Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts

Saturday, October 8, 2016

My First Official Run After Delivering My Fourth Baby

Alhamdulillah, today was an exhilarating experience that must be blogged about. I never thought I could run again since having baby no4. Life has been hectic and there was hardly any time to run. Somehow, we managed.

I think my husband had emailed information about the run and when we came across the booth in the usual running place, we decided to sign up on the dot. It was a 6 km run and there was no time limit. Certificate and medal award to all finishers. A bit expensive though, RM50 registration but the medal was nice enough.

There was also a 3km run for family and the other kids were dying to participate, but without the yes from hubby, based on the previous run earlier this year where I was the only parent with two kids in another event, it wasn't going to work. So it was just me and son no1.

For the most part, for the past one year or so I have cycled at home on alternate evenings using the exercise home-bike. Some people asked about which brand to invest in, I can't compare as this is the same indoor static exercise bike I have used for many years (I think 4 now). We'd only go jogging during the weekends.

Rebuilding stamina has not been easy. Recovery after my third caesarean and fourth delivery was snail's pace compared to all the previous pregnancies. Maybe it's age, I'm not sure. Certainly I did not plan to have a child after the age of 35 but we humans can only plan, God ultimately decides what is best.

Sometimes its hard for me to believe that I used to run 5km alternate week days and 10km-15km long distance run at the weekend. I really hope that I can go back to this level of fitness. I had initially planned to run my first marathon in 2014 after my first half marathon in 2013, until I got pregnant. Ah well, life goes on. Now that baby is nearing 2 years of age, I can slowly go back to a more predictable training and sleep pattern, both not achieved as I write this but certainly hoping it to transpire in the next one year.

The main question is:
1) How to start or restart?
2) How to maintain momentum?

Change is always difficult because staying in one place requires no effort. I had to set goals. My goals were weight loss, to get back to the weight I was before I was pregnant, and to finish that goal of running a marathon that I had set many years back.

I think it's important to write the goals down, and then come up with a plan.

Running a half marathon (21 km) isn't something like going shopping or buying a book. You don't just wake up one day and say 'I think I'm going to run a half marathon', sign up for one the following month, and then do it. Ok, it might work for people who are fit and accustomed to running certain distance but for the majority of normal people, half marathon and any running event regardless of distance requires some thought, preparation and advanced planning.

There were many setbacks. Full time job didn't leave me with much energy to pursue exercise in the beginning (after many months of time off work completely, so I did enjoy returning to work but it had some drawbacks). Baby was also still small and sleep was fragmented at best. So I either didn't exercise or just used the exercise bike.

Cycling has to be roughly twice the distance to get the same amount of work out as a run, if I'm not mistaken. It is a good form of exercise, especially when I was pregnant, and in the early months when my weight was still on the heavy side. I went from 66 kg to 50 kg in about 6 months. Mostly through a bit of mindful eating, a bit of exercise and also nursing my baby.

Then I decided, for many reasons unrelated to exercise, more personal and family reasons then anything else, to move back to Kelantan which also involved taking up a part time job. This was an opportunity to spend more time on my work-out but again, didn't translate. It was painful, running, after not running for so long. My knees hurt as it had when I over-trained for the half marathon in the past.

But at least I did get to cycle more regularly then before. I also ran but not more than 3 km at one go. It was only after signing up for the LTK or Larian Terbuka Kelantan, that I made conscious effort to run, and measure the distance and speed, and make sure that we built enough stamina towards the event. We means me and my son.

Motivating oneself can be an issue, but once I sign up for a race it becomes automatic. I look at the date of the race and then plan ahead how to build up distance from running 3 km to 5 km and making sure we 'peak' at the time of the event.

I felt like a beginner again, struggling with:
1) Breathing
2) Mental strength

The best way to breath is to take deep breaths and to inhale or exhale for as long as possible, shallow breaths will make one tired more quickly.

I also found myself thinking about all sorts of negative things while running which was not an empowering experience.

It was a morning run and I had not done any morning runs in a while. That was another mistake.

I wish there was someone else who would be a cheerleader for me, as I had to be for my son. I had to train him, be his pacesetter, made sure he ate and drank right, plan out the training for him, now I realize that doing something challenging is half as hard as coaching others to do the same.

Today's finisher medal.
Just wanted to share the picture of the medal. When I crossed the line, the girls said, you were so close! Never had that reaction yet. Of course now I am in the women's senior category, there is less competition.



Sunday, November 10, 2013

How to run faster...

I am pretty comfortable with the idea of running long distance. What should I do now?
In terms of goals my ultimate was to run a full marathon. I was planning to run one or two in Malaysia and then proceed to an international race.
(Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, so much has happened since. 7 years I believe have passed, I was pregnant and stopped running for a while, OBGYN said not good for pelvic floor. Masa pregnant banyak jalan dan cycle on static bike sahaja for exercise.

Now 2020, kalau lari banyak miles macam dulu sakit lutut so I only run 2km alternate days. I still enjoy running Alhamdulillah. Yang paling tak best masa PKP/MCO covid is tak boleh jogging. Masa dibenarkan terus petang tu juga jogging pakai mask haha, lepas tu dia orang announce, jogging tak payah pakai mask. Nasib tak pengsan haha.

So nowadays just jog for fun, takde nak join mana-mana event lah. No point kalau sakit lutut etc memang tak berbaloi. Just run to enjoy and also cardio exercise for the heart. Cardio workouts kat youtube pun best tapi nothing beats running outside la, fresh air, scenery. Memang kena buat as a variety in type of exercise. I dah tak aim for any event or speed, just want to enjoy running forever...

But I'll leave some notes for others...)
So, in summary, what I can remember and incorporate into my training to increase speed is something like this:
1) Be consistent in training, run the same amount of miles/km per week every week. Any reduction in distance will result in a step backward in fitness level.
2) To gain strength/become faster incorporate sprints in certain training sessions, the sprints for a distance or time is followed by recovery or rest before the next one.
3) Include running uphill into some of the training to increase strength.
4) Tempo run is running at an increased speed without and breaks.
This is fun. I love variety!

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Run for Gaza...


Now that the race is over and the kids have gone out with their dad, I am left to write about the experience on my facebook wall. And what an interesting experience it was!

This time we were early, and this time both myself and my boyfriend participated in the race, although he was doing 10km and myself, forcefully lumped into the 'veteran' category (I still find it hard to believe...whatever), w...as supposed to be doing 7km run.

*****

While we were waiting around for things to start, a facebook friend came up to say hello. I used to hate it when people came to me and they know my name, and I have absolutely no idea who they are...but I find nowadays people are less offended. The same thing happened during the Putrajaya night half marathon and I am still left wondering until today, who was that friend?

*****

Then I saw Nitahain Hashim Kamal in her gear, looking all ready to hit the road. We introduced each other, talked about shoes and bicycles and the upcoming Women's Marathon, and how we are supposed to get a pacer...

*****

If I am not mistaken the conversation went something like this:

Friend: You can ask your husband to be your pacer.
Me: Why do we need a pacer (I mean I have my phone & app)?
Friend: The men cant participate because its a women's marathon.
Me: Oh (well, for the first time in my life, I actually felt sorry for them LOL).
Friend: You can use your husband or someone else's husband.
Me: Excuse me? Someone else's husband? Interesting...

*****

It was exciting, the buzz before the run, everyone pumped up and ready to go. First it was the 10km runners. They handed out these colour coded ribbon that you wear around your neck at the beginning, that was a light blue one.

Then the gun went off and the race begun. Next, us 7km people entered the pit (I don't know what to call it). At this stage, its still fun. There was a celebrity of some sort who was a bit late and we had to wait one or two minutes for her, then there was something wrong with the starting gun.

Myself and Nita glanced to the back before it started and I can see there weren't that many people. Nita said "there's a chance of winning" and I told her "you will definitely win!". I might even get a chance qualifying for the medal. My hopes were up.

In the car earlier on the way to the venue, my boyfriend and I had been discussing about the medal. There are only 50 for each category. Because I had no idea about the number of participants, I honestly did not think that I stood a chance. But I wished for it. I also wondered if there was any certificate. I was hoping for some kind of memento to remind me of the suffering, I mean, experience.

The gun went off and that was the second last time I would see Nita. The other time was when our paths crossed, hers heading the other direction after making a U-turn at the 3.5km halfway mark, and me, slowly jogging towards the U-turn. I wouldn't have seen her had she not called out my name. Wow, I was impressed to see her massive strides. So that is what elite athlete's look like when they run.

It was pretty much monotonous for the next few kilometres. Kept monitoring my pace. I was a bit uncomfortable with the heat because the sun had started to rise and not all of the path was shaded. At one of the water stations, I decided to splash water on my face, which I did at least three times during the PNM. It was a mistake because I applied my eye cream this morning, (I should have washed it off), and that stuff stings if it gets into the eyes, I didn't wear it during the PNHM. And I had my shades on. So for a few moments I was running with my eyes closed. That was fun yet cooling.

At the 3.5km mark they give you another ribbon to wear around your neck and this one was yellow. I saw quite a lot of other runners wearing blue and purple so I presumed they were doing 10km.

When my phone showed 6km, I decided I should pick up the pace. I felt fine, I was confident I could run at a faster pace till the end. Funny thing was, it started to go uphill for about half a kilometre and this really nearly killed me. My pace doubled what I normally run during practise. But I saw other runners suffer too. During this moment of painful silent suffering, it dawned on me this was what the Penang Bridge Run will be like. Uphill for 10.5km. Scary thought. Let's not go there and remain in denial.

Finally the path started to even out again at about 6.5km. I was thinking I should really pick up the pace but I couldn't see anything near the finish line. It seemed pretty far away. As my phone went past 7km, at about 7.5km I stopped to ask one of the officials and he confirmed my assumption, I was off the 7km track and was doing the 10km instead. Well, no wonder I couldn't see anyone else wearing the yellow ribbon. That was it, I thought, my chance to get the medal was gone, I can kiss it goodbye.

To console myself, I just played the usual mind games. This suffering is nothing in comparison to what the people in Gaza have to face. They may not even make it past their 36th birthday like I did. Nor have the chance to complain about not getting a stupid medal for some charity run.

I played all the survivor and power songs I could think of in my mind. I thought about my enemies. That normally gives me a surge of energy. And other things I cant write on my facebook wall.

At 8km, the cramps started. Why oh why did I not drink that pickle juice. Well, no use regretting now. I did everything else except drink pickle juice. I deserved it.

Luckily, it was not 10km. Soon I was in familiar territory and the race actually ended at 8.7km. To my pleasant surprise, I was handed at finisher medal. Yay! But the story isn't over. I took some pictures with my facebook friend and headed to the car with my boyfriend. I just wanted to go home and eat and shower. And massage my crampy legs.

The unthinkable happened. As I swung myself to enter the car (its a bit high because its an SUV), my left leg went into the most painful cramp/spasm I have ever had my entire life. The pain I can say would equal that of childbirth, where I was left speechless and completely consumed. I could not shout, I could not think. All there was, was this awful pain in my left leg, I was frozen, unable to get into the car, half in, half out, making the situation worse.

My husband had to help me into the car. Had I been alone, I would have had to stay like that until the pain subsided, or I might have fell onto the ground if I couldn't keep my balance. I never thought I would use the breathing techniques I learnt during antenatal class ever again, but boy, were they handy. It took a few moments, eventually the intensity reduced and the pain went away on its own.

It's during times like these when you question yourself, why am I doing this? Is it worth it?

Now, alone at home, limping around the house, I consider this an achievement compared to the kimono walk I had after my first HM.

It is definitely worth and I would do it again and again.

For Gaza.