Four Years Gone

WOOOAAAAHHHHH! What happened? It’s been four years since I last published a blog! I looked back at my drafts, and I have a blog started that says something like, “Woah!! Two years went by!” That was obviously two years ago.  Ahem.  Anyway.  I had several loyal readers pestering me to revive this thing, and so I finally came around. (Ok, it was only one reader. Probably my only reader.  Love you mom!)

The title “Four Years Gone” has a bit of a negative connotation I suppose, because I don’t really feel like they’ve gone… the last four years have been nothing short of beautiful.  If the title is reminiscent of the Led Zeppelin song, “Ten Years Gone,” you would be on the same page as I am.   A meandering exploration of sorts, the past four years have taught me about the fluidity that is inherently present in life and getting comfortable with change.  It has taught me about the paths we walk, versus the paths we seek.  From “Ten Years Gone,” these lyrics are particularly meaningful:

“Then as it was, then again it will be

And thought the course may change sometimes

Rivers always reach the sea.”

So in a nutshell, here’s what we’ve been doing:

  1. Kai: We discovered the overwhelming love and gratitude of adding Baby Kai to our family. With sleep deprivation so bittersweet and heavy like honey,  Mike and I developed an ebb and flow of nurturing our little dude. At the same time, we gave each other the gift of taking turns with Kai so we could get out in our element, whether that be surf or trails. Being a parent has no doubt been our most difficult endeavor yet, but not a day goes by that we don’t crack up laughing at the things he does or says.  While it’s almost never easy, our home is always filled with love and laughter. And farts. Boys fart SOOOO much.   IMG_5052fullsizeoutput_36b6IMG_5402
  2.  Running: Running in the mountains is everything. My heart still races when I’m driving towards the mountains, and my heart swells with awe. My breath slows as if I’m saving it all for the trail, like I will be nourished by the mountain air more so. Exciting right? I’m excited just writing about it. I still run barefoot, but mostly just in our neighborhood now a few times a week. Trust me, my neighbors think I’m really weird. I’m ok with it. The trails are too rocky/hot or I’m too much of a softie to get out there.  The trails in Portland were way more doable! Anyway, I’m still running in minimalist footwear on the trails with my top three being Merrell Pace Gloves, Luna Sandals, and Vibram Spyridons. The relationship between being a mom and being a runner is also important to note. Being a runner makes me a better mom. I’m so thankful to see my little guy when I return home, after the air drains my irritability.  On the other hand, being a mom has made me a better runner. Running feels easier now, and I’m more grateful, present and peaceful when I’m out there. Taking that time for granted is not an option anymore. Plus, pushing a baby out of your hoo-ha without any pain medication gives you new perspective on pain. 😉  Sitting in my wheelchair in the NICU a couple of days after my child was born, I wasn’t sure what my prognosis was going to be to be able to walk across the room normally, much less climb mountains again. My poor midwife had only seen 4 cases like mine in her 25 year career.  The first time I ran 8 miles on the trail with Mike, about 6 months after Kai was born, I sat at the summit and sobbed for a good 10 minutes. So, so grateful for my son’s health, and mine. IMG_5234IMG_5227
  3. Community: Ventura is still where we live, and it has become our home.  Living in one place for a while, we have found out how a place and its community sneaks into your heart and takes hold.  Mike and I are wanderers, and after moving around the country with minimal belongings, we still feel that wanderlust at times. But when it comes down to it, we love our friends so much. The ones with kids, the runners without kids, Dirtbag Runners tribe, and all the weird and wonderful people that bring us balance.AA16C48F-2BAD-4684-B789-D29C6B57EB9EIMG_7786IMG_7856IMG_7013IMG_5544
  4. Katie: Katie, my childhood friend and my college roommate,  moved to Ventura County to do a couple of rotations as a travel RN.  During that time, she moved in with me, and we were roomies again.  She was so easy to have around, just like when we lived together in college. And hilarious, as usual, telling gross stories over breakfast as she got home from the night shift, and I was just starting my day. Katie and I are about as opposite as you can get, except we both love to run.  Katie and I shared many miles together, both while we were living together in college, and whenever she would come visit me in Portland or out in Ventura.  Over the miles and the years, it was easy to call her one of my best friends.  Trail running came naturally to Katie whenever she would come to visit, but especially when she came here to live.  A creature of habit, Katie ran 4 miles almost every day on the road, but had no problem running 10+ mountain miles with me, even though she hadn’t run a hill in the months living in TX prior. Katie was a badass in her own right, solidified when she became a solo skydiver (I’m sure the skydiving community has a better term for that) and then ultimately a B.A.S.E. jumper. To make a long story short (this really needs an entire blog post), Katie and I hugged goodbye one last time when she walked out the door to jump her self-described “bucket list bridge.”  The Bixby Bridge in Big Sur was the one she always wanted, and it would be her last. Everything felt like it was shattering for days after Katie’s death, and nothing made sense. A sentiment, I imagine, many families are feeling now in the wake of the Las Vegas massacre. Love to all of you in the trenches right now.  Katie visits me in my dreams, which is both heart-wrenching and wonderful, leaving me both tearful and ravenous for just one more minute with her.  Katie was maybe the biggest Led-Zeppelin fan I’ve ever met, so when I was thinking about writing something tonight, the title seemed appropriate.  She even learned to play “Stairway to Heaven” on the guitar and debuted it at our best friend Lindsey’s wedding.  She stood next to me at mine.  She wasn’t perfect, much like anyone else, but this made her more likable and fun to be around. She also wasn’t fearless, like she may appear on the surface.  In fact she was full of fears, however hilarious and irrational they might seem at the time. She was terrified of a ditch one time while we were on the trail, and the rain terrorized her on another run, creating fog and funny sounds.  For some reason, she would duck and say with wide eyes, “What’s that?!” As if ducking would help with the rain situation. This is of course, was all ironic considering she routinely jumped off buildings or antennas. What I’m getting around to discussing, is the daily inspiration I gather from the life that Katie lived. I know for a fact that Katie was terrified of flying in planes, so she decided to start jumping out of them to overcome her fear.  I know for a fact that Katie was filled with anticipation and fear every time she jumped off an object, and that was immediately replaced with joy, adrenaline and the feeling of being weightless and flying. We talked a lot about that moment: The moment where you step off the ledge, and what was in her headspace. I think it was a meditation of sorts for her, that elevation out of her body to a place where fears and anxiety don’t exist.  That’s a place where many of us never have the pleasure of going, or never have the guts to venture there.  The degree to which Katie rose above her fears is knock you off your feet inspiring, and a practice which I’ve recently tried to cultivate in my own life.  It may be to a lesser degree, but getting out of my comfort zone is on the horizon to be sure.   My gratitude for having Katie in my life is never ending.
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    Last night out on the town together, about a week before she passed.
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    We put a cross at the Bridge for her. I hope it’s still there.
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    Beautiful artwork made by the amazingly talented Emily Spahr after Katie’s passing.

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    Last long run together, in the rain 🙂 
  5. Vegan: You guys! I went vegan!! It’s amazing! You know I’m doing a whole ‘nother post on this so I can tell you what the hell happened with my health. Returning to the sentient, compassionate person I was meant to be has been nothing short of humbling and amazing. 84266511c1d

 

The last four years! So much happening and not a single blog post.  Haha! I’ve been too busy loving, laughing, running, grieving, and exploring.  The future is so bright!  I have so much hope, intention, curiosity and so many goals that I can’t wait to share  with you.  So, what’s been going on with you? Reach out to me, message me, run with me, hit me up. Community is how we will thrive, and I can’t wait to share with you.  Leigh Scarber on Facebook, bareleigh_running on instagram, and I never use Twitter but you can find me there too 🙂 Peace and love and happy trails.

 

 

How to Have Your Best Marathon with ENERGYbits

Mike and I are getting settled into Ventura, CA, and I have lots of great posts coming! In the meantime, here is a great tip sheet from http://www.energybits.com that describes how to have your best marathon using ENERGY Bits for fuel.  I was able to run 20 glorious miles this weekend using Energy Bits, and it was perhaps the most blissful run of my life in sunny CA.  That is, until I almost stepped on a rattlesnake sitting just off the trail.  But, the snake was just protecting himself afterall…. Good luck and run happy 🙂 And watch out for rattlesnakes!! Although my friends at Muleshoe Ranch might be able to tell me what kind of rattlesnake this is… stay tuned!  MARATHON RUNNING Have Your Best Marathon with ENERGYbits

20 miles on the trail with Energy Bits!
20 miles on the trail with Energy Bits!
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The rattle snake that did not like to share the trail with me…

 

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The Topside of the Tapestry: Seeing the Light After Ectopic Pregnancy

I’ve been unsure about writing this post for the past couple of weeks, but I feel a sudden burst of clarity.  If one person reads this and is grateful that another is going through the same journey, then it’s worth it to me.  The thing is, these past few weeks have made me realize that kindness is abundant, and my faith in humanity has been restored over and over.  My eyes are open wider now, and I’m seeing things I never noticed before.  My husband and I have never felt such love for each other and for the people around us.  It’s never been so crystal clear that Mike and I are supposed to be together, and we’re supposed to be going down this path.  Lastly, I’ve never been more proud to be a strong woman receiving help from other women who’ve been in my shoes or who are simply there to bring flowers or send love.

My friend Emily gave me an image when this all started:  She said that the underside of the tapestry is filled with knots and tangles, and it’s easy to get lost in the web.  But eventually, you realize that the knots and tangles on the underside of the tapestry are important; they create the intricate and beautiful design on top, a carefully planned work of art.

So let me tell you the short version of our story.

Mike and I took an awesome vacation to Frisco, CO and Jackson Hole, WY to ski with some of our friends.  We had a BLAST!!  Skiing every day followed by epic trail winter trail running above 9000 feet was our own little version of paradise.  It could’ve been a little warmer, but no one’s complaining.  The first day I got to CO, I experienced some abdominal cramping that lasted about 45 minutes, but a little ibuprofen and a heating pad did the trick, and I had no problems after that.  I attributed it to the altitude, as I always get some GI distress from high elevations.  No big deal!  Exactly one week later in Jackson Hole, on January 3rd, the cramps were back.  Big time.  Lying in bed, curled up and taking more Ibuprofen, I vaguely wondered if something was wrong.

The next morning, I got up to wash my face and get ready to ski, when WHAM!! I was doubled over at the sink again, having those awful cramps.  I took more Ibuprofen, laid down again and was able to walk within the next hour or so.  So of course, I decided to go skiing!  Meanwhile, I was texting with my mom telling her about my issues of the previous night and the morning.  Throughout the day, my mom probably told me four times that I needed to be sure I wasn’t pregnant.  Oh by the way, my mother is an OB/GYN.  And by the way, I was in total denial about being pregnant. It didn’t make sense!  I just got off of birth control in November, and I’d had a period in December (or so I thought. It turns out it was just abnormal bleeding) and I was due for another soon, so it must just be terrible cramps right?

So, I went skiing.  It was a bad idea. Each bump was torturous, as if the snow monsters were reaching up and trying to pull me down with each turn.  Sound dramatic?  You should’ve seen it, that was dramatic.  After an hour or less, I told Mike and Backus (my longtime childhood friend) that I needed to stop.  The events that followed were nothing short of the most painful cramps and muscle spasms I’ve ever experienced.  Walking was a challenge, sitting was more challenging, and appearing normal in public was out of the question.  I got a ride from the shuttle back home after an hour and a half of waiting, and curled up into my now familiar fetal position back in bed.  “You need to make sure you’re not pregnant,” my mom’s voice echoed through my body.  “If you are, you need to go immediately to the ER, I think you have an ectopic pregnancy, and it could rupture.”  I finally sent Mike out to get some pregnancy tests.

I took one test, then another.  Like so many hopeful mothers, I’d been through this moment hundreds of times in my mind.  Emotions like joy, elation, and hope were always the first feelings that would arise from my reverie, the way that things are supposed to be.  But in this moment, the reality was looking down at that little positive symbol, and I didn’t feel anything except sheer terror.  Then the second positive symbol.  More terror.  I knew that I’d lost this pregnancy already, whether it was a miscarriage or an ectopic pregnancy.  It wasn’t normal to be in that much pain.  Even with the knowledge that I had, I still held on to a tiny shred of hope as we made our way to the ER.

In the ER, I refused all pain meds and anything else they wanted to give, just in case…  After a few hours, the doctor gently explained the bad news, as two pale faced would be parents stared back at him in disbelief.  I’d either already miscarried, or I was still carrying an ectopic pregnancy.  Two days later, a blood test confirmed that I was still pregnant, but my HCG (the pregnancy hormone) levels were rising abnormally indicating an ectopic pregnancy.  Another ultrasound and one fantastic OB/GYN later, we decided to go with a methotrexate injection to terminate the pregnancy that had taken over my right Fallopian tube for the last 5 or so weeks.  Methotrexate is actually a chemotherapy agent.  It seems that since chemotherapy stops cancer cells from multiplying, it also stops pregnancy cells from multiplying in the case of an ectopic pregnancy.  My HCG levels were quite high (8900) and the size of the pregnancy was borderline large, so we knew it was going to be a gamble going this route versus surgery to remove the pregnancy, but we were willing to take the risk.  Mike and I’s top priorities were to make sure I was safe and to ensure that we could have a healthy pregnancy in the future.  Save the Fallopian tube if possible!  And so then we began the process of waiting.

We were able to fly home on Tuesday, January 8th, where my doctor in Portland was waiting for me if there were any problems.  Every couple of days, I’ve been back to the doctor for yet another ultrasound and HCG test to make sure my levels are dropping, i.e. the methotrexate is working. The good news is that the methotrexate is working, but the bad news is that I’m still having quite a bit of internal bleeding and pain.  Pain keeps me awake at night, and I wonder sometimes if I shouldn’t go to the ER again. Sleeping in the recliner isn’t ideal, but I’ll do what I have to do.  It looks like there’s a great possibility I will need to go into surgery on Monday afternoon because of the pain, bleeding, and dropping hematocrit levels.

This whole experience has been nothing short of humbling.  I’m fully aware that modern medicine is saving my life, and I’ve never been more grateful.  I mentioned strong women earlier, and my mom is surely the strongest.  She probably saved my life on January 4th, when she diagnosed me with an ectopic pregnancy over the phone despite my insistence that I wasn’t pregnant.  She told me to go to the ER when I wasn’t sure I needed to, and I certainly did.  I became pregnant probably 2 weeks after stopping birth control pills, despite the myth that it “takes a while.”  I heard my dad (also an OB/GYN) break down and fight for what he knew was right for my treatment, simultaneously revealing his love for us and the severity of the situation.  So you see, the topside of the tapestry is becoming clearer. I feel so lucky and so blessed that I can a) get pregnant and b) that I am surrounded by the strength of my family and friends to pick me up when things don’t exactly go as planned… the way I would’ve planned it anyway.  But this is surely all a part of the big picture, the design and the path I’m supposed to travel with my partner in life.

One of the reasons that I wanted to write this post is because in speaking with other women, I’ve realized how many of us are facing or have faced challenges with fertility and with pregnancy. It’s amazing how strong we all are and how we continue to be optimistic and supportive of one another.  Sometimes, we feel like we can’t talk about it or we shouldn’t, but sharing my story and hearing others’ has been healing.  One of the darkest thoughts we can have, even if it’s transient, is that this is our own fault.  I opened that door, but realized there’s nothing I could’ve done to prevent this.  Mike and I are heartbroken for our loss, but we are looking forward to new life in the future.  The thought of new life, the strength of friends and family, and the love that I feel from my husband and our little lost one is revealing the view of the topside of the tapestry.  It’s perfect.

In the meantime, I’m baking!  Check out this recipe I found on Pinterest: Pumpkin Cranberry Loaf!  It is sooo good, vegan baking at its finest:  The other pictures are my two little buddies, Pooh and Kisha dogs that are making sure I’m resting, and flowers from Lara and Christy, and a singing “Get Well” balloon from sweet Mike.

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So if something is abnormal, even if you’re in denial about being pregnant, see your doctor.  Don’t wait. Ectopic pregnancy is a life threatening condition, and I never thought it could happen to me.

Holiday Half Marathon Race Recap with ENERGY BITS!

Wow this race recap took a while for me!  Sometimes, life gets in the way…  I am still at home recovering, so I have some time to catch up.  The Holiday Half Marathon and 5k is a festive little event in North Portland near the Adidas campus that took place on December 16, 2012.  This was my second year running it, so I felt pretty confident I could beat my time from last year.  Last year, I ran it in 1:47:23.  My goal time going into the race was 1:45, and I felt that was a perfectly attainable goal.

My mistake with this race was not getting my things ready the night before…Hehe, I think it’s safe to say I was a bit over-confident.  “It’s going to be fine!” I thought to myself, no problem.  We sat around, had a nice dinner, and went to bed.  We woke up with plenty of time to eat some breakfast, but realized that we didn’t have any coffee.  I am not a coffee drinker, but it’s my tradition to have a small cup of coffee before a race to give me an extra kick in the pants.  Caffeine has certainly been shown to do that with running, so I was insistent that we get coffee somewhere.  So we decided we would hit the 7-11 before the race, which was the only thing open that early in the morning on a Sunday.  The absence of coffee in my pre-race routine must’ve been the thing that kicked off the chaos that ensued.

While I was pouting around the house about the missing coffee, I began putting my race clothes on.  I had this really silly ugly Christmas turtleneck from my Mrs. Claus costume from the Jingle Bell Run, so I decided to wear that to be “cute” and festive during the race.  I also donned my striped elf socks over my tights for a little extra flair.  My running jacket happens to be green, which was perfect for the theme so I put that on too with the intention of converting it to a vest during the race. Knowing that we needed to stop and get coffee, we hurried out the door with probably not enough time…

We got coffee and headed downtown.  About 2 minutes onto the interstate, I realized I’d forgotten my watch.  Now ordinarily, I really wouldn’t care that much because I’ve never been much for wearing the watch anyway, but today, I was going for a PR!  OH NO!!!  I would need to monitor my pace in order to get the time I wanted right?  PANIC!!  I was driving, so I obviously started beating the crap out of the steering wheel with my clueless husband sitting next to me with his mouth hanging open.  “I FORGOT MY WATCH!!”  We really didn’t have time to go home and get it, because parking down there is a complete nightmare.  As in there’s none right around Adidas, so you have to take a shuttle if you don’t get there early enough, which of course, we didn’t get a ticket for.  So we kept on heading downtown, and I was frantically coming up with ideas.  “Can’t you download a thing on my thing? You know what I’m saying??” I was practically shrieking.

My husband is wonderful, and knows how to translate.  “A GPS running app for your iPhone?” he said, trying not to laugh at me.  Of course he could laugh, he had his stupid GPS watch.  He got to work on my iPhone as I continued to curse myself for forgetting my watch and for wearing such a silly turtleneck.  I realized this was going to be a problem because it was pouring rain.  Now, a cute Christmas turtleneck from Goodwill is one thing if it’s nice, sunny, weather, but it’s a terrible idea if it’s down pouring.  Heavy cotton is the last thing you should be wearing in the pouring rain and wind.

When we pulled up to Adidas, we realized we were too late, because they’d already shut the roads down so we couldn’t get through to try to find a parking space.  We were directed down to the parking lot a couple miles away, so we would need to take the shuttle.  Which we didn’t have a ticket for.  We were screwed!  The guy mercifully let us onto the shuttle, so I plan to contact Foot Traffic to see if we can donate some money to them or a charity of their liking for letting the bandits on the bus, wearing an ugly Christmas turtleneck nonetheless.

On the bus, I tried to familiarize myself with my new running app on my iPhone thanks to my wonderful husband.  I also realized at this point I’d forgotten a hat, which would have been pretty crucial in the weather.  We pulled up to Adidas for the start with a few minutes to spare to check our bag and prepare to start.  The line for bag check was wrapped twice around the garage.  Wow!!  I think they underestimated the amount of people at this race!  Here we were, 20 minutes until the start with hundreds of people trying to check bags, and the line was immobile.  The porta potty situation was pretty poor too, forget about going to the bathroom before the race.  There must have been more people than last year!  Either that or our planning was terrible, I’m not sure which. Probably a bit of both.

In line, I adjusted my Injinji socks and my VFF See Yas, which were just starting to get a little hole in the pinky toe.  Wow, I’ve been putting some mileage on these!  I suppose I’ve had them since April now, that’s pretty good for such a thin sole. 3 or 3.5 mm if I remember correctly?  I feel almost sentimental towards those shoes!  I also counted out 40 Energy Bits and swallowed them with some water.  Here goes nothing!  First race with Energy Bits!  I’d been training with them, so I knew I could expect a wonderful surge of energy that would carry me through the race, despite a pretty low start to the morning.  No one to blame but myself for that though…

Because it took us so long to get our bags checked, we were stuck in the middle to the back of the crowd.  It was raining pretty hard at this point, and I realized that I had also forgotten to convert my jacket into a vest and check the sleeves.  I had no choice but to take the sleeves off and pack them into the back of my jacket, which makes me appear to have a giant booty bouncing around from far away.  I’m told it’s pretty entertaining!  You’re welcome, to the people running behind me 🙂  I had my iPhone in my front pocket of my jacket, which also felt big and bulky to say the least.  I started the iPhone as I crossed the timing mat, which was pretty awkward because I was juggling my phone and some red “throw away” gloves.

There were lots of turns during the first part of the race, so I was effectively blocked in by runners as we funneled through the narrow streets.  I was pretty antsy, so I scurried over to the sidewalk with a couple other runners who were doing the same in order to pass some of the others.  This seemed to work pretty well and I was trying to make up the time that I’d lost being blocked in earlier.  I finally fished out my phone to see how fast I was going, and I was holding a 6:30 min/mile pace at that point!  Ok, ok, that’s too fast!!  To get a time of 1:45, I would need to hold 8:00 min/miles, or slightly less.

I slowed down to about 7:30 min/miles, but I am incredibly stubborn and could not convince myself to go any slower than that.  I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes.  I just feel SO GOOD during the first half of the race!! I can hold this, it’ll be great!  I fell into running with a group of ladies that looked very strong, a local running group.  I was feeling great, so I tried to talk to them a little, saying some encouraging things.  By this point, we were starting to see some of the leaders coming back, which is always inspiring to pick up the pace a bit.  The race is mostly out and back, but it’s a bit further out than it is back.  I said something like, “Wow, it’s great to see the really fast people coming back!  It gives me a little more energy!”  The ladies I was running with were not amused.  They apparently all knew each other and did not particularly want to associate with me.  Oh, I forgot to mention I was also wearing Christmas underwear over my pants.  Superhero style.  With the Muppets character, Animal on them.  So I guess wearing a soaked Christmas turtleneck and underwear is not quite as cool as their slick tech running club shirts! Oh well, that’s ok.

During the race, it began to monsoon.  That was some of the most killer rain and wind I’ve ever run in, much less raced in.  The rain and wind made things irritating.  My gloves became sopping wet, and I couldn’t work my phone with them on, so I decided to throw them out.  I then tried to shelter my freezing hands with my shirt, but it was also dripping cotton.  My jacket, which I was wearing as a vest, is supposed to be water resistant, but nothing could resist the pelting rain and wind. My vest offered no protection to my phone, which became totally soaked.  My fingers were so cold, that at about mile 9, I was totally incapable of working it.  I’m pretty sure my phone also just completely pooped out at that point and decided to quit.  The only real problem I have with this race course aside from the terrible weather that struck is the cant in the road.  The cant is quite severe on many parts of the course, and I felt like I should have been in a velodrome.  The road was so slanted, sometimes I found myself running from side to side because I couldn’t stay on a straight path!  Cant is a bit of a pet peeve of mine, but it could be because I’m a PT and notice things like that.  I even began to imagine at one point that I was developing hip pain from the awkward surface, but decided it was all in my head.  (It was.)  On the bright side, there are some nice neighborhoods that we ran through, as well as a pretty view of the river.

Along the road with the pretty view, the wind was threatening to blow us over.  My race number, poor thing, couldn’t hang.  Probably about the same time I lost the ability to use my fingers and my phone, my race number took flight.  I’d noticed that one of the four holes had ripped, so my race number was hanging by three safety pins and flapping provocatively in the wind.  I was trying to bow my head into the wind, which was coming from the right on the way back, when all of the sudden I saw a race number flying around.  “Oooh, that sucks, bummer for that person,” I thought, looking around for the idiot without a race number.  It took me about 5 seconds to realize that I was the idiot!  Oh no, my race number with my chip is flying around!!  I started chasing it around on the ground, but of course,  as soon as I came up to it, the bastard would fly away again.  Finally, the rain worked in my favor and held it to the ground long enough for me to get it.  Mind you, my fingers were still not functional so I sort of balled up the number and held it in my left hand.  I had to keep looking down to make sure I was still holding it!

My pace stayed at 7:30 until about mile 6 when I decided I really needed to slow down.  I slowed down to 7:45 or so until right after the turn around, when we started going uphill and into a headwind.  At that point, I looked down at my phone and I was going 8:30 min/miles!  Luckily, it was at that time that my lifeboat arrived.  I felt strong and the Energy Bits were working.  I kicked it up a notch, bowed my head into the wind and took off.  I checked my phone again and kept it steady at 7:45 min/mile throughout the rest of the race.  I think, anyway, but I’m not sure since I couldn’t look at my phone after mile 9.  But I must have, based on my finishing time.  I felt strong, and hammered through those last miles despite the conditions absence of the ability to use my fingers.  I couldn’t even stop at the last water stop because I was incapable of grabbing a cup!  Again, totally my fault.  I was figuring that I had maybe a mile left, when all of the sudden, I looked up and saw the mile 13 marker.  What?? I only have 0.1 mile left?  That set a fire under my Animal underwear, and I took off!  I tore for the finish, and was so happy!  My finishing time was 1:42:16, 5 minutes faster than last year, and a new PR for my half marathon.  Mike blew my mind with a finishing time of 1:27:33!!  That’s a pace of 6:41. He never ceases to amaze me.

What I want to really focus on, is how Energy Bits got me through this race.  One couldn’t ask for worse conditions and worse planning on my part.  A poor start to the morning was followed by pure energy, focus, and the ability to stay above the intrinsic and extrinsic barriers that I faced during the half marathon. I truly felt I could rise above the weather, the cold, and the idiotic wardrobe choices.  So have you heard of Energy Bits?

Let’s talk about them. I discovered Energy Bits when I became interested in using real food for fuel vs. the sugary gels that I’ve used in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I still use Clif gels for a kick in the pants, but prefer to use cleaner energy if possible.  Energy Bits have one ingredient.  One.  Spirulina, which is a form of algae, has been recognized as the most powerful, nutritionally dense food in the world.  And that happens to be the one ingredient in Energy Bits.  The minimum recommended “dose” is 30 bits, but more is obviously more beneficial to your performance.  I took 40 before the race and it really seemed to do the trick for me.  During training runs, I ate Energy Bits and had some of the fastest training runs I’ve ever had.  And I typically don’t train fast, which is a flaw of mine, but these things just facilitate a stronger, faster run.  Not to mention, a happy run!  It sounds silly, but I always feel really happy, or almost elevated, or dare I say high?  Keep in mind, Spirulina is NOT a drug, it’s just an amazing superfood!  While it may sound hard to believe, healthy, pure, nutritional food is the key to our health and therefore our performance in athletics.  We are unfortunately, a society that is run by pharmaceutical companies and gimmicks to put a band aid over our problems and provide temporary fixes, as well as temporarily boost our performance.  Overall health is about enriching our lives with the best foods on this earth, and increasing our longevity.  That’s what Energy Bits are about.  Health, performance, and longevity via the simplest route you can think of:  Find the most nutritious food on this planet and grow it organically for the most pure supplement and performance enhancer.  Did I go off on a tangent too much?  🙂  Don’t get me started on pharmaceutical companies…

Anyway, on the Energy Bits website,  they discuss the performance aspect of the bits for athletics:

“For any sport or workout, you need glucose and protein and for a really top performance, your muscles need rapid access to them. This is why nitric oxide is so important. It opens up blood vessels so key nutrients can quickly get where they need to go. Our algae tabs are the trifecta of nutrition because they provide your body with glucose, protein and even nitric oxide. All naturally too. Our algae tabs have the highest concentration of protein in the world (over 60%), all in amino acid form so it quickly converts to glucose. This gives you an energy boost and mental wake up without chemicals, sugar or caffeine  All for just one calorie per tab. We recommend our ENERGYbits® algae tabs (which are 100% spirulina)  for any athletic or high endurance activity.   Spirulina algae has been a favorite of Olympic athletes and trainers for decades. You’ll find out why the first time you try them.”

I am so impressed by this company, that I recently became a proud ambassador for them.  If you have any specific questions for me, please ask me as I’m happy to answer.  I should mention that the bits are going to be a powerful tool for me while I’m recovering from my medical emergency, as I’m slightly anemic due to blood loss.  I couldn’t tolerate an Iron supplement, so I’ve started taking the bits daily to see if this is beneficial for getting my hematocrit levels to rise.  Here is a little snapshot of some of the nutritional highlights of Energy Bits and spirulina, taken from the website:

Nutritional highlights of Spirulina:

  • Provides 12 times the amount of bio-available protein as steak
  • Is composed of 60%-64% protein compared to meat (27%) or soy (34%)
  • More beta carotene than any other whole food
  • 58 times more iron than raw spinach
  • 12 times more iron than beef liver
  • Richest source of antioxidants – necessary for health, and anti-aging
  • Richest source of vitamin A (which helps your eyesight)
  • Richest plant source of GLA to reduce cholesterol and blood pressure

Summary:

To summarize the half marathon, a poopy start to the race followed by even poopier weather and slanted roads ended up ending on a high note as I finished 5 minutes faster than my fastest half marathon, and 3 minutes faster than my goal time thanks to Energy Bits as fuel and my Animal Christmas underwear.

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