Workout – 30 minutes easy elliptical (this is taper time) and 20 minutes of leg strength:
Plie squats with shoulders
I don’t think I’ve been this excited to go to the gym at 5:30 am in quite awhile. what could this be? the stellar terrific run I had yesterday? the run that quite possibly still has me high on endorphins and loving every little miniscule part of life? even butterflies. and poopy diapers. ok not poopy diapers. dislike. or my two year old who is trying to eat me alive today with terrible screaming fits. I love him. but dislike the very inconvenient meltdown tantrums in the middle of whole foods. pretty sure I could live without that. but loving every other part of life.
I am really very excited that I ran yesterday and am walking to tell about it today. I absolutely don’t feel perfect. My right leg is tight, but not ‘splinty’. that makes me want to sing and dance. especially considering I ran a marathon just over a week ago. if there was ‘splinty leg’ to be had, it would for sure be happening right now. that’s my theory. so the fact that it just feels tight and not holy crap I can’t walk without it hurting, makes me feel pretty darn good. REST DOES A BODY GOOD!
I could use more rest for that leg, for sure. and I will rest it until Saturday. then I will continue to rest it for a bit after that. but then I have a half marathon one month later that I LOVE TO RUN. my favorite half marathon. not because it’s the only half I have run besides the horrid colchester hills this past february. my heart belongs to Ironhorse. there is nothing spectacular or exciting about this half. just that it works well for me. and I want to rock it this year. back when I was planning my races and the projected outcome of each one for the year, this was going to be a big half PR race. BUT, lesson learned from my personal Gansett nightmare – I will definitely adjust my goals accordingly depending on how I feel leading up to it. I don’t need to have another complete meltdown half way through the race and start hyperventilating in a sobbing mess. what? that didn’t happen at gansett. you’re crazy.
that’s all there is to it. I love to run. I love to challenge myself. I love to push the line. I have lost my mental edge a little bit these past couple months. and I felt it big time in my last race. maybe it’s because the running has been lacking in a major way. maybe it’s because I haven’t been pushing myself everyday. whatever it is, my little run yesterday gave me a taste again for running hard. I want to, need to, hold on to that. especially this weekend. big goals, or little goals, make it work. push it hard. make it happen. give it your best everytime. and everytime it will get easier. i think. that’s my plan anyway. feel free to join me.
Alright all of you Twitter Tweeple. tweeple. I’m so witty. and so original. i’m sure NO ONE has every used that word before. anyway you lovely tweeps tweeting out there – I’m in. I did it for you, FitFluential. They told me I could let you peeps know this, I have been accepted as a FitFluential Ambassador! Yay!
Ok, I’m not exactly 100% certain yet what that means, but hopefully it means some very good things for YOU and ME in the future. I’m still crossing my T’s and dotting my i’s with them, but this should be fun.
That is why you will see the little “follow me on twitter” button over yonder in the sidebar. nothing fancy because nothing on this free blogspace of mine is fancy. yet. and I am pretty clueless about the in’s and out’s of twitter, so please bear with me as I learn. so if you ‘follow’ me, be kind to any silly ‘tweets’ that make their way out into the twitter world. It’s a big big world out there, all that Twitter stuff. kinda crazy. kinda funny.
I am in the countdown mode to Nashville. This is going to be a lot more work to ‘prep’ for this race – in more than just getting myself ready to run. I think it will be good for me to run COMPLETELY 100% outside of my comfort zone.
I’m bringing my two little girls with me. and my mom. I need backup. and leaving the boys at home. the little girls don’t know about the trip yet. this was more self-preservation of my sanity than anything. I do want them to be surprised, but I really didn’t want them packing for a month and asking me every 5 minutes for 3 weeks, when are we going to nashville??? so, they won’t know where we are going until 5:00am on Friday morning when they are pulled from their slumber to get to the airport. so fun.
Lots of prep for this. like I said. make sure the boys are all set. make sure the girls are all set with a gazillion activities to keep them busy on the plane.
This is going to be a busy week. especially since I am still busy with bday celebrations – tonight, tomorrow and Thursday night. quite the social calendar I have this week. and evenings are really when most of my ‘stuff’ gets done because the days are pretty shot with kid stuff.
my getting to bed by 9pm everynight this week plan might not pan out so well. I will do my best.
I will also do my best to stay away from Lululemon this week and avoid the I must buy a new marathon outfit crazy talk. I promise. I will do my best.
I will also do my best to keep up on the blog this week. it may be tough. but, now you can keep up with me on twitter! as soon as I figure out how to do that.
I will also do my best not to go crazy figuring out pace calculations and other pre-race mental stuff I do. this is going to be a nice race. nice.
I will also do my best to ice, compress, roll. ice, compress, roll. repeat.
and I will do my best to keep my happy/life is good/go with the flow/anything is possible/dream big work hard attitude. and you should too. go for a run if you can’t find it. it might be out on the road somewhere. or hiding behind a bush, so don’t be afraid to take a potty break if you need to.
that’s it for me.
Luke is outside somewhere. maybe trying to find his happiness. I hope he finds it. for my sake. and I need to go find him. and I must feed the children. doing my job.
Who’s on Twitter???
Who has run a Rock and Roll marathon before?
When do you get most of your busy/housework stuff done?