In the one year and roughly ten months since I laced up my theretofore walking shoes and set out on my first outing as a runner I have learned many things.
- That I can, in fact, run! Not just run “because zombies/people with big guns/IRS agents/Student Loan collectors are chasing me”, but run because I want to and I actually enjoy doing it.
- That falling on a run is generally never as bad as we imagine it will be before we’ve done it.
- That sometimes when one adopts a major lifestyle change, other people aren’t so much fans of it. And that’s okay. They don’t have to be.
- That if you push yourself past one “I’ve never/I could never” boundary you start looking for others to barrel over.
I started running saying “I’ll only ever want to run 5Ks. I have no need to ever run A Marathon!” I currently have several 5Ks, three 10Ks, and a Half under my laces, and now those laces are with me as I train for what? A Marathon.
- That once you open yourself up to One Big, New Thing other Bigger, Newer Things follow quickly in its wake and your life becomes the Biggest, Newest Thing of them all.
- Tonight I learned that I can, in fact, stay on an elliptical for more than 1.5 miles and it will not kill me.
And by “stay on” I don’t mean just stand there texting and flirting with the weight lifters (seen it!). I mean “stay on” as in actually moving the foot sleds in an appropriate rotational motion over and over and over and over again for all of 3.0 miles! And I didn’t quit. Not even when my quads were screaming in two part harmony “Get thee to a treadmill woman!” (They didn’t say “woman” but Mother will be sorely disappointed if I repeat their little potty-mouthed commentaries.)
Like many other runners I’ve come to love reading about running. Amby Burfoot, Christopher McDougall, Hal Higdon, and George Sheehan are my new Jodi Picoult and Alice Hoffman. Runner’s World has replaced O and Real Simple.
Most of my “Liked” pages on Facebook have to do with running.
And our social life revolves around races, either running them or volunteering with our running club because that’s another running is: A community.
But I’m digressing a bit here . . .
Back to the reading about running . . .
As I’ve read about running I’ve come to the conclusion that there certain Inevitable Ignominious Interludes in the life of every runner. After Sunday’s run I’ve knocked two off the list. It was actually during Sunday’s run (which was supposed to be Saturday’s run but got put off due to circumstances beyond our control) that this list came to me. So here I will share:
The Runner’s List of (mostly) Inevitable Ignominious Interludes
- Falling. Otherwise known as face-planting.
Been there, done that. Got the high fives from other runners!
- Eating a bug. Covered this one on Sunday. Okay, kindasorta covered it…
There I was running along and feeling pretty good given that Sunday was “Suddenly Summer Day” here in our fair metrolopolis when *ack* *cough* *gag* I felt the distinctive sensation of a bug hitting the roof of my mouth. Thank God my lightening quick “I don’t want to choke to death alone on this trail” reflex kicked in and I managed to trap it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and spit it out before I ended up curled up on the trail praying for a Heimlich Certified ‘nother runner to come along before I gasped my last gasp.
- Spitting/Being Spat Upon
Much like everyone poops (the cute children’s book, not the runner version – I’m getting to that) every runner spits.
I learned to spit.
Unlike my little sister and her childhood BFF Angie I did not hone my spitting skills at a young age. I was blessed to have a Southern Grandmother who instilled in me a strong sense of what Young Ladies do and do not do. Spitting ranked high on that list. Little Sister had the same Southern Grandmother, she just didn’t care about The List.
However, once you become a runner many otherwise socially unacceptable behaviors become necessities. Spitting is high on that list. It didn’t take me too many runs to learn that swallowing too much water while running would more than likely lead to ignominity #5 or #6, so my ever-patient HCRP worked with me on the vital skill of “Swish and Spit”.
But with great power comes great responsibility and in the case of spitting one must learn to look left, look right, look right again, then spit. To the right. I have yet to spit on another runner and, thankfully, I have yet to be spat upon. My days are, obviously, numbered.
- Snot Rockets.
I’m reasonably certain I just lost every single non-runner who’s ever stumbled across this blog with those two little words. But runners know the nose knows and sometimes you just got to blow.
I actually saw Kara Goucher blow a snot rocket at the Starting Line of the New Orleans Half this year and was shocked when I found myself respecting her style instead of being utterly disgusted. Another “I’m A Real Runner Now!” moment.
There are a host of reasons why puking happens in running: Nerves, fueling too close to your run, changing what you eat to fuel before a run the day of a race (never, ever, ever do this!), consuming too much water or sports beverages during a run (hence the importance of mastering the Swish and Spit), and heat (a big one down here in Dixie). And the one that I think maybe about 10% of us ever really do: Leaving absolutely everything on the course and having nothing but the waning contents of your stomach to leave at the Finish Line.
As in down one’s own leg, not just in general.
Again, a number of factors can lead to this, but it generally comes down to either skipping a port-o-john or being so intent to PR or win that you honestly don’t care about anything else and stopping is not an option! (I can assure you this one will likely never happen to me. If I have to choose between peeing anywhere but down my own leg or pretty much anything else, the “anything else” is out the window.)
- Remember: Everybody Poops
And sometimes runners poop . . . well . . . on the run.
This is one that easily 99% of us will never, ever experience because we don’t run that far or that hard. But it does happen. To the Extreme Runners. And from what I gather, they really don’t give a crap! Okay, they do but not the way most of the rest of us would. They’re too busy being awesome and superhuman to care about such. In fact, at that level, I’m pretty certain it’s almost a badge of honor.
However, if you’re concerned about preventing this in your own running experience I had a little time Sunday during The Longest 2.75 Mile Run Ever to come up with my personal list of Things That (might) Make You Go Poo:
Changing your pre-run/race fueling foods. This is not the time to change partners in mid-dance people! Replacing peanut butter with almond butter is probably perfectly safe, just not right before running. Tummies are funny things.
Switching sports drinks. If you’re a Gatorade drinker switching to Powerade is probably best done on a rest day just in case there really is a substantive difference in their chemical composition. (This is a lesson I learned from personal experience, thankfully not during a run or race.)
Deciding that the night before a race (or run) is the perfect time to try “Thai Hot” for the very first time. It isn’t. It never will be.
I am certain, because I’m still a Running Newbie, that I’ve either missed or completely mis-conceived something in this list. But if you’re Running Newbier than me I’m probably not too far from right.