After I ran my first (and last) marathon last year, my legs were stone-stiff. Like, I got to the finish line, started walking, collected my congratulatory medal, heat blanket, protein shake, gel packs, apples, and crackers, and by the time I was walking toward the party section of Grant Park (like I wanted to fucking party), I was waddling. There are short steps you have to walk down on the path that they set out for us, and I could barely bend my legs to get down them. I had to sort of hop. I did, somehow, get back to my charity tent, where my boyfriend was waiting for me, and onto the train, back to my friend’s apartment where my mom was waiting for me, out to a diner for waffles and eggs. But I couldn’t eat much, and I was moving at a quarter-pace. I spent the next two days feeling hot and nauseous and tired and very, very, very sore.
So just imagine how Tim Durbin feels after running seven marathons on seven continents in seven days! Keep reading »
Two weeks before the Chicago Marathon, I bought a new model of the shoes I’d been training in and started running in them to try to break them in for the race. I bought them without trying them on because I figured Saucony probably wouldn’t change much about the shoe between models. I was mistaken, and I wound up getting avascular necrosis in the joint between my second toe and the metatarsal bone it’s attached to at the ball of my foot, which means that there was insufficient blood flow to the joint. The toe is slightly off-center from where it should be, and the lack of blood supply has changed the shape of the metatarsal at the joint — it’s squared off where it should be rounded.
I spent four months running, and now I can’t run until the new year. I thought I was OK with that, because I’d had quite enough running by the time the marathon was over; but then, the last time I was at the gym, I saw some women jogging by outside while I was doing a strength workout, and I felt jealous. I’m doing spin workouts to keep my lung capacity up, but it’s not the same. There are moments when you’re running when you feel like you’re flying. Keep reading »
In March, I signed up for a 5k called Bacon Chase that took place in June (the lure being that you got unlimited bacon at the end). I figured by the time it rolled around, I’d be ready for it. So, of course, I proceeded to not prepare at all and then run it anyway to get my money’s worth — and I did OK! I managed not to stop running the whole time, and I ran at my normal 12:00 pace.
What happened next is what’s kind of messed in the head: I thought, OK, now I’m gonna do a 10k. The next day I thought, Oh, fuck it all, I’m doing the marathon. Yes, I have poor impulse control and I self-aggrandize about my capabilities. But it’s turned out all right. I was able to get registered on the Advocate Hospitals charity team to raise money for one of their city-based behavioral health centers (they serve the underserved and they need it, please donate!), so far I’ve stuck pretty well to the plan, and to my complete and utter surprise it is no longer a big deal for me to run 10 miles in a day anymore.
Here are some of the lessons I’ve learned during my marathon training so far… Keep reading »
About 20 weeks ago, I decided to train to do the Seattle Marathon. Sunday was the Seattle Marathon. When I woke up at 5am I told my partner Julianne “It’s going to be a long day.” I was not wrong. I’ve been training for the last 20 weeks, 370 training miles in all, for an 8.5 hour marathon. That is not how it worked out. Keep reading »
Running in heels is a talent — one which my boyfriend is very happy that I possess, because somehow we’re always running late. But I never knew that my skill could earn me prizes. I also never heard about the National Stiletto Championship run. Boy, I was missing out. Over the weekend, 96 women took to the streets of Paris for the marathon in heels at least three inches high to show their running skills. Over a course of 196 yards, they competed for the chance to earn over 3,000 Euros worth of shoes. So, when you think about it, ruining one pair for countless others is totally worth it. Yes, there is always the potential for stiletto accidents, but never fear, the Red Cross was on the sidelines watching for heel-related injuries. Get to practicing for next year! [Independent] Keep reading »