Markemmanuel

The first four weeks of Chicago Marathon training has come to a close. I learned a lot in the past few weeks. Each piece of knowledge will definitely improve my training.

The new program I am using keeps it interesting and challenges me on different levels. It’s a foreign way of training to me. I logged miles during my first two years of running. The new program incorporates speed workouts of many forms. I’m blessed to have my brother train with me. He guides me through the new running exercises. Having a partner to train with helps me keep the demons at bay. If he weren’t there, I might have cut short a training session or had a cheat day (or three.)

I’m adding another layer to my training, On the hamster wheel, I felt my shoulders rolling in. My core was unable to keep up with the pace my leg and goal set. Other muscle groups attempt to compensate and fatigue from the extra load. Every muscle needs to contribute equally to keep my form. I want to be fast and strong for the Chicago Marathon. I want to run happy. I also want to look good too. The lower half of my body looks like the legs of a training Spartan in the movie 300 while my upper body looks like Olive Oyl gained some weight. Disturbing indeed. Therefore, I’m adding resistance training to my regimen.

I discovered how important sleep is for daily recovery. My mood and performance swings with the amount of sleep I get and how I wind down. I decided to limit my availability at my job to keep my training and sleep schedule regular. It seems that I receive the same amount of hours when I was in school and my almost completely open availability I have now. A limited availability will make me less crazy as it’s one less thing that I have to keep track of.

I eat more when I stay at home. If I attempt to stay awake, all I do is eat easily assessable junk. I eat when I’m bored. I eat when I’m stressed. It’s like an alcoholic at an open bar. So, I decided to spend more time at Borders, Starbucks, or the library to write or read. I’ll spend a few dollars on a Javakula but the calorie hit is much lower than if I were at home.

I closed out the first four weeks of training with the Stampede Run 5k/10k in Arlington Heights. Interval, hill, and tempo workouts paid off. I went out too fast for the first mile, my legs and back had that cramping burning feeling. I ended the race with a personal best despite the warm weather and the stench of lawn fertilizer.

The next four weeks begins with a trip to Austin, TX. My friend Danielle plans on attending a graduate school out of state so I’ll be visiting University of Texas with her. Vacations and trips are a dangerous time. It’s easy to justify the extra calories or the lack of training. I’ve made a commitment to stick to it while I’m on the road. I found a 10k on our way to Austin called the Toughest 10k in Texas. It’s part of Lampasas’s Spring Ho! Festival.

I hope everyone is progressing with their training or injury recovery. I hope to run with all of you soon. Have fun. Live well. Run happy.

Ensuring freedom and independence is a long battle. The sacrifice is high but the rewards are endless. The thirteen colonies fought five year long years before ensuring freedom from England. They faced many ups and downs during until the United States of America was formed to ensure freedoms and rights mentioned in the Declaration of Independence. Personal freedom and independence is no different. During my one year review of my life, I found myself disappointed.

I did not gain as much ground as I wanted. Demons climbed out of the woodwork, rapped against my skull, and attempt to claw inside. There’s much work to be done. I stepped back to reflect on what work and what didn’t. I looked around for inspiration. I sought out reasons why demons start to haunt my thoughts again.

Running has rewarded me in the past year. I gained some of the self-esteem I was lacked. I strengthened my resolve. It provided me physical and mental health benefits. I feel have a better body image and I am happier as a whole. I rely on other people less for my happiness such as a girlfriend or a friend. My mood hasn’t fluctuated since I’ve been consistently training. My body feels better. Many people that haven’t seen me in awhile say I look slimmer. My legs look hot sexy. It’s my only confidence booster in life.

Many of the things that trouble me are inter-related. They feed off of each other. School, finances, and my home life tear me down quickly.

Fear, self-doubt, and other demons brought back bad habits and poor decisions. I did poorly in class and dropped others. I couldn’t handle negative self-talk. I spent more time at the library battling negative thinking than discovering new knowledge and ideas. Learning the material in school became a burden. Here’s the funny thing. I love learning new things from books in the public library’s stacks. If I becomes formalized education, I fall apart. This summer is, in a way, my Valley Forge. I need to fine tune existing skills and hone new ones. I plan to register for two classes this Fall to test my skills and adapt them.

Money is a tool we use to barter for things we need or want. W hat we decide to do it dictates if it good or bad.  The credit card companies are collecting interest from me that should be going towards my dreams. Bad decisions haunt me and I kick myself everyday, twice as hard when a bill is coming do. My goal before the summer ends is seeking a full time job to supplement the money I’m already earning. Once I accomplish this, I can start saving for school. Seeking for business opportunities to temper risk of working for someone else. The opportunity needs to flexible enough to travel wherever I live. I do not want to be tied down to one place very long. I want my options.

Living with my parents is a very draining affair. It’s cheaper than renting a studio apartment but is it worth my sanity? There isn’t much I can do with living at my parent’s home except avoiding the place. A six dollar mixed coffee is much cheaper than rent or going insane. I am also looking at colleges outside of the Chicago metropolitan area. I want to be far enough not to be tempted going back to a place that familiar and un-nurturing. After running the Illinois Marathon, I made attending University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign as my goal. Everyone I’ve met enjoys the university, it’s far away from my parents domain, and they have what I need, the academics, the atmosphere, and the inspiration. I just need to prove to them that they need me as a future alumnus. There are other schools I am looking at but attending this school is my top priority.

Reaching for my dreams is an ongoing process that I need to continuously work on. Before I get there I need to free myself of demons that inhibit my progress and find ways to overcome roadblocks. Actions today create a brighter tomorrow.

So there are a bunch of numbers floating and zipping around in my head.  I threw them into online calculators.  A few interesting results occurred at the end.

I ran the 2010 Soldier Field 10 in 1:28:51.  The McMillan running calculator projects that my marathon time would have been 4:08:51.   My 2010 Illinois Marathon goal was 4:10:00.  Mission ‘virtually’ accomplished.  I can crush 4:08:51 in real life.  When I mean crush.  I mean CRUSH.

A venti Java Chip Frappuccino from Starbucks with no whip cream is 440 calories.  I love them so much, I’m incorporating them into my marathon diet as a long day treat.  I love my mom’s cooking too.  I’ll make room for that! Yum.

During my food splurge last week, I gained 7 pounds.  I’m just under 200 pounds.

I want to lose 30 pounds before the Chicago Marathon. That is an average weight loss of 2 pounds a week. I want to buy new clothes and not waste money.

To lose one pound of excess fat, I need to reduce or or burn roughly 3500 calories less each week while keeping fueled for my training.  This means reducing my calories by 500 calories a day. I’m keeping a food journal to keep track.

The number of daily calories I need to consume is roughly 2350 (assuming I have an inactive lifestyle) in order to maintain my current weight.

A weight change calculator predicts, I can run a marathon over 4 minutes faster if I lose five pounds.  I wonder how much faster I’d run if I were 30 pounds lighter.

To qualify for the Boston Marathon in my age group is 4:10:59.  The qualifying standard for the 2012 Olympic Trials is a “gun time” of 2:19:00.

At the end of this exercise, I know one thing for sure.  The only person I’m competing against is myself and my last personal best.  I am my harshest critic but also my biggest (and many times only) cheerleader.  Memories haunt me and fear stops me cold when I see these numbers.  It stops me in my tracks.  I gather my self and push through those fears.  I do my best to run my life with courage.  “Run happy.  Run free.  Run with courage,” I tell myself. “Run.”

Summer launched on a great note.  Beautiful weather. Beautiful place. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.  The Soldier Field 10 was my almost perfect.  Bike the Drive. The Chicago Blackhawks won the first two games of the the Stanley Cup finals. 

Soldier Field 10

It all started Saturday morning.  The birds sang.  While the sun struggled to wake up, I popped out of bed.  I didn’t get the sleep I wanted but I felt good.  After Matthew, Patrick, and Lou got their things together, we headed off to Soldier Field 10. Getting to the Chicago lake front was quick and parking was a breeze.  We had plenty of time to warm up, stretch, chat, and stretch some more.  I didn’t see my supervisor and her husband.  I didn’t have her cell phone number also.  Did they over sleep?  Will we ever see them on this busy day?

I loved how Fleet Feet Chicago set up the starting line.  The starting line was split down the middle.  To the runner’s right was corral A and to the left was open corral.  It was different.  It was better.  It was a good use of a traffic barrier on the road.  It allowed the crowd to leave the starting line in a smaller grouping as the road narrowed as it went under McCormick Place.  

Where I stood in the corral was a jaw dropping view of the Soldier Field’s colonnades framed by trees standing guard along the road, blue skies above, and anxious runners waiting to be unleashed on the course.  I felt unusually good.  As we neared the starting line, I found my supervisor and her beau.  They jumped in with us.  My supervisor as my brother and I our pace.  She told us to go on ahead so her beau (J), my brother, and I left her behind.  We ran as a group for the couple of miles.  Traffic broke us up.  I felt REALLY good and decided to abandon the plan.  When the group broke us up again, I sped a bit up.  Matthew caught up and told us our pace has been increasing.  We lost J in the crowd.   I swore I heard his laugh at around mile four but I couldn’t find him.  Ultimately, he finished over two minutes before me. 

It just felt good that day.  My brother helped me manage my run.  I ran happy.  I ran free.  The race didn’t feel crowded like other races I’ve entered.  Yes, I cramped up after drinking a strong Gatorade but I ran through it. Matthew told me he’ll be leaving my side after mile seven.  I told him to run sexy.  He pulled away from me.  “I’m so close!” I thought to myself. I kept Matthew within my line of sight and slowly caught back up to him.  I pushed it harder hoping he would follow.  I looked back and saw he didn’t follow suit.  It was just me.  Soldier Field continued to grow larger in the horizon. 

I returned to the place we started.  An awful lot of people were huffing and puffing.  The crowd was tired.  The fifty yard line was within reach.  I started hooting, hollering and clapping my hands to get myself and everyone excited to get on the field.  I has extra to throw it into another gear as I entered the field.  I crossed the finished line and someone patted me on the shoulder.  I turned around expecting my brother and saw bib number 900 extend his hand for a hand shake and said something positive.  That quick moment was the highlight of my race. 

I found Matthew at the finish line, Lou floating around outside, and Patrick searching for us.  We relaxed and took a photo to celebrate our finish.  Later that night, the Chicago Blackhawks won game 1 and I discovered that I ran the event in 1:28:51, just enough to qualify for corral A.

Bike the Drive

For a second straight day, I woke up before the sun.  Patrick was kind enough to drive Matthew and me to Grant Park for Bike the Drive.  We rode south to the Museum of Science and Industry.  I must say, the volunteers on the southside seemed much more excited and into it than volunteers on the northside.  I might consider living down south.  I took a few great photo perspectives while riding.  I just wish I had one with me and my brother.  It was a blast riding a carless Lake Shore Drive.  It’s something I definitely want to do again. 

After the ride, a co-worker told me she leaves us at the end of June.  It made me think a lot since then.  A Blackhawks win prevented me from getting all ‘emo’ about my life.  I’m glad she’s leaving.  She’s following her heart.  I need to do the same.  The theme for this summer will be building a foundation and create the path towards what I want. It’s been in the back of my mind for a while.  Thanks Tiff for bring it to the forefront of my life again.