Wednesday, October 27, 2010
By "it" I mean both the run and my feet. I nearly had a mental breakdown at about mile 7.5. I was tired, facing yet another hill and my feet were burning! By the time I reached the top I wanted to cry. Literally.
Side note - I don't know what the deal is. I've never had issues with blisters or calluses before (I'm actually not entirely sure which one I have). My shoes aren't new. And the new, non-cotton, running socks I bought in an attempt to remedy my funky feet were of ZERO help. Tips anyone? I'm all ears.
By the time I reached mile 8, I'd had enough. All I wanted to do was stop, flop onto my stomach and kick and scream and cry like a two-year-old. I mean, I was mad! Instead, I acted like the twenty-eight-year-old that I was an told myself to, "Suck it up!" As it turned out, anger was just what I needed to power up THE NEXT hill. And my desire to get that freakin' run over with got me through the last mile or so.
The results - sore calves, a sore right hip and a super sore...shoulder? Your guess is as good as mine. The good news - there's nothing better than a little yoga and a bloggy rest day to recover.
Since my birthday run wasn't the most fabulous, I figured I'd give P's a try! (Don't let her fool you - she's anything but average!)
And since you probably don't want to see a picture of my feet, how about a couple from my birthday dinner last Saturday night?
Saturday, October 23, 2010
- Well, I'm just way more interested in this one. I've been to San Francisco before. And I've run along the bay and across the Golden Gate bridge in 4 other races. Been there. Done that. It's lost it's thrill.
- Let me start with a disclaimer: I fully recognize that they're all good causes. BUT. I like the Malibu charities better. Most of them have to do with kids. Education, kids with cancer, at risk youth, running programs for girls etc. I tend to get pretty on board with children related charities.
- There's 9 aid stations, instead of 6, and they're serving coconut water! I can't seem to find the US Half Marathon fuel info, but if I were to wager a guess I'd put my money on Cytomax. Ewww...Cytomax.
US (which really means San Francisco) Half Marathon
- Okay, I just checked, and there comes my third confession. The charity is St. Jude's Children's Hospital.
- When it's all said and done, this will be cheaper.
- I wouldn't have to persuade Jason that we need to go on a running related trip to Malibu.
What's a girl to do?! I need your help!!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
If you're interested, shoot me an email at email@example.com and I'll send you the Evite.
I'm back again! From the land of family, food and air conditioning.
Jason and I were in Pensacola, Florida since last Friday visiting his family. It was a nice break from the real world, as all vacations are. And we didn't do much besides eat, sleep, read and watch television. Just to be clear - this is exactly my ideal vacation. "What about sight seeing?" you say. No. I'm not into that.
Did I mention we ate? Oh boy did we eat. Pizza, cake, bacon, cookies, danish, more pizza, pumpkin pie, ice cream, hamburgers, french fries, milk shakes, more pie, and more ice cream. Among other things. Then I topped it off with an entire Chipotle burrito bowl on the way home from the airport yesterday that I'm still digesting. As pleasurable as it was, my body was definitely ready to get back into the swing of things today.
The good news is I was able to squeeze in my long run (9 miles) Thursday night before we flew out. And it felt great! I realized that I really like running at night. I might call this time of day evening during the summer when the sun stays out longer. But at this stage of the year, it's definitely night. And I have decided. Running at night is far better than running in the evening. Even if the time on the clock is the same. Only bummer is not being able to see (eh, details).
I was also able to squeeze in a run (6 miles) in Florida and make it back in time for yoga yesterday.
And there you have it. You're all caught up!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
"What's the big deal? You know you want them."
"Around 15 pounds or so."
"You're not going to become anorexic, are you?!"
Friday, October 8, 2010
- It's not serious. So that's good.
- It is uncomfortable and somewhat inconvenient (Read - As of now, I still plan on going to the Team Challenge group run tomorrow morning, but I'm a little worried about how running for longer than 30 minutes is going to go...especially with the fever I appear to be developing.).
- I am now on prescription strength antibiotics.
Okay. Now that that's out of my system, I'll try to drink a little from the other half of the glass.
How big is the pain in my ass? I dare say my hips are at a 0/0. (I should clarify that the pain I experience is muscle pain and not joint pain.)
It's Friday. Which means I don't have to work for the entirety of the next two days.
I noticed this little rose peeking out from behind the fence just outside our kitchen window this afternoon. Can you believe it grew that tall? Credits go to Jason, my husband and gardener extraordinaire!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
After much time and consideration, I have concluded that my angry feelings stemmed from frustration. Frustration with my hips. And yes, I mean hips in the plural sense. My hips hurt so I rest. My hips start feeling better so I workout. When I workout I hurt my hips. It's a vicious cycle I just can't seem to kick. I really want to get up off the couch and I can't. It's so demoralizing.
I can't blog about my hip every day, but I know you are all very interested in keeping up to date. You may be asking, "How big is the pain in your ass?" Well let me tell you. In number format. Beginning with the left hip, followed by a back slash, and concluding with the right hip. For example - yesterday I was a 3/1. Today I'm a 1/0. I guess things are looking up?
0 - No pain. Party time!
1 - Pain that's so subtle anyone else wouldn't even notice. But I notice because I know it can very easily turn into a 2.
2 - Noticeable pain, but nothing bothersome.
3 - Not too bothersome, but I'm starting to get worried this will turn into a 4.
4 - Ouch.
5 - Debilitating pain. I'm walking with a limp and need a little help doing things like rolling onto my side.
6 - Now this is a serious pain in my ass. No joke.
Monday, October 4, 2010
I've been missing from the blog world for the past week while back in Colorado. Once a year big oil flies me to the mile high city so I can interview students at my alma mater, the Colorado School of Mines. And while I very much enjoy the free trip home, the recruiting itself is so exhausting! Interviews all day, dinners at night and now a bunch of write-ups to squeeze into the middle of my actual job. Don't get me wrong. I love meeting the "kids" (That's in quotes because, really, I'm still a kid.). It's just a lot of work. It's amazing I found time to workout!
Tuesday I (very frantically) crammed a run in between interviews and dinner. It was a pretty uneventful 4.75 miles at a, roughly, 10:15 min/mile pace. It was also on the treadmill. I used to run on the treadmill all the time. And I used to prefer running on the treadmill. Well I don't know what I was thinking. I was so bored!
Thursday I drove across town to one of the two Bikram yoga studios in the Denver metro area. And it was well worth it. It was pretty, clean and smelled like roses. Okay, maybe not roses. But it did not smell like funk. And by funk I mean gag inducing body odor. (For those of you living in the bay area and considering trialing Bikram yoga - I will say that Funky Door is pretty true to its name. If you catch a whiff of my drift. That's why I go to El Cerrito Yoga.) Luna, the yoga instructor, was positive energy packaged up into a human being. If I lived in Denver I would definitely be a regular at Bikram's Yoga College of India - Westminster.
Saturday morning I woke up bright and early (specifically 6:00 am) and went for a 6.5 mile run with a friend of mine from high school who I haven't seen since, well, high school. I had such a great run I actually didn't want it to end. (Say what?!) The weather was cool, the course was flat and the company was awesome! And I felt pretty pleased with myself for keeping up the 10:00 min/mile pace at altitude.
In fact, I felt so good about this run I decided to do another one on Sunday. A bigger one. Back at sea level and on my home turf, I decided it was time to face my fears head on. What did that mean? I ran a non-stop 8 miles, in the middle of the day, and I didn't scope out the hills ahead of time. Not only that. I started up THE hill - the very hill I have been planning all of my runs AROUND for the past four months - at mile 7.
And it was TOUGH! But still a success. I didn't stop. I didn't walk. I told myself that if I could do the Oyster, I could run up a hill (or two...or five). I didn't get a headache from dehydration. And I averaged a 10:01 min/mile pace. Once again confirming that it's tougher to climb a few feet on foot than a few thousand by plane.