Nutrition (aka What to eat when you’re training hard!)

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One of the most hotly debated and discussed items in all of sports, ask three different people about nutrition and training and you’ll likely get three different answers. I have been told some of the best ever and worst ever pieces of advice regarding what to eat when you’re training hard and I shall regale you with some of the best and worst. Just as an aside, this post is just my two cents here. I’m not a nutritionist by any stretch, nor do I hold any kind of medical degree. I just have a hankering for data and a healthy love of research and experimentation. So…well, here goes.

It was mile six of eighteen…ish of one of my favorite ever races, the Georgia Jewel. I’d been running for long enough in the race to fall in with a loose pack of folks running roughly the same pace. At mile 6.5 like clockwork, I pulled out yet another gel pack and stopped to walk. Some of my pack looked back at me. “I’ll catch up,” I yelled and waved them on. “You’re eating again?!” one of them good-naturedly razzed. “Yep, I am.” I said between slurps. I could tell by their expressions they didn’t expect me to catch back up.

Not only did I catch back up, but at about mile 10 or 12, I started passing some of the razzers, one of whom looked so out of it, he thousand-yard stared through me from a rock. “Need some food?” I asked as I passed him. His eyes slowly focused. “No,” he said. “I’m fine.” I shrugged and continued on my way. I never saw him again, and I believe he actually dropped out of the race. The point is– no one can tell you how much or what you need to eat! It’s really a science of one– you. What works great for your friend might leave you running for the bathroom or worse…just plain old running out of gas. The dreaded BONK. Eater of worlds. Destroyer of dreams. I avoid the bonk if at all possible

Bonking, for the uninitiated, feels a little like the entire world is coming to an end. It’s way, waaay worse than just feeling hungry. People often ask me how you know you’re bonking, and my reply is, “Oh, you’ll know.” If suddenly every step feels like an elephant just jumped on your back for a free ride, you suddenly begin to feel like everything is the literal worst, you get irrationally angry or weepy, you feel hopeless and like you have to just give up right now and sit on this stump. You will just live here now. Yep, you’re bonking, my friend. And in the immortal words of one of the great ultrarunners Gary Robbins, if you start feeling really low, “stuff some food in your face.”

Before I knew what worked for me, I read as much as I could and got various pieces of advice. (See Gary’s advice above…the absolute best!) Some said eat every 30 minutes, every hour, by intuition, not at all. (Yes, I actually heard a lady once say that you shouldn’t need any food at all for any distance marathon and below. Riiiiiiight. I’d be passed out on the road…) You need carbs–you need fats–you need plant-based– You name it. I’ve heard it.

The problem with some of this advice is that it’s laced with disordered eating. The notion that thinner is better is prevalent, well, just about everywhere. Over the years I’ve learned that to do these awesome things, I have to feed my body what it needs. How do I know? Literal years of trial and error. And let me tell you, it’s not all just raw calories. For instance…

I have three brands of gels: Gu, Cliff, and Spring. All roughly 100 calories. They should work the same, right? Well, they don’t for me! If I eat the Gu, I might as well say sayonara to my goals because my body just doesn’t register it. It’s like I haven’t eaten at all. If I eat the yellow, red, or purple Spring gels, I’m in business! If I eat the Clif gels with caffeine– also GTG. If I eat a coffee-flavored Spring, nope, nada, nothing. The what I eat also depends upon the activity and weather. Usually Tailwind does nothing for me, except when it’s really hot. Then it’s like I’ve eaten a four-course meal. I can’t eat solids before a run at all. But at mile 67 of 112 on the bike leg of a full Ironman? Bring on the PB Uncrustables! Mile 15 of twenty on some gnarly trails: I’m all about some salted, boiled potatoes and jelly beans.

Depending on the event, I try to snarf down around 100 to 200 calories of my preferred snack every 45 minutes. I also supplement with Base salt if it’s warm out around every 2 miles or so. I really like a 300 calorie Spring Wolf Pack before a long event, and I will literally eat you out of house and home afterwards. Drew has learned the hard way if he tries to touch my food after a hard effort, he will draw back a nub! But that’s what works for me and it doesn’t mean it’s going to work for you.

When in the throes of Ironman training, I attended a work training in a very, very small Southern town near my home. They delivered a boxed sandwich meal for lunch and I proceeded to chow down like it was my last meal. I was interrupted from wolfing down my lunch by a lady sitting on my right, apparently scandalized at my eating. She proceeded to tell me how she took off the top bun before eating because “that’s an awful lot of bread.” (It came out bray-yed.) “You won’t be young forever,” she quipped. I snorted, resumed snarfing, and asked if she was going to eat that and snarfed some more.

The thing is, my body thrives on carbs. Meat not so much– I really have to be mindful of my protein intake. That bread was going to be the difference between a mediocre training session and a really great one. We, as women, are told from near birth that we must fit a certain mold: thin, quiet, demure. Honestly, I’m so over it. I weigh more now than I ever have in my life and I’m certain that I’m in the best shape of my life. I can scale mountains, run marathons, hike forever in the woods and still be ready for more. If it means eating more carbs and weighing a bit more to have the energy to do these awesome things, then that’s what I’m going to do! Whenever someone balks and proceeds to preach dropping some weight, I remind them that at one time it was thought that women couldn’t run or their uteruses would fall out. Yeah, not taking advice from those people, thanks.

So for me coconut water and carbs, along with my collagen recovery is my go to. On long runs nothing beats a whole bunch of salted potatoes. Sometimes jelly beans are king and sometimes they taste to me like stomach acid. If I’m going to be out for longer than 1 hour 30 minutes, I have to eat something. If I’m going to be on the bike for a long time, I have to have some Uncrustables. If I have a hard block of training coming up, I prioritize fresh foods and nix the super salty chips and alcohol. But hey, that’s what works for me. If you hear some random person saying he knows the magic answer and can tell you exactly what you need to eat — run away! Save yourself — and your stomach — some grief.

Firecracker Chase Race Report

This race is probably one of the most unique races I run for a funny reason. There are two race choices for this one: 5K or 10.2 miles. Yes, you read that right. No, I don’t mean a 10K. Presumably, when the first folks to dream up this race began planning, they intended it to be a 5K and 10K, but I guess somewhere along the lines the wires got crossed and instead of planning a 10K, they planned a 10-miler. But not just any 10-miler…a 10.2-miler. If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you know that 10K is 6.2 miles, but if you don’t already…that’s why the folks in the back are chuckling. Because of this little quirk, it’s obviously one of my favorite races. We began doing this race, I believe in 2017, but in 2019 the race became defunct because it lost its race director. Sad day for us.

It came back, oddly enough, in 2020, but only as a virtual event. But in a great turn of events, the race was scheduled to go off in person in 2021. We were in! This race takes you through some pretty scenery through a small Tennessee town (and surrounding areas). We were familiar with the course, but this year, the course was completely new! Score! As the weeks counted down to the big day (and my first race back from the Covid-doldrums! Yeah!), we kept getting emails about the event. First, it was a totally new course. Cool! Next, the race would be cup free, so bring your own cup or water. Also cool! I hate seeing all those cups lying around everywhere during a race. The last email we got before the big day…. Well, just see below:

That’s right, folks. We had our own Bridge of Death. If you’ve read anything here before, you know I’m not one for heights. I was a little wary of the Bridge of Death. The next email more than made up for it. They were going to have age group awards that looked like little Oscars, y’all. Little tiny Oscar statues! I was immediately obsessed. I HAD TO HAVE ONE. I started training speed work and I mean really hitting the track. I was feeling good for a couple of reasons. I am not fast, but I’m tenacious. But let’s face it, in a speed competition, I just won’t have what it takes. HOWEVER, if you’re not familiar with Tennessee, it’s FREAKIN HILLY, y’all. It’s like you step over the state line and suddenly, it’s rollers everywhere. I knew the course would be hilly, at least somewhat. POINT, HALEY. I can climb some hills and I can climb them pretty fast, even at a walk. In fact, I’ve trained specifically to be able to walk hills fast and to conserve energy while climbing. Hills just don’t wear me out like they used to. I figured that might be my one saving grace.

The week before the race was just a comedy of errors. It seemed like the universe was conspiring to deny me my Oscar! While doing some yard work, I stepped in a chipmunk hole and hyperextended my knee pretty badly. I couldn’t run at all the next day. Then, several days later, while walking to get some coffee, I inexplicably managed to step on a stick and cut the top of my foot (Who even does that??? Seriously.) Then, the day before the race, I decided to use the Hypervolt on my calves and somehow managed to do some kind of damage to my OTHER calf. It was screaming in pain for the entire night. I felt my hope slipping away. I was doomed.

The morning of the race dawned and I tentatively stepped out of bed. Miraculously, my calf felt fine. My knee felt ok. So I figured, let’s do this! We loaded up the trusty Forester–aka the Racemobile– and away we went into a beautiful sunrise! For the time of year this race goes down, the weather was just about perfect. Sure it was a bit hot, but considering how mind-meltingly hot the race has been in the past, it felt down right pleasant! After a quick trip to the porto-potties we lined up and and waiting for the race to begin! We lined up closed toward the back of the pack as it was a small race and we didn’t want to get in anyone’s way. Drew hadn’t been training at all, so he knew he was going to be slow and I was still unsure of how my knee/calf situation was going to feel.

After a quick bit of announcements and singing the national anthem, we were off! I decided, heck, why not? Let’s see what we’ve got in the old tank. I took off. I saw the front of the pack making some distance and decided I wasn’t quite that ambitious, so I picked a group of middle-of-the-pack seeming folks and stuck with them. Slowly we passed folks and got into a groove. My knee/calf was actually feeling pretty good, so I made a resolution: Pass any lady that looks about my age. This is a whole lot easier in triathlon where you have your age literally written on your calf, but I figured I’d err on the side of caution. I found a woman who was running at a pace I though would be sustainable for me so I parked it behind her and set about getting my mind right to hold this pace over the ten miles. The hills started early and at about mile three we began the first of several climbs. I looked down at my watch and noticed my pacer had began slowing down.

I decided to slow a little to match, but she slowed even more at the top of the first hill and I thought, “Well, it’s now or never!” and decided to pass. (Hey, also, she looked to be in my age group!) She gave me a greeting and told me good job! as I passed her. I told her I’d been following her now for about three miles and she was looking really solid. Off I went. I was feeling strangely good– particularly for holding a pretty fast pace (for me!) for three summer miles. I picked the pace up and anticipated being re-passed by my pacer friend at any moment. Before I knew it, I’d wound my way around to the dreaded Bridge of Death. I was so anxious about it that I just ran as fast as I could without looking down! One of the volunteers yelled out, “You’ve made it half way and you didn’t die!” Yeah! But I knew the toughest part was ahead…just hopefully not the death part.

Enter the Tennessee hills. Let me tell you, the next part of that course was a bunch of rolling hills. You’d crest one, look out to the horizon and see the next one right in front of you. I still wasn’t getting passed, but I really didn’t want to start on the hills. I set out at a manageable pace and realized that it was going to be more energy efficient for me to walk the worst part of each hill than try to run and just wear myself out prematurely. Now, I may be a back-of-the-packer, but my hill climbing skills are pretty good. I’ve specifically trained for the kind of run/walk/hill climb intervals that I was doing. Even so, I still anticipated getting passed by folks who were running the entire way. I just kept plugging along, eating away the miles. Before I knew it I was heading back toward town and the finish line. Miraculously, I had not been passed by a single person! Score!

I wound my way around the little square and saw a lady just in front of me. I almost just parked it behind her and ran it on in, but I kept thinking about how I’d feel if I missed my statue by a few seconds when I definitely had it in me to push on through. So, due to the promise I’d made to myself at the beginning of the race and not wanting to be beaten at the finish line, I took off with everything I had left! The finish line was a mere quarter of a mile away. I pulled even with the lady and then miraculously passed her! I pulled into the finish line a good thirty minutes before my time on this particular race before, and I definitely feel this course was more difficult than in it was in the past.

And now the wait began. They started the awards ceremony a few minutes later and it seemed like they took forever to get to my age group. I chatted with some of the ladies I’d ran with, including my pacer friend who said she didn’t know whether to love me or hate me. I asked why and she said she kept seeing me walking on the hills, so she thought she could walk on the hills too, but I just kept getting farther ahead of her and she couldn’t understand why. I tried to explain that a good chunk of my training involved walking really fast up hills. She was baffled. There’s a good old tenacious back-of-the-pack strategy for ya! 🙂 Finally, they began calling out my age group. They called third place….it wasn’t my name. I deflated for a minute before seeing that third place was…yep, you guessed it….THE LADY I’D PASSED AT THE FINISH. I couldn’t believe it. They called my name for second! WOOHOO! SWEET VICTORY! I’d gotten my trophy!

Drew came on through a little while later and I got to cheer him on! Sadly, I couldn’t get a finish line picture because they lined us up for age group pictures while he was coming on through. I snapped a quick one as he sat down though. He was really happy to have made it and to be finished!

All the speed work and strength training is definitely paying off and I’m feeling like I’m in a good spot when I tackle my virtual Boston Marathon in October to prep for my local marathon in December. Then it’s on to next year– THE JACKAL MARATHONS. Five marathons, five days, endless fun!