Running and Nutrition, part 2 of 4

This is not the article I intended to write.  Initially, I was going to write about how a woman’s body changes after giving birth and how her nutritional needs are different when she starts running.  Also, I was going to write about how food intolerances play into this.  But something happened this past weekend to show me that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.  Let me explain.

After having my second child (8 years ago in July) my body went through a ton of changes.  Foods that I used to be able to tolerate suddenly made my digestive system forget what to do.  I was bloated each and every night for many years, with so much cramping and gas that I would lie in bed at night and cry from the pain.  I was eating healthy foods, too; yogurt and granola for breakfast, whole grain sandwiches with hard-boiled eggs and goat cheese for lunch, salads with mixed greens and kale, organic veggies, and chicken or fish and dark chocolate for a treat.  No soda, chips or junk food, ever.  What was wrong?

In a nutshell: everything.  Through lots of diagnostic tests I learned that I have intolerances to gluten, dairy, yeast, mushrooms, soy, rice, sesame, coffee and eggs.  Not only could I not digest gluten, but I couldn’t eat the gluten-free substitutions either because they are typically made with rice flour.  I’m down to veggies, fruits, nut-flour baked goods, quinoa and gluten-free oatmeal, and meat or fish proteins.  To top it all off, I’m not hungry most of the time.

After exercising I know I should eat within 20-30 minutes, but it’s hard to get around to it when I don’t feel the hunger pangs.  I typically never eat before I run, even if I’m heading out for 10-12 miles.  My post-run breakfast is light and I move on with my day.  No carb-replacing, goo’s, gels, gatorade, and never a big pasta dinner the night before a race.  If I’m racing and the race starts at 9 AM, I’ll eat a light breakfast of a banana and juice, maybe some gluten-free oatmeal if I’m not in a hurry, but that’s it.  I don’t have a “nutrition plan” for running, for re-fueling, racing… anything.  If I can find something to eat, I’ll eat it, but otherwise I’ll skip it.  The results seem to be the same.

No, I’m not anorexic.  Not even close.  I’m thin but not skinny, and I have more padding on me than some runners I know.  I’m picky about my food because when it doesn’t agree with me, it REALLY doesn’t agree with me.  I can count on one hand the number of days my belly has NOT hurt, bloated or distended in the last 8 years.  I have a love-hate relationship with food; I love food, it hates me.

I went to Ashland last weekend for a get-away.  I left the family in Colorado and visited two dear friends who work at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.  While I was there, a funny thing happened; I started to get hungry.  The first morning I was there I woke up hungry.  Usually I get up and head out the door to run; I couldn’t even consider doing that in Oregon because I was famished.  I wouldn’t have made it a mile.  I ate big bowls of creamy buckwheat hot cereal (buckwheat is naturally gluten-free) topped with homemade granola, bananas, dried fruit and almond milk.  A few hours later when Gwen and Michael rolled out of bed and round two started in the kitchen, I was trolling for food.  Quinoa with stir-fried kale, zucchini, spinach and bits of diced chicken were good; so were the yam chips smeared with peanut butter, big glasses of orange juice, the buffalo burger and yam fries, and fish, potatoes and grilled Brussel Sprouts for dinner at Omar’s.

I slept well when I was there, and even took naps.  Normally I never nap because going from a vertical to horizontal to vertical position again in the middle of the day ensures massive bloating and I lose my appetite for the rest of the day.  Lying down will stop up my kidney and intestinal function like nothing else.  In Oregon, I napped and woke up feeling great, so good that I could run in the evening and enjoy dinner a few hours later.

When I mentioned to Gwen that I’m not usually very hungry she looked me in the eye and said “You’re over-stressed.  This is how your body has compensated for stress in your life.  You’ve been carrying around so much stress for so many years that there was no room for nutrition.  Now that you’re relaxing there’s room for you to nourish your body.”

So. 

I ate, slept, relaxed, ran, read, relaxed, ate, and slept a little more when I was in Oregon.  I ran three out of the four days I was there; not because I had to, but because I wanted to.  Because it felt good for my body to run in 80 degree weather on a trail in muggy conditions.  Because it felt good to run 10 miles at a 8:06 pace on a clear morning.  Because I wanted to.

I got home and haven’t run since.  I’m too tired.  I’m back to eating nibbles of this and that through-out the day, because I’m not hungry and that’s all my body will tolerate.

This past week taught me that I know nothing about proper nutrition for Momma runners.  I know how to get my body through the day but it’s not in a “normal” way.  My body has adapted to the stresses of my life by not allowing much nutrition, and this is not the way a healthy body functions.

I am utterly and truly aware that I need to make changes in my life.  I am not happy living like this and can no longer stay on my current trajectory.  Something’s gotta give.  I am starting to figure out what needs to happen.   This summer is going to be a time of digging really deep to see what I’m made of.  Runners do this all the time in races; now, I’m in a race for my life.  Bodies will only withstand so much wear and tear before they break down from chronic problems.  I’m lucky that I’m still functioning, but don’t want to assume that this will be the case indefinitely.

I’m a runner, and I know I can do better.  The training begins now.

Follow-up interview with Joe

Joe of “Joe Still Runs for Dom” fame, has completed the two marathons he set out to run.  He’s been busy raising money and awareness for his dear friend Dom and Dom’s family.  The goal was to raise $26,200; a thousand dollars for each of the 26.2 miles he would run.  The fundraising was so successful that as of today, the dollar amount is at $27,000.  Wow!

A few months ago I interviewed Joe for this blog (check out the first interview if you’re new here), and a few people in the bloggy-world published the interview on their blogs as well.  Now that Boston and the Pittsburgh marathon are over, Joe has his sights set on some new goals, one of which is to learn how to be a Daddy!  He and his wife, Dawn, are expecting a baby girl at the beginning of September.

Joe’s journey from deciding to run two marathons in 13 days for his friend, writing about his training, finding out he’s going to be a Dad, and running the marathons has been a journey that a lot of people have been following.  I spoke with Joe last week to catch up with him and see where he finds himself in the grand scheme of life.  We started out talking about babies and families…

“Lara: When is the baby due? How’s Dawn doing with all of your running?

Joe: Baby is coming on September 2nd or thereabouts – I’m counting on Dawn to keep me out of trouble as I learn the ropes – going to be a lot of fun making a ton of new mistakes and learning from them.  She is doing awesome Lara – she’s just over 5 months at this point, made it to both marathons, handled “ground support” at both and is feeling great. It’s about to get hot here in TX though, so I think the countdown is on to when she starts feeling uncomfortable.

Lara: You have a Mile race coming up soon.  How’s it going?

Joe: I’m really excited for the next two races- the Congress Avenue Mile is May 22 – so I’ve been pushing pace and running around 7:00′s this week, will try to run some 6:45′s next week and then see what we can do for the timed mile.  I have absolutely no idea.  5:25? Who knows?  After that I have an age-group title to defend in June at a small 5K in Holland, TX so I’ll be doing a lot of “speed work” these next couple months and dialing back on my long runs – which is good timing with summer coming to Texas.

Lara: Your goal times are incredible too.  For your marathon you wanted to keep an average pace of 7:20’s and now you want to pull off a 5-minute-mile.  Runners have an innate ability to be so versatile for different distances.

Joe: It’s been really amazing how well I recovered after Pittsburgh.  I was much less sore than Boston – those damn Newton Hills really tore me up – but I think another thing that helped was getting a sports massage the day before the Pittsburgh marathon.  I’ve never done that before.  The therapist really stretched my legs and hips hard; I was actually a little nervous about all that stretching, but I think it helped my legs rebound quickly after the race.  I ran four days later and a few days later did 6 miles at a 7:08 pace as though I had never raced the week before… absolutely amazing.

Lara: That’s quite a recommendation for proactive treatment.  Have you been working with a sports therapist at all during your training?  What made you decide to get in there and see someone, and try a new technique that might (or might not) help your performance?

Joe: I really have not used massage for anything but getting “loosened up” after a marathon to help the healing process.  But with the short turnaround between Boston and Pittsburgh I just went with my gut and figured I would give it a try.  The massage therapist at Verve in Pittsburgh works with the local sports teams (Pirates, Steelers and Penguins) and really understood where I was tight and why.  She spent about 30 minutes up on the table really stretching me with all her weight and then the final 30 minutes just loosening my muscles overall.  I felt awesome leaving there and really felt great until mile 13 of the Pittsburgh race – that was when my hip soreness and quad soreness from Boston came back on me.  I was grateful that I was virtually half-way through Marathon #2 before any of that soreness returned.

Lara: I read your Pittsburgh race report and had that sinking feeling of wondering when you were going to hit the wall.  From the sounds of it you thought the same thing.  I was surprised, honestly, that you didn’t have any pain or muscle tightness until mile 12!

Joe: I really thought I would feel it around the 10K to 8-mile mark, but I really felt strong and ran strong to the half-way point.  I was so relieved, as I thought it would be a full 20-mile gut-check kind of day.  But obviously all the training miles really helped as well as the cross training on the tri-bike and strength training.  But once I hit the uphill climb from miles 12-15 and my not-yet-recovered leg muscles got put under strain, they started barking pretty loudly.  In a way I enjoyed it – even though that sounds crazy – it was supposed to get hard…

Lara: You were mentally prepared for both of these races.  I loved the part in your race report when you said that you woke up Sunday morning and realized that you had slept easily through the entire night.  Sleep is a pretty good indicator of stress, or pressure that we put on ourselves.  Funny that people love to race, but it gives so many people such a pile of nerves.  You didn’t have that this time.

Joe: I was SHOCKED, Lara, about my sleep before the race.  I think part of it was seeing Dom and Val at dinner with the family and just getting a chance to really drink it all in.  It took all the pressure off of me knowing that all anybody expected was for me to do my best on Sunday – whatever that meant.  I felt like I was playing with house money on Sunday and that whatever I could do, would be good enough in the eyes of everyone I cared about.  So, I hit the pillow and slept like a baby.  I hope I can always feel like that before a race in the future.  With rested legs there is no telling how well I could have run.

Lara: “Playing with house money…” I like that.  You finally realized that whatever YOU did would be good enough.  And that was enough to let you rest peacefully.

Joe: Exactly – that was a tough course on Sunday as well – the winner in 2010 was almost 10 minutes slower than the winner in 2009.  I realistically was going to finish in 3:32 or so before I started “sheparding” runners to the finish.  At one point I stood for 4 minutes getting that charley horse worked out of my left calf – I think I did pretty well finishing in 3:42 only 13 days after Boston – so I was really pleased with the race.

Lara: As you should be. I’m wondering what your Mile race training plan is going to look like?  A sprint is a ton different than a marathon.  How are you going to transition into your fast-twitch muscles?

Joe: Great question, Lara.  I really wish I had an extra week because last week I just focused on getting the remaining soreness out of my legs and feeling 100%.  So this week I’m running some intervals on the track on Thursday and again on Saturday.  4X400′s 4 times with a 2.5 mile warm-up running to the track and a 2.5 mile cool down running home.  Really easy on the way there and back.  Tomorrow I’m doing my typical Wednesday 6 miler at 7:00 pace.  Next week, which is race week I’m going to run intervals on Tuesday and Thursday with just a short shake-out 2-3 mile run on Friday.  Race is Saturday.  I think if I had just one more week I could have done some more interval work and really gotten ready to roll.  The only other thing I’m going to do is this Sunday I’m going to go for an 8-mile fartlek to just run some short, quick paced strides mixed in with some tempo work.  Not an exact science – but the best I can do with only a couple weeks to prepare.  I think I’ll learn a lot and be ready for this race next year.

Lara: That sounds pretty good.  Are you timing it and hitting certain paces, or are you doing this training sans technology?

Joe: I’m “loosely” timing my 400′s as not even my wife would get up early enough to go to the track with me and time me with a stop watch.  I’m trying to see how close I can get to running that 1:20-1:25 range and go from there.  I think race conditions and the slight downhill course can get me going enough to get in that 5:20 range – but honestly – I have no idea.  That’s what makes this such a fun race to be a part of.

Lara: When we spoke a few months ago you talked about having a “reason to run”.  Raising money for Dom and family has been a really compelling motivator for you for quite some time.  Now that the fundraising is finished and you hit your goal, what is going to be your “reason to run”?

Joe: I’ve really learned a lot, Lara, about why this sport is important to me.  When I look back I think I was a pretty selfish runner up until last summer.  I didn’t really invite people to my races with the exception of my wife and family, I didn’t really talk with a lot of runners beforehand, just enough to pass the time.  I wasn’t active in any running clubs or running groups and I pretty much had goals that were individual goals: PR’s, qualifying for Boston, getting stronger, getting faster etc. What I realized was that running, while a great source of peace and solitude where I could disengage from work and find my “therapy”, was something I should be sharing more. I reached out on Twitter, Daily Mile, on various running sites and blogs and quickly found out that there were people out there that wanted to know me.  They wanted to talk with me about running and/or life and that I was truly part of a community.  The more I gave, the more I received – that’s how you and I met.  So in addition to raising awareness about Dom and making a difference in his and his family’s life – I helped other runners reach their goals.  So, I’d like to continue to do that.  We have such an amazing sport – filled with amazing people – doing amazing things.  We’re all very passionate about the things that are important to us.  I realize now that I want to surround myself with those kinds of people as much as possible.  When I find a cause that I am passionate about, I’m going to go all in and try to make a difference.  In my downtime from racing and becoming a new Dad I’m going to hopefully help new runners discover our sport, or veteran runners reach their goals.  Boston was a perfect example for me in celebrating running.  It was a goal I chased for over a year and it was absolutely incredible.  Anyone who has that on their list of goals is someone who should chase it down.  If I can help that process and I don’t?  Shame on me, because I know better.

Lara: I can just imagine you in 12 years or so, coaching your daughter’s track team or helping at-risk kids find a better way to blow off steam and learn healthy coping habits.  Reaching out to others is something you’re very good at; this isn’t going to be a stretch for you at all.  Compassion makes the world go round.

Joe: I hope so Lara – that would be such a great thing to do.  I’ve been really lucky and blessed to find something that I am passionate about and love doing relatively late in my “active years”.  It’s all about paying it forward that is for sure. 

Lara: How’s Dom doing, as of now?  How’s his family?

Joe: Dom is struggling a bit right now, both physically and mentally.  A few weeks before Pittsburgh, he had to go back into the hospital with an unexplained blockage.  He was having trouble with bowel movements – (who could have imagined THAT as he tried to make the adjustment back to solid food with no stomach, spleen etc.) – this led to a procedure to remove a blockage and a temporary and reversible colostomy.  When they removed the tissue that was causing the blockage they found that it was scar tissue from his surgery.  That was “normal” so to speak, but after further investigation they actually found microscopic cancer cells in the blockage.  After all of the PET Scans, chemotherapy treatments (6 total) and surgery – that was very unexpected.  The Doctors all feel that this was old cancer cells, not new, and that it is not indicative that the cancer is back or it has spread.  But now we are waiting for Dom to regain his strength before they can prescribe another treatment course that will probably involve more chemotherapy.  This was a pretty big mental blow to him and the family. He is ready to fight and is eager to get back in there for treatment – but at 118 lbs. and still unable to really eat the way he needs to… we’ve got to get him “beefed” up a bit before he can step back in the ring again to fight.  He’s really amazing Lara – absolutely the bravest man I’ve ever known.

Lara: How’s he going to get beefed up if he can’t eat the nutrients he needs?  How does that work?

Joe: He’s back on the feeding tube for close to 8 hours every day – that really just gets him to the base-line 2,000 calories a day liquid diet.  The struggle is where he then tries to eat solid food on top of that, like oatmeal, soup etc.  When we were at the pre-race pasta dinner for the Pittsburgh Marathon there were plates of pasta, veal parmesan and fresh bread everywhere.  I was sitting near Dom and watched him fight down 1/4 of a bowl of homemade chicken soup.  It is so sad to watch as you can see him reconciling the fact that he knows that he needs to eat, but his body just won’t let him.  There is nothing I wouldn’t do to help him get over that issue and gain the strength he needs to keep going.  I tease him that he needs a “training calendar” to put on his fridge like I have that says, Monday – 10 bites of jello, Tuesday – 8 spoons of Oatmeal, Wednesday – 12 bites Cream of Wheat and just keep building on it from there.  Just like Marathon Training, before you know it you’re up to 30 bites of jello, 25 spoons of Oatmeal and 36 bites of Cream of Wheat.

Lara:  Could it really work like that?  Can a person train their body to accept food, like an athlete trains their body to endure harder work?

Joe: I’m smart enough to know one thing Lara – and that is I don’t know much about anything.  But to me it seems like exactly the way to go here.  He’s asking his body to create a new way of dealing with food.  He has to recruit other parts of his system to form a new stomach and process nutrition.  The human body is an amazing thing, and when you start placing it under pressure, it changes and adapts.  That’s how our runner-bodies adapt and improve.  I think there is something there, but even if I’m wrong, I think having goals to wake up to every day that helps you move closer to your long-term goal is a powerful tool.  If our training plan had 18 weeks of blank squares and the final square said – run 26.2 miles, I don’t think too many of us would even show up on race day, let along finish.

Lara: It really helps to have a support network of people around you.  That’s what it comes down to, doesn’t it?  You ran Pittsburgh and slept like a baby because you innately knew that you were loved and protected.  Dom keeps fighting because he knows, in the same way, that there are all these people propping him up.  It’s less of a fight when you’re not going it alone.

Joe: You are so right regarding the support network.  It’s amazing the amount of love that has been showered on the D’Eramo’s – it is making a huge difference to keep that family going.  It’s hard to even think about where they would be without everyone in their lives that care so much about them.

Lara: I was looking over our last interview and you were talking about “Maniac” being on your playlist.  Are you sick and tired of that song, or does the playlist still speak to you?  What are you listening to now (when you’re not running naked, of course)!

Joe: “Maniac” has been on my playlist a lot and makes me smile.  I’ve actually been running w/out music almost every other run since Pittsburgh, as part of my new “naked running” initiative.  It’s been really great.

Lara: In reflecting on this whole process, what would you say has been the most memorable, more important lesson you’ve learned?

Joe: I think that regardless of how successful the actual fundraising portion of Run for Dom was or wasn’t – it was truly successful because we saw an opportunity to make a difference and went for it.  We were never afraid to ask for help, never too proud to accept a lending hand and hopefully make a lasting impression on those that we came in contact with.  I’ve received so many notes, letters, messages and calls from people who I had never met before or who I have known since I was a little boy telling me how proud they were of me and for me.  I really never felt like I was doing anything that “substantial” – I just had a friend that needed help and I tried my best to help him any way that I could.  At the end of the day I was hoping that I would look back on May 2nd and feel like it was enough.  Nine months ago, I never dreamed that it would have been so successful and that it would have changed the way that I looked at things so dramatically.”

Nine months… that magical gestation period where human life is created.  He’s re-created his life in working hard for someone else’s.

Joe’s going to keep running, and Dom’s going to keep fighting cancer.  Please check in on them periodically and see how it’s all going.

Cheers!

Ashland Rain

Saturday’s run was not in the morning, and it wasn’t in Colorado.

I got to Ashland last night and spent today eating, reading, resting, talking, eating, talking, reading and sleeping before I finally got around to running.  With no one to entertain, fights to mediate, meals to make or bedtimes to adhere to, I’m suddenly in a wonderful, strange, very zen-like existence.  These next few days are about ME, and no one else.  This is new territory I’m visiting.  Don’t worry, I’m a quick learner.  I think I’ll be okay.

Gwen drove me around Downtown Ashland this morning and showed me the Oregon Shakespeare Festival where she and husband Michael work (Gwen is a Stage Manager and Michael is the Master Electrician).  We visited the Ashland Food Co-op and then lollipopped home while she pointed out landmarks.  Michael added to this body of knowledge by telling me how to get up to the hills and down onto the bike path. With a hazy mental picture of the area and enough light to see by, I was good to go.

Gwen left for the evening just as I was waking up from my 2 ½ hr nap (see, I told you I’m a quick learner, I know what to do with free time).  She said she was taking the car because it looked like thunderstorms tonight and she wanted to be able to come home out of the rain at 1 AM when she gets off work.  Fair enough.

I headed out of the subdivision, trying to find the through-road that connects to downtown.  Failing that, I found the elementary school that has a bike path close-by.  Much to my surprise there was a trail map of the area at the mouth of the bike-path.  After studying it for a minute I changed direction and decided to follow the path through town into the hills.  The elevation would go from about 1500 to 2200 feet above sea level, and I’m a sucker for trail running.

When I turned around I noticed that my Garmin wasn’t tracking properly.  I had been running for about 5 minutes but the mile said 2 miles.  Not so, I swear.  There were bars saying I had signal, but things weren’t syncing.  I reset to zero and headed into town.

Here and there I had signal, but it wasn’t consistent so I just watched the timer.  Because I was running in a brand-new location, I knew that my sense of time and distance would be off because I’d be so busy gawking at all the new sights.  Do you do that?  It takes me a few runs on the same trail before I get an accurate sense of what’s really there; the newness has to wear off before I can take off my rose-colored glasses.  Fine, I’ll admit it; I’m really a child in an adult’s body.

I got through Downtown Ashland and had this strange feeling of being in a movie.  Ashland is beautiful, touristy and happy; lots of places for tourists to spend their money while they wait to take in a show at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (OSF), the biggest Shakespeare Festival in the Western Hemisphere.  There are tons of restaurants, kids playing in the nearby parks, girls walking along the railroad tracks, kids sitting with their parents at outdoor tables eating ice cream. Imagine the camera panning to take in the setting and then switching to this random runner (me).  The runner creates movement in the scene, flitting between people, running next to the lamp-post and crossing the street.  Old people look up from the racks of clothes lining the sidewalks as they browse for deals on t-shirts, knick-knacks and other doo-dads that no one really needs.

I kept following the signs and made it onto the path.  Lithia Park is right outside the brick area and was full of more happy people.  There were couples walking, kids playing catch with their parents in the green, a family looking at the duck pond.  Further up more people were walking the trail with loved one,  and groups of people were picnicking around fire pits and built-in grills.  The trail was wide and so very soft.  Wood chips were spread on the trail and must have been several inches deep to achieve the springiness that made this trail feel better than a rubber track.

About 24 minutes after I reset the Garmin it started to rain.  Small, soft drops fell from the sky and gently spattered my bare arms, face and legs.  The air was warm and the drops of moisture felt like an extension of the air itself rather than a thresh-hold that had just been crossed.  My sunglasses that had been necessary equipment when I began the run were suddenly superfluous; I removed them from my face, folded them into my hand and carried them gently the rest of the run.  I continued to run uphill.

This hill was nothing like the Rocky Mountains, my regular running playground.  This hill was low, gentle, lush and teeming with flora.  A small river runs beside the trail and its music sounded different to my mountain ears.  My senses were startlingly acute and every fiber of my body sang with pleasure.

Finally I reached a place where I could either cross a street and continue on the trail, or turn around.  A group of mountain bikers was riding above me on a trail parallel to my trail and stopped just ahead of me, where the trails merged.  My watch read 28 minutes.  It was time to turn around.

 And so I headed home.  Down the trail I ran, sometimes running on the wide soft trail near the river, other times testing my quick reflexes on the narrow upper trail that ran parallel to the lower.  The picnickers were packing up to go home, their movements hurried as they huddled into their jackets.  A Mom with her baby in a sling stood under an overhang, waiting out the rain.  The three teenagers that had meandered with no destination just minutes before ran for shelter.  The duck pond was empty.  And the three kids that had played catch with their Momma were running in the grass with their shoes off, faces uplifted and mouths open, trying to drink the rain.

“Look, she’s running through the rain!” one of them called to the others as I flew past.  A smile erupted from my face and stayed plastered in place for the duration of the run.  Yes, I was running in the rain.  Only children and myself were out enjoying the feel of water gracing our bodies.

I emerged from Lithia Park into Downtown Ashland again and easily found my way through the streets back to Gwen and Michael’s house.  The texture of the rain never changed, nor did the cadence of the soft patter on trees and concrete.  The front of my shirt and shorts were soaked, along with my socks and shoes.

Now, everything is hanging up to dry.  The rain has continued sporadically this evening, and a great roil of thunder even passed through.   This is a bummer for the show Gwen’s teching tonight in the outdoor theatre at OSF.  She’ll stay dry, but the actors might get damp.