America's Most Stressful Jobs 2012

I blogged about a similar article last year but The National Institute of Occupational Safety and Health puts out a list each year of America's Most Stressful Jobs. The 2012 list came out last week. Airline pilot is #3 behind enlisted military solider and firefighter. I won't speak for The Pilot but yes, there are very stressful aspects to the job. I think the scheduling, long hours, trying to work against the internal body clock, etc are what bug him the most.

Want to know what bugs me the most? This article says that the average airline pilot is making $103,210. Say what? They must have only averaged the captains that have been working for the same airline for 20 years. Surely they didn't take into account the regional airline first officers that have been with one company for a handful of years.

I'm not complaining about The Pilot's pay. We are both employed and make enough to support ourselves comfortable so I'm happy as a clam about that. What I'm complaining about is where on earth did this article get their information? I've blogged about his hourly rate before (HERE and HERE) and I just have a hard time computing in my head how the average pay is 6-figures. Yes, senior captains with major airlines are certainly making 6-figures but there are a heck of a lot of regional airline pilots (captains and first officers) barely making minimum wage when you factor in the number of hours they are on duty. I'm just saying the averages are lost on me but this article also give a misconception to the public about pilots in general.

Just my couple cents on that. :)

A Super Spectator's Goofy Challenge Report: Day One

It's hard to believe that it's been a whole year since I completed the hardest endurance event of my life so far. I did my own write up on my Goofy Challenge experience last year but The Pilot also wrote about the Goofy Challenge from the spectator point of view. He was a super spectator and followed me around on the course while I completed the first 1/3 of the Goofy Challenge. Check out his adventure....

January 8, 2011:

At 2:20 A.M. the alarm on my phone started beeping. Time to get up to start getting ready for some super spectating. Desperate for something to wake me up, I decided that I needed some caffeine. Yesterday's Magic Kingdom experience left me feeling dehydrated and weak, and although coffee probably wasn't good for me in this condition, I felt I had no other choice. The room had a coffee maker, but it's condition wasn't the greatest, drinking something that went through it didn't seem like the best idea. I would have to get my caffeine fix elsewhere. Out the door of the hotel room and into the morning air, I walked along the long balcony that led to the elevator. Bright lights shining up at the building blinded me, and I walked weaving left and right like I was drunk, eyes squinting, trying to make sense of the weird things around me. The "resort" we were staying in had was decorated with pop culture icons of the last five decades, as well as Disney characters from movies of each era. My journey led me past giant dogs, and fifty foot tall yo-yos . . . all very surreal, and a little frightening when you're not really awake yet. The Food Court opened early for the marathon crowd, and at 2:35, I was one of the first to arrive. I was very aware of the fact that at this cruel hour of the morning, I was the only person in the place wearing blue jeans. All other non-employees were skinny, tanned creatures. . . mostly men, and all wearing flimsy running gear of some sort. These I figured, were the hard core runners. Who else sits on the floor doing stretches, surrounded by empty tables, chairs, and booths? Realizing that beverages were obtained after paying, I stumbled half awake over to the cash registers. Before I got there, the young clerk noticed that I was not of the same breed that was bending and bouncing nearby. "Would you like some coffee, sir?" He was a little too cheery for me, especially since it was ridiculously early in the morning. Even though his attitude put me on guard, I went ahead and made small talk with him.
"Are you here for the race?"
"Yeah," I said while leering at the scantly clad bean poles, "but as a spectator."
"Oh," he said with a smile. "Some people have been coming in here, and they didn't even realize we were open this early today. They just happened to be walking by, and saw that we were in here, and decided come in for something to eat."
His happy demeanor made me fearful. How long until he snapped? It was clear he had been drinking a little too much of the kool-aid. I recognized it from an experience the previous day, when I was drawn into the vortex of this strange place, and barely escaped with my sanity. Had this been an airport, at this extreme hour of the morning, I would have expected him to jump over the counter and stab at me with a plastic spoon for simply making eye contact. It wasn't normal for a minimum wage employee to be in such a good mood at this time of day. I quickly paid and moved away with my little styrofoam cup. Because of the lack of people in the Food Court, any movement caught the eye of the runners. As I filled up my coffee cup, I turned and saw the looks of horror from the bending, stretching men nearby. No coffee for them I guess. Back into the chilly morning air, and once again stumbling along the sidewalks, between identical buildings, while trying to find my own. Ultimately I came to it, but forgot about the elevator. I climbed up through a giant bowling pin instead, staring at my feet, eyes mostly closed as I went up the steps. After fumbling for my keycard while trying not to spill my coffee, I slid it into the door, only to see a red light above the slot. I silently grumbled to myself, thinking that my key card had stopped working. I inserted it again, and was again presented with a little red light. This time I let out an audible sigh, and raised my tired head for the first time since starting up the stairs. The room number in front of me started with a "4", but our room was on the third floor. I had gone too far up the stairs. Inside, a family was probably cowering in their beds, thinking that at any moment a sleep walking zombie was going to kick down their door. Eyes wide open now, realizing my mistake, I moved away from the door and back toward the bowling pin as fast as I could. Surely they're on their phones calling the front desk for security! Run! . . . but don't spill the coffee! It'll leave a trail for them to follow! As I reached the third floor, I slowed down a little. The door gave me a happy green light when I slid my key into it, and I pushed it open. Inside, Amber was sitting on the bed nervously eating a little bowl of cereal. The previous night, we had both collected things to eat for our early morning departure. As an airline pilot, I'm used to making do with what little some hotels have to offer. In this case we had no refrigerator, so I converted one of the room's trash cans into a cooler, filling it with ice to keep our food cool. As Amber grumbled about her stomach, I tried my coffee. Too hot, and not much time to drink it either. The room was a flurry of activity as we both got ready to leave. I'm used to getting up this early every once in a while for work, and am able to somewhat function despite a lack of sleep and a body that doesn't want to cooperate in any activity unless it involves sliding back under the sheets. Amber wasn't fairing so well. I ate some food, and filled a couple bottles with swamp water from the bathroom sink. Finally ready to go, we went back out into the morning darkness at 3:15. As we walked past the giant dog, Amber summed up our prerace jitters. "I feel like I'm being led to an execution."

In the main building of the hotel, I waited with our bags while she made a last trip to a real restroom. It would be nothing but portapotties and bushes until we returned to the hotel. In the lobby they had been playing music from the 60s, 70s, and 80s. As I nervously waited for her to return, Creedence Clearwater Revival was echoing through the large room.
♪
"I see the bad moon rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,There's a bad moon on the rise."
♪

Wonderful.
Amber returned, and we moved outside to the front of the building, where a bus was waiting to take racers (and me) to the Epcot parking lot. We slowly made our way through the line, and eventually found a couple seats near the back of the bus just after 3:30. The ride to Epcot seemed slow, and nervous laughter and conversation filled the air. The parking lot at Epcot was filled with people. We got off the bus and joined a large river of shivering racers moving toward the staging area. Up ahead, searchlights circled in the sky, and the thudding beat of dance music pounded through the air.
The crowd all filed into the noisy area across a red carpet, and between four pillars that made up the entrance to the fenced in area. Amber had arranged to possibly meet some of her friends at the T-Z tent, providing that they had time to kill. We found a spot to sit at the back side of the tent at about 4:04, and commenced eating bananas. Amber also ate most of a bagel while I nervously stood along side. We spent the previous day walking around in parks, and since I was sore from it, I preferred to stand rather than try to sit on the hard asphalt.
After sitting around for about forty minutes, and with no one coming to meet us at the tent, Amber decided to head for the start. She walked away from me wearing a black trash bag, carrying one last banana and a half a bottle of water. Lost in a sea of people. I was on my own now, and in mostly unfamiliar territory. Determined to get good pictures to bring home, I decided to make my way over to the start line viewing area, hoping that all the good spots weren't taken yet. I felt like I was doing a half marathon of my own while I walked in a small line of people back across the parking lot. Eventually there was a small gap in the trees that separated the Epcot parking lots from a nearby highway that the racers were going to be on. The walk took us away from the start line, through the trees, and then back toward the start along the highway. Ultimately, my journey ended near the start line, but not quite all the way there. I was stopped by the fencing that kept spectators off the road and away from the corrals where the racers were getting set up.
Even the start line itself was obscured by vehicles that were parked in the median of the highway. Since the view was lousy, I decided to move back along the highway, hoping that I could make a better escape once the race actually started. Originally there weren't that many people around me, but as the crowd thickened up along the fence, I became surrounded by a family that didn't have the same sense of personal space as I did. I couldn't tell for sure what language they were speaking, but it was clear to me that they weren't locals. So there I stood for about 45 minutes, getting bumped and battered, elbowed and shoved, but refusing to budge from my spot along the fence. From where I was standing, it was fairly easy to hear the race announcers working the crowd. From what I was able to gather, there was a simultaneous half marathon going on in Baghdad at the exact same time. They announcers cut away to a live feed from Baghdad a few times, talking to the soldier that had organized it. He and his wife had previously done the Disney half, and this time he would be running it in Baghdad while she ran in Florida. Pretty cool that they were able to do that. The thought of it was just enough to create a warm fuzzy feeling to balance out the frustration of being elbowed in the ribs and leaned on by strangers.

All this time I was unaware of when the race was actually supposed to start. I had a general idea, but I'm pretty sure they started late. Eventually Mickey Mouse and other characters appeared and their prerecorded voices started booming through the loudspeakers. Finally. Before the race started, and with little fanfare, they launched a group of athletes in wheel chairs so they could have a head start. These men and women left the starting area with impressive speed in specialized racing wheel chairs, and then it dawned on me that they weren't getting a head start. They were going first so they wouldn't run down Amber and everyone else who was able to compete with functioning legs. Shortly after they were on their way, the announcer started working up the crowd again, ultimately leading to a countdown done by Mickey and his friends. At 5:42, the Half Marathon began.
What do I do now? It would be a while before Amber’s corral made it up to the start line. Would I even be able to see her when she went by? Even if I did hang around for her corral to start the race, would I make it to the next viewing area before she did? I decided the answer to these questions was “no”. I left my foreign tormentors at the fence, and two of them quickly leapt into my spot. It was race time for me now. My own spectator-thon. Knowing that the rest of the crowd was likely going to be heading for the monorail soon, I moved as fast as I could. In this race, I wanted to finish first. Getting to the next viewpoint early would mean a good spot to see Amber go by. As I raced by the rest of the crowd along the highway, I kept looking to my left, trying in vain to find a gap in the woods I could cut through to get back to the parking lots where the prerace staging area. Nothing but thick woods with lots of weeds and underbrush though. I’m not too familiar with Florida wildlife, but I kept picturing some large reptile hiding in there. Not having any kind of machete to cut a path though, I knew I’d make a nice slow moving target for whatever creature that decided I looked like a tasty breakfast. And so I kept moving through the crowd toward that gap in the trees that felt like it was a mile from the start line. I was making good time though. Being used to moving quickly through airports, I’m used to the mental chess game of predicting where to find a fast route through a slow moving crowd. It was even easier since I wasn’t dragging sixty pounds worth of bags behind me. I was stopped dead in my tracks when I finally got to that gap in the trees though. In a major crowd control failure, the Disney people only left one small gap in the trees for people to cut through. Now that the race had started, many people were trying to leave the area, yet many were still trying to make it to the start. Hundreds of people trying to squeeze through a ten foot wide path going opposite directions just doesn’t work. Frustration. Internally shouting “MOVE MOVE!!! GO GO GO!!!” After what seemed like an eternity moving an inch at a time through the darkness, I finally came out on the other side, and was able to start moving fast again. Amber had pointed out where I needed to go on a previous visit to Epcot, so I sort of had a general idea of where I needed to be going, but found that is was easier to just follow the crowd. Along the way to the monorail station, I passed the finish line. They were already preparing the medals for later. No time to gawk though. I also noticed that people were already staking out their spots on the grandstands next to the finish line. Seemed like a boring way to watch the race to me. I preferred the mobile chaos of trying to get from one viewpoint to another. After a bend in the path, the giant ball thing of Epcot became visible across the clearing of the parking lots. I was surprised that the crowd was thinning out the closer I got to the station. I expected long lines, but instead found that there were no lines at all. A little over twenty minutes after the start of the race, I walked right up to the gate for one of the cars and waited for the monorail to arrive.[6:06 A.M.}
The ride took about eight minutes to get to the Ticket and Transportation Center, the location of the 4.2 mile viewpoint. Along the way, I had gotten a text message that Amber had started crossed the start line. I could relax a bit now, as I realized that I had plenty of time to find a good spot to watch out for Amber. I was surprised at the number of people already at this location. I made pretty good time getting to it after the start of the race, so I assume that these people skipped the start, and decided to hang out at the 4.2 mile point instead. It wasn’t as easy as I assumed it would be to find a spot that was up along the fence where I would have a good view. I had to walk a good distance away from the monorail station to a point where the fences actually ended before I was able to get away from the crowd. It was kind of on a corner, but I thought I would have time to see her. While I stood there, I noticed that the guy standing next to me was a Team In Training coach. He had the hat on, but otherwise was dressed up without any TNT gear on to identify him. I also noticed that he didn’t seem to be doing a whole lot. When someone he knew went by, he would cheer for them, but otherwise he ignored all the other TNT people and just stood there silently. From what Amber has told me about coaching, this seemed wrong. I decided to pick up his slack and started cheering and clapping for all TNT people that went by. There were a lot of them. From what I had seen so far, cheering is contagious at these things. If one person does it, usually other people around do it too. There weren’t too many people down where I was standing. . . just me, the coach and maybe five or six other people nearby. The coach guy decided to move away to a more crowded spot, rather than stand next to me and cheer for people he didn’t know. After a while, my hands started to hurt from the clapping, despite the fact that I was wearing gloves. I realized that for future spectating, I’m going to need to bring some kind of noise making device, rather than abusing my hands for a considerable amount of time. When I got to the spot where I was standing, it was still dark outside. By the time Amber made it to where I was standing, the crowd had thinned out a bit, and the sun was coming up. After I picked up the gloves she threw to/at me, I was able run along side her for a while without plowing into any other spectators. [7:06 A.M.] On to the next viewpoint! When we were here on a previous day, Amber had pointed out the general direction I should go to get to the next viewpoint. It was on the other side of the Polynesian resort, which is right next to the Ticket and Transportation Center. As soon as I stopped walking/running along side her, I took off in that direction. I decided to make a quick call to her mom.
Ring Ring. A sleepy female voice answers “Hello?”
“I JUST SAW AMBER AT THE FOUR MILE POINT! SHE’S LOOKING GOOD AND MAKING GOOD TIME!” I shout, out of breath, into the phone.
“What?”
“I JUST SAW AMBER AT THE FOUR MILE POINT! SHE’S LOOKING GOOD AND MAKING GOOD TIME!” I shout again.
“Uh. I think you have the wrong number”
Crap. Realizing my mistake, I apologize, and hang up. I had accidentally called a former coworker with the same first name, and from the sound of things I woke her up. Back on the phone, I dial more carefully this time, and make a few calls as walk as fast as I can in the general direction Amber told me to go. Out of breath, I tried to take in the scenery as I cut through the Polynesian resort. Being just after 7 A.M., there isn't a whole lot of activity going on, but I did see other spectators walking through the resort like me. On unfamiliar ground, it made me feel a little more confident that I was going in the right direction. Once getting to the West side of the Polynesian resort, there was an abrupt end to the . . . Polynesian-ness of of my surroundings. Clearly back in Florida again, I emerged into a large grassy area, with a road in front of me, and a golf course on the other side of it. I had found the race! [7:22 A.M.] Traffic cones and mesh fencing bordered the sides of the road, and down it flowed a steady stream of marathon people.
The 8.1 mile viewing point was much less crowded than the one I had just left, so I paced up and down a grassy hill that ran along the road, eyeing the flowing marathon crowd, looking for Amber. There were a lot of purple shirted Team In Training marathoners out there, so she was difficult to spot. After standing on the hill searching the river of people for almost forty minutes, I finally spotted her. . . and she spotted me. [8:00 A.M.] Due to our distance, we weren't able to talk, but she did give me a thumbs up as she went by.

180 degrees I turn. Back to the Pacific and the cool shade of Polynesia. Will I make it to the finish in time to see her? Awkward mental math ensues. How many miles left? How much time? It occurs to me that I probably haven't had anything to drink since that cup of coffee hours ago. Is that why my brain isn't functioning properly. No need to worry about this I convince myself. I know I'll make it until we get back to the hotel. Keep moving. I'll deal with whatever the physical outcome is when I get there. I turn the corner of the sidewalk, around some strange looking bushes and. . . A DUCK! I stop. He's seen me. We eye each other cautiously. Who will make the first move? I slowly reach for my camera and take a picture. That's what I'm here for right? Spectator? Document everything. It's not every day that one runs across a Polynesian duck. . . unless you live in Polynesia. I move to the far side of the sidewalk and slowly move by. This is his turf. Looking over my shoulder to see if I'm being followed, I begin walking quickly again. The duck appears stunned by the encounter with a non-Polynesian, and is still standing where I left him. All the better for me. It probably breathes fire or something. I keep walking as fast as I can, and when I return to the Transportation and Ticket center, my heart sinks. The line for the monorail is too long.
[8:21 P.M.] Looking at the situation, I start to think I'm not going to make it back to the finish before Amber gets there. With my head down, I get in line. To my surprise the line moves. It actually moves pretty quick. Within about twelve minutes, I'm getting on the monorail and feeling relief that my worries were unfounded. The monorail gets moving. As we go back to Epcot, we pass over multiple parts of the race course. I can't help but wonder if Amber is down there somewhere. Back at Epcot! This might work. I plow through the crowd as everyone exits the monorail, and make my way toward the finish. Faster. Faster!

[9:00 A.M.]I've made it to the finish area, but there's clearly no room for me in the grandstands next to the finish line. Music is pumping through loudspeakers again. I settle for a spot a few hundred feet away from the finish line. The crowd is thick along the fence, so I hang back on a bit of a hill. I can sort of shoot with the camera above and between people. I watch the crowd go by, looking for my new fiancée in the distance. Again, the massive amount of people in purple(Team in Training) make her hard to find. I spot her friend Bethany as she goes by. Amber mentioned finding her when she passed me at the 4.2 mile viewpoint. I snap a few photos of Bethany as she passes. Little does she know the paparazzi is here. Five minutes later Amber turns the corner in front of me. We make eye contact. She knows I'm here. On she goes toward the finish line in the distance. [9:24 A.M.]. Knowing that she'll cross the finish line and we'll need to meet somewhere on the other side, I take off through the crowd on a journey back to the staging area. At 9:35 we meet back at the T-Z tent where we separated in the morning. Amber is in good spirits, but is worried about her knee and foot, which are both in pain. Knowing that she'll need them to do twice the distance tomorrow the pain concerns us both. We need to get ice on those things, so we go to find a bus to take us back to the hotel . . . but not before she makes a trip to one of the many banks of porta potties. We'll be back tomorrow to do it all over again.
To be continued...

Rocking My Socks Off

I'll be setting off on my 1/2 marathon PR mission tomorrow. Tomorrow is also my 31st birthday. It was also a year ago that The Pilot got down on one knee and asked if he could be on my cell phone contract. It's going to be a fun, crazy day!

So while I'm rocking my socks off during this race, please enjoy a revisit to my Twisty Ties and Cell Phone Contracts post.

Cracked Me Up

This video has been floating around on Facebook/Bloggy World and I couldn't help but repost. Maybe I'll try singing some Rob Thomas to myself during my race on Saturday.

The Last Run

Last night was my last official run before the 1/2 marathon. Once again, Lisa kept me company and we ran 4 miles through her neighborhood. It had been snowing on and off all day and our usual sidewalks were snow covered. The last thing I need right before the race is a fall so we stuck to the roadways.

I say it was 20, she says it was 23 but either way, it was darn cold. I certainly wasn't overdressed this time around. In honor of my last pre-race run, we had Lisa's hubby take our picture. We sort of look like two women who are about to rob a bank but say please and thank you while we do so. I swear I am not with child....I'm wearing 3 shirts under that rain coat!
Our 4 mile run included some pretty random discussions once we got past the discussion of the actual air temperature. Topics included:

• Breakfast with the Fab 5
• Dinner with the Princesses....Lisa has promised to not shout obscenities at Snow White
• Firm Muffins
• Body parts that stay cold longer despite taking a shower after a long run in cold weather
• Lots of whining (from me of course)
• Lots of motivational pep talks (from Lisa of course)
• Threats of shoving into a ditch (me to her, I wasn't buying anymore of her motivation)
• Being attacked by a dryer vent
• Being attacked by a carrot peeler
• Sauerkraut
• Crying in bathrooms (not necessarily related to the sauerkraut)
• Running off into the sunset together and wondering if our husbands would miss us

Updated (12/4 at 7:00 pm): I sorta forgot to type the end of this post.....
Despite all the chatting going on last night, the 4 miler was done right at race pace!! Thank you, Lisa, for making me laugh and dragging me through countless miles during this training season. You're the bestest!

The Missing New Year Post

If everyone else jumped off a bridge, would you? Maybe. It seems as if every other blogger was posting a 2011 year in review and/or a list of 2012 goals/races. I haven't done either. I succumbed to the peer pressure last year and wrote a 2010 review. This year however, I was in the midst of the holiday madness in addition to the taper madness. I just didn't have the time to sit down and reflect on the year like I normally do. It doesn't help that I am also a New Year's Eve scrooge.

I don't fully understand it but I have never liked New Year's Eve. There is so much pressure to go out, party, have fun and then make resolutions. I'm a home body so I'm perfectly content to just stay in and go to bed early. No pressure in that! The Pilot was home but we didn't make any plans so we ended up getting some much needed things checked off our "let's sell this condo" list (cleaning and de-cluttering). I gave myself a pedicure and he updated his airport charts. Exciting. Unlike last year though, we did stay up until midnight. The Pilot was trying to shift his body clock in preparation for his next trip which includes 3 days of late nights. I didn't have that excuse but I stayed up anyways....I kissed my husband at 12:00 am and by 12:05 am I was in bed and dreaming of 1/2 marathon PRs.

As for resolutions...I don't make them. Throughout the year, I set goals and tackle them. If I fail, I reevaluate and try again. It's an ongoing process. I feel like resolutions set people up for failure in the first month of the year. Why not just constantly resolve to try harder?

I'm not a complete Scrooge McDuck and I have taken the time to reflect on the past year so here it is...just a few days late compared to the other overachievers bloggers.

2011 was by far the most incredible year of my life. I'm not being dramatic at all. It truly was an amazing year and I get all warm and fuzzy when I think back of all the great things that happened. One thing I didn't do (which is sort of crazy considering this is basically a training blog) was track my mileage at all. I have no idea how many miles I ran/walked/swam/cycled. I did enough to not gain weight. I did enough to survive all of my intended races. Works for me. Besides, I was too busy with all this madness to keep track of miles:

1. My best friend asked if he could be on my cell phone contract.
2. I started and finished the hardest endurance event I've ever participated in: Goofy's Race and a Half Challenge.
3. I finished my first Mud Run.
4. I coached the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Marathon for the first time.
5. I started and finished my first Sprint triathlon (3rd triathlon).
6. Saw U2 for the first time....one of those bands on my bucket list!
   
7. I legally became The Pilot's BFF and had one heck of a party to celebrate.
   
8. I ran my first virtual 5k.
9. I ran my first Quarter Marathon.
10. I bonded with my father in law during 13.1 miles during the Air Force 1/2 Marathon.
11. Went on a minimoon with my new husband (the real honeymoon is coming up in a couple months!).
12. I had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
13. I enjoyed my first turkey free Thanksgiving.
14. Ran the worst race in the history of road races but had fun with my bestie.
15. I sweated a lot. :)

It was an incredible year. It's going to be tough to beat all that awesomeness but I'm looking forward to 2012. In fact, I wouldn't mind if my life could be put in slow motion (with the exception of my racing!) for the year. 2011 flew by and it was hard to take a deep breath and enjoy some of it in the moment. It would be nice to slow down a little....but not too much that I get bored.

So there was my missing New Year post. I hope that you all had an amazing 2011 and here's to another year of fun, struggles, successes, failures, races, sweating and spending time on the right side of the grass.

Taper Madness

I hate tapering. Tapering is the last 1-2 weeks of training before a race. Typically the miles start to decrease and you start taking some days off completely so that your body is rested and ready to go on race day. One would think that "only" having to cover 7 miles as opposed to the 10-12 the week before would be wonderful. But sometimes during tapering, your mind and body start to play tricks on you. Short workouts seem more difficult than the previous long workouts. There is what I like to call, Phantom Pain. Random body parts start to hurt. You feel fatigued all the time. You may even get a little cranky. I call it the taper madness.

And I'm living it in full force this week. After my sweatfests last week, I was planning to run 9 on Saturday. I wanted to prove that I could do it in race pace after a lackluster 9 miler last weekend. But during my 5 mile run with Lisa on Thursday, she talked some sense into me and told me 9 miles was too far to run with just a week left until race day. She was right and I knew it. I decided that 7 miles would be the smarter distance.

The Pilot was home and despite the cold, came out to the trail with me to follow on his bike. While he was getting his bike out of the car and getting his gear on, I started on my warm up walk. Fearing that I'd be overdressed like the previous 2 days, I skipped a layer and left my neck warmer at home. My 3-minute walk was freezing! The wind felt like it was cutting right through my tights and without the neck warmer, the wind was going right down my jacket.

Luckily though, once I started running, I warmed up pretty quickly. My shins however did not warm up. They were screaming at me big time. I'm starting to realize that I'm just not cut out to run more than 2 days in a row. I need a rest day or a cross training day mixed in there to let my shins recover.
The Pilot came up on his bike. My whining started instantly. My legs felt like I had concrete blocks for feet. My shins were on fire. Even my torso felt all out of synch. I wasn't event at 1/2 mile yet. Now I've talked about it over and over on this blog that my first 3 miles are pretty rocky. I'm usually uncomfortable. I tried to keep that in mind but this was just different. I trudged along but before I even got to the 1 mile marker, I was expressing my lack of interest in going all 7 miles. In my head, 5 or 6 sounded reasonable.

The Pilot was just along for the ride but when I looked over at him, he was crying and snotting. It was so cold out and with the extra wind on the bike, he was a mess. If only I had a picture to share with you all... ;) Ahh the joys of winter cycling. Being the wise non-marathoner, he told me that I really shouldn't push it and there is nothing wrong with resting before a race. How does he know this stuff?? And why is he being so rational right now when I have PR to reach??

As I trudged toward the 2 mile marker though, I succumbed to his wisdom. I decided that with the way I was feeling, there would be no shame in 4 miles for the day. I turned around at the 2 mile marker and took a walk break. Feeling slightly defeated, I relied on The Pilot to talk to me and distract me.

As we got closer to the car, The Pilot rode ahead to pack up his bike and gear while I literally stumbled through my last 1/4 mile. In my head at the time, it was a complete waste of a workout. My time was terrible. So terrible that I didn't even take my standard Garmin picture. I was kind of crabby about the entire thing but my experience reminded me that this is all normal.

If I was a newbie at this, I would be freaking out. I would be telling myself that there is no way that I can do 13 miles in a week when I struggled through 4 miles. I won't PR after turning in a pace over a minute slower per mile.

But because this will be my 8th year at Disney, my 7th half marathon and who knows what number race this even is, I know that the taper madness is normal. I know that I can do this. When push comes to shove, I find the energy and the drive inside somewhere and I make it happen. Could I have an epic fail of a race? Sure. Do I think I will? No. Will I be happy if I don't PR? No, but the fact that this Gym Class Dropout even makes it to the start line, let alone the finish line is an accomplishment so no matter what happens this coming weekend, it will be a life experience that will surely teach me something in the long run (no pun intended).