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Gratitude Amongst the Tears

11/25/2015

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PictureTears of relief, gratitude, exhaustion, pride, and happiness all rolled into one.
I just have to own this one--I am a crier. I cry when I am happy, when I am sad, when I am frustrated, when I am angry, in fact, there is probably not a strong emotion you can name that does not make the waterworks start for me. I fully acknowledge this part of me, but I honestly think this is what makes me who I am. I think this soft side of me makes me a good listener and also makes me sympathetic to the needs of others.  My friend Mark would call me a cry-baby, but since he is still hanging with me after all these years I think he, too, sees the value of a kind and understanding friend.

The last six months have been full of teary moments for me. I started with my knee injury at the San Diego Half Marathon, which had me sitting at the 8-mile aide station shedding tears of frustration as I watched runners file past me as I sat on a chair in defeat--my first DNF at a race that meant so much to me (my special race with my friend Kay). Despite this frustration I was later grateful for this experience because it taught me to put things into perspective as part of my running journey.

Just a month later I was shedding tears of joy, or maybe fear, as I realized I would be trained by Coach Ed Ettinghausen to complete my first 100-mile race. I was so incredibly lucky to have Coach Ed and Coach Andy helping me prepare both physically and mentally for the EC 100. Coach Andy made sure I appreciated the role of the power walk in a long distance race of this type. I was listening Coach! I used the power walk on race day to conserve energy for later in the race until my blisters got so painful that it hurt more to walk than to run. And Ed prepared me mentally for all the low points (and tears) I was going to experience during the 30 hours I was out there on the course. His training helped me to see that no matter how rough it got out there, I was capable of pushing through just about anything! There are no words that fully convey how very grateful I am to these two for helping me reach this seemingly unattainable goal!

In August, at the height of my training, I cried tears of anger, guilt, and sadness as I lived through the suicide of one of my most precious students. And amazingly I also cried tears of happiness at the number of people that surrounded us all to ensure that we made it through this most difficult time in our lives.
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This weekend we went to visit my daughter at college in Montana. I was sharing my experience at the EC 100 and the number of people that helped Gabby and me reach that finish line in Santa Monica: our van crew,  the pacers that stayed with us through some very tough miles, my running buddies that helped me train at all hours of the day for six months straight. Siobhan's comment really sums it all up for me. She told me that my friends were the bomb! Who volunteers to drive in a van for hours on end and chase the runners just to make sure they are fully hydrated and fed? Who volunteers to run some of the worst nighttime and heat of the day miles with you to ensure that you finish? Who decides to take an entire weekend off of work and book themselves into a hotel just in case you might need them during the race? Who dresses your disgusting blisters and rubs your aching legs to make sure that you can keep going? My friends did all this and more! My eyes filled with tears of pride as I relived the experience recounting the entire race for my daughter who wasn't able to be there on race day. I am blessed to have surrounded myself with such wonderful friends.

​During this season of thanksgiving, I am also so very grateful to my husband and amazing children for loving me throughout all these crazy racing challenges and the gamut of emotions they inevitably bring with them. Now please excuse me as I grab a handful of kleenex and drain my eyes of every ounce of moisture as I cry tears of love and appreciation for all that I have been given!

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
                                                                          
Washington Irving

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Tears of anger, frustration, and pain as I push through the blisters and gather the strength to finish the last twenty miles of the race.
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Endurance Challenge-100: Mission Accomplished

11/15/2015

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PictureAt the finish line with my husband and son Eoin
It has been exactly one month since I crossed that EC100 finish line at the base of the Santa Monica Pier. Yesterday I attended an 80th birthday party in Venice just blocks from where we ran to connect with the Venice Boardwalk toward the EC100 finish line. So as I drove from my house in Murrieta to Venice, I marveled at the distance, the route, and the sheer determination it took for us all to actually persevere and finish this challenging race.

Before I divulge my 50-103 mile experience with you, I have a funny story that I want to share.  On Thursday and Friday of this week I was attending a large conference in Desert Hot Springs, CA.  Of course, my only thought was finding a victim, I mean a partner, to run with me early Friday morning.  Being almost two hours from home, I could not depend on my usual running buddies to support me here.  I had asked a few of my teaching friends in attendance at the conference and either they were driving home and then back up in the morning or they wanted to sleep in.  Imagine that?  In desperation, after attending the conference all day Thursday, I accosted some man in the elevator who looked like he was going for an evening run.  I asked him if he would be running the following morning in case he might want to join me, and he shared that he was too old to be running on consecutive days. Being well trained by Coach Ed I countered with my experience training for the EC 100 without consistent rest days.  He was impressed by my accomplishment but not enough to join me early Friday morning.

At the conference the next day we had been tasked with creating a table group poster that illustrated our philosophy on formative assessments, and as I was walking to the back of the room to find some tape to display our poster, the presenter called me forward and asked if he could use our poster to share with the entire audience of 500+ teachers.  The problem was that we had created our masterpiece upside down on the piece of poster paper and the sticky part was on the bottom of the poster and not the top.  When he tried to display it, it flopped over.  I ran up to fix the problem with the painter's tape I had discovered, and in thanking me for the help the presenter said to the audience, "Thanks for the help!  And not only is she an amazing helper but this woman is amazing because she just recently completed running a 100-mile race." After two hours of trying to figure out how this man could possibly know what I had accomplished, the presenter summed up his presentation by sharing that running was his happy place and that he had run in the foothills outside the hotel the previous night.  In my zealousness to recruit a running partner, I had not recognized that the man I had accosted in the elevator was none other than our presenter in street clothes.

I share this example because I think that I have already forgotten how truly amazing it is that through the Zero to 100-Mile Hero program, Coach Ed took some inexperienced ultra marathoners and helped us run over 100 miles. Especially for those of us that had never even run more than 26.2 miles at one time. I guess I am reminded of the enormity of what I accomplished when I see the reaction others have to my story. As I reminisce about the more difficult legs of the race, I am reminded about what it truly took to cross that finish line at the Santa Monica Pier. 

In my last blog I shared about my experience from the start line at Norco to our 50-mile check point in Long Beach. One of the things that Coach Ed shared with us on race day was that psychologically the 50-mile mark is not really the half-way point in a 100-mile race.  I was thankful that he had not shared this piece of information with us before this time, but on race day it helped me push through the toughest nighttime miles.  I knew that once I reached mile 75 I would have less than a marathon left, but first I had to get to mile 75.

Once we left the checkpoint in Long Beach at mile 50, we headed out toward some of the more difficult miles to maneuver.  We had donned our night gear including lighted vest, warmer clothing, and we all carried flashlights. Despite all my best efforts, I had already started getting some pretty gnarly blisters (remember my previous blog entitled Blisters the Size of Texas)? In addition, I knew that the route was very complicated, there were some pretty steep hills to overcome, and the dark would present its own challenges psychologically. Another difficulty I had not counted on was my steady and very dependable running partner who was slated to pace me during the toughest leg through Long Beach and San Pedro had woken up that very morning with a debilitating flu that left him bed-ridden.  During our training run we had encountered hoards of cockroaches running along the streets on this stretch of the run, and I made the mistake of letting my other night pacer, Leslie D, know about this. She is a very brave runner, but cockroaches are not her thing, to say it mildly.  But with my first pacer flat on his back, and my other pacers not arriving until after midnight, Leslie decided to step up and run what we called "the cockroach leg" with me.  It took so much for her to do this for me, and I can never thank her enough for doing this.

When Leslie D joined me I told her that I needed her to just talk to me.  As I had run the practice leg of these miles, I had hit my first wall and I knew that distraction was the key to me successfully moving beyond this mental roadblock.  We talked about Leslie's trip to Europe, about taking her daughter to Disneyland for Mickey's Halloween Party, and it is truly amazing how much this strategy worked for me.  Leslie was too funny.  As she was telling me her stories, her keen eyes were scanning the ground for any cockroaches.  At several points during our run she would scream, jump in the air, and then continue on with her story.  At one point a huge cockroach seemed to be aiming right for our feet, and poor Leslie must have jumped a couple feet in the air to avoid it touching her.  Once we ran past San Pedro, the cockroaches disappeared and Leslie could relax a little and enjoy the beauty of running this race.  At this point, my friend Jeremiah joined us and Leslie decided to keep running with us until the 75-mile mark.  Jeremiah and his husband James took off the entire weekend just in case I needed them, and when my pacer fell ill, Jeremiah was called in to do some of the final night miles with me.  

At this point Debbie, Pam, Gabby, Coach Ed and I were still running together along with my pacers Jeremiah and Leslie D. Because of some last minute construction, we had to take a detour through San Pedro that actually cut off some of the more boring parts of this leg.  I have a terrible sense of direction, so I was very thankful we had Coach with us to guide us through the new miles. I was also trying not to focus on my blisters, because by this time both feet had huge blisters on the balls near my toes and my pinky toe was bruised and covered in a huge blister.  It hurt to run, but it hurt even more to walk. At every major rest stop, my friend Stephanie had to re-dress my blisters.  I changed shoes, I changed socks, and nothing seemed to help them feel better.  Jeremiah and Leslie helped me by telling me stories and making me laugh to keep my mind off the pain.

At the mile 75 check point, Leslie D finally finished her pacing duties, and Jeremiah continued on with me. Another issue I was facing from about mile 50 on was my nutrition.  While I was not having intestinal issues, nothing I had brought to eat sounded good to me.  I had been eating fruit puree mixes, Stinger pomegranate chews, and Uncrustable peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I was having difficulty swallowing anything that wasn't liquid.  At one point I asked my husband to get me some non-greasy protein, but could not verbalize what that might be.  He bought me a chicken breast sandwich, and I spent most of the night taking a few bites of chicken and then attempting to swallow that before my next pit stop where I knew that my friend Stephanie was going to try to feed me again.  Before the race I has tasked her with making sure I ate and drank enough, and she was taking her job very seriously.  At every stop, she made me eat and drink a little before she would let me back on the road again. I credit Stephanie with making sure I had enough energy to finish my 100 miles.

At this point we were running along the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) in Palos Verdes. My friends Leslie W and Ramona were now pacing us along with Jeremiah who decided to stick with us for some more miles. From about midnight on, it becomes harder to find restrooms along the route.  Before this there were gas stations, fast food restaurants, and I even used a bar restroom at one point.  However, during late night hours everything closes down.  Even the beach bathrooms are locked tight. And of course when there is no bathroom access, that is when I need to go most. I learned that during an ultra marathon, I need to let go of embarrassment and find a nice bush if I get too desperate.  And find a nice bush is exactly what I did.  By this time I was covered in stink and this was just another one of those odors. At one point my poor friend Jeremiah who had been running with me for several hours at this point just looked at me and stated, "Dang Michelle!  You really stink!" It really made me laugh when I needed it.  As the sun came up and we were running up the PCH in Palos Verdes, we saw what looked like a port-o-potty on the front lawn of one of these beautiful PV houses.  We thought it must be a mirage, because who would have such a thing on their lawn?  As we approached we realized it was there for some construction workers doing work on the house, and the owners of the house were kind enough to leave it unlocked so I could use an actual toilet for the first time since the 75 mile point.  It is funny how even a portable toilet seems so luxurious after squatting behind a bush.

As we finally finished the PCH portion of the race, we turned back to the beach boardwalk for the rest of our miles.  At this point my blisters were so painful that they made my eyes water. As I sat down to have my blisters fixed once again, I finally broke down in tears.  I was so frustrated that my blisters were affecting my race and I resolved not to let those blisters keep me from finishing.  I was running for my student Diego, and I had to push on no matter how much pain I had in my feet.  I discovered that while it hurt to run, there was no way I could walk at all.  The walking made my feet slide back and forth which irritated my blisters even more, so there was no way I could conserve energy with my walk. So from mile 75 on all I could do was run.  I must admit, I was a bit whiny at this point, but Gabby and my pacers would not let me stay this way for long.  They distracted me, they kept me positive, and they made me put one foot in front of the other by running with me all the way.  Our initial plan was to have Leslie and Ramona split the last 30 miles by switching off at every pit stop, but neither girl wanted to leave me alone.  They both ended up doing more than 30 miles when neither had ever run more than 15 miles at one time. I am so grateful to those two girls for pushing themselves to the limit to help me!

My other lifesaver was Coach Ed's wife Martha.  She is a licensed massage therapist, and while Stephanie fixed my blisters, Martha would be massaging my legs to make sure that they stayed loose enough to continue on.  I do not joke when I share that my rest stops were a little like a race car coming in for some much needed work. I was directed to my chair where Steph focused on my feet, Martha on my legs, Sean on filling my water bottle, and even Debbie Jett's crew would spray my legs with something like Icy Hot to cool them down and relieve some of the muscle soreness. It took a village to get me to the finish line in more than one way.

The most difficult miles were honestly the last 10-12.  My feet were on fire, the temperature was getting pretty hot, and we had now been running for well more than 27 hours now.  We had passed the most boring beach miles and were now headed toward Marina Del Rey and Venice.  This was a very complicated route, and I was thankful that Gabby and I had run this section two weeks before this day on the practice run.  At this point it was just me, Gabby, and our two pacers.  We no longer had Coach Ed to navigate, so it was up to us to make sure we didn't get lost. We couldn't afford to even add one extra mile at this point. As we twisted and turned through the boat docks of the Marina, we finally reached our final stretch in Venice before turning onto the Venice Boardwalk. Gabby and I caught up to Coach Andy who was also running the race.  It was after noon and the temperatures were rising.  I had run out of water and was starting to feel the affects of some dehydration. Leslie stopped to get me an icy Coke as Ramona, Gabby, and I continued on.  Just as I reached the boardwalk, I started to get dizzy and Gabby ran into the adjacent restaurant to get me some ice water to cool me down. She placed some directly on my neck and we poured the rest into my bone-dry water bottle.  I instantly felt better, and when Leslie arrived with my Coke, the cold sugary drink was the last piece of the puzzle I needed to keep me going those last few miles.

Have you ever had one of those dreams where as you run down a hallway and no matter how far you run you never seem to make any progress?  That is what the Venice Boardwalk was like for me.  I knew that as soon as I saw the ferris wheel in the distance, I had one more mile to the finish.  But no matter how far I ran, dodging the crowds of tourists, that ferris wheel just would not come any closer.  Finally, finally, that ferris wheel was in sight.  At this point I knew that no matter what, I was going to finish. I had about two hours until the 32 hour cut-off, and I could crawl a mile in that time if I needed to.  Instead my legs took off like a racehorse headed into the barn.  As I came closer I saw my friend Steph and Coach Ed ready to run me in.  Coach Ed ran me to my first full marathon finish at Carlsbad, and it was fitting that he would do the same at the EC100.  As I came closer to the finish, I could see my husband Sean on the left and my eight year-old son on the right.  I grabbed my son's hand and made sure we crossed that finish line together.

The rest of the experience was just so surreal.  Coach Ed presented me with my finisher's medal and my hard-earned 100-mile belt buckle.  I took my picture with Coach, with the Race Director, Alfa, and then I sat down for a minute to wait for Gabby to come in.  A few moments later I could see her coming in flanked by Coach Ed, Stephanie, Gabby's daughter Britney, and our pacers Leslie, and Ramona. Watching Gabby finish was almost as sweet as my own finish.  Finishing an ultra was on her bucket list and she could now check this one off.

As we all waited for the final finishers I was so humbled by the race staff and volunteer's kindness.  Alfa actually got on her hands and knees and took off my shoes so my feet could breathe.  Volunteer Ellen made sure I was all taken care of as well. I am so thankful for this entire experience and the kindness of all involved. The final amazing experience was watching the last racers come in.  I kept asking about my friend Ray who had still not come in.  I was worried that he wouldn't make it, but with two minutes to spare, he finally sprinted in for his first 100-mile finish.

I know that this blog is a little long, but I hope you stuck with me to the end.  This was such an amazing experience and I wanted to be sure to convey the ups and downs as clearly as I could.  After this experience I agree with Coach Ed that ANYONE could do an ultra marathon if they put in the training both physically and mentally.  I am proof of this.  If this former 230 pound sedentary mother of three can complete a more than 100-mile race, ANYONE can! Thanks to everyone that supported Gabby and I in any way as we prepared to run this race, and a special thanks to our crews, pacers, and all the EC100 race staff and volunteers!  This was a once in a lifetime experience, and I am so grateful to all that made me a much stronger runner in the process!

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Endurance Challenge-100: The Beginning

11/7/2015

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PictureThe Zero to 100 Mile Hero Team: Debbie, Lecia, Crista, and Me
It is fitting that today I am finally finding the time to write a race report about my amazing experience at the EC-100 ultra marathon. This is the very day my handcrafted belt from California Bohemian Leather arrived so that I can finally display my well-earned EC100 belt buckle out in public. As I sit here looking at my prize, something I worked harder for than any of my previous race bling, I am reminiscing about the unbelievable journey that was the Zero to 100-Mile Hero Challenge.  

A little over six months ago, I responded to a contest of sorts to win training from a very experienced ultra marathoner, Ed Ettinghausen (The Jester).  As luck would have it, I had been trying to train for the Nanny Goat 100-miler on my own, injured my knee pretty severely, and had been praying for a way to get the training I needed to actually finish a race of this length.  It felt as if the ultra gods had dropped Ed into my path to make sure I could finally make it across that finish line.

PictureMy new belt--I had them put Diego on the inside since this race was for him
Six months of running almost every day with very few rest days, 1800 miles of training on the roads, and three pairs of new Altra running shoes broken down or broken in to prepare for the big day. I followed Coach Andy and Ed's training plans to a tee.  I ran at all hours of the day and night.  I ran all four 25-mile segments of the EC100 so I would know the terrain, the route, and so I could physically and psychologically prepare myself. Come race day, thanks to the guidance of my coaches, thanks to my running friends who pushed me on my runs, thanks to my family who supported me every step of the way, I was as prepared as I could be.

So bright and early Saturday morning we drove the already packed van up to the start line at the 100-Mile Club. The van was filled with all the supplies needed for us to eat, drink, stay warm, and be safe for all 100+ miles. It was also filled with our crew, Emily and Britney, and the very eager 100-mile runners Pam Marino, Gabby Luebeck, and me. It was still pitch black as we headed into the 100-Mile Club Headquarters to pick up our bib, race bag, and get our pre-race photos taken.  

The nerves were in check and I honestly couldn't wait to get on the road--but first, the opening ceremonies.  Ed and Alfa had prepared a time of thankfulness and encouragement before heading us out. All the important people who had made the race possible were acknowledged and thanked for their hard work and dedication to making the race happen.  When it came to the National Anthem, the 100-Mile Club student who had been set to sing for us got sick. The amazing thing is that when the request came for someone to step up, a member of one of the crews stepped up and blew us all away with his singing talent--funny how those things take care of themselves.  The 50-mile and 100-mile racers were introduced, and then it was time to head out on our 100-mile journey.

The beginning of the race was kind of a blur for me.  As I passed the one mile mark, all the training and the significance of the race hit me. I was overwhelmed by the sadness of losing my precious student Diego to suicide, and overwhelmed by the fact that at this point I had exactly 99 miles to go to reach 100 miles--Diego's football number was #99.  I just starting ugly crying and spent the next four miles trying to put some space between me and the other racers so I could grieve in peace and prepare myself to join back with my group once I could pull myself together. 

I slowed down a bit once we hit the more industrial part of this leg so I could join back up with my team: Coach Ed, Gabby, Pam, Debbie, and Ray. After the six months of training with Coach I was amazed that on the trek I learned three more things: 1) Never run backwards on the route--it adds miles and you need to conserve energy for the end of the race; 2) Don't keep your feet moving at the red light--a bad habit of mine which once again wastes much needed energy; 3) Power walk up the steeper hills to save your body for later.  

As we continued to move along the Santa Ana River Trail, we hit rest stops about every 6-10 miles.  At this point I didn't need pacers because it was still light and my entire team continued to run together with Coach Ed at the center.  However, our crew was essential to our success at this point.  Emily and Britney, our Super Crew for the first fifty miles, would call us to check on our progress and inquire about the supplies they needed to have ready for us.  As we arrived at each stop, Britney and Emily would be right there with our food and drinks, they would cheer us on, and then run back to the van to meet us at the next stop.  They also kept everyone at home posted as to our progress by taking photos and videos and posting them on Facebook for others to follow along.

After the Santa Ana River Trail, we turned off and headed toward the Huntington Beach Boardwalk.  At our 38 mile stop, Debbie Jett hit a huge wall and almost dropped out.  She had been sick the week before, and it took everything she could to just put one foot in front of the other.  As we prepared to leave our stop, Coach and her crew had to remind her that she made them promise that they would NOT let her quit.  She was running this race for a Stage IV cancer patient's children.  She had to cross that finish line for them. They were all able to convince her to move on. She left still not quite her normal self, but she was moving forward which was the important part. Coach had prepared us for these walls--and most of us hit at least one on our way to the finish line.  The important thing to remember is that you can't give in because it is all in your head.  No joke, even if you are completely prepared physically, the race is 90% mental so you need to tell your mind to step out of the way and let your body take over. Body over mind is the key.

Once we hit the ocean part of the run, there were so many beautiful things to look at that the miles just flew by. We have few pictures of this section of the race, but know that it was ocean, sand, and lots of people--over and over. We ran, we stopped for food, water, and bathrooms until we finally hit that 50 mile mark in Long Beach. It was time for Emily to head back home after crewing us for fifty miles, and time for my husband Sean and my friend Stephanie to take over and help Britney with crewing duty for the rest of the race.  It was also time for my pacers to arrive.  One of my night time pacers got the flu and had to drop out that very morning, but Leslie D. took me through some of the worst night miles. As luck would have it, my amazing friends Jeremiah and James decided to spend the whole weekend helping me just in case I needed it--so Jeremiah was put to work as well.  I will share more in my next blog about exactly how difficult those night miles can be in so many ways--including the fact that at this point I was already starting to form blisters. More to come...

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