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Kate Cronan-Sawert, M.A.
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Self Health, Inc. September 2010 Newsletter

Kate Cronan Sawert, MA

The Over-40 Woman’s Guide to Half-Marathon Training:

It all started in the autumn of 2005.  I was going through a dreadful break-up when one of my dearest friends (a marathon runner) said the portentous words, “You know, we could try running a half-marathon.”

By way of history, our highest mileage together to that point had been a 10 K (roughly 6 miles) at a blistering 15-minute mile pace, and a half marathon is 13.1 miles.  It’s the .1 that gets you.

After manually returning my lower jaw to its former location, I tentatively agreed.  Beth pointed me to Hal Higdon’s website, which confidently proclaims that if you’ve been running for at least a year (I had) and could comfortably complete between 3 and 6 miles (I could), then you could use Mr. Higdon’s 18-week novice training schedule to pull off a half-marathon.  For reference: http://www.halhigdon.com/marathon/Mar00novice.htm

Since I had no physical excuses and I definitely needed the mental therapy, it looked like I was destined to run this previously unheard of (for me) distance.

I trained faithfully, and Beth and I pulled it off together in January, 2006.  It was a fabulous feeling of accomplishment, but afterward, I pretty much retired from distance running. I figured I was done.

Until this summer.  There was Beth (I’ve mentioned she’s one of my dearest friends?), sitting with me under the stars on a moonless Flagstaff night.  We were sipping wine with good friends and I was enjoying a new romance; utterly unprepared when she flew in well below my radar with the following:

“I was thinking, maybe we could run the other half of that marathon this January..?”

I had been having such a heavenly evening.  But there it was – the gauntlet had been innocently thrown down and there was no turning back now.

Fast forward to race week.  I more or less followed the training schedule, and when the race (at my pace, I use the term loosely) was one week out, I completed my longest training run: 12 miles.  And as an homage to other runners, I wanted to immortalize the experience for anyone who might undertake the same journey.

1.  Wake up 2 hours before departure time.

2.  Silence loud inner voice which groans, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

3.  Prepare carbohydrate/electrolyte beverage to bring along in Camelback, pack energy gel, extra socks, iPod, cell phone and some ibuprofen to appease the over-40 musculoskeletal gods.

4.  Suit up, warm up, and depart.

5.  Mile 1:  Sluggish – legs as unhappy as if I hadn’t run a step in the last 4 months.

6.  Mile 2:  Slowly warming up to the idea; Nice day.  Roadrunner crossed my path.

7.  Miles 3 & 4 :  Feeling downright perky, enjoying my 70’s musical selection. Beautiful day.

8.  Mile 5: Administer first Gu packet.

9.  Mile 6: Experience combined high of new carbohydrates and a few endorphins coursing through my bloodstream.  What a great day!

10.  Mile 7:  Change socks.  Give cheerful thumbs up to passing motorists concerned at the sight of my bare feet on the median.

11.  Mile 8:  This isn’t bad at all!  So glad I had the foresight to agree with Beth!  Where’s the other Gu packet…? A hawk circles poetically overhead.

12.  Mile 9:  Entering trance state.  Pretty sure I see Elvis about 10 paces ahead, leading the way.

13.  Mile 10:  Definitely in the Twilight Zone…having the occasional out of body experience, calling on Hindu deity Ganesha to inspire me onward.  Occasionally repeating mantra from #2 above.

14.  Mile 11:  Endorphins have worn off – have to stop and walk for a song or two in deference to right hip pain.

15.  Mile 12:  Euphoria returns.  Elvis has been joined by Jim Morrison and they part ways at my humble home, unfurling a toilet paper finish line between them, through which I burst triumphantly, arms flung overhead, overjoyed to still be standing.

And so it was. 

I share this because, if I can do it, anyone with a similar level of fitness and lack of musculoskeletal contraindications can.

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions!

Best,

Katie