tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87047523816080306982024-02-06T18:16:13.509-08:00Keepin It Real, One Mile at a TimeLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-49461250354568866452017-06-14T10:33:00.003-07:002017-06-14T10:41:53.713-07:00When Change is LifeTime to move - out of house, out of home, out of here, to somewhere new.<br />
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*bear with me, I have zero idea how Tumblr works. Who knows, I may be back here soon...<br />
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Just like Chandler Bing - What Does she DO.</div>
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It’s been so long. Like, so so long. I don’t really even know what to blog about anymore.<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I used to run a lot. I just to lift weights. I used to be a pseudo vegetarian. I completed The Whole 30. I even ran a marathon. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I am a wife. I am a mom. I am a (lame?) friend. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I am human. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I’ve struggled over the last few years to really find peace with what anything I’ve chose to do. Everything I seem to want to tackle feels like a chore, a challenge, a mountain. Now I’m at a bit of a stalemate. I don’t work out regularly, my pants don’t fit anymore (ironically they didn’t even when I was exercising so *middle finger* to that), my body aches and my digestion is still off. Naturopaths, western medicine doctors, acupuncture, meditation, pills, powders, elixirs, blood tests. I’ve tried them all and I feel worse now than ever. Also I’m on the throes of moving, plus i commute about 3 hours a day which is starting to to really mentally and physically wear on me.<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I think the latter part of the equation is really what is affecting me deeply. I want to be more present in what I do, and especially in my family life, and I find that I just can’t. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I feel like I’m falling apart a bit. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I listen to a lot of podcasts and read many blog posts and scroll through IG on my commute, and I wonder - would that be something I would/could do? Work from home; manage my own schedule? But then, expose myself and shamelessly plug myself? Could I/would I do that? Would anyone even care about an old and out of shape asian lady living out in the suburbs complaining about her stomach? <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I know. Wow, I’m selling it! <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I don’t have a lifestyle brand to sell to anyone, I don’t have perfect skin, and sometimes I burn shit in the kitchen. I’m not in great shape and I wear the same things every week. Why don’t we have more realistic people in our social media? This perpetuates the idea that social media is not real, but if we’re spending so much time trying to escape reality, are we really even living? I get it. Curated photos on Instagram are just more aesthetically pleasing and make us feel good, just like movies with reaal pretty people. It’s an escape from reality but the truth is, you can’t live in fantasy forever. The movie ends after 120 minutes, you know. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />Because real life still happens. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I often wonder how many people, if any, feel the same way to do. The escape from reality is what part of causes me anxiety. I want to find people with whom i can relate, in real life. No one can wake up and be perfect. Not even Ciara, whom I’ve seen in person and is the closest thing to perfection. Mmmkay?<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />Flaws, issues, hang ups - we’ve all got them, so why hide them? Eventually they come seeping out of the sides if that large curated portrait you’re using to cover up the junk hiding behind the walls. <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />I guess what I’m trying to say is.. I’m pretty jacked up but I’m sure I cannot surely be alone right?<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />My goal right is to figure out what would give me balance, peace of mind, satisfaction, contentment - all while just keeping it real. 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Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-74533293167711906602017-02-18T06:45:00.001-08:002017-02-18T06:46:08.513-08:00Posting just for you, Y.Oh my lord, I'm here.<br />
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So I guess if I don't run/exercise I don't blog? Suppose this makes sense. Since the last time we've chatted, I've been doing nothing of the sort! A few weeks ago after I blogged about being sick, I actually fell even sicker than before and ended up spending a week horizontally, writhing in sweaty sick pain, unsure of what the hell was going on. I was literally incapacitated for a few days and actually started to wonder if I had the death flu of the season. Fever, chills, body ache, no appetite. Instant diet, right? Ha. I kid. No, I don't.... #vain.<br />
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Anyways, since that week, the recovery has been long and slow. Towards the end of the week of sickness, I was not getting any better and was actually getting more sick - high fever, lethargy, aches and pains. J insisted I go to urgent care the next Friday morning after having been sick over a week, and it took everything in me just to get my coat on over my 3 sweatshirts. I didn't even bother to pretend I was going to put on a bra. Besides, no one would ever notice. No one ever does! I left my hair as it was when I got out of bed, shoved my glasses on my face, picked off some eye crust and stumbled into the waiting room. Even signing in and providing my personal information seemed a great feat. The gal admitting me must have felt pity, and a little wariness as I leaned over the counter to catch my breath, and she kindly reassured me that she was almost done and that I could take a seat shortly. After what felt like 2 days (It was like, 20 minutes), I was called back and poked/prodded and tested for the flu.<br />
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Guess what? SURPRISE. No flu! I was just dying! Kidding.<br />
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After checking my vitals and looking in my ear and staring into my desperate, pathetic face, the doctor prescribed antibiotics for what was suspected to be the most painful sinus infection, which explained the ongoing fever and debilitating headaches. I think I have unrealistic expectations of how medications work, because the five day antibiotics did not really seem to kick in until day 7. Yes, I realize antibiotics continue to work even after you've finished them all but I said I was unrealistic, remember? But at this point I had been gone from work for 7 working days, so I sucked it up, painfully pulled on some real pants #sweatpantslife and made my way to work that Monday. I was clearly not 100% but I managed to make it everyday, some days even on time. The headaches and sinus pain slowly dissipated but I was weak and had no energy. The mere thought of running sent me into a sweaty tailspin, so I decided to just push the idea of any physical activity out of my mind. Just walking down the street to get the mail was enough for one day. I ignored the fact that before this illness, I had been actually planning to train for a marathon. I kind of even forgot I had already run one in October, and I became the person who didn't care or pay attention to exercise/fitness. I deleted some instagram accounts that made me feel stressed or pressured or insecure about working out and "eating clean". I started to sleep earlier in the evening and found myself able to easily wake up early for work. I would come home from work with nary a stressful thought of trying to fit in a workout while dinner cooked, or shooing the kids into bed early so I could get ready for bed to set my alarm for 4am. I just stopped caring about it. I didn't run, didn't lift a weight, didn't even think about squats.<br />
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And you know, what? I have felt more relaxed in the last couple of weeks then I have in the last few years. I realize the stress of planning my runs and workouts, trying to make sure I hit a quota of miles or days exercised, was giving me more stress and less relief than I thought. I still love exercise and sweating and running with friends, but for now I need to take a break. My body and mind need to take a break. I need to stop trying to DO everything for a while and just enjoy the day. Eat dinner with my family, veg on the couch and watch some Food network. Sleep early. Do NOTHING. Imagine that.<br />
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I'm sure I won't feel this way forever, but for right now this works for me. We have a lot of personal things going on at home, and we are currently living in the midst of chaos as we prepare to put our house on the market. I've actually lost a few lbs since being sick, and instead of looking sickly and thin, I feel back to my normal self. No inflammation, no gut issues, better sleep. My pants don't look like my muscles are begging to be released. No more muffin top. I mean, ok. It's there a little but whatever, I've always had a pooch. Maybe it had to take being down for the count in order for me to realize what I was doing to my body? Maybe that's dramatic, but right now I feel more in control of myself physically than I have in years. Ironically, my mind is still a mess but I can blame that on moving and purging right? Omg throwing everything away. Tell me why I thought I needed to keep 10 empty Mizuno shoe boxes? WHY LINDA. WHY.<br />
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Anyways, sorry for the bore. I won't be really blogging about anything requiring sweating except for the dump runs and trips to Goodwill. Not exciting for you but very therapeutic for me. I'm even up early n a Saturday to load the car with junk to donate. I'm sure I'll be back. I miss my running friends, I miss being able to lift heavy things. I just don't miss it enough to sacrifice the other things I've gained from it. Life ebbs and flows. I'll figure out a balance as I go.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-17628772426933488622017-01-19T11:01:00.002-08:002017-01-19T11:03:38.345-08:00I am home, sick. Why not blog.Sometime last year, the Blogger App on my phone stopped working. Then I noticed it wasn't available at all anymore in the App store. So, there went my convenient, "blog on the way to work "strategy. Since blogging now requires me to actually sit on front of a computer, I've been much less consistent or motivated to share much. However, since I am home sick today I figure, what the hell.<br />
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I haven't been this sick in a very long time. Yesterday I left work early, and barely made it home to crumple into a heap into my bed. I had some workouts planned for yesterday and today, but clearly they are not going to happen. As tempted as I am to try and fit one in - I'm home, after all! - I know this is a really stupid move on my part. My body needs rest. </div>
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However, up until yesterday I had been feeling pretty good. The last week or so had been a little frustrating on the digestion department though. I'm pretty sure I can track it back to some errant chia seeds in my overnight oats. I also haven't had oats in weeks, so I'm sure the combo of oats, chi, and some grated carrots was the perfect gut storm. </div>
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In any case, I've been pretty uncomfortable all week, and I think my hormones are also at play here with my digestion. I had an acupuncture appointment yesterday, which I think may also have contributed to my feeling ill. She treated some new areas on my tummy and hands yesterday for my issues. I think sometimes treatments can exacerbate your symptoms before making them better? In any case, here I am - sick at home, greasy and hungry after having slept over 12 hours last night in my own sweat. Yeah, my life is full of the glamour.</div>
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I think I found a full marathon plan for the upcoming Rock n Roll Marathon. I need to tweak it a bit to fit in two solid days of strength, and at least one FULL rest day. My body is not a fan of high mileage, and I think I need to just be ok with that for now. While I felt strong during my last marathon cycle, I look back now and realize I was probably just a ball of inflammation. Everything always felt puffy, and I don't think I recovered well enough after my really tough runs. I have loose goals for this marathon, since it's J's first and I want him to be able to set the tone, so I'm going to just give myself a break this time around and try and take it a little easier. This may mean only 4 runs a week instead of 5, depending on how I'm feeling each week. I'll share the plan once I finalize the details.</div>
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To stave off treadmill boredom, I've just been doing intervals after a very slow 1 mile warm up. Plus, I've been listening to podcasts instead of just zoning out on the tv and it somehow seems to make the miles go a little after? Just a little. </div>
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1/9: Lower body workout. AM</div>
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1/11: Upper body circuit. AM. 5 miles TM, pm.</div>
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1/12: 4 miles, TM. pm</div>
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1/13: Rest</div>
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1/15: 6.33 miles, outside. Uneven number. WEIRD.</div>
Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-46102672682067111282017-01-07T14:44:00.001-08:002017-01-07T14:56:21.768-08:00It's a new year, so why not...I did something a little different this week.<br />
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Well. So, I was off from work on Monday, so I went out for 8 brisk miles at a 9:05 pace. The first few miles were dicey because parts of the roads were still slick with ice, but I ended with a 8:34 final mile, which lately feels like an Olympic performance effort.<br />
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Tuesday I woke up strangely sore but managed to fit in 3 easy treadmill miles and some deadlifts/squats.<br />
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Those two days weren't very different from my norm actually. That was pretty status quo.<br />
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So, my "what I did differently" was that I decided to take the plunge and actually pay real money for a workout plan. I found <a href="http://www.torielinfitness.com/" target="_blank">this peppy gal</a> on Instagram, and her workouts seem to always pique my interest. It probably helps that she always has a smile on her face, which I normally consider to be annoying but on her it's totally adorable and endearing. Hmm, how do people even DO that anyways?<br />
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In any case, for $15 she offers a StrongHer workout plan for the month of January that is a mix of strength, body weight, and HIIT workouts. I was worried I wouldn't be able to incorporate this training into my running but so far it seems to be working ok. The first workout was on Wednesday, and initially when I read the description it seemed pretty easy, even for the intermediate level but HOLY SWEAT BALLS. It was pretty tough.<br />
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I do think I overdid it a bit with the leg workout on Tuesday, because I've been hobbling around like a 100 yr old grandma around these here parts, and Wednesday just brought more of the pain, but in the best way.<br />
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Thursday was a 6 mile run that felt Herculean in effort, even though it was much slower than Monday. I ended with the SH core workout, and a much needed hot shower. It's been really cold here!<br />
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Today I ended the week with a "not that easy" 5 mile slow run with my friend D, and then came home and did the prescribed HIIT workout for the week. Tomorrow will most def be a rest day, and then Monday we start again with another one of the StrongHer workouts.<br />
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So far so good. I'm hoping to see some (any?) changes and increase in strength over the weeks. If anything, it'll keep me from getting bored right?<br />
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Also, I'm working on a little base/strength building before I start training for marathon #2, which is in June.<br />
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Yes, I am like Britney.<br />
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Whoops, I did it again.<br />
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1/2: 8 miles, 9:05 pace<br />
1/3: 3 treadmill miles. Deadlifts and Back Squats. CRIPPLED<br />
1/4: StrongHer bodyweight workout.<br />
1/5: 6 miles, 9:28 pace. Core<br />
1/6: Glorious rest<br />
1/7: 5 easy (no) miles, HIIT workout.<br />
1/8: Rest rest rest<br />
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<br />Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-19200334909239549862016-12-31T07:10:00.002-08:002016-12-31T07:41:46.085-08:00It's never the end but the journey just continues<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">After a summer of a lot to say, there's been winter radio silence. Once I stopped training after Portland, my mind went blank and body relaxed. I stopped even thinking about calculating weekly miles and routes, what fuel I was going to eat pre and post workouts, and I let my gear just gather dust. I don't think I've run even a 20 mile week since October. </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">Actually, remember the times I ran 20 miles in one day? How times change. My longest run since the marathon was 8 miles with friends on the Orting trail, which eally was the best. I've been winging the rest. I took a really long "full stop" break, and barely even worked out in November, and then slowly started to ease back in for December. I'm trying to mix up cross training, weights, and running, all without letting myself stress out about numbers. If all I can fit in is 3 miles, then it's 3 miles. 20 minutes to sweat? Great. Lots of rest days? Well ok then. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">I wish I could say I'm one of those runners motivated simply by the Miles but... I need a dangling carrot to really be disciplined. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">Otherwise, I just fit in runs whenever I can, sometimes with purpose but mostly just to clear the headspace. </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">Although, if I am being completely honest, sometimes running serves as the source of my stress rather than relief from it. I constantly am obsessing of ways to fit in a run or workout / before work at 4am? After work while everyone is waiting for me to eat dinner? Should I attempt to run at work, during lunch, where I'll end up sweating through my clothes the rest of the day? When? Where? How? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">I know it's not supposed to be this way, but I've always struggled to find some semblance of balance in my life, whether it is my kids and family time, time for myself, time for me and J. </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">I imagine it won't get better but perhaps even worse, as the kids get older and busier, J gets busier with work and more work and church obligations, and me continuing to commute and survive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">Do I hope 2017 will be different? Sure thing. I always hope to evolve and get better, no matter what the circumstance or situation. But this should be a goal for me everyday, not just once a year when the clock strikes midnight and my calendar changes once again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">This morning I'm up way before the sun, sipping coffee, and preparing to meet JL on the trail for a nice, no reason other than for the love of the run, and for some friend time. I feel zero stress about miles or pace. I look forward to time on my feet, chatting with my friend, and perhaps even freezing my booty off, esp lately since there is more to love. #squats </span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">I do have goals for 2017 but I haven't quite ironed those out yet. I think it's dangerous to set goals for the sake of goal setting. 2016 was the year of the marathon with friends, as 40th birthday presents to ourselves.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">Yes, I know. Runners are weird, and I'm sure people are wondering <i>how</i> on earth that could even be considered a gift. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">Anyways, I have goals to hit simply for the motivation and self improvement. And not just in running, but in life - as a mom, wife, friend, sister, Christian. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";"><br />So, to everyone with goals and dreams, let's go chase them! Work hard, and be thankful in the journey.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">Here's to the last day of 2016. Make it count, just like every other day.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "sfuitext";">Happy New Year, everyone!</span><br />
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Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-90703637747129155392016-10-24T08:46:00.003-07:002016-10-24T08:46:41.471-07:00Two weeks post marathon - what now?<div class="m_3927411242685004982p1" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">
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Week 2</div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/17: Rest</span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/18: 2 miles, weights circuits.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/19: Rest. So sore from squats.</span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/20: Rest. Still sore.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/21: Rest</span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">10/22: Circuits, 40 min</span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">Now what.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">I'm nearly two weeks post marathon, and lovin the break.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">Like, LOVING.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">I'm sleeping almost 8 hours at night, my digestion seems to be more settled, i feel lighter, and I'm overall just less agitated at home.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">I knew it was tough the last few months but like whoa. I was a wreck this summer!<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">Immediately following the marathon (like, hours following), I was already plotting my adventure. I was ready to run again! Another marathon! Let's do it!<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">And then, I proceeded to not even think about running for the next five days.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">I managed a couple of slow treadmill miles the first weekend, and then incorporated some strength training. My right arm is still not fully healed so I don't quite have full range of motion but in any case, it felt good to get sweating and get my heart rate up in a different way.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">Also. Burpees. Kiiilllll me.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">So now we're at week too. J and I squeezed in a quick workout on Tuesday, which left me slightly debilitated the rest of the week.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">FYI - lots of squats during marathon recovery- just... no. #cowboystrut<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">But otherwise,<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span>It's been nice having no set plans or schedules to heed but I also know Me. I need a dangling carrot in order to keep myself myself motivated. I need goals!</span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">In 2017 I already know we have our annual Rainier to Ruston relay, and J and I spontaneously signed up for the rock and roll full in June, which will be his first marathon, and you know, my second.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span>But for the near future, I have loose plans- shorter, faster runs with an emphasis on strength. I lost a lot of muscle from my arm injury, and just being too damn tired to lift weights during training.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">For now I'll enjoy the slowdown, and relax a little before my life is taken over once again.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">Ok, confession. I can't wait to get back to it.<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="m_3927411242685004982s1">I'll never understand runners...<span class="m_3927411242685004982Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-55843355527922130382016-10-14T22:04:00.003-07:002016-10-15T10:17:31.455-07:00Week 20. My first marathon - Portland Marathon 2016 Race Recap. Not Spoiler - I DID IT.10/3 - Rest<br />
10/4 - Rest<br />
10/5 - 3 miles, treadmill<br />
10/6 - <strike>2 miles</strike>. Nope. Rest<br />
10/7 - 2 miles, treadmill.<br />
10/8 - Rest<br />
10/9 - 26.7!<br />
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Miles: 31.7<br />
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On a blustery and rainy Sunday morning, I ran my first ever full marathon in Portland, Oregon. Despite having run 6 half marathons, 5 team relay races, and hundreds and hundreds of miles on the streets of my the greater Seattle area, I still did not know what to expect for all the 26.2 miles. I'll do my best to recap each mile, but even though it's only been less than a week, some of the more specific memories are beginning to fade. </div>
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After a semi restless nights sleep, I woke up to my alarm at 4:05 am. I padded quietly out of the hotel room, and into the living room area, where I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and then popped into the hotel lobby for a couple of small cups of to-go coffee. Once back in the room, I sipped my coffee, surfed the web, and ate my sweet potato with sunbutter and granola. I barely had an appetite but I knew I needed to eat, so I choked down what I could and decided to save the banana muffin for later, about an hour before the start. </div>
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At 5:20, John and I left the hotel to pick up Macalla on the way into the city. Our plan was to meet Heidi at one of the many Starbucks near the starting line. We arrived into the city just as streets were being closed off, so John dropped us off a couple of blocks away from the Starbucks, and we sloshed our way in the rain to meet Heidi. Once united, we hung out inside for about 25 minutes, I ate my muffin, and then we decided to slowly make our way to the corrals. I was assigned in corral E, but both M and H were in corral F, so I decided to just stay with them so we could start together! After what felt like decades, the first wave was off, and then slowly each subsequent wave was sent off. We reluctantly toss our old sweatshirts on the sidewalk, and got ready to rumble. Finally, about 7:15-ish, wave F was sent on our merry way. </div>
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Mile 1 - 10:37</div>
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The three of us try to stay together as long as we can, but it is crowded and immediately people are walking. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. MOVE TO THE RIGHT, for SIRENS AND BITCHES. Wait, no. That's not how the saying goes....</div>
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I notice my watch has already buzzed for the mile marker, but we're still about .35 miles away from the 1 mile race marker.</div>
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As we are chugging along nicely, Heidi mentions that she thought the course went a different way but that she must have read the map wrong.</div>
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I also notice a group of runners coming out of a side street and merging with us as we round a bend.</div>
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*FORESHADOWING, PEOPLE. FORESHADOWING.</div>
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Mile 2 - 10:11</div>
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The miles are feeling easy, and it's a good warm up. Being in this corral with walkers is actually forcing me to take it easy and not go out too fast, especially since I'm being blocked in by shufflers. </div>
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Mile 3 - 10:21</div>
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Well. so much for that negative split. This mile is uphill. Like, already? FINE.</div>
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At this point we've lost Heidi. :(</div>
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Pop in a chew and let it dissolve in my mouth.</div>
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Downhiilllllllllll</div>
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Mile 5 - 9:44</div>
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Feeling the groove as we make our way back through the city. I think M and I both step in puddles. At this point it is raining steadily and we are already pretty wet.</div>
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Mile 6 - 10:00</div>
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Wind in face. Rain in face. Everything in da face. Slowly suck on a Gu at this point. I don't look to see what I grab. It's Tri-Berry. SIGH. Oh fine. I sip water out of my bottle, but try to take water at the stations so I can ration what I have.</div>
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We begin a long stretch of out and back in an industrial part of town.</div>
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Throughout the race I find myself randomly overcome with waves of emotion. A few times I tear up because I'm so happy to be out there, running, and finally seeing all the hard work of training come to fruition. I see a sign that says "You GET to do this" and I resist to urge to do "Two snaps in a Z formation". That's right, I DO get to do this, and I'm doing it! </div>
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Oh and I see my husband and kids here too! I didn't realize they'd try and find me one more time, and I'm even happier than I was the first time I spotted them. Everyone looks cold and tired but so proud of me. They offer more hugs and encouragement and send me on my way. John tells me I'm almost there!</div>
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This is it! Almost to the end. I'm doing it! I'm SO CLOSE.</div>
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My watch has been nearly .5 miles ahead of the mile markers, so I hit the 26.2 mark well before the finish line, but at this point I do not care. I see the Portland Marathon signs and I surge forward and veer right towards the finish line. I pass the announcer calling people's names from our bibs, and he shouts encouragement as I sprint past. One more left turn and I see the finish chute. It's RIGHT THERE. and I'm RIGHT HERE. I pump my arms as hard as I can as I sprint to the finish with a smile on my face.</div>
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9/28: 4 miles</div>
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10/2: 8 miles, 9:12 pace</div>
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10/3: 4 miles, recovery with D.</div>
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Add one more person, and that's the three of us gals. We've trained for at least 20 weeks (more for H) and we've endured black toes, aches and pains, GI distress, and overall feeling tired to the<i> f*cking</i> bone.<br />
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But. We're almost there. This morning I received an email from the Portland Marathon, stating that we had FIVE DAYS LEFT.<br />
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19.5 weeks. 135 days. It's come down to this. Today is my last 3 mile run of this training cycle. Two more 2 milers, and I'll be ready for race day.<br />
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Last week was definitely Taper Week. I ended with 20 miles, and all were easy-ish runs. My Wednesday 4 miler was pretty extra slow thanks to my two running buddies, E and O. There were some slow, frustrating moments during that run, but I was pretty damn proud of my kids for gutting through it with me.<br />
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Saturday and Sunday's runs both felt harder than they really should have. I should have been rejoicing in only having to run 8 miles but the miles felt long and my legs felt like lead. My feeble hope is that my legs are feeling the taper slowdown, and will be ready to be bouncy and energized come race day. Please tell me this is truth. Please?<br />
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I'm carefully carbing up this week, mostly with rice and some starchy vegetables, and going to go easy on the salads and cruciferous veg the rest of the week. I'm also trying to ingest more turmeric (in my coffee, and in kombucha) in hopes to quell the inflammation and give my body a rest before I beat it to a pulp for 4+ hours. I'm not sure that's why it all works, but whatever I'm not a doctor!<br />
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Here's to race week, and the 5 day countdown.<br />
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<br />Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-70785434200948219542016-09-26T06:53:00.001-07:002016-09-26T06:53:02.137-07:00Week 18. It's gettin real.<font color="#454545" face="UICTFontTextStyleBody" size="3"><span style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Week 18</span></font><br><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/19: 4 miles, TM. Pm</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/20: 5 miles, am w D</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/21: 4 miles, TM. Pm</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/22: Rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/23: Rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/24: 11 miles, mac</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/25: Rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Totals:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Miles: 24</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Rest: 3</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Strength: 0</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This week was a little light on the miles but I'm totally okay with that. Two of my weekday runs were in the evening, which weren't as bad or annoying as I remembered it to be, and I think the endorphins helped me get through the rest of the evening without morphing into a complete lunatic. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I met Macalla dark and early on Saturday morning for what I think was our last run together before the marathon! She's been the best training partner, and we've definitely rejoiced, and suffered, through some miles through the last 18 weeks. Her lovely friend joined us for about half of our run, which made the first 5 miles fly by. The last 6 were a different story, as Mac's knee was acting up. We decided to slow it down, walk on the steep downhills which aggravated our knees, and cut the run short a mile. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Now. Normally I would go home and add 1 mile to get to my 12 because I'm weirdly OCD about my mileage, but on Saturday I was totally okay with stopping when we needed to stop. At this point in training I know we can run all the miles, so there was no need to push through the pain. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm excited/nervous for the taper, and I'm a little anxious for the race. I have a million thoughts jumbled in my head but am working on a check list for Marathon weekend, which should help organize things.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But let's be real, while I'm looking forward to rocking this marathon, I'm really planning on sleeping in so hard for all the rest of the weekends post race. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">So. This week. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Taper time, like whoa.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-39213477610710707132016-09-19T09:31:00.001-07:002016-09-19T09:36:25.429-07:003 weeks left. Like, whoa<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Week 17</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/12: rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/13: 6 miles </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/14: 4 miles</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/15: rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/16: rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/17: 20 miles </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">9/18: rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Totals:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Miles: 30</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Rest: 4!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Strength: 0!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">17 weeks!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This is definitely the longest I have ever trained for anything. Those are also a lot of rest days up there. I honestly have been struggling the last few weeks to scrape up the motivation and energy to wake up early and treadmill it before work! I think my body is just craving more sleep, and it doesn't help that it is dark well up until I'm even dressed and ready for work. I'm bummed and a little mad at myself that I didn't take advantage of te summer mornings to run outside because how it's pitch black until 6:30, and just then a tiny bit of light starts to peek into the sky. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My weekday runs were the usual- but both were evening runs, one with Dani and one on the treadmill. I thought about bagging the last 20 but decided to just suck it up and get in the miles for my last long long run before the race.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Mac and I planned to meet at the trailhead at 6:15 but we didn't get quite started until closer to 6:30. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Did I mention it was dumping rain the entire time? Not even 4 miles into the run we could wring the water out of our shirts and my shorts formed suctioned diapers onto my meaty ham hock thighs. Also my top had formed a Saran Wrap like seal against my body, which I'm sure showcased my soft bagel like midsection. Who said runners aren't sexy? </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me, that's who. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We decided to mentally break up the run into 4 5 mile chunks, and I think this really helped us not dread all the upcoming miles. It was definitely one of the more eventful runs on the trail, as Mac saw a couple of snakes, an unknown creature scampering across the trail, and we passed droves of fisherman crazy enough to brave the elements and stand in the river to catch God knows what. We did get some comments from passing fisherman on our state of "crazy". Excuse me, fisherman, but I'd say all of us out there were pretty damn crazy. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We also ran by a large electric gated fence where some emu-like animal resides. We got close enough for the animal to stare us down, which then resulted in a hilarious Kevin Hart convo:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmpXN6XGztR4qfNdvstbRcR16vbGfnpOAy3y11TY4JdTRIrEn-q3qcPiXmnG3EvEq_vuGisd5TxZ_0WKFD5X35OsOKCLqCXjfxvlqovD1wiDZV6l5Y-dq120k-bVRveF9BgYCO-7T7-Id/s640/blogger-image--1545018897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmpXN6XGztR4qfNdvstbRcR16vbGfnpOAy3y11TY4JdTRIrEn-q3qcPiXmnG3EvEq_vuGisd5TxZ_0WKFD5X35OsOKCLqCXjfxvlqovD1wiDZV6l5Y-dq120k-bVRveF9BgYCO-7T7-Id/s640/blogger-image--1545018897.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">By the turn around, we were feeling pretty good if not a tiny bit stiff. We were mindful this time around to stop as few times as possible, aside from stop lights and a couple impromptu bathroom breaks, to really get an accurate idea of our pacing. We also ran into a friend who was fitting in 18 miles for the day and he was able to run the last 7 for us. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As usual, we scattered towards the last 3 miles, and I focused on keeping my form and finishing strong. I reluctantly took one last gu at mile 17, because I knew I needed to practice my race day fueling and strategy. Maybe that helped me finish pretty happily? Or maybe the runners endorphins took over and temporarily numbed the pain? In any case, we finished our second 20!</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Now, time to cut back, rest up, and prepare for the longest run ever. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Yikes.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUUhVxmO2_tGDhYM3wW_WltMMkAMu3a6uEmQFTfS-pmpqZSDGSTS7kGZx1Z8pwm3ABaOKoc9_8FRpdrJYfZUj8vyyEm2vDgIMF2XCuNKyongmqm7Kl7iqVbUjIdAQze8G3Bouz3ECv8ct/s640/blogger-image--587038849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUUhVxmO2_tGDhYM3wW_WltMMkAMu3a6uEmQFTfS-pmpqZSDGSTS7kGZx1Z8pwm3ABaOKoc9_8FRpdrJYfZUj8vyyEm2vDgIMF2XCuNKyongmqm7Kl7iqVbUjIdAQze8G3Bouz3ECv8ct/s640/blogger-image--587038849.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">First mile was accidentally 9:34. I don't know...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I walked in the door post run, and the kids gasped. I guess I looked a little wet? Also. My favorite socks have holes in the big toes. Why?! Need a new pair before race day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSjJSTS6UNXfyJJQEaziSvTP9oBi2dIcV3kdW2s2_iJHoLd_BpB1iM_hU8XrJL-rsJPw62HGE1wX9F-haNOleQTg6LnHKWtx-81V9D1Cp5uUld6CPhT79DXDbXUVIa7kws-FG_CjWJCYo/s640/blogger-image-117102727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSjJSTS6UNXfyJJQEaziSvTP9oBi2dIcV3kdW2s2_iJHoLd_BpB1iM_hU8XrJL-rsJPw62HGE1wX9F-haNOleQTg6LnHKWtx-81V9D1Cp5uUld6CPhT79DXDbXUVIa7kws-FG_CjWJCYo/s640/blogger-image-117102727.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I also just ordered new shoes but one model up from my current ones. Praying these are as good to me as my 18's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-61949151265617186812016-09-12T07:19:00.001-07:002016-09-12T07:19:01.839-07:0016. I can't count.9/5: Rest<div>9/6: 8 miles</div><div>9/7: 4 miles</div><div>9/8: Rest</div><div>9/9: 4.76 miles</div><div>9/10: 11 miles</div><div>9/11: 4.26 miles</div><div><br></div><div>Totals:</div><div><br></div><div>Miles: 32</div><div>Strength: Big fat zero</div><div>Rest: 2</div><div><br></div><div>Cutback week. I love that these are thrown in throughout the training but I think I definitely take too much liberties in these weeks. At this point, I've been training for 16 weeks. 4 GD months and I'm pretty over it. </div><div><br></div><div>The kids' started school on Tuesday, and I take this day off every year and spend a day w JB. We go for a run, go out to lunch, and just lounge around until pick up, but this year I was on my own! </div><div><br></div><div>I dropped off the kiddos, moseyed home, and set out for 8 easy-ish miles. I struggled through the last couple of miles and honestly didn't think I'd even make it through. I also managed 4 measly TM miles on Wednesday, but missed Thursdays wake up, so D so kindly met me at 5am (whoa so daark!!) on Friday to log a few miles. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm also struggling with fitting in any cross training or strength. I'm still having a lot of issues w my elbow, and I really can't lift weights or attempt yoga. I can't even squeeze the dish sponge without pain shooting up my arm. Hmm, it might be time for some xrays. This gettin old shit sucks. </div><div><br></div><div>This week's long was only 12, and initially I figured I'd try for 13 but Saturday was definitely one of those days where my head was NOT in the game, and my body was like, </div><div><br></div><div>Oh girl. <b>Helllll to the no.</b></div><div><br></div><div>Every mile felt like a struggle, and even the easier downhills were slog worthy. I spent every mile waiting for the next one, and the next one, instead of patiently keeping my mind present. I also took only one gel and a few chews, and ran out of water around mile 9. So thirsty. </div><div><br></div><div>Oh! Did I mention I didn't start my run until close to 10? Who is not smart? </div><div><br></div><div><b>Me! Me! </b><i>*raises hands high in air*</i></div><div><br></div><div>Such a terrible idea, and I was served a swift punishment for taking my time in the morning. Yes, I slept in until 8:30 after a long night but still.... Some things just arent worth risking. </div><div><br></div><div>To be honest, it wasn't as hot as some of my other runs, but it was warm enough to serve as a reminder to just get my ass up next time. </div><div><br></div><div>I was <i>this</i> close to calling it good at miles 9, and then 10 but then made one last loop around the neighborhood to get to 11. During this run k stopped about a zillion times and just stopped caring if I did or not. I wojld patiently wait at lights, hands on hips, watch paused, head down. </div><div><br></div><div>At this point in the game, I know I can run 12 miles but on Saturday, I was throwing some sort of pre teen internal angst type fit, and just quit. I don't regret quitting because I think the last mile would have left a terrible taste in my mouth, but I was a little disappointed in how I felt the entire run. I felt like I didn't even get to enjoy the endorphins from the run; it was that disastrous. Womp.</div><div><br></div><div>And then the next morning, I unexpectedly started my period, which explained... A lot. </div><div><br></div><div>Lightbulb. </div><div><br></div><div>Explains the fatigue, negative thinking, skewed body image. Ah what it is to be a woman. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm hoping I can snap out of it this week because I guess we only have 4 weeks left until the race! I swear we had more time. </div><div><br></div><div>Clearly I cannot count. </div><div><br></div><div>***</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJKQitU1st659AZ9JLTsgyodiJRGESEbHZ_GCfMwUu1sRDU84S5Bo9ldg4zEut8XT-73tEVhwTwSizJcn90zFCh51XVm1NUMqQjggl7ee8MOHnsPYU4Df0p95kEKpG-UxbXfiQ-s45vLM/s640/blogger-image--2057145729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJKQitU1st659AZ9JLTsgyodiJRGESEbHZ_GCfMwUu1sRDU84S5Bo9ldg4zEut8XT-73tEVhwTwSizJcn90zFCh51XVm1NUMqQjggl7ee8MOHnsPYU4Df0p95kEKpG-UxbXfiQ-s45vLM/s640/blogger-image--2057145729.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have no idea what happened to miles 6 and 7?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5b6L9XEZEyz071R-wR6JLQXUxYmkHVNNQF1nZTj8LRAz-2gd3MYRPtoYe7L6G3skfQenelnePwTeKfzjvpvBxmxOoSpD8HsX-r0J2bWqz7nbfhyphenhyphenKtYskwKPrsLpEx49aDbgbyU_e8FzSr/s640/blogger-image-1628964523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5b6L9XEZEyz071R-wR6JLQXUxYmkHVNNQF1nZTj8LRAz-2gd3MYRPtoYe7L6G3skfQenelnePwTeKfzjvpvBxmxOoSpD8HsX-r0J2bWqz7nbfhyphenhyphenKtYskwKPrsLpEx49aDbgbyU_e8FzSr/s640/blogger-image-1628964523.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Post long run. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beep beep! All aboard the struggle bus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcV8N64EjIFc3m2SUnwkmJtoaOEN2jg6vVavhDBWlKu2AbIiI63DSOaWO1puK03wDc1Nh9grHsMC3jrgD3uMER9NUKl4WkieQSPHjjZFMuw4my2DkncqcUYR6Ff2r76fUCdEDAKfiAHd9U/s640/blogger-image-60365290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcV8N64EjIFc3m2SUnwkmJtoaOEN2jg6vVavhDBWlKu2AbIiI63DSOaWO1puK03wDc1Nh9grHsMC3jrgD3uMER9NUKl4WkieQSPHjjZFMuw4my2DkncqcUYR6Ff2r76fUCdEDAKfiAHd9U/s640/blogger-image-60365290.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Boys greeting me with nerf guns, and requests for food. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0S3-ME7OrZE7YlmSreluSt0fqfrgV7NITlY8Hj1-tOzkyL4z47UxDdT3b3WRTGPxSOkfk6oxthoPzcjEFHz2a36YNDKXbPz9oi0byYsBdm7akgjVs3Rdn-ct8YVs7PWy6YcTHGy-mmh7E/s640/blogger-image-717670397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0S3-ME7OrZE7YlmSreluSt0fqfrgV7NITlY8Hj1-tOzkyL4z47UxDdT3b3WRTGPxSOkfk6oxthoPzcjEFHz2a36YNDKXbPz9oi0byYsBdm7akgjVs3Rdn-ct8YVs7PWy6YcTHGy-mmh7E/s640/blogger-image-717670397.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Long run split. Blah</div><br></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-4011786825392978102016-09-08T06:53:00.001-07:002016-09-09T07:17:35.136-07:00Shut Up We are so closeWeek 15<div><br></div><div>8/29: Rest (camping!)</div><div>8/30: 7 miles</div><div>8/31: 4 miles, TM</div><div>9/1: 4 miles- 1 TM. 3 outside.</div><div>9/2: Off</div><div>9/3: 20 miles, boom</div><div>9/4: 5 miles, easy w D.</div><div><br></div><div>Totals:</div><div><br></div><div>Miles: 40</div><div>Rest: 2</div><div>Strength: 1</div><div><br></div><div>Shit gettin real! I cannot believe the marathon is around the corner. I'm scared,yo. Scurred. </div><div><br></div><div>I think the burnout hit me a few weeks ago and I've not quite been able to shake it but I also know that it'll be over soon. Ive really been dragging on my weekday runs, and have had to fit in a few evening runs instead of getting it done in the morning. I need to switch my mindset to excited anticipation instead of impending doom. </div><div><br></div><div>Let me work on that one...</div><div><br></div><div>Last Saturday's 20 miles was... Uneventful? I mean, yes I ran 20 freaking miles but it was made much less painful with some good company as well as a surprise appearance of J on the trail towards the end of our run. We started out very nice and very slowly and then once we hit the halfway point and turned around to head back, I got a second wind yet again and found a little pep in my step. We did have to stop at a gas station for a water refill and some ibuprofen for Heidi's knee, but after we ran into J around mile 15, we spread out a bit more, and I ended up running the last 3 wth her. My goal was to try and push myself for the last miles and I ended mile 20 with a 8:28 pace, which felt very hard and very satisfying. </div><div><br></div><div>20 miles. We did it! Now, we just need to add 6.2 more.</div><div><br></div><div>Sure thing. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIF7VkPElfNf0KSPqavPIQGwxIynil-zU98IfgT-1-_GIA8rj8oXs1YNdDyotHs_xoGAfPceYRSWR33aGiURT4Gn2D2jDhKSob8qiUdUTwNjJ-wRnv-vPdtOgfqENZd2lpj_sHXdAt5eNx/s640/blogger-image-1297808070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIF7VkPElfNf0KSPqavPIQGwxIynil-zU98IfgT-1-_GIA8rj8oXs1YNdDyotHs_xoGAfPceYRSWR33aGiURT4Gn2D2jDhKSob8qiUdUTwNjJ-wRnv-vPdtOgfqENZd2lpj_sHXdAt5eNx/s640/blogger-image-1297808070.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Post run. Everyone looking good except me. Ew, sorry </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Obligatory blurry watch photo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZU4_gyPFMQPtaVqHqPsbHBCedLl-FIuWQf313wjF4P0swDpNrVSSSfRAer9P2RjiqKR-f6y-GCPTRN_9vPxDKKuyHLz67u7-JiKPIkHLyIL65rL7Ee5p25Pu30rn0_UTq4U0PWomfeaYD/s640/blogger-image-1480738211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZU4_gyPFMQPtaVqHqPsbHBCedLl-FIuWQf313wjF4P0swDpNrVSSSfRAer9P2RjiqKR-f6y-GCPTRN_9vPxDKKuyHLz67u7-JiKPIkHLyIL65rL7Ee5p25Pu30rn0_UTq4U0PWomfeaYD/s640/blogger-image-1480738211.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Splits. Well, as many as I can fit in the screenshot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kef7DLHNo9TnvcDuS8Xx4IqzQ5KCdqDckbEkxWgd9Hhs2hYLLRSqL4cojWRyNNrBFxD7ZG_rPcGDKVXt312Nn1Z47FrX5dZ-cYGlaIQTBPzxuosc4Fli7Ap_pOzkvFqhChkktC72rLdl/s640/blogger-image-611126102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Kef7DLHNo9TnvcDuS8Xx4IqzQ5KCdqDckbEkxWgd9Hhs2hYLLRSqL4cojWRyNNrBFxD7ZG_rPcGDKVXt312Nn1Z47FrX5dZ-cYGlaIQTBPzxuosc4Fli7Ap_pOzkvFqhChkktC72rLdl/s640/blogger-image-611126102.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">New record! And of course, donuts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1cfp808xsMa7iBvEtZuSgMhFh_LlGdA-A_QU7zZtcdG6fe8fLpeNv1pRgeLbVD0JFllnI8qHrQblDtWnc0QMhbtdYr2tnBcvokoemIp_EPdCZ18NxCAvFqj2yTWEw61Yx-xlk1eSXd7g/s640/blogger-image--1551124929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1cfp808xsMa7iBvEtZuSgMhFh_LlGdA-A_QU7zZtcdG6fe8fLpeNv1pRgeLbVD0JFllnI8qHrQblDtWnc0QMhbtdYr2tnBcvokoemIp_EPdCZ18NxCAvFqj2yTWEw61Yx-xlk1eSXd7g/s640/blogger-image--1551124929.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And then later? A giant gas station burrito</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnasPd5tYLB86hfao3wAEihmU8lbN0FdvQcGhniTFxbmfeBk7a4Hqx9iYfoXEsuWr7FWAQf9DtUgEG3ZNXn6CKRc2B5ENHbh8RMTevbBxuqP8ufK76v_CP1dhup4lxx8ISDRCZ_wyMarj/s640/blogger-image--1813805497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnasPd5tYLB86hfao3wAEihmU8lbN0FdvQcGhniTFxbmfeBk7a4Hqx9iYfoXEsuWr7FWAQf9DtUgEG3ZNXn6CKRc2B5ENHbh8RMTevbBxuqP8ufK76v_CP1dhup4lxx8ISDRCZ_wyMarj/s640/blogger-image--1813805497.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We ended up school shopping for a few hours later in the day, which meant my only downtime of the day was taking a cat nap in the car. Probably not ideal, but at least I got this cute coat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Don't worry, I will wear pants with it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57OD8m7BsxJQAnOzko30R5mowz90kDCeAo17NZY0gnKCiFhInnFgFImGePdim44QjInsqtxYroHKw0qGhhsfmn8vTu4wZNqlUpPZqey3dR_npJ6RIMbIRYY7uGAxwBamyeQdlCa7UWmXx/s640/blogger-image-42263319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57OD8m7BsxJQAnOzko30R5mowz90kDCeAo17NZY0gnKCiFhInnFgFImGePdim44QjInsqtxYroHKw0qGhhsfmn8vTu4wZNqlUpPZqey3dR_npJ6RIMbIRYY7uGAxwBamyeQdlCa7UWmXx/s640/blogger-image-42263319.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">***</div><br></div>Things I am looking forward to, post marathon:</div><div><br></div><div>Sleeping in</div><div>My pants fitting </div><div>Less physical stress</div><div>Time </div><div>Social life</div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Not having to bitch about marathon training </span></div><div><br></div><div>Things I will miss: </div><div><br></div><div>Running together wth M and H.</div><div>The satisfaction of running all the miles at once</div><div>The opportunity to bitch about marathon training</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-34030072377730382752016-09-04T07:07:00.003-07:002016-09-04T07:09:23.925-07:00Week 14 - Spectacularly unexciting and lame. Last week was so uneventful I waited until the end of week 15 to even mention it. Bear with me, as I can barely remember yesterday...<br />
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8/22: 6 miles, outside?<br />
8/23: Off<br />
8/24: Off<br />
8/25: 5 miles, treadmill<br />
8/26: Off<br />
8/27: 13 miles, outside with friends<br />
8/28: Off<br />
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Totals:<br />
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Miles: 24<br />
Strength: 0 (doh)<br />
Rest: 4<br />
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Well, that kind of sucked didn't it?<br />
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If you look at this week, looks like I'm either not even training, or training for a half. But alas, last time I checked I"m still registered for a 26.2 mile race in October.<br />
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I've been fighting some mild knee pain for most of this training but the last couple weeks after my great 17 miler has been fraught with debilitating pain near my knee cap. The dull pain started behind my knee where it bends and has moved its way forward. A few mornings I've had to either cut my runs short or just call it quits because of the pain. I've been trying to stretch and identify what is causing it. The pain comes and goes, and I notice lots of turns and downhills seem to exacerbate the problem. So far I've made it through 18 and 13 miles, but not without pain during and after my runs. I've had to skip my Sunday recovery runs two or three weeks in a row, and I'm not happy about it but I've woken up both mornings and had to hobble to the bathroom.<br />
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I had a freak out moment this week where I literally could not keep running. After reluctantly waking up to run on the treadmill before work, I made it one lame, sad mile before I had to call it quits. My knee was just not having it. I know stopping was the smart thing to do, but I was still not happy about it. I half assed-ly did some glute work out in the garage for about 10 minutes, and then grumpily got ready for the day. Once I got at work, I lamented over texts and emails with my wise, and very patient friends, and after some good <strike>bossing around</strike> counseling, I finally contacted the doctor and was able to squeeze myself into see a physical therapist on the 9th. Here's to hoping and praying my knee can hold up until the race.<br />
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So, as you can see this particular week was pretty lame but I didn't want to get into the head game of trying to hit a certain amount of miles or runs just to say I did, and risk injuring myself even further. Sometimes having to swallow your pride and take the suck is the route you have to go.<br />
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As a runner, sometimes it's hard making smart decisions. You feel me, right?<br />
<br />Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-42888215711795371422016-08-24T15:55:00.001-07:002016-08-25T17:03:03.238-07:00Are we there yet?<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Week 13: </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/15: strength</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/16: 5 miles</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/17: 6 miles</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/18: Rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/19: Rest</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/20: 18 miles </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">8/21: unplanned rest </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Totals: </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Miles-29</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Rest-3</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Strength-1</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Injuries- 2</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Weird looking week.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My total mileage is low, even with the whopping 18 miler on Saturday. I've been lacking serious motivation to jump on the treadmill, and it clearly shows. My two runs I did manage to squeeze in were fine, but it did take me well over 2 miles to not feel terrible. I woke up feeling pretty tired on Thursday; with a sore knee to boot so I figured two days of rest would have me more prepared for Saturday's long run. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Also, oh Monday while playing around with weights, I somehow tweaked my elbow and had pain everything I tried to lift heavy objects or even straighten my arm. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had a bum right knee and a permanently bent right arm. I also think the compensation of limping and not being able to bear full weight on my leg also tweaked my back-right side, naturally. I also made plans to run w D on Sunday but I woke up with an incredibly sore knee, and made the call to cancel. I think this was our first early am cancel ever! </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">7 weeks left and my first trio of injuries. Not quite what I was expecting after 13 solid weeks of training, plus all the relays and previous training I'd been doing. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Met Mac early early in Saturday for what I thought was to be an easy, flat 18- out and back.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Some things-</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The Orting Trail is real dark at 5:30am</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It's also reaaaal creepy at that time. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">5:30am bikers look actual riders until you run to them after sunrise and realize they may possibly be homeless and be sleeping on the trail. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Just because a trail is flat doesn't mean it's always easy. My knee was twinging for the first half of the run, and then I think I just got numb. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">18 miles is long. 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The route was super (<i><b>really really really</b></i>) hilly but full of lots of twists and turns, beautiful scenery, plus a scary jaunt across a giant bridge, complete with a coyote sighting #nature and a group of confused volunteers setting up a water station for a local race. </div>
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So, most of this training I've been winging it, because I've been mixing two or three training plans. This is very unlike me because I generally like to stick to a strict training schedule with very little budge, but you know, this summer I've had to learn to just roll with what life deals me on the daily, and this has included training. With 8 weeks left (ahhhhhh) I decided yesterday that it would be best to follow the same plan as M and H, so we could line up our long runs. This Saturday we will tackle 18, and then I'll have a real cut back week of 13 miles as my long run. Then comes the 20, but we will deal with that when it comes. </div>
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Wednesday: 5 miles; TM</div>
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I'm finally feeling somewhat back in the groove this past week. I was home on Monday after a long weekend away, so I headed out for a longer mid week run. I managed to huff through 7 miles at an 8:54 pace and then ran a 1 mile slow cool down home. I also had two decent AM treadmill runs that didn't feel like hot, slow death. I think those treadmill runs really helped stabilize my mental state, as the previous weeks I had been finding myself worked up in anxiety every morning. </div>
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Saturday's 16 was my first solo long run in a few weeks. I<b> love love love</b> running with friends, but sometimes I need a solo check-in run to see where I'm at mentally. I tend to run slower with friends and focus less in pace, which is always great. However, I also need those solo runs to test my fitness and to work on pacing and fuel. </div>
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I hadn't run hamster circles in my neighborhood for a while, so I set out early on Saturday before 6am to weave through 16 miles of cul de sacs and streets and loops. I even forced myself to run some hillier parts of the neighborhood, which was actually a confidence booster because my legs felt strong charging up the hills. There were a few longer tough hills in the middle of the run, and you can see by my paces where those hills were. ;)</div>
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It's easy to psych ourselves out over long solo runs and overthink every aspect and every mile. My wise friend J always reminds me to pray beforehand, which I honestly just forget to do most days, but on Saturday, I said a small prayer, took a deep breath, and decided that today's run would be great. </div>
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Running can tend to be one giant cliche but sometimes it's a pretty accurate cliche. I really felt positive energy during the entire run, even in those dreaded first few miles. Most long runs have some dark middle miles but I never quiet felt that shadow looming over me the entire time. It also helped that I had some fresh new jams to get me through. </div>
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My long run goal was to stay between 9:30-10 and I managed to run 16 at a 9:23 pace. Not too shabby for my longest training run to date!</div>
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So many splits it doesn't fit in one screen shot!<br><br>Uh. Mile 6. I do not know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br>Also, mile 11.. HILL!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had to dig deep for that last mile. Let's just say my arms were pumping like Forrest Gump. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Saturday was the first time in 11 weeks that I've felt like I can (maybe) actually run this marathon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think that's what they call, Progress. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Obligatory garmin shot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI74nkg-VBwPaxq46NzjGNmUoPLN_jT6CwaYKuCHyv7vwqDfz3fhj83IeJiViKcshFqnj7QO1FrMcNtRv1k8iy4Q1nzqUMwTiTv789gE8mBPsyeEu_BtcbW22YX8AbM2Q9y9heo-ECw8GR/s640/blogger-image-1187239495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI74nkg-VBwPaxq46NzjGNmUoPLN_jT6CwaYKuCHyv7vwqDfz3fhj83IeJiViKcshFqnj7QO1FrMcNtRv1k8iy4Q1nzqUMwTiTv789gE8mBPsyeEu_BtcbW22YX8AbM2Q9y9heo-ECw8GR/s640/blogger-image-1187239495.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sunday's 6 mile "recovery", which ended being the same pace as Saturday? #doingitwrong</div><br></div>
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Tuesday: 5 miles, TM</div>
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Wednesday: 5 miles, hills</div>
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Sunday: Rest. Chillin in Suncadia!</div>
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The last couple of weeks have been quite the struggle. Two weeks ago my mileage was lower than it should have been, and this week was lower than I had hoped. However, it's a new week right? </div>
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My weekday runs were less than fabulous but I did nicely talk D into running hills with me, and it was motivating to chase her up those hills. I generally take Friday's as rest days but since I accidentally skipped Thursday's run from basic exhaustion, I managed to convince D yet again to run 4 easy miles on Friday before we left for a weekend trip to Suncadia. I had planned to run the half marathon on Saturday, which aligned nicely with training, and John had signed up for the Sprint Duathlon (run/bike/run). Our kids even joined in and raced the 1 mile kids race, which was pretty much the cutest thing ever. </div>
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A group of us signed up to run the half, which was nice because it made my job of deciding to run slow a lot easier. I don't race well when I run with others, and since I hadn't been specifically training to race 13.1, I decided to keep it as a slow training run. The first few miles were faster than I should have gone, which resulted in a couple of "I really should quit running moments, all in my head, naturally. Clearly I need to work on the mental part of running, jeez. The course was surprisingly hilly, and the temps warmed up quickly. We walked up hills when we felt like it and then stopped at every water station. For a small destination race, the logistics were smooth and the support was fantastic. I'd definitely recommend the Suncadia races to anyone. We are going to try and make it an annual event. Plus, the house we stayed at was absolutely gorgeous and the weather was perfection all weekend. Thank you to the Smiths for a fabulous weekend!</div>
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So proud of my kids, and my husband!</div>
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This was Sunday. My race was Saturday, hence my normal clothing and regular appearance. </div>
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My fave pics with Bart Yasso! He is so nice and down to earth! I even drove past him on Sunday and rolled down my window to yell "Go Bart!". #numberonefan</div>
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Also, as bonus I briefly met <a href="http://runeatrepeat.com/2016/08/02/suncadia-half-marathon-recap-and-results/" target="_blank">Run Eat Repeat</a>. and saw the Run Blogger formerly known as Skinny Runner (SR) and RER checking out of the lodge. Of course they are both frickin adorable. I should have introduced myself but apparently meeting people in real life turns me into a major goob. Need to work on mah social skills apparently.</div>
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Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-61692425710725451602016-07-25T06:47:00.001-07:002016-07-25T12:24:43.422-07:00Week 9. Not the best week I've ever had.<span style="color: rgb(69 , 69 , 69); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">Week 9</span><br />
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7/19: 3 miles, TM</div>
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7/24: 6 miles, 8:57 pace. 1 CD mile. Solo outdoors. Weights.</div>
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I am pretty sure my body spent all week attempting to recover from Ragnar. It wasn't so much the miles I had put my body through as the lack of sleep. I felt like every night/ morning my body was fighting to earn back the sleep lost over the weekend but I was not refilling the bank fast enough. The two pathetic treadmill runs resulted in a whopping weekday mileage total of...8. I had an extra day of rest this week, which meant only 4 days to train. I was tired, bloated, lethargic and grumps. I was feeling pretty low about such a crappy week but then reminded myself that id rather have this week now, then closer to race day or, God forbid during the actual marathon. </div>
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Looking back, Saturday's 14 miler wasn't too bad, although around mile 8 I may have felt differently. Running w Mac is always so nice and easy breezy and the miles fly by, so that is the major bonus. But the miles are still hard.</div>
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Federal Way is Hilllly! We came across a monster hill and we both decided to stop our watches and just walk. I think attempting to run it would have been pretty defeating, although getting started back up at the top was not easy either. My body had gone into temporary sleep mode so my legs were stiff for a qtr mile afterwards. Luckily, once we had a couple of miles left I think we both pepped up a bit which made the last 1.5 miles less painful. </div>
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Post run, We treated ourselves to some hard earned Starbucks. I hope the Starbucks employees and customers didn't mind us ordering our drinks with salt 'staches and sweat stains. </div>
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Sunday's run was supposed to be a recovery run but apparently I'm too stubborn and a little stupid to listen to good advice, because I decided to try and run a little faster than I should have. My first mile should have been an indicator of how i was feeling but my stubbornness got the better of me. </div>
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Tuesday: 6.5 miles, hills</div>
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Wednesday: 3 miles, TM</div>
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Friday: 6.6 miles. </div>
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Saturday: 2.2, 2, 4, 7 miles</div>
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This was not a normal week for, because it was finally Ragnar weekend! As you can see, I didn't actually have one long run on Saturday but ran 4 times for a total of 22 miles in less than 24 hours. </div>
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My first run was pretty fast for me, and the first mile being downhill definitely helped but I had a couple of rough middle miles that slowed my pace slightly but I was overall pretty happy with the run.</div>
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My second leg was supposed to be just 2.2 miles in the pitch black dark but we were all a little nervous about running alone in an unfamiliar place in the dark of night, so A and I doubled up our short legs (2.2 and 2) and ran together, which was so nice. The second two miles were basically all up hill but it helped that we couldn't quite see the magnitude of the incline in the dark. I also spotted what I thought was a deer statue in someone's yard. It was an actual deer, guys. </div>
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After the night run, my last scheduled run was to happen early morning on Saturday but during C's last run, it was pretty dark and spooky so we ran 4 of her 9 miles together and I felt pretty solid! My legs were still working well <i>at this point</i>. </div>
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After our second legs, it was time for team 1 to tackle their last runs. We figured we had a small chunk of time in which to rest and regroup at the next exchange but, did I mention that team 1 was super ridiculously fast? Yup. </div>
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So. Not even two hours went by before we had to pry our eyelids open from our gym floor slumber, and get ready to run once again. At this point, my legs had had enough time to realize what I'd done to them the previous day, and so I woke up feeling quite tired and heavy. We barely had time to scarf down whatever we could find in the car and then we were off once again.</div>
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We cheered N and J through their last tough legs and then it was my turn for 7 more miles. The minute I took my first step I knew it would be a rough run. I had planned to listen to a podcast on my phone but I had some technical difficulties which resulted in my running the first couple of miles to the sound of my labored breathing. I finally was able to meet up with the team, and yelled <strike>at</strike> to John to grab my little shuffle from the car.<br />
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I would like to briefly mention that this year J and I barely argued, and had one tense moment when maybe I hadn't listened to him and failed to load a tracking app that ended up being pretty useful. But we worked through it, and <strike>I</strike> no one spewed venom. It was almost like we're grown ups or something. #adulting<br />
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After the music/shuffle debaucle and a re-set from my teammates..... it was still a struggle. My legs were stumps attached to bricks. My mile splits swung wildly, from 9:20-10:30. I was passed by a few obviously speedy ladies (seriously where did they even come from) but at this point I did not care. I even cheered them on; especially the friendly and badass ultra runner who left me in the dust.</div>
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Despite the struggle, I perked up at the One Mile To Go sign; and was able to pick it up enough to sprint downhill to the end. That mile was my best, obvs.</div>
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At the finish of my leg, I was greeted by my awesome teammates, with water and hugs. JL, who had finished her leg before mine, gave me a huge hug while polishing off her well deserved hot dog and chips. I will now have Ragnar nostalgia when I smell a hot dog burp. </div>
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It's now Thursday post Ragnar, and I'm still feeling the affects of basically not sleeping for 24 hours. It's been an eternally long week, and my runs have suffered, and I've even skipped my hill workout. My total mileage for this week so far is 8 (WOMP) but I'm trying not to fret. I've got 14 scheduled tomorrow with Mac, so I'll focus on getting as much rest and good fuel that I can. </div>
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I know this mini recap doesn't do Ragnar any justice, but trust me, if you ever have an opportunity to do this, say yes. Do it. </div>
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Watching Not Watching the safety video</div>
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Tuesday: 4 miles, TM</div>
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Wednesday: 6 easy outside. 8:54 pace</div>
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Saturday: 12 with Mac. 10:11 pace</div>
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Decided this week would be a cut back week, mostly because I was getting pretty physically drained. I know it's a combination of things, not just running related but I think it's important to let myself rest, and to give myself a break. </div>
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My weekday runs were ok, but the highlight was an outside solo run at 5am in Wednesday morning. I was nervous running so early by myself but it was sufficiently light out when I started and was pleasantly surprised to see so many other people out and about, you know... as potential witnesses? I don't know. </div>
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Anyways. The runs were pretty easy this week, and I had a great 12 miler with my buddy who is also training hard for the PDX marathon. We are both equally and sufficiently scared shitless of this marathon, which means we are totally doing it right. </div>
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Apparently on Wednesdays we also dress like clowns </div>
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Monday- Active rest (walk, stairs at work)</div>
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Tuesday- 7.5 miles, hill intervals w/ easy WU/CD</div>
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Wednesday - 6 easy w Dani </div>
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Thursday - 4 TM, 1 mile strides</div>
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Friday - rest</div>
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Saturday - 10 mi, 9:20 pace. 1 cool down</div>
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Sunday - 6 miles, 9:15 pace, w/ 1.5 mi CD</div>
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I don't know what I'm doing.</div>
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No clue.</div>
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Technically I am marathon training but it kind of doesn't feel like marathon training? Actually no. I'm not sure I even know what it should feel like but I do know it's about to get <b><i>real</i></b> real. </div>
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So far the miles run have been... mediocre at best. I'm not sure what to expect with each run, since I'm not quite sure what a realistic marathon pace should be. I've only ever trained for half marathons and so my current time is not only kind of arbitrary but a little irrelevant. </div>
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No wait, untrue. I can use my time to calculate/predict marathon pace but I'm not even sure what to use, since my last half in November wasn't quite at full race effort, and I never did run the May half that I had been training for. </div>
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See, no idea what I'm doing over here. </div>
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I feel like I've spent the last 6 weeks building up my ham hocks for the increase in miles but also to increase in speed. However, I know that this being my first marathon, I need to focus on getting the miles on my feet and building endurance. It's not necessarily about a specific pace or going fast. Intrinsically I know this. I KNOW. But I will be completely honest, it's a hard pill to swallow. Of course I want to run my best but the weirdly stubborn competitive side of me wants to run "fast". But we all know the first marathon really isn't about that. I'm not going to be winning any awards or breaking speed barriers anytime soon. As my wise friend Ecac keeps reminding me, training for your first is about building time on your feet as you increase the long run mileage in order to finish.</div>
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Frankly, I'm a little scared.</div>
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Ok fine, I'm freaking the eff out about the thought of running for 3, 4+ hours not once, not twice, but <b>three</b> times! Two will be training runs and then, you now, the actual race. S'tired just thinking about it. </div>
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I guess that's why I continue to wake up early and push myself to keep going. It's a battle of mind as well as body, both of which are currently not playing very nice. I forced myself to rest yesterday, even though a weekday off is always such a tempting opportunity for me to fit in an outdoor run. I literally had to force myself to not run and just embrace a rest day. I will not lie, it was painful to think of the miles I could have run yesterday but this morning I woke up for my run and felt nice and.. Wait for it... Rested. I mean, of course I was tired and the first two miles took ages... No, centuries, to finish but I did it. Lately post run my knee has been bothering me but today it feels ok, not sore or tender like it had been. Remind me that in order to rebuilt I have to rest. Imma need people to beat that into me.</div>
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Tuesday's run was a garmin programmed hill workout. 2 mi WU. 8x45 sec up, 1 min cd. 1 mi cd. At the end of the workout my watch calculated 4.49 miles. I reset my watch and decided I'd run 1.51 to each 6 total miles. However, when my watch reached 1.51, it bothered me that the mileage was not an even number. You see, I always need to stop at an even mileage. It must be "blank point zero".<br />
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So. I decided to run .49 to even out my watch number to 2 miles but then that meant my total mileage was 6.49, which... was again not an even number. I decided to run another .51 to get to get to 7. </div>
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Then that meant my watch would read 2.51.... So. Yes, I ran .49 until it hit 3. At this point, my second run mileage was an even 3 but the run total was 7.49.... So yes, I ran in a circle in front of my house for .01 to reach at least 7.5. I was tempted to go to 8 but I had <i>juuuust</i> even control to squelch the insanity.<br />
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Over the years, I realize nothing has quite remained constant, not even the running - You know, the initial reason I even started to write this thing in the first place. But reflecting back on my kids' younger years has left me wanting to write more and to record my thoughts in the moments they occur. Running is one facet that intersects all roads in my life - parenting, marriage, friendships, work. But without <b>all </b>of those factors, none of the individual aspects would quite have the same significance. Life is complex that way.<br />
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When I re-read old blog posts about my training, it's clear that art definitely does imitate life. It's not been a linear process of "Just run more and you'll get faster/better/smarter" - it's been filled with peaks and valleys, times of despair and moments of pure joy. Just like the rest of my life.<br />
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Looking back at some really good times. Sure, times were tough, support was sparse, and the days were long. And yes, there were plenty of tears, and not only from the kids. ;)<br />
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Disneyland - 2013<br />
Don't ask Wesley what he thought about that trip.<br />
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Sorry for the weird trip down memory lane. I just... I've learned so much in the last few years. We've all grown, and changed, and continue to evolve for the better. Running has made me a better person (it's complicated, ok?) even though it's brought with it its own challenges, physically and mentally. But we all continue to grow and walk together in this life with which we've been given.<br />
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<br />Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03260849456165444444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704752381608030698.post-50941092913832548422016-06-13T07:42:00.003-07:002016-06-13T07:48:25.816-07:00Only week 3! Already week 3!Week 3, done!<br>
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I haven't hit 25 miles in a couple of months so I'm counting this as a tiny personal milestone. I still cannot. I comprehend how normal, non elite runners can hit 75+ miles a week. My legs would surely fall off. Also, when do these people sleep? Work? Live? Maybe I just do not possess the capacity to compress my time into the short hours we have in the day but it's hard not to compare yourself to others. Trust me. I try really hard not to, though, because what's the point? I'M living this life, mine. </div>
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Saturday for my longer run I decided to try and listen to a podcast instead of music. My tunes are all pretty stale. I mean, one of my playlists is titled "May 2014 running". Time to refresh it stat! Anyways, I ended up listening to two Running on Om podcasts w Lauren Fleshman, whom I love and think is super badass and want to be her fren. I was always skeptical of the allure of podcasts while running, because the thought of just listening to someone talk about random topics sound boring doesn't it? But I noticed how much effort and thought I was giving to the words being spoken, instead of just mentally ticking off every mile and calculating my route until I could hit the mileage. </div>
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The podcast features a reader Q/A session where listeners can write or tweet questions, and one topic in particular caught my attention. It was about how LF was able to stay in the moment and be present in all the different facets of her life - running, coaching, writing, parenting. </div>
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