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Training in Ethiopia, US 10-mile

April 15, 2014

Directly after my race at the Mountain to Fountain 15k, I drove the dogs out to their grandparents in Big Bear Lake and met up with Ryan in LA to fly to Ethiopia for a 3 week training stint (4 weeks for Ryan) at Ya Ya Village athlete hotel (for more on YaYa village see my blog from last summer). Conveniently we happened to be on the same flights as a contingent of Ethiopian runners that competed at the LA marathon, including the women’s  winner Amane Gobena, which was fun to get to know them and hear a bit more from their coach about good places for marathoners to train around Addis.  It was Ryan’s first time in Ethiopia, and I had been just for a week last August during the rainy season and thus wasn’t really able to see the trails.  Unlike when I was in Africa last summer in base season, I had a bit less flexibility to just hop in and do whatever they were doing, I needed to be preparing specifically for races coming up.  However I was hopeful we would be able to connect up and overlap with runners there often.  I live at altitude, so unlike many Americans/Europeans that go to Africa merely for the altitude and do their own thing, the objective for me is to train with them and learn from them, both about running and life in general.

Trying to keep up with the drills in Bekoji

Trying to keep up with the drills in Bekoji

Sure enough, my first day there I ran into Kalkidan Gezahegne, (2010 World Indoor gold medalist in the 1500m at the age of 16).  Kalkidan and I remembered each other from Boston Indoor Games in 2011. We were both at the track for a shake out the day before the 3k, and she looked a bit alone and out of her element, so I invited her along for the run.  She didn’t speak much English then so it was a bit awkward but I could tell she appreciated it, little do we know that 3 years later we would train together in Ethiopia!  Her English is much improved since, and it was really fun to experience Ethiopian running through tagging along with her and chat about the differences between Ethiopian and American running culture.

I would often run afternoon runs with Kalkidan and a few other guys that her husband/coach coaches on the “satellite field”, a large open grass field.  The runs would be in a single file line, lead by the fastest guy in the group, an unsponsored 5k guy that by his beat up running gear and mud hut home you would never know is capable of (in my opinion from watching his track work) running sub 13 in the 5k (he will actually be running Doha diamond league as a breakthrough opportunity, excited for him!).  The runs would start at 11 min mile pace, but quickly progress down, until we hit about 6:45 pace where we’d stay the final few miles of the 40 min run- no cake walk on rolling terrain at 9,000 ft.  (I was thankful these were not in the forest- when Ethiopians run there they zig-zag around in the most nonsensical patterns that is enough to drive us Western runners mad!) Afterwards they would often do “gymnastics” (the classic Ethiopian synchronized drills) while I would do some strides (which they called “fartleks”).  They all got a kick out of the fact that I would stop and stand still in between strides, rather than shuffle along (at a near stand-still) as they did.

I also got to tag along a bit with the “Jama group”, Aden Jama’s team including recent 3-time world record holder Genzebe Dibaba, 2 time gold medalist Kaki, the recent 2014 Indoor gold medalist Souleiman, and others, the majority from neighboring Djbouti.  Of course I was curious to watch Genzebe train as she is on fire right now, and for her sake and because I want to continue to join them in the future, I won’t divulge too much detail of their program.  But needless to say they work hard and they hit the weights hard! I was kind of sad I had to leave to run Cherry Blossom 10 miler because I would have loved to do some more training with them.

This is how the Jama group recovers post-workout: takeout spaghetti eaten with fingers

This is how the Jama group recovers post-workout: takeout spaghetti eaten with fingers

As I found last time I was there, even the best Ethiopian runners were quite welcoming to Ryan and I. In Ethiopia in general, one of the things I love about it is despite the fact that foreigners are almost nonexistent, they are very nonchalant about our presence. We once had a bus continue on and take us privately to our destination for free, refusing money, simply because  “here in Ethiopia, we respect foreigners”. You will have little kids shout “firenge!” (white person) while running by and sometimes get called “China” (the Chinese have been building roads in Ethiopia, so are likely the first or only experience the locals have had with a firenge and they can’t really tell the difference).

One of the main things I took away form interacting with the Ethiopian runners is their confidence.  After finishing a run with Kalkidan one day, she proclaimed that I would win gold medals.  I’ll take it! They expect success and talk about it as if it is inevitable.  They also didn’t seem to look to their workout times for confidence, which is a good thing, because trying to run intervals on a track at 9,000 feet elevation is no joke.  I was hitting times I probably could have run in high school.  You just aren’t able to run race pace, so I don’t think they expect to, and just work hard and expect that when they go down, they will have what it takes.

Colorful, delicious injera with "fasting platter" of vegetables

Colorful, delicious injera with “fasting platter” of vegetables

I tried to apply this mentality to my race at Cherry Blossom 10-miler, also the US 10-mile Championships.  I really had no idea what I could run, especially after training up there and not getting my normal feedback, but I knew I was strong and decided that I was just going to trust I was fit enough to go with the leaders.  I could have made a case for playing it conservative; I was jet-lagged, had just traveled 30 hours 2 days before the race, and at Houston half I had gone out aggressively and spent 10 miles running alone.  But I also felt I had unfinished business after underperforming at Houston, so it was a risk I was willing to take.

As expected the race went out hard upfront, yet I felt surprisingly comfortable, and was getting excited knowing we were on American Record pace.   I was sitting back a bit because I didn’t want the African runners to see me- I’d learned that sometimes in Africa when a white person goes to the front in a workout, it causes fireworks, so I tried to stay out of view. Somewhere after the first few miles though we went around a roundabout and the pack didn’t take the tangent very well, and I couldn’t help but hug the turn.  That was a mistake- I was spotted and a hard surge was thrown in, just as I thought might happen, though it took me by surprise.

I was able to work my way back to the pack where I stayed until another hard surge was thrown around the halfway point. In hindsight, I wish I had done more to cover this move, but I ran a 5:03 that mile, so maybe it wouldn’t have been

Hanging on at Cherry Blossom 10-miler

Hanging on at Cherry Blossom 10-miler

possible. This type of racing was definitely a new experience (afterwards Janet said it is common for Mamitu to run this way, good to know for next time!).  I ended up spending the next 5 or so miles trying to catch back up, and slowly slipping further back, though not fading as badly as I did in Houston.  It was enough to still run under the old American Record pace, though I watched as my Team Run Flagstaff Pro teammate Janet set a new one ahead of me.  Though I didn’t get the record, it is the first time I have run under one, and it was a neat moment!

Unlike Kenyan runners, where English is largely spoken thanks to British influence, I’ve found Ethiopian runners are less likely to speak English as proficiently. Since Ethiopia was never colonized, they maintained their original historic language and alphabet, and they are always surprised but delighted when a foreigner makes attempts to converse in it. Ryan and I have started learning it in our free time, so it was fun to surprise the Ethiopian runners at Cherry Blossom with my new skills.  As I rode the bus back with winner Mamitu Daska, chatting about my time in Ethiopia and the strong Ethiopian presence in DC, it was a neat moment of realizing the power of running to unite cultures.  Looking forward to learning some more and practicing at Boston Marathon in a few weeks!

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Challenges On & Off the Track

February 4, 2014

Recently I was taking the “Strengths Finder 2.0” personality test and (go figure) my #1 strength came out to be “achiever”.   I smiled as I read their descriptions of people like me: “You have an internal fire burning inside you. It pushes you to do more, to achieve more. After each accomplishment is reached, the fire dwindles for a moment, but very soon it rekindles itself, forcing you toward the next accomplishment”  “You feel as if every day starts at zero. By the end of the day you must achieve something tangible in order to feel good about yourself. And by ‘every day’ you mean every single day- workdays, weekends, vacations”.  Of course, this is a fitting strength for a professional athlete and I’m sure many others would test the same.

I’ve learned the hard way though that every day cannot be a monumental achievement in training, that you need easy recovery days that are just as
photo-17much bringing you towards your goal.  And you also need a lot of mundane downtime between training sessions, spent laying around and resting.  This has always been a challenge for me, I’m not wired to just watch repeat TV shows on Netflix, I need a challenge to conquer! So this manifests in creating challenges for myself in the mundane periods of life, like concocting a delicious dinner using only random leftovers or finding a coupon online for an upcoming vacuum purchase.  I’ve also taken over the role of managing The Hall Steps Foundation in my downtime (so that we could become 100% volunteer run and essentially overhead free!), and the challenge of helping those in extreme poverty is unending.

Recently I took on a new challenge of racing my first half marathon.  It had been something I had been wanting to do every since I started running professionally. My first plan was to race the Dallas half in December, but when the ice storm shut the city down and race got cancelled, I moved my sights to the US Half Championships in Houston in mid January.  I went into the race with expectations of being able to compete up front, and when the winner Serena made a big move at 3 miles in,  2 of us decided to respond.  Unfortunately I wasn’t able to stay with those two and ended up running the last 8 miles of the race in no-man’s land and fading badly the last few miles, running 73 mid- not terrible, but not what I had wanted.  Running 8 miles of a race alone after falling off was definitely a new challenge being a track runner, but one I wasn’t quite ready for.  I was disappointed as I had had higher expectations for that race and felt I didn’t run up to my potential.

The thing about being someone that craves challenges is you also have to be good about dealing with failure, as you naturally put yourself in positions that require risk, and you always have high expectations of yourself that you won’t always meet.  And herein lies a new challenge! Expecting a lot of yourself while still extending grace to yourself. And as you experience God’s grace towards you, it helps you give grace to yourself.

As I look toward the many other goals and challenges I have set out for myself athletically in 2014, I am also realizing that some of the greatest challenges I will ever face are ones that doesn’t necessarily happen on the track or road- they are ones Jesus calls us to.  To love others as much as you love yourself and put them first- something that isn’t easy in a self-centered, individual sport where we are constantly focused on our own needs (and need to be to perform well!).  To genuinely celebrate others’ victories and not be envious of their success, but instead let it inspire you towards your own goals.  To go after big performances and racing to your full potential without letting your performances dictate your identity and self-worth.  To not get so caught up in worrying and evaluating your progress towards a goal in the future that you miss all God has for you in the present.  To be both constantly unsatisfied and hungry to go to new levels yet joyful and thankful for what you have and have already experienced.  And to take risks without fearing failure, but if you fail, to be able to extend grace to yourself.

These are tough! They may even be tougher than suffering the last 8 miles alone in that race.  But the good thing is, they are challenges that I can be working on from the couch just as much as on the track!  My inner achiever would love to master them immediately, but the reality is it is a life-long process and it can’t be accomplished through my own will-power alone,  but God’s spirit working in me. But just like in training, it is all about celebrating the small victories and times you choose the right path that build momentum and help us “Achievers” stay encouraged.

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Thankfullness brings Increase

January 24, 2014

by, Ryan Hall

Today I am writing from our home in Flagstaff, Arizona. We have been having a warm winter, and training on dirt roads at 7,000 ft in the warm sun is a runners paradise considering it’s January. My heart goes out to the East coasters that haven’t had the same glorious conditions.

My training has been progressing since my hip injury’s resolution. I shaved my 3 month old beard off on News Day as part of a declaration of 2014 being a new year for me. I also set a goal of being healthy to run every day in 2014, which so far I have been able to keep. I think this maybe be the longest I’ve kept a New Year’s Resolution!

Recently I was in middle of my first workout since coming to altitude (10 by 1,000 meters w/2 minutes rest) and was having a humbling experience. It was one of those workouts that mentally go either way. I had a choice. Depending on my perspective the workout was either going to get real bad, real quick or I could choose the hard path (mentally speaking) and see the good in the midst of my suffering and get through the workout.  While I was mentally coaching myself through this tough session I began thinking about what gives people the power to conquer tough circumstances in life. I began to think of tough situations that Jesus faced and how He worked through them.

One story that came to mind when I thought of Jesus overcoming was the story of the multiplication of the loaves and fish.  Jesus found himself in the middle of desert with thousands of people who had walked miles and miles just be with him and they were out of food, except 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish.

Now, I’ve heard this story many times and it’s easy to just gloss over it without realizing how dire of a situation this was.  This was a potential life and death situation for thousands of people.  So how did Jesus overcome it?  He fixed his eyes on God and gave thanks for what He had.  To me, it didn’t seem like Jesus spent too much time focused on the great challenge that surrounded him.  He found a way, in the midst of his circumstances, to set his focus on the one person who nothing is impossible for.  Then he took what God had already given Him and thanked Him for it.  The interesting thing is that He didn’t even ask God to multiply the loaves or fish.  How crazy is that?!  He didn’t even ask for a miracle.  He just started handing out food and He so knew that God would give him everything that he needed for that situation that he didn’t even have to ask God for it.  And, so the story goes that not only did God give enough food for everyone to eat their full, but He gave them a surplus, an overflow.

There are two simple truths here that helped me get through my challenging workout.  First, I set my focus on God, not on my watch, not on my splits, not on comparing my workouts to anyone else’s workout or any of my past workouts, I set my focus on God.  When I do this, running becomes an act of worship to God and no longer about me and my fitness.  Then I give God thanks for the energy and healthy body He was giving me for that workout.

The funny thing is that this time, there wasn’t, what an outsider would call, a miraculous turnaround to my workout (though I have experienced miracles).  I didn’t all of a sudden start crushing it.  However, I did find that with this new spirit of God-centered thankfulness, my body relaxed and I did start running faster and managed to accomplish what is always my number one goal for any race or workout: to maximize my potential for that day.  I can’t always have a PR race or a PR workout but I can alway get 100% out of my body what it has inside of it for each day.

I cringe to think what could have happened if I didn’t turn my bad attitude around and  I am thankful that Jesus modeled to me how to get through tough times- by being thankful for what you have in the moment.