Monday, September 20, 2010

Day - Night - Same Difference

Well I woke up at 0530 as I had intended to this morning - mostly because my bladder was ready to EXPLODE.

I looked outside and saw that it was still pitch black and cloudy.

Sooooo -

I fought the dogs for room back on the bed, rolled over and went back to sleep.

I finally crawled out from the jungle of three alarms going off at differing intervals and sound levels around 0700.

Yep - I missed my morning run.

But do not fear race fans - I did actually run today - at 1730.

So twelve hours after I had planned to run - I actually did it.  And this time - it was still light outside!

There were problems - my jog skirt legs crept up, my headphone cord hit me in the face, my calves were tight, my arms got tight, my head fought me - lots of problems.

I had hoped to run the entire 30 minutes, but it became quite evident roughly a quarter of a mile into the run that there was no way in hell that was going to happen!

Soooo - I changed to a 4/1 run-walk method.

That might have been the best idea I have had (other than going back to bed this morning).  Having only run a few times in the last couple of weeks, it seems that my body was telling me that I needed to return to running slowly.

That said - I did run at a much fast pace than I anticipated.

It turns out that I ran a total of 2.14 miles at a 12:25/mile pace with the remaining 0.37 miles walked.  It came out to an overall run/walk pace of 13:17/mile.

But the best part is that if you look closely at the bottom graph (orange) on the picture below you will see where I stopped to throw up.  It is that line that shows I came to a dead stop.  I mean I had a place to vomit picked out and everything - right next to the ship channel buoy in some guys yard.

And to my disappointment - no vomit.  But I slowed to a walk for a couple of minutes and regained my composure.

I will say that I need to make sure gear adjustments - I recently acquired a foot pod to measure my foot cadence while on a treadmill.  I hit the wrong button and if I use it while outside it no longer gives me a fancy map.

Also - trying to run down a street yanking your shorts back down as they ride up making you look like a duck in motion - not easy and not sexy.

At all.

 But I did map my run and it shows that the actual distance traveled is just a hair shorter than the Garmin claims - so I was a LITTLE bit slower than my gear says - but not much.

Regardless - as hurt as I am now - after the run, 3 sets of crunches, 3 sets of push-ups, plank position, and a hand stand - I think I did pretty well.

I mean I thought I would be crawling along the ground trying to hitchhike a way back home after not running for so long - but instead I clipped along around 12:30/mile.

Not too shabby for this ole, broken biddy!


Go team go - Yahtzee!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Is That a gel pack in your pocket or are you just happy to see me???

Well race fans (Mom and Dad):

I am back.  I have had some of the roughest four weeks I have had in a row in a LONG time.

There has been severe illness, torn up ankle, dive trips to Corpus for work, big projects due at work, broken bones in the family, death in the family, trips back home on airplanes with too many screaming kids and not enough booze, break ups with boys, fights with parents, and an overall lack of enthusiasm for anything other than sweat pants and my teddy bear.

In these weeks I have only run a few times each week and still haven't broken 6.5 miles.  In fact this week I only ran once and missed my run on the weekend.

In truth I have been broken - emotionally.  I haven't felt this down and blue-y since I was on crutches from the shattered leg and kept getting knocked down by one of four dogs onto tile floors.

I did run about 2.5 miles on a treadmill while I was in Maryland with the family.  But mostly I hid in a shell and pretended not to be present.  The run was both frustrating and a relief.  I was slow, I was hurt, and I ran hard - but still not hard enough.  In the end I just felt empty.

This week I went out on Tuesday to run sprints at the track.  It was a slightly better day.  There was no warm-up, I just ran.  I only completed a full mile, but I went out hard on the straight-aways and relaxed on the turns.  And while I felt good for a little while - music blaring, shoes flying - I cramped.

Big time.

My right leg locked down so fast and hard it was like being hit in the leg with a hammer.

I tried a bit more, but wound up limping back to the car ticked off at yet another work out that was an epic fail.

I need a pep talk here people!  I am in serious doubt mode.  I need to find inner peace, inner strength.  I need to find my freak flag and fly it proudly again because lately I have been waving around the banner of shame and defeat.

I know that my blog has changed and may no longer be the funny bits that you enjoy - but I am not always a cheerful person - shocker - I know.

I have had a lot of hurdles in my life, sometimes I have quit - sometimes I haven't.  Sometimes I can face the trials with smiles and light, sometimes with beer and sarcasm.  But this - it's hard.

But I am not quitting this.  I do love running - most days.  But these last weeks I have loathed getting out of bed.  I don't think it is the running I am hiding from - but life itself.

So here is my new plan - no more ostrich-ing.  I must make my own sunshine since it is playing a game of hide and go f-youself with me.

So tomorrow - sunshine and happiness.  Rainbows and kittens (and no Mom - I promise I won't be bringing home a new cat).  But I am pretty sure the sarcasm will still be there - sorry for that.

I will set my alarm for 0530.  I will sleep in my running clothes.  I will set out my shoes.  I will get my lazy butt out of my hidey-hole and face the day and the next few weeks.  I will do this with a grimace and a grunt.

But I will do this.

Go team go - HTFU

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Delay on the Game Play

Sorry race fans - there will be a delay in my blog posts.

I have a family emergency and will be out of touch for a week.  I am hoping to get my runs in, but it could be another one of those weeks of no running, all insanity.

Thanks for understanding and see you after.

Go team go - dirge

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Seriously - 0400 - Really??!!

Now that the distances for my Saturday runs are getting longer, the times to meet up with the running group is getting earlier.  This past Saturday I had to get up around 0400 in order to make my 0530 start time.

I think the last time I saw 0400 was when I dragged my un-sober butt home a few weeks ago from a pub.

It looks different sober and prepping for a run.  Trust me.

In fact - sad little truth coming:

I slept in my running clothes in order to save time preparing in the morning.

Shhhhhh

So I snuck out of my house insanely early so that I wouldn't wake dogs and parents, and stumbled to my car. After driving WAY over the speed limit to meet up with the group - I pulled in, grabbed my geeky hydro-belt and headed to the running store to meet up with the group.

Now two weeks ago I came down with strep throat, this past week I had to travel for work for a bottom survey with SCUBA gear in near-zero visibility (but that's another story . . . ).  So needless to say I haven't run very much the last couple of weeks.

I was really looking forward to finishing 8 miles on Saturday morning and being able to say that I had made my way over the half way mark to the half-marathon.  But I was not looking forward to running - it's been a long couple of weeks.

I started out with the group with a plan to run 8 miles in the 4-1 run/walk format.  I felt a little stiff and achy in the first bits of the run.  But I figured it would settle out.

I was way behind the group for most of the run - I mean I could still SEE them, but they were up ahead.

No worries - I was happy with my iPod and my imagination.

Around 2.5 miles Tara coming jogging back to see how I was doing.  We talked for a while and she recommended that I may not try the full 8 miles.  She said that since I hadn't run in a few weeks that perhaps I try to not go all the way.

I was having some doubts as well.  I knew I could make the four miles to the turnaround - but could I make the four miles back??!!  I was slowing down, feeling ooky in my hip and ankle.

Bad stuff.

Sooo - I wussed out.  That's right I said it - I was a wussy.

I turned around a little past mile three and took my slowpoke rear back toward the running store.

I stopped at the water station and refilled all of my bottles - all 24 oz of fluid were now gone - and walked a little to get my breath.

After a while long I made it back to the store and chatted up with some other runners and headed out to help a friend move out of a third floor walk-up.

So while I didn't get the extra two miles - I did parade up and down stairs with furniture and stuff for a couple of hours - does that count??

Anyway - over all I finished 6.26 miles in 1:29:19.  I ran a sum total of 4.93 miles with an average moving pace of 13:17/mile.  I walked the other 1.31 miles with a slowass pace of 17:30/mile average.

I just can't seem to break this hump of 6.2 miles.  But hey - at least I dragged my weary ole butt out of bed insanely early on a Saturday to go for a run.  In fact I would say that my Saturday night suffered from it!  I begged out of an evening out with friends after one beer.

That is the true travesty of the day!

But it does feel kinda nice to have done another long run.

Next time - 25 minutes - easy pace on Monday.

Go team go - HTFU