A souvenir from 3M

I’ve been running since 2011.

Sunday’s 3M half was my sixteenth half-marathon.

I’ve run in snow, ice, rain, humidity that might as well be rain, and the Texas heat.

The last seven years I’ve run literally thousands of miles, and I’ve not once experienced any kind of blister. Until Sunday.

And because I don’t do things halfway…. this blister appeared under my toenail.

Actually I have issues with two of them–the second toe on each foot–but the left one is worse than the right. Both were a little tender right after the race, and after my shower I realized the nail was a little long, so I trimmed them back, but the left one still felt painful on Monday. Then Tuesday morning I noticed part of a clear blister poking out from underneath the nail.

Since I could see it, rather than having the whole thing trapped under the nail, I figured it’d be safe to poke it and drain the fluid. Yuck, but okay. Then I slathered it with Neosporin and covered it with a Band-Aid (which I had conveniently gotten in my 3M bag) and by lunchtime I definitely noticed an improvement.

The right one may or may not have a blister under the nail–I can’t really tell, so that in itself tells me it’s not as bad, but it still hurts a little. The left one … is gonna be a problem. Even with the original blister gone, the nail pokes up at a weird angle, kind of like a tectonic plate pushed it upward. Which I guess it had, more or less. So I’m starting to accept that at some point, I will lose this toenail.

I don’t know why I ended up with blisters for the first time. Yeah the weather was humid and gross, but I’ve run in that before. No new socks, my shoes have 100 miles on them. The only thing I can think of is that because the roads were wet, I ran differently as kind of an anti-slip measure, which jammed my toes into the front of my shoes. And because the nail was a little too long, it created friction that doesn’t usually happen.

So now I’m at the To Band-Aid, or Not To Band-Aid stage. Wearing Converse at work, my toe felt fine, but halfway through my seven-miler this morning, I had to stop and remove the Band-Aid because it was uncomfortable. Then again, it didn’t feel great with no cushion against my sock, either.

But since it’s the weekend, I don’t really have to be anywhere. I can hang out on the couch with my dog and my book and call it recovery. And some quality time with my toenail before it vacates the premises. 😀


3M Half Marathon: A Tale of Two Cities

On Tuesday, schools in the Austin area were closed due to icy road conditions that, oddly, got worse as you went south. Temps were in the 20s and a couple hundred people cracked up their cars trying to drive in it Tuesday morning. Rogue canceled official workouts so I ran a couple of miles on my own–my street was fine–but otherwise kicked back and read my book in front of the fireplace. It was the best of times.

Wednesday morning, it was ice-free but 15* at my house. Fifteen degrees. We had a two-hour school delay but it finally made it above freezing at some point.


But check out the forecasted temps for overnight Saturday. Wait, what? Yeah, we had a sudden warm-up THE NIGHT BEFORE THE 3M HALF MARATHON. Looking at a 10-day forecast, literally the only warm morning was … race day.

And it turned out even warmer than they predicted. It was 64* when I got up this morning, and about one million percent humidity.


At the same time I was worried about being way too warm, I saw an alarming number of runners wearing long tights, jackets, layers of shirts. I couldn’t wrap my brain around wearing that many clothes to race in these conditions. I felt kind of overdressed in short sleeves and capris.

So yeah. Conditions were less than ideal, but I lived denial–maybe it would rain, maybe it would be okay as long as the sun didn’t come out, maybe there’d be a breeze.


Yeah. No.

Despite the heavy, warm air I felt pretty good the first half. I was on-pace and trying to be optimistic. But coming down Great Northern past the 10K mats, I started to feel increasing fatigue in my legs. Spoiler alert: that’s not an ideal situation less than halfway through a distance race.

M and B were at the Far West bridge and I stopped briefly for some encouragement. By mile eight I’d had to take some walk breaks, but I was trying to make up for it each time I started running again. The hilly section on 45th from Shoal Creek to Burnet took a toll, and I found myself walking more frequently. It also didn’t help that my playlist was taunting me with songs like “Long Long Way to Go” and “Hold on Forever.” Not to mention “Cuts Like a Knife.” Yes, yes it did.

I saw the guys again near North Lamar, around mile 9.5ish, which was a welcome surprise. At that point I was pretty sure my goals had slipped away, although I kept telling myself maybe I could make it up coming down Duval and through the UT campus.

Spoiler alert: I did not.

It was a lot like my last half–I was on-pace through seven-ish miles, but I couldn’t hold on. Unlike my last half, though, the rain picked up a bit the last three miles, and that helped. Barely.

I got a brief energy boost on Duval, where a huge group of Rogues started screaming like crazy when they saw me. Some people running around me were probably like, Why does this girl have an enormous cheering section? It felt pretty good.

For about five minutes.

I rode the last downhill before Duval turned onto San Jacinto–and this time runners did not have to stop for traffic. But ironically, at this point I wouldn’t have minded a brief respite from trudging along on tired legs.

Since about the halfway point, I’d been passing/getting passed by a woman in a Team Beef shirt who was run-walking, but I lost her the last mile or so. I have no idea if she passed me and stayed ahead or if I’d miraculously gotten in front of her the rest of the way. I suspect the former.

The stretch through the UT campus and in front of the football stadium is flat, but I could barely pick up my pace. And they changed the course this year–instead of turning right on MLK (19th Street) and left on Congress to finish at about 17th Street, they had us cross MLK and keep going on San Jacinto almost to 14th Street. Ugh. Seeing the finish line in the distance for more than a quarter-mile really messed with my head. Not only that, the last .10 or so WAS UPHILL. It was the worst of times.

My BRFs had finished (with PRs because they are badass) and cheered me on through the last stretch. I … was not polite back at them. I was beyond ready to be done. M and B were also there, on the other side, and after I finished everyone said I “didn’t look half-dead like a lot of people.” But I sure felt like it.


I finished 11 minutes off my stretch goal, four minutes away from a PR, and two minutes slower than my last half. But it was 30* warmer than the last time I ran 3M, which still stands as my half-marathon PR. I wonder how different my results might have been if it had been 20* cooler? Like yesterday morning, for example, or tomorrow morning. And every morning for the next week and a half, according to the forecast.

On a positive note, today’s race was my 16th half marathon and my third-fastest overall, in disgusting conditions that cost me a lot–both physically and mentally. My new Air Buds didn’t fall out, my phone didn’t randomly call anyone (which it’s done a few times the last week or so), my Skratch gels seemed to keep me alive, and I wasn’t sick afterward. So I guess all things considered, it was a respectable-ish performance.

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”

Because Texas

A winter storm came through Central Texas early this morning–it doesn’t snow here, but winter weather = ice, which means pretty much everything shuts down.


All area school districts and many major employers are closed. Overpasses and bridges on major highways are closed. The police chief and TV meteorologists urged people to stay home if they can. So here I am: fireplace, jammies, coffee, book, warm dog.

But because this is Texas, it’s ridiculous to expect the weather to stay the same for more than a day or two at a time.


And guess what? The 3M Half Marathon is Sunday morning. According to this, temps are going to be quite a bit warmer than I’d like for race day. Fantastic.

Because Texas.


Houston Marathon: a spectator’s view

We drove to Houston on Saturday–not to run, but to support friends who were running the marathon. One was looking for redemption after a wrong turn at his earlier marathon attempt; others had big goals.

First stop: the expo.

The Houston Marathon is huge–about 27,000 runners for the full and the half–and the expo reflected that size.

After wandering around for a while (and buying a few things…. What I can I say? Sweaty Bands were $5 each!) we checked in to the hotel. The Hotel Icon used to be a bank, and it was pretty cool. Not sure it was $250/night cool, but it was close to the start and finish lines. And the shower had so much water pressure I felt like I was washing my hair with a fire hose. But that’s neither here nor there.

A bunch of us decided to go for a shakeout run before dinner. We were close to a trail, but it took us a half-mile or so to figure out how to access it. The area between downtown Houston and Buffalo Bayou is still recovering from Hurricane Harvey, but it was clean and lots of people were out enjoying the 50-degree temperatures.

For the three running the marathon, this was an easy 5K shakeout run. For me, it was a speed workout keeping up with them. 😉

After our run, we met some other Rogues in the hotel bar for drinks, then headed out to dinner. It was a 20-minute walk or so to the restaurant, and believe it or not it was cold and windy in downtown Houston!

For S and me, it was a relaxed evening of food and drink. Especially this frozen Lemoncello concoction we especially enjoyed. The others were nervous, which I completely understood. They had big goals.

So dinner was over early, and we headed back to the hotel with plenty of time for them to get organized for the morning. S and I made posters, which was entertaining after the aforementioned Lemoncello concoctions.

The alarm got us up at 5:30; we met everyone in the lobby at 6:30 for the walk to the start. I thought they were cutting it close, especially considering as we passed the entrance to Corral A the race crew was counting down “Fifty-nine seconds until Corral A closes!” People with A bibs were sprinting from all directions–they were serious about closing corrals ahead of the start. But our friends were in Corrals C and D, and pretty soon we realized they still had a long wait.


The first wave started at 7, but we didn’t hear them because we were several corrals back. I think it was 7:30 before C left, and 7:45 for D. Did I mention it was 34*? I was wearing two shirts and a pullover, and even with gloves my fingers were cold. Perfect running weather; less-perfect spectating weather.

Let’s put it this way: after D moved forward, we walked from Minute Maid Park all the way around (the side streets that were entrances to corrals were still blocked off) and back to the hotel–three blocks over and seven blocks up to Congress and Main Street–and we couldn’t cross Congress to the hotel because Corral D had just crossed the starting line. It was an almost-endless stream of people! We could throw a rock at the hotel from where we stood, but we had to wait for 10 or 15 minutes to cross. It was fun cheering for the runners, though, so we didn’t mind.


From the hotel we got the car and headed out to the half-full split around mile 7.5. This is where our friend had made a mistake a month ago, so we all planned to be there to make sure he went the right way. This was kind of an unnecessary step, as a half-dozen signs and Race Crew with megaphones supervised the split. Someone who had dropped from the full to the half (but still wore a full marathon bib) was stopped by a crew member for not taking the right turn to stay with the marathoners. They were serious about this thing.


From here we drove to about mile 14.5, at the Galleria. Which was fortunately next to a Starbucks, because we were in some serious need for caffeine. A bunch of Rogues were already there, so it was great fun watching with them as Rogue Runners came through. S and I had bought giant (obnoxious) cowbells, and the others had big signs. We were hard to miss.

After all the Rogues came through, we warmed up in the Starbucks for a while, then did some planning. Here’s something cool–the Houston Marathon app allowed us to not only track our friends, but live track them–we could sit in the warmth of Starbucks and watch their little dots move along the course. We might be able to catch our friends who had started in the earlier corrals somewhere around Mile 22, but if we waited there for our Corral D friend, we might miss the others at the finish. So here, we split up. My group headed to the finish.

We found a parking space, then hoofed it around the convention center until we found a good spot. We could see a few blocks to the right, and watch the runners curve toward the finish on our left. Because we were live-tracking our friends, we knew exactly when they would appear. And because we had the world’s most obnoxious cowbells, they heard us when we yelled for them.


It was really exciting, watching all of these runners make that turn toward the finish line. Even more exciting when we knew our friends not only achieved their goal, but beat it my almost two minutes. By then we also knew that one of our coaches had BQ’d with a big cushion and another teammate had finished her first marathon. Lots of Rogue pride out there!

The finishers’ chute funneled them into the convention center, so it took some doing for us to find them all. But eventually we did, and it was an emotional little celebration–much like many others happening all around us.

We decided to go back out to the bleachers where we’d sat before and wait for J. We knew, thanks to live tracking, that he was a couple of miles out. So four of us got some coffee and settled on the bleachers while S and C ran the course backwards to find him. They ran with him a while, then raced back to watch him finish. He had some ups and downs throughout the race, but this time he finished 26.2.

We went through the same search in the convention center, but it was more efficient as the others had told him where to meet us. Then it was back to the hotel, check out, and find lunch. The first Mexican place had a 45-minute wait, which was unacceptable for starving marathoners. But next door–no wait. It was a great celebration, and I’m excited I got to share it with them.

Spectating is all kinds of fun. I sort of wish I could do it again next weekend instead of running the 3M Half Marathon. 😉

Cold as ice

What a week.

I returned to work Tuesday to an ice-cold classroom–the heater had been off for almost two weeks, and when I flipped the switch to warm things up, nothing happened.


Yeah, it was not quite 40* in my classroom the first day back.

It had been in the 20s overnight and didn’t make it above freezing during the day. I had a ton of work to do to get ready for the new semester (plus I found out at the last minute I was co-presenting at a training session the next day) but working in my classrom was impossible–my hands were so cold I couldn’t type, with or without gloves. I spent most of the day in an office in the main building, since they had heat.

It started drizzling on my way home–which immediately froze on my windshield and on the streets. Even driving with my car’s heated seats on high, I didn’t completely thaw out before bundling up to run with my group. They were meeting at a middle school 1.1 miles from my house, so instead of driving (on roads that were rapidly becoming treacherous) I ran over there, getting my “warmup” out of the way. But when I arrived my coach said that the track was frozen and the workout was canceled. I ran back home and called 2.2 miles good.

IMG_9146[1]Wednesday got a little warmer, but overnight it dropped into the teens. By the time the kids came back Thursday morning, the indoor temp had risen just above 40*. I found out a few things–only the fourteen classrooms in my wing were affected when something broke over winter break. I was told they were waiting on a part and we could be without heat “for some time.”

Y’all, this is Texas. We are not used to temperatures that don’t climb above freezing during the day, and most of us don’t have heavy-duty winter coats. Hell, some kids don’t even have long pants. I actually own a big parka, but it was impossible to move around, between desks and rows of kids, while wearing it. So we were all cold, all day.

After my track workout Thursday night (Yasso 800s, modified to 400s for half-marathoners–with the warmup and cooldown I ran a total of five miles) I again couldn’t get warm on the way home, even with heated seats. I took a hot shower and huddled under my covers with a heating pad.

Fortunately most of my kids only have one class in this wing of the school, but 8th-graders had at least three. Still, word got out to parents and they started calling. Magically, a contractor appeared with promises to fix it or provide space heaters. Friday morning, neither had happened, but after lunch an enormous climate control system appeared in all fourteen classrooms in this building.


The thing sounds like a jet engine and could provide the backdrop for a photo shoot that requires a model to appear windblown. And I’m not sure it actually raised the temperature in the room–big classes and warmer outdoor temps had already helped improve things–but the good news is that it also has an air conditioner, which we might need next week. Because Texas.

Friday night I was so tired I’m pretty sure I fell asleep by 9:00. Which was fine because I had to be up at 6:30 to make a second attempt at 12 miles, after last week’s debacle.

It was overcast and about 40 as we set off. I was running with my BRFs–one has the Houston Marathon next weekend, and the other two will be running 3M with ahead of me in two weeks. I tried to stick with them, but after two miles or so, I had fallen behind. My legs still felt fatigued from Thursday night’s workout, so I was slow and had to take some walk breaks.

It’s funny. My overall pace wasn’t significantly better than last Saturday–about a minute per mile faster–but the whole thing certainly sucked less. While my legs were tired before the halfway point, my overall physical state (and my mental outlook, for that matter) felt better. But I was slow slow slow. I pushed myself to run mile 12 about ten seconds faster than HMGP for 3M. And I did it, but I am not overcome with confidence or anything. I know race day is different, and I won’t do a track workout two days before the race, but yikes–it’s gonna have to be a lot different for me to get anywhere near the finishing time I’m hoping for.

At any rate, I think this week has disproven my earlier statement that it can’t be too cold for me to run well. I mean, my paces were okay and I enjoyed not overheating, but yes, there’s such a thing as too cold for comfort, especially after being cold all day too. And that line cearly is the freezing mark. Especially when that’s the indoor temperature.


Happy New Year!

Four of us had grand plans to drive downtown for the Black-Eyed Pea run this morning. But yesterday’s drizzle, which was supposed to stop around noon, hung around long after the sun went down and temps dropped below freezing. My deck was icy–the dog slid across it like Tom Cruise in Risky Business–and we even saw a few snowflakes.

None of us live in the city proper, and it’s always colder out here. S lives furthest out, and this morning when she got in her car to meet at my house, she encountered icy roads. So at 6am, she texted that she was out. C had made the same call last night, so it was down to two of us.

It was 22* (with a wind chill of 11*) and that wind assaulted me when I let the dog out. I hedged in my response–sure, I’ll go, but I’m just as happy going back to bed. With S the Taskmaster already out, it was easy for J to make the same call–which I left to him since he was driving. So the dog and I crawled under the covers and went back to sleep.

At about 8:30, I got up for real and weighed my options.

Yeah, nothing really had changed except that it was no longer dark. The odds of it getting much warmer as the day progressed looked … not in my favor. So I bundled up: two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks, a fleece top under a pullover, ear band, gloves, and a windbreaker.

I took the dog around the short block to warm up (he started jumping around when he saw me putting my shoes on, so I couldn’t disappoint him) and then headed out for real. First mile went okay, but I slowed down the second and third miles–my legs were COLD and I couldn’t really settle in to a comfortable rhythym.

But I was better off than whoever left these sprinklers on at the car dealer. And by “left them on” I mean that they were currently running, spraying landscaping and cars.

Overall, I felt improved from Saturday’s run, but let’s be honest–that bar was low. The biggest difference was my mental state–even though I was freezing, I felt much more positive. Go figure.

I ended up with 4.25 miles, done before 10am. Which means the rest of my day involves hot coffee, fire in the fireplace, dog next to me on the couch, the Rose Parade and then football on my TV.


This dog has not left my side throughout winter break–he’s going to be in for a shock when I go back to work tomorrow. For that matter, so am I. 😉

Happy New Year, y’all!