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Posted in Fitness
02/15 2010

Marathon Training – Is it cool to carbo-load?

I’m 46 years old, training for my 12th marathon, the 2010 Boston Marathon, to be held on April 19,  following a 16-week training schedule. Since I spend a lot of time nursing my back, hip and foot aches and pains, I’m not sure how many more  of these races I have left in me. But, I’ll give it my best shot, and if I qualify for Boston again, I’m sure I’ll trudge through another cold winter. Follow me as I put one foot in front of the other.

Carbs or Proteins. Which foodstuff reigns?

In my post Marathon Training – My Friday 15 Miler, I promised I’d follow up with my two cents on protein. I will preface by saying that the whole eating-while-training issue is always a work in progress for me, especially as I age and my body composition changes.

If memory serves

I can actually remember every meal I ate before every marathon I have run. Pathetic, I know, and a true inditement of my geekiness. I remember the gnocchi I ate at my apartment before Boston  in ‘97, the pasta with chicken prior to San Diego and the pizza I had in Dublin. (I also remember the shots of tequila I drank two nights before the Dublin marathon, because after all, I was vacationing in Ireland and needed to celebrate; however, this is something I highly recommend against doing).

tequila

When I first started running in…..err…..1975 (boy I’m old), carbo loading was the only thing a runner considered doing. In fact, even now, most pre-race events are pasta parties. But I’m starting to question the wisdom. Here’s one person’s opinion about carbo loading before a marathon.

And it’s not all about the night before the race, either.

Carb meet protein

When I was working out with personal trainer extraordinaire Karrie Wood several years ago, she recommended I eat more protein than I had in the past. Why? Though I’m not overweight, my fat to muscle ratio is a little on the high side. In other words, I’ve likely lost some muscle mass as I’ve gracefully entered my forties, and I need to replenish that which I have lost. The best way to do this is via muscle strengthening workouts – free weights, weight machines, Pilates, etc. But a diet with a bit more protein is beneficial, too. After all, in the years before I got married, I ate a lot of all pasta and/or all veggie meals (especially in grad school and in Boston, when I couldn’t afford meat).

So I started experimenting. I ate protein (usually chicken or fish) the night prior to long training runs, balanced with a variety of veggies. I drank protein shakes immediately before long runs (or even tennis matches, which I often find to be long and enduring since I have no tennis strategy and have to outlast opponents to win). I ate added peanut butter on toast to accompany the protein shake. You can find my recipe for shakes here, and I promise it won’t look like the one here (though I’m probably going to try Marie’s recipe for some variety in flavor, and because I like her blog so much).

And no, I didn’t start eating steaks and bacon around the clock. I just integrated more protein, almost always ones lower in fat, into my usual carbo-loaded diet.

And the results are….

The first race in which I competed after integrating my new eating habits happened to be the first one in which I qualified for Boston (at the Chicago marathon, and if you must know, I ate spaghetti with meat sauce the night before). And though my qualifying time increased (because I turned 45), I didn’t slow down, either. I am running as fast as when I as 32. And when I ran Boston last spring, I again qualified for (this year’s) Boston.

Other benefits of protein

For one, I don’t get as hungry, both during workouts (there’s nothing worse than running 18 miles and dreaming about a pile of pancakes the entire time) and in between meals. I also think I my level of energy is sustained for a longer period of time – during and after long runs, all other conditions notwithstanding (by that, I mean no raging PMS or bad hangovers and plenty of fluids and sleep, you know, things like that).

Too much of a good thing

The night before I ran Marine Corps, I ate a big ‘ole filet mignon. And I proceeded to have the worst marathon of my life the following day. Was it the steak’s fault? Probably not. But I also may not have eaten enough carbs, either.

That’s why I’ve decided a nice mix of protein and carbs is ideal for my body the night before the race. And on race day….I definitely incorporate protein in the mix. That is usually a protein shake (not one, since hotels rarely come equipped with a blender, but rather a pre-mixed fruit shake bought at the grocery store with a scoop of protein powder) and a PB&J (and also a bagel they’re handing out just prior to the race). Though a warm bowl of oatmeal or a nice cheesy omelet might taste good, it’s not likely you’ll find a gourmet restaurant open at 5 a.m. to serve breakfast (except maybe NYC, still open from the night before).

Carbs during the race

I’ve turned into the queen of power gels. The two races I have tried it, I have not bonked as badly at mile 20. I’m not talking a gel or two, but 7-8 gels. And I’ve even mastered a new technique of swallowing them whole, like pills, with a big gulp of water. That ensures you get fluids, too, and also helps prevent nausea (because we all know how bad those gels taste and how hard they are to swallow when you’re mouth is dry). I’ve tried eating energy bars, but I simply get too sick at my stomach. (P.S. I train with gels, too).

My number one recommendation: stick with the routine

Don’t save something new for race day. Make sure you experiment with different types of food and fluids before and during long training runs. How your body responds is the best way to determine how you’ll react during the race itself.

And it’s also great to check out information from sources like Runner’s World. They suggest you be attentive to the types of carbs you eat, specifically ones that are rich in fiber and high in water content. They also recommend that you carbo-load, not fat load. I like Krispy Kreme, too, but I’m not sure donuts is what they had in mind (though like Suemac, I tend to use long distances as a good excuse to eat sweets).

And afterwards

P.S. Since I originally wrote this blog, a great article came out about the importance of eating after a workout. A lot of the food suggestions (before and after) contain a mix of protein and carbs, and the author’s choices are similar to what I eat.

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Posted in Fitness
02/10 2010

Should I tri? (Half Ironman style?)

This June, Boise will host the third annual Half Ironman Triathlon. Last year, in the pouring rain, my friends and I went downtown to watch the finish (of course, we were pleasantly drinking cocktails beneath shelter while doing so). The finish was exciting – two of the best triathletes in the world, racing to the tape.

tri finish

Immediately when it was over, my running partner, Jodi, looked at me and said, “I gotta do this next year.” And I answered, “Yeah, me, too.” (You might wonder why by the looks of the champions after they crossed the line).

tri finish 2

A half ironman is not so much daunting from the sheer distance of the events. For those of you not familar with the specifics, the race comprises: 1.2 mi. swim • 56 mi. bike • 13.1 mi. run. At the race date, I will have recently completed the Boston marathon, so the run should be doable; and I am a pretty decent cyclist, so I can probably grind out this portion of the race without too much drama. But the clincher for me would be the swim.

I was a fish when I was a little girl – couldn’t stay out of the pool.  By the look on Luke’s face, I think he has inherited by water genes.

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In high school, I was a lifeguard, and even taught college kids at Carolina how to swim as part of a water safety instruction class I took. Taking my love for water a step further, I entered an Olympic length triathlon in Wilmington when I was 25. (And I finished middle of the pack after the swim.)

Fast forward to age 38, when I decided to enter a Danskin sprint triathlon in Seattle, Washington. I can’t explain what happened, but when I entered the water for the relatively short swim, I started hyperventilating. I was panic stricken and thinking I might actually drown if I didn’t get to one of the patrol boats out on the course. I’m not sure how I actually managed to finish it, but I can tell you it was one of the most frightening things I have ever done (ranks up there with the fall down the double black diamond chutes in Crested Butte).

Here’s a shot of the 2009 race in Lake Washington, to give you an idea:

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So what has caused this? Is it another one of those darn old age things that sneaks up on us unexpectedly or is it the cold water one is destined to find in Northwest lakes? After all, I grew up in the wondrous bathwater of the South, and I loved it! Now, I can barely jump in a pool in Boise it’s so darn cold. Not to mention, swimming in a pool is nothing like the bottomless pit of a lake or ocean. Especially not when throngs of people are kicking you in the head. One of the hard things about the Danskin race, in particular, is having to wait around in the water (beneath the cloudy sky, at least the year I did it) before starting. And I (brain fart) did not wear a wet suit.

621danskin_jt_19So maybe that was part of the problem, too.

Anyway, fast forward to last Saturday, when I decided to go to the pool and swim for the first time since that dreadful triathlon. And I’ll tell ya (I’ve been watching too many Sarah Palin videos lately), after the first 10 minutes, I was breathing hard and thinking there’s no way I can swim 1.2 miles in a race. But I made myself swim another 20 minutes, and calmed down. In fact, after my workout, I wasn’t tired at all. The boredom of lap swimming reminded me of a long, grueling run when I simply have to readjust my head and get through it.

So, I’m still debating. The bad news is that the Boise 70.3 swim is held in Lucky Peak Lake, made from glacial run-off. Think that will be cold?

If I get up and run 30 minutes before the rest of my family is out of bed in the mornings, say 2-3 times/week,  I can otherwise proceed with my usual workouts. By March, I’ll be able to make a decision. And of course, at some point in time, I’d need to start cycling.

But at least I can breathe on a bicycle.

And if I can do this darn race, I will have accomplished a fitness goal that Chris Lopez recommends: stepping out of my comfort zone.

Posted in Fitness
02/8 2010

Fighting fog, fatigue and tummy troubles on my 10 miler

This week was my “off” week, or so I thought until I looked at my schedule just prior to leaving and saw that I was supposed to run 14 miles. Oops. Well at least I ran 15.5 last week, which was much more than the schedule suggested.

Feeling guilty, I made the last minute decision to run 10 miles instead of 8, which in mileage, may not sound like a lot. But mentally (for me at least), it’s a lot longer/harder of a run.

I ate breakfast about 45 minutes before I left – an omelet and piece of toast and cup of coffee. I was bragging to Rob about how my food digests quickly and I run just after eating. I spoke too soon. But more on that in a minute.

Here’s what I took with me. I may have been a bit over prepared for a 10 mile run, but I believe in mimicking how I eat/run/ in the actual race whenever I do a long run. I had water, my water carrying case, Gu, my trusted thick gloves (I bought at EMS in Boston over 15 years ago), iPod and my very favorite – Garmin watch. Not sure how I ever trained for any marathons without this gadget.

Stuff to take with me

At the last minute, I threw in some handwarmers in case I had frozen finger syndrome again. (Turns out, I didn’t need them this week, but better safe than sorry. Whoever invented these things has saved my butt many a day, especially when I’m alpine skiing.)

hand warmersAnyway, it was an incredibly foggy day (I’m wondering if I will ever run in the sun again. This has been a Seattle winter in Boise.). And not nearly as cold as I had thought. I overdressed, after nearly freezing to death last week, and was drenched in sweat by the time I got to the top of the hills an hour later.

I’m not sure why I decided to run another tough hill course. I think, by the time I ran along Bob’s trail for a couple of miles, I had crossed so much water, I didn’t want to turn around and back track. This was my first obstacle (good thing it wasn’t cold or my feet might have frozen).

mud puddle

Also, this is the barbed wire fence that sent both me and Walden to the doctor for stitches this summer. Some people might wonder why I keep running here.

barbed wireSo I kept going up and up and up. And before I knew it, I had run about 6 miles up some pretty tough hills (I could check my Garmin for the exact elevation climb which is really dorky but kinda cool). Not only was I beat, but I had an upset tummy to show it. By mile 4, all I could think was how much I wish I had not eaten an omelet just before I ran.

Also, when I got to the top, I was not rewarded with my usual lovely view of the Boise hills. In fact, I felt like I was entering the twilight zone. It’s a good thing I was familiar with this course or I may have gotten a bit vertigo-ish.

top of hill

I was really happy when I got home. Sometimes, things just don’t go as smoothly as you  might like. I was so tired and sick at my stomach, I did not carry out my post-run ritual to the extent I usually do. I did a few stretches then headed straight to the bathtub for a hot soak (thankfully bypassing the toilet en route).

A pint of Gatorade and ham and cheese sandwich later, I was ready for beers and the superbowl, however.

Posted in Fitness
02/3 2010

Nike waffle trainers and the start of running

I had lunch with someone yesterday who asked me when I started running. It’s hard to believe, but I first hit the pavement in the seventh grade. Not because I had some innate  talent for the sport, and not because my mom took a hint from Andre Agassi’s parents and pushed me to excel. (In fact, my mom wasn’t much of an athlete, so I doubt she thought I would be either). I actually started running because my seventh grade history teacher, Jim Frost, was also the track coach. He was always crafting sales pitches for his students to “go out and run,” though I don’t think he expected anyone to take him seriously. I also think he was surprised one day when I shyly told him I’d taken him up on his advice. READ MORE

Posted in Fitness
01/29 2010

Marathon Training – My Friday 15-miler

Is that time of year again, for us crazies who like to run ridiculous miles in the middle of a cold and gloomy winter. Marathon training always seems to “start” when the mile 15 run(s) kick in, and I ran my second one today.

I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to hit the trails by 6:30. I decided to get it over with on a Friday because I am skiing tomorrow and am too old for a long run after a day of skiing. It was pitch black when I started. This is what it looked like outside my door when I started (there was actually a full moon but I couldn’t quite  capture the beauty on my iPhone). READ MORE