SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK (jk totally I need sleep) aka Cleveland 10K Recap

A few lessons in “how NOT to show up for a race and expect to run fast”

… all mixed in with a, “I don’t care because being home was great and OH<3<3<3”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I don’t usually have a problem with the time change when I go back to Ohio – my internal alarm clock is so busted it doesn’t care what time it is. Until this weekend.

I was pretty disappointed when I found out there weren’t any 3am bonfire ragers being planned in my honor and people had “things to get up for in the morning”, but it was good because each night I found myself head-to-pillow at a respectable time.

Like the mature adult I am pretend to be.

tree

what do you expect to happen when there are buschy pops and low-hanging branches??

Except I COULD NOT shut my dang brain off! The whole trip! I don’t care what we’re having for lunch or who’s pitching Sunday or what the capital of Mumbai is or what the course record is or when season two of Nashville starts!

NO! DON’T GOOGLE THAT!

*opens hulu+ app and watches season finale*

For a self-proclaimed “controlled narcoleptic”, it was like my only super power (being able to fall asleep, at will, wherever and whenever) was broken. And as I watched the clock tick all the way through the 1am hour with a 3:30am race day alarm set, I knew I was in trouble.

alarm

cletweet

spoiler : IT’S NOT

Thanks to never committing to full REM sleep, I went through my morning routine feeling alright. Peppy even. Dance-party-in-the-parking-garage and delirious energy had me thinking maybe ZZ’s were over-rated and I’d have a great race as we walked up to the start…

cle1

mel, mom, spectator/driver gram, and cousin soaking in the magic of one of the worst franchises in NFL history…

We had plenty of time before the race, so I busied myself chatting with everyone and bumping into 1) an old softball coach, 2) an ex-boyfriend and his new wife who doesn’t like me, 3) a few friends from high school, and 4) the boy I got caught making out with on the back porch with in 10th grade. Luckily mom doesn’t remember that as vividly as he does. (still scarred, he says)

Anyway let’s fast forward – pee x3, half start, pee, warm up, 10k start.

I lined up in front of the 7:30 pace flag, knowing the crowd would undoubtedly be slower than my 7:25 goal pace. I was probably 50m or so from the front? It’s usually a fast field (lots of prize money) so I figured I was good.

WRONG SO WRONG OMG WHEN ARE PEOPLE GOING TO LEARN HOW TO LINE UP AT A RACE?!

We started uphill and I plowed over 100* people in the first 100 meters, and continued throwing ‘bows at WALKERS 1/4 mile in. Excuse me for the F-bombs I littered Lakeside Ave with, Cleveland.

*possible exaggeration but not by much

elev

map

foolproof way to make sure you don’t go out too fast – a start line hill and front-row walkers

Anyway, the short of the race is this : Feel like crap from mile one (despite eventually getting some space to open up and stretch out), try to believe crazy erratic breathing and lead legs mean you’re doing it right (ignore being :30s off pace),swear off 10Ks forever, swear off Ohio running forever, barter with “you can walk through the next fuel stop!” (which never came, thankfully), and praise the lord race director for a downhill finish, without which I most definitely would NOT have PR’d.

cle3

Cleveland 10K, 5.19.13   -   :47.43 (*New PR)

Yeah, there were a couple hills, a seemingly never-ending cross/headwind, the route was boring as shit, and I didn’t sleep. I managed a 20ish second PR and felt like absolute hell the whole time.

To quantify my ”I know I can do better” disappointment, I ran only :01/mile faster this weekend than I did for the half at Eugene. (more than twice the distance) Soooooo YEAH. I’d say “go get ‘em next time!” but truthfully I have no desire to run another 10K anytime soon.

Or run on 90minutes sleep again. Unless it comes with a big white van and slap bracelet.

The good news is, the day was salvaged simply by being in Cleveland. We got to celebrate a bunch of great races including my mom and cousin’s first 10k, I met some cool people (hi Kaitlin, Leah, Christy, and Allison!), and I got to do something I love. Even the not-so-great races are better than no races, which I sometimes frequently need reminded.

Oh and there was baseball. AUTOMATIC WIN.

game

Love ya, CLE.

Sarah OUaL

Hey Cleveland, I’m Here

Hi! I’m in Ohio!

photogirls’ dinner immediately upon arrival = must

Just a regularly scheduled trip home, “conveniently” sandwiched around Cleveland Marathon weekend. I’m running…

the 10k.

Sure, the “OMG MUST BOSTON QUALIFY NOOOOOW” hype had me considering a cram-sesh to run the full, but the odds of me finishing it 1) injury-free 2) fast enough and 3) without wanting to murder myself weren’t very favorable. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the seven marathons I’ve run it’s to respect the distance. Sure, some people can roll out of bed and drop a 3:30 NBD, but (obviously) I’m not one of them. When it’s time to really put down that BQ attempt I want to make sure I toe the line having done the prep right – all the work, sweat, tears, and “seriously I hate love hate love running” a goal race deserves.

Plus I’m pretty excited to check another race off the CLE list. Looks like next year I have to come back for the 5k (or borrow someone’s child for the kids’ run.)

So if you’re in CLE this weekend half or full’ing it and want a cheerleader let me know. I’ll have my cowbell ready for you. Unless I die trying to sprint 6.2 miles. Then you can all fight over my Nuun stash.

cleWhy didn’t anybody tell me “OMG 10Ks are THE WORST!!!” when I signed up??

Oh and on that note next weekend I’ll be heading back out to Ojai… to run the half. Yes yes YES I wanted redemption on that course, but alas, see above.

Happy weekend!

Sarah OUaL

Operation Nuuntini

Our friend Bob (the one that married us, remember?) was in town last week from Ohio. He’s like a grown up little kid – full of endless energy, the ability to chat up anyone, and an infectious happy-go-lucky disposition on life. You could throw him in the bottom of a well and he’d find a way to entertain and enjoy himself. Not that we did that, but I did drag him to the track with me once so I guess that’s kind of the same.

Anyway, after a healthy breakfast and long hike through Laguna Canyon we came back to the house and Bob declared it the “perfect day for a margarita!” followed by, “can we go out to the beach? do you have a frisbee we can throw? wanna play catch? watch me do a handstand!”

bob

boys being boys, fueled by nuun and tequila

It was the PERFECT opportunity to bust out the Nuunarita recipe, which got two big thumbs (& a frisbee and baseball mitt) from Mr Activity.

And with that the inspiration to test out the liquorability of the new Nuun flavors was born…

nuuntini1

cherry limeade, lemonade, watermelon

The next day I employed Kristina as my sous chef – for second opinion tasting, note-taking, and because she had a bunch of awesome mixers and snacks. No mixology experiment is safe without the aid of salty carbs.

You can quote me on that.

action

hard at work emptying bottles

We came up with a couple SOLID winners, perfect for summertime. There were a few more after these but we stopped taking pictures or measuring anything and truth be told a glass of lukewarm bathwater would’ve been fine with a heavy-enough pour of vodka in it at that point.

So here you are. A few new nuuntail/ nuuntini/ “low-guilt except maybe what you do after them” cocktail recipes.

watermelon daiquiri

Watermelon Nuun Daiquiri

Mix a strong batch of watermelon nuun and freeze in an icecube tray. (Shoulda stuck popsicle sticks in a few – maybe next time.) Crush by hitting the shit out of them inside a ziplock with the back of a wooden spoon. I’m sure the neighbors were seconds from calling the cops, especially when paired with the maniacal giggling coming from K and I. Dice up some fresh watermelon, about an even amount as the nuun cubes, and combine in blender with a heavy shot of rum.

Add an umbrella and a Kenny Chesney song for optimal effects.

lemon sunrise

Lemonade Nuun Sunrise

One lemonade tab in ~6oz water (that’s less than half a pint glass), splash of an orange-y juice (we used mango tango naked), and a two-count pour of tequila. Stir, add ice. Slowly pour a little grenadine down the side so it sinks to the bottom and looks really fancy. If you drink carefully it’ll stay there and you can dump it out because aint nobody got time for weird syrupy stuff when there’s tequila to be had instead.

Cherry Limeade Chaser

(no photo because it’s a tab in plain old water and I’m confident you don’t need visual help to make that happen)

When the daytime boozing kicks in and naptime sounds better than rallying to meet your friends out, take a cherry limeade shot. The caffeine (as much as a cup of coffee, I think) will give you a boost for round two and c’mon you know you’re supposed to be putting back a non-alcoholic bev between drinks anyway. We’re not 19 21 anymore…

(or maybe you are, in which case, enjoy it while you can bitches.)

cheers

Sarah OUaL

I was not compensated for this post and no one even offered to come over and make breakfast for my slightly-hungover self the next day. But the good news is I was the most hydrated hungover ever!

The Pacer Game – Practically Quantum Physics

I used to HATE running with people. Any people. I ran alone 100% of the time. I hated feeling like I was slowing someone down, or going too fast for them, or how embarrassingly out of shape I felt heaving words out between breaths in an attempt to on-the-run conversate.

margot

Margot! Remember the first time we ran together? I’m surprised you came back.

But slowly, mostly out of desperation to make friends when we moved to CA, I came out of it. Somehow it became easier to talk mid-stride, and falling into a universally-approved pace became second nature. I started really enjoying running with people.

Anyway, there’s been a lot of talk lately about in-race company and pacers. Susan just ran her friend’s first marathon with her, and there was Super Pacer Mason who pushed no less than 7 different people through parts of the Eugene course.

I didn’t mean to get wrapped up in the hype, but this weekend I got a taste of the pacer game at the OC Marathon. Accidentally. And MAN, who knew it was so complicated??!

SkinnyRunner and Kristina were being marathon bosses and running the marathon “for fun” after both crushing Eugene last week, and I decided to fix my long run into the course since their “easy pace” = “a pace I can almost-sort-of-barely hang on to”

After an hour I got bored of them needed a break. I stopped to wait for Monica who was just a few minutes back when Nicole ran by and said my name. We’d met at Eugene, where she’d been gunning for a BQ but ended up having to pull out early (her story HERE).

from Nicole’s recap – fitnessfatale

We were around mile 18 and although she looked good that’s always a scary place in the race.

“Want some company?”

“LET ME DRAFT OFF YOU”

Aint nobody got time for extra words at mile 18. I’ll let her tell the runner’s side (HERE), but I’ve got some thoughts from the impromptu “pacer” point of view.

Thoughts From a Pacer’s First Date

1) It is a very helpless feeling not knowing how to help. I wanted to ask a million questions – ‘is this pace ok? do you want me to run in front or beside? do you want me to tell you a story? do you need anything?’ – but that is a) annoying and b) bad for energy management.

Had I ever run with Nicole – hell maybe talked to her more than twice – it would’ve been a little easier to sense what she wanted or needed, but god damn those miles were the most stressful ever! Pacing is tough shit.

2) I’ve come up with four different approaches towards the pacer/run buddy. It’s hard to tell how your runner will respond if you haven’t tried them out, like a fart joke on a first date. Ideally you’ll have some experience together to get an idea, but remember no one can fully predict how their brain will react in the pain cave. So if your angry little mile 20 friend isn’t responding to your pom pom cheers, maybe try one of the others :

  • Distraction

This is the “just talk to me, tell me a story, read the phone book, recite the pledge of allegiance just for fuck’s sake take my mind off this pain” approach. Likely nothing is actually being processed so feel free to ramble nonsense or deep dark secrets – just make noise.

SR pam I

Pam and I with SR at her 50K last year – the machine doesn’t NEED help but said the company made it more fun

  • Sherpa

The take-away-all-of-the-thinking approach. Let them run like that hot football player no one knew how they got into college – all body, no brains.

me mason

Mason providing course intel and of course hydration support while my brain vacationed

  • Affirmation

Your runner is a self-conscious headcase and needs reassured they CAN hold this pace, they CAN finish, they ARE NOT going to die? Or they’re announcing their permanent separation from running due to irreconcilable differences and needs reminded why they’re putting themselves through this ridiculous self-inflicted torture? Remind them of the training that got them here – that they are prepared, capable, and damned if they throw away all those early Saturday wake up calls to quit with 10k to go. Maybe add a little pat on the butt for good measure.

K me

K delirious at mile 25.9 

  • Tough Love

It’s “suck it up, buttercup” time. No really. Move your ass, don’t you dare let this person pass you, there’s no crying in running. They might hate you at the time, but they’ll thank you later.

Eventually.

mon sr

SR giving Monica a little cattle prod to a huge PR at the OC Marathon

Keep this in mind next time you agree to jump into a run or race with a new friend. And trust me, you’ll get to see a real rough side of your friend in those late miles.

Brace yourself.

Sarah OUaL

Where the Magic Came From

And now, for all the fun things in Eugene where I didn’t wear a bib or have Clif Shot caked to my face.

An homage to everyone/thing that made HugeEug Part 2 everything I dreamt it’d be (& much much more)…

  • These Girls; for being the easiest-to-get-along-with roommates equally dedicated to running hard and celebrating hard – and for falling asleep after me if any of you snore

huge1

kelli, robyn, sad kristina, me, meghan, sweaty

  • Oiselle; for making this group of strangers feel like sisters, and supporting our sport so whole-heartedly

huge3

sophia getting a mile 9 five, lots of birds at Ninkasi post-race celebratin’ (source, source)

  • (relatedOiselle Cheer Squad; for brightening up the hardest parts of the course with your endless energy – teammates, friends-of-friends, and anyone with an easy-to-read name on their bib “yeah, Joe! go orange shorts!” 

huge4

mile 16 – bubbles, cowbells, chicken hats, (unpictured) banana suit – (source)

  • Em & Meghan; for your inspirational pints & planks performances, and for cheering your absolute hearts out even though I know both of you would’ve KILLED to have traded your cowbells for timing chips

huge5

yes, we ARE all impressed with the sideplank cowbell (source, source)

  • Pro Compression; for letting me hang out in the booth a while and for making the perfect orange sock to match my singlet

huge6

code “BLG13″ for 40% off  + free s/h on any marathon sock or sleeve

  • Every person that said hi (or shouted during the race), for being so nice and making feel super cool. Also thanks for not making fun of how I sound in person. Loved putting so many @____’s with faces and hearing race reports instead of reading them! Oh and sorry to grey-shirt-girl-at-mile-16, who I yelled “I told you NOT to wear that shirt!” at… I hope you had a great race!

eug courtney

thanks for taking our picture, courtney <– new BQ’er, btw

  • Nuun; for hydrating so many runners/cheerers/boozers to all-around PR-caliber weekends

huge11

if it’s good enough for a 3:17 marathoner, it’s good enough for me (tell K you want a guest post about her race!)

  • (related) Mason; for another year of perfectly executed and SERIOUSLY HOW WERE YOU IN ALL OF THOSE PLACES AT ONCE magical pacing duties for so many. I suspect you’re already getting requests for 2014…

huge10

with Molly at mile 16 en route to a killer PR (source)

  • The Internet; for “introducing” so many rad people, and for making this group shakeout run on Pre’s Trail happen (& Robyn the former native for guiding us bc I fa shur would’ve gotten us lost)

huge8

Pre’s Trail with new running friends – can this be every Saturday, please!? (source)

  • (related) House 2; for hosting the pre-race carb fest

huge1

Corey, Steph, Molly, Laura, Holly, and Allison

  • Lauren Fleshman; for being an inspiration to women and runners everywhere, and taking the Oiselle “boob heat” off me for a sec.

huge9

she has like, national records, and stuff. and a baby growing inside of her. and obvs I think we’re BFFs now. oiselle bio

  • Meggie & Jocelyn; for being the funniest little glitter tattoo Mary Kate & Ashley twins and providing endless entertainment

huge16

Or as that guy on the course says – “Thank you for being YOU!” (cc: Holly and Monica)

  • Picky Bars; for the awesome post race party and not unsubscribing my club membership after spilling IPA all over your tablecloth.   * p.s. The new flavor is coming! Success! Pre-order/back HERE if you want some

huge18

Steph you’re so cute and no that’s not the speed goggles talking (source)

  • ALL OF THE OREGON BREWERIES; for providing so many delicious liquid carbs, the premium fuel in which OUaL runs best on

huge12

some of the Day 1 haul

  • (related, sort of) The VooDoo Donut worker, for “donating” that late night we’re-lost-trying-to-find-our-car-but-hey!-here’s-voodoo!-let’s-go-in! snack when I didn’t know it was cash only and only had card

huge19

whatever it was you let my no-cash-carrying mouth have was delicious (source)

  • Verizon; for honoring an early upgrade so I can replace my nuun-soaked dead iphone

huge20

until then ol’ Flippy and I are getting our T9word on

  • My Photo Memory (ok, w Mason’s help); for memorizing the course map and clocking 13.09 miles garmin distance (NO I’m not claiming the course was “short”, I’m claiming I ran fucking awesome tangents)

huge21

  • And the biggest ‘thank you’ to Kristina; for being the best training partner, travel buddy, and friend. Running that last 1/4 mi with you into the chute was probably the best part of my weekend. I’m so proud of you and can’t wait to see what you do now that you actually know how damn fast you are. And I’m tearing up again…

huge24

huge25

(source, source, source)

And thank you everyone from HugeEug, for unknowingly letting me steal all of these photos.

Have a nice weekend – good luck to everyone racing, long running, cinco de mayo’ing, whatever!

Sarah OUaL