Archive | September, 2011

12 days til Marathon #10

28 Sep

On Sunday, I ventured out into the pitch blackness of 4am to run my long run before hubby and I had to leave for a retreat in Escondido at 7am.  For the record, the sun rises around 6:30am in San Diego, so I ran the entire run in the dark and contemplated my insanity the entire time.  Also of note, I was not the only crazy person out during the super-wee hours of morning.  I actually came across 78 people during the two and half hours I was running around in the dark.  Yes, I counted them.  And no, most of them were not partaking in healthy endeavors like me…  Anyhow, I had covered 16 miles by 6:45am and normally, I would feel proud, pumped and motivated by a (fanatical) accomplishment like this, but this time, it left me feeling, well, ridiculously tired (I took a three hour nap after the retreat).  And more troubling, it left me feeling burnt out!

I bullied myself into squeaking out an easy (but pathetic) four-miler yesterday and woke up this morning knowing I needed to rest.  Actually, I feel like I need to rest for a month, but with a marathon in 12 days, that’s just not an option.  Maybe this is what a marathon taper is supposed to feel like?  Or maybe I’ve just hit the proverbial wall we hear so much about in endurance sports?  Wikipedia even has a page dedicated to “hitting the wall,” which is characterized by “sudden fatigue and loss of energy.”

I’m not talking about the “wall” of depleted glycogen stores.  I’m talking about a mental wall, characterized by sudden loss of all motivation.

I’m tired of running, tired of thinking about running, and tired of trying to keep my head “in the game.”  During our walk this morning, I found myself telling hubby, I just don’t care about my time/speed goals as much as I did a few months ago.  And then I started blabbering on about how it’s not so much that I don’t care (because heck yes I do!), but it’s more like I don’t think I’m capable of hitting my goals in 12 days.  I’m feeling all down on myself, full of pessimism and doubt.  All of this got me wondering if this (pessimism) is my “game plan.”

It’s no secret that I can be a pessimist.  I don’t like the term “pessimist.”  I prefer realist… though I will admit I have some really weird and cynical tendencies.  For example, I’m the worrywart who didn’t learn to drive until I was almost 21 because of an (irrational) fear of dying a car wreck (hey, people get in wrecks every day).  I’m also the Debbie Downer who makes strange comments during canoe trips, like: “I wonder if there are dead bodies at the bottom of this river?“  And while I’m out for runs at 4am, I plot ways to ward off attackers and shield my vital organs if I get hit by a car while crossing the street.  Go ahead, judge me, but I’ll be ready when the worst happens (I’ll also be grateful when it doesn’t)!

Maybe those examples are less pessimistic than they are just plain morbid, but the bottom-line is that I’m crazy-bananas.  And it’s apparent with how I’m feeling about next weekend’s marathon.  I’ve had my best round of marathon training (in ten marathons!) and yet, I’m doubting myself…

Like I said, it’s a weird, twisted form of race strategy that I do unintentionally.  I convince myself that I’m weak and incapable of accomplishing my goals and then I go out there and absolutely blow my goals out of the water, surprising myself and accomplishing what I’ve convinced myself was impossible.

But is the race pessimism worth it…?

Rob Udewitz, a clinical psychologist practicing in New York City and an avid runner, wrote his doctoral dissertation on the thought processes of high school runners.  He studied a high school cross-country team, asking certain runners to try to distract themselves during painful and stressful moments in competition.  A second group of runners, meanwhile, focused on their pain and stress, working through the rough patches with the help of guided positive thinking.  Udewitz found that the latter group ran faster and, more importantly, said they enjoyed the sport more.*

*Brant, J.  (2007, April 25).  A Mile For Your Thoughts.  Runner’s World.  Retrieved September 27, 2011, from
http://www.runnersworld.com/article/1,7120,s6-238-520–11824-0,00.html

I love running, but if I ditch the pessimism, I could love it even more?!?!  Um, hi, I’m sold!  Now what will it take to leave the gloomy Gus in the dust…?  Brant continues by suggesting:

  1. Runners at Bingham High, for instance, follow meticulous pre-meet rituals, leaving little to chance.  “Everything from their seat on the bus to how they fold their warm-up suits to the brand of energy bar they’re carrying is part of the ritual,” Arbogast says. “Routine gets the body/mind working in synergy, and good thoughts tend to follow.”
  2. Sports psychologists say that rather than deny defeatist thoughts, young runners should acknowledge them, analyze them, and learn to convert [defeatist thoughts] into affirmations.
  3. Udewitz treats fearful, pessimistic runners in a similar manner.  “I try to bring [them] back to the present… I’ll go out on a hard run with a [runner], and midway through I’ll ask: ‘How do you feel right now?’  Almost always, the answer is: ‘Pretty good.’… The goal is to focus on uncomfortable thoughts without being overly reactive,” he says.  “You want to relax and sit with those thoughts instead of denying them or fleeing them.  It’s crucial for [runners] to know that other [runners] are thinking the same things.”

To summarize, my goal is to work through this “rough patch” by focusing on positive thinking.

  • Visualize success every day!
  • Counter negative thoughts with positive affirmations.
  • Stay in the present moment (ahem, I’m not running 26.2 until 10/9, so chill out, Chuck!).
  • And know that all marathoners are crazy-bananas like me and they’re all battling their own “walls” too.

How do you maintain positivity leading up to race day?

Any suggestions for how I can stay positive over the next 12 days?

Blog Goals

23 Sep

Hey y’all.  I haven’t blogged for a billion years.  Again.  And I don’t have any interesting excuses or tales to tell.  Truth is, I’ve just been doing my thing: run, work, eat, sleep, repeat.  I guess if I’m ever going to be a real regular blogger, I’m going to have to start writing about all that random (non-interesting) day-to-day stuff that I so happily pour over in other blogs.

As a health coach, I help people set goals, and pretty much since I was a fetus, I’ve been goal-oriented.  You know, like: When she looks the other way I am so going to bite her!  What?  No one else got expelled from preschool for biting?  Just me?

Anyhow, goals.  Hubby and I have been talking about our long, longer and longest-term goals.  And while that big dog deserves it’s own post–in five more weeks, you’re thinking–I do have one (big) one that I’m just optimistic enough to share:

By this time next year, I want to be blogging every day.

Yes, I said it: Every. Day.

Quit jumping up and down on your couches, people.  Step #1 is to start blogging at least three times a week.  So, ready or not, you can be expecting three, whole, rock-your-socks-off, awesome posts, every week, from yours truly!

Now if that didn’t just make your day, I have other news:

Bald is Beautiful

12 Sep

Today, my big sis, Amy, turned 40 years old, which she’s been saying is just “18 with 22 years of experience.”  Forget about birthday cake, surprise parties, a cruise in the Bahamas, or anything else you’d traditionally do on your fortieth birthday.  My sister shaved her head.

10 years ago, the events of 9/11/2001 changed our nation.  That same fall, Amy’s oldest daughter, our sweet girl, Jessica, was diagnosed with cancer.  And it changed our family.  For 10 years, Jessica has been fighting cancer and Amy has been there every single second, steadfastly holding faith.

Jessica will be going into her third round of chemo on Thursday and has been losing her hair for weeks now.  So Amy, along with my awesome brother-in-law, Jeff, and several others shaved their heads at the first “Cut Out Childhood Cancer” fundraiser benefiting CancerFree Kids.

I wish it would’ve worked out that Jared and I could have been there for such a heartwarming event, full of courage and unwavering hope.  I am just so unspeakably proud of these amazing ladies, my amazing family, and all of the amazing people who have rallied around Jessica for all these years.

I believe it was C.C. Scott who wrote: “The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it.”  And it’s true.  No matter what and no matter the odds, there is always hope.

I’ve MOVED!

10 Sep

Aloha, friends!  So I’ve been majorly MIA for some awesome (and not so awesome), very busy reasons, but I’m baaack!  Well, actually, I’ve MOVED!!!!  Come on over and say hi:

New Home!

10 Sep

I finally did it!  Chick Named Chuck has it’s own domain!  In fact, I just switched from Blogger to WordPress, because, apparently, Blogger stinks like Joe Fink.  Anyways, welcome to my New Home!  Chicknamedchuck.com!  Save it in your favorites!

Now for the updates!  It’s been forever and a day since I last blogged because I’ve been crazy-bananas-busy!  That’s really busy, in case you were confused.  A quick recap:

I’ve been running, running, and running s’more.  Jared and I ran the AFC Half Marathon on 8/21, completing the Triple Crown race series for the second year in a row and we’ll probably be back for more in 2012.  Let’s be honest. 

We also ran the Fire Run 4 Mile on 8/28 with our awesome buds before jetting off to Ohio for a long Labor Day weekend with my fam.  12 hours after landing in Ohio, on the hottest day of the year, my dad and I ventured off to run a 20-miler around the town where I grew up.  Holy cats, it was epic!  It was a whirlwind weekend of visiting with friends and family for five days that went by absurdly fast, before we headed back to San Diego, where work continues to be overwhelmingly busy (but good).  Oh, and not to mention the massive blackout we experienced on Thursday.  Wowzers.  Like I said, whirlwind.

I feel like I’ve been running on fumes for several days now, so instead of lacing up my shoes for my long run on this blissfully cloudy, cool, Saturday morning, I’m vegging out in my pjs with plans to do as little as possible.  It truly feels like the first chance I’ve had to catch my breath in weeks, so I’m savoring it.

…and figuring out this new blog home!  Bear with me, friends :)

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