April 23, 2011

hills. HILLS. hills.



Well, well, well. I finally completed a FULL training week. Woot Woot! Took me long enough to get my crap together and get motivated, but I think I'm finally on the right track and pulling it together like I did the last time I was in training. :D

Monday, Wednesday, Thursday were all 3 milers, nothing too fancy there. Today was just tacking on another mile, but man when will I learn my lesson and look at elevation when I pick a new route?! I ran my 1.5 loop, decided to throw the new mile sandwiched in between the 2 loops....baaad idea. The hills will monsters. Not doing that route again! All in all, good Saturday run, of course the sun came out after I was back inside :P

Looking forward to having tomorrow off and beginning a new week on Monday!

April 19, 2011

Allergies can't slow me down!

Last week, I vowed to not miss a single training run. I ran on Monday...I ran on Thursday....that's it. 2 out of 4 of my weekly runs. Usually I would count this as a fail, but I'm trying to change the way I see my running. During the training for the Jazz Half, I had a horrible mentality of punishing myself for missing a run, or completing one poorly....a horrible, horrible way to nurture a hobby. It was one of those things I knew I shouldn't do, but I also couldn't stop the negativity. If on Monday I was marked to run 3 miles but only ran 2, I would find a way to make the next run miserable...force myself on the treadmill, etc. Looking back now, I see the err of my ways, but at the time I thought I was teaching myself a lesson. Why should I ever use running as a form of punishment? How will that teach me to love the good and the bad that comes from running?

Monday at work I was chatting with my running mentor/coworker about how I need to buckle down and stop making excuses. Base building is there for a reason, and I need not wiggle my way out of it! I told her I was doing 3 miles uncomfortably, and she retorted that I needed to SLOW DOWN. If I can complete it but not feel good, it’s because I'm going too fast. Sure thing. I watch the clock...I know I need to slow down, but sometimes I just lack the ability to pull the reigns when necessary. She threatened that if I keep it up, I'm going to have to log some serious treadmill time until I can get control over a consistent pace. I loathe the treadmill.

After work, I changed into my nifty St. Jude singlet (thanks sis!) and drove straight to my trusty neighborhood loop. I was extremely conscious of my pace and made it through the first loop feeling good. Then I decided (best decision EVER) to reverse my way around the loop for the second half. Changed my world. Sometimes a change of scenery or different outlook is all you need.

Yesterday I learned optimism is key to running and persevering. If I think I can't make it, I won't. It's all a mental game. When the end goal is to run for 5 hours (potentially) straight, you have to think positive and you have to be patient. I suck at patience, but I'm learning.

In other news, I'm still waiting on final word for a lease on a DC apartment (woot woot!). The major excitement here is a drastically smaller commute, AND (drumroll...) the apartment would be only TWO METRO STOPS AWAY from BoMF team La Casa, thus saving me from waking up at 4:30am to run with NSV. I love the ladies there, and I miss them since I haven't been in a WHILE...but I think the exhaustion has been too much to handle.

Looking forward to getting word on the apt and starting with a new team come June! Cross your fingers!

April 13, 2011

Protein?

I went for a three mile run on Monday, in the 84 degree heat. This time I was smart enough to bring my water belt...however, I was not smart enough to keep my mouth closed during the entire run. I guess I forgot about bugs flying around since it hadn't been very warm before. I forgot that bugs have an uncanny ability to fly into places they don't belong. My mouth.

Last summer, I was out on a run with a friend when a gnat flew into my eye. MY EYE. Ugh. I was worried I would contract malaria or something...whatever bug disease there is (I didn't...that I know of....).

But I digress. I finished in 32 minutes flat (I never claimed I was fast), daydreaming the last little bit of the run about boys and whatnot, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get motivated!

Special shout-out to my awesome sister for gifting me a running singlet! New running gear gets me excited!

April 05, 2011

Red-faced and red-eyed lunatic!

Some days I am SO thankful I run alone...last night was one of those days. You would think that an extreme allergy sufferer would know better than to think this would be the year I could go out for an easy 3 miles and return home unscathed. Yeah....right.

I made it through the first 1.5 loop okay, but I definitely smelled the allergy-ness in the air and had a brief thought that I would regret this run later.

Jump ahead to the start of the second loop, I was making decent time...about 15 or 16 min for the 1.5 miles, but I could tell my face was getting hot. Running without my water belt was a bad idea :/ Oh the lessons we learn the hard way.

I thought about quitting, I was hot, it was effort running against the wind, thirsty, my eyes were super itchy, etc...then I remembered this blog I read from Kristen Armstrong:

"Failure is not defeat until you stop trying.

How awesome is the idea that we are never defeated if we never stop trying. We may stop and start again. We may change our goal midway and soldier on. We may retire and later re-enter the ring. We may fail miserably and muster up the courage for a do-over. We may let one dream go in order to make room for another, better dream. Or we may realize that the dream we've held close all along matters now more than ever–and we approach it with renewed vigor. We may take time to heal and then laugh again, trust again, love again, run again, start again.

If defeat is for quitters, then the victory remains in the try."

This woman always says things that speak straight to me. I'm pretty stubborn, and I usually hate quitting and/or admitting defeat in any aspect of life.

Yesterday was (self-imposed) "NO QUITTING, NO EXCUSES, STICK TO YOUR TRAINING" week. I was a little peeved midrun that I did this to myself, but if we don't try and push ourselves outside our known "limits", how do we ever expect ourselves to go farther, get stronger, do better, and improve? The purpose of running to me is not all about the joy and fun, and therapy I get from it. While I LOVE to complain about running (obviously), I really enjoy challenging myself and seeing the results of all that effort. I like knowing that it is up to me alone to finish that distance and reach my goals. That's what this marathon is about for me. No one is going to do it for me, and I wouldn't have that any other way.