I know you're thinking my running shoes on the pavement but sadly I mean the sound of pouring down rain. Its finally that season in Rome. I wake up and its pouring so much that I want to crawl back into bed.
This morning however was different. I went with my Prof to an amazing street market in the pouring down rain at 7:45 am. All I could think was that I should have gone running yesterday when it wasn't pouring. O well. Such is life.
So after that really sweet street market (can you say Christmas present shopping?) I came home soaked to the skin even though it had finally stopped pouring and I treuly felt the call of the road. I've felt this call before, but not like this. All I could think about was running swiftly along the tiber, shorts and a longsleeve (perfect cool but not freaking cold weather, ah the joys of fall). Even though I promised to not run by myself in Rome, today I just couldn't convince anyone to go with me. I figured though at 11 am on a Sunday, who would really be out there? Before I knew it I was changed and walking out the door, ready to start hitting the pavement, or should I saw, cobblestones. I noticed that the stones were starting to dry and little pieces of blue were emerging. Maybe it would be a good run afterall. I headed out from the Campo on my usual route but at a much swifter pace, invigorated by the crisp fall weather and running on my own .
Despite it being 11 am, late for starting a run on a Sunday, I saw a shocking number of runners on the Tiber. Unlike other mornings, they all smiled at me when I smiled back, in fact, one guy even winked at me in a not creepy way. The run seemed to be going great. Running by myself is so meditative. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sure I could do my extra long runs all by myself, but for a few runs sometimes its really nice to get out ther alone. It gives me a chance to think about life and have a little Soph time before returning to my apartment with 8 other girls where alone time is nothing but a creul fantasy.
Before I knew it I was at my turnaround spot, heading back to the Campo happy as could be. As I started to head back, suddenly I found myself back at Ponte Sisto, my bridge back over the Tiber home. How did that happen? How was I all of a sudden about to finish my run? I felt like I had just started it. I guess I run faster by myself then with other people (shocker). But still, the way back felt like a blink of an eye. As I people dodged my way down the cobblestone streets back to the Campo, I couldn't help but think how lucky I am to run along the Tiber, past St. Peters and Castle S. Angelo. What will happen when I return to Seattle and there are no more monumental landmarks? It'll be sad but at least there are actul parks and trees and trails and NO COBBLESTONES (they really wreak havoc on my running shoes!)
Maybe next weekend I'll get to venture out on my own again. On Tuesday we leave for Naples/Amalfi coast for a week and hopefully I can squeeze in a gorgeous coastal run maybe to watch sunrise over the Mediterranean.
Happy running!
Soph
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10.02.2009
My First Run in Rome!
Ah the start of a fresh school year. People laughing, walking to class....a market outside your window at 7am? Welcome to Rome, my home for fall quarter. I'm studying architecture in the eternal city, living in the Campo Di Fiori! Rome is a pretty interesting place. Lots and lots of people, especially tourists, but once the rain comes I think they'll go away. Its pretty hot here though for now.This morning, I finally felt like going for my first run. I figured, I've been in Rome for 5 days, how lost can I really get? Well, as I promised my mom, I didn't run alone. I convinced my roommate Catharine to venture out with me early in the morning, only an hour and 30 mins before our group met 20 mins away at the Colosseum. We figured we had lots of time to run and shower and get ready. Apparently we didn't quite do the math.
Our run began by waiting for Garmy to find itself. It took so long! I forgot that moving hundreds of miles away from Seattle would confuse it a little bit. After waiting at least 10 or 15 mins for it to register, we were off! People dodging our way out of the campo, we found ourselves in a small side alley heading toward the river (the Tiber). We decided to follow the river on our first run to minimize getting lost. We found a staircase down to the riverside. It smelled an aweful lot like pee which gave me an iffy feeling about the riverside. Did I mention that most of the streets are cobblestones? That's also why we went by the river, it was our hope to avoid the cobblestones. As we decended, I looked ahead and saw beautiful pavement leading to a dirt path. No cobblestones.
We ran down past the island in the tiber, under many bridges and finally decided to turn back and run on the opposite side of the river. I saw a few runners, but on the whole I'm ot sure sure Italian people run, despite the many marathons in their country. As I headed back to the Campo I couldn't help but think about the long runs to come by the river and trough the neighborhoods of Rome.
Happy trails!
Soph
5.18.2009
I Love the Smell of a Marathon in the Morning!
As I awoke from my deep sleep, realizing I was squished between two other people in a tent, it hit me. Today I was running my second marathon. The Capital City Marathon in Olympia, WA. I got out of my bag, watching everyone else begin to awake, and meandered inside Prof Kennedy's house (we were camping in his backyard) to use the bathroom and prepare for what was to come. I pulled on my race clothes, ate my half banana and half bagel, helped take down our "circus tent" and off we went to the start line. As we pulled up to the downtown park start line, Camper says "I don't think we'll be able to find parking" to which Phylly almost agrees to, then realizes there is tons of parking out and that camper was being facetious. It was way too early in the morning for sarcasm.
As I thought to myself about my race plan, it dawned on me that if it wasn't to chilly at 7 am, it was going to be freaking hot by 10:30 or 11. Sunglasses were a must in my mind. At the start line we mentioned our goal paces, Camper's being to break the 4 hr barrier, and mine and Phylly's around 9:30 min/mi, to beat the Seattle marathon's time.
When the gun went off, we were off! Camper went up ahead, Phylly and I holding back not to get to carried away. But then, coming around a small inlet ofter 2 miles, I was feeling great. Not the sort of great that I would push to hard and then die later, but the sort of great like I could blow the doors off my pr. I began to push my pace a bit and was running next to another woman. She introduced herself as Connie, and I asked her what her goal pace was. She said this was her 17th marathon (she should be a marathon maniac!) and her goal was around 4 hrs, but that she runs for herself and for fun. I decide in my head that this pace is good, a bit faster than I had anticipated, but what the heck? Why not push myself and see what happens? I knew I wouldn't be doing a fall marathon since I'd be in Rome, so if I didn't pick a summer one, this was going to potentially be my last marathon for a year. We cruised for the next 18 miles at a solid 8:55-9:15 pace (our garmy's told us so). For a few miles inthe middle, where there were some short rolling hills (and glorious downhill) I could see Camper 300m ahead of me cruising along, and I thought of Phylly behind me, whom I had intended to run with. I hoped everyone was feeling well!
The heat started around mile 17, as we emerged from the countryside to head back into the city. Although there weren't many spectators (some people were upset, but I didn't mind since we'd bee doing trail runs with no spectators really) the ones who were on the course, Connie and I really appreciated. We took turns saying thanks to them, and a few who we saw multiple times learned our names and cheered us on! As we headed into the last 3 miles, I could feel how much I wanted to be done with the race. It was hot out, and the map had promised downhill, but really, there were some rollers. Luckily, people brought out their hoses and sprinklers for us tired and hot runners to cool ourselves off in. Also, with water stops every 2 miles, it was easy to cool off by dumping the rest of my water cup over my head. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the downhill came and I cruised into the finish, overjoyed to have completed another marathon. I came in at a 4:04 (about 20mins better than Seattle, to get 4th in our age) Connie hugged me and we parted ways to find food and water. I found Camper who had indeed broken the 4 hr with a 3:54 (3rd place in our age division!) and we waited for Phylly to come in at 4:19. All of us pr'd that day! Laury and Caryn were running the half and they got 1st and 4th in their age division too! It was a great day for all of us.
As we headed home, tired with tight muscles, I couldn't help but wish I had pushed harder in the last 3 miles, because then I might have broken the 4 hr marker. As I fell asleep that night, all i could think about was my next plot to run. I want to pr again, and as Connie said during our race, after the 2nd one, you're hooked. Even though I told myself I'd be switching to shorter distances, and work on my half marathon time, I find myself craving another marathon, despite the pain in my IT bands, and a few blisters on my feet, the first 23 miles were no problem. Maybe if I do a 24 miler as training the first 25 wont be bad since this time we did a 22 miler, and the first 23 weren't so bad. Am I crazy? I don't think so, but beating my time running was a way better high then when I was rowing and would beat my 2K time. Nothing compares so far to the joy and empowerment of finishing a full marathon, and I can't wait for more.
Happy running!!!
Soph
As I thought to myself about my race plan, it dawned on me that if it wasn't to chilly at 7 am, it was going to be freaking hot by 10:30 or 11. Sunglasses were a must in my mind. At the start line we mentioned our goal paces, Camper's being to break the 4 hr barrier, and mine and Phylly's around 9:30 min/mi, to beat the Seattle marathon's time.
When the gun went off, we were off! Camper went up ahead, Phylly and I holding back not to get to carried away. But then, coming around a small inlet ofter 2 miles, I was feeling great. Not the sort of great that I would push to hard and then die later, but the sort of great like I could blow the doors off my pr. I began to push my pace a bit and was running next to another woman. She introduced herself as Connie, and I asked her what her goal pace was. She said this was her 17th marathon (she should be a marathon maniac!) and her goal was around 4 hrs, but that she runs for herself and for fun. I decide in my head that this pace is good, a bit faster than I had anticipated, but what the heck? Why not push myself and see what happens? I knew I wouldn't be doing a fall marathon since I'd be in Rome, so if I didn't pick a summer one, this was going to potentially be my last marathon for a year. We cruised for the next 18 miles at a solid 8:55-9:15 pace (our garmy's told us so). For a few miles inthe middle, where there were some short rolling hills (and glorious downhill) I could see Camper 300m ahead of me cruising along, and I thought of Phylly behind me, whom I had intended to run with. I hoped everyone was feeling well!
The heat started around mile 17, as we emerged from the countryside to head back into the city. Although there weren't many spectators (some people were upset, but I didn't mind since we'd bee doing trail runs with no spectators really) the ones who were on the course, Connie and I really appreciated. We took turns saying thanks to them, and a few who we saw multiple times learned our names and cheered us on! As we headed into the last 3 miles, I could feel how much I wanted to be done with the race. It was hot out, and the map had promised downhill, but really, there were some rollers. Luckily, people brought out their hoses and sprinklers for us tired and hot runners to cool ourselves off in. Also, with water stops every 2 miles, it was easy to cool off by dumping the rest of my water cup over my head. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the downhill came and I cruised into the finish, overjoyed to have completed another marathon. I came in at a 4:04 (about 20mins better than Seattle, to get 4th in our age) Connie hugged me and we parted ways to find food and water. I found Camper who had indeed broken the 4 hr with a 3:54 (3rd place in our age division!) and we waited for Phylly to come in at 4:19. All of us pr'd that day! Laury and Caryn were running the half and they got 1st and 4th in their age division too! It was a great day for all of us.
As we headed home, tired with tight muscles, I couldn't help but wish I had pushed harder in the last 3 miles, because then I might have broken the 4 hr marker. As I fell asleep that night, all i could think about was my next plot to run. I want to pr again, and as Connie said during our race, after the 2nd one, you're hooked. Even though I told myself I'd be switching to shorter distances, and work on my half marathon time, I find myself craving another marathon, despite the pain in my IT bands, and a few blisters on my feet, the first 23 miles were no problem. Maybe if I do a 24 miler as training the first 25 wont be bad since this time we did a 22 miler, and the first 23 weren't so bad. Am I crazy? I don't think so, but beating my time running was a way better high then when I was rowing and would beat my 2K time. Nothing compares so far to the joy and empowerment of finishing a full marathon, and I can't wait for more.
Happy running!!!
Soph
3.24.2009
The Taste of Spring
This spring break, I headed home to the Bay Area in California for some fun in the sun, before heading off to cold Michigan for my Grandma's birthday. The first day I got home, I planned to go with my uncle, but not run, since I'd been running a lot the whole week before. But, when we got to gym, I felt that itch, the trail was calling! I headed out for a run in the sun!
All the runners we saw on the way to gym had on longsleeves and shorts, it was a bit windy out, but at 68 degrees, I knew I'd be fine in my shorts and tank top. I put on my ipod, which was weird since I'm used to running with friends, or without music, and headed out of the parking lot. The first thing I noticed was the severe lack of trees along the road. Since California is more dry then Seattle, I expected this, but the sun was really beating down on me, making me so glad I left the long sleeve at home. As I headed up the one "hill" on my route, I realized how lucky I am to run in such a great beautiful green city (Seattle of course) with so many trails near by, rather than the desert like climate of my home (but it is alwasy nice to come home from Seattle in winter and be able to run in the sun).
Despite the lack of trees, the sun on my back felt fantastic and I cannot wait until it gets nice enough in Seattle to run in shorts and a tee shirt along the water and admire the view.
I hope its not freezing in MI, where I'm headed next to run, undoubabtly wishing I was still in the California sun!
~Soph
All the runners we saw on the way to gym had on longsleeves and shorts, it was a bit windy out, but at 68 degrees, I knew I'd be fine in my shorts and tank top. I put on my ipod, which was weird since I'm used to running with friends, or without music, and headed out of the parking lot. The first thing I noticed was the severe lack of trees along the road. Since California is more dry then Seattle, I expected this, but the sun was really beating down on me, making me so glad I left the long sleeve at home. As I headed up the one "hill" on my route, I realized how lucky I am to run in such a great beautiful green city (Seattle of course) with so many trails near by, rather than the desert like climate of my home (but it is alwasy nice to come home from Seattle in winter and be able to run in the sun).
Despite the lack of trees, the sun on my back felt fantastic and I cannot wait until it gets nice enough in Seattle to run in shorts and a tee shirt along the water and admire the view.
I hope its not freezing in MI, where I'm headed next to run, undoubabtly wishing I was still in the California sun!
~Soph
3.20.2009
How this all started.....
Although I've only been running for a little more than a year (I was a rower before then), I've quickly been sucked into the world of long distance and trail running. Today while sitting with one of my roommates I told her how excited i was that we started this blog. She looked at me and said "Oh Sophia, you've crossed the threshold to a runner." I was thinking about this today and looking back on the past year, all three have us have come a long way.
We all met at Husky Running Club last winter quarter. After running for a few weeks together, Allison and I were talking about how her New Year's Resolution was to run a marathon. We both though nothing of this for a bit, and in March she threw out the idea of the Seattle Marathon in November. Me being new to running and all hesitated, but the ambition and adventure inside me told me to go for it. A week later we signed up and Phylly joined us on our wild ride of training. They both had run before in college/high school, but me being the newbie, I had no idea what to except. We built up slowly, and before we knew it we were saying things like "We only ran 10 miles today, I really wanted to do more."
My parents were surprised with my running, but quickly grew accustomed to hearing about 2+ hour runs as though they were apart of my everyday existence. When school started, the marathon drew closer. Phylly didn'register for the Seattle Marathon, so she signed up for the Seattle Ghost (read: Marathon Maniac's way of getting back to back marathons) and as our race dates grew nearer, we become more excited and nervous to race. It was going to be the longest any of us had run. When the dates rolled around, Allison and I ventured out to watch and cheer for Phylly on the monotonous and repetive Ghost coarse consisting of laps from Seward Park to Madrona Park (boring I know), which was the day before the Seattle. The next mornign we found ourselves embarking on our journey to finish the race. All in all it was awesome, and the next few days we were all sore to say the least.
A few weeks later, I couldn't help but think, what's next. So that's what we're doing now. Going for the next big thing. We've kept the running up after some marathon recovery time, and ventured out to Orcas Island for the Fat Ass 25k in Moran State park (It was a "whale of a run" but SO much fun and SO beautiful). Since then, school picked up, finals came this week, but after all was said and done, we ventured out to good old Issy (we'd go more if the bus ride wasn't so long....) and ran through misted mossy green forests (aka awesomeness), where the idea arose to start a blog. The idea bloomed from there and so here we find ourselves now.
I hope you enjoy reading about our runs and training!
Happy Trails!
Soph
We all met at Husky Running Club last winter quarter. After running for a few weeks together, Allison and I were talking about how her New Year's Resolution was to run a marathon. We both though nothing of this for a bit, and in March she threw out the idea of the Seattle Marathon in November. Me being new to running and all hesitated, but the ambition and adventure inside me told me to go for it. A week later we signed up and Phylly joined us on our wild ride of training. They both had run before in college/high school, but me being the newbie, I had no idea what to except. We built up slowly, and before we knew it we were saying things like "We only ran 10 miles today, I really wanted to do more."
My parents were surprised with my running, but quickly grew accustomed to hearing about 2+ hour runs as though they were apart of my everyday existence. When school started, the marathon drew closer. Phylly didn'register for the Seattle Marathon, so she signed up for the Seattle Ghost (read: Marathon Maniac's way of getting back to back marathons) and as our race dates grew nearer, we become more excited and nervous to race. It was going to be the longest any of us had run. When the dates rolled around, Allison and I ventured out to watch and cheer for Phylly on the monotonous and repetive Ghost coarse consisting of laps from Seward Park to Madrona Park (boring I know), which was the day before the Seattle. The next mornign we found ourselves embarking on our journey to finish the race. All in all it was awesome, and the next few days we were all sore to say the least.
A few weeks later, I couldn't help but think, what's next. So that's what we're doing now. Going for the next big thing. We've kept the running up after some marathon recovery time, and ventured out to Orcas Island for the Fat Ass 25k in Moran State park (It was a "whale of a run" but SO much fun and SO beautiful). Since then, school picked up, finals came this week, but after all was said and done, we ventured out to good old Issy (we'd go more if the bus ride wasn't so long....) and ran through misted mossy green forests (aka awesomeness), where the idea arose to start a blog. The idea bloomed from there and so here we find ourselves now.
I hope you enjoy reading about our runs and training!
Happy Trails!
Soph
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