in contact with it. However they are coming up more and more with insulated bottles or even a neoprene cover that fits all around the bottle to insulate it from the hand.

It can get heavy on your hand. Personally I switch hands from time to time and see it as an additional arm workout.

During a race with aid stations my hand-held water bottle is enough. During my long training runs (16 miles and above) I combined the hydration belt and the hand-held bottle to be self-sufficient. I was able to put iced water that way in the belt and have cooler water longer.

I yet have to try the hydration packs that go on your back. But I think that will wait until I put my legs into ultra running.

What are your favorite hydration devices. Pro and cons?

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Learning From the Marathon

I learned a few things running my first marathon, things I hope to remember next time I run one. Oh yes because the first thing I learned from the marathon is that I like it. Yes some miles were tough but I very much want to run another one.

The Training Plan

I decided early on not to be too concerned about my pace while training. I ran by feel instead. Oh I’m sure I ran some workouts too fast and some too slow but overall I did great and I don’t regret my choice at all. Now if I was trying to break a certain time then I may want to look at my times a little more, if only afterward to learn from it.

The Taper:

I frankly enjoyed it. It was good to give a rest to my body and have more time for myself. I’m glad I followed the training plan for it.

Carb Loading:

It’s impossible for me to carb load according to what I found I’m supposed to do. I simply can not ingest 400g of carbs a day. I did however get a lot of snacks that I munched on for the last two days prior to the race. Kashi’s oatmeal dark chocolate cookies, homemade trail mix, pretzels, etc. It worked out great.  I choose to cut off dairy a few days ahead. I missed it,  but I think that was a good thing for me to skip it prior to the race.

Pre-Race meal

I think I’d rather have a homemade meal before a race since it’s easier to control. I feel that I should have practiced a little more on what works best and kept a log of pre-long run dinners. I’d love to avoid an other porta potty break during a marathon (downhill didn’t help either). I think a little more plain food would have been better. I had pasta alla vodka which I think contained cream, that wasn’t my best decision.

Banana, bagel and almond butter worked out great in the morning

Race Fueling and Hydrating:

I think I did good when it comes to hydration. I didn’t care much for the electrolytes drinks when came the time. I was very thankful I had my hand held bottle with me. I could drink when I wanted and refill it at the aid stations. I learned that I can’t rely on meeting my husband on the course and it’s best to have everything I need with me.

Fueling I didn’t do so well. I’m terrible at eating gels when I should. I never eat as many as advised on the packaging. I did good for the first half, starting around 45 minutes and taking a sip every 20-3omns. But after mile 15 I just forgot to take some. I don’t know if I need to set myself reminders or practice taking them better during training race. I do think however that 1)I like Clif gels better than GU.  2)I do better sipping a little gel at a time rather than a whole packet at once. I am honestly surprised I did as well as I did with the little fuel I had during the race.

My the end of the race I was craving sliced oranges and icy cold water.

Chaffing

It will happen. I used a natural version of body glide. Most of my body part were fine. Some light chaffing on the lower back but nothing that I even noticed or felt until a few days later, so the SkinFood Topical Nourishment worked. I did experience some chaffing from a poorly designed seam on my sports bra. I could feel it at the beginning so I knew it would be a problem. Somehow my body tuned it off and I only realized it at the very end.

Post-Race Fueling and Stretching

Having my husband bring me a smoothie was one of the best post-run fuel idea I had. It was easy to drink and I know helped with the good protein/carb ratio.

Making use of the massage table is a must. I’m also glad I mostly followed my usual cool off/stretch routine.

Post-Race legs

Overall they felt good. However after 20 minutes of walking, during the first two days after the race, I had to sit down. It’s good to know your limits.

Recovery week

That would be my other failure (first one was fueling during the race). It’s not because you feel good that your legs have recovered. Recovery week is not the time to try out a new trail, especially not a technical one. I feel very stupid because my first two recovery runs went very well, so I was a lot more careless on my third and the result is injury. Lesson learned: no new trail (easy smooth trails are ok), no new shoes post race. I think I would have been better off logging a few more miles on my old trail shoes while my legs recovered.

What lessons do you take from race running? Any wisdom to share?

 

 

Blue Ridge Marathon: My First 26.2 (Part 2)

After the Mill Mountain Star the course went back downhill. It wasn’t as steep as Roanoke Mountain thankfully. So I was able to pick up a little speed. Again a beautiful section, going along a pedestrian road, then under the old booth. This section had several switchbacks and entered a residential area so I started seeing more spectators. This is also were the volunteers started handing out GU gels. They did a great job at it, staying on the side and calling out what flavor they were holding. I grabbed one just in case but ended up not touching it. I sipped on my Clif citrus gel from mile 6 to 15 instead since I don’t care for a whole amount of it at once.

At the bottom of the hill we entered the Greenway for the first time. It went right by the hospital and had a cool section with three bridges: the pedestrian bridge we ran on at the bottom, made of wood, right above the metal  railroad bridge and above it the concrete car bridge.

Roanoke has done and amazing job with this Greenway. As I was running it I honestly thought it was better than Asheville’s. It goes all along the river with easy access and it’s very scenic.

I was supposed to meet my husband around my 15 to exchange water bottles, but I never saw him. It turns out that I went a little faster than he had expected and he missed me. I did however come across the Peakwood Base-camp, right after the water station and the third relay transition area. It was hard not to smile. Some locals had set up a true base-camp, Mt Everest style with tents, backpacks, hairy dudes and signs announcing the elevation. I think at first I wondered if it was some sort of occupy Roanoke. But when I realized it was for the runners and just smiled. Great sense of humor and good distraction before the last uphill! I wish my husband had seen it and taken a picture so I could show you.

mm14 8:26:56
mm15 8:31:28
mm16 9:02:82

I knew there was a crazy hill around mile 17.  Crazy as in you just ran 17 miles and you now have to go up 600 feet in 3 miles. Right around mile 17 some great spectators were handing out orange slices. The kids were great holding out trays for easy access. I happily grabbed one, oh the sweet juices! From then on I grabbed water at almost every aid station to refill my water bottle since I didn’t think I would see my husband until the finish.

Until then I had been running all the way except for two aid station so as not to choke to death. But as we started the uphill toward Peakwood I knew this would not last. Truth is I almost started walking on a first steep uphill but at the corner were a bunch of spectators cheering us with music and I felt I owed it to them to run a little more. After that I started a walk/run interval to give my legs a rest. Let’s just say I was not alone. Most of the runners around me just walked. No shame here, we were tired and this was one hell of an uphill. I found out later it wasn’t on the original course but was added because it wasn’t “hard enough”. Well challenge met organizers, that hill is tough especially after already completing that much. The trick is, there is actually two hills. The first one is reached just after mile 18, so you think you’re done as it goes downhill but then it goes right back up and even steeper to reach the true top at mile 19 were a turnaround and great aid station were at.

mm17 10:23:43
mm18 11:18:72
mm19 10:37:16

From then on it was mind over matter. A mix of downhill and flat to the finish. I still felt good though. I even joked with a spectator holding what looked like a bloody mary. I think I said something like “This looks good, will you have one for me at the finish line?”. A girl passed me fast around mile 21, in a tutu, I cheered her, impressed. She smiled and explained she was “only” doing the relay. I told her it doesn’t matter, running is running.

Mile 22 brought me right by our hotel and I finally got to see my husband who got a few pictures.I got to steal a kiss but left him his bottle. I had not trained with his (a Camelback when mine is  Nathan) and at this point refilling at the aid stations had worked great. It was awesome to see him though. To the right was our hotel and a tiny part of me was so tempted to just go there… But thankfully I still felt good and kept on going.

Once I passed the 22 Mile Marker sign I knew that I was now running longer than I ever had. What an amazing feeling! I only had a 10k left, I could do this. We quickly left the road and entered the Greenway again. Things started getting tough after that. I suddenly realized that except for one slice of orange I had not fueled since mile 15! Fool! I stopped right there and swallowed half of my chocolate Clif gel. The next 15 minutes were some of the hardest for me. I think I went pretty close to hitting the wall. In some way the now flat course was harder than the uphill. I had no excuse to walk but needed to. And let me tell you. After 22 miles, walking hurt. I could only walk for so long because it was frankly so painful. We were also now pretty exposed to the sun which made thing more difficult. The first half of the course had been in the 60’s and cloudy. A runner’s dream, but as I hit downtown the sun came out and I was no longer protected by the shade of the residential neighborhood’s trees. I invite you to look at the Mile Marker 24 picture of A Mama’s Goals recap. It summarized exactly how I felt at that point. Oh so close and yet so far to go. A few ladies passed me at this point and I couldn’t care less. I was happy to grab another orange slice at the MM24 aid station.

mm20: 10:05 06
mm21 10:34:63
mm23 (2 miles) 20:14:28 @10:07 pace
mm24: 10:25:53

This is when the quotes I researched became so useful. “You’ve gone too far to quit now I told myself”, and then like a mantra “Run with your heart, run with your heart, run with your heart”. But then we hit mile 25 and I was back. I’m sure it was a mix of adrenalin and the gel hitting my system. I wanted to finish strong so I picked up the pace. While I had been averaging a 10:25 pace in the last two miles, I ran my last mile at an 8:40 pace! The local police was awesome at stopping the traffic and I never had to slow down. Then volunteers announced that around the corner we could see the finish line. I was thrilled. I ran my little heart out. Ahead of me, some of the girls who had passed me had now slowed down, as if they wanted to finish together. So I went for it and passed them all except for that one lady who had passed me a little while ago and was going way too strong for me. But it didn’t matter I wasn’t there to win, I was running my own race.

mm25 10:24:97
mm26: 8:40
mm 26.2 ?? Didn’t stop the watch. When I did it read 4h12’56”

The last hundred feet were lined with spectators cheering us. I didn’t hear it but my husband said the announcer said my name perfectly (which pretty much never happens). I could hear the cheers, but mostly I could see the finish line. I was surprised to see I was going to make it under 4:15 with all the walking too. And I will tell you, I had tears in my eyes as I passed the banner. I was telling myself “I am a marathoner”. Tears of joy and pride. I had made it.

It looks like I chicked a guy right before the finish too… As it turned out the girl in front of me was a member of a relay team… Lovely girls in bright volunteer shirts and with a crown announcing their Miss status congratulated us as they place a finisher’s medal over our heads. It is a beautiful medal too. The word marathon actually shows the course of the race. I will likely treasure this one for years.The finish line was wonderfully organized. They had an area set up for runner’s only with plenty of food and fluids. I went for the orange slices again. Nothing else appealed to me. But I also saw: bagels, shrimps, biscuits, peanut butter, pretzels, chips, chocolate milk and more. I think some of the treats would be great after a half marathon, but after a full I just can’t handle solids. I grabbed wonderfully icy cold water (they kept all the drinks in kiddy pools full of ice cubes) and met my husband who didn’t mind a sweaty kiss. Again I felt proud.

I did take a few minutes to cool off by jogging/walking around the plaza. Someone turned to me and asked: “You’re still running?” Hey, it hurt less than walking to be honest, plus I needed the cool off. I then asked my husband for the Greek yogurt smoothie I had planned on. This was a good call. Easy to drink and a perfect ration of sugar and proteins for me. I will plan to do this again.

I took a few minutes to call my Dad in France to share the news, he said he was pretty sure he had seen me at the StarCam. Then I got to shake hands with the wonderful Pam who seemed as shocked as everyone else that I was running my first marathon. She asked where I was from  and I explained I live in Asheville, so I get to train on hills too. She was excited, it turns out she’s thinking about running the Dupont 50K this year. After that I waited in line for a massage. I was hurting at this point, feeling every bit of lactic acid in my muscles. I was also a little light-headed and thankful to be able to sit. A sweet therapist checked on me to make sure I was ok. I guess the muscle pain was showing but I knew I had not torn anything so I told her I was ok, just tired. It was actually the same therapist who massaged me. And OMG! It was bliss! It hurt at first but I could tell the pain was receding. I had waited longer to get the table massage vs. the chair massage and I’m so glad I did. Can you tell how good this felt from the picture below? I wish I could take those ladies with me at every race!We hung around a little bit after that. Cheered a few people who were finishing around the 5 hour mark. We checked out the Down by downtown music fun and I downed some Vitamin Water and we checked the results that were coming live on a screen. I looked for my name based on my finishing time and saw a 79 next to my name. Wait, what? I finished 79th overall? No way! I told Hubby we had to go to the Award Ceremony because at that point I thought I had a chance for to place in my age group. As you know, it turns out I got 1st place of the 25-29 female. I love the award too:They have a little story behind them. Roanoke is a railroad town, it made it through tough economic times thanks to the Norfolk Southern. It is still a big part of the town today. Well the awards are custom made, little piece of Dog Spike that were used to hold the railroad tracks together. As they were removed they all twisted a little. A local high school has turned this into their welding class project,  adding legs and arms and turning it into this awesome runner piece of art. I remember seeing a picture before the Marathon, thinking how could it would be to take one home. But never in my dreams did I think it would happen.

Things I loved about the Blue Ridge Marathon:

-The course. Challenging but beautiful

-The volunteers. Totally awesome, all 400 of them! Well organized too. I saw this kid volunteer at mile 9ish picking up all our trash in keeping it clean.

-The organization: top-notch. The race started on time. There were plenty of aid stations, food, water, recovery fluid and food, massage therapists, etc.

-The runners I met and the memories I made.

I don’t know if and when I will be back, but I smile every time I think about it. Of course that may have a little bit to do with the runner’s high.

Place Bib Age Name City/State M5.4 M9.8 M15.7 M22  ChipTime  CPace  GunTime  GPace
1. 342  28 Cecile  Asheville NC  48:39  1:33:22  2:26:22  3:31:01  4:13:54  9:41  4:14:07  9:42

20 Going on 22


When I look at the Blue Ridge Marathon elevation course, I feel lucky I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I don’t see how I would train for it if I lived in the flat lands!

I debated doing a 20 miles trail run for a while. But ultimately I realized it would end up being way harder than the marathon itself (at least the one I had in mind), and I need to keep my legs for the race. So my last really long run of the marathon training would be on road again. I decided to go up the same way I did my 20 miler but add an extra hill after it to simulate the Blue Ridge Marathon course. This is how it turned out:
The elevation gain isn’t as much, or as steep but I think it gives me a good feel on how I will feel on race day. Now I did not have 22 miles scheduled on my training plan, nor did I plan to run that long. I was thinking about running somewhere between 20 and 21 miles, especially since I had additional elevation. Well it turns out that the road mapmyrun was showing me going to Patton Mountain Rd was not one. Nope, it was a steep driveway, and it stopped. So I pretty much ran an insane uphill for nothing other than training purposes.

So I had to go around the mountain. Patton Mountain Rd played with me again. I was at a fork, to the left I could see a dirt road to the right a real road. Now mind you I was in a fancy million dollar residential area up the mountain so by logic I figured the dirt road was a driveway. Nope again. I ended up on town mountain road (not where I wanted to be) having to back track my steps and ask directions to a nice dude with a smartphone. Well that road was hard to find, but it was so worth it. It was gorgeous, lines with rhododendrons, pine trees and other trees and the dirt was a nice rest on my joints.

Because of the detour I rerouted my course and went straight to the next hill. Let me tell you. I walked! Not all of it, but I walked several sections. I’m glad for this run ultimately because it made me realize that in a marathon, there is a time for running and there is a time to walk and give a break to the legs. I plan to walk some parts of the marathon course with no shame.

Even with the detour my run turned out to be 22 miles. Am I glad I took extra water or what? I was pooped by the time I got home. As I started walking I could feel some painful cramps (or was it just the lactic acid build up) hitting my legs. I took just long enough to put some gatorade and ice cubes in a container and sipped it as I cooled off. I followed it by a cold leg bath and a recovery smoothie (banana, frozen blueberries, GU recovery powder, greek yogurt). And took the rest of the afternoon as an opportunity to sit on the deck and do absolutely nothing productive thank you very much.

Breakfast 2hours prior to running: sesame sprouted bagel, almond butter, banana, honey.

Run fueling: 1 GU Roctane, 1 handhelf waterbottle, 1 water amphipod, 1 Gu Brew amphipod

Stats: 22.05mi, 3h32’17”, 9:37 pace

Gear: Drymax trail socks, lululemon skirt, brooks shirt

The Difference Between 6 months and 50 Degrees

Friday I ran 13.35 miles. My training called for a 13 mile long run. I’m now hitting the Half Marathon distance with longer runs to go 14, 16, 18 and 20 are looming in the distance. Scary. But I’m not there yet Right now I can bask in the thought that I ran an other Half Marathon distance.

I picked the same loop that I did for my 13 mile training run last summer. A non technical all Forest Road run called Hardtime/S. Ridge Loop. It may be non technical but it’s not flat. Well the first two miles are fairly flat then it’s all uphill for a mile and a half, a little downhill followed by a roller coaster of up and down that takes you all the way up to 2860 feet at mile 9. After that it’s a good downhill and then a flat/downhill back to the car.

My watch says the difference between 6 month ago and this week was 4 minutes. Well good. But to me the difference was more physical. I don’t think it’s all fitness. There is definitely something to account for on temperature, last summer’s temperature hit above 80 pretty much every day, which meant I was sweating a lot more. When I look at my log I started getting pains in my leg on the last three miles. This time? Nothing. Maybe just a twinge right around 1h50mns, and that was that. Temperatures were in the 30’s the whole time.

I also fueled differently: A GU last summer and an entire bottle of water. Gu Brew the entire run this time but I only drank half of my bottle.

I come a long way from my first 6 miler when I spent the rest of the day as a couch potato. Friday, I ran 13 miles in the morning, made lunch, helped my husband and his friend build our deck, saw some wood, made dinner and was ready for bed only around 10:30pm. No matter what the reason is, it’s nice to see progress.

Dehydration on the Run

Our friend ended up getting two bags of IV fluids after Wednesday’s run. She’s feeling a lot better but wisely skipped her next run to give some time to her body to recuperate.
I didn’t run at all this week-end. Although we only did an 8 mile hike with my in-laws on Friday and nothing on Saturday because well… they’re not used to the elevation, I decided not to run. It’s too hot for me to risk being on the trails on my own on a long run.

Given what happened Wednesday, our group leader decided she would make it mandatory to have water while running if the temperature is above 85°F. I think it’s a good thing. It also made me wonder what can be done to prevent and deal with dehydration.

I found some good information here that combines dehydration and heat stroke.
From what happened I think that if you can’t avoid running in the heat you should (I am not a doctor, so please do your own research and call a doctor if you have any symptoms):
-Start increasing your water intake the day before a workout
-Take water with you and drink regularly.
-Know your limits, run less and/or at an easier pace.
-Go with other people so you’re not alone. I can’t imagine what would have happened had she been on her own, what if it had happened in her car?
-If you suspect a fellow runner to be dehydrated (see symptoms in the link) have him/her sit down in the shape and drink water or a sports drink in small amounts. Try to apply cool water to the body.
-If drinking doesn’t provide immediate relief, call for help!

Something “fun” to do is to weigh yourself before and after a run (remove all clothing especially sweaty ones). You’ll see how many ounces you lost/
My husband’s brother in law can loose 10 oz per mile! He has to drink way more than anyone else. I saw this when we hike and how much water he could get out of his shirt, it’s a little scary. So know yourself and know your limits.

A Reminder to Say Hydrated and a 911 Call

Yesterday was hot, as in 92°F hot. The last time I ran with temperatures above 90°F I almost puked. So I knew this was a situation to be careful about. I headed out of the house with my water bottle full of icy water. It didn’t stay icy very long.

Our running group leader gave us a 4, 5 and 6 miles run option. I took the 5 miles run. I knew that I should not push it with that weather. It actually wasn’t as bad as I thought. I really had a good run and I think I ended up running at a 9:07 pace.

We got back to the car and everyone started getting back. We all got some water. One of the girls mentioned that she was a little dizzy. We had her sit down and drink slowly, she wasn’t saying much and we didn’t pay too much attention.

Well next thing I know she’s between two cars with an other girl talking to her. She was not doing good. It almost looked like she was having a stroke. Her muscles were clamping up, he jaw was locked up. She was lucid, could say her name but was having a hard time talking and slurring her words. That’s when we made the decision to call for help. I made the call. Within minutes the ambulance was here putting her on an IV. While we waited we tried to cool her down, make her drink and everything. There were probably some mistakes made such as putting ice cubes in her mouth (I was on the phone with the dispatch at point), or let letting her walk. But by the time they put the stretcher in the ambulance she was ok.

It made me feel that I need to review big time on the dos and don’t of a 911 call, on preventing and treating dehydration and overheating. I also know that if it’s too hot it’s not worth your health to go on a run and so important to know your limits and carry water!

Coconut Water, an Alternative to Sports Drinks?

I read the book In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. If you read the book you know he recommends to avoid items that have more than 5 ingredients or ingredients you simply “can’t read”. I’m not following those rules 100%, however I try to be careful.

It seems to me that most athletes depend a lot on the “G” drink. Heck it’s obviously there at every American Football game. But when I read the ingredients I loose my excitement over the effects.
I’ve been hearing more and more about coconut water so when I saw a bottle of Zico coconut water at the discount store I decided to give it a try. Interestingly they had the Gator’s drink right next to it so I was able to compare and they have similar contents when it comes to sodium and calories, however the coconut water has way more sodium. Is one better than the other when it comes to effort? I’m not sure as I’m not a scientist but it sounds similar to me.

I tried the natural one, it tasted good to me. The coconut taste is very light and not overpowering. It was easy for me to drink the 14oz bottle right after my run. I put it in the fridge 2 hours prior. It is slightly colored but mainly transparent in the glass. I like that there is only two ingredients listed: coconut water from concentrate and natural flavors. There are other flavors such as pomegranate or lime that I’d be curious to try. To me it sounds like a good option because you replenish electrolytes without putting junk in your body.

I  like that they list some recipes to make out of the drink.

However I did read that Zico is owned by Coca-Cola and on a website many people recommended Vita Coco which is not made from concentrate.
The search for the perfect sports drink continues…

What kind of sports drink do you go for? The engineered or the natural kind? Any recommendations?

I Shall not Run in 91 Degrees Heat Again

Je ne Courirais Plus par 33°C

Last week I ran with my running group. While it was a nice thing for my calves as it helped to shrug away the soreness from the hike. It wasn’t so good for the rest of me. The run itself would have been fine was it not for a heat wave…

That Wednesday it was 91°F in the shade. It was not a good day to run. Within half a mile I could already see the sweat on my fellow runner’s clothes. I was so thankful I brought water with me. Oh so thankful. I took a cliff block before the run, but I think that was a mistake because it upset my stomach. As we started running along the river I started getting side stitches, something I have not had to deal with in a while. I had to walk, I knew I could not keep up at this rhythm. I slowly caught up with the group, other girls started walking too. I shared my water with one of the girls who really needed it.

The reason I wanted to do the run is because there is a  new path on the greenway along the river and I wanted to find out how to get there. It was part of the planned run. What we didn’t know is that the run leader had decided to shorten the run because of the heat. However she was way ahead and we did not see her. The other girl new the new greenway path so that’s where we went.

Again I did not feel good. By that point I knew I had to alternate running and walking so as not to be sick. I was feeling something like acid reflux and I came way, way too close to throwing up. Throw up in the mouth is never a fun feeling. Was it the heat, the Cliff shot I had before the run or a combination? I’m not sure, but my body is not used to run in that heat in any case.

We made our way back to the start, a brewery, the last three girls alternating running and walking. We found out in the end that we ran 7 miles! And even with walking we still averaged a 10:28 pace. No wonder I wasn’t feeling it. A nice Cattail Peak beer in honor of the summit hiked the days before and a some time sitting down helped me recover. However I don’t think I’ll run in such heat again.

La semaine dernière j’ai couru avec mon groupe de coureurs. Si c’était une bonne chose pour me débarasser des courbatures dans les mollets suite à la rando. Ce ne fut pas autant le cas pour le reste. Le course aurait été bien si nous n’étions pas au milieu d’une vague de chaleur…

Ce mercredi là il faisait 33°C à l’ombre. Pas un bon jour pour courrir. Après moins d’un kilomètre je pouvais déja voir la sueur se former sur les vêtements de mes amis coureurs. J’étais bien contente d’avoir pensé à prendre de l’eau avec moi. Vraiment contente. J’avais mangé un bloc Cliff avant la course mais je pense que c’était une erreur car mon estomac n’a pas trop aimé. Alors qu’on courait le long de la rivière j’ai commencé à avoir des points de coté, alors que je n’ai pas eu ce problème là depuis un moment. J’ai du marcher. Je savais que je ne pouvais pas continuer à ce rythme là. J’ai doucement rattrapé le groupe, d’autres filles se sont aussi mises a marcher. J’ai partagé mon eau avec une autre fille qui en avait vraiment besoin.

La raison pour laquelle je voulais aller avec le groupe c’est qu’il y a un nouveau sentier le long de la rivière et je voulais savoir comment y aller. Ca devait faire parti de notre route. Ce qu’on ne savait pas c’est que l’organisatrice avait décidé de raccourcir la course à cause de la chaleur. Sauf qu’elle était loin devant et qu’on ne l’a pas vu. L’autre fill connaissait le nouveau sentier donc on l’y a suivit.

De nouveau je me suis senti mal. J’avais déja commencé à alterner marche et course pour ne pas me rendre malade. L’impression d’avoir des reflux acides, et je suis arrivée au point ou j’étais bien, bien trop prés de vomir. Du vomi dans la vouche ce n’est jamais agréable. Etes-ce la chaleur, le sucre du Cliff ou une combinaison des deux? Je ne suis pas sure, mais ce qui est certain c’est que mon corps n’aime pas la chaleur.

Nous sommes revenus au point de départ, la brasserie, avec les trois dernières filles nous avons alterné marche et course. On a découvert qu’on avait en fait couru 7 miles (plus de 10km)! A un rythme de de 10:28 minutes par miles. Tu m’ettones que je l’ai sentie passer la course. Une bonne bière Cattail Peak en l’honneur des sommets des jours précédents et un peu de temps de repos bien assis et ça allait mieux. Par contre je ne pense pas courir par de telles températures dans le futur.