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December 31, 2017January 19, 2019

Herstory: She Can Run Farther

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The ‘Herstory: She Can’ series profiles women who pursue their passions. Each have stepped up with courage, a message, and a willingness to share her own odyssey.

This is a first person account from one of our Machu Picchu trekkers, Emily Woodward, who just completed her first marathon.


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I never planned to run a marathon. This wasn’t some bucket list item that I was dying to accomplish. It was merely a result of circumstance.

Sacramento has a great running community, and most of my running is done around town with a group. Late last summer rumblings of the 35th California International Marathon (CIM) started to infiltrate my running group, and many were signing up. At first, I ignored these rumblings, but after a while, I started to think that if there was ever a time for me to give the marathon a try, this had to be it. I’d be training with this unbelievably supportive network, so I wouldn’t have to take this challenge on alone. I simmered on it for a few weeks, and then I decided to sign up.

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A shot of my awesome running buddies after we finished the Run the Parkway 20 Mile tune-
up race just a month out from the marathon.
After hitting the official sign up button the natural progression was to question everything about this life choice, then accept it as reality, and then do a butt load of research on training and fueling. After all, I only had 18 weeks to become a marathoner.

Two main things stick out from my 18 weeks of marathon training. The biggest thing is how quickly the human body and mind can adapt. There’s a point in training where I ran 10 miles for the first time and it felt like such an accomplishment. However, I couldn’t begin to imagine almost tripling that on race day. In a few short weeks, 10 miles become an easy “step back” run. Towards the end of training, I was running a quick 10 miler after work as one of my week day runs. The human body is literally nuts!

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Some of the essential items I used during training: Mizuno Wave Rider running shoes, Clif
Bloks (margarita and salted watermelon), handheld water bottle, and a GPS watch
The second thing that sticks out to me, and this applies to life in general, is that no matter what goal you are trying to reach, there are going to be both bad and good days. There were days where I wanted to quit, days where I was exhausted, days where I finished a run near tears, and days where every mile felt like running through quick sand with bricks tied to my ankles (Want to train for a marathon yet?!). However, there are also wonderful days: days where I felt like super woman, days where my legs felt like they could run hundreds of miles, and days where it felt like nothing in the world could stop me. The challenging days made me stronger, and the good days brought me back for more.

With just two weeks to go before the race, the taper began (reduction in mileage and resting for the race). I actually found these to be the hardest weeks of training, especially mentally. I thought that all of the work I put into training was going to fizzle away in these two weeks. I knew this wasn’t logical, but that’s the fear that crept up towards the end of training. With just 5 days to go before the race, I started questioning everything.
Did I train enough?
Is my race day fuel plan going to work?
Can I do this?
What the heck did I get myself into? Thankfully, I kept a daily journal during my training. I went back and re-read my entries. This reminded me that I put in the time and miles, followed the plan, and was ready.

When race day finally arrived, I got up bright and early at 5:00 AM. I ate half of a bagel with peanut butter, half of a banana, and chugged a glass of Gatorade. I drove to the start with four of my running friends. We planned to run the race together. The start gun went off at 7:00 AM; it was show time.

Both my body and mind felt unbelievably strong on race day, and I had a blast. I was singing along as we passed crowds blasting music, laughing at the clever and hilarious signs that people made, and above all, I was having fun! I got to run past my boyfriend and a group of my friends around mile 21. They made a giant cardboard cut out of my face, which provided a much needed moment of laughter towards the end of the race. It wasn’t until mile 23 that my body started to waiver. My legs were tight and my pace slowed. This is when the mental battle began. I kept telling myself to put one foot in front of the other.

The mental game I played these last 3 miles was harder than any physical issues my body was trying to overcome. The race ended in downtown Sacramento, and as I got closer and closer to the finish line, the crowd noise grew louder and louder. With just steps to go, I put the biggest smile on my face, and I ran across that line with both arms high in the air.

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Exhausted, but all smiles at the finish line.
In my mind, when I crossed that finish line, I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t have been successful without a super supportive network of family and friends: my run group that helped me get through some really tough training runs, my family and friends back east that sent messages during training and on race day, my friends here in Sacramento that cheered me on during the race, and my boyfriend who put up with me for 18 weeks of training and also biked along the course to cheer me on. It takes a village…

I told my boyfriend after the race that I don’t think I’ll ever do another marathon. I’m writing this post merely one week after my race, and I must confess something. I already started looking up marathons and even ultra-marathons in the area. The bug bit me, the bug bit me real hard. If I have one final takeaway from this entire experience it’s to never doubt what you are capable of once you set your mind to something.


Su historia: Ella puede correr lejos

La serie “Su historia: Ella puede” representa mujeres que persiguen sus pasiones. Cada una ha intensificado con coraje, un mensaje y la voluntad de compartir su propia odisea.
Esta es una cuenta en primera persona de una de nuestras excursionistas de Machu Picchu, Emily Woodward, que acaba de completar su primer maratón.

Traduccion por Henry Tovar

Nunca planeé correr un maratón. Esto no era un elemento de la lista de cosas que moría por lograr. Fue simplemente un resultado de las circunstancias.
Sacramento tiene una gran comunidad de corredores, y la mayor parte de mi carrera se realiza en la ciudad con un grupo. A finales del verano pasado, los rumores de la 35ma maratón internacional de California (CIM) comenzaron a infiltrarse en mi grupo de corredores, y muchos se inscribieron. Al principio, ignoré estos rumores, pero después de un tiempo, comencé a pensar que si alguna vez había un momento para probar el maratón, tenía que ser así. Estaría entrenando con esta red de apoyo increíble, así que no tendría que enfrentar este desafío solo. Cocine a fuego lento durante unas semanas, y luego decidí inscribirme.

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Una foto de mis increibles amigos corriendo despues de que terminamos la cancion Run the Parkway 20 Mile – carrera hasta a un mes del maraton

Luego de presionar el botón de registro oficial, la progresión natural consistió en cuestionar todo lo relacionado con esta opción de vida, luego aceptarlo como realidad y luego hacer una carga de investigación sobre el entrenamiento y el abastecimiento de combustible. Después de todo, solo tenía 18 semanas para convertirme en maratonista.
Dos cosas principales sobresalen de mis 18 semanas de entrenamiento de maratón. Lo más importante es cuán rápido se pueden adaptar el cuerpo y la mente humanos. Hay un punto en el entrenamiento donde corrí 10 millas por primera vez y se sintió como un logro. Sin embargo, no podía imaginar que casi se triplicaría el día de la carrera. En unas pocas semanas, 10 millas se convierten en una carrera fácil de “retroceder”. Hacia el final del entrenamiento, corría 10 millas cortas después del trabajo como uno de mis recorridos diarios de la semana. ¡El cuerpo humano es literalmente loco!
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Algunos de los elementos esenciales que utilice durante el entrenamiento: zapatillas para correr, Mizuno Wave Rider, Clif Bloks (margarita y sandia salada), botella de agua portatil y un reloj GPS

Lo segundo que sobresale de mí, y esto se aplica a la vida en general, es que no importa el objetivo que trates de alcanzar, habrá días malos y buenos. Hubo días en que quise dejar de fumar, días en los que estaba exhausto, días en los que terminé corriendo cerca de las lágrimas y días en los que cada kilómetro parecía correr a través de arena rápida con ladrillos atados a mis tobillos (¿Quieres entrenar para un maratón todavía? !). Sin embargo, también hay días maravillosos: días en los que me sentía como una súper mujer, días en los que sentí que podían correr cientos de millas, y días en los que parecía que nada en el mundo podía detenerme. Los días desafiantes me hicieron más fuerte, y los días buenos me trajeron para más.
Con tan solo dos semanas antes de la carrera, comenzó el estrechamiento (reducción de kilometraje y descanso para la carrera). De hecho, encontré que estas son las semanas más difíciles de entrenamiento, especialmente mentalmente. Pensé que todo el trabajo que ponía en el entrenamiento iba a esfumarse en estas dos semanas. Sabía que esto no era lógico, pero ese es el miedo que se arrastró hacia el final del entrenamiento. Con tan solo 5 días antes de la carrera, comencé a cuestionar todo.
¿He entrenado lo suficiente?
¿Mi plan de combustible para el día de la carrera va a funcionar?
¿Puedo hacer esto?
¿En qué diablos me metí? Afortunadamente, llevé un diario a diario durante mi entrenamiento. Regresé y volví a leer mis entradas. Esto me recordó que puse el tiempo y las millas, seguí el plan y estaba listo.
Cuando finalmente llegó el día de la carrera, me levanté brillante y temprano a las 5:00 a.m. Comí la mitad de un bagel con mantequilla de maní, la mitad de un plátano, y tragué un vaso de Gatorade. Manejé hasta el comienzo con cuatro de mis amigos corriendo. Planeamos correr la carrera juntos. La pistola de arranque se encendió a las 7:00 AM; era hora del espectáculo
Tanto mi cuerpo como mi mente se sentían increíblemente fuertes el día de la carrera, y me divertí muchísimo. Estaba cantando mientras pasábamos multitudes tocando música, riéndonos de las señales inteligentes y divertidas que hacía la gente y, sobre todo, ¡me estaba divirtiendo! Tuve que pasar corriendo junto a mi novio y un grupo de amigos alrededor de la milla 21. Me hicieron un cartón gigante en la cara, lo que me proporcionó un momento de risa muy necesario hacia el final de la carrera. No fue hasta la milla 23 que mi cuerpo comenzó a renunciar. Mis piernas estaban apretadas y mi ritmo se ralentizó. Aquí es cuando comenzó la batalla mental. Seguí diciéndome a mí mismo que pusiera un pie delante del otro.
El juego mental que jugué estas últimas 3 millas fue más difícil que cualquier problema físico que mi cuerpo intentara superar. La carrera terminó en el centro de Sacramento, y cuando me acerqué más y más a la línea de meta, el ruido de la multitud se hizo más y más fuerte. Con solo unos pasos por recorrer, puse la sonrisa más grande en mi rostro, y corrí a través de esa línea con ambos brazos en el aire.
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Cansada, pero todo sonrisas en la linea final.

En mi mente, cuando crucé esa línea de meta, no estaba solo. No podría haber tenido éxito sin una red de familiares y amigos superventas: mi grupo de ejecución que me ayudó a superar algunos entrenamientos realmente difíciles, mi familia y mis amigos en el este que enviaron mensajes durante el entrenamiento y el día de la carrera, mis amigos aquí en Sacramento, que me animó durante la carrera, y mi novio, que me aguantó durante 18 semanas de entrenamiento y también en bicicleta a lo largo del curso para animarme. Se necesita un pueblo…
Le dije a mi novio después de la carrera que no creo que vaya a hacer otro maratón. Estoy escribiendo esta publicación simplemente una semana después de mi carrera, y debo confesar algo. Ya comencé a buscar maratones e incluso ultramaratones en el área. El error me mordió, el error me mordió muy duro. Si tengo una última conclusión de esta experiencia, nunca dudes de lo que eres capaz una vez que establezcas tu mente en algo.
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  • Life...One Big Adventure December 31, 2017 at 4:28 pm Reply

    Amazing! Well done. You are an inspiration and your post is just what I needed on 1 Jan 2018! Thanks, Mel

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  • cliff rawley December 31, 2017 at 4:55 pm Reply

    Thanks for the inspiring story of goal setting and reaching a great accomplishment.
    Has this young lady hiked some of the trail with you in Peru?
    Cliff and Martha

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  • Angel from Boldly Went December 31, 2017 at 6:38 pm Reply

    yay! I love stories like these. Way to go. Congratulations. Running is addictive. Watch out! Next think you know you’ll be signing up for a 50 k, 50 miler, 100k then 100 miler. 🙂

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