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Eleven miles of Gratitude

It’s been a rough year, running wise. The nastiness of the winter, the lung infection I had, then deciding to go keto. Last year this time, I had  7 races under my belt. This year, only 2. My training runs have still been riddled with walking for rest. My times have been improving, but not on a consistent basis. I’ve been very disappointed, to say the least – which  explains why I haven’t been blogging. But, as my running buddy ER said to me this morning – blogging about it can be cathartic. So, let’s get at it.


Tuesday, April 29th.

I was able to get out early and tackle 5 miles around the neighborhood. It was overcast, about 50 degrees with a light wind. I ran a little under a 10:00 min/mi pace, but I had to walk exactly 10 times. Although I felt a little better while I was running, I wasn’t feeling well enough to run without stopping.  My HR was the highest it’s ever been -Garmin has it pegged at 186 at it’s highest. I can really feel myself straining during the 160’s – where as before I could get there and feel just fine. I started getting real bad heartburn at the end of this run.  This will cause me great concern and little relief as the week progresses.

Garmin Data

temperature 48°F
humdity 66%
wind 14 mph E



Friday, May 2nd.

I did not run on Thursday because of the crummy weather.  Friday’s run;  disappointing.

Ok – I can make excuses up the wazoo. It was after a full day of being on my feet, working one on one with people for part of the day, and giving massages, stretching them, getting up and down off plinths and the floor for the other parts of the day. It was warmer than Tuesday, and there was a lot of wind.  For running only 2.5 miles, and running about 15 seconds slower – I felt LIKE CRAP. And then Garmin tells me that my training effect – the effort I’m putting out, is only a 3.6 out of 5.  Bleh. Like I didn’t know that already.  And my heartburn hits an all time high, with belching, coughing (again – I thought that was all over a month ago?) and me turning all pissy on a Friday night. (Not that I DO anything on a Friday night anyway) I try to make an appointment with my gastro, but by the time I get around to it, the office had closed. Then I start to google heartburn on the internet – only to find out that eating high fat is often the culprit.  On my gastro’s website, they recommend low fat eating. Juuust dandy. Saturday I woke up and felt a little better.  I had someone come by to prep the deck for sealing sometime during the week – so my morning was shot to go out for a run again. But that was ok – I got plenty of things done around the house. I was doing a lot of reaching and bending and lifting – by the early afternoon my heartburn started again with a vengeance.  In my desperation – between being so uncomfortable and then the bleak outlook of my running career – I decided I perhaps needed to try a little something sturdier in my stomach, even if it did mean coming out of ketosis for a bit.  I made a 2 oz serving of some pasta with an avocado/Parmesan cheese alfredo-like sauce. It was delicious. It went down easy –
(I forgot to mention that I was also having a hard time swallowing at times). In about 2 hours I felt better. 

Garmin Data 

temperature 66°F
humdity 26%
wind 15 mph W


Sunday, May 4th (Today)

I woke up able to drink coffee comfortably.  Before eating anything, I checked my urine for ketones. Nada. No color change.  I checked my blood for beta-hydroxybutyrate – and it was .4. (.5 is the ‘low’ start value) Just that bit of pasta switched my metabolism back to using glucose as fuel. I also hadn’t slept since 1:30 – I was wide awake.  I also had a headache and was stuffy.  Another byproduct of switching metabolic pathways? Who knows. I had plans to run with the Runsketeers this morning, and it was supposed to be a long one, so I was already lamenting a rough go of it.  Since I was downstairs at 5:30 – I decided I’d make myself some keto breakfast.  Might as well jump back on the horse since I was feeling better.  About an hour later when the headache still had not abated, I took some ibuprofen with pseudoephedrine.  Maybe that’s what I’ll needto give me an extra boost to my run this morning, I thought.  I fueled with some EnergyBits, and brought a flask of water and UCAN “Superstarch” mixed in. I only used a teaspoon in 8 ounces.  It was the first time I was using it, and I didn’t want a bad reaction while on the path.  But I was glad I brought something to drink with me, because that pseudoephedrine is REALLY drying.

It was overcast and breezy when I parked outside the bike trail and met ER. SIOR (She is Out Running) had a kid’s morning of soccer games, so instead,  She was Out Being a Soccer Mom.  ER went over two options of running the trail, for which his plan was to do 11 miles.  He also had hoped to meet a couple on the trail that he had met on a previous run. We headed north, hoping we’d run into them. (No pun intended)

The running started out easy, as I had hoped. ER was leading by a bit, and that was fine by me. I tried to keep my breathing slow and easy, shoulders relaxed.  We had been running just less than a mile before finding J and K on the trail. They had 30 minutes left on their first leg before they had to turn around, so we headed back south to run with them.  They were both very easy to talk with, and they were going at our pace, so that was an added boon.

Surprisingly, I did not conk out after 3 miles like I had with my previous runs. Was it the weather? The company? The fueling?  The cold and sinus meds? Using stored glycogen instead of trying to keep up with fatty acid production for energy? I don’t know, but I wish I did.  Yeah, I walked about 18 or so times, and that included stopping a few times before crossing streets – but I ran fartleks at about mile 8.5, and did it while knowing I was to complete the 11 miles! My knee, as usual, was pinging a bit at mile 7 – then seemed to have disappeared after doing some speed work. But the best news of all.. I was tired, but not exhausted at the end!  And it appeared that ER felt the same way.  The whole week, nay – the last  4 weeks  turned around in those two hours. I know for a fact that had I NOT been running with a friend, I would have walked more and perhaps even stopped way before 11 miles.  Thank you, thank you – ER. We averaged about an 11:08 min/mi.  And I’m not complaining. Not bad for my first long run (since April 6th) after all this crap I’ve put myself through. And I feel SO good, just 3 hours after getting home. My quads are a little sore, but they’ll be fine by morning.  Ketones after the run? Urine back up to .5 , blood .7.  They are supposed to go higher after exercise, so I don’t think I’m back in ketosis yet. But I will certainly be fueling myself with more carbs on and before a run, because I don’t want to feel the way I’ve felt running prior to this day. My original goal was to break my sugar addiction. I’m hoping I’ll have a better handle on it now.



Thank you again, ER! ( I had to hang onto his shoulder to stand on my toes!)

Garmin Data

Runmeter Data

temperature 57°F
humdity 51%
wind 15 mph W


…and yes, ER, I feel much better after blogging about it!

Bethpage 3×2 Relay Recap

I had been sick all last week. The boss bought a bug into the office which eventually picked off a bunch of us.  I knew that when I still could not get my fever down by Wednesday, I needed a doctors help. I was put on antibiotics and did not start feeling better until Sunday.  It’s exactly 1 week today since I had gotten sick, and although I still have a cough and some raspy lung sounds – I’ve been without a fever for 2 days, and I feel like I’ve been reborn.

I was so looking forward to this relay. When it was postponed because of the weather, I was bummed, but then realized it could actually be warmer come time for the starting gun at a later date.  I was so ready to leap and run, and fly and jump and pass people –  but I think I knew for sure on Wednesday that wasn’t going to happen like I expected. As a matter of fact, I was wondering if I’d be able to show up at all. By the time Friday came, I was already 3 days on the drugs, and although my fever was down, it would spike at random times, causing my joints and muscles and eyes to ache with every move. I haven’t had a fever in a very long time. Now I remember how they make me sooo miserable.

I overslept Saturday morning. The alarm was set for 6:30, and I just slept through Alan Silvestri’s opening piece to the movie “Contact” which my iPad played over and over. I think when I finally got up, it was almost 8:00.  I had to be at the park to meet the Runsketeers at 9:30. I had to clear my head, drink some coffee, eat something, decide what to wear and what drug to take to try and bring down my fever.  99.3, 100.8, back down again – I must have taken it 3 or 4 times before I left. I was sweating, cold,  achy, lightheaded. I almost decided to stay home. But I remembered what ER told me – “we’re just going to have some fun”.  HEY! I can have fun and run slow. As long as ER and SIOR didn’t mind, I was up for it. Plus, I thought the fresh air would do me good.

I was so out of it that I almost got on the Meadowbrook. I thought I was going to Wantagh. I had to turn around on Glen Cove Road and pick up the expressway to 135. 

When I got there, I passed SIOR heading back out to the parking lot. ER said she had to change.  That beast of a woman ran 10 miles before her running date with us.
I hung out (at a safe distance) with ER, Mrs. ER, and the spawn of ER.  Besides calling his youngest by the wrong name several times, I felt like I knew them forever.  I must have been supposed to run, because I’ve met the nicest people through this sport.

ER explained the strategy of running a relay, and since I was not feeling well, and planned to run about a 10 minute mile, I should go first. This way, the other 2 can make up the time if needed.



Photo Credit (and featured above): Emerging Runner and Family
I’m in the back of the pack with the green knees.

The trail was a mixed bag! Carpet, pebbles, mud, (both soft and frozen), ice, puddles, about 6 inches of sand for about 100 yards- but the path stayed wide. If I was up for it, I would have had plenty of room to pass anyone after a quarter mile in. I went out across the field to start too fast – and it was very easy to slow down, because my lungs were on fire, and my upper arms started to go numb – I knew I was o2 deficient.  I moderated because I had to, then because I wanted to. The declines helped me pick up speed, the very subtly uphills I had to walk at the top. I think I walked 3 times.  The last time a gentleman said to me, “Come on, don’t stop – we’ve got a quarter mile to go” – I said “thank you” – then promptly passed him about 100 yards later. Did I mention how much I love the running community?

I came through the woods back onto the field ready to slap ER’s hand to send him on his way.  I tried to remember as much of the trail as I could to give SIOR a heads up, but I think I just confused her.  It was soon ER’s turn to send SIOR on her way. It was like watching mercury flow out away from us into the waiting forest. She just effortlessly glided out of sight.
While ER and I ran about 10 minute miles, I believe SIOR crossed the finish in about 17 minutes.  Our finish time was 56:04.  We were in the mixed masters group, and we finished 6 out of 9.  There were 15 other groups that finished after us. Not too bad.

There was hot chocolate, hot soup, various muffins and other sugar laden carbs. I took a wrapped black and white cookie home with me. The soup helped warm me up – but I could not wait to get home to take a warm shower and climb back into bed.

And that shower was all it had promised to be. And my bed was warm and theraputic. And I was happy that I had been out and about and running with my friends.



Photo Credit: Ed Grenzig/Fred Benlein ‘We Are Athletes’


Photo Credit: Ed Grenzig/Fred Benlein ‘We Are Athletes’


Photo Credit: Ed Grenzig/Fred Benlein ‘We Are Athletes’


Photo Credit: Ed Grenzig/Fred Benlein ‘We Are Athletes’


Garmin Data  (My leg only)