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About amyreinink

I'm an award-winning writer and middle-of-the-pack runner who moved to the Washington area as a freelance journalist in October 2008. I'm also a marathon runner who recently signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon on Oct. 25, 2009. This blog, which I first started to chronicle my training for the National Half Marathon on March 21, 2009, is the story of my training for the MCM, and for many shorter races before it. I have run one full marathon and three half-marathons previously, and I'm looking to improve my time of 4:34 from the Nashville Country Music Marathon in April 2007. To avoid burnout and injuries, I'll be using the FIRST marathon-training method — running three hard days a week and cross-training hard two days a week. In this blog, I'll provide suggestions for running routes, training strategies, staying motivated, cross-training without boredom, injury prevention, playlists, sports nutrition and more. I live in a revamped Canada Dry bottling plant in Silver Spring, Md., that serves as a jumping-off point for running in Rock Creek Park, camping in Shenandoah National Park and skiing at Whitetail Resort, where my husband, Steve, and I are members of the Mountain Safety Team.

Review: Mountain Athletics app from The North Face

First, there was the rollicking beauty of the ad featuring My Morning Jacket’s cover of “Your Land” with a backdrop of the country’s most gorgeous mountains and seascapes.

Then, there were the videos featuring ski mountaineers, climbers and trail runners demonstrating exercises designed to prep athletes for each of those sports. I started doing Kit DesLauriers’ Quadzilla Complex workout a few weeks ago, and feel stronger already.

As if that wasn’t enough to make it seem like The North Face marketing team is living inside my head, TNF recently unveiled the Mountain Athletics iPhone app, which allows you to program your phone to deliver customized workouts for your sport of choice, all designed by the folks at the Mountain Athlete gym in Jackson Hole, Wyo. I’ve been a little bit obsessed with this gym ever since Outside and SKI magazines profiled it a few years back, but reading the training plans and exercise descriptions on its website made my head hurt (if you can figure out how to do a “pinch-grip assessment and work” or an “operator ugly,” you’re a better woman than I am). The North Face Mountain Athletics App

Enter the Mountain Athletics app, which idiot-proofs the whole workout process. Not sure what to do after your legs are aching from a strength workout the previous day? That would be a lactate tolerance/core workout followed by a recovery day. Need a demo of core exercises such as the EO, or loaded jump squats? Big-mountain skiers like DesLauriers and Angel Collinson star in videos showing exactly how to preform each movement. (By the way, when Angel Collinson told me in the video not to “sandbag” the situps in the circuit she was demonstrating, you better believe I listened to her).

Do I feel a bit foolish for being so easy to market to? I might feel that way, if I weren’t so tired from this morning’s lower-body strength workout (those loaded jump squats are no joke!).

How are you training for your winter sport of choice?

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Pretty Faces review: The story of a skier-girl who watched a movie about a skier-girl

The little girl sitting in the front row turned around and stared at us in awe.

“Mommy!” she said to the woman sitting beside her. “Unicorns!”

My ski-patroller friend Lauren and I were wearing purple-and-blue tutus and purple unicorn horns in honor of the Burlington, Vt., showing of “Pretty Faces,” professional freeskier Lynsey Dyer’s long-anticipated all-women ski movie. The unicorn getups echoed her production company’s name, Unicorn Picnic * — and spoke to just how excited we were to be in attendance.

We took our seats in the row behind the little girl, her little friend and their moms. As we waited for showtime, we talked to the two six-year-olds about tutus (they definitely love tutus), books (they’re into Ramona right now) and, of course, skiing (they looove skiing). They drew us pictures of unicorns skiing, and unicorns rappelling down zip lines.


That was just a taste of the genuine, not-at-all-cliche girl-power vibe that imbued the night. We saw the movie at the Outdoor Gear Exchange in Burlington, Vt., where skier-girls of all ages packed the room. There were high-fives. There were impromptu dance parties. There were, of course, unicorns.

And the movie itself! After the cheers and hoots and hollers from the opening segment died down, we all stared in rapt attention as Lynsey Dyer and Rachael Burks ripped the you-know-what out of Revelstoke. My friend Lauren turned to me and whispered, “I love it, because it’s not perfect skiing. They scrub turns just like the rest of us.” I nodded, fixated on the screen. She was right — the women were shredding, for sure, but the editors didn’t skip the scenes that were a little less pretty. It was amazing to watch not in spite of the imperfections, but because of them.

The movie also didn’t gloss over the less-than-perfect elements of the skier-girl life. One segment shows various big-mountain skiers doing the “day jobs” that allow them to ski—from washing windows to instructing Pilates (and even freelance writing!).

Perhaps my favorite part of the movie, and the aspect that sets it apart from every other ski movie I’ve seen, is that it acknowledged the presence (and importance!) of fear. Nicole Yavis spoke about repeating this mantra before dropping into an intimidating line: “Conquer fear, that’s why you’re here.” Rachael Burks, after getting swept up in an avalanche in Alaska, talks about how much the experience rattled her, and how she was happy to give up her spot in the helicopter for a few days.

It didn’t occur to me until I heard these amazingly talented skiers speak those words that we just don’t hear stuff like that in traditional ski movies. Which, by the way, is crazy. Why is it weird to hear people talk about how it’s scary and rattling to get caught up in an avalanche, or to huck a huge cliff in the middle of a line that you’ve only scoped out from a helicopter? Why does it take an all-women’s ski movie to hear someone acknowledge the fear that accompanies pushing yourself to the next level in any sport—extreme skiing or not?

Burks’ vulnerability and honesty makes it even sweeter to watch her shred her “dream line” at the end of the movie, and even more awesome to hear her giggle in relief and joy when she reaches the run-out at the bottom. It was a gorgeous reminder that in skiing and in life, that’s why we’re here—to fight the fear.

Bottom line: See this movie for the gorgeous, gutsy skiing, but also for the honest portrayal of a skier-girl’s life. And maybe even to see a unicorn or two.

* Why Unicorn Picnic? Dyer answers that question in this Outside Magazine piece : I have a nonprofit called SheJumps and the logo is a unicorn giraffe—a girafficorn. Every time someone sees it, they smile. You see this hint of nostalgia. I think it reminds us of when we were kids and anything was possible. Since my focus is to try and get more girls outside, I knew I needed to make it less intimidating and more playful. Bring back the magic of what we see in the mountains rather than, it’s so gnarly and scary. It’s fun. The picnic part is about community. Find that magic and then come together.

** Why do we need an all-women ski movie? According to Dyer, though women make up 40% of the skiing population and 30 percent of the adventure-sports-film viewership, only 14 percent of athletes in major ski films were female this past season. That’s up from 9 percent the previous season.

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Race report: 2014 Tropical Splash Open Water Swim

**Editor’s note: The editor isn’t sure how more than two weeks have passed since this race occurred. The editor promises to get her (expletive) together and get back on top of her schedule soon.**

At first, we thought the loud, sudden boom that woke us in the night was an explosion.

It roared and crackled for what felt like a long time—maybe five seconds—before giving way to a low hum. Thunder, followed by rain.

It was the night before the 2014 Tropical Splash Open Water Swim in Siesta Key, Fla. The rain had been in the forecast all week, but I had mostly brushed off any concern about it. A thunderstorm in the middle of the night in Florida in October? What were the chances?

The rain continued into the morning, as I ate my pre-race breakfast in the hotel room I was sharing with Steve and my mom, my fearless cheering section. We watched the huge green blob on the radar screen on The Weather Channel with interest and confusion. Really? This? Now?

In between Weather Channel updates, I checked the race organizers’ Twitter feed for information (kudos to the team for keeping us well-informed!). The registration was postponed, but race organizers  via the organizers’ Twitter feed that forecasts indicated the race would go on. The rain poured on. A message flashed below the radar image on the TV: Rip current warning.

“Do you think the people organizing the swim know that?” Steve said.

“I’m sure they do,” I said unconvincingly.

Then, as suddenly as the storm began, it was done. The race was, indeed, on. But the 5K, the longest distance—and the one I signed up for—was cancelled, leaving me “downgraded” to the 2.5K.

As we drove toward the beach, my inner cranky teenager had a field day. Why had I done all those long training swims if I was just going to swim a 2.5K? Why did it have to storm today, of all days?


The voice fell into a quiet awe when we walked onto the beach. The storm clouds still hung above the turquoise water, which was churned up into a foamy froth. A rainbow danced above us. As I surveyed the course from the shore, it occurred to me that while this wasn’t exactly the race I had in mind when I signed up, it might just be a cooler experience rather than a “downgrade.”


That idea was affirmed as soon as I started swimming. Large swells pushed us swimmers forward, then sucked us backwards. A slight diagonal current pushed us off ever-so-slightly off course. This was not a chance to PR on a glassy lake—this was a rare opportunity to test my endurance and mental toughness. I dug in and committed myself to enjoy every moment of it.

I’m not going to tell you that it was over before I knew it. At many points during the race, I found myself expressing gratitude that I only had to swim one lap of the course, not the two I would have completed for the 5K. But I will tell you that it was tremendously fun and exciting, and that after I ran across the finish line and met up with Steve and my mom, I could initially only sit down on a cooler next to the finish line and mutter breathlessly: “Wow. That was something.” I didn’t even bother looking at my time—the race wasn’t about that. ‘


But after breakfast, and before we proceeded to the Daiquiri Deck for the requisite post-race drink, I did stop to looked up my time and place. Amazingly, my time, 48:49, was the fastest for women in my age group that day.


If we only wanted PRs in closed environments, we’d swim only in pool races. If we want adventure, surprise and awe, open-water swimming is a great place to find it. This race was a lovely reminder of that.


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The accidental stroke clinic: keeping the joy while doing the drills

I couldn’t have been more relaxed if I’d tried.

It was mid-summer, and I was floating on my back in the middle of Lake Desolation, at one of the docks where we all wait for our group to regroup before swimming to the other side of the lake.

“Hey,” said the swimmer-friend I often keep pace with. “Can I show you something?”

No sooner had I agreed, my friend—an age-group coach known as being a skilled stroke technician for swimmers of all ages—had her hand on mine, and was mimicking a stroke.

“When your hand enters the water, you don’t want it to be sideways, like this.” She mimicked my normal, thumb-first entry into the water. “You actually want to come in straight, like this. Your thumb will be in front of your nose.”

We did that thing people do when a coach tells an athlete about a technical deficiency and an athlete tries, awkwardly, to correct it (“Oh! Like this? No? How about now? OK. Is this better?”). Then, the group took off for the other side of the lake, and I said I’d keep working on it as I swam.

Here’s the thing: I didn’t keep working on it. Normally, my perfectionist streak would demand that I immediately correct the problem. But swimming is a little different, thanks to the post-high-school burnout that caused me to leave the pool for 10 years. I have a weird, secret belief that the swim gods will allow me to continue to enjoy this sport again only if I agree to keep a low-key approach that focuses on joy rather than speed: No intervals. No drills. Certainly no stroke clinics. And so I decided to ignore the tip, no matter how well-intended and much-needed it was. I settled into my nice relaxed pace—until I felt a tug on the back of my bathing suit.

“It’s your right elbow,” said my friend, excited to have found the root cause of my weird hand-entry and overreaching. “It drops at a couple points throughout your stroke.”

A lightbulb went off for me as she explained how to correct this. I felt curious about what the correction would feel like, swim gods be damned. This time, when I started swimming again, I focused on it, working closer to where I needed to be with each stroke.

I went to the pool the next day, wanting nothing more than to do the drill in which you drag your fingertips across the water on the freestyle recovery to keep your elbows high. And as I worked to put my right elbow in the correct place, I noticed something interesting: Rather than leading me down a rabbit hole of taking the sport too seriously, pushing me to strive for some future achievement, it forced me into the moment, one stroke at a time.

It’s been more than a month since then. I think the tweak—which probably moved my arm about an inch, total—is finally starting to feel less foreign. More importantly, I still feel all the joy I did floating on my back in Lake Desolation—with a little more smoothness incorporated on my right side.

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Training for Daiquiri Deck Tropical Splash

Sometimes, if I’m feeling saucy after signing up for an open-water swim, I results-stalk previous participants to gauge my perceived changes of winning my age group, or winning overall. I decided to do so with the Daiquiri Deck Tropical Splash Open Water Swim, which I recently registered to participate in for the fourth time.

I clicked on the 2012 results first, finding that the winner completed the 5K in 1:08:28.1. Speedy. I looked to the left side of the page, and learned that the winner’s name was Brooke Bennett. As in, the three-time Olympic gold medalist (and distance-freestyle specialist) Brooke Bennett. You know—the one who plans to compete in the 2016 Olympics for open-water swimming. Heh. Gotcha.

I poked around more, finding that the age-group winners for previous years looked beatable. I lingered on 2010, and thought: “1:31:58. I could probably top that.” My eyes scanned to the left side of the page, where the swimmer’s name and age would appear.

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Folks, it was me. I had unwittingly guided my attention back to the only thing that matters: My internal goals and dreams, and how a given race feels to swim, as opposed to who I can or can’t beat on a given day. Sometimes, the universe works in mysterious ways. Other times, the universe is like a hand steering a Ouija board, spelling out the road back to our values.


The real reason I do these swims: Views like this one, captured pre-race last year.

In other news, training for the swim is going quite well. My regular Tuesday-morning swim date and I discovered a terrific pyramid that slays 3,200 yards without you even noticing it. We call it the Super Pyramid, and you swim the following yards up—> 50, 100, 150, 200, 250, 300, 350, 400—then swim it in reverse back down. The 350s and 400 hurt in the best way possible.


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Last Moreau Lake swim of the summer


Summer, we hardly knew ye!

The photo above is from my last swim with Saratoga Triathlon Club at Moreau Lake last Thursday night. Don’t let the wetsuits in the photo fool you—the water was at least 74 degrees, which proved the perfect complement to the rapidly cooling air.

When I got home from the swim, the first winter issue of SKI magazine was waiting for me. A few short days later, Lynsey Dyer released the new trailer for her amazing movie, Pretty Faces. I’m beyond stoked.

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But I’m not ready to give up my open-water swimming bliss just yet. In a last-ditch effort to hang onto summer, I booked a trip to Florida to see my mom and to swim in the 12th Annual Daiquiri Deck Tropical Splash on Oct. 4.


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Race report: 2014 Lake George Open Water Swim 5K

At the end of every open-water swim, there’s a moment when I think: Do I have to do another lap? Is the finish straight ahead, or toward that other buoy? Is anything hanging out that I should put back in before running onto the shore?

The longer the swim, the greater the chance that things get a little weird in your head by the end. I was reminded of that in vivid detail at the Lake George Open Water Swim last Saturday. When I was standing on shore at the pre-race meeting for the 5K swim, the finish-line situation made perfect sense: During the first lap, swim around the red buoy to turn. After the second lap, swim to the finish chute instead. Easy-peasy.

It all seems so clear in the diagram.

It all seems so clear in the diagram.

But after three miles of swimming, that seemed anything but clear. As I rounded the corner of the green buoy, I picked up my head to sight. Seeing no obvious direction and no other swimmers to follow, I turned to a kayaker in confusion.

“Straight ahead?” I yelled.

She said something that sounded exactly like: “No, around the red.”

I realized my mistake as soon as I turned around that red buoy. I saw what seemed like dozens of swimmers proceeding in a straight and orderly swim line to the actual finish chute as I took what felt like forever (but was probably just a minute or two) to get there the long way around.

“Stupid,” I thought to myself. “So stupid.”

I ran onto shore sheepishly, then shuddered a little when I saw that my time, 1:30 and change, was two minutes slower than my time last year.

Outwardly, I joked about it and laughed at myself and said the truest thing possible about any mistake of any sort: “Stuff happens, right?” Inwardly, though, every time I thought about the race, the same soundtrack played in my head: So stupid. And I found myself obsessively searching for other open-water swims to end the season with, feeling a desperate need to prove I could do better.

This is maybe the best part of open-water swimming: The way it can provide a uniquely clear view of what’s happening in your head. When it’s just you and the water and your thoughts, you’re forced to listen to whatever noise pops up when all else is quiet. In this case, I discovered that my particular brand of noise on that particular day was rather unkind.

The beautiful thing is, once you get a peek at what’s happening in your head, you get a chance to change it. Every time the thought popped up, I switched my focus to the rest of the race: The hour and a half I spent immersed in cool, blue peace, gliding through clear, glassy water or charging through the occasional boat wake. When people asked how the race went, I stopped telling them about my mistake, and started telling them how I enjoyed every stroke—which is totally true. In fact, aside from a minute or two at the very end, my race was kind of perfect.

It’s a small mental shift, but it highlights something big: The way swimming and running and hiking and biking and skiing offer the opportunity to become a better, happier, healthier person.

When I first got home, I opted to not look up race results. But when I received an email from the race directors linking to those results, I changed my mind. No surprises on my time, but I was surprised to learn that on this particular day, the time I’d been so disappointed with was good enough for first in my age group. Is it wrong to think of this as an affirmation that no matter what my time, no matter what absurdities crept in, and, frankly, no matter what my age-group finish, my swim was not only good enough, but a gift?

 A funny side note: The next day, I saw a swimmer-friend who volunteered as a kayaker at the race. She joked: “There was a 2.5K, a 5K and a 10K race yesterday. Amy opted for the 6K.” Ha!

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