Jack + Jill 26.2: Week 14 Recap

I’m going to (try to) start doing a weekly review of the training for the week before.  This will likely be pretty dry for most of you out there (unless Michelle and I continue to have long run adventures like the one this weekend!).  But, I want to highlight the ups and downs of a training cycle this long and intense mostly for myself but also so that those of you who want to go for it can see what it’s like and maybe, hopefully be inspired.

So.  14 weeks to go.  3.5 months.  Seems far away still.


Monday: Mondays are a circuit day for me.  I also want to make them a yoga day, but I’m not waking up early enough to go to the 6am class at StudiOne.  It’s a weekly struggle.  I did get in 3 rounds of full body circuits, and a little bit of yoga simply from teaching to my class.

Tuesday: Track day!  I ran a descending ladder today with the StudiOne track group.  My target track pace for Boston is really fast (to me).  I aim for under 7 min average on every track interval.  I hit it today and felt really strong!  Tried the Run Fast Eat Slow Beet Smoothie after and almost loved it.


Track day

Wednesday: More circuits.  And I went to Rachel’s 5:30pm flow class at StudiOne.  I want to make Wednesday a yoga and circuit day too.  Nailed it this week!    I had my first appointment with Dr. Brandon Washatka DC that Michelle recommended to me.  My shoulder has been hurting, feeling a little bit like tendonitis, my low back feels compressed and my left hip is very tight.  I always have to very carefully open up into Warrior 2 from Warrior 1.  I told him all of this and went over other health history things.  He cracked me a few times, and I felt like a completely new person when I left.  My neck and shoulder muscles relaxed, which released some of the pressure on my shoulder, my low back felt like it had space again and my hip is bothering me less.  I’m going to keep going to him on his recommendation throughout the training.

Thursday: This is a buddy run day.  Michelle and I get together around 8:30 after my first two classes to crank through a tempo run.  Sometimes we follow the template and sometimes we just run hard.  Today we went for 1 mile easy, 5 miles hard and 1 mile easy.  We made it but both almost puked at the end of that 5 mile interval.  I could feel a difference from the adjustment and think I ran stronger because of it.



Friday: Rest day for me.

Saturday: Taught yoga class so got a little bit of a stretch.  Ideally we’ll run long on Saturdays but an actual monsoon descended on Tulsa today so we didn’t run.  I did my third circuit in the afternoon at the Studio so that I can practice running long on tired legs.

Sunday: Long run.  Went 17 miles!  This is the farthest I’ve run in over 4 years.  I was surprised how easy it felt not only to go that far but to maintain our pace.  We strategically drove to southwest Tulsa so we could have the northeast wind at our back most of the way.  It was a beautiful morning and we enjoyed adventuring along the river and on the backroads of Jenks.  We encountered flooded roads to wade through, 20+mph winds and a little sleet storm on our cooldown.  All kinds of crazy weather.  And then, we brunched.

Overall, this was a great week for me.  I feel healthy and strong in my bones and muscles and we hit all our target pace times.  Maybe I can do this after all…..


My StudiOne Story: The Start

A few posts back when I asked you, the readers for some content inspiration, a good friend of mine and fellow blogger (go see her at Midlife Moments) suggested I write about what it’s like to “run my own little kingdom” at StudiOne.  I loved this analogy for it (who wouldn’t want to be compared to royalty!), and have spent the past week thinking about where to start.

Obviously the beginning is a very good place to start.  The trouble with this story is that I am not exactly sure where that beginning is.  I usually go way back to my basketball playing days, or my first days running with my dad when I talk about my love for fitness.  But that’s not the start of the Studio story.  When did I decide I wanted to have my own place?  And then it came to me.

Memphis, TN 2008

In 2008, I was two years into my college experience at Rhodes College.  And I was fairly unhappy.  I attended Rhodes to play basketball (that’s not the only reason I went to Rhodes, but that’s the reason I chose Rhodes over some others).  I played for two seasons before deciding in 2008 that I would hang up my basketball shoes.  The reasons were many and ranged from it wasn’t what I expected, I felt less fulfilled playing than I did with my high school team, I wanted to study abroad (the biggest one), and just a general and slow loss of heart for the game.

Somewhere in there (originally the email was to continue Spinning which I had discovered in my first summer home from college to help deal with that Freshman 15), I dug up that email Mama Sprenk sent with a list of gyms in the area.  At the top of the list, known for bringing Spinning to Memphis was Inside Out Gym.  I didn’t have a car at this point in college and one particular afternoon I was so upset with school and basketball that as soon as practice was out I ran there.  I arrived minutes before they were closing and was greeted by Natalie.  I think she was startled by my bright red face and heavy breathing (I had to run fast to get there before close!) but she talked with me beyond closing time, and really listened to what I was saying and looking for.

That day, I signed up for a rowing competition and I think from that day forward didn’t go a single week without setting foot in that gym until I moved away from Memphis.  From there, I branched out to Spinning and came to know the group of regulars that attended.  Lisa’s classes were my favorite and I made it a point to get to as many as I could on Tuesday nights and every other Sunday.  Somewhere in those months I transitioned from student to teacher in Lisa’s mind and at her nudging found myself at a Spinning certification workshop in Nashville.  And then I was teaching (terrified) my own classes.  This is the first half of the beginning.  I found my teaching heart and transitioned from a sad and wandering college student with no particular major in mind and became a teacher.

The next part was Natalie.  She announced that InsideOut would host a training group for the St. Jude Memphis Marathon in December of 2008.  I went to the call out meeting and she was so encouraging of the entire group of never-done-this-before-ers that I was convinced I could do it!  So, as a junior in college, finally able to legally drink and with no commitments to basketball practices or games, I signed up for this challenge (willingly giving up Friday nights to books and sleep, or DDing so I could get miles in on Saturday mornings).  This is the second half of the beginning.

That race changed my life.  It gave me a confidence I hadn’t found anywhere else.  I discovered a discipline and a follow-through that I didn’t know I had.  I’ve shared this story before, but I want to share it again because this was one of those transformative days of my life.  And there is no magic like the marathon.

I finished my first marathon in 4 hours and 36 minutes, 1400-somethingth place and absolutely enjoyed (most of) the experience.  I started in corral 8 at a ten-minute pace, with Janet the Unicorn, my training partner since August. Our guidebook had suggested we choose an animal to imitate when the running got tough.  She chose unicorn so that when people passed her, she would visualize poking them with her horn.  I chose to be a gazelle because of the way I run.  A glide, sort of shuffling along.  And because I don’t pick up my feet, I sometimes trip over cracking sidewalks.  Luckily this did not happen during the race!  Here’s a breakdown of my experience mile-by-mile:

Mile one was chilly – two layers on my head, four on my top, two on my bottom and one on my hands, but cheerful.  People chattering and laughing and cheering as our feet pound the pavement.  I’ve started my first marathon, there’s no going back now.

Mile two was a little warmer and takes me down along the Mississippi River towards the bridge.  I can feel the heat start to settle in all my layers and manage to remove on layer on my hands and top.  The streets are already littered with articles of clothing and lined with people cheering us on.  Before I know it, I’ve made it to Beale Street, which is much cleaner and less chaotic during the day than when I normally experience it after hours.  I catch my mama in my big Rhodes sweatshirt cheering me on with my aunt in front of Silky’s and drop off those layers.

I hit mile three and stop for my first water, realizing quickly how pointless it would be to try to run and drink at the same time.  More water ends up down my front than in my mouth so I stop for just a sip and then pick it up again.  Powerade is in the Coca-Cola cups, water in the white.

The fourth mile goes right past St. Jude and there’s a band playing outside the fire station.  By this point, I’ve (illegally) put in my headphones and am looking forward to the familiar stretch of North Parkway.

At mile five, there’s a sign on a tree – “Kelly – will you marry me? Answer at the finish!”, and as a girl, I naturally pretend that I’m Kelly and I’m excited for her.  Then anger sets in – who asks someone to marry him, then makes her run 8 or 21 more miles to answer?!  At least she had something to think about for the rest of the miles.

Mile 6 is on the bridge over I240 and I stop for my first half of a GU pack and some water.  It’s hard to open the Gu and squeeze it into my mouth while standing on a bridge that feels like it’s moving, either because of the runners on it, the flow of traffic below it or my delusional self.  I manage to refuel less than gracefully, but according to the plan, so I keep running.  This stretch of North Parkway has plenty of signs attached to trees – “Go Mom Go!  We Love You”  and “What are you running from?” I try to read them all, and then drop one layer off with Pete at his house and get a quick word of encouragement.

I’m looking for Katherine at mile 7.  She’s promised to be there in her formal dress and heels.  The Deltas were doing their charitable duties at a water station despite having been to a formal the night before.  Chip was there too in fact, he’ll be in big trouble if he doesn’t make it out to cheer.  She wasn’t at mile seven, so I keep running.  I eventually spot Lyndsay, Koko, Chip and Samson at Snowden.  I consider running over to them to say hi and hug but decide to keep running.


My favorites

I get to mile 8 and see the beloved Deltas.  I sneak a quick hug from Katherine, not in her dress as promised but I’m so glad to see her that I overlook it.

Eight and nine were inside the park and very scenic.  I notice a tingling in my right foot but run on.  More than a third finished!  I catch the InsideOut crew – Lisa, Donna and Kiersten for the first time in the park.  Lisa and Donna have cameras and I give my best fun/triumphant pose.  Thinking of Kiersten keeps me occupied for the rest of Overton Park.  This year she completed an Ironman Triathlon and won her age division.  She’s run in multiple marathons and is someone I look to for fitness inspiration.

Mile 10 and 11 are a long, straight stretch down Poplar but Chris is going to be at Angelus, right past mile 10.  I run past Angelus and he’s not there.  Maybe he’s at McNeil with Marc and Jeff.  Get to McNeil and still don’t see them.  A little disappointed, I cheer myself up by convincing myself it’s because I was running faster than I anticipated and they just missed me.

Eleven goes right past another children’s hospital – LeBonheur.  There is construction underway for a new wing of the hospital and the kids’ faces are blown up and cover the fences for that entire block.  Seeing the smiles and hope on their faces was like having twenty more cheerleaders on the run.  My energy was instantly re-filled.  If they can fight, I can absolutely finish this marathon.  Someone trips on the trolley tracks in mile twelve and I’m thankful it wasn’t me!  She hops up and keeps running while I squeeze down some more Gu.

At mile thirteen, there was a big sign pointing the half-marathoners towards their finish line and the full marathoners down the road to the second half.  It absolutely crossed my mind to turn, but with the encouragement of fans on the road, I choose the path less traveled.  Suddenly, it’s just me on the course.  The tingling is in both feet now but I dismiss it.  I’m halfway there and headed back down Beale Street.  I’m feeling confident but aware of aches and pains.

I’ve run mile 14 past the FedEx Forum plenty of times during training and am familiar with the big hill by the parking garage.  I didn’t enjoy it during the training or the race.

I find my mom and Christi again at mile 15 and stop for a quick hug this time.  More Gu and water and I’m off again.  Looking forward to the roomies!

Mile 16 and 17 are another familiar part of my three and eight mile trails and I like to look at the houses and pretend what my life would be like in each one.  The pain in my feet is bad and unfamiliar.  I’ve heard stories about people breaking bones when they run but not being able to feel it.  In my seventeen-mile state of mind, I decided I had snapped one of the tarsals in my foot.  The identifying of that bone leads to the identifying of the rest of the bones in my body: thank you comparative vertebrate morphology.  Somewhere back in this stretch there’s a beer and candy stop and I get a little chuckle out of it.  I thought about stopping for a quick drink but considering how dehydrated I was and what a lightweight I am…..I decided against it.  The InsideOut crew was on this patch too.  It’s amazing how helpful and uplifting familiar faces are.

That gets me to eighteen and some more Gu and water – still on the every three miles plan, it’s working well.  Then, there are my three roommates.  These are my best friends, my drinking partners, my sisters.  They will be my wedding party, my children’s unofficial aunts and my escape when life gets overwhelming.  I love y’all.  See you again in three miles.  Now it’s one foot in front of the other.  My pace has slowed way down and I’m struggling to find songs that keep me going deep in the heart of Cooper Young.  I eventually settle on GirlTalk as I make the turn off of Young onto East Parkway.

The miles are getting longer now and I’m running with a fairly consistent group of strangers.  I have this antsy feeling too.  Get me to the next multiple of three so I can have water and Gu, get me to Rhodes so I can see familiar faces.  Get me to the next damn mile marker.  On and on.  Thinking about that gets me to the nineteenth mile.

I’m stopping for water at every mile now to help break up the run but every time I stop to drink, it gets harder and harder to pick up running again.  I’ve done this so many times I tell myself and manage to hit the road again.  We’re in the street and the cars are in the right lane coming at me.  There’s a lady on her phone, a man passing on my right, someone walking on my left.  And here I am in the middle, still running my first marathon.

Finally I can see the corner and make it to the intersection.  I had started off thanking all of the officers at the intersections but this one I just didn’t have the energy for.  When I saw Andy, Cory and Chris, I was so overwhelmed that I just ran to them and gave them all a hug and kiss.  Where are the girls?  Where’s the camera?  We need a group picture, y’all are supposed to be in it…..Jess!  Don’t stop running!  Run with me, please, please run with me -we need a picture.  And they did.  The three of them ran with me from East Parkway to McLean.  Cory in his jeans, Andy on the phone with “Bunyon” (Katherine) telling her to run fast in her Uggs.  Chris telling me in between breaths how out of shape he is.  Andy chanted “You are the Sprenkel, the might might Sprenkel…” I tried to talk to them but they wouldn’t let me, I needed to save my breath.

I stopped at 21 for a Gu and water and the boys were fascinated by the Gu, Powerade first, water second.  Twenty-one was a big marker because every step I take after this is farther than I’ve ever run in my life.  I keep telling the boys that.  We’re running still and McLean is getting closer.  I’m looking for my cheerleaders and then, there they are.  Hooray!  I stop for a quick picture with Chip, Koko, Audrey, Lynds, Kelly, Samson, Marc and the running boys.  It turned out to be my favorite photo and worth the extra seconds it put on my time.

I can’t stay long though because I might not start running again.  My thoughts turn to mile 22.  A little further down North Parkway, I literally run into Meredith, enveloped into a great big hug.  She runs with me for a little while, cheering me on with her contagious energy.  Also a Delta, she is quite dedicated for being out there the morning after a formal.

I get to my Mama again at mile 23.  It was easy to see her in the bright red Rhodes sweatshirt and I held back tears as she ran with me (“run” is not in her vocabulary, except when referring to me or my dad) a few blocks.  I dropped my iPod off with her and continued on, promising to find her at the finish.

My aunt Christi found me at mile 24 and in her puffy jacket and green scarf, helped me make it down the rest of North Parkway (that’s a long stretch!).  ALl my thoughts were on taking the next step – one, two, three, four , five, six, seven, eight….one, two, three…..

She was still with me at mile 25 when we reached the heart of the city again.  Still taking tiny sips of water at every mile but it doesn’t help the ache in my bones.  My legs are stiff and begging for relief.  Crid helps pull me up a tiny hill (literally tugging on my arm) and the runners around us are cheering us on.  She jokes that people will think she’s been running for the previous 25 miles and she looks pretty damn good!  She has to leave me shortly before mile 26.  Once a marathoner herself, life happened.  I climbed the rest of the last cruel hill right after mile 26 (not really that long at all, but seemed huge.  I just rolled my eyes)  I’m trying to think of anything to keep my mind off of actually running.  It drifts to the festivities of the evening.  Chip is taking me to his formal….I’ll wear my new purple dress….are we dating yet?…..almost there……definitely can’t wear heels tonight…..where’s the damn stadium?….I need a nap….come on Autozone…..I want a hot bath.

And then – there it is!  I can see the stadium and suddenly I perk up.  I know there’s less than .2 miles to go since I just passed the final mile marker and I turn into the stadium.  The last few hundred yards are actually on the baseball field.  I can see someone not too far ahead of me and try to catch him.  Still an athlete you know.  I feel like I’m sprinting thought I’m sure in actuality I’m not going that fast.  I think of my dad and all of our time running together and wished he was there.  He was, after all, the one who got me into this…I’m holding back tears again, just trying to stay on my feet.  And then I’m across the finish line!!  There was no triumphant breaking of the tape or throwing my arms in the air.  But I finished.  I was rewarded with a finisher’s medal and a foil blanket and then scolded for trying to walk off with my timing chip still attached to my shoe.  Did they honestly expect me to bend over?!  I was suddenly aware of the pain and cold all over my body but we managed to get it off an I limped down the chute.

I could hear my name coming from the stands.  I climbed the baseball stadium stairs (also cruel of the Memphis Runner’s Club) to find the best reward of all – Audrey, Lynds, Koko, Katherine, Meredith, Emma, Courtney and Lacy.  They surrounded me in a big hug despite the sweat and salt crusted to my face and my stale odor.  THe tears I had been holding back for miles finally came.  My mama joined us and I have never felt so loved and supported.

Throughout this experience, I learned not only the strength the human body possesses to do things put before it, but also what the soul can endure when surrounded by loving, encouraging family and friends.  And the rest is running history……


So, that marathon planted the seed.  And there you have the beginning of the kingdom.

Up next week, Memphis part 2.

Meet the Athletes: Jen Larkin

Happy Friday everyone!  It’s a big weekend in my world – a fancy fundraising dinner tonight, OU/Texas fight tomorrow, Sunday is the Bank of America Chicago Marathon (and one week from my next race: San Francisco Nike Women’s Half Marathon).

With that, here is a little bit about one of my athletes running in Chicago this weekend!

Meet Jen Larkin


Before one of Jen’s races

I first met Jen when I was living in Memphis through Inside Out Gym.  She took my spinning classes for a while and then joined me with personal training, boot camps and running groups.  I am the most proud of her dedication and relationship with running.

When I moved to Austin, Jen stayed with me and continued to train for various races (St. Jude Memphis Half Marathon, Detroit Free Press Half Marathon and shorter Memphis races) via email training with me.  She always had this distant dream of running a full someday.

I am so so excited and proud to say that her someday is THIS SUNDAY!  After helping her through several seasons of half marathons, increasing her consistency and average pace via email training, we had a heart to heart discussion and decided that if she was going to make this dream a goal and then a reality, she needed a local running group to train with.  So we cut off my services and I stayed in touch, eagerly following her training and long runs – shifting from coach mentality to cheerleader.

Good luck Jen!

Good luck Jen!

I chatted with her for a good bit on the phone last night and can’t wait to track her miles on Sunday morning.

Jen – you have worked so hard for so many years to make this dream a goal, and now a reality.  The path to here all started with the Memphis Women Run Walk program and progressed to Road Race Challenges, Half Marathons and now the big sister of them all.  You are so ready – mentally and physically – and I have no doubt that you will rock this run.  Be sure to enjoy it all, check in with your mind and your body each mile and start out slowly 🙂  Most of all have fun and remember CLEAR EYES, FULL HEART, CAN’T LOSE!



The Runnin’ Fools

Good morning from Austin!  I’ve got an event to share that will be the official start of my work in Tulsa!  I’m really excited to jump into the running community there and get back to doing what I love full time – coaching.

See you there Tulsa!

See you there Tulsa!




Recent Inspiration

I’m back! It’s been a while since I put my fingers to work over these black keys for the purpose of a blog post…they’ve been doing plenty of typing of masters reports and grade updates for students though!  Now that graduate school is officially over I am beyond thrilled to have more time to write, build, run and interact with y’all.  Miley, too.

I must say, I’m quite impressed with my efforts to maintain a running schedule through the end of the school year.  I had no specific races on the calendar (not since the epic mess of Arkansas in February!) and was mostly just trying to remember to run in between teaching anatomy and writing that report.  I managed to maintain a running streak and just today surpassed 100 miles since April 14.

I did sneak off to Tulsa last weekend and ran an impromptu 5k on Friday night.  It was the Cinco de Mayo 5k hosted by Fleet Feet Tulsa.  My running friend Ryan (we met at the Route 66 Half last November, and ran NOLA together in February) was there and convinced me to jump in at the last minute.  I had no expectations, especially since I had just hopped out of a seven hour car ride, but wanted to keep up with him.  I stayed close and managed to finish in 23:40 which for me, is pretty darn fast!  I was surprised and pleased with my time and when he texted me later to tell me I won a first place age group medal I thought he was kidding!  I’ve run faster times than that and not placed at all!

My Surprise Hardware

My Surprise Hardware

This recent success has me thinking (always dangerous).  First, I need some goals.  Second, how fast could I be if I really trained?  Third, maybe it’s time to consider Boston.  I’d like to address each of those thoughts here.

1.  Goals – My goal is to spend the summer training under the tutelage of Gilbert of Gilbert’s Gazelles here in Austin.  By the start of August I will try to complete a half in 1:42:20 (PR) and a 5k in 22:05.  To reach these times I will attend Gilbert’s workouts at least twice per week and supplement the other days with my own design.

2. Trained – Really training to me means several things.  Running fast.  In order to be fast, you gotta train fast.  Hydration, rest, nutrition.  I’m all in.

3. Boston – I have never had a desire to run Boston.  Mostly because it would entail TWO more marathons – the qualifier and Boston itself.  But now I do.  I have that desire.  It crept up on me this year watching the live stream of the race and seeing a few friends complete it.  I want those stripes.  I want the blue and yellow.  I want Boston.

Here’s the thing about #3 though.  I have to be fast.  So fast.  My qualifying time is 3:35 (<8:12 per mile) and my fastest marathon time is about 45 minutes slower than that.  I have big doubts.  And big fears of failure.  So my approach is thoughtful.  I will spend the summer training session to target the half distance (1:42:20 or 7:47 per mile) and if I can hit that time come August, I’ll start ramping up for marathon training.

I should go back to school, all this free time is making me have crazy ideas!

What are you training for?  Do you have summer goals?  I’d love to hear about them!