Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Crock Pot Incident

So I dropped a crock pot on my foot yesterday. Yep. A crock pot. How did it happen, you ask? Well......

I was up at the crack of dawn trying to throw together some dinner early since Tuesdays are always so busy. I'm walking from the cabinet to the sink, crock pot in hands, and I see on my phone that I've got 32 emails. 32!!!! So, very strategically, I balance the crock pot in one hand and check emails with the other. Why did I not just sit it on the counter? I have no idea. But next thing I know the crock pot is falling, I'm screaming, and the profanities begin. It's like 5:30am so everyone was asleep. Asleep until I woke them up with my craziness. Grant ran in to see what happened. I was in that I CAN'T TALK, I CAN JUST PACE BACK IN FORTH GRUNTING phase. But eventually everyone realized I wasn't dying and went back to bed.

It looks so much better today. The swelling has gone down and I can move it back and forth. So I don't think I broke it. It just hurts when I wear a shoe. I guess I'll go shoeless for a while. I'm sure work will love that.

For those who saw it yesterday, this is sooooo much of an improvement.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Quote of the Week

"You have to forget your last marathon before you try another. Your mind can't know what's coming."

Frank Shorter


Sunday, March 28, 2010

Enjoying the run

So I ran my long miles yesterday with the TEAM. 6 miles. I'm training for Heels and Hills Half Marathon on May 2nd. Yep, that's right. I just completed my 2nd half 2 weeks ago and I'm already training again. But really, does the training ever stop? You complete one, then move on to the next one. I just think that's the way it's gonna be from now on.

My girlfriends got up early this morning (Sunday) to do their long miles. I find myself wishing I was out there with them. Even though this is a rest day for me. Even though I've done my miles already. I just want to run. Partly, because it's like therapy when you run with good friends. And partly because I just want to run.

It's funny how it happened. Me enjoying the actual running part. I've always enjoyed the accomplishment. And the time with friends. And the new friends I've made. But I never really enjoyed the running part. It hurt. And I was tired. And most of the time I wanted to stop. But I've stopped hurting, I'm hardly ever tired, and never need to stop. Now, I long for the run. I find myself thinking about it all day. Strange.

I think this has happened because a combination of things....I have worked on my form so much that most of my pain has gone away. I faithfully do my strengthening exercises, and I eat and hydrate like a crazy person. Probably my changes in the way I eat and hydrate have helped the most physically. But mentally...I've gotten out of my own head. I'm no longer competing against anyone but myself. Not that anyone was actually competing against me but I was them. And it's made a world of difference. I think competition is good. I was just competing against the wrong person.

It's a crazy thing letting go....

Friday, March 26, 2010

Running crazy...

How can a pair of new running shoes make a person so happy? Shoes, I might add, that are exactly like the old ones. I don't know but I find myself smiling when I look at them.

Another example of crazy...

Monday, March 22, 2010

Quote of the Week

"I'm going to work so that it's a pure guts race at the end, and if it is, I am the only one who can win it."

Steve Prefontaine

Monday, March 15, 2010

Gotta step it up a notch

Yesterday was my 2nd Half Marathon. I was terrified. Seriously. I was not ready. Not prepared. I didn't get my training miles in. And the long miles I did get in were painful and hard. Again, I was terrified. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

It's hard to be out there that long and not be prepared. Hard. And I couldn't seem to look at it as a run I was just going to have "fun" with. Really, who CAN do that? It's not fun when you are not prepared. Again, hard.

So anyway, I don't know how it happened and I won't give you a mile by mile play by play but I felt great. From my first step to my last step. Great. It really was the strangest thing. I started running and just didn't stop. I did everything right. Took my Gel exactly when I was supposed too. Stayed hydrated. It was amazing. I was in shock. I keep waiting for the pain to set in. For the cramps to come. But they never did. Amazing.

The last 2 miles were my fastest. Crazy. I realized I was in reach of a 2:15 finish time. So I ran. Hard. Unfortunately, not hard enough - 2:16:45. So I was disappointed. I know it sounds nuts. I felt great. Made a new PR. But still disappointed. I wanted that 2:15 SO BAD!

So what do I do now? I start training again. Heels and Hills Half Marathon is on May 2nd. 7 weeks away. And what's my new goal?! 2:10 PEOPLE!! 2:15 seems to be really attainable so I've gotta step it up a notch.


Dallas Rock 'N' Roll Half Marathon benefiting Susan G. Komen


I didn't wear my Team In Training purple yesterday. I was pink all the way. These 13.1 miles were dedicated to my SIL Amy Watkins. The pain. The fear. The race. The finish line. It's all minor compared to Amy's fight. Her race.







Wednesday, March 10, 2010

When did you realize you were a runner?

So I was reading this blog post on Runner’s World The Loop (running forum) yesterday. I’m sad to say that I waste a good portion of my day reading (and posting) about other people’s trials and tribulations on The Loop. Don’t judge.

Anyway, there was a post that caught my eye. ”What makes YOU a runner?” There were 50 or more responses. All so different yet all the same. The basic jest - we (runners) plan our lives around our running. It may be small plans or large ones but a plan just the same.

Is that what makes me a runner? Is it because I no longer make plans for Friday nights because I have a long run on Saturday mornings? Or is it that I drink half my weight in water everyday so I will always be hydrated? Or that I never put any food into my body now without thinking how it will affect my run? Or that I come home from work and immediately change into running clothes? Or maybe that I traded a really awesome date night with my husband for a new pair of running shoes (and was happy with my choice)? Or that I have a race this weekend and I’m already planning the next one?

Sure. I think all of the above makes me a runner. But mostly I think what makes me a runner, is that I run. Plain and simple.

The more important question is “When did you realize you were a runner?” It kind of sneaks up on you. But I know the moment. The exact moment. Do you? Mine was during an 8 mile run. 8 miles doesn’t seem like much now but at the time it was like the whole world. And I ran it. And I felt great. And I felt even better when I was done. I was a runner.

That’s when I knew. WHEN DID YOU KNOW??

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Black Nubbins

So it's gorgeous outside today. Beautiful weather. Flip Flop weather. FLIP FLOP WEATHER! What am I going to do? I can't wear flip flops! I have no real toenails anymore. Well, that's not true. They are real. Just a deformed version of their former selves. A black version. A stumped version.

Sooooo today I spent an hour painting my black nubbins. Yes, an hour. That's how long it took. And they look OK...kind of. If you are really far away from them. Or really nearsighted.