Summer has fully descended on us here. Highs are in the 90's and the humidity is stifling. I had committed to being a Pink Lady at the Wednesday evening rookie run, but I'm rethinking that. It is TOO HOT. I was born and raised here, and spent a few years living in Florida, so I'm not stranger to the 3 H's (hazy, hot, and humid), but with the extra metabolism I'm supporting, I just can't take it.
Even this morning was pretty warm. Starting a run after 8 is really pushing it this time of year. I had volunteered to lead the charge handing out shoe tags after the run today, so I arrived a little early to squeeze in my own solitary lap or two around the track. Thank goodness! I actually ran an entire lap, thankyouvery much, but I was definitely feeling heavy, slow, and a little klutzy. It felt great to move, but I'm not sure how much longer it will really be practical for me to run. I walked with my walkers for 4 of their 6 laps, then took my post at the gate to bid everyone farewell.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
another pink saturday
Another Saturday with the Pink Ladies! I missed the Wednesday rookie run as Max had given me a nice case of Coxsackie virus this week. I felt like I worked out though - I was shivering so hard from the chills that my muscles were stiff and sore yesterday. I was a little unsure about going to the track this morning, and contemplated sleeping in, but figured that a little fresh air would do me good and that a few laps around the track wouldn't be the end of me.
Much to my horror, the Pink Ladies continue their peppy introductions every week, not just for opening day. Crap. I don't think my visor can go down any lower. But once the running and walking got started, my morning improved substantially. Most of the walkers in the back of the pack seemed to be paired up, so I speed-walked ahead till I found a lonely soul who was happy to have company. And after the run, I actually had a blast handing out car magnets to the participants. I saw so many people I knew, a lot of whom didn't know I was pregnant again. I stayed much longer than I planned.
I had always used running as a way to gain a little solitude, to be among like-minded folks while not having the pressure to interact. But the social aspect is rubbing off on me just a little bit. Honestly, it's kind of all I have right now, so I'd better learn to love it.
I still think the music is too loud, and the track too crowded, but I'm willing to cope with that.
Damn you, Pink Ladies, quit making me like this!!
Much to my horror, the Pink Ladies continue their peppy introductions every week, not just for opening day. Crap. I don't think my visor can go down any lower. But once the running and walking got started, my morning improved substantially. Most of the walkers in the back of the pack seemed to be paired up, so I speed-walked ahead till I found a lonely soul who was happy to have company. And after the run, I actually had a blast handing out car magnets to the participants. I saw so many people I knew, a lot of whom didn't know I was pregnant again. I stayed much longer than I planned.
I had always used running as a way to gain a little solitude, to be among like-minded folks while not having the pressure to interact. But the social aspect is rubbing off on me just a little bit. Honestly, it's kind of all I have right now, so I'd better learn to love it.
I still think the music is too loud, and the track too crowded, but I'm willing to cope with that.
Damn you, Pink Ladies, quit making me like this!!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
enjoy the journey
Opening day was a success. There were about 80 kajillion women there. It was hot, but not as hot as it has been lately.
Team Miscellaneous began arriving at 6am to find the track locked. Fortunately, someone from facilities came along lickety-split to unlock it. Coach Mark was having a speed workout while we started to set up, and it made me a little sad to be attaching paper flowers to the fence instead of pushing hard doing Yasso 800's. Cynthia Lorenzoni was leading the pack of women, and it was something else to watch her run. Even in her 40's after 4 kids, she still looks awesome. She also happens to be the race director for the 4 Miler and the co-founder, and many women here (myself included) owe her a big debt of gratitude for not-so-gently encouraging us to add "athlete" to our resumes.
So, 1 box of sidewalk chalk, 1 balloon arch, about 100 tissue paper flowers, a flock of flamingos, several tables, 1 hearse with pink flames, and some organized chaos later, hordes of women started arriving. Hordes. I knew a few folks that were coming, and sort of expected that I might see a few of them. I saw none. I did run into a few people that I had no idea were coming, and that was a pleasant surprise.
The big show kicked off a little late, and much to my horror the pink ladies had to run onto the track with a lot of fanfare, and then we were supposed to kind of dance around. I stood and clapped, and tried not to die of embarrassment. It's no accident that I went to a college with no sororities and buried myself in my studies.
Pep talks by various folks (including Joan wearing Depends and a giant pink bra) followed, and then we started out on our workout for the day. For the walkers, it was once around for a warmup, two laps, and then one more cooldown lap, for a total of a mile. I can say that while I really enjoy supporting women who, for the most part, are new to exercising, it did break my heart just a little to finally be on the track, and to be walking. Oh, I wanted to do an all-out 400 just to see how it would feel. But I stayed back with the walkers, though I do admit to jogging one straightaway with the beginners.
Once finished, the horde headed for the infield for guided stretching. Us Pink Ladies are supposed to set a good example and stretch. True confession time - I only stretch directly after a run if I feel tight. After a one-mile lope, not so much. I would usually save that for my regular bedtime stretch. But ever the follower of rules, I did it, dispensing stretching wisdom ("oh, just google IT band stretch") along the way.
I stayed a bit to help clean up, and managed to pilfer a balloon for Max, who was absolutely delighted.
I'm pooped from being on my feet for 3 hours, and getting up at 5:15, but I had a fantastic time this morning, and hope that I do a great job with the walkers as the season progresses.
Now the obligatory plug - if you couldn't make it today, you can still come! Registration is open every Saturday - just show up at 7:45 at the track. Be sure to register ASAP for the race, though. Registration is usually full by the 4th of July.
Team Miscellaneous began arriving at 6am to find the track locked. Fortunately, someone from facilities came along lickety-split to unlock it. Coach Mark was having a speed workout while we started to set up, and it made me a little sad to be attaching paper flowers to the fence instead of pushing hard doing Yasso 800's. Cynthia Lorenzoni was leading the pack of women, and it was something else to watch her run. Even in her 40's after 4 kids, she still looks awesome. She also happens to be the race director for the 4 Miler and the co-founder, and many women here (myself included) owe her a big debt of gratitude for not-so-gently encouraging us to add "athlete" to our resumes.
So, 1 box of sidewalk chalk, 1 balloon arch, about 100 tissue paper flowers, a flock of flamingos, several tables, 1 hearse with pink flames, and some organized chaos later, hordes of women started arriving. Hordes. I knew a few folks that were coming, and sort of expected that I might see a few of them. I saw none. I did run into a few people that I had no idea were coming, and that was a pleasant surprise.
The big show kicked off a little late, and much to my horror the pink ladies had to run onto the track with a lot of fanfare, and then we were supposed to kind of dance around. I stood and clapped, and tried not to die of embarrassment. It's no accident that I went to a college with no sororities and buried myself in my studies.
Pep talks by various folks (including Joan wearing Depends and a giant pink bra) followed, and then we started out on our workout for the day. For the walkers, it was once around for a warmup, two laps, and then one more cooldown lap, for a total of a mile. I can say that while I really enjoy supporting women who, for the most part, are new to exercising, it did break my heart just a little to finally be on the track, and to be walking. Oh, I wanted to do an all-out 400 just to see how it would feel. But I stayed back with the walkers, though I do admit to jogging one straightaway with the beginners.
Once finished, the horde headed for the infield for guided stretching. Us Pink Ladies are supposed to set a good example and stretch. True confession time - I only stretch directly after a run if I feel tight. After a one-mile lope, not so much. I would usually save that for my regular bedtime stretch. But ever the follower of rules, I did it, dispensing stretching wisdom ("oh, just google IT band stretch") along the way.
I stayed a bit to help clean up, and managed to pilfer a balloon for Max, who was absolutely delighted.
I'm pooped from being on my feet for 3 hours, and getting up at 5:15, but I had a fantastic time this morning, and hope that I do a great job with the walkers as the season progresses.
Now the obligatory plug - if you couldn't make it today, you can still come! Registration is open every Saturday - just show up at 7:45 at the track. Be sure to register ASAP for the race, though. Registration is usually full by the 4th of July.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Opening day tomorrow!
Drink your water, and get in bed right now, ladies, because tomorrow is opening day of the W4MTP!! Hijinks kick off at 7:45am at the track, but yours truly will be there way, way, way earlier decorating the track. In case you were wondering, thinking up ways to decorate a track is like thinking up ways to decorate air. Creativity is seriously hampered by lack of decoratable surfaces. But Team Miscellaneous will be doing our best to make you sick from all the pink.
As an act of rebellion, my mandatory hat isn't pink. Oh, the horror.
And my swimsuit arrived - it's every bit as funereal as I had imagined. Why do swimsuit designers think that all maternity suits should be cut with an overly modest leg hole? It makes my butt look big and my legs look stumpy. I'm a hot mama, let me show some skin!!
Enough blogging for the night - it's high time I got to bed. See you at the track!!
As an act of rebellion, my mandatory hat isn't pink. Oh, the horror.
And my swimsuit arrived - it's every bit as funereal as I had imagined. Why do swimsuit designers think that all maternity suits should be cut with an overly modest leg hole? It makes my butt look big and my legs look stumpy. I'm a hot mama, let me show some skin!!
Enough blogging for the night - it's high time I got to bed. See you at the track!!
Monday, June 09, 2008
back in the pool!
With temps nearing 100, I decided it was time to get the maternity lap suit out of storage and go for a swim. I love(d) this suit. It's a lovely shade of turquoise. I was actually happy to put it on this afternoon. I get my non-pregnant speedos a size smaller than I really am, because I like the compression, so I wasn't surprised when I thought the maternity suit felt a little loose. Plus, I'm not really that big yet.
But when I hit the water, I realized my error. My two previous pregnancies, both of which had me in the (chlorinated) pool at least twice a week, along with long periods of storage in the past four years, had rendered any and all elastic properties of the suit completely nil. This suit is completely shot, and I'm sure a little pornographic once I got out of the water. Clingy and baggy - what a combo! Good thing I remembered my big bath towel, and wasn't trying to make do with the hankies the gym provides.
Alas, the manufacturer is now out of the business of making maternity, so I scoured the internet for another reasonably priced maternity one-piece. This, apparently, is a tall order. Want a bikini? No problem. A festive tankini? Got it. A tent with a skirt? Yep. Even a mod halter? Yours in a click. But a strictly business, plain, form-fitting tank suit? I feel like the only woman alive to ever swim laps while pregnant. I finally found the plainest, boringest suit at the Gap. And lucky for me, it (surprise) hasn't been very popular, and was half-price. But available only in dull (brown) or duller (black). I went with duller, as I am in mourning for my beautiful turquoise suit, that trusted friend, that is no more.
But when I hit the water, I realized my error. My two previous pregnancies, both of which had me in the (chlorinated) pool at least twice a week, along with long periods of storage in the past four years, had rendered any and all elastic properties of the suit completely nil. This suit is completely shot, and I'm sure a little pornographic once I got out of the water. Clingy and baggy - what a combo! Good thing I remembered my big bath towel, and wasn't trying to make do with the hankies the gym provides.
Alas, the manufacturer is now out of the business of making maternity, so I scoured the internet for another reasonably priced maternity one-piece. This, apparently, is a tall order. Want a bikini? No problem. A festive tankini? Got it. A tent with a skirt? Yep. Even a mod halter? Yours in a click. But a strictly business, plain, form-fitting tank suit? I feel like the only woman alive to ever swim laps while pregnant. I finally found the plainest, boringest suit at the Gap. And lucky for me, it (surprise) hasn't been very popular, and was half-price. But available only in dull (brown) or duller (black). I went with duller, as I am in mourning for my beautiful turquoise suit, that trusted friend, that is no more.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
one more thing
As if doing it just because it's there wasn't good enough, keep in mind that all proceeds and fundraising from the Women's 4 Miler goes to support breast cancer and research. Last year, over $200,000 was given to the UVA Breast Care Center. And if that's still not enough, remember that regular exercise can help reduce your chance of getting cancer.
Women's 4 Miler website
Women's 4 Miler website
Hot mama
My other pregnancies had me in the thick of the first trimester during the hottest months, so now that I'm finally feeling better and wanting to move around, what a shock to find that it's nearly 100 degrees today. And will be tomorrow. And the next day. What happened to spring? Welcome to Virginia, y'all!
Pink Lady prep is in full swing - we had our potluck on Thursday, and got our shirts, with our names embroidered on them. Not sure when I will wear a size L, very pink shirt with my name on it after the 4 miler is done, but hey, at least I don't have to pick out clothing to wear to training runs this summer!
I'm beginning to realize that most Pink Ladies are not as overcommitted as me. They can make all the meetings, and aren't rushing out early to relieve the babysitter. And they can meet, sans kids, at 6am in town twice a week for rookie runs. Right now I've noncommitally committed myself to once a week 6pm runs (actually, I'll be with the walkers), though (sorry Joan) I'll be surprised if I make half of them. For one, 6 pm means that the Supportive Husband has to be available to pick Max up from school, feed him dinner, and do all that parent stuff till after 7pm. Second, that means I miss out on precious time with my boy(s). I'm going full time at work starting next week, and I'm already in knots about that. And finally, if it's this hot, if I *am* exercising at 6pm, you'd better believe it's going to be in the gym. I am firm believer in starting runs prior to 9am this time of year here. At 6pm on a day like today, it's still in the high eighties, and I don't care to subject myself to that, pregnant or not. I was born and raised here, but I still can't take the heat and humidity.
But despite my whining about the heat, I am super excited for 4 Miler Training to begin next Saturday. Training starts at 7:45am at the track - you can register ahead of time, or come a few minutes early and register there. You can come to some or all of the sessions, and there will be PLENTY of Pink Ladies and volunteers to coach and support you on the way to the race. Be sure to register for the race on June 14 as well - it fills up fast. Still not sure you want to do it? Listen, if I can drag my pregnant butt out the door early on a Saturday morning and be in good enough shape to walk 4 miles by August 30, then you, dear reader, have no excuses. So come on out to the track on Saturdays! And look for me at training - I'll be the pregnant Pink Lady, whining about the heat and hogging the shade.
Pink Lady prep is in full swing - we had our potluck on Thursday, and got our shirts, with our names embroidered on them. Not sure when I will wear a size L, very pink shirt with my name on it after the 4 miler is done, but hey, at least I don't have to pick out clothing to wear to training runs this summer!
I'm beginning to realize that most Pink Ladies are not as overcommitted as me. They can make all the meetings, and aren't rushing out early to relieve the babysitter. And they can meet, sans kids, at 6am in town twice a week for rookie runs. Right now I've noncommitally committed myself to once a week 6pm runs (actually, I'll be with the walkers), though (sorry Joan) I'll be surprised if I make half of them. For one, 6 pm means that the Supportive Husband has to be available to pick Max up from school, feed him dinner, and do all that parent stuff till after 7pm. Second, that means I miss out on precious time with my boy(s). I'm going full time at work starting next week, and I'm already in knots about that. And finally, if it's this hot, if I *am* exercising at 6pm, you'd better believe it's going to be in the gym. I am firm believer in starting runs prior to 9am this time of year here. At 6pm on a day like today, it's still in the high eighties, and I don't care to subject myself to that, pregnant or not. I was born and raised here, but I still can't take the heat and humidity.
But despite my whining about the heat, I am super excited for 4 Miler Training to begin next Saturday. Training starts at 7:45am at the track - you can register ahead of time, or come a few minutes early and register there. You can come to some or all of the sessions, and there will be PLENTY of Pink Ladies and volunteers to coach and support you on the way to the race. Be sure to register for the race on June 14 as well - it fills up fast. Still not sure you want to do it? Listen, if I can drag my pregnant butt out the door early on a Saturday morning and be in good enough shape to walk 4 miles by August 30, then you, dear reader, have no excuses. So come on out to the track on Saturdays! And look for me at training - I'll be the pregnant Pink Lady, whining about the heat and hogging the shade.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
liar, liar, pants on fire
That would be me. Sorry dear Internets, but I have deceived you. It's true, I was having some foot issues just prior to the Ten Miler, but nothing awful enough to keep me from running it. The truth is I am expecting!
I know some of will now consider my lack of running, and ask if Mama has lost her gumption. We all hear stories about women who run right up until delivery. Isn't Mama one of those strong, powerful, fit women? Yes, but my main early pregnancy symptoms are shortness of breath (seriously, it's ridiculous, I get winded while *reading* for Pete's sake), fatigue, and nausea that does not respond well to jostling. I take those signs as my body's way of telling me to slow down. So I listen.
I'm still keeping fit, you can count on that. I'm hitting the gym regularly for weights and cardio, walking a few times per week, and though I'm too big for my Speedo and too small for my maternity suit, I do plan on adding swimming back into the mix soon. I was in incredible shape when Max was born, and I hope to be in just as good physical condition for this little one's arrival. Speaking of which, we expect him or her on Thanksgiving Day (and you can just swallow that Butterball joke right now, it is NOT funny).
So far, everything looks great, and as with my pregnancy with Max, we will have top-notch care and monitoring to put my mind at ease until this baby arrives safely. Please keep me in your thoughts as I progress through what is definitely my very last pregnancy (hooray!). Now that I'm able to spill the beans, I'll be posting more regularly about the challenges and triumphs of staying fit while being not only a mother, but also a mother to be.
I know some of will now consider my lack of running, and ask if Mama has lost her gumption. We all hear stories about women who run right up until delivery. Isn't Mama one of those strong, powerful, fit women? Yes, but my main early pregnancy symptoms are shortness of breath (seriously, it's ridiculous, I get winded while *reading* for Pete's sake), fatigue, and nausea that does not respond well to jostling. I take those signs as my body's way of telling me to slow down. So I listen.
I'm still keeping fit, you can count on that. I'm hitting the gym regularly for weights and cardio, walking a few times per week, and though I'm too big for my Speedo and too small for my maternity suit, I do plan on adding swimming back into the mix soon. I was in incredible shape when Max was born, and I hope to be in just as good physical condition for this little one's arrival. Speaking of which, we expect him or her on Thanksgiving Day (and you can just swallow that Butterball joke right now, it is NOT funny).
So far, everything looks great, and as with my pregnancy with Max, we will have top-notch care and monitoring to put my mind at ease until this baby arrives safely. Please keep me in your thoughts as I progress through what is definitely my very last pregnancy (hooray!). Now that I'm able to spill the beans, I'll be posting more regularly about the challenges and triumphs of staying fit while being not only a mother, but also a mother to be.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mothers' Day!!
I hope all you mothers had a wonderful day. Motherhood can really be the most lonely job in the whole world, and while it's just one silly, invented holiday, it is nice to have a day that should be all about Mom.
The Supportive Husband was kind enough to let me sleep in a little, and I'm finally feeling like I've kicked the nasty cold I've had the past week. My ears were popping like crazy today. After a family breakfast at home (which I made, but I actually like making breakfast and too rarely get to do it, so it really was a treat), I got to go to the gym, where I tried out my wheezy, congested lungs on the bike while reading a book. It was one of my laziest workouts ever, but felt great. I did redeem myself by doing some serious stretching and lifting weights.
The Supportive Husband fed Max lunch and put him down for a nap just before I arrived home, so even though he (the husband, not Max) had to go to work, I had a few luxurious hours to myself. Which I spent doing housework. But I must say that for the first time in months, ALL THE LAUNDRY IS FOLDED AND PUT AWAY. It's a Mothers' Day Miracle!! Which will last approximately 7.3 seconds.
A friend came by to drop off some things she'd borrowed for her baby, which he's since outgrown. He was adorable, but when we tried to go out for pizza, the wee fellow barfed all over his poor mom. Happy Mothers' Day, indeed. I think he's got a lot of making up to do. And he's only 1! Max and I got take out, and had pizza together at home. Then we went for a long buggy ride since the sun had finally come out after a day of rain.
Even though he'd taken a long nap, the buggy ride must have worn him out, because by 7pm, he was heading up the stairs and crawling into bed of his own volition. I insisted on a quick bath, since he was covered in pizza and wet mulch, and it was lights out by 7:45. I plan to spend the rest of my day ironing (which I actually like, but never have time for) and watching the finale of Survivor. Hoooooo yeah, I'm a wild one.
The Supportive Husband was kind enough to let me sleep in a little, and I'm finally feeling like I've kicked the nasty cold I've had the past week. My ears were popping like crazy today. After a family breakfast at home (which I made, but I actually like making breakfast and too rarely get to do it, so it really was a treat), I got to go to the gym, where I tried out my wheezy, congested lungs on the bike while reading a book. It was one of my laziest workouts ever, but felt great. I did redeem myself by doing some serious stretching and lifting weights.
The Supportive Husband fed Max lunch and put him down for a nap just before I arrived home, so even though he (the husband, not Max) had to go to work, I had a few luxurious hours to myself. Which I spent doing housework. But I must say that for the first time in months, ALL THE LAUNDRY IS FOLDED AND PUT AWAY. It's a Mothers' Day Miracle!! Which will last approximately 7.3 seconds.
A friend came by to drop off some things she'd borrowed for her baby, which he's since outgrown. He was adorable, but when we tried to go out for pizza, the wee fellow barfed all over his poor mom. Happy Mothers' Day, indeed. I think he's got a lot of making up to do. And he's only 1! Max and I got take out, and had pizza together at home. Then we went for a long buggy ride since the sun had finally come out after a day of rain.
Even though he'd taken a long nap, the buggy ride must have worn him out, because by 7pm, he was heading up the stairs and crawling into bed of his own volition. I insisted on a quick bath, since he was covered in pizza and wet mulch, and it was lights out by 7:45. I plan to spend the rest of my day ironing (which I actually like, but never have time for) and watching the finale of Survivor. Hoooooo yeah, I'm a wild one.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Pinking out
I headed over to the track the other night for Pink Lady training led by the awesome Francesca. The highlight was all of us taking off our shoes and running barefoot across the uber-groomed lacrosse practice field. Oh, heaven! Must make mental note to run barefoot on super high quality grass more often.
Meanwhile, I've been doing my best to keep up at the gym, sticking mostly to the bike and pool and weights. And I spend plenty of time running after Max. He rides his Razor Scuttle bug all over the neighborhood now, and gets so fast on the downhills that I have to jog to keep up.
As for my Pink Lady duties, I am a proud member of Team Miscellaneous! We will be decorating the track for the first day of training on June 14 at 7:45am (hint, hint). I will be pacing/coaching/assisting the beginners (that could be YOU!) and walkers. I can't wait!
Meanwhile, I've been doing my best to keep up at the gym, sticking mostly to the bike and pool and weights. And I spend plenty of time running after Max. He rides his Razor Scuttle bug all over the neighborhood now, and gets so fast on the downhills that I have to jog to keep up.
As for my Pink Lady duties, I am a proud member of Team Miscellaneous! We will be decorating the track for the first day of training on June 14 at 7:45am (hint, hint). I will be pacing/coaching/assisting the beginners (that could be YOU!) and walkers. I can't wait!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Go Iron Mo!
Tomorrow is Patriot's Day, and the running of the Boston Marathon!! My dear friend, IronMo, qualified yet again!! and will be taking the long bus ride to Hopkinton in the morning. It remains to be seen if she'll actually finish due to injuries, but I am sending many positive thoughts her way! Go Mo!
And since I don't have much else to report, I thought it was time for another "search string" post. The following are some of the most interesting search strings that led users to my blog. My comments are in parentheses:
-many variations of "running a marathon while breastfeeding" (which makes me laugh a little, thinking about actually nursing while running - I could never even master nursing while walking with the baby in a sling. I know that's not what they meant, but still, I can't shake the visual.)
-charlottesville 19 miler (must be a secret race I've never heard of)
-mama marathon (natch)
-older and fitter (yes I am!)
-breastfeeding friendly charlottesville (I guess it is, but I don't run with the lactivist crowd, so I'm not attuned to any injustices that may have been perpetrated recently)
-what to wear in 45 degree for a marathon (layers!)
-run like you stole something shirt (MUST HAVE THIS. Does it exist? I also want one of those "This IS my race pace" shirts that I keep seeing everywhere.)
-"running skirt" pee or peeing or urination or urinating (I wonder if this was a practical query or a pervy one)
Thanks, visitors! However you arrived, I'm happy to have an audience.
And since I don't have much else to report, I thought it was time for another "search string" post. The following are some of the most interesting search strings that led users to my blog. My comments are in parentheses:
-many variations of "running a marathon while breastfeeding" (which makes me laugh a little, thinking about actually nursing while running - I could never even master nursing while walking with the baby in a sling. I know that's not what they meant, but still, I can't shake the visual.)
-charlottesville 19 miler (must be a secret race I've never heard of)
-mama marathon (natch)
-older and fitter (yes I am!)
-breastfeeding friendly charlottesville (I guess it is, but I don't run with the lactivist crowd, so I'm not attuned to any injustices that may have been perpetrated recently)
-what to wear in 45 degree for a marathon (layers!)
-run like you stole something shirt (MUST HAVE THIS. Does it exist? I also want one of those "This IS my race pace" shirts that I keep seeing everywhere.)
-"running skirt" pee or peeing or urination or urinating (I wonder if this was a practical query or a pervy one)
Thanks, visitors! However you arrived, I'm happy to have an audience.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Think Pink!
I am taking this summer off from marathon/half marathon training, and instead will be spending my Saturday mornings being a Pink Lady!! Yes, the very training program that horrified me so much it drove me to marathoning has sucked me in. I am terrifically excited about being a volunteer and mentor for the Women's Four Miler training program. Training starts on June 14, but preparations are already underway and I've already been to two Pink Lady meetings.
If you need more info, just leave me a comment and I'll get back to you ASAP.
Ladies, I hope to see you all June 14 at the track!!
If you need more info, just leave me a comment and I'll get back to you ASAP.
Ladies, I hope to see you all June 14 at the track!!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
10 Miler Race Report
It was a cold but lovely morning for the race. I parked at U-Hall, and ran into a few friends waiting inside before the start. I watched the start, then hoofed to over to my volunteer post, just in front of the Rotunda. I spent the next two hours trying to recreate a one-woman scream tunnel. My voice is shot! I saw a ton of people I knew, and it was so much fun to cheer everyone on at a very difficult spot in the race. I was losing my voice and freezing cold by the time I left, but so happy that I had participated. Way to go runners!!!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
See you at the race
I got my volunteer assignment today - I'll be at the corner of University Ave and Madison Lane. Across from the Rotunda, just past the Starbucks and the church, and after that wicked hill going up the Corner. Awesome!! My official assignment is to guard the intersection and not let cars through, but I think I'm mostly going to be spectating. As my faithful readers know, I am a proud alumna of the Scream Tunnel, so I am ready for this gig. I'll be resting my pipes tomorrow and Friday so I can go all out on Saturday.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
My 10 Miler PR stands
I will not be setting a new PR at the 10 miler this year, because I will be on the sidelines as a volunteer, rather than running. A weekend in Vegas in cute but non-supportive shoes left my feet a blistered wreck. Add to that missing my last long run, and I realized that at best, running on Saturday would be painful and embarrassing. I'm pretty bummed - this is the first big event I've ever missed.
Good luck to all the runners! And remember my favorite race day motto:
Run like you stole something!
Good luck to all the runners! And remember my favorite race day motto:
Run like you stole something!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
MJH 8K Race Report
It wasn't nearly as rainy as I thought it would be, though it drizzle steadily the whole time. I ran with Louise, and since we were talking the whole time, I can't say as I really raced it. Even so, I came within about 30 sec of my time last year (which was in perfect conditions), so I'm pretty happy with it. And for what it's worth, somehow I ended up ahead of Louise in the chute, so I got to make jokes about how I beat her.
I felt pretty good the entire time, except for that wicked Belmont Hill. I took the opportunity to walk for about 100 yards, and felt great for the last mile. Had I not been running with someone, I probably could have pushed a lot harder and beat my PR for the course. I guess that's the bummer of not being a new runner any more - I've already raced the distance, so I'm not guaranteed a PR any more.
It was a good run, but it felt like more of a training run than a race, especially since the rain kept the spectators away. But I'd gladly take a great training run like this over a bad race any day.
I felt pretty good the entire time, except for that wicked Belmont Hill. I took the opportunity to walk for about 100 yards, and felt great for the last mile. Had I not been running with someone, I probably could have pushed a lot harder and beat my PR for the course. I guess that's the bummer of not being a new runner any more - I've already raced the distance, so I'm not guaranteed a PR any more.
It was a good run, but it felt like more of a training run than a race, especially since the rain kept the spectators away. But I'd gladly take a great training run like this over a bad race any day.
Friday, March 07, 2008
8k tomorrow
I did not have my pre-race nightmare last night, which freaks me out more than the forecast. For those of you not here in town, it's going to be rainy and 45 degrees. Which makes it so hard to decide what to wear. Tights, for sure. And I think I'm going to wear my shell, but not sure if I'll pair it with a short-sleeved shirt or long-sleeved shirt. And I'm not sure if I'll wear my baseball hat or fleece toque. I'm leaning towards the baseball hat, since I'm worried about being too warm with the shell on. One thing's for sure, I will not be sporting the extremely green and humongous race shirt. Luckily, I know people, and have a covered parking spot just a block from the start, so I can bring a ton of stuff in the car, and change my mind at the last minute if I need to.
I'm actually more worried about being overdressed than about being cold and wet. Cold and wet is a given; I can't control it. In fact, it's kind of liberating. All bets are off when the weather's like this. Being cold and wet gives you something to think about other than setting a PR, or how much your feet hurt. For me anyway, in these conditions, my usual inner monologue gets switched off, and I find it easier to just be in the moment, and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Keep an eye out for me - I'll be the one running about a 10:50ish (if I'm lucky) pace wearing a fluorescent yellow and grey shell who answers to "Max's Mom."
I'm actually more worried about being overdressed than about being cold and wet. Cold and wet is a given; I can't control it. In fact, it's kind of liberating. All bets are off when the weather's like this. Being cold and wet gives you something to think about other than setting a PR, or how much your feet hurt. For me anyway, in these conditions, my usual inner monologue gets switched off, and I find it easier to just be in the moment, and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Keep an eye out for me - I'll be the one running about a 10:50ish (if I'm lucky) pace wearing a fluorescent yellow and grey shell who answers to "Max's Mom."
Monday, March 03, 2008
A few miles
I'm off work on Mondays, but inevitably the day gets filled up with other obligations. I unexpectedly had a few hours to myself this afternoon, and rather than hurry home and take care of the tidal wave of laundry that threatens to break down the laundry room door, I took advantage of the balmy weather to go for a run. I ran about 3.5 miles, I think. I ran part of the Ten Miler course, including that bit that I always lop off that goes down Lexington. Since I never run it, I made a couple of wrong turns, and did more than the 3 I was planning. It was warm, but very windy, and I'd forgotten to bring a hat, so I ended up with my Katie Holmes meets Dorothy Hamill 'do flopping in my eyes as it worked its way out of the clip I'd put it in.
I headed back to the gym, and did weights, stretching, and abs. I picked up Max from school, and we took a swing by the store to pick up raisins. We made it home just in time to meet Louise for a good long walk with Max in the buggy, eating his precious raisins. Then a mad scramble to make dinner from scratch and here it is 7pm and I'm still in my gym clothes!
I headed back to the gym, and did weights, stretching, and abs. I picked up Max from school, and we took a swing by the store to pick up raisins. We made it home just in time to meet Louise for a good long walk with Max in the buggy, eating his precious raisins. Then a mad scramble to make dinner from scratch and here it is 7pm and I'm still in my gym clothes!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Working mom workout
The plan:
Monday was a holiday, but I work Tues - Fri, so somewhere during the week, I get to use my 6 hrs of holiday time. So I planned to work a half day today, leave at lunch, go straight to the gym, go for a long swim, dry off, get on the bike for 20-30 min, then lift weights, etc. And still have time to shower, run an errand or two, and pick Max up from day care right after his nap, and possibly go for a walk with him in the stroller. This is pretty much my ideal day. I've been daydreaming about it since last week.
The reality:
Awaken in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of Max coughing up a hairball. Realize that the little cold and cough he'd been nursing since the weekend had turned into a bad cold and cough. Realize that I can't send him to school in good conscience. Formulate plan to drive to work super-early, grab laptop, and come home before the Supportive Husband has to leave to start his workday. He's self-employed and works out of the house, but today was a rare day where he had to be on-site at 9am.
Spend the morning alternately trying to work, answer IMs and e-mails, and cater to the whims of a sick and cranky two year old. Receive Toddler Wrath when I dare to queue up Signing Time on the DVR instead of WonderPets. Finally get him to eat his chewable Motrin three hours after I gave it to him. Rejoice when he goes down early for a nap. Rejoice when the Supportive Husband comes home for lunch.
Try to finish a few work tasks. Change into running clothes and head out into the cold and damp for a quick 2 miles around the 'hood. Get snowed on.
Blog furiously, and hope that I've got enough time to shower before the cranky toddler wakes up.
Net result:
No swim. No weights. Very little stretching. No podcasts while on the exercise bike. No errands. At least I got out in the fresh air, and got to watch the snow work its way over the mountains. Now I just have to cross my fingers that I don't come down with Max's cold.
Monday was a holiday, but I work Tues - Fri, so somewhere during the week, I get to use my 6 hrs of holiday time. So I planned to work a half day today, leave at lunch, go straight to the gym, go for a long swim, dry off, get on the bike for 20-30 min, then lift weights, etc. And still have time to shower, run an errand or two, and pick Max up from day care right after his nap, and possibly go for a walk with him in the stroller. This is pretty much my ideal day. I've been daydreaming about it since last week.
The reality:
Awaken in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of Max coughing up a hairball. Realize that the little cold and cough he'd been nursing since the weekend had turned into a bad cold and cough. Realize that I can't send him to school in good conscience. Formulate plan to drive to work super-early, grab laptop, and come home before the Supportive Husband has to leave to start his workday. He's self-employed and works out of the house, but today was a rare day where he had to be on-site at 9am.
Spend the morning alternately trying to work, answer IMs and e-mails, and cater to the whims of a sick and cranky two year old. Receive Toddler Wrath when I dare to queue up Signing Time on the DVR instead of WonderPets. Finally get him to eat his chewable Motrin three hours after I gave it to him. Rejoice when he goes down early for a nap. Rejoice when the Supportive Husband comes home for lunch.
Try to finish a few work tasks. Change into running clothes and head out into the cold and damp for a quick 2 miles around the 'hood. Get snowed on.
Blog furiously, and hope that I've got enough time to shower before the cranky toddler wakes up.
Net result:
No swim. No weights. Very little stretching. No podcasts while on the exercise bike. No errands. At least I got out in the fresh air, and got to watch the snow work its way over the mountains. Now I just have to cross my fingers that I don't come down with Max's cold.
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