This is my story of 30 Miles, Rain, and a VW Bug that wants camera time
If the only thing that I ever learn from running is how NOT to quit, I will have learned a lot. – Reist
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This is my story of 30 Miles, Rain, and a VW Bug that wants camera time
If the only thing that I ever learn from running is how NOT to quit, I will have learned a lot. – Reist
(**Please Watch and Subscribe to my YouTube Channel**)
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You have it within you, I know you do.
Run to the mailbox……#runhardalwaysfinish www.runhardalwaysfinish.com
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When you lose the feeling that traveling from one coast to the other is not unusual, but ordinary, your perception of our nation becomes…..that it is almost small. In any given week, I will spend time in 2-3 of the time zones, except when I go to Arizona, because they don’t believe in the whole daylight savings thing and it completely messes up my TV viewing…. when is the 6 o’clock news on…..7 o’clock!
I have often said that there are times I feel like you could use a passport as you travel the U.S.A. Leaving the Mid-West and traveling to either coast can be a culture shock if you are new to those areas and of course there is always Texas. Texas wants no part of the title Midwest, Southwest, or West, Texas has its own identity and really good food.
How does this all play in to an article about running? Because over the last 15 years I have traveled on average 150 nights a year and in the last 6 years – that travel has included my running. There was a time that my night ended at the hotel, with extensive snacking, sodas and laying around. Those days are gone, the hotel room is now, no more than a launching pad to whatever run is on the schedule for that night. I have run in all parts of this country, Central Park in New York, Miami Beach, Lubbock Texas, Hiram GA, Lacey WA, Sunnyvale CA, Peoria, AZ, Boulder, CO and there is a great story about Gillette, Wyoming, the list could just keep on going.
But it was a short run in 2011 that I allowed the title of Runner to be connected to my name. I wrote about it one time years ago and it happened in a town named Kearney, Nebraska. I was early into my running and still was trying to figure out what the heck I was doing. I awoke very early in the morning with a 3 mile run planned and it was pouring rain outside. I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark having that all too familiar fight with myself, that all runners have, trying to convince myself that I needed to get out there and run. (The argument was not internal, but out loud and I am sure the room next to me thought I was crazy). I did run that day, in the pouring rain and cold wind blowing, and I loved every moment of it. I got back to my room, which was still dark, and I was on cloud nine. I had no idea what was going on, but I felt like the king of running that morning and I couldn’t stop telling everybody that I came in contact with that day. The server at the restaurant, got a 10-minute breakdown of the run before I ordered my lunch, the young guy I was training had a full day of me giving him a second by second recap of the that epic 3 mile run. I would later learn that I was seriously hopped up on endorphins and the cashier at the gas station did not care about the negative splits that occurred during the run…she said she didn’t care…. twice.Time has passed and there have been epic runs and epic failure runs, but what is consistent is the joy of running all over this country. I have seen downtown L.A. like you can’t see in a car and felt the serenity of western Iowa’s peaceful countryside. I’ve run the trail that halfway circles Lake Murray outside of San Diego, not forgetting to punch the red dot on the sign at the turn around. Took off for a run in Flagstaff, Arizona and wondered why I was out of breath so quick, only to find out I was higher up in the air than even Denver. By the way, I may have looked ridiculous gasping for breath in the hotel parking lot. Circled the town of Key West, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the ocean, making sure to reward myself with a pancakes from the Blue Heaven Restaurant, and then Key Lime pie. (it’s ok, I earned it) I once went for a run in Ashville, NC. It was to be a simple 3 miler, but sometime into the run, my contact popped out of my eye, I could not see signs or my Google maps and well…..to make a long story short. I ran 10 miles that night and here is a fact, Asheville has got some hills.
This is an introductory article to what I plan on sharing with you all. It will be stories of this amazing country seen from my running shoes. I have met so many people in my travels and their stories are interesting, sad, and funny. I have had skunks chase me (Nashville) and Grandmas high5 me as I finished a run (Utah). I have gotten lost (more than once) and ended up in a race by accident (Central Park). Running has challenged me, helped me find my competitive edge again, and allowed me to experience our country (and maybe a Caribbean Island or two). I want to encourage you all to do the same. Stories are coming, but for now why don’t you go for a run and experience your own story?
Tags: #WhyIRun, 10K, 26.2, 5K, Breast Cancer Marathon, confidence, connection, encouragement, goals, reasons to run, reflections, runHARD, training
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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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I love watching a good TV series. Spending the time watching a show, seeing the story develop, and getting excited for the finale at the end of the season. What makes this even better, is when the season finale lives up to expectation and leaves you wanting more. The other side of this scenario, is the off-season, the season of reruns. Yes, I love the show, but I have already seen these episodes and it just doesn’t have the same effect on me, I struggle and I often don’t watch the rerun, the thrill is gone. This is how I feel about my training in between marathons. I love running the marathon, it is my favorite distance, (don’t ask me if it is my favorite at mile 22), and when I am in between races, my running has always felt like TV reruns. I love the run, but it just doesn’t have that same pizazz as it does when I am training for a race. (I used pizazz in a sentence….solid) I have always thought that everyone needs some sort of motivation or goal to that inspires them to run. Mine just happens to be, running 26.2 miles, getting a medal and eating all the food. But this year after running my last marathon in February, I made a choice to look at the “Rerun season” with a different attitude and mindset. I was going to put a plan together to train for the training. And I tricked my feeble brain into being excited about my running during this time of no suspense, no new plot line, but what did happen, a new character was being developed for the upcoming season, me. I started on February 23 with my “train to train” program designed by me. I increased my runs each week by 1 mile until I got to 9-10 miles a run 4-5x a week. No pressure, no time goals, just running….and I got stronger. I started eating better, which means I stopped snacking all day long and lost 15lbs, and most importantly I was engaged and motivated to run. I can’t wait for the season premier and for the story to unfold, because the finale is going to be EPIC.
Now here we are, starting another cycle of marathon training and I want you all to be a part of it. I will write a recap for each run, and publish them for you, these recaps will include:
I will also be doing video blogs, because frankly, I am much better at talking then writing. I might even be inclined to start a Podcast…I don’t how but it sounds cool.
Here are some facts about me and my running you may or may not care about.
Where/When: 10/5/2015 MO’Cowbell Marathon – Saint Charles, Missouri
Goal: BQ (it is a stretch, but hey I am a dreamer) It is a stretch because my PR in the marathon is 3:41:42, my BQ is 3:25:00…stretch. But I am up for a challenge, and I know my running family will cheer me on.
If you see I am running in your town, please let me know if you want to go for a run!
Let’s get started.
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Until two years ago, no one in my family would have been labeled a runner. We are a sports family, but running was not on the menu for any of us. When talking to my brother Cody, (who is also a Clydesdale 6’5”) we figured the only time we ran was when he missed a tackle or when I missed a lay-up. Even then, the running consisted of only wind sprints, which in their own right, resemble a hill at the end of a 5k. This all changed with a single decision by my sister in law, Kristina, to run the 26.2 for Donna – Finish Breast Cancer Marathon in 2010. She trained and trained, we all were supportive but only to the point of leaving positive messages on her iPod for her to listen to while she ran. She asked but there was no way I was joining her. She ran hard and she finished that marathon. And, as we sat around the table listening to the story of her race, how she felt as she crossed the finish line, I found myself hanging on every word. Six months later, I found myself out running and preparing for the same marathon.
To take the family affair to another level, at the 2011 26.2 with Donna – Finish Breast Cancer Marathon, there were ten people comprised of friends and family running either the full marathon, the ½ marathon, or the relay. Now, this year the roster for the 2012 26.2 with Donna – Finish Breast Cancer Marathon on 2/12/12 is as follows:
Reist (me) – Full
Cody (brother) – Full
Stephanie (sister) – Full
Andrea (my wife) – Half
Maya (niece) – Half or Full (still undecided)
Glenice (my mom) – 5k
Mia (niece) – 5k
Anna (niece) – 5k
We are a family of runners, we call and text and ask how each other’s runs went that day. We are constantly checking Facebook and Endomondo looking at each other’s times and sending pep talks as we run. We are spread out all over the country, yet running has kept us connected. Cody and Andrea both have dealt with injuries and they likened it to having a toy and not being able to play with it (both are back and ready to train). It has been a revolution in our family and I love it.
It all started with that decision by Kristina to just get out and run in honor of her mother, a breast cancer survivor. And, the fever has spread throughout the family. If you are wondering why you do not see Kristina on the family roster of runners, she has a good reason. She brought her baby girl Michelle into the world on 10/25/11 this year and they are going to be our cheerleaders in Jacksonville. I am not sure what it is going to feel like to stand at that starting line with my family (or better yet crossing the finish line with them), but it gives me chills thinking about it. I want to hold my finishers medal up with all them and take a picture. I am going to frame it and put a caption on it “It’s a Family Affair”
“If you want to be the best runner you can be, start now. Don’t spend the rest of your life wondering if you can do it.” – Priscilla Welch, NY Marathon Winner
Run Hard – Always Finish