Monthly Archives: February 2012

I Stand Corrected.

I came across this link today from the Prospect Park Track Club blog.  They culled together some blogs that talked about the Cherry Tree 10 Miler & Relay. Here is how they summed up my race report:

Milewon came from far away and had trouble reading our map.  She thought she ran up Mt Prospect Hill.  Notsomuch, we call that Zoo Hill, Mt Prospect is across Flatbush Ave.

What, no mention of my idea to add a little something stronger in the bathroom cups? I thought I was on to something there.

So, the hill of death is not called Mt Prospect Hill like I originally thought. Told you I couldn’t read the map.  It’s called Zoo Hill which makes a hell of a lot more sense since there is a zoo nearby.  It really doesn’t matter what it’s called because I renamed it Mount PAIN IN MY ASS. Mt. PIMA for short.

I LOVE how they said I came from far away.  Queens is quite a haul from Brooklyn.  I keep telling The Husband that but he never agrees with me.   Now I have proof!

But now, I’m intrigued. What’s the real Mt. Prospect Hill like?  Is it as equally horrifying to run it as Mt. PIMA?  Looks like it’s time to get my passport and Asics out and take a field trip back to Prospect Park.

Anyway, I thought it was fun to be mentioned in PPTC’s blogomania.  I got a kick out of a lot of the blog recaps.  Nicely done.


2012 Cherry Tree 10 Miler & Relay

Alternatively titled, the Race for The Hard Core. Mmm hmm. I didn’t get a chance to talk about the race here prior to running in it, but I definetly wanted to take the time to recap my 1st race of 2012. As the title suggests, the race could either be ran as a 10 Miler or as part of a relay team.

The race was held in Prospect Park in Brooklyn, New York. Below is a picture of the course, although even after running it, I still can’t figure out how to read that map.

Kim and I started mulling over the idea of doing this relay when we realized it would coincide with her trip to NYC. I mentioned the idea to my Brother-in-Law, Greg, who jumped right on the idea and boom! – our team was born!

Race day brought really great running weather, which is a small blessing considering it is near the end of February in NYC. Usually this is the time where we have a snow storm or two or three. I ran the first leg, Greg the second, and Kim was our anchor. Slowest to fastest.

As I started on my leg, Kim and Greg cheered me on which gave me a good push coming out of the starting line. It made me smile for a couple of feet until I realized that 1.) I’m running all by myself (my last race I ran side by side with Kim) and 2.) I had to pee. Great. My mind was all over the place during the run, I don’t think I ever quite got into “the zone”. I was slightly freaking out about the hilly course and the impending hill of death.

Greg was familiar with the course and long before the race gave me the heads up on the infamous hill that would await us during our run. The entire week before the race THAT HILL added to my pre-race jitters. Most of my runs have been on the treadmill in my basement and the last time I checked there were no hills. I was able to take some of my runs outdoors, but as far as I am aware, its not that hilly in my section of Queens (or it could be that I am deliberately ignoring anything resembling an incline). Let me tell you a little about this hill via wikipedia:

“Mount Prospect, or Prospect Hill, near the intersection of Flatbush Avenue and Eastern Parkway, rises 200 feet (61 m) above sea level[9] and is the highest among a string of hills that extends into the park…” (source)

Now, let me tell you about the hill via me. It sucked. The end. It seemed to never end and just as I thought I was almost finished climbing the hill, the road curved a bit and showed me that I was probably only half way up. And that’s exactly where I felt like I started to unravel. I stopped running and walked a bit up the hill until I spotted Steve (The Husband) and Steven (Kim’s husband), aka spectators extraordinaire. I ran up to them and muttered something about the hill being a bitch female dog. Seeing them cheering me on gave me a push that I really needed. I took a few other walk breaks at the water areas. Side note: If I ever organize a race, there will not be water in those plastic bathroom cups. I’m thinking something a lot stronger. My legs and thighs were burning at this point and I still felt like I was running uphill, even when I was clearly running down hill. The hill (which really should be called a damn mountain) got to Greg, too. He had to walk it for a bit. The hill however, was no match for Kim. Rumor has it that she was doing cartwheels all the way up the hill. Ok, not cartwheels, but the hill didn’t faze her one bit. GO KIM! Interesting side note: as another runner went by Steve and Steven, he asked them if the hill ever ended. The answer is no, my friend. The answer is no.

But let’s not focus entirely on the hill. It was a relay after all, and that meant that I got to slap on a slap braclet, better know as the baton, onto Greg’s wrist. I don’t think it went as smoothly as that, but it was definitely a favorite moment of the race. Here are some other favorite race moments:

  • Seeing Kim’s face as she sprinted towards the finish line. She looked amazing and that image of her approaching the finish line will inspire me for a long time to come.
  • Greg saying we should run this relay again next year and also inquiring about another race I had mentioned to him in passing about 10 minutes after he completed his leg.
  • My spectators. Steve and Steven did a great job at seeing each of us TWICE on the course. The crowd support was light for this race so seeing them helped me tremendously.
  • Kim coming over to give me a big hug right after I finished my leg.
  • My relay team mates.

When my leg was over, I was acutely aware that I was disappointed with my performance. The hilly course took a lot out of me and I just didn’t feel like I was strong. There was a lot of shoulda, whoulda, coulda’s floating around in my head and it’s taken me a full day to finally cut myself some slack. This race was a PDR and I guess it was a PR since this was my “fastest” 5K race. Not too hard considering that I hobbled through the majority of my first 5K in November of 2011 with a knee injury of sorts.

I am also very excited and pleased to announce that I am signed up to run The Roosevelt Island 5K in May with special guest, The Husband! This will be Steve’s first 5K ever and am excited to see him train and run this race with me. I’m hoping Greg will sign up so that we can make it a family affair.

And you know what, Mount Pain In My Ass. I’ll be back.

(3) Mile(s)WON

Well, hello there long lost bloggers! Let me just dust some of these cob webs off of here.  Ok.  Good.  So, yes, Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It’s been XX days since my last confession post.

A lot has been going on at work; at home; with running – that I haven’t had time to sit down and write.  Let me right that wrong right now.

So big news in my running world!  Sound the trumpets – big announcement coming: I. FINISHED. THE. C25K. RUNNING. PROGRAM (caps and one word sentences very necessary). I can run three miles, yo! Mmm hmmm.   I can run three miles outside, I can run three miles inside. I can run three miles while listening to music, I can run three miles and drink from a water bottle. I can’t run three miles in the wind (another story) and I’m not quite sure if I can run and talk at the same time yet.

In true I-just-won-an-Oscar fashion; here is my speech:

I would like to thank God for giving me two legs and I would like to thank Kim because she reminded me that I should actually use those two legs.  All kidding aside, big huge thanks to Kim.  She motivated and encouraged me every step of the way. She was one of the few people who didn’t roll her eyes when I said things like, “I ran three minutes straight today!”.  Although, most of those proclamations were via text messages, so maybe she could have been rolling her eyes. I doubt it though.  Another awesome pal: Courtney.  She always made me feel that the simple act of getting on the treadmill was the biggest accomplishment to hit all of mankind. Walk on the moon? Whatever! Gina ran on the treadmill today – YAY! Courtney was an amazing cheerleader and it felt great to have her in my corner.   Can’t forget The Husband! While I tried doing most of my runs while the baby was sleeping, there were plenty of times he took the reins so I could squeeze in a run.  He always gave me priority when it came to using the treadmill.  After one workout, I walked into the living room to see him and my son holding on to a sign that said “ GO GINA GO!”  Aww!  I have since put that sign near the treadmill.  I would also like to thank all of you.  Your comments, encouragement, and suggestions meant the world to me.  I know many of you are not running rookies so the fact that you took the time to read and comment on my running ramblings really made me smile.

So what’s next? More running! I want to work on my endurance – right now I hit Mile 2 and it’s constant mental warfare in my mind all the way to Mile 3.  I would like for that not to happen.  After my legs and head are on the same page about running, I would like to work on my pace.  Faster, please. I feel like the fact that I used to complain about running a minute straight and now can run 3 miles straight – I can do (almost) anything as long as I work at it.  I would like to find another training program because I liked having weekly goals and challenges.  I will probably look into one once I can run three miles with more ease.