My Mantra: Believe

Over the past year or so, the Marathons+Moderation guest posts have ranged from stories of first marathons, getting faster, still finding time to drink and party while training, to stories of overcoming defeat. Maybe it’s because Leticia and I shared this year’s training season together or because I followed her journey this summer but this story reminds me why I love this series. Some people think it’s time to let the series die while others comment each week, loving the new stories. While I don’t know that stories will necessarily come each week it’s fresh perspectives such as Leticia’s that remind me why I love training for 26.2 miles every summer. The feeling of accomplishment at the end is like nothing else and all it requires is belief in yourself and dedication to the hard, sweat filled runs.
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Three years ago if you would have told me that today I’d be writing a post talking about what I experienced in marathon training I would have told you, you were absolutely nuts. Almost three years ago to the date I ran my first mile on the treadmill. I think it was about a 13 minute mile but I did it! I remember the feeling of absolute excitement that I could actually do this! I had done it, I had run one mile without stopping. You see in October of 2009 I decided I was tired of being overweight, unhappy, and unmotivated. I got a hold of my life, lost 100lbs, and had a lot of fun in the process! You can read my story here.
After running a half marathon in the Fall of 2011, I went out and watched the NYC Marathon that November. I vividly remember how amazing it was to see thousands of runners on 1st Avenue. I was more encouraged that day than ever before. I knew that a year later I wanted to be in that marathon. I wanted to run those streets. I wanted to feel that level of excitement and run 26.2 miles. I started training for the 2012 NYC Marathon at the end of July, following a summer of painful injuries. I knew that I had come a very long way. Therefore my mantra for my marathon would simply be one word: believe. I took that saying and literally ran with it. I knew that if I didn’t believe I could do this I wouldn’t actually cross the finish line.
In the aftermath of Sandy, you know that the NYC Marathon was canceled. It was a huge disappointment after 16 weeks of training, but even in the chaos of what that news brought I knew that I would still run a marathon. Enter, the Richmond Marathon. Luckily, I had 10 other girls who gladly accepted the challenge to tackle Richmond and not waste the training we had done for the previous four months.
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I am a huge believer in that things don’t happen by coincidence. I know without a doubt that Richmond was supposed to be my first marathon. It was a fantastic race that I got to share with dear friends of mine that I’ve made through the amazing running community in NYC. I crossed the finish line in 4 hours 39 minutes and 15 seconds. I worked for every second of that marathon and I am proud to say that I am forever a finisher.
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If I could give you three things I learned to believe in through this process they are these:
1. Believe in yourself- Believe that you can do this. Believe that you are stronger than you think. Believe that your body is an amazing gift to have and it can be pushed to extreme limits. It’s going to get hard. It’s going to get tiring, but don’t stop believing!
2. Trust your training- I followed my training to a tee. I didn’t make excuses. I didn’t slack off. I put in the work. I believed that a good training cycle would lead me to my goal time and finish without an injury and it did!
3. Have others believe in you- Surround yourself with people who lift you up when the going gets tough (it will). I had a coach, roommates, and friends who believed in me every single day. I had friends who flooded my inbox with support, advice, tips, and love. This aspect is so important!
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Thanks for taking the time to read a little bit about my marathon experience! I still baffles me that I accomplished this after running one mile three years ago. I have come a very long way to say the least. Marathon day was one of the best days of my entire life. For a full recap of Richmond see here.
“It’s a marathon. If it were easy, everyone would do it.”
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Marathon Training Peace Corps Style

This week’s Marathons+Moderation guest post comes from the amazing Taylor, who trained for a marathon in more difficult conditions than I can even imagine! Not only did she train while volunteering with the Peace Corps, but she also did it while serving in Paraguay.  Be sure to click over to her blog to learn more about her experience in Paraguay!

The Peace Corps has three official goals:

1. Helping the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.

2. Helping promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served.

3. Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

Those three goals are the best way to describe my job as a Peace Corps volunteer, however most volunteers also come to service with a "4th Goal," a personal goal the volunteer hopes to achieve during their service. From reading over 100 books during their time served, to learning the guitar, these goals are diverse. In my case, I got it into my head I was going to train for and complete my first marathon while serving in Paraguay. While I’m happy to report that I achieved my 4th goal last August, I think like most marathon novices I had absolutely no idea what I had gotten myself into. Compound that with trying to navigate life in rural Paraguay and it was quite the journey.

Life in a developing country is exciting, but at times it’s also just weird. When in a new culture, things don’t always make sense, and that brings a degree of stress. Being active has always been my stress outlet, but when confronted with the reality that there was no local Yoga studio or climbing gym, I knew I had to turn to running as my activity of choice. Life is slower here in Paraguay, so I figured clocking the miles would fill my free time and keep me occupied, but like all marathoners time and motivation were major challenges.

While I was in my town I had enough free time to get in my miles, but part of life in Peace Corps Paraguay requires frequent travel for work, cultural events, medical, and friendly visits. As I started getting higher in mileage it became increasingly difficult to manage. That’s a large part of the reason I went with timed runs rather than mileage when creating my workouts. Instead of a set number of miles to complete, I would have a time goal. 1 hour run, 2 hour run, ect. Furthermore, without access to reliable maps making longer routes was near impossible. If I were visiting a friend, I would literally ask them to point me down a long dirt road and just run out and back. Maybe it’s not the most fun run, but it allowed me to keep up my training no matter where I was. (To be honest the long run into the country side and back provided beautiful views and allowed me to see more of the country than I otherwise would have.)

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With long dirt roads, I became a complete slave to the weather. Heavy rains would make the roads impassible until they dried out. Sometimes at the first hint of rain I would drop everything and squeeze in a run just because I knew I wouldn’t have another chance for a few days.

While in the winter it’s the rain I had to battle in the summer it was the oppressive heat. I swear the sun is closer to the earth down here. For long summer runs 4:30 am wake ups were required to get a good run in before it was too hot to do anything. While it would be cool enough during this time of morning, the street dogs didn’t take kindly to a person running through their territory during the pre-dawn hours. On more than one occasion I had to fend off packs of dogs before finally learning which streets were safe. Then there was explaining to my local friends and neighbors exactly why I running in the first place. People would ask if I were training for the Olympics. They just couldn’t understand that I was doing this for fun. Even after everyone knows that I ran a marathon, they still are in awe that I’ll run for 30 minutes without stopping.

I really didn’t think motivation would be so hard. I figured I’d be working out anyways, but marathon training is a different beast. Not only was getting the motivation to run every day grueling, but just the total stress of living in foreign country was starting to get the best of me. I was tired of strange looks and cat calls from locals as I ran. I had started throwing rocks at dogs, which while necessary at times, never makes you feel good, and knowing that a long run would perhaps be the only thing I would do that day, made lacing up even less appealing.

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To combat my lethargy, I made a inspiration poster out of butcher paper on which I would write PRs, and inspirational sayings to try to keep going. It became a great place to remind myself of how far I had come. I must say however, the best motivator was family and friends both here and back home. Locals started to recognize me, and started cheering me when I would pass rather than leer. People from the US sent me quality socks and new running shorts, a book about marathon training, and energy chews. And every time I was on the phone with a friend at home or in Paraguay, they all wanted to hear how the training was going. It made me feel like I had to get my runs in our I would have nothing to tell them.

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When the race finally came, I knew I had already achieved my 4th goal no matter the outcome. I didn’t run the whole way, having to start walking at kilometer 35. But even then my great network of volunteer friends were the support I needed to finish. They found me handed me a cup of terrere, Paraguay’s typical cold herbal tea, and walked the final stretch with me, delivering a cold beer at the finish line.

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I was the last person to cross the finish that day, but after all the work I sure as hell felt like a winner.

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Halfway Back to Reality

Yesterday, my views included cannons and brilliant blue ocean.IMG_1482IMG_1489

Today is my first day of work and working out in 2013. I’m halfway back to reality, spending the next few days down in Titusville, Florida to kick off Meghann’s wedding weekend!

Meghann picked me up at the airport last night around 8pm. It was so great to see her and the bridal glow that she is truly radiating right now! It’ll definitely be a crazy few days leading up to the wedding but I tried to remind her that it’s like this with every wedding and just how lucky she is to have all the support. It’s awesome to watch her mom, dad, siblings, family and friends help with every task!

We were both starving so dinner was at a Mediterranean restaurant near the airport. While neither of us had ever been there the Yelp reviews were true and it was inexpensive and delicious! After very few fruits and vegetables the past week I was craving a salad in a huge way! Their salad with chicken was so filling that I brought half of it home today for leftovers.

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After going to bed earlier than I have in the past week, we woke up this morning ready to enjoy a few miles together. Anytime I go without a workout for more than a day or two I get nervous and anxious. What if my body has forgotten how to run. What if a pushup is no longer possible. Therefore, one of my tricks, whether a placebo or not, is to baby step my way back into working out and healthy eating to ensure that I’ll enjoy it. A heart crushing workout is the last thing I wanted today. Running together, chatting about the wedding with Maddie tagging along at our sides was the perfect way to enjoy a 3.6 mile run that has me ready for an even longer run tomorrow.

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After our run we enjoyed breakfast together, compliments of her father, before I hunkered down in her brother’s childhood room. IMG_1506

I’m working remotely today, which is the perfect way to transition back into the work world. Views of her family’s front yard, warmth streaming through the windows, a sparkling seltzer, and some soft music has made this quite a nice morning among multiple conference calls.

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I’ll be posting a few more St. Croix updates in between my daily posts recapping the house that we stayed at, our overall view of St. Croix, and tips for planning a group vacation with friends or family.

How do you transition back to working out after a few days away?

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