Burning lungs

Remembering winter running in the East: I had never even heard if indoor track until I ran in college. We trained on a 200-meter banked, rubberized track which was actually pretty fast once you found your rhythm. You had to do 8 laps to equal a mile, which meant we did more laps than I care to remember. The only downside was they usually heat the buildings, so by the time you are done your have a horrible hacking cough and burning lungs. . . .
More on those crazy, hazy, oh, just plain cold days in the Northeast in this week's column, which will appear New Year's morning in the Monterey Herald.

A Rio Resolution

Rain is in the forecast, but a girl has got to run. So Blake says she's going to start her year by running in Carmel's Rio Grill's Resolution Run, a 6.5-mile fun run at 9 a.m. Saturday (of course, we're assuming she's going for the longer option, rather than the 3-mile run):
http://www.riogrillsresolutionrun.com/

The view from California

On this Tuesday morning it is cloudy and 51 degrees out. We await this evening's storm which promises big wind and rain. This morning is an ideal time to run, just as yesterday, with its broken cloudy skies, was a beautiful day to get outside for a run, or a jog, or just a walk. On CNN there are pictures of snow banks, icy roads, people trapped in airports. In this little coastal hamlet, we aren't worrying about being trapped, in fact, Mother Nature is inviting us out.
This week, Blake writes about how she went from her hometown in North Carolina, braved a winter in Boston and finally settled in the Monterey Bay Area. It's a tale of coaches, car burglaries, and in home refrigerated beer kegs (what a concept!). Saturday in the Monterey County Herald.

Serenaded by frogs

They say to be a runner all you need is shoes, a shirt and shorts. Being an elite runner, I need a little more than that, but at least I don’t have to carry around a hockey bag full of equipment.

OK, I do carry a bag when I go to track workouts. That bag has a little of everything, from my racing shoes, extra spikes, Band-Aids, skin lube and even duct tape. But when I’m going out on a trail run I don’t need that much gear. In fact, when I was in high school, I don’t remember having much running gear at all. That was before these high tech fabrics that wick moisture away from your skin. In those days it was cotton T-shirts that would get heavy and wet.

Looking back, I wonder how I could stand it. I don’t remember having a running bra until I was in college.

Today, I’m lucky because Reebok supplies me with all my running gear. With my contract, they even custom make shoes for me. I need very wide shoes because I have bunions. Let me tell you, runners don’t have pretty feet. Jon, my husband, is a toe runner, so he constantly has black toes and is losing toe nails.

When I was working as a physical therapist, patients would show me their feet and tell me they couldn’t run because of their bunions. I’d take off my shoes, show them my feet and say, “I run 90 miles a week on these.”

There aren’t too many running gadgets in my bag.

I’m not much of a gadget person. I’m not one who runs with a pair of earphones in and an iPod turned up.

This week I went for a run along the coast through Pebble Beach and I could hear the frogs near Bird Rock. I’d miss that if I were wearing headphones.

If it’s raining out, like it was this week on the Monterey Peninsula, I’ll throw on a hat and a jacket. I have to admit rain is my least favorite element. I am definitely not an Oregon girl.

The rain was so heavy Sunday I went for a run on the treadmill at the gym. I really don’t like the treadmill, but one thing about them at my gym is they are set up in front of a full-length mirror. That gives me a chance to watch myself, watch how my feet land, pay attention to my form — make sure I’m being efficient with my stride.

It beats trying to watch television at the same time. I don’t see all that well, so I can’t read the closed-captioning on the screen.

No, I prefer a simple run by the ocean and listening to the frogs serenade me.

Old school with Blake

Shorts and shirts made with hi-tech fabric, heart monitor and gps all on your wrist watch, elliptical trainers and treadmills ... forget all that, this week in her column Blake goes old school with talk of sweat-soaked cotton T-shirts, black toes and bunions. Ah, to be a runner. Check it out Saturday.

Time changes

Blake and her family have been on the road the past few weeks, from the east (Plymouth) to the west (Hawaii). The time changes have played a little havoc with Quin’s nap schedule, but haven’t set back Blake’s training schedule.

“It hasn’t been too bad. Sometimes I have problems if I’m racing in a different time zone. Like if I’m racing at 7:30 a.m. in Florida, my body still thinks its 4:30 a.m. If it’s a big race I set time aside to get adjusted.

“The worst is track races at night. I once had a 10:30 p.m. race at Stanford. It was the best time weather-wise, but waiting around was the worst.”

Eager to put my racing shoes on again.

I guess I have taken a slightly different path than your typical pro athlete.

Luckily I’m a runner and not a swimmer, or a Chinese gymnast who hits her prime at what, 12? I wasn’t able to train full-time until after I got my contract with Reebok in 2004. Before that, it was kind of an “intense hobby.”

When I came out of college (University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, 1997), I wasn’t the best, but I was improving.

I was just a late bloomer. In 2004, I just missed making the Olympic team after leading for much of the way. Even though I was probably the dark-horse, it was still a huge disappoint­ment. It’s not fun to finish fourth and get passed in the last 800 meters of a marathon, but that performance helped get me my contract with Reebok.

Had I been a college superstar or known I had Olympic potential, things might have been different.

Right out of college my parents encouraged me, and even offered to finance me, if I wanted to just focus on running. But I wanted to get my master’s in physical therapy and work in the field.

Sometimes I wish I had taken them up on the offer to just run for a few years. When you take those 40 hours on your feet — the time you spend working — out of the equation, it makes all the difference. One of the toughest parts was taking the time off work to fly to races.

In a way, I think I am more appreciative of my contract with Reebok now because of the way I earned it. There is something about knowing you can still fight your way to the top, as opposed to someone who is given everything all along the way.

You know, of all the women running in Division I in 1997 I am the only one still competing. Thankfully, women have established that they can run well into their late 30s. I’m 35, yikes! It takes years and years to develop the stamina in order to race a marathon. I raced and won my first marathon at 28 after

over ten years of competing in cross country and track. I was back at work as a physical therapist the next day, rolling around on my stool because my quads hurt so bad.

Though it was frustrating to take time off to have a baby during my peak years, I would not have changed a thing. My coach and I had talked about options, and the best was to have as much recovery time as possible.

Having a baby right after the Olympics gave me the most time to recover and try to qualify for London in 2012.

Jon, my husband, agreed. It’s a good thing, because I would not have won any mommy comeback awards.

There have been a few bumps in the road, but now things are falling back into place. The U.S. Olympic Trials are creeping up and are only a year from January in Houston. In the meantime, I am deciding on a spring marathon and will use the USA 8k Cross Country Championships in San Diego on Feb. 5 as a tune-up race and possibly a few track races along the way.
I am eager to put my racing shoes on again.

A preview: Tales of a late bloomer

I guess I have taken a slightly different path than your typical pro athlete. Luckily I’m a runner and not a swimmer, or a Chinese gymnast who hits her prime at what, 12? I wasn’t able to train full-time until after I got my contract with Reebok in 2004. Before that, it was kind of an “intense hobby."
When I came out of college (UNC Chapel Hill, 1997) I wasn’t the best, but I was improving. I was just a late bloomer. In 2004, I just missed making the Olympic team after leading for much of the way.
Even though I was probably the dark-horse, it was still a huge disappointment. It not fun to finish fourth and get passed in the last 800 meters of a marathon, but that performance helped get me my contract with Reebok.
- Read Blake's column in its entirety in Saturday's Herald

On the bucket list

When people find out I live here they ask me if I’ve run the Big Sur Marathon. I do plan to some time. It’s a beautiful marathon, but right now I need a fast time. The course just isn’t conducive to that.

But it is something I want to do after my competitive career is over. It’s just so scenic. Jon is trying to work out his schedule so he can train and run in it with a friend this year.

Slow down there girl

How do you hold back a thoroughbred? If you ask Blake Russell’s husband he’d probably answer, “with great difficulty!” Seems the Olympic marathoner has a difficult time keeping her foot off the accelerator during a race, even if that race is only supposed to be a fun run. As we were working on this week’s column, Blake reflected on what her running life might be like after retirement. “Running in key marathons when I’m in top shape, I like that idea. … But the idea of racing after I’m done as an elite runner, that doesn’t appeal to me.” Because when Blake gets in a racing environment she wants to race, not to just enjoy the journey as she does on many of her training runs. So entering a Turkey Trot with her husband? “The plan was we were going to run together, but I kept surging ahead of him. At one point he grabbed me by the braid and said, ‘What? You got a hot date you’re late for?’” — Dave Kellogg, Blake’s writing “coach”

Packing my coach for vacation

This week's column:

How do you make sure you keep training even when you’re on vacation? Take your coach with you.

This week Team Russell (me, 18-month-old Quin, my husband Jon and coach Bob Sevene) went to Kauai for a vacation. It was our first official vacation since before the Beijing Olympics and, believe me, the Olympics didn’t feel like a vacation.

Getting motivated to run has never been a big issue for me. When you’re an elite runner you have to be internally motivated. But there are times I’m more excited about running than others.

There are just days when you feel like running forever.

I had one of those in Hawaii this week. I had started out on a bike trail, but then cut down a narrow trail and found a long dirt road, the perfect surface that doesn’t overly tax my joints.

What a great discovery. I was enjoying myself so much, I extended my run. The only reason I turned back was because Jon and Quin were waiting for me. They were frolicking in the pool while I ran.

That’s something I enjoy about runs: they can be about exploring new trails, seeing new things (like the adventure I talked about in last week’s column where I slipped out of our training center in China). I don’t like to do the same thing every day. I love being out in nature, exploring.

That’s what makes training on a treadmill so tough. It’s almost like time is going backward. It takes forever.

You have to fight with yourself not to keep looking at your watch.

The better I feel the more I want to run. It’s more fun when you get in better shape.

Runs seem to fly by.

Sometimes the toughest part is just getting started, just getting out the door. But I remember that I almost never finish a run feeling worse than when I started.

Running intervals at the track? Now, that can be daunting. I tell myself I’ve done this before and I can do it again. Once you get started the adrenaline kicks in. I get competitive with myself, trying to bring my times down. That’s also when it’s good to have a training partner and a coach there. It makes it easier to know it’s not just you out there suffering.

That’s one thing about Coach Sev, I think he errs on the side of caution. He knows if I’m feeling good I’ll push the workouts. He knows I’m giving it my best effort. It’s pretty rare when I’ve said I’m done and just leave the workout.

This past week in Hawaii, Coach Sev joined me on some of my runs or was waiting for me when I got back. Now that was good motivation.

Vacation motivation: A preview

A preview of Saturday's column: H ow do you make sure you keep training even when you're on vacation? Take your coach with you.

This week Team Russell (me, Quin, my husband Jon and coach Bob Sevene) went to Kauai for a vacation. It was our first official vacation since before the Beijing Olympics and, believe me, the Olympics didn't feel like a vacation.

Getting motivated to run has never been a big issue for me. When you're an elite runner you have to be internally motivated. But there are times I'm more excited about running than others.

In a recent interview with Runner's World, I mentioned how after watching the New York Marathon several years ago I was so pumped up I took a run that was a lot longer and faster than it should have been.

Sea breeze

I start down the bike path this pleasant warm morning, then take a turn down an opening in the lush vegetation. I work through the thick foliage until the path emerges on a dirt-packed fire road. Ah, paradise for concrete-weary joints. A sea breeze refreshes me like one of those tall drinks with a paper parasol. I feel like I want to run forever. First vacation since the Beijing Olympics and China was no vacation. This is Hawaii and I think I like it.

just me and a couple of coyotes

Over Thanksgiving weekend Blake and I had a telephone conversation about some of her favorite runs. When I asked her about what her ideal run would be, she didn’t hesitate. In the background I could hear the cry of a toddler demanding a mother’s attention. It wasn’t Quin, but his cousin, who is also about 19 months old. Blake was in a houseful of relatives, old and young, and the excitement level sounded high. So, in a way, I wasn’t surprised that Blake didn’t say anything about the thrill of qualifying for the Olympic team, or entering the Olympic Stadium at the end of the marathon before a cheering throng, although I’m sure she’ll never forget those times. When asked about her favorite run she went somewhere a lot different.

“My ideal run would be just me, by myself. Oh, and maybe a couple of coyotes.

One of my all-time favorite places to run is Walden Pond in Massachusetts. When I was working in Boston I would go for early morning runs there before work. You could run for two hours without seeing another soul. There were a lot of mornings where it was just me and a couple of fishermen. I loved seeing the sun peeking through the trees and the mist coming off the pond.”

Well, heck, it was good enough for Thoreau. – Dave, Blake’s writing “coach”

http://www.mass.gov/dcr/parks/walden/

Running fun in China

When you’re an Olympic athlete, you can’t take many days off. So when I’m out of my Monterey Peninsula comfort zone, I still have to get out and run. That means finding a challenging, safe course — even if you’re on the other side of the world.

Being in China to compete in the Beijing Olympics in 2008 presented me with many unique challenges, not the least of which was finding fun places to run.

The track and field team arrived three weeks ahead of time to acclimate to the country.

We stayed in a town called Dalian which is about a nine-hour ride from Beijing. It is a resort town on the coast, away from the pollution and heat of Beijing.

Security was ultra tough.

There were about 30 to 40 armed guards stationed around the hotel and training facilities. We could run around the hotel golf course, but that got boring pretty fast.

If we left the hotel grounds the guards were instructed to follow us in their car. Luckily we were able to lose them by ducking in some trails nearby or out a back entrance of the golf course.

If the marathoners needed to do a road workout, security officials would shut down six miles of the highway or a local road for two hours, stopping all local traffic until we were finished. I felt sorry for those drivers stuck waiting for us. Officials also closed roads if we needed to go to the training track, which was about 20 minutes away.

We had a police escort that stopped all traffic until we passed.

It was the easy runs on the rural roads that allowed me to see more of the Chinese countryside. I stumbled across a beautiful temple up a hilly road on one of these runs. Another time I came across a group of men who appeared to be taking a break from some sort of game — they were squatting in a circle, laughing. When I ran by and greeted them in Chinese they were a little stunned.

We runners definitely stood out in China. The locals were eager to practice their English on us or get a photo with us even though they had no idea who we were. The children were sweet and often came running up with hand-drawn pictures saying “Welcome to Beijing.” Some of the children were a bit more wary and just hugged their parents’ legs not knowing what to make of us.

One memory really stands out to me now that I have a toddler — that was seeing young children not wearing diapers. Maybe they were on to something over there.

This week's column

Here's a taste of this week's column, which will appear in Saturday's Monterey Herald: W hen you’re an Olympic athlete, you can’t take many days off. So when I’m out of my Monterey Peninsula comfort zone, I still have to get out and run. That means finding a challenging, safe course — even if you're on the other side of the world

Being in China to compete in the Beijing Olympics in 2008 presented me with many unique challenges, not the least of which was finding fun places to run.

Security was ultra tough. There were about 30 to 40 armed guards stationed around the training facilities. Luckily we were able to lose them by ducking in some trails nearby ...

For whom the bell tolls

This week in Blake's column we'll be talking about finding good, safe running courses when you're away from home. There was no bigger challenge than doing that in China during the days leading up to the Beijing Olympics. Security guards, closed roads and lots of curious locals just added to Blake's fun on training runs in the days before the Olympic marathon. One of the treats once she ducked the guards was finding a local temple, where Blake exhibited her skills as a bell ringer. More on this to come in Saturday's Marathon Mom. - Dave Kellogg, Blake's editor

California dreaming

Blake and I traded e-mails over the Thanksgiving weekend. She talked of running the historic trails on the East Coast with her husband, I talked of walking the shoreline on the opposite coast with my wife and son. She admitted being a little jealous. Why? It was about 35 degrees warmer in California. "When it comes to running, there's no one happier to touch down at Monterey Airport than me. This is just a great place to be a runner."
- Dave Kellogg, Blake's writing 'coach'

The challenges of holiday running

One thing about holidays, they tend to break routines. For an athlete training for the Olympics, that isn’t always a good thing.

Many people assume that you just take holidays and weekends off. Most runners don’t take days off, we still need to be out there, even when our family and friends might be comfortably planted on the couch.

So it’s a challenge to keep up the running through the holidays.

I’m hoping that we’ve started a new family tradition this Thanksgiving — running in a Turkey Trot. We were celebrating Thanksgiving on the East Coast with my husband’s family. When we’re out there I love to run Plymouth’s Old Sandwich Road.

It’s a very pretty, peaceful run.

This year, for the first time, they held a 5K race in that area on Thanksgiving morning and much of our family competed, while grandparents and kids watched. After that, it was back to the house for feast preparations and plenty of good eats.

One of the things that helps me during the holidays is making sure I get my run in early, before the real festivities begin. If I wait, then I have this cloud of guilt hanging over my head and it just ruins my holiday anyway.

So while everyone else is puttering around, just getting ready for celebrating, I need to get to running.

At the same time, I don’t like people pushing me out the door. I have got to muster up the urge to run myself.

When it’s cold and I need to run, I usually bundle up and walk around the house until I get the urge to run.

My poor mom. During high school and college when I was home during the summer she would try to wake me up early and try to get me out running before it got too hot. That was something I really didn’t enjoy.

One of the many good things about having Quin around is he makes sure I stay in a routine. When I have just a limited time to run, I don’t wind up procrastinating and wait too long for the urge to run to hit me. I just have to run or miss it.

This year, we were going to try and combine some outside time and my running. There’s a real nice bike path near where we were staying so Quin and the family could walk along there while I went for a run.

What are we going to do once Quin understands the whole Christmas Eve? Santa Claus is coming, let’s get up at 5 a.m. on Christmas? I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Heck, my sister would wait until after I got back from my run to open presents.

Our turkey trot

Hi guys, Fun but freezing 5k on Thanksgiving morning on East Coast. Quin and Jon rode the shuttle bus to stay warm while I warmed up,then we traded. It was low 30s at the start. Jon and I ran together which was the first time we have run together in years. After the race he said he still hates running with me. I thought we were having fun, though he was sweating a bit more than me : )

Weekend workout = father/son quality time

In this week's column I'll be talking about how runners don't take days off. That means I'm running on weekends and holidays. It actually works out kind of nice for Jon, my husband. Saturday morning is usually Jon and Quin quality time. As I leave for a Saturday workout they are walking into Pacific Grove for some breakfast and park time.

A new Thanksgiving tradition

We're off to the East Coast this week where I'm hoping to start a new family tradition: Thanksgiving Turkey Trots. We're planning to run in the first Thanksgiving Day Pilgrim 5K. I love this race already, check it out: http://www.active.com/running/plymouth-ma/thanksgiving-day-pilgrim-5k-2010?cmp=1064

Flying cross-country with Quin, the first time since he's been this mobile. We're hoping Grover and the Sesame Street gang can help entertain him.
In my column this week Dave and I will be talking about holiday running, getting out the door when the family is warm and comfortable on the couch. It is a challenge.

Reflecting on running, pancakes, coffee and donuts, not exactly in that order

Blake Russell: When an Olympic athlete’s focus turns to food
Lessons learned when reflecting on running, pancakes, coffee and donuts, not exactly in that order.
Dave Kellogg here, Blake’s ‘writing coach.’ An interesting aspect of Blake’s personality came out as we were working on her first column. Reflecting back on being the official starter for the Big Sur Half Marathon, she emphasised how, although she would have liked to run the race, it was really nice to eat pancakes with young Quin while Daddy was huffing and puffing on the course along Monterey Bay.
I didn’t fully appreciate that until later in the conversation when we were talking about the best way for people to cheer you on when you’re running a marathon.
“I remember running the Chicago Marathon and my husband and coach kept popping up on the course,” Blake said. “It was kind of fun, I never knew where they’d show up. Apparently they were hopping on and off the subway.
“It was great . . . until I noticed they were eating donuts and drinking coffee they had gotten from my favorite shop. I was a little ticked off. I mean, if you’re going to do that, you better make sure and have donuts and coffee waiting for me at the finish.”
Ah, well, OK then, duly noted ; )

Starting Again

I had a completely different race experience at Sunday's Big Sur Half Marathon. I didn’t run, I was the race’s official starter.
I don't usually go to races just to watch, so being the starter gave me an entirely different perspective on things. I was amazed at all the runners, watching them go by wave after wave.
But I have to say I prefer to be racing.
In a way, I’m off to a new start. I had been scheduled to run in the New York City Marathon a few weeks ago, my first marathon since having Quin. But that plan changed when I suffered a calf injury.
Aside from just missing qualifying for the Olympic Team in 2004, not making the starting line in New York was the most devastating thing in my career over the past 15 years. The kicker is that I was feeling the best I had in years. Nothing hurt and workouts were getting better and better. As my Vietnam vet coach would say, I finally had some bullets in my gun, and I was ready for war.
It has been hard to get back into training since. I had a little post-marathon depression. People don’t realize how hard it is, how much you have to put yourself mentally into running.
When you’re a competitor you point your training to a goal. When you get hurt, you have to adjust. You have to go to Plan B, or Plan C.
With the help of family, friends and especially Quin (it’s pretty hard to be in a bad mood too long when you have a little person running around), I am out of my funk and looking ahead. I’m looking at doing a marathon in the spring.
This week I returned to track workouts for the first time since the injury, and things are going pretty well.
Coming back from the pregnancy was actually tougher. When I started training after having Quin I felt like I had never run before. It was just horrible.
I tell people who have just begun running it might take a couple of months before they can get the aerobic fitness to really enjoy it, to get to the point where it feels effortless. When things aren’t going right, one of the first things that pops into your head is to give up and do something different. That happened to me after I had Quin.
I had to remind myself that you don’t just lose your talent. You have to know that it’s still in there somewhere. And I know the Olympics are so close, and in a way I’m so ready. I know I’d be disappointed later if I gave up now.
So I start again.