Half Marathon Training!


It’s that time of year again – when the island weather is cool, soccer is in full swing, and my life is filled with short, beautiful runs to get ready for half marathon season. Half Marathon training is my very favorite, because the runs are short and easy and don’t totally disrupt my life or turn me into a nap queen the way marathon training does.

My next race is the Hapalua Half Marathon, an awesome event that kicks off in downtown Honolulu and winds its way around diamond head and ends at Kapiolani Park. It’s one of my fave races here in Hawaii. It’s on April 30, 2017, so I have about 12 beautiful weeks to train!

Here’s my training plan:

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After sending my plan to some friends that are also in training, they all asked the same question: why are you using a beginner’s training program?

My answer: because LIFE is hard. A beginner’s plan like this one is easy, flexible, and – most importantly – it works. I can control how fast or slow I run, where to incorporate intervals, and it’s simple enough for it to work in with my soccer schedule.


I encourage everyone, honestly, to stick with an easy, simple, open, adjustable, and flexible training plan, regardless of what race or event its for. Why? Because if it’s not easy, simple, open, adjustable and flexible, it won’t work with your unique schedule, circumstances & life.

Keep it simple, folks! It does work.

Anyways, I’m very excited to be back on a training plan  and on the road and trails. It’s been beautiful having a break, but I’m more than ready to be in racing shape πŸ™‚

Happy training!

Nikki

 

 

Spartan Race Christmas Giveaway!


Merry (almost) Christmas, Spartans! I’m super excited to announce that I’m hosting a very merry Spartan Race giveaway! This prize is good for any open-heat race on the continental United States. Yep!

Entering the race is super easy: just follow this LINK to get to the giveaway page and follow the prompts. Good luck Spartans!

Also, the Spartan team has released brand new, extra badass medals for the new year. Check em out!

Spartan Race Season Pass!

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Since now really tis the season, it’s so crucial to get your fit friends and family the perfect gift. If they’re into running, climbing, racing, and general outdoorsy things like me, it’s tough to nail down what they want. What shoes? What gear? What we really want, though, is races.

When my mom & grandparents were nagging me to send out a Christmas list this year, all I was thinking was, “If only I could get races for Christmas. That’s literally all I want. When it comes to shoes and gear, I have to pick them out myself…”

Races are the reason we train early in the morning and late in the evening on busy Mondays and restful Sundays. For athletes in love with outdoor obstacles and general badassery, Spartan Races has the answer.

Or rather, three answers! Spartan Race is offering three brand spankin’ new Spartan Race Passes: the Open Season Pass, Elite Season Pass and Annual Trifecta Pass.

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The Open Season Pass is an Annual Pass that gives you unlimited (yess, unlimited!!), guaranteed (yess, guaranteed!)Β entry toΒ races of all levels all over the world for the entire Calendar year. Applies to open heats, includes free bag check, and gives you a free spectator pass to drag your friend/spouse/personal photographer along. HOLY CHRISTMAS.

The Elite Season Pass is similar to the Open Season Pass, except its valid for ALL heats – including Elite & Competitive. So, if you’re a serious athlete, this baby is for you πŸ™‚ GET IT.

Lastly, there’s the Annual Trifecta Pass. This is for more of the novice or newbie – it includes three race codes for each level – Sprint, Beast & Super – during the entire year of 2017. This is perfect for a friend or family member working on their first every trifecta!

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The cool thing about these is that individual races add up quickly and get expensive, so these babies offer a more cost-effective way to conquer Spartan courses all over the country.

Happy Holidays & AROO!

Nikki

 

 

 

Honolulu Marathon 2016!

This past Sunday I woke up bright & early to take on the Honolulu Marathon. The start line was a quick ten minute drive from my apartment, I didn’t have to hop on a plane, and I know the course all too well. The Chinatown – Waikiki – Kapiolani Park – Kahala Loop is the favored long run course for anyone and everyone on the island training for any and every marathon. I know the hills, the heat, the downhills and ebb and flow of the concrete jungle the course winds through. However, I still didn’t exactly feel ready – or all that enthused – the night before.


I trained hard and heavy for the first three months in preparation for my Marine Corps Marathon I did in October. Since then, I’ve barely even hit the pavement aside from a ten mile Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving and a few easy paced five and seven milers here and there. And because I didn’t really care, and figured I’d struggle anyways, I decided that going wine tasting with some friends in Kailua and then downing a few beers at my boyfriend’s office Christmas party was a great idea, because f*ck it – why not?!


Well, surprisingly, it all worked out fine. The race was totally ok, albeit a bit painful. I’ve been extremely lucky in that my other marathons just flew by in a blur. Miles blended together and I felt like I flew through them in batches of five relatively unscathed.


This marathon was different. For the first time, I felt each and every mile. I felt like I actually did run a full 26.2, exactly, to the step and second. For the most part, I hated it. I never bonked or hit a wall, but I never soared through a single stretch of the race either. It was slow, grueling, and packed with people. It was hot and muggy without even a semblance of a breeze. I spent the majority of the race bobbing and weaving through a thick crowd since the Honolulu Marathon apparently doesn’t believe in corrals. I spent quite a bit of it biting my tounge as well, and keeping my temper in check as I was cut off, stepped on, and physically pushed by cute little old ladies and their sharp, bony elbows.


Regardless of all of these facts, I had a fantastic time. I realize it makes no sense, but blame it on the runner’s high – no matter how miserable the race, we always want more. It’s the feeling at the end of the marathon that runners remember most vividly, even though it’s a teeny fraction of the time we spent suffering to get there.

The Honolulu Marathon will never be my favorite race, and I really wouldn’t recommend it. However, it’s in my city and on my turf and it’s impossible not to do it each year I’m still on the island. So, most likely, I’ll do it nextΒ  year with the same lackluster attitude and general ambivalence and inability to simply stay away.


Plus, the medals are pretty cool πŸ™‚

Happy racing!

Nikki

Healthy Holidays: RW RunStreak!


The holidays are my absolute favorite time of year. Forget summer & spring – I’m all about fall and winter. That’s probably because ‘fall and winter’ here on the islands means nothing more than bigger waves, more rainfall, and cooler breezes. Heck, it might even dip below 70 degrees – time to bring out my only pair of sweatpants and curl up with my pup for some hot chocolate & chill.

Speaking of hot chocolate, the highlight and pitfall of the holiday season is the food. It’s an overwhelming thirty nine day span between Thanksgiving and New Year’s that’s chock-full of eating, drinking, and spending tons of time with friends and family. While that’s great, it’s also tough on the training plan of any runner or fit chick that works hard to stay healthy and happy year round.

This year, I’m committed to eating whatever I desire during the holidays. To achieve that balance and battle the stress and anxiety of letting loose, though, I’m doing the Runner’s World Run StreakRunner’s World Run StreakRunner’s World Run Streak! I’ll be running at least a mile a day, every day, during that pivotal time frame between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Which means I can start the year healthy, happy, strong, and in food freedomland.


To join the run streak, just run a mile each day for 39 days and tag your posts with #RWRunStreak. Your mileage can be just a slow, single mile, or a brutal HIIT mile, or a six-miler done at race pace uphill. Totally up to you.

Happy Healthy Holidays!

Marine Corps Marathon – Part 2!


I woke up the morning of my second Marine Corps Marathon well rested, hungry, and a teensy bit nervous. I had only gotten about two-thirds of the way through my training plan, I hadn’t gotten over 16 miles on my long runs, and I hadn’t ran much in the past few months. Soccer games and hikes? Yes, ma’am! Running, though? Not so much.


I was so antsy and anxious at the start line the previous year, but this time around it was more like, meh – hopefully I finish without a major injury. My no-effs given mentality was totally freeing and, as it turned out, effective πŸ™‚


I hung out with my dad in the VIP runner tent for about an hour. The tent had a glorious buffet of energy gels, Clif Bars, bagels, cream cheese, bananas, apples and coffee. As in normal life, I stuck to banana, half a bagel, and some coffee to hold me over till the start.

I made a friend at the bar the night before (pro tip: beer has electrolytes!) and we met up at the start line. We expected to be around the same pace, so we linked up and took off together. We stuck for the hilly first eight miles, but I wanted to go slower and he wanted to speed up. This wasn’t my first rodeo, and I’ve made the mistake of starting out too fast – no Bueno.


Despite my lack of training, the miles flew by quickly. The crowd was awesome as always, with especially riveting signs rooted in the craziness of the current election. There were rock and jazz bands, spectators in full costumes, and – best of ALL – a female firefighter running the entire marathon in her full gear. GIRL POWER, YEA!

I kept seeing my dad with his awesome sign at regular intervals, cheering me on and telling me I was getting close to the bridge. The bridge is the cutoff at mile 19, which you have to reach in four hours or else get kicked off the course and ride home on the loser bus with a drill sergeant. I’m not sure if that’s actually true, but my dad swears that’s the case πŸ™‚


Finally, I got to the bridge. I was so excited that I ran up and hugged my dad and almost cried. I was DOING IT. Without fancy gear or trackers, without anyone to run with, and despite the fact that I had every excuse in the book to opt out or quit – here I was. Proudly pushing through.


The rest of the race I ran simply because I wanted to be DONE. I let myself walk for 30 seconds at every mile marker, and found myself weaving through a sea of walkers for the last 5 miles. I hit the wall – the biggest, baddest, meanest wall I’ve ever encountered – right at mile 25. Shit.

I’ve gotten lucky in that I’ve never really bonked. I’ve gotten tired, or bored, or was in pain, but I never got to the point where I felt like I couldn’t continue. That last mile felt like hell on earth. It was the longest and worst part of the entire thing.
By the time I rolled around to the VERY UPHILL finish line (who did that???) I was totally gassed. It was an immense accomplishment and relief to finish. Plus, I found out that I hit a PR – 5:15:05. HELL YEA!


I am so happy and blessed to participate in this kickass event for a great, wonderful cause that I wholeheartedly believe in.

I can’t wait till next year πŸ™‚

OORAH!

Marine Corps Marathon – Part 1!


Last weekend, my dad and I flew out to Washington, D.C. for the Marine Corps Marathon. In 2015, we completed the MCM as our very first marathon ever – both individually and together. It was one of the coolest and most touching thing we’ve ever done. So when registration for 2016 rolled around, my dad hopped on it immediately and bought us two kickass VIP registrations.

These beauties include two registrations, a 5k run and brunch the day before, a pasta carbo-load dinner the night before, a VIP bus to the start line and – my very favorite – VIP PORTA POTTYS. Nope, this is not a drill!


We both started training hard from the start, logging or pace and miles and always checking in on each other. Sadly, about halfway through my dad totally blew out his knee. I mean, possible surgery status.

We patiently waited for his knee to heal, but it just didn’t 😦 my dad was devastated, and we were both unsure if the race would even happen. It was our special thing, and it didn’t look like it was going to occur.

However, after tons of back and forth, we chose to DO IT. I was running, dad was supporting, and we were going to make the best of it. (or, as my dad said, he’d be at the bar until I crossed the finish line).


Let me say – WE HAD A TOTAL BLAST! My dad is always so much fun to travel with, and we made the most of our trip. We flew in to D.C. and hit the 5k and brunch in the morning.

One of the major perks of our VIP status was staying in the super swanky Gaylord Resort right on the Potomac River. All glossed floors, marble and gold, the place gleams from top to bottom. The coolest part is the 19-story atrium, that houses the u-shaped hotel and boasts a small village at its ground floor. Yep, you read that right – a brick road that winds down from the lobby into a cute little village of cottage-like shops, bars and cafes.


The next morning, I absolutely loved the 5K! It was a really fun, gorgeous run along the Potomac in perfect weather. The air was golden and green and crisp, and I made some friends along the route. It was a great way to stretch out my legs before the marathon.


The real treat was brunch, though – we heard an awesome speech from Bart Yasso, the Chief Running Officer at Runner’s World! I definitely freaked out a little – I’ve been reading his articles for years.



We took some time to run around D.C. and explore the city. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with my Dad, so it was really sweet to just walk around and catch up on everything going on in our lives.


The night before the race, we headed back to the hotel just in time for our carbo-load dinner. We dined on big plates of salad and gluten free pasta and cookies and bananas. We met some other runners and heard an incredible, touching, moving speech from Native American activist and Olympic Gold Medalist Billy Mills.


It was the perfect speech before a race – especially a notoriously hilly & challenging one. I went to sleep more than ready to tackle the course πŸ™‚