Half Marathon Eve

It’s finally heeeeeeeeere!

Between family issues (= schedule off, bad food and sleep, stress, and skipping workouts) and an emergency visit to the chiropractor (apparently your back muscles can pull your ribs out of place), I’m nervous. My long runs were supposed to taper from 12.5 to 11, 8, and race, with three runs in the week. I made all four runs on the longest week, but just one the next and 6 instead of 11, one before 8, and one this week. We’ll see…

Five Things Post Run:
1. Pictures!! Ahhh that medal is going to be so pretty!
2. 16 oz chocolate milk. If they don’t have any there, this will bump down the list a couple spots. I can chug chocolate milk like you’ve never seen. And they say it’s perfect carb:protein recovery!
3. Untie my shoes, maybe even switch shoes. I’m going to be so sick of my neon pink Asics. And along the same lines, if it’s chilly, I’ll be eyeing comfy sweats.
4. Food. Our local 10K serves big pieces of coffee cake, and while I know that’s a long shot, there’s bound to be something to munch on. I’m really not even all that picky. 🙂

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5. Grocery shopping. Because let’s be honest. Once the shine wears off and we get back to town, it’s back to the real world and grabbing supplies for the next week.

Maybe I’ll sneak a 4a in there and let you know how it goes 😉 Happy Friday!

Rest Day

Happy Patriot Day. Never forget.

I work two more Fridays in 2015. Coincidentally, Friday is my scheduled rest day. I’m still in bed currently. I’ll get up eventually, and then I’ll be on the go until bedtime. No rest for a farm wife once she gets going.

So, I *still* haven’t finished the five things I was supposed to do two weeks ago. I even had four and a half days off for Labor Day! Other things just come up, and I re-prioritize.

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Five Things I’m Willing to Work For:

Inspiring other people. I know I have the strength inside me to do great things, and I don’t see anything wrong with doing things from time to time just to prove they can be done – both to myself and to those around me.

Returning the favor. Note: if you ever do anything nice for me, even if it’s standard cultural practice, I’m going to send it back tenfold. Buy my Arby’s, get an invite to a real dinner and drinks and dessert. If you share with me, I’m going to bust it until I have something to share with you.

Loving my family.  There are no farm kids yet, but maybe one day. Until then, I have a Better Half to love and learn about and support. We’ve been watching Home Free on Fox and it’s interesting to see the communication and interaction between the couples. I like to think we’d do well, because we each get up every day and look for ways to help and love, and over the years we’ve studied each other so much. Love is a choice and a verb, not just a feeling.

Investing now what will pay off later. I’m good at delayed gratification. I really am. I’m learning to be less impulsive and it shows each time I write out my food journal and I rack up “no sweets” days for the challenge at work. I have savings. I have tornado bags. I have plans and habits and beliefs now that will add so much to my life, one day when the time ia right.

The thrill of finishing. I start projects for a variety of reasons. Some are obligatory, since really ignite something inside me. With either, once I start, I usually can’t just give up. If I have 30 minutes or an hour left on a project when my time is up at work, I’m staying. When there is one more thing to finish at 11 pm, I’m staying. When the finish line is in sight, even if it’s a mile away still, I’m sprinting. DNF is not an option, even if it kills me. That’s why open to-do items stress me out so much.

Sore abs. Let’s be honest, I’m vain. In this season, I’m all about the running. The focus is on miles, not on strength training (though there’s still a little). It’s not as much ab as last summer’s PiYo, and I’m going to have to be okay with the soft fluff that comes with that. When the half is over, though, and I can go back to a steady routine, it’s on!

Happy weekend, y’all!

Run Recap 9.8.15

Happy Labor Day!

Last night’s run was rough in the humidity, and it was still 95 degrees after we finished. Today, since I took an extra day of vacation, I wanted to run early. No sun at 8 am, but it was still crazy humid. I think it rained last night.

Goal workout: half mile warmup, then 8 sprints of 2 minutes at race pace (9:10 for me), with 5 minutes “recovery” (not defined).

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True workout: the “warmup” was 9:20, so a 9:10 didn’t seem like a challenge. The first sprint felt good at 8:00, so I decided stay under 8 for the runs. When it came time to recover, I was staying around 9:30 so I picked 10 to force myself to slow down. Each recovery included about a minute real walk (which my watch says is like 16 or 18 minute pace).

The second run was at 8:06, but the other seven runs were under 8 with no issues. The sun came out at the beginning of the third sprint, but only stayed for about 15 minutes. 5.9 miles on the watch plus another half mile walk home.

No jerks on the road today (except the punk gnats that want to fly up your nose! What is that?). Pre-run was half a cinnamon roll Quest bar and 10ish oz water. Ke$ha wins “most motivational”.

Make it a great week!

50 Thoughts Every Runner Has in 3 Miles… No? Just me?

Monday was only going to be a three mile run, and I was feeling pretty fiesty. Normally my runs aren’t this animated, but here’s a sneak peek into the mind of an easily distracted runner…

0.0 These shorts are way too short.
.25 Clap along with me if you feel like a room without a roof…Because I’m happpppppy happy happy. Man, they did a good job on that at church yesterday, I wonder how long they practiced. Did they know Nathan was planning, or were they playing around at practice one day and played it and just now got to break it out?
.4 one bug in the mouth. There’s usually spiderwebs here, why am I catching bugs?
.5 Oooh ooh yeah jazz hands Because I’m (left left) happy (right right) happy (left left) happy. You know, I’m not really coordinated. Bum bum bum yeah!
.6 oooh a walk break! You know, when our running group starts up again, I’m gonna make them stretch during the first walk break. While walking. Lunges? Knees over your toes! I could lunge right now. Ooh time to run!
.7 Truck on the crossroad. Is it coming my way? You know, running the south route while they’re cutting may not have been the best idea. I still don’t have all my reflective junk. I’m pretty excited about the new shorts. These are too short. Whew, truck not coming.
.9 We’re not even to a mile yet? Ugh this run is never going to end. You know, it’s on my 101 list to solve problems while I’m running. I should solve a problem… I don’t think I have problems right now. Because I’m haaaappppppyyy…
1.1 Truck truck truck. Oh it’s the neighbor. I feel like I’m running in underwear…. yeah these shorts were a bad idea, because people ALWAYS see me. Wave! I don’t need that, they already think I’m crazy for running, I don’t need to be that crazy running hoochie lady. Oh a walk break.
1.4 Okay I’m going to those trees and then turning around, that’ll make sure and get my three.
1.5 Or maybe we should do a couple walk breaks-worth of dynamic stretching. You’re really not warm enough by the first one. Reach up up up out out, right arm across,  left arm across. After is good too.
1.57 Aaaaaaaand we’re turning. Do I need to run on the right and balance my hips out? No, too many hills here, I should stick left for now. It’s nice I can actually hear my watch tonight. Why doesn’t Nike make them louder?
1.7 That sunset sure is pretty. It’s getting dark so fast, though. I definitely need to switch the contrast on my watch back to where it was.
1.8 Of course, I get a car behind and a car in front, right as I get to my corner, right as it’s time for a walk. Okay back car first, now front car, now look both ways before making the corner and NOW stop… and take an extra five walking.
2.1 Home stretch. I should ask the neighbors what their dogs names are. They’re sweet girls. A german shepherd and a lab. They’re barking at me. You’re okay baby, you’re fine.
2.3 I’ll be able to call this a three car, one bug run. That’s basically like success in my book.
2.5 I never told my boss about all the reflective junk my husband made me buy. She’ll get a kick out of it.
2.6 Jazz hands again? Happy happy happy.
2.7 No. Still not coordinated for that.
2.8 Two bugs. Dang it. I wonder what will happen when I’m lit like a Christmas tree, will I catch more bugs? I’m really more excited about the other stuff. Am I opening right away, or an I going to stockpile and gift myself over time?  I did order a lot of running stuff over the weekend…
2.9 I’m glad I set beef out to thaw before I left. I should have mentioned how nice it would be to have it browned when I got home. It’ll be okay. It’s not that much later than normal. It’s just dark. My summer is leaving me! You know, tonight would make a funny stream-of-consciousness blog post. I bet I can remember everything. I started doing jazz hands at the half mile line so I must have been singing at a quarter…
3.0 Almost to the house, not taking this walk break. I soooo have to go to the bathroom.
3.1 To the corner! Sprint!! Yeah! Nailed it! Now what’s for supper?

Determination

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Happy Sunday, y’all!

My old knee tweak is back. I stopped at like mile 3 yesterday of my long run to get my knee strap, which helped some for the rest of the run, but it still swelled afterwards and by the time we left the demo derby in C-ville, it looked like a certifiable limp. I think I can, I think I can. It’s only week 2 of training! I can’t be quitting now!

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Every time I Velcro this guy on, I feel a little more like a crazy runner girl…

I’m Only Me When I Run

A farm wife with a city life doesn’t get much ‘me time.’ Let me explain.

I get up early (for me), shower, and hit the road to town by 7 30. I then belong to The Man for 9 hrs, and leave work around 5. Often, I have a to do list in town that could range from typical groceries to picking up parts to searching for the perfect graduation present for my brother in law. Then I get to come home, put away those groceries (because my better half is usually still in the field or shop), and cook supper – after I finally give up asking and just decide what we’re having. The typical woes every housewife faces, but after a 10 hour day in the concrete jungle.

So 24 hrs -7 sleep -10 related to work -2 for cooking, cleaning, and laundry leaves me with about five hours that are not scheduled. Minus a little veg time on the couch (maybe an hour, probably 30 min). That’s not a lot, really.

Then there are days like today. I’m exhausted from one of the most tiring days I’ve had at work since I started, I spent two hours in town running errands, and when I came home (to a half-built porch! Yay!) I had this incredible calling to go run.

I havent run a step since my 10k in March, and yet, I’m imexplicably compelled to lace up my old Nikes and go.

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And a few paces in, I realized why.

I’m only me when I run.

I’m not the accountant, I’m not the maid. To reference Kenny Chesney, I’m not gopher, chaffeur, company chairman, coffeemaker, or copy repairman. Even though there’s nothing, I swear man, that I don’t do. I’m just a girl in an old beat up pair of sneaks that can’t contain the thoughts in her head. That needs a little silence to sort out her dreams and goals and next big plan. That needs a view like this to feel alive.

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And suddenly, I’m me again. Driven. Motivated. In charge of my own path. Energetic. Spontaneous. Independent. Free. Okay, and maybe a little OCD (run, walk walk walk, run…). But that’s me. Your faithful blogger in a nutshell.

Life is a costume show. We play our parts, we wear the masks, we do the little dance. But then, if we’re lucky, the curtain goes down, and we return to ourselves. I’m me when I’m running outside. Where are *you*?