Sunday, December 28, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
I am a little more than 2 weeks out from my second marathon. This round of training has been much different than my first round of marathon training. I am by no means an expert in running or marathoning, but I have learned some valuable lessons in these last two rounds of training.
Lesson 1: injuries happen
Injuries are not just reserved for elite runners cranking out mile after mile each week. They happen to all of us at some point in our running lives. This round has been much easier on my body than the last round but I did have some bumps in the road along the way. Listen to your body, don’t try to cram in missed training, and let yourself heal. It can be hard when an injury takes you out for a few days but don’t rush back into it or you could do more damage to your body.
Lesson 2: Stop comparing
I spent much of 2014 comparing my times to others and letting myself be discouraged that I wasn’t faster. In reality, I should have been celebrating the PR’s I was nailing, the distances I was covering, and the miles my legs were taking me. I couldn’t see those as victories because I wasn’t what most people consider “fast”. I am now embracing my times and recognizing them for what they are: strength, improvement, and growth.
Lesson 3: Understand the struggles
Fueling has always been an issue for me. I struggle with when to fuel, what to fuel with, and how much I really need. Some of it has to do with things other runners have told me. That goes back to lesson 2. Stop worrying about others and do what works for you. I struggled in Chicago because I lost some of my gel packs along the course. I became desperate at the end and took every scrap of food I could find along the course from the bananas volunteers were handing out to pretzels being handed out by spectators. I also resorted to drinking Gatorade which I stay away from in races because it causes major bloating. I should have learned this as I went into last Friday’s 20 miler but I was stubborn. I have one more long run before the marathon and this will be focused on covering the distance with the proper fueling. I will fuel even if I am feeling good because if I push too far without it, there is no recovering from that and the last part of the run will suffer.
Lesson 4: Carbs are my friend
I am a runner that needs carbs. I have tried restricting but realized my long runs suffered. Some people have told me it isn’t necessary for running but I have found that for me they are. I now fuel up on healthy carbs leading up to my long runs and it has made the difference. What works for me may not work for others and that’s ok but I need to perfect my strategy to get results.
Lesson 5: Ask for help
When training for a marathon, it can be easy to be overwhelmed with training, work and family. I found this was happening to me as I headed into peak training weeks. Finally I had to ask for help and give myself permission to forget about things that didn’t really matter. So, this year my hubby wrapped ALL the Christmas presents, I shopped online and I skipped the Christmas cards. I started to feel guilty but I realized that it’s ok not to get to everything and Christmas will still happen as planned.
Lesson 6: Use the right training plan
It is super easy to find a plan in a book or on the internet and use it to run a race. It can lead you to a successful finish in many cases. In my case, a one size fits all approach didn’t work for me. I tried a plan and it was geared at someone faster than I was. I became burned out, tired and by the time I reached the start line I was over trained which led to a finish but one I fought hard for. This time around I hired a running coach who developed a plan just for me based on my capabilities and paces. It has made all the difference in the world for me. I have found myself running distances more easily and being able to hold a more consistent pace. I am hoping this is an indicator of a positive outcome for marathon number 2.
Lesson 7: Running is mental
The body is capable of amazing things. It is often your head telling you to give up not your body. Once I finished that first marathon, I find it easier to push through my training runs. In fact, most of the time when running outdoors, I leave the music and running apps behind. I run based on feel and have found that approach has allowed me to push myself when necessary and also when to hold back.
I am sure this list will evolve as I continue to run more marathons because my love for distance running isn’t ending anytime soon. I am a lifelong runner and am looking forward to my next adventures.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
My hubby and I made the trek to Chicago early Saturday morning in preparation for Sunday's marathon. We took the train from Milwaukee to Chicago and of course on this trip into the city we were delayed about 15 minutes. I was antsy. I wanted to drop the stuff off at the hotel and head to the expo. We arrived at our hotel by about 10:15 and lucky for us our room was ready. We decided on a hotel in a different part of town for this trip and let me tell you I am so glad we did. The Langham was a beautiful hotel with amazing staff. We will be back. After we dropped our stuff off, we headed to the shuttle pick up stop and were off to the expo. The expo was huge but was very crowded. I picked up a few things and we headed back to the hotel so we could have some lunch. After lunch I got my two mile shakeout run in on the hotel treadmill. I was going to run outside with my hubby but he forgot his running shorts so I decided to run inside as I don't know my way around town like John does. Saturday evening we had a nice dinner at the hotel restaurant. I had chicken and roasted sweet potatoes which was a great pre-race meal. We were both exhausted from the early morning wake up call and we were ready for bed by 8pm. It was an off and on night of sleep for me.
I was up by about 4:45 am on race morning. I got myself and all my gear ready for the day. It's amazing how much stuff you need when running a race. The hotel had food and water out for the runners that morning which was a nice touch. I grabbed a banana and water on my way out to the shuttle which the hotel provided to it's guests. The amount of people out and about that morning was amazing. So much energy in the city at 6am. We made our way to the hospitality tent we had tickets for and I ate a little more while trying to calm my nerves before I headed to the corral. We saw coverage of the national anthem being sung and the start of the hand cycle division. I was glad that John was with me because shortly after seeing that I had my meltdown. I cried on John's shoulder so worried about whether or not I could really do this. He had complete confidence in my abilities but told me that I needed to listen to my body because he needed me healthy at the end of this. I pulled myself together and headed to the corral.
As I entered the corral, an eerie sense of calm washed over me. My mom and daughters texted me before the race wishing me good luck. I watched the video they made for me complete with a race sign. It melted my heart. It was close to 8:30 when my corral finally crossed the start line. I felt really good starting the race and was hoping that feeling would continue through the entire race. I heard a familiar voice yelling to me and holding a sign for me shortly after I hit the two mile mark. It was good to see John but I was too far over to sneak a kiss before continuing on.
The next few miles went well. We ran through Lincoln park and I was cruising along feeling good. I was nearing Wrigley Field and turned onto Addison. I thought of my friends and their little girl Addison at that moment. It brought a smile to my face and as I was making a turn there was John. Again, I wasn't able to sneak a kiss because it caught me so off guard. I continued on and was worried what was going to happen when I hit the 10 mile mark. That is the point in a half marathon I start to get a little challenged mentally. That didn't happen during this race. Before I knew it I hit the halfway mark. My plan was to push it the second half of the race and I was staying consistent with pacing until mile 16. Then it started to get really tough. At mile 17 I was ready to give up. I still had 9.2 miles to go. I was so tired. I played lots of mind games at that point. I told myself I could quit as long as I went one more mile and that went on and on until mile 20. I developed a blister on my foot at mile 18. Every step I took was becoming painful and I could feel the blister getting bigger and bigger.
When I hit mile 20, I told myself I had 6.2 to go. That was less than one of my short runs in recent weeks and this was doable. I had heard that a marathon often comes down to the last 6.2 miles and I totally believe that. I slowed down on these last 6.2 miles. I didn't care as my goal was to finish. When I stopped to walk there were a few times I texted John. He told me the trains weren't lining up with my timing and he missed me at a few locations so he was just going to meet me at the finish. I was a little bummed about that because seeing him during those last few miles might have helped to give me that little push I needed. Sure, they placed all the photographers in the last few miles when I was struggling the most. When I saw them I forced myself to push it and put a smile on my face. That simple act helped a lot. Even though I wasn't feeling it, the smile instantly boosted my mood.
I reached for my final salted caramel gel at about mile 22 and realized it was gone. It must have slipped out of my belt somewhere along the course. I realized I had some sport beans left and had a few to get me through the next few miles. At that point in the race they were too sweet. I put them away and fueled with gatorade and bananas that were provided on course. This wasn't ideal but I had no choice but to make it work. Soon I was making the turn onto Michigan avenue. I knew that this was a fairly straight shot to the finish line. I was struggling and then "Don't stop believin" came on. It brought a smile to my face. Then, I saw the sign on the course that said "One mile to go". I texted John and let him know where I was at. My text said this: one mile to go. holy shit, I might just do this. I kept pushing through. 800 meters to go. I made the first of the final two turns into the finish. I was hoping there were no photographers at that point because the tears were starting to flow. I have an ugly crying face but I was all emotions at that point. Then I see another sign. 400 meters to go. I picked up the pace a bit more. Now, the final turn. The finish line was truly in sight. I was looking for John in the bleachers and didn't see him. My heart sank. He was going to miss this. Then I heard his voice and realized he was on the other side of the road. I was almost there. I crossed the finish line with my arms up in the air like I had won the whole damn race. As I think about, I did win that race. It wasn't about beating anyone else, it was about proving to myself that I could do this and that my friends is what I call a victory.
This race challenged my physically and mentally. There were highs and lows in this race. There were times when I wanted to give up. I am so glad I didn't though. I worked too hard for this to give up and in reality that isn't the kind of person I am. I continue to push through when things get tough.
John met me and I hugged him and again cried on his shoulder when he called me a marathoner. They were some of the happiest tears I have cried. I was a marathoner.
Then I looked at my phone and saw all the love and support sent my way during the race, I cried again. My heart was so full and all I could feel was gratitude for all the wonderful people that have crossed my path. It means the world to know there are so many people backing and supporting you. When you believe in yourself, others will see it and they will start believing in you too. If there is something you dream about, go chase it because it can be reality with hard work. There was no shortcut to my victory. It was hard work, sweat, and trust. Now I rest the next few days and slowly start to build up my training because I am doing this all over in about 85 more days.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
When you first sign up for a marathon, it's nothing but excitement. Your still giddy from that drunken night when you entered your name into the lottery. I pictured a slightly tougher schedule than half marathon training but nothing I couldn't handle. I thought about where we were going to stay in Chicago, pre-race meals, the race day outfit. You know the important stuff. Then I realized I needed to figure out which training plan to use. So, I read books on different marathon training options. Everyone has their own theory on what works best.
When training for a marathon, your mileage increases. Then all of a sudden parts of your body start hurting for unknown reasons. All of a sudden you turn one night in bed and wonder when you fought and clearly lost the fight with an alligator. There are times I would waddle around the house because my muscles were tight, my hip hurt or my foot hurt feeling like much like I did 7 months pregnant with twins. Then my hip started hurting a lot. If I took a few days off it would start to feel better but once I started to run again I was back to this pain. I wanted to give up and I started to despise running. When visiting my local running store for a new pair of shoes, he suggested they refit me since it had been 6 months since my last fitting. It turns out, my gait had shifted and the type of shoes I was wearing were no longer what I needed. Fast forward a week in my new shoes and I felt like a new person! It all comes down to the shoes in life.
Oh, the emotions that come along with marathon training. I can usually keep myself composed but during both pregnancies, tissue or diaper commercials had the ability to make me cry. The same thing started happening as I got into my training. Tears of doubt, tears of joy, tears because my favorite running pants were missing for weeks, or tears because it was raining. You name it, I could go from normal to a hot mess in about ten seconds.
Pregnancy for me was as much about mental preparation as it was about coping with physical changes. I found the same thing to be the case with marathon training. I was preparing my body to take on a large physical challenge. There are times where your body is tired and can keep going but your mind tells you to stop. But you need to keep pushing through. When I was delivering our oldest, I pushed for 3 hours. There was a point where I was said, "she can just stay in there". Obviously the doctor didn't find it funny but when I had tough runs, I had to remind myself that if I was tough enough to push for 3 hours, I can run a marathon. It's about mentally picturing yourself crossing the finish line. I have watched the course preview video three times already and have committed the final stretch headed into Grant Park into my mind for these final training days. Darn it, here come the tears again.
While training for a marathon nutrition is important. You need to feed your body proper fuel if you expect it to perform. But sometimes, I just really wanted a cheeseburger. Sometimes, I felt like I was eating for two in order to keep my body properly fueled. The good thing here is that I didn't gain weight. I actually lost a few pounds and my body fat percent dropped a bit. It took me almost the whole training cycle but I think I finally have my fueling strategy down.
Then there is the exhaustion. Sleeping in was no longer an option, especially as the training runs got longer. I had to drag myself out of bed in the morning while it was still dark out to log those miles. All, while my hubby said how he was going to enjoy laying in bed for another hour or two. Sure, rub it in. When you start logging longer miles your body just gets tired. I am looking to reduced mileage this week and getting a little extra rest.
After you have a c-section they give you these fancy compression socks to wear. Yep, I hated those. They were these ugly white things that the nurses joked about being from Victoria's Secret. Not funny nurses. I find myself wearing them during and after long runs and saying how they are the best thing ever invented. At least running ones come in fun colors. It's funny how your opinion changes. I am rocking my hot pink ones as I write this.
During my first pregnancy, I decided early on that I was never going to get pregnant again. I feel that way about this marathon thing too. Like it is never going to happen again. I told myself that during my first half marathon at about mile 8 that I was never going to do this again because it wasn't fun. See how that turned out for me huh? 6 more half marathons have been completed since that.
Despite all of the challenges training for a marathon brings, it is one of the best things I have ever done for myself. I have shown my kids that nothing is out of reach if you work towards them. I realized that I am a lot tougher than I ever gave myself credit for. My fellow runners are the best as they have shown me support and celebrated successes during my training. I may have lost some people along the way that couldn't be happy for me but that's ok too. Right now, I am going to enjoy the next week as I prepare for one of the most EPIC things I have ever done. I am going to soak in all the marathon has to offer on Sunday because you only run your first marathon once. I am so glad I took a chance and entered the lottery for Chicago. Chicago is one of my favorite places and I have a lot of special memories from our visits to the city so it makes sense to run my first marathon there. Have a great night all!
Monday, July 14, 2014
On June 14th, I ran the Summerfest Rock’ N Sole in Milwaukee which was my 4th half marathon. This was a half marathon I signed up for on a whim. I was on a mission to bring down my half marathon time. I tend to be a perfectionist and am always trying to improve myself so it was game on. I felt like I was fairly well trained since the Cellcom Green Bay half marathon was only 4 weeks prior. I kept my training consistent the three weeks before the race so I could perform at my best that day. My dad and daughters decided to take part in the 5k that morning as well. Regardless of how well I did, I was just ecstatic about being able to run in Milwaukee which is one of my favorite places.
I had an early wake-up call that morning as the race started at 7am. I had to be really quiet so I didn’t wake my hubby as he had to work that afternoon and wouldn’t be home until after 11 that night. Being awakened that early would make for a really long day for him. Once I had myself ready, I had to get the kids ready. Have you ever tried to get kids out of bed at 4:30am on a Saturday? Well, I don’t recommend it. Thankfully I had all the race stuff out and the kids were instructed to have their race day clothes ready. Somehow we made it out the door by 4:45am and my hubby never heard a peep! Victory!
It was a chilly morning for the middle of June. We got the car parked and we helped my mom and son get to the finish area. We made our way to the start area and were fortunate that the Italian Community Center was open for runner so we could use a real bathroom with minimal wait times. We had a few photos taken while waiting for the race to start and I left my dad and girls as the half marathon started 20 minutes before the 5k did. I made my way to the corral it was one of the first times I was in the start corrals and wasn’t completely nervous. About 5 minutes before the race started a bird pooped in my hair. It was disgusting but fortunately there was a saint named Margarita who came to my rescue. She had toilet paper in her pouch and I was able to clean myself off. She then kindly cleaned my hair so I didn’t have to smell that the whole race. I was hoping that confident feeling and the bird incident wasn’t an indicator of my race performance.
The gun went off at 7am and it took me about 6 minutes to cross the timing mat of the start mat. I always try to keep a close eye on that because it helps me as I pass the timing clocks along the way to know if I am on track. The first mile was tough and my calves were super tight. I realized I hadn’t used my roller the night before like I normally do and was worried I was going to suffer because of it. I tried to hold a consistent pace for the first part of the race to ensure I wouldn’t run out of steam at the end. The first few miles were uneventful and right around the 5kpoint, we were on the Hoan Bridge. The views from the bridge were amazing and the breeze off the lake felt wonderful. I never realized how long the bridge was because I passed the 4 and 5 miles markers on the bridge. While I was nervous being on that bridge, I took comfort knowing that my father in law was one of the many ironworkers who working on building the bridge. The end of the bridge is where the half marathon and quarter marathon course split. The quarter marathoners were going to be making their way towards the finish.
I was feeling pretty good yet at 5 miles in as we headed towards Lake Park and the east side. This part of Milwaukee is my absolute favorite. One of my first dates with my husband was a trip to Milwaukee with a drive along the lake looking at the beautiful homes along Lake Drive and a stop for a walk at Lake Park. My decision to run this race was decided when I knew I would be running through my favorite part of Milwaukee. I loved running through Lake Park. When I hit about mile 8, some nice volunteer told me I was doing a great job and I was almost there. Bless her heart but with 5.1 miles left, I didn’t really feel like I was almost there.
Normally at the 10 mile mark, I really start to fade. This didn’t happen during this race. I am not sure if it was due to finally figuring out the sweet spot regarding fueling, the moderate temperatures or if my body was just feeling adjusted to this distance. While I was paying close attention to the clocks each mile marker and doing the math in my head, I was trying not to get caught up in it. I was out there trying to run the best race I could that day.
Before I knew it I saw the 12 mile marker and was headed on the backside of the Summerfest grounds along the lake. I saw the clock and knew I had the potential to beat my best half marathon time. What I did now was start to pick out a target ahead of me and get ahead of them. As I was passing one girl she was clearly struggling so I gave her some words of encouragement as I passed her. What was really nice about this course was after the 12 mile mark there were signs letting you know how much you had to go. I found this to be encouraging to see the signs telling me it was only ½ mile to the finish and then ¼. Then I knew after that ¼ mile sign I would be seeing the 13 mile sign. That is my favorite sign in a half marathon. When I reached the ¼ mile to go sign I took my headphones out and tucked them under the strap of my shirt. I like to be able to hear the crowd and music as I approach the finish line. Then I saw the 13 mile sign. I honestly don’t remember if there was a clock on that sign or not. I knew I had a tenth of a mile to go and I was going to push as hard as I could across the finish line. Shortly after the 13 mile mark, I heard my dad cheering me on. I rounded the curve and heard my youngest cheering me on. She is truly my biggest fan. Then I saw them and my dad was running towards them to see me finish. Then I saw the race clock. I knew the PR was mine and I am pretty sure there were tears in my eyes as I crossed the finish line.
As I made my way through the finish chute, I collected my medal and gathered some post run treats. I posed for the photographers on my way out and met up with my family. I was so stinking excited at that moment. I tried for one of those jumping shots but it was hard after running 13.1. After the race we headed to my sister’s house to have lunch and most of all get me a shower. I had bird poop to get out of my hair. This race was the first half of the M2 challenge. I will finish the second half of the challenge in August for the Madison Mini. Be good to me Madison, this girl is going for another PR!
About a month ago, on an unseasonably cool June morning, I had the opportunity to take part in a charity fun run with Boston Marathon winner Meb. The proceeds of the event were going to benefit MyTeam Triumph which is a wonderful organization. This organization allows all individuals to realize their full potential. Disabled athletes (Captains) to take part in athletic events through the use of specially designed racing equipment and able bodied athletes (angels) helping them safely cross the finish line. If you have never witnessed this, it is a truly humbling experience. My husband encouraged me to sign up since the proceeds were going to such a great organization. The event included the opportunity to meet Meb, run 2 miles withMeb and the rest of the group, photo ops and breakfast. I was running a half marathon the day after this event and I was honestly more nervous about a 2 mile run than I was the 13.1 the next day. Meb was fast, strong and a champion and I was just a mom trying to figure out this whole running thing.
When I arrived, Meb was there being interviewed by a local new station. I started making small talk with some of the other participants. When he finished his interview, he made his way over and talked to those of us taking part in the run. I had a photo taken with Meb which was pretty surreal. Yes, he ran in that outfit. I guess that Wisconsin morning was a bit too cool for him.
There were about 30 of us along with captains and angels fromMyTeam Triumph taking part that morning. We lined up at the start and were led down the path by a Green Bay Press Gazette truck complete with photographers on back. So, that is what it feels like to be an elite running at the front of the pack. I have to admit it was kind of nerve wracking being filmed and photographed like we were some kind of celebrities. Meb kept a comfortable pace which was a little faster than I am used to but I kept up for the majority of the run. I was slightly behind the rest of the pack for the last quarter mile but I caught up with Katie who is an angel from MyTeam Triumph and we finished the run together. She was so sweet and she gave me a big hug at the end. I love being a runner because other runners are so supportive and friendly. This was one of those experiences you never forget and I get goosebumps just writing this recap.
After the event I was on a complete high. It was amazing getting to meet new people. In the end, I realized that I wasn’t that much different than Meb. We were both working towards something we were passionate about. Success isn’t always about winning but is about giving it your all. While I will probably never win a race, I am a winner every time I lace up my shoes at a race and run my heart out regardless of where I place.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
We spent the day in Madison and started by visiting the race expo. My kids were having a blast in the photo booth with my mom and dad while at the expo. We spent time around the capital during the afternoon and even ran into John's cousin who gave us some helpful information which helped us in successfully completing this race. I wasn't sure how to properly eat during the day to make sure I was well prepared to run at 8 that night. I didn't want to eat too much before the race and end up being sluggish. I decided to err on the side of caution and eat lightly between lunch and the race and that seemed to work well for me.
Our youngest daughter was running the kids race that evening so my hubby got her to the start line while I was ready for her at the finish with my mom, son and daughter. It was a .6 mile run around the capital. I love when races offer kids races as it encourages physical fitness and gives them a sense of pride when they cross that finish line.
|My hubby, daughter and I before the race|
|There she is coming in for her big finish|
|I think we know who the next half marathoner is|
|My hubby nearing the finish line|
|Crossing the finish line!|
|My hubby and I post race|
I did the 5k with my daughter and sister in law. My daughter wanted to experience a 5k but wasn't ready to run the distance so I said I would walk the 5k with her and she recruited her aunt to join us. It was a nice day and the temperature was about as perfect as you could want. My husband was running the race as well so we sent him on his way to the front of the start area because I knew he was pushing for a PR in the 5k. It was a slow start but we were walking and having fun so we moved out of the way so those running could easily get around us. My daughter, who is 10, had never done this distance before so I wasn't sure what to expect from her. Before we knew it we hit the first mile mark and I high fived my daughter and we kept pushing on. Then we hit the two mile mark and we were approaching Lambeau field. I had checked my phone and saw the alert that my husband had finished the race. He got his PR! After we got another quarter mile in, we were making the turn towards the stadium and knew we would be headed through the players tunnel and headed onto the field for a lap around the field. My sister in law is a HUGE packers fan so I sent her and my daughter in ahead of me. I do have to say it was a cool experience to run through Lambeau Field even though I am not a football fan. We finished in about 51 minutes and had a blast.
|Outside of Lambeau at about 2.25 miles into the race.|
|The three of us before the race|
|My race day outfit|
|About a quarter mile into the race|
|Waiting for the race to start|
The first few miles went well and I was holding a steady pace. I was hoping for a PR that day and I knew if I kept that pace I would get my PR. The first few miles are a bit tough because sometimes I start out too fast and I pay for it at the end. My husband had taken the kids to mile 3.8 where there was an aid station so they could cheer me on. The kids were playing in the park so I didn't see them here but I did see my husband waiting for me. I stopped for a moment at that point, took a gu, drank a bit of water and gave my hubby a quick kiss before I continued on.
|Not sure what is going on here but I think my husband was chasing me with the camera|
|Coming through Lambeau|
|My oldest and I after the race as I try to recover|
Saturday, March 22, 2014
We left on a Wednesday on an evening flight and arrived in Orlando right before midnight. By the time we arrived at our hotel, it was 1:30 am. The kids were in very good spirits despite the long day. They were at Disney and excitement filled the hotel room when we walked in. The alarm was set for shortly after 7 so we could hit the race expo. We were all moving slowly since we didn't get a lot of sleep but we made it out of the room, ate breakfast and were on the first bus to the expo.
The expo was big and what you would expect from Disney. Bib pickup was in one building and the expo itself was in another building. As you approached the expo you were welcomed in style. I couldn't resist getting a picture with one of these guys.
|Djs playing music to get the crowd going before the race|
|The start line|
I was in corral J so we didn't take off until about 35 minutes after the start of the race. Fireworks were sent up in the air as they released each corral. My husband and kids were watching the live feed from the tent and I was texting my husband as I was waiting to start. It was nice to receive encouraging messages before I started the race. At about 6:05 am we were off and running. Well sort of running. It was thick with people so it was slow going. I think the first mile ended up being at about a 16 minute pace. I was at Disney and knew this one wasn't for time so I wasn't too upset. I was still optimistic I could beat my last time.
Shortly after mile 2, I could see the lead runner on the opposite side of the road headed back in. I was in awe at that kind of speed.
Before I knew it we were headed into the gate of Magic Kingdom. I was confused because I didn't think we hit Magic Kingdom for a few more miles. Then I remembered it was quite a trek from that point to the actual park. I kept pushing on.