You have it within you, I know you do.
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You have it within you, I know you do.
Run to the mailbox……#runhardalwaysfinish www.runhardalwaysfinish.com
Posted by Run Hard – Always Finish on Sunday, April 30, 2017
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It was an evening run with no headphones, I needed to concentrate. I looked at the path winding away from me and took a long slow breath before setting off. The air was muggy and heavy, but the sun was sinking slowly behind the trees, and cooling off of the evening had begun. I started down the path to do my warm up before tackling the scheduled 8x600meter speed-work. I did not have the luxury of a well-marked track to run on, so I marked the path with big rocks and branches, this marked where the interval ended and the joy of the recovery run began. I know that I could have glanced down at my Garmin to let me know when each part began and ended, but in the midst of speed-work, I cannot do math, I cannot figure out anything with decimals and a big rock that signifies STOP, works better than numbers….so BIG rocks and branches is what was used. I ran my warmup out and turned and ran back to my vehicle where I had a towel and water stashed ready to help me recover after each set of 2 intervals. (Out and back) I will post the splits below, but there was something I found funny, and although I was in pain, I could be seen laughing as I ran.
Like I stated before, I was doing and out and back, 600 meters is roughly .37 miles and my recovery was .25 miles which equals .62 miles. (I can do math now, I am sitting on an airplane writing this….and I have the calculator on my phone right next me) As I began my first interval out, I passed a young couple on bicycles, with little people strapped in seats behind them. They were barely moving, frankly I don’t know how they were staying upright and I blazed right passed them. I crushed that first interval, passed that big rock that said slow down and completed my recovery. I then turned around and started interval #2. There was a blind corner on this path and I was at a full gallop when I turned that corner. I used the skills of a ninja and Jell-O to miss the same family on the bikes. They had stopped to smell the flowers, or look at the sunset, or something, but what they almost received was me wrapped around the spokes. I gave a wave to the little kids, never missing a stride and continued to the pile of sticks that told me to slow down. I found my water, took a breath, and toed the line for intervals #3 & #4. Now dusk was setting in and sweat was in my eyes, but I was ready this time and when I saw the happy little family, I was ready. This time the kids must have wanted to change which parent they were riding with and this full scale procedure was happening right in front of me. I made a choice to go right and commit to it, just like Tom Cruise in Days of Thunder, I put the throttle down and trusted that everyone would clear by the time I got there, and they did. Yes, they cleared, but it involved me finding my inner hurdler. The interval was done, the rock said “slow down” and recovery was underway. By this time, I think they thought I was stalking them and they moved on to find other areas to explore, but my speed-work continued.
#5 and #6 were done without any major incidents, except for me getting lost in thought and almost missing the big rock, it was a BIG rock. I toweled the sweat from eyes and told myself that I had only one more set to do. I complain a lot about speed-work, I think about it during the day, I construct amazing excuses of why I should maybe just make it an easy run, or better yet, stay in the hotel room and watch TV. Then, just as clichéd as it sounds, I fight through the exhaustion and pain, I count down the miles till the light at the end of the tunnel changes from a train coming right at me, to the Finish Line that is welcoming me to cross it. This night was no different, and now I pounded down the path, intent on crushing these last two intervals. #7 was a total victory, I slowed at the rocks, hit my split time and felt strong. Taking a deep breath at the turn around, I cruised to the pace that was called for and rounded the blind turn and I WAS FLYING, when there next to the path, tail in the air, and from what I could gather in that millisecond, in a bad mood….SKUNK. Now, basically this is how this goes, if you look at the graph of my speed from this workout, there is no doubt you could find the exact moment that I passed Pepe’ Le Pew. I once was told that every runner has 6-8 seconds of acceleration in them, no matter their level of exhaustion. I used all 8 seconds, and Usain Bolt had nothing on me for that brief span of time.
Intervals were over, the cool down had been completed and I sat on the ground drinking my water and chocolate milk, all the while keeping an eye out for Pepe’. I sat there with a sense of satisfaction that only runners really understand. No one made me go out there and run. The Hanson Brothers were not sitting in Michigan, wondering if a guy named Reist was going to live up to his obligation he had written down on a piece of paper months ago. I was compelled to go a push myself, because I am runner. I find strength in my exhaustion, satisfaction in my accomplishments, and my level of determination rises with each run I finish. I am on a quest for an epic run, I will find that run when I bury the excuses and embrace the work. – Reist Mummau
Location – Murfreesboro, TN
Date – June 16, 2015
Warm Up – 1.51 miles 8:58 pace
Interval – 5.03 miles (400 meter recovery included)
1 – 2:26.4 0.37 6:38
2 – 2:29.1 0.37 6:40
3 – 2:26.8 0.37 6:37
4 – 2:27.0 0.37 6:36
5 – 2:23.7 0.36 6:37
6 – 2:25.4 0.37 6:37
7 – 2:22.0 0.37 6:28
8 – 2:18.9 0.37 6:13 (Skunk Interval)
Cool Down – 2.54 miles 9:20 pace
Total Miles – 9.08 miles
GoRun – BeEpic
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In order to accurately describe the final few runs of the second week of training, I have to take you back to the shortest run of the week. Wednesdays are my dedicated rest day during training and while rest days are annoying, I also look forward to them. But this past Wednesday, there was going to be a short run completed on rest day. A year ago a guy asked me if anyone could run, especially a “big” guy. We talked about how running is possible for anyone, the key is to just start, which he did. He started by walking on the treadmill, 15 minutes left him winded, 15 minutes left him exhausted, 15 minutes is what he could give. He continued to work every day, he began to change his diet, and he began to see new results. We would often talk on the phone about how things were going, then we decided to set goals. At the end of January 2015 he set a goal to run a half marathon in February 2016, and with that decision we were off and “running”, (See what I did there) meanwhile he was still walking, still working. He would update me weekly, 20 minutes, 38 minutes, 45 minutes, he kept getting stronger. The question he would always ask me was, “How will I ever finish 13.1 miles?” The answer is simple; you just don’t quit. Several weeks ago we talked and he told me that he felt like he had plateaued, both in his weight loss and conditioning. He was now up to 60+ minutes a day walking with no issues, he was definitely getting stronger. Last week, I was working in his area of the world and we met up for what he thought was going to be a Wednesday morning walk, we didn’t walk the whole time. On this Wednesday we RAN 30 seconds and walked 4 minutes, we destroyed a hill that tried to discourage us and finished 2.5 miles of running excellence. He crushed it plain and simple. Several hours later, he looks at me at lunch and says all morning he has been burning up inside, that he was so full of energy and wished he could just go back out for another run. “Welcome to the Runners High, I would like to introduce you to endorphins!”
I run for a lot of reasons. I have goals that I want to achieve, and work hard to chase of them. But as a runner, watching another runner achieve goals so far out of their comfort zone is ultimately one of the most inspiring things to witness.
This Weeks Totals:
This week ended with 4 solid runs, the final run on Sunday with my son was very cool. But my “Rest Day Run”will be the defining moment of this 2nd week of training.
Training 2.3 – Rest Day 2.5 miles
Training 2.4 – 6.15 miles 52:32
Training 2.5 – 6.26 miles 53:40
Training 2.6 – 7.02 miles 59:23
Training 2.7 – 9.04 miles 1:17:59
Week 2 Mileage Total – 46.55 miles
Shoes – Red/Black Brooks Adrenaline GTS 15
Week 2 Training is completed
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Training 2.3 – The “Rest Day”
Date – 6/10/2015
Runners always get asked how and when they started running and there answer almost always starts with, “I never thought I would be a runner”. I am no different, but how I started was a bit stupid, I was a bit stupid.
In 2010 my sister in law up and decides she is going to run a marathon in honor of her mother, who has beat breast cancer twice, at the 26.2 with Donna Marathon in Jacksonville, FL. When she finished this race, she was very clear to challenge her unsupportive brother in law (me) to try and run a marathon. I accepted the challenge and then I didn’t train very well and when I stood at the start line in my cotton socks, no band-aids and never having run more than 8 miles, I figured I was ready.
Here are some things that happen to an unprepared marathoner:
-You don’t eat or drink because you are afraid to stop and use the porta-john (as if time was an issue!)
-You are confused why people keep offering you Vaseline; I figured it out in the shower later.
-I started with a banged up foot, I ended up with 2 displaced fractures and a broken toe, Nice.
-Medics followed me from mile 23 begging me to quit and when I finished, they put me in a wheelchair while calling me names. (Deservingly so)
But guess what, I was hooked. I finished in 5:43:44 and I made the loud proclamation that I would be back and I would break 4 hours. I subscribed to Runners World, I went to the running store and got the correct shoes, I trained my butt off, and I was doing it right this time. And when I returned one year later, I ran 3:59:10.
I have run 10 marathons up to this point and my desire for the finish-line never wanes. What I didn’t know was, what an unbelievable community that we as runners are a part of and I wanted to try and make it better. I travel over 200 nights a year all over the U.S. and I get to run in so many different states and towns. I have been able to see all types of runners, fast, slow, big, or small and they all have one thing in common, they run. I am part of a community that survives on support from others. I started a page for my family as we all started running, to help encourage each other and at times talk a little smack. That page has grown into something I could have never imagined and it is so inspiring. Runners that I will never meet find and give encouragement through the page. Nobody cares who’s fast or how far they run, because all runners deserve a high-five! The page name came from my wife as I ran that first marathon. She stood on that course all day and found me at so many mile markers and screamed “Run Hard, I know you will Finish.” She believed in me and I figured I better believe in myself, so I finished.
What drives me to run? I want so badly to qualify for Boston. My marathon PR is 3:41:42 and my qualifying time is 3:25:00. It seems like a stretch, but I believe I can do it. So I keep pushing and I keep running. I run because I want to encourage others to keep fighting. I want everyone to experience the finish line at least one time. It can be that one time that sparks a fire. Running has shown me that I am tough and that I have a little bit of awesome inside me; I just need to believe it.
Quotes that help me:
Let effort, not speed define you as a runner.
You are STRONGER than you know.
The “Rest Day” is done
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Training 1.1 “The Pacer” Run
Time – 6:15am
Location-Santa Clara, CA
Distance – 6.21 miles
It was anything but warm this morning in Santa Clara. The chill was just enough to make shiver and wonder if I should have dug around my suitcase for my gloves, but that would just be crazy, it is June. I set off on the familiar path that I have been running for the last month while working in California. The first mile borders a busy road and is very nosy, and then it angles back into neighborhoods and is surprisingly peaceful amongst this busy city. The path was busy today with bike riders commuting to work and retirees out for morning walks. I was scheduled to run 6 easy miles for Day 1 of training and I was doing a 3 mile out and back from my hotel. The first 3 were a bit uncoordinated and I could find no real rhythm.. As I was approaching the turnaround point, I passed another runner coming towards me and I recognized the familiar Boston Marathon Finisher shirt she had on, the shirt I so strongly desire to earn one day. I waved and made my turn and proceeded to fall in behind her about 75 to 100 meters back and we ran. I say “we” ran, but I don’t think she had any idea I was behind her. Her pace was so even and her stride so smooth, I began to feel my own run smoothing out. I followed her for 2 miles, until we hit a crosswalk where I caught up and to be honest may have freaked her out when she saw a 6’3” Clydesdale rolling up behind her. She slowed to the side and gave me an odd look, so I smiled and said “nice run” and kept on going, she waved smile back and said “Thanks!” I noticed she then fell in behind me for the remaining of the path, then headed into the neighborhood. Little did she know how she helped me on this run, I am grateful to my “Pacer”
For all 10 marathons, I have trained almost every mile by myself. I wonder what it would be like to run with a group. Being on the road 200 nights makes this difficult, but I think there should be a way.
Who has a suggestion on how I could find running partners as I travel the U.S.?
Run 1.1 is done
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On November 9th, 2013 I signed up for the 2014 Portland Marathon, I signed up sitting on my bed in my house in St. Charles, MO and then I went on with my life. Before I knew it, the training started and then I got some great news, my friend Devon (from Distant Runners) agreed to run with me at the race. So we trained, we encouraged, and then it was time to race.
My hot wife Andrea and I flew out early to Portland, took in some sights, I ate a lot, including Aarons (Devon’s husband) burgers and Waffles made by Jonalee and James who are friends living in Portland from back home in Missouri. I carb loaded like a champ for this race. Saturday for lunch, we ate my customary Pizza with my sister and brother in law and then we all met Colene (Distant Runner) at the expo for our race numbers….I did not buy ANYTHING!!! I was asleep by 9:30….
4:00am – Walked to around the block and then stopped at 7-11 for bananas and Gatorade
4:30am – Laid back down and freaked Andrea out, because she thought I overslept…oops
5:18am – Devon texts and she is on the train.
6:00am – We are walking to the corrals. They messed up on Devon’s corral assignment putting her in E and not B with me where we belonged, so I moved back and we positioned ourselves at the very front of the corral…we made mean faces so no one would try and take our spots.
7:12am – Runners ready – Set – GO! We were off, here is something you may find interesting. Those first few steps of the race were the very first time Devon and I had ever run with each other. Over the years we have talked, I have had dinner with her family, my wife has made the comment that Devon’s husband Aaron is my twin, but we had never run once run together. But, I trusted her, she made the plan, my job was to run.
Miles 1-3 we looked like we were playing Frogger as we dodged in and out of runners, Devon took the lead as we weaved through the crowd. One of the benefits of being tall (Devon 5’11” – Me 6’3”) we were able to see the holes to run through. We were like the Matrix…whoosh 8:23-8:17-8:32
Miles 4-8 after running mile 3 which was a HILL that I did not know was going to be there, we turned the corner to a smooth, easy downhill. Devon had mentioned that we would not be going sub 8min miles during the first half of the race, but this hill was AWESOME and we crushed it. It was flat for the next few miles and we settle in at a comfortable pace. I never looked at my watch, I just ran next Devon and we had good conversation, we took EPIC pictures, and we ran. 7:45-8:02-8:12-8:13-8:16
Miles 9-13 my description of these miles were warm/humid/hilly, but not difficult and I felt strong. Again, I paid no attention to pace, I continued to follow Devon. We found every photographer and frankly I think we scared a few of them. The run continued 8:17-8:16-8:08-8:24-8:14
Miles 14-16 for months Devon and Colene had talked with me about the hill at St. John’s Bridge, my plan when I got to Portland was to drive over and look at the hill and that never happened. So as we eased into the final miles before the hill, it just seemed to get hotter. Devon and I just kept talking and running, it is what friends that run do. 8:18-8:05-8:26
Miles 17 The hill hurt…that’s it. 9:09
Mile 18-20 when we crested the bridge and started the short downhill I knew something was wrong. I felt strong, my legs were not hurting, but I could feel small cramps trying to grab me. With my past disasters I had some panic set it in. Devon was talking, trying to engage me, but I was preoccupied with what might happened. We kept running, we still took epic pictures. 8:29-8:23-8:38
Miles 21-23 at the 20.5 mile mark Colene was there, she was there with water and I think there was a halo over her head. This was the moment that I knew, I was in trouble, because I was not enthused, I didn’t make any jokes, I posed for no pictures, I just kept running. Devon did all she could to keep me entertained, told me stories, pointed out things to look at, and all she got from me was….nothing. What I wanted her to know was I heard everything she was saying, I laughed at her stories in my head and saw the beautiful sights, but I had to focus. I was hurting bad. 8:47-8:18-9:10
Mile 24 as we approached the mile marker sign I was prepared for it to say 24, instead it said 23 and I was deflated. Devon just kept moving and encouraging, but that disappointment was more than I could stand at that point. It is amazing how things affect you when you are exhausted, but that simple mistake in my head was devastating. Devon had begun insisting that I drink more water, and proceeded to run ahead and fill her bottles and force it on me, at times she raised her voice “Drink it NOW”. At some point in that 24th mile, I told Devon that I had to walk and get myself together. She just ran ahead, she got me water and we continue running. 10:35
Mile 25 this is where it gets hazy. I am going to include the link to Devon’s recap so that you can read her prospective of the race and get a much clearer description of the last 2.2 miles. Here is what I remember; Devon continued to encourage, but also understood when quiet was the best encouragement. Although on the outside I am sure I had a blank face, inside I was a hurricane of emotion. I wanted to see Andrea (hot wife), I was so thankful to Devon, the crowds began to build and they were completely supportive, but I was not just hurting, I was in pain. Yet, we kept running. 8:57
Mile 26 The truth of the matter, I don’t remember a lot of the last mile. I remember making sure to focus on Devon’s right elbow as it swung back and forth, who knows why, but that is what kept me on track. I kept looking ahead for the turn to the final .2 and it seemed to be going away from me. The thought running through my head was “Devon, keeps telling me it is just ½ mile away, it is taking a long time to run 800 meters”, I am pretty sure it was further than a 1/2mile. That last mile, I gave everything that I had, I knew that when I crossed the line, Andrea would be waiting, I could stop running, but for that moment I ran as hard as I could. Devon and I just kept running. 8:19
Final .2 we made the right turn and Devon ran in close and said “this is what we have been waiting for let’s make it epic”. We pumped up the crowd and high-fived who we could and then we made the final turn and I saw finish line. I love the finish line and I had enough running, I wanted to cross it. The adrenalin was flowing because I absolutely ran with whatever I had left to that line. Devon and I crossed the line together, we stopped running. 1:57 7:30pace
Reist Mummau 3:42:28
Devon Johnson 3:42:27
Post-Race – as we walked from the finish line I began to cramp and it was nothing like I have ever gone through before. Devon found Andrea for me and before I knew it I was in the medic tent. The cramps were rampant and in time they moved me to the bigger med tent. For 2 hours they worked on me, the doctor was shocked at advanced stage of dehydration that I was at and they just kept giving me fluids. My mistake was not taking enough fluids in at the beginning at the race. The weather turned hot with high humidity and I was in trouble before I even knew it. I am more knowledgeable about my body after this race, the lessons learned will only benefit me in upcoming races, and they better, because this race hurt.
I have run 9 marathons now and this one by far was the best. I didn’t reach my goal of a PR, I did not run a perfect race, but I ran a hard race and left everything on the course. I ran with a good friend, who was strong, encouraging, funny, and she is an excellent runner. Thank you Devon, it was an epic day. This was the first time that I had ever run that far with anyone, and I can’t wait to do it again. For a different perspective, check out Devon’s blog about the race.
I ran hard and finished, and just like at every race my beautiful wife was there to make me feel strong again. She knows just what to say, she has the ability to boost my ego when my confidence is low, and she is what I would l think about when it got so hard on the course. I write so often about impressing yourself with your running and it is true, but there is always a part of me trying to impress Andrea. Thank you Andrea, we make a great team. – Reist