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Strategically unfocused

Strategically unfocused

I alluded to this in my last post, but now that it’s May—which is race month, people (!)—I’m beginning to think just a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit more about the Newport Marathon here in a handful of weeks and how I’m feeling going into it, what my (rough) expectations and hopes and dreams are at this point, and ya know, the usual, healthy things to think about, like “fuck, am I prepared???” and the ever-popular “why, exactly, am I running another marathon??” sentiment.

As I’m writing (and thus, thinking) about my running and this cycle on a macro-level, since really, that’s why I write about my running in the first place–writing makes me dwell less on the micro and forces me to think more macro—I think the best way that I can characterize my training and my running right now is that I’m feeling (being?) strategically unfocused.

In my last post, I wrote that I almost feel like I’m being ambivalent about my training for Newport in the 10 weeks post-Oakland.

I kinda don’t buy this sentiment.

If I were being ambivalent:

  • I wouldn’t be predawning almost daily;

  • I wouldn’t be stressing my body with a heavy volume of miles each week;

  • I wouldn’t be subscribing to Pfitz again, whose plans, while sound, are taxing;

  • and more than anything, if I were being ambivalent, I wouldn’t care. Truly. I’d be completely detached, and if I’m detached, I wouldn’t partake… and hell, I’d probably abstain entirely.

if you don't care, then you don't run around an oval in the dark. note: this is what it looked like as I was leaving.
if you don’t care, then you don’t run around an oval in the dark. note: this is what it looked like as I was leaving.

It has been refreshing to go through this cycle so far without this sense of pressure looming over me, pressure that, of course, is only self-inflicted, but I think it has also thrown me for a loop. I get that my running, and my goals, and my training, and my races matter the most to me and not anyone else—and that’s great, and of course, how I want it–yet at the same time, I wonder how my strategic seeming-but-not-really lack of focus will play out for me come race day. This might be a bit premature to begin considering, but I kinda can’t help it right now.

Strangely, it really makes me think of my second Masters program, my MA. I applied to the program at DePaul when I was still working there full-time, pre-baby, and I applied on a whim because a) DePaul would pay nearly 100% (again) for my Masters numero dos, b) I thought it’d be cool to earn another Masters (I had just finished my MS a couple months earlier) kinda for the hell of it and in writing/rhetoric/discourse, stuff I’ve loved for as long as I remember, and c) I’m pretty sure I was bored at work and wrote my entrance essay over my lunch break.

with my gal Traci here. Masters #2 for her, Masters #1 for me.
with my gal Traci here. Masters #2 for her, Masters #1 for me. I love the magicians’ hats. Sadly, I didn’t walk for Masters #2 since… ya know, I had a four-week old at home.

When I applied to my MA program, I felt like I had nothing to lose. If I got in—and I suspected I would—that’d be awesome, and hey, free higher education. You can’t go wrong. If I didn’t get in, well, that’d be ok, too. I’d wonder why, of course, but ultimately I’d figure that there was probably a good reason or two that warranted my rejection.

And would you know? I loved my MA program. LOVED. Unlike in my MS program, this time around, I chose not to specialize because (nerd alert) I loved it all too much. Linguistics, sociolinguistics, technical writing, teaching writing, teaching writing to speakers of other languages, rhetoric in the public sphere, issues of power and politics—I wanted it all and all the time. Throughout the program, and to this day, I get dreamy when talking about pursuing a PhD in the field—kinda like I do when I fantasize about going sub-3 in the marathon or (cough) running an ultra (cough)–but as yet, it hasn’t happened. None of it has.

While I may not have allegedly “cared” initially about my MA program, by the end of it, I was a serious fangirl. In fact, during my final class of my MA program, I wrote an essay about, among other things (more nerd alert), my trajectory as a student, writer, and contingent faculty member in WRD (read: adjunct). Without geekin’ out too hard here, since I’ve already done that, I basically wrote exactly what I said above, that I applied somewhat lackadaisically and that I didn’t care if I got in… and once the program accepted me, hey, that’s cool. NBD.

My instructor, Julie, rightfully called bullshit on me straightaway.

I can’t recall exactly what she said to me, but I’m pretty sure she said something along the lines of:

I know you too well. You don’t half-ass. You surely cared about getting in and getting an MA more than you realize or, as is more likely the case, care to admit.”

Yea. She was probably right.

Going through my MA program, while working full-time, and, eventually, after having A, was tiring. I sometimes frequently questioned why I was doing it—after all, I already had my MS, and didn’t I not care about getting an MA, anyway?–but I knew that doing the work would help me later. Granted, I didn’t know how it’d help me, I didn’t necessarily know what I’d want to grow up to become with both an MS and an MA (and I knew that I’d be a SAHM for a bit, anyway), but in my heart of hearts, I knew that bailing wasn’t an option.

At the time, I knew that I’d forever regret not going for it—not completing my MA degree, regardless of (insert excuse here)–and that, come hell or high water, even with balancing full-time employment, completing my TESOL certificate and observation hours, and, eventually, figuring out life with a newborn (and, at the time, a planned relocation to CA never transpired that year), I’d figure it out and simply get shit done. People with schedules and life issues and interruptions and challenges far, far more complicated than mine get shit done all the time; my story wasn’t some beautiful and unique snowflake.

There’s a lot of non-running or non-marathoning-related banter in this post, yet I think that there’s a lot of carry-over here, too. I told myself early on that I didn’t “care” about my MA program, about getting in. If I didn’t care, then why would I elect to go through the motions of graduate school (again) while balancing life and a new family? Surely, I told myself—and even tried to convince my faculty (in a final exam essay… [note to self: that was dumb])–that I didn’t “care” because I wanted the stakes to stay low.

If I didn’t “care,” then failing—however that manifested—wouldn’t sting and burn so much.

Similarly, I think—fuck it, I’ll own this, I know—I care more about how I’ll fare at Newport than I’m letting on. If I keep the stakes low about my next marathon, my next goal race, then in the event I don’t perform how I want, I’m still safe… because I didn’t care.

It’s the whole thing about being vulnerable, about putting ourselves and our goals and our unicorns out there, and navigating the very real possibility that we’ll fail in front of all of humanity, all those thousands of people who know our goals and what we’re after.

Failure—however that manifests—burns and sucks and stings, but you know what burns, sucks, and stings worse?

Regret—of not trying and seeing if, in fact, you’ll falter or, surprise!, realize that which you’re after.

Feeling kinda strategically unfocused right now is a bit weird for me only because while I am chompin’ at the bits to successfully execute my plans in a month, it’s like part of me is insisting that I calm TFD about it, while another part remains a bit obsessed.

It’s as though a big part of me is saying care! Think about this! Dream about this! Envision this on every run! while the other fights any mention or reference to it.

Maybe this is a strange defense mechanism, like I’m protecting myself from the fear of failing on this goal again… or maybe I’m trying to be conservative with my goals and capabilities right now. I really don’t know. At any rate, this is like a weird runner purgatory mental space to be kickin’ it in.

things are getting serious. Easter bunny to the rescue.
things are getting serious. Easter bunny to the rescue.

Perhaps I’ve been stupidly audacious in professing my unicorns of choice this year, and while I honestly don’t feel the same amount of self-inflicted pressure a month out from Newport as I did before Oakland or Chicago or NYC, I think I know myself well enough to know that between now and race day, May 31, I’ll do whatever it takes to get shit done so that I can toe the line in the OR coast with Austin (and you! come!) ready to rock and fuckin’ roll.

At the end of the day, if you care—regardless of the stupid little lies or mindgames you play with yourself—then you get shit done.

If you don’t care, then you don’t.

Have you ever felt ‘strategically unfocused’ during training? Was it detrimental or beneficial? When was the last time someone called bullshit on you? 🙂

Funning to Newport

Funning to Newport

The turn-around time between Oakland and Newport, my first and second marathons of 2014, is about 10 weeks, and while I’ve done quick (and significantly quicker than this) turn-arounds between marathons before, this  one has been a bit, well, different, I guess.

Typically, in the weeks post-marathon, especially if it’s a marathon wherein I really laid it all out there, I don’t even so much look at any type of official “marathon recovery” plan; more than anything, I just listen to my body. If I wake up and want to run 8 miles, I do; if I sleep in until A awakens me, I won’t run (or will run very ‘easy’ with her later, air quotes necessary here only because stroller running isn’t exactly effortless). This time around, for a reason kiiiiiiiinda unbeknownst to me, I’ve been more or less following a 10-week-between-marathon plan, again from my buddy Pete Pfitzinger, and really, so far, it’s been a blast.

Don’t get me wrong here; running typically is a very fun pursuit for me, though admittedly, I do sometimes have momentary freak-outs–don’t we all–if I don’t nail a workout or a run as much as I’d like to. What has stood out to me so far about this little recover-then build and enhance-then recover cycle is that, while I didn’t catch my unicorn in Oakland in late March, I’m going through these training motions pretty much free of pressure.

Isn’t that weird? I mean, looking from the outside in, I surely would have thought that I’d be going through this cycle with a vengeance, and with this sense of incredible pressure to rectify any and everything that I could have done wrong, done poorly, that resulted in me not performing exactly as I wanted to in Oakland… but that’s not really the case.

I guess it’s this kinda weird thing because I’m portraying myself, and my training for Newport, as being ambivalent at best… but that’s really not true. I am still very much committed to my training and to a strong race day performance in Newport, but I feel like this training, so far, has been all ‘funning’ and less ‘running.’ (Ed. note: ‘Funning’ surely is the worst made-up word in the English language, but it absolutely encapsulates what my training has been like so far: namely, just a lot of stuff I usually don’t do.)

So far, aside from the usual mix of recovery, long, lactate thresholds, general aerobic, and VO2 max goodness runs, I’ve also run the Ragnar SoCal relay with a gaggle of TSFM ambassadors, hit some trails  here in Alum Rock (and be momentarily terrified and then strangely liberated seconds later), pace for my first time at a half marathon, and run an unofficial-and-mismarked-10k (and post an unofficial PR and a 2nd OA), and, soon enough, do another 1:45 pacing gig and have some fun at Bay to Breakers (my first 12k).

I’ll start posting some weekly running recaps here shortly, but in the interim, here’s what the first part of the Newport mini-cycle has looked like, mostly in pictures (and some of which, if you follow me on IG, you’ve probably already seen).

Week of 3/24 — one week post-Oakland — 26.76 miles

Running w Chris at PP is always a treat. I insist on not wearing a watch -- recovery mode -- yet still take a picture of his at the end for my own data-keeping. Kinda defeats the purpose, Erin...
Running w Chris at PP is always a treat. I insist on not wearing a watch — recovery mode — yet still take a picture of his at the end for my own data-keeping. Kinda defeats the purpose, Erin…

 

Chasing does on a descent in AR. Look closely.
Chasing does on a descent in Alum Rock. Look closely.

 

First time back at Alum Rock since January. Super green hills!
First time back at Alum Rock since January. Super green hills!

 

Another day, another run on the trails. Love this view.
Another day, another run on the trails. Love this view.

 

I call this my "secret garden" at AR
I call this stretch, in all its switch-backy glory, my “secret garden” at AR

 

muuuuuuuuud. Resistance training, holy WOW.
muuuuuuuuud. Resistance training, holy WOW.

 

Week of 3/31 — two weeks post-Oakland —  34.79 miles

Lush
Lush

 

Doe, a deer... (look closely)
Doe, a deer… (look closely)

 

This is about where the vertigo set in, which made me feel like I was going to propel myself over the hillside
This is about where the vertigo set in, which made me feel like I was going to propel myself over the hillside

 

SJ and Santa Clara county off in the distance, facing... west, I think
SJ and Santa Clara county off in the distance, facing… west, I think

 

Climbing...
Climbing…

And Ragnar SoCal. A cajillion Ragnar pics on that post.

Week of 4/7 — three weeks post-Oakland —  48.67 miles

sunrise back at AR
sunrise back at AR

 

ya know, just hangin above some clouds. NBD.
ya know, just hangin above some clouds. NBD.

 

finally got over some stupid fears of getting attacked by a mountain lion -- that was last seen on this trail in September -- and went for it. aside from the killer-for-me climbing, which was a lot of fun (strangely), the views ROCKED. I look ridiculous here, but you can bet your bottom dolla I was thrilllllllled.
finally got over some stupid fears of getting attacked by a mountain lion — that was last seen on this trail in September — and went for it. aside from the killer-for-me climbing, which was a lot of fun (strangely), the views ROCKED. I look ridiculous here, but you can bet your bottom dolla I was thrilllllllled.

 

preeeeeeeetty sure I walked this. much faster than running.
preeeeeeeetty sure I walked this. much faster than running.

 

that whole fear thing? yea, 'terrifying' is when you're running uphill and hear a loud noise behind you. fortunately, "just" a buck... not a mountain lion...
that whole fear thing? yea, ‘terrifying’ is when you’re running uphill and hear a loud noise behind you. fortunately, “just” a buck… not a mountain lion…

 

daybreak at AR.
daybreak at AR.

 

pano at the top of some hills that took me approximately 100 years to summit
pano at the top of some hills that took me approximately 100 years to summit

 

...buut it's totally worth it
…buuuuuuuuut it’s totally worth it

 

Served as an official pacer for the first time! 1:45 group at the Santa Cruz half marathon with co-pacer/RA buddy, Adam here. We brought our group in, which also included some PRs, at 1:44:28. SO. FUN.
Served as an official pacer for the first time! 1:45 group at the Santa Cruz half marathon with co-pacer/RA buddy, Adam, who also just ran Boston for the first time. I was SUPER excited for him 🙂  We brought our group in, which also included some PRs, at 1:44:28. SO. FUN. (Source: Linh/RA)

 

and twitter-friend-turned-IRL-friend-once-I-moved-here Anil ran with us and rocked it (and came in hot for a sub-1:45 finish)!
and twitter-friend-turned-IRL-friend-once-I-moved-here Anil ran with us and rocked it (and came in hot for a sub-1:45 finish)! Fact: I’ve met probably ~10 people from twitter since I got on it in 11/12. Fact 2: everyone I’ve met IRL has been a runner. Fact 3: everyone has been cool. Therefore, by the transitive property… I think… proofs were never my forte… if you’re a runner, and on twitter, you’re cool? Right? Right. (source: Anil’s wife)

 

w crazy gal Meg here, who's all "I don't know, maybe I'll run with you, maybe I'll PR? I don't know..." and boom. sub-1:40 for her. That's a PR smile if I've ever seen one ;) PS, pretty sure I'm copping a feel... on myself. #awkward
w crazy gal Meg here, another TSFM ambassador, also on my Ragnar SoCal team, who was all “I don’t know, maybe I’ll run with you, maybe I’ll PR? I don’t know…” and boom. sub-1:40 for her. That’s a glorious PR smile if I’ve ever seen one. PS, pretty sure I’m copping a feel… on myself. #awkward (Source: Meg’s friend)

 

Week of 4/14 — four weeks post-Oakland — 60.03 miles

4.15.14. Remembering, one year later.
4.15.14. Remembering. Internalizing. Enduring.

 

2nd woman OA, 1st AG, 8th OA, PR in a 10k-but-not-really-10k. These things happen when courses aren't certified. No matter, though -- still was a super fun morning and a way to get in on the Boston buzz from afar :)  and, duh, to support a worthwhile cause and beneficiary.
2nd woman OA, 1st AG, 8th OA, PR in a 10k-but-not-really-10k. These things happen when courses aren’t certified. No matter, though — still a super fun morning, replete w some fast runnin’ and a way to get in on the Boston buzz from afar 🙂 and, duh, to support a worthwhile cause and beneficiary.

 

That’s about it so far for the Newport mini-cycle. How’s your training? Do you do more funning or running these days?