tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68001486568275412202024-02-19T17:10:30.364-08:00A Mile With ColbyI am 15 and I am an ultra marathon runner. Wanna come share a mile (or more) with me?ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-65360382020921751772015-11-28T19:07:00.001-08:002015-11-28T19:07:30.405-08:00Icarus 6 Day Race Report<div dir="ltr" id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2451">
<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646">Training-<br class="yiv5256993129" clear="none" id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2617" />
In order to train for the Icarus 6D race I had to realize something.
The winner of a 6D race isn’t determined by who’s the fastest runner,
it’s determined by who can recover the fastest. In order to emulate
recovery in training I broke up my daily training runs into multiple
sessions. For example, if I wanted to run 10 miles I’d run 5 miles then
take an hour or two break then I’d run another 5 miles. I also
dedicated an hour or two a week to working on my power walk so I could
be as efficient as possible during the heat of the day. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the start with my friend and mentor - The Jester (disguised as Ed Ettinghausen)</td></tr>
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Originally, my goal for the race was to break the 6D world record for
my age division (456 miles) so I had to average at least 76 miles a day.
On paper this seemed pretty easy, I’d front load a little bit the first
few days but still be able to afford to sleep for a few hours. On the
first day, it was hot and I knowingly went out a bit too fast but I felt
good and had consistent laps so I went with it. I hit mile 50 at around
the 10 hour mark and was feeling good. The race was going well until it
rained. First it was only sprinkle but then it was as if the flood
gates were opened. My shoes were wet and I felt blisters forming on my
pinkie toes. I quickly changed into my Drymax socks but the damage was
done; blisters had formed. At one point it was raining so hard that I
wondered if I was the only one crazy (stupid) enough to be out on
course. Thankfully, I only had to endure 4 more wet miles then I could
enjoy sleeping in our warm, dry (emphasis on dry) tent. I managed to
survive the last four miles then I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and
slept for about 4 hours. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad helping with my foot care on day 1</td></tr>
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After sleeping I got up and wondered to my self, “what am I doing with
my life? I can barely move and now I’m going to go running again.” After
my parents put my shoes on and after I had gotten going I realized I
made a terrible mistake- I didn’t sleep with my legs propped up. I had
this horrible tightness in my right leg and according to my Mom I had
adopted a limp. I slowly walked 3 or so loops (25 minute miles) and
eventually after an hour or two I loosened up. Thankfully, the rest of
the day went relatively well. I mainly ate white cheddar popcorn, cup of
noodle and beef jerky. Throughout the course of the first 34 hours of
the race I had managed to entertain myself with just my iPod and race
strategy. This got old, fast. I decided that if I wanted to maintain my
sanity I’d have to talk to someone other than my parents. I ended up
catching up with my friends Ed and Joel and after talking about records
for a few minutes I remembered something, the 48 hour world record (for
my age group) was only 135 miles and I was almost at 120. This gave me
my second wind and something other than pace to think about. I made it
to about 130 then I talked myself into taking a 2 hour nap (with my feet
up). I was tired but I couldn’t fall asleep, I laid there in pain and
listened to the planes from the nearby airport fly by. Eventually my Mom
woke me up, I ate an amazing grilled cheese sandwich, downed some
chocolate milk, and went back out. I finished the last 5 miles then
continued on for another 18 then I decided to sleep for another 2 hours.
Thankfully, I hit the cot and passed out.</span></div>
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<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646"> </span>Day 3- I woke up and felt somewhat energized. I still had around 4 days of
running left but I had just set the 48 hour age group world record so
everything was going well. My running high lasted until about 56 hours
into the race. It was hot, my arches were hurting and I was running on
only 4 hours of sleep a day. I was going through a major low and the
only thing that I could think about was sleep, so I slept. I slept on a
wooden picnic table with my feet propped up until my Mom woke me up with
KFC and a McDonalds milkshake. The food definitely helped but I still
felt like I had been running for 2 and a half days. I had been setting
ridiculous goals for myself throughout the entire race and it had
finally caught up with me. I felt I’d be letting people down if I didn’t
do what I set out to do. I felt as if my parents and the people that
had been supporting me would be disappointed in me if I didn’t perform
the way I’d like to. After eating again and having some sense talked
into me I realized that no one will care if I adjust my goals, and if
they do they aren’t people that I want to be around. I decided that I’d
at least get 315 for the American 6D record and if I felt good after
that I’d do a few “victory laps”. I walked for the rest of the day until
the sun went down then I ran a few miles. I was still a bit
disappointed that 457 wasn’t going to happen but like my friend Tony
told me, “Running 6D races is like making a stew and every new
experience is like a new ingredient for your stew. At first your stew
won’t taste great because it’ll only consist of water and salt but as
you learn and grow more and a few more ingredients are added to your
stew it’ll starting tasting better and better.” Basically, your first 6D may not be great, but as you learn more, they’ll only get better and
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I felt down, my mom would read me messages and show me videos from friends and family. It really helped!</td></tr>
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Day 4- I woke up at the start of day 4 and felt fine physically, but mentally I
was sluggish. Not only did my Dad have to fly out to California for my
Great Grandpa’s funeral but my running high had worn off. I would think
to myself, “I’ll easily get to 315, why not take a break and walk a few
miles later?” It seems like I’d do a few loops then sit down for a
while. The best way I can describe it as a running depression. I felt
great physically but mentally I was wondering why I was still “running
around this God forsaken loop”. I eventually put my big boy pants on,
walked a few laps with a few 6D runners and got over it. A pattern that I
noticed throughout the course of the last three days is that if I
walked during the heat of the day I’d be able to run for a few hours
when the sun went down.</div>
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<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646">Day 5-<br class="yiv5256993129" clear="none" id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2637" />
At the start of day 5 I was finally able to see the light at the end of
the tunnel. It was dim, but there was hope. Something that I had
noticed during the race is since I had only slept 4 hours a day early on
I needed much more sleep later on in the race. I overslept a couple
times because my Mom couldn’t get me to wake up. Day five was very
similar to day 4, I walked during the day and ran/slept at night. I
found that beef stroganoff and meatballs from the aid station kept me
going when I was going through rough patches. I felt really good on
night 5 until about midnight when the sleep deprivation kicked in. It
was like a switch flipped, one moment I felt great then I could barely
keep my eyes open. I ended up going to sleep with only a measly 6 miles
left for the record. <br class="yiv5256993129" clear="none" id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2639" /> </span></div>
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<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646">Day 6-<br class="yiv5256993129" clear="none" id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2641" />
I woke on the last day feeling great, THERE ARE ONLY 24 HOURS LEFT!
After this I wouldn’t have to wake up and worry about how many miles I
had to do before I could go back to sleep. I walked the last 6 miles
(which seemed to take forever), and finally, I hit 315! New American 6D
record! I still had quite a lot of time left in the race so I took a
break while it was hot and went back out. On my first lap since I took a
break I ran about .1 miles out from the aid station when I heard a
noise from one of the nearby trees *CRASSHHH* confused, I quickly turned
around to see a monkey (yes, there are monkeys living in the park)
sprinting across the path. Part of me was ecstatic while the other part
of me was jealous of the 12 hour runners that had just started and got
to see the monkey. The pinkie toe issues that I had developed on day 1
were still bothering me so my Mom decided to switch me into a pair of my
Dad’s Altras might be beneficial. I noticed immediate results. I think
because my Hokas are narrow they were rubbing on my pinky toes so
switching to Altras (which are much wider) quickly resolved this
problem. It’s hard to describe the last 12 hours of a 6D race. If you
think mile 95 of a 100 mile race is thrilling then you should run a 6D. I
felt like every cell in my body was buzzing, 5 1/2 days of anticipation
all leading up to this moment. I was so close, but still so far. It had
rained all week but the worst of it came during the last night. It
rained fat, cold, heavy raindrops all night. It seems like whenever I
put my rain jacket on it stopped raining but the moment I took it off it
started again. At this point there were about 9 hours left in the race
and it appeared like I was pretty safe at 4th male so I decided to take a
nap. I woke up to looking at the results and seeing that the former 5th
place had passed me and was doing 4-6 minute laps (each lap is 1
kilometer, 4 minute lap = about a 6 minute mile)!! I was almost cussing
in my head, how was he running 6 minute miles 138 hours into the race. I
was running at about the same pace as #6 but he was only a lap behind
me. I was just praying that 4th and 6th would either slow down or fall
asleep. After a while, I looked at the results and noticed that both 4th
and 6th had either stopped or went to sleep. Here was my chance to
retake 4th and gain some distance on 6th. I eventually passed 4th and
built an insurmountable lead on 6th, it appeared that they were both
still asleep. It was still raining and my feet felt like water balloons, but
I didn’t care, I wasn’t taking my shoes off until I hit the 144 hour
mark. I walked my last few laps with my good friend Ed Ettinghausen (who
happened to be leading the race) and eventually hit 360 miles. I
reached the timing tent then realized that I only had about 50 seconds
left in the race. I quickly grabbed a flag (to mark my distance) then
sprinted as fast as I could before I was told to stop. I managed to
reach 361.7 miles, 4th male and 5th overall. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The flag that marked the end of my race.</td></tr>
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<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646">As I’m writing this blog (about 5 days post Icarus) I’d like to say
that I am almost 100% recovered. I haven’t been experiencing any
soreness when walking around and if you look at my feet you can’t even
tell that I ran 361 miles. The funniest part about this adventure is the
fact that my socks still smell like the A&D ointment that my
parents put on my feet (even after being washed). I plan on going for a
run tomorrow. </span></div>
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<span id="yiv5256993129yui_3_16_0_1_1448748174802_2646">Thank you very much for all the support. A special thank you to the race directors - Andrei and Claire Nana. I will never forget or stop appreciating your support and the opportunity you provided me at Icarus. </span></div>
ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-65037385067229458132015-02-06T06:26:00.000-08:002015-02-06T06:27:35.365-08:00Getting Back to it - An Update<div class="msg-body inner undoreset" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1423232400757_3177" role="presentation" tabindex="0">
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Dear Friends and Family,<br />
As many of you know I had an awesome first half of the year in 2014. I completed 3 100 milers which included my distance PR, 100 mile
PR, and a podium finish. </div>
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However, the second half of the year was quite
unsuccessful. I ran 2 races (which I ran 50-70 fast miles a week to
train for) and DNFed them both. In the first race (the CYA 100) I passed
a kidney stone at mile 12 and went to the hospital. </div>
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In the 2nd race
(Silverton 72 hour) I had a virus which made me throw up several times
and basically ruined my race. The virus hung on for too long and took away all my energy and motivation. </div>
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Ever since DNFing those races which I
trained so hard for, I was unmotivated and wasn't running. </div>
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As of a few weeks ago, I’ve decided to start running again. I'm going to take it slow by
only doing around 20-30 miles a week and then gradually build up to my
previous strength. To motivate myself I have started looking at two 100
milers that will take place in April and May. </div>
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Also since I haven’t
been running recently I have been neglecting my Facebook page (which I
apologize for) and I will be returning to that and I will try to be as
active as possible. </div>
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I have been chosen as an InkNBurn and Solemates Ultrarunning Ambassador. I will work hard to represent them well in 2015. </div>
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ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-42792079379455733542014-05-25T06:46:00.001-07:002014-05-25T06:46:50.017-07:00Podium Finish and buckle #6! <br /><br /> <br />
The BLU Relentless 100 was definitely a challenge. The course was originally suppose to be a 5 mile trail loop but thanks to some crazy horse ladies removing the course markings, it was changed to a 2.5 mile loop that included 2 miles that were flat and partially sandy and .5 miles of steep rock climbing. At first I was really disappointed when I found out that the course was changing, but it isn’t safe to do a trail race when the are people removing the markings. I mean it would be good training for my future Barkley attempt this wasn’t the weekend to get lost.<br /><br />
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When the race started I was really excited to climb some rocks and see how much it was going to suck at night. Right before I got to the rocks I was having a blast, I got to see most of my California friends and I got to run over this really cool suspension bridge that bounces you up (lets see how long I like that dang bridge). When I started climbing the rocks it was like a dream come true, I could climb rocks as fast as I wanted without having to wait for my sister or parents. <br /> <br />
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Before I knew it I was at mile 20 and was already hating the bridge and rocks. My adrenaline rush made me go waaaayyyy too fast on the rocks, while jumping from rock to rock I messed up my knee. I was forced to walk until my friend Nicole generously gave me some tylenol. Thankfully after walking for a little bit longer my knee felt good as new. Everything went well until about mile 30 when my friend Emilio suddenly stopped running and suddenly hurled his cookies all over the place. Watching him lay down on the ground and just look awful and made me feel bad. <br /> <br />
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As my mileage went up my hatred for the bridge and rocks did too. Since the bridge bounced you up you had put your leg down more which resulted in you having to stretch your leg more which hurts when you are sore. Since it was getting dark and the RD didn’t want me on the rocks by myself my friend Tanya started pacing me. It was nice to have Tanya around because she was upbeat, positive, and made sure I was safe while climbing the rocks. Tanya paced me for about 15 miles and then got tired and went to sleep, so Nicole’s friend Cameron paced me. <br /> <br />
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Things went well until about mile 75 when it started to get cold and I realized that my fingers were covered in cuts (from the rocks). Thankfully 3 jackets and a pair of gloves solved my problems. Cameron paced me a total of 10 miles and then Tanya came back out with me. When Tanya came back out I had good news, I was 3rd male and 4th overall! At the time I was at mile 80 and I had 1 lap on Sarkis (4th male). Sadly though I wasn’t eating enough so I thought that 2 Boosts (bad idea) and a hot dog would fix that. It turns out 2 Boosts at once is a bad idea. I quickly became nauseous. <br /> <br />
At mile 90 Tanya decided she was done so while she was waiting I checked on Sarkis, it turns out he had passed me and was 20 +/- minutes ahead of me! Thankfully my friend and winner of the 50k Patrick Sweeney was willing to push me for the last 10 miles. Patrick was great because he was a lot faster then me so he could push me harder than I could push myself. Knowing that I was no longer 3rd male gave me an adrenaline rush, so I started doing 9-12 minute miles so I could get 3rd place back.<br /><br />
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At about mile 92 it started to rain, the rain felt really good but it made it even harder to climb the slick rocks. While I was going up the hill I saw Sarkis going down, he was moving about half as fast as I was and didn’t look good. Now that I knew where he was I started to push harder. I really wanted 3rd place! Right after I hit mile 95 Patrick and I sprinted past him! We kept running until we couldn’t see him and then speed walked most of the lap. When I hit the last lap I was extremely excited, I only had around 35 minutes left and I had gotten 3rd male back! It was so cool to know that after that lap I could be done! Just to make sure Sarkis wouldn’t catch up Patrick pushed me to run as much as I could. When I could see the finish I took off! It was so cool to get my trophy, BLU Relentless buckle, and the jester 200 buckle!<br />
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<br />Top 5 Relentless Finishers:<br />Jesse Sjoberg- 23:12:59.70<br />Joshua Holmes- 23:49:22.03<br />Michelle Patuto- 24:58:50.34<br />Colby Wentlandt- 25:21:25.87<br />Sarkis Defterderian- 25:53:56.61ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-28836681538667928212014-02-21T15:24:00.000-08:002014-02-21T15:24:25.634-08:00A Sub-23 hour 100 at 13? I Hit the Jackpot! The Jackpot 100 was a blast, I saw a lot of friends and got a huge PR! The course is a most flat 2.38 mile loop that features crushed gravel and concrete. My original goal was to average 15 minute miles, as you read on you will see that I did much better! The race weather was perfect, it was warmer then Colorado and there was cloud cover! I had my friend Terry crewing me and her husband Louie pacing me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the start with my Mom and our friend Rob</td></tr>
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When the race started I was extremely excited, there were so many familiar faces! I wanted to go really fast but my Garmin helped me realize that I needed to slow down. As the race got started, I adjusted my strategy was to maintain 12 minute miles as long as possible and then slow down to 15-18 minute miles during the harder miles. My strategy worked well until around mile 27 when I hit a wall, I didn’t have any energy! A fellow runner (who I didn’t know) solved this by giving me a GU. I later found out that his name is Tony and that he has ran Badwater 5 times! He helped me a lot. <br /><br />
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When I was getting close to 50 miles I realized something... I was going to get a huge 50 mile PR! I also found out that Louie was ready to pace me at 50, my morale skyrocketed. I ended finishing the first 50 in around 10 hours 15 minutes that was a hour and a half PR! Between Louie starting to pace me and a PR I was feeling really good. It was great to have him with me. Louie held my flashlight, reminded me what I wanted when we came into the aid station, talked to me, and was overall positive.<br />
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When I hit the 100k mark I realized something again... I was only 12 hours 30 minutes into the race, that meant I beat my 100k PR by 2, hours, 17 minutes! Tanner, the race director’s son also decided to run a lap with me. It was nice to run with Tanner. We talked about school, his last 5k, and future races. Before I knew it I was in the dark miles... It was late at night I was tired and kind of said forget running I’m walking a lap! But when I hit the aid station I discovered an amazing combination - pumpkin pie and cheesecake worked wonders. I stopped thinking about walking an entire lap and pushed myself to run/walk.<br />
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Something I realized at ATY was that you can run when you are tired. You can run when you think you can't. I focused on that at Jackpot and even when it hurt, I was able to run and maintain my goal pace. <br />
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I decided that I would run 100 steps and then walk 100 steps. My strategy worked well, I could do 15-16 minute miles at mile 80. When things got hard I tried to calculate how long I had left and say something like “only 6 hours until bed time!” I also did things like mix song lyrics and see what happened, playing games in my head kept me distracted from what hurt. Before I knew the sun came up and I was feeling brand new, all I could think about was that buckle and a sub-24 hour finish. <br /><br />
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On my second to last lap I was extremely excited, the buckle was so close yet so far. The last 4 miles of a 100 is like winning the lottery but then getting in an accident and having to wait to cash in the win. When I finally go to the last part of my last loop adrenaline kicked in and I ran hard into the finish!! My final finish time was 22:29:21!! I GOT A 7 HOUR PR!!!! I was overjoyed! <br /><br />Special thanks to:<br /> Terry and Diane for crewing me<br /> Louie for pacing me<br /> My Mom for the bringing me out<br /> And all of my friends and family!!! thanks for all the support! <br />
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<br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-79263978554875389302014-02-05T06:51:00.000-08:002014-02-06T07:23:20.455-08:00Across The Years 2013-2014<br />
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Across The Years was a blast, I got a
huge distance PR and had a great time! In the race you can sign up to run
for 1, 2, 3, or 6 DAYS! The ATY course is a flat 1.05 mile loop around
the White Sox/Dodgers training facility. The aid station is huge. They
basically bring a kitchen to the course and put tents over it. The best
part about the course is there are spots to put tents, cars, and RVs.<br />
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At
the start I was excited, I signed up for the 3 day so it was going to
be my longest race to date. Since it was a flat 1 mile loop my parents
let me run by myself, so I decided to see what I could do. Unlike my Dad
I didn't start off fast, I was pretty proud of myself for being able to
pace myself. I later found out that my Dad had the fastest the first loop! This was
the first race that I had ever listened to music, boy did I enjoy it! I
just kind of cruised along listening to a mixture of classic rock and
Christian music, things felt good and the miles went by fast.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeling great early in the race - photo from Aravaipa Running</td></tr>
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Before
I even looked up I had 20 miles done! To celebrate I drank a cup of Mt.
Dew and Coke :). The best part about ATY is that every 4 hours you
change directions so you get to see everyone. Things continued to go well
until I was about 10 hours into the race and reality kicked in... Woah I
still have 62 hours to go! That was a huge mistake, I was treating it
like it was a 100 and in a 100 I don't really sleep. So my mind
automatically assumed that I was going to stay up for another 62 hours! The mental part is so huge in these long races.<br />
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At
around mile 50 heaven on plastic plate came! Our friend Deb went to
Cracker Barrel and brought us Sunday fried chicken!!! The chicken was delicious and it
definitely made things better. The chicken worked its magic until about
mile 65 when I found several blisters on my feet and things started to
hurt. I have never had blisters, so I was surprised. I stopped in the medical tent to have them taped and then went to sleep for about 4 hours
in our friends' RV. When I woke up I was confused and pretty tired, my
dad kind of prodded me out of the RV and I started going again! I found my Mom and we stayed together for a while.<br />
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After
24 hours were over I had 70-75ish miles and was feeling decent. It was
so cool to see new faces start, it brought my morale up. I didn't really
feel like running so I power walked with friends. At around mile 86 I
was walking with my friend Mark Hellenthal who had done over 100 miles
on an injured leg! I only had 14 miles until I hit 100 but I was hurting, a
lot... I decided to take a brake at mile 87 because my heel hurt, when I
took my shoe off I had spots all over my heel, so my parents decided to
put my foot in the ice chest. The ice chest was bitter sweet, it made
my heel numb but also hurt. The funny part was I was crying/laughing at
how much it hurt and suddenly my nose started gushing blood! I am sure it was pretty funny to watch!<br />
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After
getting blood and ice everywhere, I decided it was time to get going
again, but before I knew it was dark again. I kind of hobbled along
until mile 99 when a big group of people walked my 100th mile with me.
It was nice to have so many people around me, they kept my mind off the
pain. When I saw the start/finish I kind of did an excited shuffle and
finally got 100 miles!! I was extremely tired and grumpy so I decided to
sleep. <br />
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When I woke up I was stiff and didn't think I could get
out of the RV, much less do a couple more laps, but I really wanted to. I
told myself that I would at least walk my Mom's last lap. To prepare
for the walk I would walk a couple of steps and just stand there. I mostly sat around all day. It was fun to watch people go by and have friends stop to chat with me. When
my Mom came for her last lap I got up and walked! It was
funny to look at my lap time and see that mile 101 took 20 hours!!
After my Mom hit 100 she decided to keep walking so I followed her, it
felt really good to be moving again. I was wearing my Dad's flip flops because my feet were still swollen. <br />
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Before I knew it I was at mile 110 my Dad had
his 100 done and they were going to our friends' house to eat dinner and
sleep. Mom tried to get me to leave too, but I wanted to keep going.<br />
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Since I wanted to keep going I walked with our friend Kristen who
had 100+ miles as well. I walked with Kristen for about 5 miles when
she decided to take a break. Since I was feeling good I laced my running
shoes and started to run again!! I was doing about 15 minute miles when
I caught up to my friend Ed the Jester. Ed was 3rd place in the 6 day
and has over 300 miles done!! Ed kept me motivated, we kept up the pace
for around 15 miles when he needed to take a break. I decided to keep
going, I managed to run another 5 miles when the blisters caught up to
me and I started walking again.<br />
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I walked about 3 miles when one
of the best pacers ever decided to walk with me! My friend Fat Boy AKA
Ryan kept me company by talking about hikes, recent races, and movies.
Before I knew it I had 144 miles done and 1 hour 30 minutes left in the
race, I decided to stop and lay down in the warming tent. Minus a lady
hogging the heater the warming tent was nice, I went through cycles of
falling asleep and waking up right before I started to fall out of my
chair. After a while I decided to find my parents, I borrowed a friends
phone and called them. <br />
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I was sleeping when my Mom and Dad told me the race was about over and it was time to get up. My Dad made me stand
up and we hobbled to the showers. The warm water felt so good on my
aching legs. After the shower I felt like a million bucks. I fell asleep
during the awards ceremony so I don't remember very much of it but I
ended up with 144 miles!! That was an official 44 mile distance PR for me! ATY last year was my first PR. This year it was my first 3 day event. I hope we can come back every year. It is a great experience with a lot of fun friends and amazing runners.<br />
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ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-8176593001980778132013-10-30T10:01:00.000-07:002013-10-30T10:01:37.883-07:00Javelina Jundred<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Javelina was not only a 2 hour PR but it was fun! The Javelina course consists of six 15+ mile loops and one 9 mile loop at the end. After you finished a loop you would turn around and go the other direction washing machine style. It was fun because you see everyone else on the course. There were a few hills but they weren’t very challenging during the first couple of laps. The hard part of the race was the heat and the rocks. The cool thing about Javelina is that since the race happens a few days before halloween, lots of people dress up in unique costumes.<br />
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There were about 400 runners, so we were kind of forced to walk the first mile. I didn’t mind since my Mom and I knew a couple people that were running the race. Seeing them was fun. After about 2 miles our friend Rob caught up with us and he was wearing a pirate suit! Running with Rob was funny because every few minutes some one would yell “Arrrr!”. The first lap was fast and very fun.<br />
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We started to slow down a lot during the second loop because it got hot and painful. The heat started to make me lose motivation and things sucked, but I just thought to myself “We didn’t fly all the way from Colorado to drop down!”. One thing that made the heat a little bit better was to put ice and some cold water into my buff and have the cold water slowly run down my neck. The really nice thing about the loops was that the last half of the loop was always down hill.<br />
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The third loop was pretty exciting because I was getting into the big number and the sun was starting to go down so heat-wise everything was getting better. What is really cool about the higher miles is that if feels like people stop doubting you and you morale goes up a lot when you go through an aid station. When my Mom and I hit the down hills we were making great time. We walked most of the uphills. At about mile 43 a bunch of family and friends called my Mom and gave us some motivation.<br />
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Mile 45-60 is a little bit of a blur but I remember it being very dark and our headlamps were starting to dim a lot. It was weird because we just put in new batteries. Since our lights weren’t doing well my Mom and I were constantly stubbing our toes and making weird noises out of pain. If you haven’t kicked a rock at mile 60 when its dark then you are lucky. It makes you lose motivation, it hurts, and it stops your motion for a second, which is the worst part. When we finally hit the aid station we both sat down. We found out I had a pacer that was willing to go out with me for a loop. Because I was taken care of and she was in pain, my Mom called it quits at 100k. I felt pretty bad for her because she had to take care of me and herself which makes running even harder. Luckily there was someone to pace me and help keep me awake through the dark hours.<br />
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The person that paced me was suppose to run the 100 but he got hit by a car two days before the race. (his name is Eric by the way). The nice thing about Eric was that his headlamp lit up the whole trail so I could see everything within a mile. Eric also had a few stories to talk about so I didn’t think about the pain I was in or being tired as much. This loop was nice because I didn’t know Eric before Javelina, so I could talk to him about a lot of things. I ended up getting to mile 75 in about 22 hours so I met the first cut off with around 2 hours to spare. <br />
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Since Eric was hit by a car he wasn’t feeling too good, my Mom managed to enlist another pacer. His name was Jeff. Jeff was like 10 feet tall so when he walked I had to jog to keep up with him. It sucked at the time, but now I am glad that his legs are so long. Jeff had a lot of interesting things to talk about as well. For example, he owns a Christmas tree farm and teaches 5th grade. But the best part about Jeff was that he had bacon. When I would start to fall behind he would grab a piece of bacon and I would have to catch him to get it. Since our walking was super fast because of Jeff’s long legs we got to mile 91 in 27 hours. That meant that I had 3 hours to 9 miles.<br />
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Jeff didn’t let me sit down at the start/finish. I grabbed some food from my Mom and left. At the time sitting sounded amazing but if I sat down I might not have made it. So the last 9 miles were the same course as the other loops but about 6 miles in you cut down to this 3 mile down hill section that takes you to the finish.The 6 miles to the down hill was a struggle. It was hot, rocky, and uphill. It just seemed to go on and on, and since I am colorblind, from a distance I can’t tell the difference between the trail and normal dirt. <br />
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When we finally hit the last 3 miles we took off, which when you are at mile 97 “taking off” is a slow painful jog. When we finally hit the one mile marker I almost cried I was so happy, we had 27 minutes for the last mile! I didn’t even bother to go fast for the last mile I just slowly walked until well, I could see the finish of course! When I saw everyone I started another slow jog and made it!!!! I was quickly handed the buckle and youngest finisher award, someone took a few pictures and I finally got to sit down. It was awesome to finish and get a 2 hour PR but what really made me feel good was that there was a more than 50% drop rate and I actually finished!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buckle and youngest finisher trophy presented by RD Jamil Coury</td></tr>
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Thank you so much to my pacers, Eric and Jeff. The buckle wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t volunteered. If you ever need a pacer, I would love to return the favor!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeff and I at the finish. So happy to have met him</td></tr>
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ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-53094448287912988262013-09-09T20:27:00.000-07:002013-09-09T20:27:30.306-07:00Silverton 1000 48 HourSilverton 48 hour<br /><br />Silverton was a blast! The course is a not so
easy 1 mile loop that features 250 feet of climbing, oh and it's 9300
feet above sea level! Going into the race I thought "oh 250 feet isn't
to bad, that's just a little hill." But when the race started I changed
my mind...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With my sister Mimi at the start</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">beautiful course! </td></tr>
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When the race started I ran, well that was until I got
to the hill. I ran probably 10 steps and was already winded, I thought
to myself "this sucks..." When my Dad and I finally made up all the hills
we took off. Closing in on the start/finish I decided that the trick
was to not run any part of the incline.<br /><br />As the sun went down and I
did more miles the thought of 100 miles seemed impossible. The hill
was just so intimidating, and it felt like it was taking me longer to
finish the mile then it actually was. My mind played a trick on me and
for some reason I didn't feel like I could keep going for another day.
My Dad and I were just trying to stay up and get more miles in. Finally
at about mile 41 we took a little break and my dad called it a night and
asked our friend Mark (who happened to be the race director) to help me
find someone to run with.<br /><br />It was nice to run with Mark and
distract myself by asking him questions about the race. After a couple
miles Mark got busy and I started running with one of his friends named
Willy. Willy was in the 6 day and had about 150 miles done already. It
was cool to run with someone I didn't know and hear his story. At
mile 50 I took about a hour nap because I couldn't keep my eyes open.
When I woke up I ran with my friend Rachel who was in the 48 hour and
was at about the same mile as me. Rachel and I ran until the sun came
out and my parents came back.<br /> <br />Seeing my parents and having the
sun slowly come up again felt great. I just felt encouraged again.
After I did a couple of miles with my Dad our friend Ed also came out.
Ed had already done 100 miles and was trying to get 150 for the 72 hour
male record. Mile 60 -70 went by fast because I was talking to family
and friends a lot since the 24 hour runners had just started.<br /><br />At
about mile 70 Brandon Plate started running with us. Brandon is a kid
ultra runner as well he was in the 72 hour and was at the same mile as I
was. Talking to a fellow kid runner was pretty cool because there
aren't very many of us. At mile 75 it got hard for me. I was hot and tired and
lost motivation with every step. As we came into the aid station my Mom
and friend Deb quickly changed that, they loaded me up with Mt. Dew and
pasta which quickly changed my attitude!<br /><br />Since my dad had gone to
sleep I gained 15 miles on him. My dad wanted to catch up with me so he
sped up and I stayed with Ed. Right after my dad left Brandon's brother Cameron started
running with us too. After the top of the hill we always took a break and
I had a certain stump that I always sat on. So as we get to the top
Cameron takes my seat! Ed's reaction to that was to lift up his skirt
and let a juicy fart come out all over Cameron! After that Ed and
Cameron started having a farting contest, which was a funny but really
disgusting if you smelled it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">75 miles done</td></tr>
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<br />At about mile 95 I heard Mark
yelling "Attention runners there is a bear on the mountain! Do not
approach the bear, I repeat do not approach the bear!" I decided to keep
going and that I could take on a bear if it was in the way of my
buckle!<br />
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At mile 98 I was running in a pack but was slowly getting ahead
of them as my adrenaline kicked in. At mile 99 ran out of the aid
station and very slowly jogged up the hill. It hurt to run, but I
was being fueling with anticipation. When I had conquered the up hill I
sprinted the down hills, I couldn't wait for the buckle. Closing in on
the last .1 I sprinted as fast as I could, my Mom expected me to finish
with the pack so when she saw a single light she was caught off guard. <br /><br />I
finished!!! I couldn't believe it but I finished! My last mile took 20
minutes which is pretty good with that monster hill. After 100 miles I
sat down had some soup and decided to go out for one last mile and make
it a distance PR. I did the last mile the group of friends that I had been running
with and took it slow. I am very proud to have finished 101 miles and coming in second place male, third place overall. Silverton was so fun and brutally difficult from the first step! I will wear my buckle with pride and can't wait to come back next year! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My second 100 mile buckle. Yes, I would have fought a bear for it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friends and the RDs, Sharill and Mark</td></tr>
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<br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-64005913658235337702013-08-13T10:33:00.000-07:002013-08-13T10:42:49.883-07:00Are you familiar with the best running clothes out there?InknBurn is my favorite running clothes company. I like them because their
shirts look cool and don't chafe my skin. The colors are bright and don't fade or change over time. I like that they make kids' running clothes that are really made to run long. <br />
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I am so honored to be chosen as an InknBurn ambassador. The best part about that for you is that I can give my friends a discount! If you want to get your own InknBurn apparel, you can go to
their website: www.inknburn.com, use the code "colbytoldme" to get 15% off!<br />
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I know you won't be disappointed!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I ran 100 miles in my favorite InB 100 shirt!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad was very dashing in his InB tuxedo!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-56056749683836893072013-06-12T10:58:00.001-07:002013-06-12T10:58:58.244-07:00Giving Back to The Running CommunityI love running so much, but there are a lot of ways you can be involved in the sport besides running in the race.<br />
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Have you guys ever been running on a trail and made it to an aid
station without anybody there? Well if you haven't, let me just tell you...
it sucks! During my 100 miler at Ride The Wind, there were several unmanned aid stations. It wasn't nearly as much fun as when I have experienced fun volunteers at the aid stations of other races.<br />
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So when you go volunteer at an aid station or help out a
race, you may not know it, but you probably just made a runner feel a lot better. Volunteers are really part of the running family.
Volunteering can also be quite fun! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">manning the aid station at mile 83 of the Chimera 100</td></tr>
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For example, one
great thing about big races are people cheering near the finish
line. Basically all you need are your hands and/or a cowbell. When people hear
all the noise, their adrenaline and morale are increased and they get a great finish to their race experience. I know from personal experience that a few
people cheering for you and some loud noises really make for a great finish. My friend Ed (the Jester) and I have stayed at finish lines until the final runner comes in. That is always really fun. You should try it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheering for the runners at the OC Marathon in 2012</td></tr>
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Another
way you can give back to the community is by running in someone's name
or by running for an organization. I ran in honor of Pete Mingwah at a few of my races. He was
an amazing runner I met at several races. He was a
member of our California running family and he passed away of a brain
aneurism. I wanted to honor him by wearing a bib with his picture on it. It made me feel good to show his family he was loved by runners everywhere.<br />
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Crewing for a runner is another great way to give back. It
can help a runner get through their race safely. By crewing you are giving the
runner everything they need and helping them get through tough times
throughout a race. I have crewed before and it is really tough work,
but to a runner it is amazing to have whatever you need whenever you
want it. It is also fun to be such an important part of their race success. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Being on the crew for Ed at Badwater made me really want to run this race!</td></tr>
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The last way I think that you can give back to the
community is by pacing. Pacers are amazing, they keep you company and
entertain you. In my opinion the best part about pacers are the fact that
you get to see another living soul that isn't exhausted. Pacers have helped me make bad times in a race not so bad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">pacing my dad at his first 100 miler</td></tr>
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It takes a lot of hard work from selfless people to make a running event successful. If you are a runner and you have never volunteered, you really should. It is fun and rewarding.ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-51695081642400421012013-05-29T09:58:00.000-07:002013-05-29T11:25:23.273-07:00Ride The Wind 100<br />
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RTW (Ride the Wind) was by far the hardest race I have every done, but guess what? I did my first 100 miler! <br />
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The course is composed of three
technical 31 mile loops and one 7 mile loop.</div>
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At
the beginning of the race it felt like my heart was going to beat out
of my chest because I was super excited. My Mom was going to run the first 100K
with me and then my Dad was going to run the rest with me. </div>
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The
first five miles went by pretty fast because it was cool and and we spent time talking to our friend Giovanni and another runner. But after that it started to get
hard. After the first aid station, there was an extremely steep down hill and then it was basically
like running in a riverbed full of rocks.</div>
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The
good thing about getting out of the riverbed was there was some solid
ground. Getting to the next aid station was hard considering it was hot
and we were out of water. As I was running I was starting to
feel good, when my toe got caught under a big rock and I fell and scraped
up my elbow. After the fall I shot back up and kept running, but it hurt
a lot.</div>
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When
we hit mile 20 my Dad and sister came out and prepared us for the
hardest part of the loop, the last 11 miles. They were
exposed, mostly uphill, and it was really easy to get lost. So after
getting lost, and gaining about two bonus miles, we got on the right trail and managed
to make it to the next aid station. There was little water and the heat
was really effecting me, but my Mom managed to encourage me and we made
it to the start/finish.</div>
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As
we ventured the 2nd loop I realized that the hardest part of the race
was the heat, because the hills were not tough at all. I also struggled with the rocks and tripped several times throughout the race. </div>
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As we were getting closer
to mile 50 it was getting really dark, we had to use my Mom's iPhone
for light because we had not made it to the aid station in time to get flashlights. It was really scary until
finally we heard bells and saw our friend Ed with our lights. </div>
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What
really sucked about running in the dark was those dang Joshua trees...
Since it was dark and we didn't have any lights, they looked like people
following us!</div>
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During
the last 11 miles of the loop I felt awful. We had gotten lost again
and that added mileage. I was exhausted. I got discouraged, but Ed and my Mom helped cheer me up. </div>
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We ended up finding a main
road and we finally made it to the aid station. Ok... so lets get a few
things straight now that we are more then half way done with my
journey... The last 38 miles were NOT easy, in fact they are the hardest
part in my opinion! Since you have gotten this far I am not going to
sugar coat it! My Mom said the night part was hard, and boy was she right!</div>
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Now
that I was running with my Dad and Ed I was exhausted. A mile felt like
10 miles and I felt really tired. By far the worst part of that loop
was that awful riverbed, it was dark so it was hard to see the rocks and
I wasn't lifting my feet up very high so I stubbed my toe numerous
times. </div>
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The one thing I found really nice about the last loop was that
the glorious sun was coming up!! As the sun came up my energy slowly
came up too. It also helped that my Dad and Ed made a game out of the trail markings. We came up with some unique ice cream flavors. You probably would have had to been there to understand!</div>
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I
went a little faster when I was starting to realize that I was almost
done! Although I was getting tired it felt really nice to see the mile
20 aid station. At the aid station I ate a donut and slept for a few
minutes before heading off again. The good thing about the sun coming up
is the recharge of energy you get but the bad thing is that it gets
hot...</div>
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Boy
did it get hot on the last 11 miles! I started bonking again. The only
positive thing I can recall from the last 11 miles is the fact that I
was so close to that amazing buckle. My pace seemed to increase slightly
as I got closer to the start/finish. When I hit the start/finish I
basically got an anxiety attack, I was so excited. After that loop the only thing between me and my dream buckle was the last small 7 mile loop.</div>
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The
last 7 miles hurt a lot, but people came out to help me. The first 3 miles were all uphill, and the rest of it was
flat and rocky. About 4 miles in my knee just started burning and it
made me walk even slower. I was just really ready to be done! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad and I on the last loop</td></tr>
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On the last little stretch my Dad and I
start running! Our friends made a human tunnel for me to run through and
I got the buckle!! </div>
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It didn't take very long for me to feel normal again after this race. I can't wait to do it again!<br />
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BLU was super fun! I did 50
miles, so I had 112 miles for the week. The race was really nice because
we slept in cabins right next to the course. The course was pretty nice too because it was flat and was
only 1.78 miles long so you were far from the aid station.<br />
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I was signed up for the marathon, but Ken, the race director said I could do more miles. The
day before the race I was feeling pretty confident that I could do 100
miles, but what I didn't realize is that my body was still
recovering from the 100k the week before.<br />
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When the race started I was feeling really good. I had some minor pain in my shoulder, but it didn't last long. Since
my Mom was still sore from her 100 miler the weekend before and couldn't really run, she decided to walk. Trust me though, it is a really fast walk! I spent a lot of time early in the race with my dad because he felt good and we ran a lot. As the miles went by I started hurting. The pain just got worse
but I was determined to get at least 50 miles. When I hit about mile
30 I found out that my friend Matt who is 13 and was doing his first
marathon won his age division, this made me feel pretty good.<br />
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When
I reached about mile 40 I had this really bad side stitch that wouldn't
go away so I walked to mile 44. Since it wouldn't stop I laid down
for a while. After several hours, I woke up and the pain was gone, so I
put my running gear back on and went out to find my parents. Honestly they looked really bad,
so I decided to walk with them. The last six miles were pretty nice
because I didn't really have any pain and I was with my Mom and Dad.<br />
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Although my original goal was 100 miles, I was pretty happy with 50
miles considering that I did my 100K the weekend before. During the race
I was a little bit disappointed that I didn't get 100 miles, but there is always next time!<br />
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Overall BLU was a great race and I
would recommend it for your first ultra distance because the race
directors, course, and volunteers were amazing.<br />
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Razorback was so much fun! It was my first 100k and I got my first <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1363269417_0">buckle</span>
there! The course is a 2 mile loop and it is pretty flat. The only
really bad thing about the race for my Mom and I was that the drive to get there was 7 hours
long! <br />
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Right before the race started I was very nervous and
excited, it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I had a
feeling that I would be fueled by Mt. Dew, soup, and anxiety, like at <a href="http://www.amilewithcolby.blogspot.com/2013/01/across-years-2012.html">Across The Years</a>.<br />
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I was glad when the race finally started. Our good friend Ed The Jester ran with us for about 10 or 12 miles but then he
left us to run his own pace. He just took off he was going super fast. At about mile 12 I had to go to the
bathroom 3 times, my stomach was starting to hurt. It worried me a little bit. <br />
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After a few
more miles my stomach stopped churning, and thank goodness things started
getting better. My confidence was going up and I was starting to feel
really good as the day went by.When I started approaching mile 30 I got
really excited because I was already half way there, but that is where
it starts to get harder for me. I started to ache some and get tired. My mom had me eat more and slow down our pace. After a while, I felt better. <br />
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Later, my Mom had a bad tape problem and
her toe was just ripped up and looked pretty bad, but I was doing pretty good. When the sun went down my Mom and I still
kept around the same pace and we found out that we had an hour to do 2
miles for a sub 12 hour 50 miles. That was a nice little morale boost that helped my
mom and I feel a little better.<br />
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The next milestone for me was
mile 56, that was what I ran at ATY. I was anxious to get passed that distance for the first time. The good thing was I wasn't
doing the death march, I was still going pretty strong. After I hit 56
an 11 year old kid ran a lap with me, he had done a half marathon
earlier but the farthest he has ever gone was a 50k. It was fun to talk to another kid runner. Along the way I was happy to share several laps with our running friends. It sure makes the time go by faster.<br />
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During the last lap
anxiety for that buckle started to kick in and I started to run
faster. Ed and our friend John were running with us. All I could think was, "I am about to
get my first buckle!!!" The finish line was in sight and I ran as fast as
I could. When I hit the finish, my emotions started flooding in. A
phone was handed to me, and I was happy it was my dad talking and I had just gotten my
first buckle!!! <br />
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After I finished I fell asleep in our car and
woke up to seeing a bunch of people huddle around my Mom to see how
nasty her blisters were. She finished her 100 mile race while I was sleeping. It was fun to celebrate with everyone.<br />
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Razorback was a great race and I suggest it if
you are going to try to run your first ultra run Razorback, because of
how easy the course is and they have great volunteers and food.<br />
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ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-57699952307377315942013-01-03T14:06:00.000-08:002013-01-03T14:06:26.187-08:00Across the Years - 2012My First Official Ultra-Marathon!<br />
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I did my first ultra-marathon at Across The Years. Across The Years is a 24,48, or 72 hour event (I chose to do 24 hours). The course is a 1.05 loop and you switch directions every 4 hours so you don’t get bored of it. I was really excited the morning that my race started, my goal was to do a 100k which is about 62 miles. My Mom and Dad had already been running for 24 hours and were doing great! In the beginning I started out way too fast. “I am doing 62 miles, not 13.1” was the thought that reminded me to slow down.<br />
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I was supposed to be doing 13 or 14 minute miles but I was doing 10 minute miles instead, that made my 10k time about 57 minutes! That was definitely too fast so I decided to walk half of the next loop with a 9 year old that was going for 50 miles. He looked like he was having a blast. <br />
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At around mile 18 I ran up to my Mom and Dad and found out that my Mom was at mile 100! She also told me that to win the female division for 48 hours she only had to do 30 miles, so she might have a chance to win. This happy thought made me ignore my aches and run faster. At about mile 26 I was having weird pains, for example if I bent my knee too much pain would shoot up my leg which really hurt. I finished the first marathon just under 6 hours so I was keeping a decent pace. <br />
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After the first 50k I realized that every step I took was a PR, because this was the farthest I had ever ran! I was feeling pretty good at mile 35, but that ended when I realized that for a 100k i still had 27 long and hard miles... When I hit mile 40 I walked a little bit with the 9 year I was talking about earlier, I found out that his name was Liam and the farthest distance he had ever ran was a marathon too.<br />
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Miles 45-50 really kicked my butt. My legs were super tight, I was some what cold, and I was pushing to finish 50 miles in under 12 hours. At the beginning of mile 49 I passed my Mom and Dad and this is the conversation me and my mom had:<br />
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Mom- Colby why are you crying?<br />
Me- Their tears of joy, I have 20 minutes to finish this lap then ill have done 50 miles in under 12 hours!<br />
Mom- Go do it! <br />
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I ended up finishing the first 50 miles in 11 hours 55 minutes, I did it! After that I walked 6 miles with my Mom and was really hurting so I sat down in the warming tent with my grandma. I waited until it was midnight and watched the runners do a “victory lap” to celebrate News Years, and well, I noticed something... our friend Michael Miller was wearing a diaper! I laughed at it until my Mom came back. When my Mom got back I got up to finish my 100k, but my legs were so stiff that I was basically walking like a penguin, so my Mom made me go sleep in my tent. <br />
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My Dad said that while I was asleep I was rolling around saying, “just one more loop”. Sadly, I couldn't finish the 100k but I did 56 miles that is more than double the farthest I have ever ran. <br />
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By the way here are my family's results: my Dad: 103.95 miles, My Mom: 137.52 miles she got first place in the 48hour!, Me: 56.7 miles. ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-31880791132115152712012-12-28T08:08:00.001-08:002012-12-28T08:08:20.065-08:00My Birthday Marathon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Birthday marathon was a blast! It took place on November 29th, my 12th birthday. It was a 6.55 mile loop we ran 4 times. I was a little bit nervous because 26.2 seemed like a massive amount of miles. Since this was my first marathon, my mom would run the first half with me and my dad would run the second half with me so that I would never be alone.<br /> <br />
When the marathon started everyone stayed in one group so there was plenty of things to listen to during the first lap. During the middle of the first lap I was starting to cramp up just a little bit, the idea of me cramping at mile 3 kind of annoyed me because I still had 23 miles to go.<br /> <br />
When we hit the aid station I took a few pretzels and a Mountain Dew and took off. Right after that I realized that listening to some talk about races and what they have endured really helps for you to kind of ignore pain. After we made it to the turn around I felt great and was thinking that the next loop was going to go by really fast with my dad and Ed pushing me.<br /> <br />
After the second lap we started flying and Ed said that our average mile was 11:06, the thought that I might get under five really helped me not to walk. I was really starting to hurt, after the turn around we did a lot of walking. When we were about .5 miles out from the aid station I started cramping a lot it kind of felt like my stomach was being tied in knots.<br /> <br />
Most of the cramping went away after about a mile of running, when we were about two miles away from the aid station I saw my science teacher Mrs. Rickards jogging and that kind of gave me something to think about. When we were almost at the turn around I had to go poop and almost right after I said that Ed found three pieces of semi clean pieces of paper towel. So after a few minutes we found a good bush and well... lets just say I went. <br />
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At about the last mile Ed told me that I only had a mile to go and that I was going to get under five hours if i kept my pace, this made me run a little faster and made me a little emotional. When I saw the finish I could hardly breath because I was so excited :). In the end my finish time was 4:51, I broke 5 hours!<br />
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Thank you to everyone that came. It was the best birthday ever!<br /><br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-47105367711892465952012-11-08T11:39:00.001-08:002012-11-08T11:39:28.320-08:00Long Beach 13.1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /> Long Beach was a blast! The Long Beach half marathon course is awesome, most of it runs by the beach so you can smell and see the beach for several miles. Since I hadn’t ran a half in a while I use a little nervous so I just decided to have fun and not try to PR. <br /> <br />
At the start of the race I heard Rudy Novotny say “Runners set....... GO!!” I felt pretty good at the start, I was hoping it will stay this way! Boom! The first mile went extremely fast, the course was pretty flat so I decided to make my strides longer. After a while I slowed some so I wouldn’t cramp or have any other problems.<br /><br />
At around mile 5 I passed a 10 year old. He said that this was his first half marathon and that he felt like he was going to throw up. I ran with him for about another half mile then he had to stop and walk so I kept running. At mile 6 we started to run on another beach, and I heard two of my friends coming by Andrea and Chris, they were running the marathon and looked like they were doing great!<br /> <br />
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I was hurting when I hit mile 8, it felt like I had knots in my stomach but I wanted to keep up the pace so I could get a few of those doughnut holes my Mom said would be at mile 9! I passed Joe Taricani from the marathon show at about mile 8.2 he looked like he was having a blast out there!<br /> <br />
When I hit mile 10 I was feeling pretty good so I decided to pick up the pace. Mile 11 and 12 went by super fast but the last mile was slow and painful. My cramps came back and I wasn’t feeling good.<br />
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When I was getting closer to the finish line I started hearing Rudy yelling and I decided I was going to go all out once I saw the finish line. When I saw it I sprinted like someone was chasing me, but wow I definitely felt it when I crossed the finish and stopped.<br /> <br />
Long beach was amazing! if you didn’t do it this year you should definitely do it next year!<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When Ed “the jester” Ettinghausen got accepted to run he asked me, my mom, my dad, and four other people to crew for him. We were very excited. Ed also made us wear skirts! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ed started at the back while everyone went out fast and he was like a fisherman just pulling in and passing the people as the time and miles went on. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At about mile 41 we were driving to the next checkpoint to get some ice and popsicles when this huge dust devil came in front of us and all we could see is sand I didn’t see it coming so it kind of freaked me out. After going through the dust devil we passed these massive sand dunes. I can only imagine how hot that sand is.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At night most of the runners were climbing around a 7,000 foot hill and the temperature dropped down to about 45 degrees! When me and my mom stopped in front of the pacer van I would lean out of the car and cheer and then have to get back in because it was so cold.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After we got ready we went to were the race staff was setting out times and we would cheer for the runners and every once in a while one of the staff would come out and yell something along the lines of “Here comes elite athlete ....” It would kind of shock me when they came out because I never heard them coming.When Ed made it to mile 122 he looked terrible and you would have to yell at him for him to talk to you, I felt really bad for him.</span></div>
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ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-24477673742072853122012-06-05T13:15:00.001-07:002012-06-05T13:15:25.452-07:00Why Do You Run?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />People ask me all the time why I run. My friends don’t understand why I love it so much. I run for the feeling of accomplishment, I also run because I like to look at a medal in my house and say “Hey I earned that.” Another reason I run is because of the adrenaline and endorphins that run through my veins during my run and after. My parents run and I like to be like them. I run to have fun. Some days I run to be slow, other days I like to be be fast. I run just to run. <br /><br />My running goals are to do a marathon when I’m 12, a 50 miler when I’m 13, and a 100 miler when I’m 14. <br /><br />
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What are your running goals?ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-39327630588838530482012-06-05T12:56:00.003-07:002012-06-05T12:57:06.356-07:00An Accidental Ultra-MarathonerJune 2nd didn't go as I had planned, but it turned out a lot better!<br />
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It started with the Fontana Half Marathon.<br />
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The Fontana Half was awesome! The Fontana half is almost all down hill so it is a great PR course, the only downside is you are not allowed to walk :(. The half starts at 3,300 feet above sea level so you had to take a bus up to the start. There were around 2,000 runners and my age division was 15 and under, so I had a chance to win my age division! My friend Kent took me to the start and I was excited! <br />
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Boom! the race had started and we were running down hill, so I knew this is going to be a fast course! As I was running I heard someone yell, “good job we are at mile 3 and we are running a 7:12 pace!” Wow I’ll run out of energy if I keep going this pace. At mile 4 I saw the first person looking for walkers, hopefully he doesn’t find anyone! At mile 6 we were basically down the hill and we were heading towards a gas station when I heard someone say. “he passed me again! its ok when they are older, but when not when they’re his age!” I started thinking about this for a while and laughed to myself.<br />
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At mile 8 I was starting to pick up my pace since there wasn’t anymore hills to go down. A lady ran by me and said “Wow, you are going to be an elite athlete one day!” Just this thought brought me to mile 13 where I saw my mom and sister and sprinted to the finish! In the end I finished in 1:54:34 and I came in 4th place in my age division! First through third place were all fifteen years old.<br />
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After the race, we decided to go and help my friend Ed with a 100 he was doing at the Riverside Relay for Life. When we got there I decided that I was going to do 7 miles with Ed so I’ll have 20 miles for the day. Ed was running on a .25 mile grass loop around tents, kids, and a stage. <br />
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When I finished the 7 I sat down and my Mom and (Ed’s wife) Martha said “Now you only have 6 miles to go for a marathon!” I knew that they were just teasing me but since I felt great, I got up and did 6.25 more. After that I thought to myself, “if I’m going to do this I might as well run until my mom makes me stop.” I ran another 5 and was feeling no pain except for a slight ache in my legs, but thats normal. Sadly I had to stop and go home to feed my dog Cooper =(. I was surprised I ran so far.<br />
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Including the Relay for Life and Fontana, I ran 31 miles!!! To add on to that I felt great! Running 31 miles was painful at times, but after I finished, I felt very proud of myself. I can’t wait until I get to be an official ultra-marathoner! <br />
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<br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-40491325997620054832012-05-29T10:12:00.002-07:002012-05-29T10:12:23.634-07:00Nanny Goat 2012<br /> <br />
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Nanny Goat is a blast! The Nanny Goat course is a 1 mile loop, and you can sign up for either the 12 hour, 24 hour, or 100mile race. Nanny Goat is basically a party the whole race =D. I wasn’t running the race but my parents were doing the 24 hour race! One cool thing about Nanny Goat is that you sleep in horse stalls which are in a barn or outside in your tent. The best part about Nanny Goat for parents is you can drop your kids off and they can play with all the other kids.<br /> <br />
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I made 5 signs for the race with different goat jokes on them, I would go about .1 out on the course and cheered with a cow bell and a few of the signs. The good thing about cheering is that it is not only fun but it helps the runners when they are going through pain. After about 2 hours of cheering I went with several of the kids and we went and bounced on the trampoline and cheered the runners while bouncing! Probably the best part of playing with the other kids was swimming =D we swam for about an hour and a half.<br />
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After swimming me and my friends Dylan, Gionni, and Noah cheered and brought out water bottles for the runners:). Just before the 12 hour mark my mom and dad had just crossed the 50 mile marker! And my friend Ed “the jester” Ettinghausen had done 60 miles! Several times during the race I got the opportunity to pace my mom, dad, and Ed. I ran 12 laps total.When I was getting ready for bed an extremely nice runner ran up to me and gave me a bag of M&Ms and said thank you for cheering, this really made my night.<br />
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So I woke up at around 7:00 AM and got out of my tent to see my parents finish their 80th mile! My parents ran 80 miles in under 23 hours!!! When my mom took off her shoes i saw several blisters the size of marsh mellows, AKA battle scars :)! For all the crazies out there if you have a chance sign of for Nanny Goat, you won’t regret it! <br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-968817700607085142012-04-09T11:24:00.000-07:002012-04-09T12:40:50.483-07:00Hollywood Half Marathon Race Report<br />
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The Hollywood Half was AWESOME! The Hollywood Half was an inaugural race, it is also directed by Ken Nwadike. Ken is runner himself and has a pregnant wife who’s name is Sabrina. Ken let runners pick a lot of factors of the race like what the medal should look like, or what color should the running jacket be. Ken also extended the race deadline in respect of parents running with strollers. <br />
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Miles 1-3 were fairly easy for me because the road ran through Universal Studios City Walk so there were a lot of lights to look at and entertain you while you were running by them. The other good thing about this part of the race is its all down hill :) and I was running around 8 minute miles!<br />
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At the beginning of mile four I felt something in my bladder.... Oh No! While I was waiting in line I saw a few homeless people and I suddenly heard my friend Jessica yell “Come on Colby!” And I decided I could hold it. Jessica and I were running about 8:20 minute miles now since the course wasn’t down hill anymore and there were some ups and downs.<br />
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WOW! I just saw the lead runners they both looked like Kenyans and they were about a foot apart! Thats going to be a close finish!<br />
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At mile 7 I was still running with Jessica and she was talking about her crazy quest to do 30 marathons in 30 different states in one year! And then I asked her about the Boston Marathon and if she is going to do it and she said “Yes” and showed me how to drink from a water cup while running. At mile 10 I had to stop and walk for a bit because I was having cramps and it was effecting my breathing.<br />
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“here comes the hill!” I said to myself. Around mile 11 the aid stations ran out of water cups, so there were groups of boxes with gallons of water in them so runners could open and drink from them. Thats a real time killer if your going for a PR (personel record). As I was getting closer to the finish, somebody yelled “Only half a mile to go!” When I heard that I put my head down and ignored my legs screaming in agony. In the end I finished in 2:02 and placed 24th in my age division (19 and under)!<br />
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<br />ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-44072500475584581892012-03-26T18:36:00.001-07:002012-03-26T18:38:50.662-07:00Run The Marina Half MarathonRun The Marina is AMAZING! Run The Marina is directed by Charlie Alewine Racing (CAR), the races are inexpensive and very low key. The Half marathon course is three big loops and the marathon is six. The first part of the loop goes around a fire station then goes through a neighborhood until you reach a turn around and go back to the aid stations. After that you run by a HUGE marina and you run up a bridge and then turn around.<br /><br />Its 6:00 A.M. and I’m looking around seeing if I have a chance to be in the top three runners because the top three get trophies.<br /><br />1, 2, 3 GO! I took off running in the front with my friend Deo (Deo has earned ten stars in the Marathon Maniacs several times and has done about three hundred marathons). I was feeling pretty good until I reached the Marina and felt like I was going to have to stop and barf in one of the trees.<br /><br />Mile 4-8<br />I lost Deo after the first four miles and a girl doing the half marathon started getting closer and closer so I decided that I was going to try to lose her so she isn’t any trouble in the home stretch. Swoosh! I just passed the half way point and the girl was creeping up. Once she got next to me we started talking to each other and we would ask each other questions like in your opinion what is the worst part of the course? At mile seven I lost her and again I was close to the aid station, good I had enough time to grab water.<br /><br />Mile 8-13.1<br />I was in first by a land slide from mile nine to ten but I was losing energy and the wind was strong so it felt like I was running with weights on my shoulders and it was harsh. Now I was at about mile 11.5 and another runner came by and gave me one of her GU chomps mmm apple I was chewing on those until mile 12.5 when I started going a bit faster and the girl was in sight but I was well ahead of her. Right when I saw the finish line I put on my warrior face and started sprinting. Bam! I finished in 1:56:14 coming in first place!!! I just won a half marathon! and I beat second place by about 2 minutes and third place by about six minutes. I was overjoyed when I crossed the finish. I was the only person under eighteen at the race and I just won it !!! <br /><br />After the race I hung out at the aid station with Charlie, my dad, and my sister. About two hours later, Deo came in he finished in three hours forty four minutes and won the marathon! Deo was ecstatic that he not only did a sub four hour marathon, but he won the marathon too. <br /><br />Shortly after Deo finished the marathon, a Jeep was pulling out of its parking spot and a Moped came flying by and hits the Jeep and the Moped rider flies over the Jeeps hood and landed hard on the cement. Charlie called 911 and me and my dad rushed over to help him, his whole body was fine except his knee, the paramedic said he had a soft tissue injury.<br /><br />After the accident I ran on the course to look for my mom so I could finish with her. She was at about mile 26 when I caught her and we finished the race together. She finished in 5:19:40 :) it was her second marathon of the weekend. It was a great day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILJGysdW0fIQob4b4G4Gu1HnLixeuulvBIRCWjNw5K2KUzCQXZO19J_yU1uIK5Ea-filhhtoROIEdRXqtoPiBbBci_M8uuWlrzsrhpOedgHrTfrB2dNKx1UOSZ3GOG67fjaXljm2EXIc/s1600/colby+and+deo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILJGysdW0fIQob4b4G4Gu1HnLixeuulvBIRCWjNw5K2KUzCQXZO19J_yU1uIK5Ea-filhhtoROIEdRXqtoPiBbBci_M8uuWlrzsrhpOedgHrTfrB2dNKx1UOSZ3GOG67fjaXljm2EXIc/s320/colby+and+deo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724385017367831826" /></a><br /> Deo and IShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-15223443820951254972012-03-12T10:31:00.003-07:002012-03-12T10:41:16.069-07:00San Diego Half Marathon at Petco Park Race Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizN99JuJTHdBVRQ9M_gNoLsyM_pr4-i6qlzs6XqjNQ1IwZdxxQi_cLkGkwvV2gJ8e9wJNs6j7p5Jdi2xFdISAUHHxymDVekZ3i0ld56l0zyDCYL5EBDIULZJZ_m9Qym-BrlevaJllA-W8/s1600/DSCF0486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizN99JuJTHdBVRQ9M_gNoLsyM_pr4-i6qlzs6XqjNQ1IwZdxxQi_cLkGkwvV2gJ8e9wJNs6j7p5Jdi2xFdISAUHHxymDVekZ3i0ld56l0zyDCYL5EBDIULZJZ_m9Qym-BrlevaJllA-W8/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719065993087415522" /></a><br /><br /><br />The San Diego Half at Petco Park is AWESOME! The start is right outside Pecto Park and it runs through downtown San Diego. The course is almost all flat except at mile 8 where there is “a growth opportunity” that lasted about 3/4s of a mile and then the last three miles is all down hill so you can have an ‘epic’ finish, as the race director said.<br /> <br />Mile 1-4 were probably the worst miles of the entire half which is strange because its when you normally don’t feel pain. Right when I passed the start line I took off like a gazelle running for my life and made sure to get right in front of the people taking pictures just in case they were good :). At about mile two I had severe side cramps and I was forced to do kind of a run/walk so I would run for about five minutes then walk for about ten seconds. As I run/walked past the fourth mile marker I noticed a bunch of guys working on building a ship and as I ran by I wanted to stop just to sniff the cedar wood mhhh! <br /><br />At mile 5 my cramp was gone but I had random pains springing up from no where and I slowed down because there was someone with an iPhone playing music and it kind of helped me ignore my pain and keep moving. At mile eight the so called “growth opportunity” came along and I could hear people moaning “oh no.....” But I was ready and I wasn’t going to give up on my goal and for some reason I started going faster then before. <br /><br />Woot woot I finished the hill! Now the rest of the race is all down hill which wasn’t too good. The thing about going down hill is that you're tempted to go super fast down and when you do that, you burn your quads and your feet feel like their being torched. Now the finish line is in sight and I can hear Rudy Novotny yelling “you’re all about to finish in one hour and fifty minutes!” As I came down to the tunnel to get into Petco Park and to finish I started to get a little bit emotional because I just beat my dad’s half marathon personal record! I finished in one hour fifty-two minutes and fourteen seconds, I beat my dad’s record by six seconds! My dad said I am officially the fastest one in the house.<br /><br /><br />After the race I cheered at mile 13 for a while until mom came to take me away from Ed the Jester who was cheering too so I could meet Meb (he won first place in America’s Olympic trials marathon). Meb told the audience in Petco Park that you should never let anyone look down on you and say you can’t do this you or can’t do that and that you should always follow your heart and chase your dreams. After Meb’s speech he came down and my dad yelled his name and he came over to us! He asked me if I did the race today and asked how fast I did it and Rudy told him that he better watch out for me :) Meb said "you're going to be fast when you're older!" It made me ecstatic. The San Diego Half at Petco Park really made my day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31Pn2gnFWYHkWQCpONvyyFO2dcsmDV2RyiG7DOoS7kWQQ-mf-48AeyFduXGAxnKqzUSa3HmoB08S4fG25mOFbJqXsYteTxjwgLTztPrYVuvVMXUaAl7SiwOGTpJgV3Ha9T9c4n_Q15Kc/s1600/DSCF0498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31Pn2gnFWYHkWQCpONvyyFO2dcsmDV2RyiG7DOoS7kWQQ-mf-48AeyFduXGAxnKqzUSa3HmoB08S4fG25mOFbJqXsYteTxjwgLTztPrYVuvVMXUaAl7SiwOGTpJgV3Ha9T9c4n_Q15Kc/s320/DSCF0498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719066543171677842" /></a>ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800148656827541220.post-73368555040363556932012-03-07T17:31:00.002-08:002012-03-07T17:42:28.703-08:00Finish Chelsea's Run 5kFinish Chelsea’s Run is a race that was set up to honor Chelsea King. Chelsea was an amazing student and athlete. When Chelsea was 17 she went out on a training run on a park trail when she was suddenly attacked on the trail she was running on. <br /><br />The Finish Chelsea’s Run was developed to raise money to support Chelsea’s law. In Chelsea’s 5K sunflowers surround the start/finish and the people cheering have signs that show Chelsea’s words to live by like “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams” - Eleanor Roosevelt. <br /><br />There were 6,000 runners and in the beginning of the race my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. <br /><br />Runners set... GO! I heard Rudy Novotny yell at the start (If you don’t know Rudy he is known as the voice of America’s marathons). I was running with the elites for about a minute and 30 seconds. I was doing this race for time. The course itself runs on a street road and at mile 2 there is a rolling hill that ends at about mile 3. Right at the beginning of that hill you run by trees and when I ran by the aroma of trees surrounds me and I was engulfed by the experience. It reminded me of the looking out my backyard in Hawaii and just breathing in the fresh air. <br /><br />At around mile 2.5 I experienced a “little” hill. The hill was extremely steep and I hugged the side to walk about half way through it. As got closer to the finish line I started to here people cheering and I heard Rudy yell “5 seconds left do you want to break 22 minutes?” Right when I heard that my body went on auto pilot and my body took over i started sprinting like someone was chasing me “5, 4, 3 ,2” right before the clock said 22 minutes I finished! When I finished to race I took off and ran to mile 3 to cheer for runners before anyone could stop me. In the end I finished 4th in my age division and 122nd over all.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F1FxcU0DiEz6Ec052NOrQtqiKLEcBA9wPFsYqvqvx7NTzhFUrIGpzZ7c2znY51qgWn1sPwHmXbhQzOps0_PHEoHk6juKKug2JpqqT0A218D3XFQ5i6E71Ve-eEvmTe13wAWlUvEBpN8/s1600/IMG_7108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F1FxcU0DiEz6Ec052NOrQtqiKLEcBA9wPFsYqvqvx7NTzhFUrIGpzZ7c2znY51qgWn1sPwHmXbhQzOps0_PHEoHk6juKKug2JpqqT0A218D3XFQ5i6E71Ve-eEvmTe13wAWlUvEBpN8/s400/IMG_7108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717335326006547330" /></a><br />-With Rudy and my Mom after the race-<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia68Sj5pidmRJhrLToJL6k73bduQkPrGqfWKCi433VuurO8EzdC4m-T6D0Xslgi56zYMRyDnEzGrADshGw9cZqW8xDJ2baLBlUZ1W2TLO6-AF4iqZ9jnMkYPKhoy26TuB3gHDr3GUSTM/s1600/IMG_7097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia68Sj5pidmRJhrLToJL6k73bduQkPrGqfWKCi433VuurO8EzdC4m-T6D0Xslgi56zYMRyDnEzGrADshGw9cZqW8xDJ2baLBlUZ1W2TLO6-AF4iqZ9jnMkYPKhoy26TuB3gHDr3GUSTM/s400/IMG_7097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717334861778801794" /></a><br />-My Results-ShawnaRunshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12652307260396292202noreply@blogger.com5