The Mile

I raced my very first full mile on Saturday!  Because of my lower leg issues, my coaches and I didn’t decide if I was racing until a couple days before the meet.  I knew I was in decent shape, but I’ve been training more for the 3k and have only been doing one workout per week as a precautionary measure, so I wasn’t really sure what I could do in the mile.


The meet was 2.5 hours away and the bus was leaving at 8 am, so after a low-key night of cooked cinnamon apples and Interstellar…


I got up at 6:30 to do my shakeout, shower, and eat breakfast.  I ate oatmeal and blueberry acai yogurt for an early breakfast and packed a PB&J, banana, chocolate chip Clif bar, orange, Sabra hummus and pretzels, and another blueberry acai yogurt to bring to the meet.  I ate the banana and half the sandwich about 3 hours before the race.

Two and a half hours later, we rolled up to the meet.  Two of my teammates and I warmed up for about 20 minutes and did dynamic stretches, skips, and strides.  We lined up, the gun went off, and we were off.

I had never raced a full mile before, so it was weird lining up nine meters before the “normal” starting line.  The first lap was a bit of a madhouse, with twelve pairs of elbows flying and legs tripping each other up.  I found myself out in the third lane on the back stretch.  The clock said 40 or 41 as I passed it the first time, and I freaked out that we were going too slow for a second before realizing that-duh- that was for 209 meters.


I have no idea what my splits were, but I think I passed halfway in 2:38, maybe?  I know my splits dropped off a little in the second half since I stuck behind two girls that were slowing down, but I eventually passed them.


I waited until 200 meters out to kick even though my coach had wanted me to kick from much farther out, but I passed two more people and crossed the finish line in 5:17.07.


I was hoping I’d crossed the line at 5:16.xx, but according to online conversions, a 5:17.07 full mile on a flat track converts to 5:15.23 for 1600 meters and 5:13.9 full mile on a banked track!  I’ll take it.  I haven’t even really been doing speedwork or many workouts at all.  It’s a solid point for the first race after break.

Afterwards, we jogged for a few minutes, did 8 minutes at an up-tempo pace (a little slower than pace run pace), and cooled down for about 12 minutes.  Total mileage for the day was about 8.5.

Last week’s training:

Monday: 6 miles, drills, strides, strength circuit
Tuesday: AM: hip stability, strength, ice cup at the trainer.  PM: 20 min w-u, 10 min tempo, 5 x [:60h, :30e], 5 min tempo, 5 x [:60h, :30e] w/ a couple min rest between each thing.  10ish min c-d.  Total: 9 miles
Wednesday: 60 minutes aqua jog, mini run (8 min) at the trainer
Thursday: 6 miles, drills, strides, strength circuit/abs, yoga
Friday: 4 miles pre-meet, strides
Saturday: 2 mile shakeout, 20 min w-u, mile (5:17.07), 22 min workout/c-d. Total: 8.5 miles
Sunday: 9 miles MR+

Total: 42.5 miles, 60 min XT, extra strength


Post- 9 mile MR+ treats (the Wawa cup is half coffee, half hot chocolate)

I’ve been absolutely ravenous for the past few days and shoveling in all the fruits and vegetables and yogurt and potatoes and bagels and nut butter and chicken and ice cream I can possibly get my hands on.  I guess we’re hitting that point in training/racing!  The next couple weeks are probably going to hit me pretty hard what with travel, more intense schoolwork, increases in mileage and intensity, and more racing.  I’ll just try to take it as it comes, listen to my body, fuel properly, try to get in a solid sleep routine, and focus on my goals.  We had a team goal session today, and I shared one of my time goals; I’d really like to run 10:15 or faster in the 3k this year.  I shared it.  It’s real.  It’s on the table.  I might race a 3k on Saturday.  I’m feeling good about my fitness right now, so I’d just like to keep taking things as they come and see where that leads me.


1600 PR

I finally did it.

After eleven and a half months, I have a new PR in something.

Specifically, the 1600.

The last few months have had moderate highs and extreme lows when it comes to running.  After a crappy cross country season, I was rediscovering my love for running and nailing my workouts and races through January when BAM.  Injury.  Illness.  More injury.  My love for running disappeared once again as my everyday attitude was fraught with negative thoughts and self-doubt.

I was finally able to start real training at the end of March, nowhere near the fitness level I wanted to be at, and still apprehensively doubting myself as I watched my teammates get faster and my own fitness level remain unknown.  My diet wasn’t the greatest, either, and I struggled to accept the fact that I’d gained (mostly muscle) 8-10 pounds since last year.

But then something happened!  I realized I shouldn’t be afraid of the pain!  A few weeks ago, I raced a 1600 in 5:21 and let another girl lead the entire way because I was afraid to see what would happen if I pushed too hard.  After a strong couple weeks of workouts and (mediocre) races, I figured it was now or never!


I got to the meet on Saturday around 5 pm for my race.  My teammate and I warmed up, and I felt okay.  Not great, but not like I was running through tar, either.  We stretched, did skips, grabbed our spikes, and headed over to the check-in tent.  My teammate ended up winning her heat and PRing!

We lined up on the line, and the gun went off.  The race went out really, really fast, but I’m getting used to that being the case.  I didn’t feel very good during the first lap but tried to settle in.


I came through in 75 (after a 35-second first 200), which I’m getting used to as being the first lap split.  It no longer scares me 🙂IMG_5345

The next lap was slower (81ish), so we went through 800 in 2:36.


I didn’t feel that much worse than I had after the first lap, so I really focused on attacking the third lap and passing people.


You can tell when I get tired because my lower lip goes in and I start leaning to the left

I passed 1200 in 3:56 (third lap was an 80) and mentally growled at myself, “OK, if you just hang on and run an 82 you will PR.  But do you really want to do that?  You can go faster.”

The last 200 was really, really hard and I didn’t have much left to kick with.  I closed in a 79-second last lap for a 3-second PR of 5:15.65!!


I’m pretty happy with that 🙂  It was my last high school invitational ever, so this was a good way to finish it off.  I’m not sure I’ll run the mile again this year since regionals is the same day as prom and I haven’t auto-qualified for states in the mile, so this may stand as my high school PR.  But that’s not the end of the world 🙂

Miles in the heat

Today was my first mile since indoor conferences!  I had planned on running the mile at indoor regionals, but obviously I was injured and that didn’t happen.  Sad, really, because I had been in shape to PR.  Oh, well.

The past few weeks have been decent; my paces in workouts aren’t really where I’d like them to be (especially the 800 meter repeats I’ve done multiple times), but I’ve already seen improvements since mid-March, which is when I started running again.  I decided to run the mile today, and I ended up being the only distance runner from my school at the meet today because everyone else either ran yesterday or was visiting colleges!

We got to the meet at 9:30 am, and I warmed up at 10:35.  It was much hotter than I was accustomed to; 75 degrees and blazing sun had me sweating profusely after my 10 minute warm-up (pathetic, I know).  I’ve run a couple workouts in 75+ degree weather, but I haven’t yet raced when it’s been this hot out.

Honestly, I was more nervous than usual for this race.  I was afraid that it would hurt a lot, and I was apprehensive to find out what kind of shape I’m really in after my injury, illness, and a few weeks of solid-but-not-too-fast workouts (the mile tends to give me a jolt of reality more than the 800, so last week didn’t really tell me anything).

The seed times of the fast section ranged between 4:50 and 5:25, so I knew I would have girls to run with.  Luckily, most of my weird nerves went away right before the race as I made small talk with some of the other girls in the heat.  We did a stride and got on the line.  No coach, no teammates, very little pep talk, nothing like my usual pre-race routine.  And you know what?  It didn’t stress me out!


my traditional “I’m confused as to what I’m doing here” starting line face


The gun went off, and I settled in towards the back of the pack.  Because of the two really fast seeds, the race went out fast, and I came through the 400 in 75 high.  Back at indoor conferences, this same first lap split freaked me out and pretty much ruined my race, but today it had little to no impact on my mentality! Woooo!

I latched onto a girl immediately in front of me and let her pull me through the second and third laps (81 and 83) which were slow, yes, but they didn’t hurt as badly as I thought they would!

being photogenic isn't my thing

being photogenic isn’t my strong suit

We came through 1200 in 4:00 or 4:01, and I held on for 200 more meters.  The girl in front of me really started to kick with 200 to go, and she actually ended up running the last 200 3 seconds faster than me.  Oops.  I ended up finishing 5th in 5:21, which was about where I was hoping to be today, so that was good!  Obviously, I would’ve been closer to my PR with a faster third lap and/or a stronger kick, but that 5:18 is going down.  I haven’t PRed in anything in eleven months, so a few more weeks (I hope) won’t damage my pride any more. 😉


At the end of the race, it took awhile for me to be able to stand and walk around; I never feel well running in the heat (like, above 65 degrees…), and for some reason, it’s become quite common for me to take an abnormally long time to recover!! Grr.  I need to work on that.  Collapsing is obnoxious.

Thanks to the girl that helped me back to the bench!

Thanks to the girl that helped me back to the bench!

Started from the bottom…

…now we HERE.

I sure have an interesting race recap for you.

Our coach entered me and my race buddy into Saturday’s invite two mile, but we were rejected even though we’ve both run sub-11:25 and the standard was sub-11:55.  Don’t ask me.  Anyway, 4/5ths of our workout group ended up in the 1600 at the invitational, even though the maximum number was two girls per school.

Again, don’t ask me.

Pre-race: I woke up on Saturday and chowed down on oatmeal, then ate macaroni and cheese with edamame (a combination I am addicted to) along with a banana, orange juice, and applesauce between 11 and noon to prepare for my 2:40 race.  When we got to the race venue, the meet was somehow running ahead of schedule.

This meet was kind of stupid in that they didn’t have bibs or a race clock, and their method for checking runners in before their events was confusing and unnecessarily complex.  Long story short, our heat (the fastest heat) ended up standing in the “infield” for about 20 minutes without water, bathrooms, or a place to stride.  I was seeded 14th because my seed time wasn’t a lie like most of the other girls. (That sounds SO snarky, I’m sorry.)

Race: The gun went off, and I began implementing my usual race policy of starting out in the middle of the pack and gradually moving up.  kWith the lack of a race clock (WHY??), my splits are pretty arbitrary.  I think I went through the 200 in 38, the 400 in 77, and the 800 in 2:38-2:39.  I maintained 4th or 5th place by having elbow fights with the girls around me, and my friend from another school actually fell into me from behind because she tripped over my foot.


On the penultimate lap, the girl in first went down with no warning.  She ended up lying dazed on the track for around 15 minutes before being wheeled off on a stretcher into an ambulance… I hope she’s okay now.  It’s happened before, and she’s only a freshman.

The bell rang signaling the last lap, which I’m inherently bad at, and I was tucked in third.  At that point, I thought, “Well, as long as no one else passes me, I’m content!  I’ll get a medal!”  However, with 120 meters to go, I kicked with a drive I didn’t know I had.

Sprinting down the last stretch, I crossed the line…. AND WON!!


In my (*snort*) glorious running career, I’ve probably only won about three races (all unimportant quad meets) because my older teammates were always faster than me.  I had never won an invitational, although I’ve gotten second in a few of them.

But I won an invitational!!!  My time was 5:20, six seconds faster than two weeks ago and two seconds away from my PR.  I would have placed seventh overall in the invite mile, so take THAT, dumbass meet directors that wouldn’t accept me or my race buddy (who finished 5th in 5:24).

We had a rainy, icy track workout today that we’d never done before. 10x500m with 2:30 jogging recovery.  Our pace was between 1:43-1:46, with the last one at 1:40.  We had to do the last two repeats alone because most of our teammates were stopped at 8.

Our next race is a polar bear meet on Saturday! I’m running the two mile for the first time since the disastrous outdoor states…. We’ll see what happens 🙂

Christmas, food poisoning, and races

Happy day-after-day-after-day-after-Christmas!  I have two races and a weird, challenging week to report on.

Our county was the only county in the state to have school on Monday and Tuesday, so that was fun.  My former teammate, home from college, hosted her annual holiday cookie party on Tuesday night, and I went home stuffed with sugar and glee.  (That was super cheesy.)

On Christmas Eve day, I woke up feeling extremely weak and terrible.  It felt like I’d scaled Mount Whitney with the flu; my joints felt achy, I was close to collapsing, and all I wanted to do was sleep.  We realized it was probably food poisoning, so I skipped that day’s workout and mostly stayed in bed.  I did drag myself to church for the first time in forever, and we also took part in our yearly tradition of make-your-own pizza for Christmas Eve dinner.

Christmas Day was a bit better, and it was fun opening presents and eating a great breakfast.  We gorged ourselves on the typical Christmas/Thanksgiving spread: turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potato and apple casserole, broccoli, apple crisp, whipped cream, and flourless chocolate torte.

The indoor track gods decreed we had a race (in my case, the 4×800 and the 1600) on the 27th.  We woke up at 6:30 a.m. and got to the race venue around 8:15.  The 4×800 was weird; our coach wasn’t there, so the jumps/hurdles coach was in charge of getting us our baton and bibs.  HE DIDN’T DO THAT UNTIL LITERALLY TWO MINUTES BEFORE THE RACE.  We were all very stressed and anxious, which wasn’t the best race situation.

Our first leg didn’t run very fast for some reason, and our second leg ran about the same.  We were supposed to be winning, but at that point we were probably in eighth in a not-very-great field.  Our third leg ran solidly to put us in second, and I ran the anchor to keep us in second.  I hadn’t done anything more than light jogging in several days, so the 800 made my legs feel absolutely awful.  Our time was terrible, but that’s okay; at least we got a medal. 😉

Super attractive relay finish

Super attractive finish

My race buddy and I had about three hours until the mile, so we walked around, listened to music, ate applesauce and bananas, and talked to the jumps coach until they called us.  We were both in the fastest heat; I was seeded fourth so I was in the alley.  The race official boomed, “Runners: take your mark!” and then there was such a long pause in between that and the gun that I actually fell over.  The race video is hilarious.

Smiling because I'm a klutz

I’m smiling because I’d just fallen over (I’m #4)

The race went out aggressively, so I started out around 10th.  It was very much a bloodbath; girls were tripping over each other and spiking each other.  I held my ground and gradually moved up until I was in fourth, which is where I stayed for the rest of the race.  I finished in 5:26, which I am happy with.  That’s a conference qualifying time and a great starting place.  Considering my recent lack of conditioning, the times I ran were satisfying.

k-4Takeaways from the race:

  • I can hold my ground when I haven’t done any hard work in a couple weeks.
  • Lack of speedwork = lack of a kick.  I need to work on my turnover and power at the end.

I spent all morning cleaning out my closet, dresser, drawers, etc.  I like to do a vigorous New Year’s cleaning to start the New Year off on the right off (so cliche, I know).  My room isn’t finished, but it’s time to finish some college apps!


Training and school

Phew!  As usual, the past couple weeks have been a whirlwind.  I should be using this time to outline a comparative essay for social anthro, or maybe read up on Mao Zedong and the Great Leap Forward for Topics.  Instead, I am blogging and pretending I don’t have assignments.  This county is the only one I know of with school on Monday and Tuesday; everyone else is already on winter break!

Does anyone else write workout paces on their hand?

Does anyone else write workout paces on their hand?

Last time, I left off on a thresholds workout and a treadmill run, along with the usual plethora of IB-related complaints.  The past two weeks have been pretty similar– workouts on M/W/F, runs T/Th/S.  School has been stressful.  I completed my Individual Oral Commentary and Discussion (IOC&D) for IB English last Monday!!  That is definitely a load off my plate.  I was extremely stressed and nervous for days, and it turned out to be much less terrifying than I had assumed it would be.

Last night was our first meet!  Do you remember how last year, our first set of meets involved three races in the span of 24 hours, two of them on a terrible track for no reason?  (I ran 2:36/3:29/12:02)  It was an exhausting yet worthwhile way to start the season.  Well, this year we aren’t going to that many invitationals (similar to last year), so our coach forced us to run in one of those Friday meets at the terrible track.  We all ran the mile and the 1000, which are separated only by the 500, so we didn’t get much rest or a great chance to stretch.  This track probably slows us down by 10-15 seconds per mile, but our coach still wanted us to get the conference qualifying times of 5:30 and 3:18…

The mile was okay; I figured we wouldn’t get the qualifier, and we didn’t.  We went 1-2-3-5-7, with myself getting third.  (I ran around a 5:40, which I’m completely fine with.)  The track is legitimately a gym floor with lines painted on it, so running around those tight turns is pretty terrifying.


The 1000 felt much better than the mile.  Our coach had adjusted the goal time to more of a workout pace (3:25-3:30), but at the last minute, my workout buddy decided she would actually treat it like more of a race.  I decided to join her.  We finished around 3:20-3:22, which isn’t fast enough for the qualifier either, but I don’t mind.  All in all, this was a pretty good season opener!

Today, I had a 50-minute easy run, and I managed to go easy for about 40 minutes of it!  However, there is a huge hill in the final section of the run that I always have to (almost) sprint up, and I generally end up just continuing the run at that pace.  I’d say my slow run today was mostly around 8:15-8:30 pace, while the final mile was around 7:30-7:45…

The results of running with a French braid

The results of running with a French braid

Instead of doing homework for the rest of the day, I wrapped a few presents, did crazy things with my hair, and best of all… I found a video from my freshman year districts race!  I raced the 1000 in a super speedy 3:32. 🙂  You can tell I was absolutely petrified.

baby me, early 2012 ;)

baby runner, early 2012 😉

Tomorrow is reserved for homework and more Christmas shopping!  Except…I’m broke.  Oops.

First race of the season on a real track is in a week!  Yes, that is only two days after Christmas; I think the 28th will be a day of indulgence instead of the 25th.

PS:  I really, really want to see the movie Unbroken!

Conferences and Conjunctivitis

What a week! As you can probably tell from the title of this post, it’s had its ups and downs.

Let’s start with the good-ish.  Tuesday and Wednesday consisted of our conference meet!  (Sorry, no pictures)

All seven of us varsity distance girls were entered in three events: either the 4×800, mile and two mile, or the mile, 800, and 4×400.  I was one of the 4×800, mile, two mile girls.

Tuesday was the 4×800, along with some field events and sprints prelims.  We weren’t running our fastest 4 girls, so we didn’t have an assured win. We thought we could still beat the school seeded second, though, because our combined times added up about eight seconds faster than their season best.

I was the leadoff leg.  The gun went off and I ran a pretty good leg to put us just behind the second-seeded school.  My time when I handed off to my teammate was 2:22 which is technically a PR, but I handed off before the “finish line” because the exchange zone starts at the arrows.  So technically my leg was like 795 meters… I’m still calling it 😉  Our #2 put us in first for a bit, but the other school’s girl had a great kick to reclaim first.  Our third leg (who was our fastest girl in the relay) got off to a good start to put us back in first but the girl from the other school stepped on her shoe and it came off with 600 to go! She ran 3/4 of the race with one shoe but still managed to run 2:21 and give us about a 20 meter lead.  Our final leg ran solidly as well, but the other school’s anchor went out in a freaking 61 (and came back in a 74, but you can’t make up a 61).  The other team had beaten their season best by 10 seconds, so I’m not too upset that we didn’t win.

The next day was the mile and the two mile.  We were seeded 1-2-3-4-6-7-8 in the mile!  Obnoxious of us, I know.  Plus, girls 1-4 had already qualified for regionals, so our school basically stole 4 of the 6 available regional spots for no good reason.  Other than points, I mean.

The mile was definitely tough for me at least.  The pre-race strategy for our top four girls was “Let seed #5 do all the work and pass her at the end.”  Mine was “hang with them for as long as possible.”  We passed the 800 at 2:37-2:38, on pace for a PR for me.  My legs started feeling it at that point, so I dropped back from the top five a bit.  I knew I had to get sixth place, so I hung on as best I could and ran a PR of 5:18.08.  A tiny PR, I know, and I thought I’d gotten the time qual of 5:17.84, but at least I qualified place-wise!  My teammates finished 1-2-3-4 in a strategic race. 5:11, 5:11, 5:11, 5:12.  We ended up finishing 1-2-3-4-6-8! (our seventh girl scratched)  We scored 29 points in the girl’s mile alone and went from losing by 28 points to winning by 1!

The two mile strategy was completely different from my mile strategy.  All I needed to do was score points, not get a good time, so I let two of my teammates battle it out with one other girl (the same girl who had been the #5 seed in the mile) while I used everyone else in the race to pull me along and then went for it with 400m to go.  It was actually so fun because I knew I wasn’t working as hard as everyone else in the race.  With 400 to go, I passed all the girls I’d been using and closed at least 5 seconds faster than any of them. 🙂  My time was somewhere around 11:35, but who cares?

I had a ton of homework, so I only got five hours of sleep Wednesday night.  My eye had been bothering me since Tuesday, but I thought it might just be undiagnosed allergies.  Thursday night, I sucked it up and went to Urgent Care, where I was diagnosed with bacterial conjunctivitis.  Greeeeeeaaaat.  I didn’t go to school Friday and skipped the speed workout.

My eye and head both hurt a lot, and I have multiple long papers to write this weekend.  Catch ya later!

Medical tent adventures

For only the second time since December, I did not PR in an open race.

I knew this would happen eventually, but I’ve just been spoiled and lucky and got used to PR-ing.  I was a little upset with this race because I know I’m in better shape than a 5:20 mile.  But the circumstances that followed the race were so extremely strange that I’m not that focused on the race itself.

We miscalculated the time until our race so I ate my English muffin too close to the race and they were lining us up when we were still on our warm-up.   We didn’t really get to stretch or skip or anything.  To top it off, I forgot my spikes, so I had to race back up to the team tent, grab them, and race back.

Starting line non-excitement

Starting line non-excitement

I was going to try to go for the state auto, but I was a bit skeptical because it was hot, the sun was blazing, and I was tired.

The gun went off, and literally no one wanted to take the lead.  Unfortunately, I ended up in front with some other girl and we had to lead for three laps.  (81, 79, 80 high)

In front, not by choice ;)

In front, not by choice 😉

By the third lap, I was pretty exhausted, and my feet were on fire.  Stupid bunions :/ The bell rang signaling the last lap, and I was immediately passed by six people.  Awkward…  I kind of died mentally on the back stretch of the last lap, especially when I saw my teammate (who’s the same speed as me) shoot into first.  With 150 meters to go, I thought, “I’m in seventh place. This is not okay! I have to get a medal!” I passed my one of my teammates (not the one in first), kicked down the home stretch passing two other girls, and finished fourth in 5:20. I thought I’d gotten 5:19, but alas.  It doesn’t matter anyway.  I was well off my goal of 5:12.


Yeeahhh, not the greatest race

Immediately after crossing the finish line, I physically felt awful.  The sun/heat/food/bad race prep had taken its toll, I guess, because both of my teammates and I looked and felt like death.  Our coach commanded us not to cool down, but to sit in the shade and pour ice over each other.  My teammate who had won started throwing up, but the other girl and I started feeling better.  We walked back to our tent and sat for a little while, then decided to try to cool down.  Unfortunately, we both suddenly felt like we were going to pass out/throw up/die, so we took a detour to the medical tent.

As I crossed the turf field on the way to the medical tent, all of a sudden I collapsed onto all fours.  It was so weird!  I was hyperventilating and crying and just couldn’t stand or function.  I somehow ended up lying on my back on the ground in the medical tent, but I don’t really remember clearly how I got there.  I had a bag of ice and people were talking at/around me, trying to locate my mom, etc.  It was awkward because they were saying stuff like, “You just pushed yourself a little too hard” when I hadn’t even run that well.  After awhile, I got my breathing under control and started to feel better.  I sat up on the medical tent bench and some lady gave me more ice and an energy chew.  My teammate was on the ground kind of sitting in a daze.  Eventually, we felt okay enough to leave the tent, and I jogged for about five minutes to get some sort of cool down in even though my race had been over for almost an hour.

Too bad no one got a picture of that!

To sum it all up, it was by far the weirdest race experience I’ve ever had.  A kind-of-crappy race followed by nausea, disorientation, delirium, lots of ice, and Gatorade chews.

I’m taking today off and hopefully this coming week brings solid workouts and lots of rest.  I’ll really focus on my diet and nutrition, along with trying to get enough sleep.  My body clock has been forcing me to wake up at 6 every day, so I’m in a little sleep deficit right now which is quite frustrating.

Let’s try to keep the scary race experiences at bay ands steer clear of the medical tent!

Outdoor track goals

As a quick recap, here’s a general summary of what my indoor season looked like, along with my previous PRs:

Mile: PR before indoor- 5:32

Two mile: PR before indoor- 11:59

800: PR before indoor- 2:29

Outdoor track goals 2014

On my “Goals” page, the goals I made for this season back in August are sub-2:25, 5:18, and 11:30.  I clearly did not expect the time drops that have occurred over the past few months, and I’m really, really happy with my times right now.  Time to edit those goals!

New goals: sub- 2:20 800.  I actually don’t care if I achieve this one or not because I’ve always considered myself to be more of a mile/two mile girl.  Who knows if I’ll even run 800s this spring?  Although I think I’m running a 4×8 in two weeks; obviously I won’t be in sub-2:20 shape by then considering that we haven’t even started doing workouts yet.  But if I run the 800 later in the season, that’s the time goal.

sub-5:15 mile: I really want to see what I can do in the mile this spring.  My 5:19 back in January was completely unprecedented, but it psyched me up for outdoor!  However, I don’t know how much more time I can drop, so I’m hoping five seconds is the way to go.

sub-11:20 two mile: Again, I don’t know how much more time I can drop, since 31 seconds came off in the span of one season.  But it would be so nice to be in the teens!



Guess what!! My mile time is officially less than a minute slower than Mary Cain’s!

I’m sorry for post after post of race results.  I didn’t mean for that to occur, but I get especially excited to write a post after a race because it gives me something to write about.  I’m sorry if it’s boring.

I’ll admit it.  I’m a little terrified.

I haven’t had a bad race this season.

My races have ranged from “Wow, I did better than I thought I would” to “Holy shizzz that felt freakin’ INCREDIBLE!”

The mile yesterday tipped the latter end of the scale.


Warming up

Top six move on to regionals, and I was seeded sixth.   I had no time goal.  I didn’t even have a place goal because I’d already qualified for regionals in the 2 mile and this was just an “extra.”  My coach’s plan for me was to have me latch onto the back of the top group and hold on.

My sub-5-minute-miler friend was in this race, along with several other girls (most of them my teammates) who are super speedy, so I expected the race to go out fast.

It didn’t.

200-40, 400- 1:20


Two girls from other schools went right to the front, and the rest of us bunched together in an aggressive, elbowing-and-spiking-each-other pack.  We caught up to and passed the eager beavers in the front by the 800 (2:41).  The pace subtly increased, and there were still probably 10 people in the pack, so we were all feeling pretty antsy.

With 400 to go, it was clear that this would be a “kicker’s race.”  I’ve had mixed results from my kick in the past, but I felt fantastic at this point.

I passed one girl.

I passed another girl.

My kick didn’t fail me.

I flew down the final straightaway and…


 …crossed the finish line in fourth at 5:19!

Overall splits: 80, 81, 82, 76

Needless to say, I’m thrilled.

I’m also thrilled because my grades for second quarter were better than I expected. Remember how a couple weeks ago I was drowning in schoolwork? My quarter GPA was a 4.78 (That’s not a typo). I’m pretty proud of that.

I have a ton of work this weekend.  Should I get started on that? Or should I make some more healthy chocolate peanut butter frosting?