Well, hello Monday afternoon. How the heck did we get back here so fast?!? I hit ‘publish’ on Friday’s post and have been going nonstop since…including a little mountain climbing action on Saturday morning…
It was a tough one. All in a day’s work. That was only part of the workout. I did a repeat of the wannabe Saturday long run that’s nothing like a long run but mentally makes me feel an eency weency teency bit more prepared for what’s coming in less than 12 days, and the fact that I am not going to be running until then. that kind of long run. my last non long run before Gansett.
So I climbed Kilimanjaro, because it looked rough and tough. I came out on the other side. unscathed. I survived. Here’s what my whole workout looked like on Saturday…
Happy to report that I had ZERO shin pain. granted, I did not set foot on a treadmill, or even think about running for fear of my little shins getting upset. but, last weeks non long run cardio hop did bother my shinnikins just a tad. so it was reassuring that I had NO PAIN at all on Saturday doing those blasted cardio machines. and I’m pretty sure I am now labeled at the gym as the girl who escaped from the loony bin and does 2 and a 1/2 hours of cardio on a Saturday morning. what, 2 and a 1/2 hours of cardio doesn’t sound like a rockin’ good time to you? you’re crazy. it’s a rager. It actually wasn’t that bad. I really could have used another 45 minutes to get in a few more “miles” and get some strength training in, but this silly thing called my family needed me to participate in Saturday’s activities, such as birthday party pickups and child rearing.
This would be why my shin pain lingers, all in the name of being a mom….because I go straight from a workout to running around all over creation and chasing little people and not icing or stretching or rolling. there’s just not time for the workout and the TLC to happen all at once. I put off the important stuff until that evening. this is better than nothing, but all I wanted to do was immediately throw some ice on those bad boys. not in the plan.
Happy day, the hubs and I ditched those kids for a night. what a treat. My preggo sister and her hubs dutifully took care of the kidlings so we could go down to the shore for the evening. We got a deal on a bed and breakfast. We literally get 24 hours from start to finish. that’s about all anyone can handle of those little cherubs. and we kind of do start missing those little crazies. we hightailed it outta the house Saturday afternoon and headed down to the B&B. Hubs picked out a restaurant called Liv’s Oyster Bar, and it was FANTASTIC. we are both big seafood lovers, so this was perfect. I really didn’t pay much attention when I was packing, so it was a surprise to me what I was wearing. I put on whatever ended up in my bag. some sort of completely uninspiring sweater/wrap thing, but the shoes were cute.
I actually took some pics of the tasty food that was consumed, for your drooling pleasure. and the tasty drink that I consumed. if there is any sort of peartini on the drink list, it’s mine. this was delish.
anything fried is a homerun in my book. I don’t really care what’s inside. pretty sure it was oysters. but who really knows.
shrimp cocktail is also a favorite. I think each shrimp only cost about $5. what a bargain.
Some fish and gnocchi (love that doughy, potato goodness), and scallop pasta. all of my favorite things in one meal. does life get better than that.
oh, it does. dessert. yum.
Because we really know how to party and wanted to cram in as much fun as possible on our night away, we were on our phones at dinner finding out when the next showing of ‘Hunger Games’ was. We wanted to make sure we got there in plenty of time to catch all of the trailers and to get the best seats in the house. we got there approximately 37 minutes early. in case you are wondering, that’s plenty of time to get the best seats and not miss any trailers.
That’s how you have a fancy fun evening out without any kids. done and back home by 1pm on Sunday.
Just in time for me to have some bonding time with Jillian. it’s been awhile Jillian. I was taking Sunday as a rest day, and thought Ripped in 30 would be the perfect complement to a rest day. she kicked my booty. I did week 3 and half of week 4. hurt so good. I’m not a huge fan of the pump you up inspirational mumbo jumbo she shouts at you the whole time – but she said one thing at the end, that made me feel like, oh, Jillian, you are speaking right to me, aren’t you? I get you now, Jillian.
I would like to share this little tidbit that spoke my running love language…
‘When you think you don’t have more, that’s when you need to fight’
so true J girl, so true. and this is what I need to keep remembering. in everything. especially with this upcoming race. pretty darn sure I tell myself at the end that I don’t have more. instead of stopping there and getting defeated – I’ve gotta find the fight. and that’s exactly what my hubs tells me I’m lacking in the end (in the nicest, you are so fast and strong and capable and beautiful, kind of way). the fight. I’m going to find it. good stuff JM. that is why she makes the big bucks. and why I do not.
This is one little exercise that I was excited to see in Runner’s World that I am going to incorporate into my next round of training. It’s called a Float Workout. It helps you find the fight and keep it.
If someone passes me, I tend to lose it. and the gap grows between me and that person. and I can’t get it back. this speedwork is designed to help you get that surge of energy to push it faster when you are already going race pace, to shorten that distance between you and whoever is trying to take your spot. yes, they are trying to take your spot. I am highly competitive. I don’t want to let them take my spot anymore.
In the speedwork – your ‘recovery’ jog is not really a jog, it’s just slightly slower than the speed interval. very interesting. It teaches your body to move the lactate out of your muscles, so that during the real deal, you aren’t fatigued when you need to give it an extra push to get ahead or lessen the gap. here are a couple versions of this…
sounds kind of grueling in a fun and challenging way. can’t wait.
go do it. have fun.
And here we are. today. still no running. still holding off until Wednesday. even though I feel really good. I think I am growing up. doing responsible things like making smart decisions about running so that I don’t destroy my legs and any chance of continuing to do this thing I love. I have run 3 times in the past 2 weeks. crazy. and I’m ok.
I did hang out on the stairmaster this morning for 45 minutes (7 miles, it tells me) with my girls Carrie and Ali.
While my little A girl couldn’t decide whether she wanted to go swimming or play soccer. when in doubt, don’t make decisions. do both.
I must say, Ali looks pretty fantastic. and she just ran a marathon and that’s what she says got her in great shape and got rid of 20 extra pounds! go her. I just love Carrie. I do. I actually bought that Self because I wanted to see what she had to say for herself. I’ve got country in my bones. can’t help it. and the SHAPE came in the mail. they just can’t quit me. they told me in many a piece of mail for months that they were cancelling my subscription if I didn’t pay. and look, there it still came. they must know it’s my birthday month and are being extra nice to me, because I celebrate all month. I’m so special.
My mom knows I celebrate all month too. and she brought me some fun little presents. she’s actually a day late, because today is the second day of the month, but I will forgive her – because one of the little presents was in the form of a cute little Lululemon gift card. there’s nothing better. I’m not kidding. not even chocolate. blasphemy, I know, but it’s true.
What a long, fun filled, short weekend – so much to chat about. much more to come that needs to be chatted about. new sneaks. that chicken chili recipe that I need to share with you. more fun running workouts. how it’s officially ok now to be tapering for a marathon, but the fact that I’ve been un-officially tapering for over a week stresses me out a bit, even though I know it was the best only thing to do. how sometimes decisions are made not because they want to be made but because they have to be made. and you hope that it all turns out ok in the end. that kind of stuff.
Now, I want to hear about YOU!
How were the races, friends?!?!
Any fun dining experiences?
Any fun workouts?
Any country music fans?
Official stats –
30th overall out of 625
3rd female out of 221
My stellar husband got up with tweedle dee at 5am, so I could sleep.
I slept until 6:30 when little cherub #3 came looking for me, and got to it. Of course I was not prepared and did not have coffee. Once again, aforementioned husband comes to the rescue with an iced coffee from the best little coffee shop this side of the Mississippi. or the Connecticut River. either one. This ensures things move on out smoothly before the race. That, combined with my staple pre-race breakfast.
quaker instant, flax, peanut butter. stick to your ribs breakfast
I usually add a little protein powder to the mix as well. I’ve been trying to get away from the pre-packaged oatmeal, and have been doing well with eating the real oats. but this was a special occasion. This is what I eat before any race. I was not going to mix it up today in the name of clean-er eating.
Typical morning followed – made breakfast for the crew – scrambled eggs, cereal, whatever else they demanded ordered asked for. I got myself ready. showered, makeup’d – I absolutely put on complete makeup before a race. it just so happens that I ran out of just about all of my makeup, and I have yet to replace most of it. the makeup today wasn’t super nice. but then again, I wasn’t going to walk the red carpet, so it wasn’t the end of the world.
This was the original wardrobe plan for the race:
decked out in lulu. those are the wunder under legging pants. not made for running specifically, but phenomenal. did not budge. and the only pants that go to my ankles. in love. will talk more about them in a lulu post. I may have bought some other things. that I could not live without.
I really liked the 10am start time. We didn’t leave the house until about 8:45, and we were still there pretty early. another thing I get crazy about – getting to the race with PLENTY of time. We were parked and unloaded by 9:15. I like to be on the early side. This gave me plenty of time to get myself to the little ladies room, and make sure my laces were tied and my pants were on. Last minute, I grabbed a long sleeve shirt and decided to change into it. It was REALLY windy out. the weatherman did not lie. the wind definitely came out to play today. I think it was about 40 degrees, but felt a lot colder because of the wind. I was happy I grabbed the shirt, but I would have been ok if I stuck with the short sleeve. I actually wished I had kept the short sleeve on about half way through, and then when the wind almost blew me sideways off the road, I was glad I had longsleeve.
don’t mind me. just digging in my goodie bag for my sport beans and my gu.
The night before the race, my husbands cousin decided he would run with me. This made me really happy. FYI- he runs a 2:50’s marathon and a sub 7hour, 50 mile ultramarathon. He has put in 90 miles this week, before the race. no big deal. and I also met up with another friend of mine that I didn’t know was running. happy day.
The race started right on time. 10am sharp. straight into the wind. I think it was about 25mph. no exaggeration. and the wind continued head on for probably about 75% of the race. The course was a big loop. Let me refresh you one more time on the elevation map of this course. because you have only seen it twice this week.
The hills definitely joined the half marathon party today. I could not imagine them away. I wasn’t even able to downplay them into smaller hills. They were every bit as horrible as they look in that map. I really try not to exaggerate, but I would dare say they were worse than they look. They were steep and there were a lot of them. Hills within hills. The race ended on a 2 mile climb with a significantly strong headwind. That many hills should not be allowed in one race.
I took my first powerade gel, I think it was tangerine, at mile 5. I’m surprised I didn’t gag it back up. I usually can’t do gu. This wasn’t horrible, but I try not to let it touch my tongue so that I don’t really have to taste it. I took sport beans around mile 11 – this was hard because they are just hard to chew and swallow without aspirating them into a lung. especially while I was chugging up a hill.
I was definitely the idiot who stopped running before I actually crossed the finish line. everybody was yelling at me to keep running the 15 feet to cross. I could have sworn that the mat I ran over 10 feet back was the finish line. apparently not.
The race was very well run, but very boring. and I don’t need to tell you again it was hilly. to put it mildly. there were no spectators and it was basically running on roads through the woods. there was a bit of it on dirt/rock roads. back country.
We bolted right after the race. There were no medals, no t-shirts, no rewards. Nothing. This was great. I really don’t need another race tshirt that I wont wear, or a medal that my kids will fight over. Unless I’m going to get 3 medals to pass out to the littles, I don’t really need it. It only cost $12 to run it, and it’s a not-for-profit race. I think there was a lot of food for those who stuck around, but after running and my husband trucking the kids around, we were ready to go -after a nice little shot with my cheering crew. It took a few to get a half decent one. no one wants to look at the camera at the same time.
this is just a hot mess. and get a load of that forehead vein. in full force today.
missing Alex. hello again vein.
as good as it gets
The nice thing about a half, is that you still have the rest of the day. to not relax, go to birthday parties, play with children and go to the 99 for dinner. My first choice was Red Robin, but the 99 was closer. 99 won.
I got a nice cobb salad, hold the bacon dressing on the side. good stuff. I really don’t have too much of an appetite after a long run.
and now I am replenishing the muscles with a nice big bag of these. and some dark chocolate.
After the race, my husband asked me, “So, what did you learn???” I like this question. As with anything we do in life, there are things to be learned. About life, about the particular thing we are doing at the time. About ourselves. Growth can happen. growing is good. I love to run. I love the introspection and life reflection that comes with it. I love how it allows me to dig in and figure out what drives me or what doesn’t drive me. I love the physical challenge of it. I love the results, physical, emotional, spiritual, mental. This run kind of kicked off my racing for the year. I was excited about this. I have 49 days until my first marathon. I have A LOT of work to do to get sub 3. This is good to delve into my thoughts and figure out what’s going on with me. Here is what I have come up with so far, to answer my husbands question.
Physical – hills are hard. I respect the hill. I am going to run a lot more hills. Physically, I conquered the hills today. I took the challenge of this hilly race, and finished it. Physically, I am capable of a lot more than my mind lets me believe. I felt great at the end of the run. My legs felt good, my breathing was good. I had no knee pain, or pain anywhere. This made me very happy. I think one of my underlying concerns is always injury. I’m always afraid that the next run or the next race will end in injury. Physically, I am strong. I want to get stronger to help prevent injury, and I can put that fear to rest. I have also put on about 10 lbs since my last race in the fall. 10lbs fell from the sky and landed on my hips. I am a female and my body kind of does what it wants. I call it my winter weight and my I’m almost 30, I have little control over my weight, weight. I was probably about 3-5 lbs under an ideal racing weight this past fall, but I felt good. Now, I feel I am about 5 lbs above an ideal racing weight, for me, and was having anxiety leading up to this run about how it would effect my running. I got rid of the scale. Out of the house. I have plans to do a post on this topic on it’s own, but this was something I was holding onto leading up to this run. Regardless of the 5 or 10 extra lbs, physically, I felt great today.
Mental – I have a great respect for the power of the mind over the body. My husband said that my biggest challenge is not running a certain time, but overcoming the mental boundaries that I let determine my physical capabilities. I wanted to win today. I also wanted to PR. My last marathon PR was a totally flat, fast, ideal weather race. I thought it would have been a challenge to PR today. It also would have been a challenge to win. I wanted to win more. Today, at mile 5, a woman passed me. She was no more than 10 seconds ahead of me at any given time. She won. In the last half mile, another girl passed me up the last hill. She got 2nd place. I got 3rd. 14 seconds behind her. At some point between starting the race and mile 11, I let my desire to win go. Getting a PR was enough. And I am beyond happy that I took over 1 minute off my previous flat half, on an unbelievable hilly, cold, windy race course. That is a success. But I still let something else go that was within reach because my mind was stronger than what I knew I could physically accomplish. I do this over and over – I am ok with 2nd, or 3rd. I don’t want to be. I look at the results and grow increasingly aggravated that I didn’t push it harder at the end. 26 seconds between me and first place. That’s less than 1/10 of a mile. I let my mind settle for something less than I am capable of doing. Last year, I wanted to run a sub 1:30 half. So I ran a 1:29:36. For the race today, I wanted to PR, by running less than a 1:29. I ran a 1:28:26. I let my mind limit my body. Those are the results below for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place women. I’m on the bottom. I don’t want to be that close and be at the bottom. I want to be on the top. I can do it. I need to stop letting my mind get in the way.
27 1007 Katie Libby F 1/35 F3034 1/221 33 1:28:00.19 6:44
29 378 Molly Evak F 1/30 F2529 2/221 29 1:28:12.12 6:44
30 187 Katie Edwards F 2/30 F2529 3/221 29 1:28:26.59 6:46
Emotional – there is a process to everything. I guess I still kind of consider myself a ‘new’ runner, just starting to move out of the ‘new’ stage. I didn’t seriously start running until after I had Luke. I ran before, but I didn’t put the time into it like I have in the past 2 years. I have run more races in the past 6 or 7 months than I think I have run in the previous 3 years total. I am still figuring out how to run and what works for me. I definitely go into races, especially these smaller ones, wanting to win, or at least win age group. I think it is going to take a certain amount of time and some races under my belt until I figure out how to really want it. Like I said above, I tend to settle into certain goals, play it safe and let certain goals go when someone passes me on a race, and default to the next best while the first one is right within reach. It’s going to take a certain number of 2nd, 3rd and 4th places until I’ve had enough of that and find the push to take more. I’m in the process. I think we are all in the process of something. whether it’s actually the running, or the working out, or the job, or the family – whatever it is. We are always figuring it out and getting ready to take it to the next step. I have 49 days to keep training for the next race, physically and mentally. running is not my life, but it makes up part of my life, and it is important to me. Running certainly helps balance the other parts of what makes me move and groove.
I’m always happy with the race. satisfied. on a runner’s high all day from running well. As the day goes on after a race, and I reflect on how it went, I quickly realize there was more to give. satisfied is not enough for me. This is why I run. It’s always a challenge – in many ways. After I finished today, my daughter runs up to me and says, ‘Mom, you won!’ I said well, I got 3rd place for the women, and that’s great. She said, ‘yeah, you won, you got 3rd place!’ and she’s right. I ran. I finished. I won. It’s always a win when you run, and you finish. no matter what the place. It’s always a win when you get out there and do something. find in yourself what your winning something is and make it happen.
I would love to hear about your race stories and personal wins! Race season is coming up and I’m sure a lot of you have races coming. Feel free to share, and I would love to mention you on the blog! Also, feel free to email if you would like to read about a certain topic or have questions you want answered.
What is your biggest challenge in running?
16 miles on the treadmill. 1 hr 58 minutes. varying speed and incline. this run was so all over the place, I don’t even know where to begin. I made the bright decision to take it to the tread today. the weather was just atrocious for outdoor running. sunny, beautiful, 45 degrees. CT in January. my goodness. who the heck wants to run outside in that? not me. that’s for darn sure. that sounds like pure torture. running inside on the treadmill for 16 miles is a MUCH smarter, funner (it is a word when you live with little people), happier way to run.
ok. I did have good reason to run on the treadmill. it was a little bit chilly outside. not buying that one? how about this. I had already put it in my head that I was going to do the 16 on the treadmill. then the weather decided to cooperate. but my mind was set. and it’s hard to change this lady’s mind once it’s set on something. another reason…I’ve been doing most of my running on the treadmill. switching gears for me is a very hard thing to do. keeping it on the treadmill gear was just fine. #3 reason was that I wanted to listen to music. I’m just starting to enjoy some country pandora while I run, and I’m not comfortable actually holding the iPhone while I run outside, when I can just put it on the treadmill, inside. (after listening to country for 2 hours – I’ve learned you can solve all the world’s problems with an ice cold beer, and an old pickup truck. maybe a girl in a red dress. easy peasy) #4, same thing with my agua. I wanted to drink it while I ran, but did not want to actually hold the bottle. treadmill is good for something again. treadmill it was.
Miles 1-6, 8mph, 1% incline and alternated 4%, 5%, 6% incline for the last 1/4 mile of every mile.
Miles 7-16, 8mph-8.5mph, 1-2% incline.
For reference, running 16 miles on a treadmill is about as boring as watching paint dry. or copying the dictionary. take that back. copying the dictionary is way more fun and entertaining.
My stoic look after running for 2 hours on the treadmill. where am I? how did I get here? how do I get home?
I’m pretty sure people were looking at me funny. The treadmill only goes for 60 minutes. then I switched treadmills and started her up again. Has anyone done a really long run on a treadmill and felt like people were staring like get this girl a doctor she has clearly lost her mind. can’t wait until I do 20 on the treadmill and have to restart it twice:-) that’ll be fun.
I actually felt great, physically. my legs were good. my knees were good. the only thing that wasn’t great was my stomach. whatever I had eaten way too close to my run beforehand was definitley not digested and kept trying to make an appearance for the first 10 miles. then is finally settled. like a rock in my colon. that was equally not fun. and I just decided I do not like that word colon. kind of like the word moist. won’t use that again. weird. moving on.
I was most excited to see these two things when I got home – my red sweatshirt, nice and clean. and my iced coffee. awwwww. so good. I’m always excited to jump into my sweats when I get home. but I’m super flipping excited to do it after a long workout. and a nice shower.
the tough thing about coming home to 3 kids after running 16 miles, is that you are coming home to 3 kids after running 16 miles. I guess ideally, I would love to make myself some nice food, like a salad or something, and sit for a minute. or at least think for a minute about what I would like to do. nope. those 3 kids need to eat IMMEDIATELY. and they need a diaper change IMMEDIATELY. and they need to cut and glue and staple every piece of paper IMMEDIATELY, and put on a ballet show and sing and dance as soon as I walk in the door. I grab wildly at whatever food I can find. don’t care if it’s crusty pb&j from lunch 3 hours ago. just feed me. something. then I get the shower and the nice cozy clothes. ahhhhh.
I took the girls on a no boys allowed they have cooties dinner (Luke was sleeping and Davey was more than happy to watch a movie in a quiet house for an hour) to Chipotle. I had an intense craving for Chipotle and heads would roll if I didn’t get there. we got there and I made the poor decision of adding carnitas to my burrito bowl. why would I do that? I don’t even know what carnitas is. I would have been perfectly happy with my usual beans and rice veggie bowl. It must have been all that protein talk earlier in the day the got me all confused and feeling like I had to add meat to my veggie bowl. I had to ask the guy what it was at the checkout. turns out it’s some sort of pulled pork. maybe I should have asked before I requested it for dinner. not going to do that again. veggies please.
The girls were happy with their bean, rice, quesedilla dinner. they were happier with their “spicy water” – aka club soda to normal folk.
And I thought it would be fun and exciting to sugar the kids up before bed. WHO WANTS TO GO TO TCBY?!?! ok ok. we’ll go.
Luke went after that froyo like it was the last cup of froyo on earth. Not even sure what ended up in that cup. trying to get 3 kids through a self serve froyo line – not as easy peasy lemon squeezy as you think. I apologize to everyone who was behind us in line. I did my best to keep their precious little fingers out of the cookie dough and strawberries. I’m confident they didn’t sneeze or cough on the goods. that I can tell you. but I’m only human.
and that’s all she wrote! ’twas a good day. any day that ends with frozen yogurt must be a good day. Looking forward to a rest day tomorrow. yeehaw.
What’s your favorite frozen yogurt place/and topping?
I like TCBY, but it’s not the same as when I was a kid. I’m so excited friends of ours are opening a new FroYo place in my town called SweetFrogs – anyone heard of that? I got the cake batter tonight – did not enjoy it. So I kept steeling bites of Anna’s chocolate. she didn’t like that.
What is your favorite food after a long run/hard workout?
Is everyone relaxing on Sunday, or is it a long run/workout kind of a day?
Workout – long run, took it to the treadmill because this is what the scary outdoors looks like –
I don’t do cold. I most definitely don’t do cold and snow. 13.1 treadmill miles, 1-2% incline. 92 min. The plan was to run 14 – but I had to be home by 9am. I figured I would make it a half marathon and maybe get the other .9 in later today. right. 😉
It is official. I do have the best husband in the world. I did marry the right person. 6:15 this morning, first words out of his mouth when we both got up – it just started snowing, go to the gym now and get your 14 miles in!! NOW!!! – be still my heart, I love this man. there are no othe words I want to hear at that hour.
I scootched my hiney out the door and got my butt to the gym. didn’t even think twice about how I was about to run 14 miles on an empty stomach and that might not be a great idea. hubs texted me about 1/2 an hour into my run to see if I could be home by 9 so he could out and plow snow. no problemo. I’m the happiest girl in the world right now running on the treadmill. I picked up my pace, but knew I wasn’t going to make 14 miles. I’m usually all about round numbers, but I also like 13.1 because it’s a half marathon. so I stopped at 13.1. job done. on with the day.
Post run. happy endorphins flowing.
had this waiting for me in my car. I’ve never had these, but they were on sale. pretty good for an on the go, post run snack. I like to stuff my face immediately after I run. especially a long run. and then again about 30 minutes later. and every hour thereafter. works for me.
Lots happened in the 2 hours I was gone…
Luke ate half a bag of fiber one cereal – about 250% his daily value of fiber. this should be interesting.
fiber child also broke my camera. looking on the bright side, it didn’t take the most quality of pictures ( it was NOT my horrible photography skills that made every picture blurry), so now I have to buy a new one.
I made pumpkin pancakes when I got home. I found them on THIS BLOG– the kidlings seemed to like them. I thought they were delightful. I also thought standing at the stove for an hour sounded delightful, too because I doubled the recipe. lotsa batter. not gonna do that again.
I don’t know what it is about snowy days that make me want to bake every type of delicious cookie and brownie that comes to mind. was hoping the pumpkin pancakes would satisfy my need to create. they didn’t. too bad I don’t have any ingredients for anything except a 2/3 gone back of semi-sweet chocolate chips. that’s not gonna get me very far. might have to take a trip to the store. in the snow. desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ll let you know if I come up with anything good. don’t hold your breath.
We have a birthday party to go to this afternoon and hopefully a nice quiet night of foam rolling and maybe some icing. One of my favorite things is spontaneous get togethers with friends that force me out of making dinner. such a thing happened last night. beautiful. our neighbors came over and we ordered Thai food. I’m hoping for such a thing to happen again tonight. if not – pumpkin pancakes for dinner. I have about 40 of them.
What is your favorite post run snack/meal?
Do you like pancakes?
What is the best news you could hear on a Saturday morning?
Workout: 8 mile treadmill run, 1.5% incline, 6:45 min/mile avg pace + 2 miles on elliptical = 10 miles
I get VERY excited for my Saturday workout. Like really really excited. Pathetic, I know. D man goes hunting early and I shoot out the door as soon as he walks in. My weekday workouts are usually shorter and rushed because I don’t have the time. I don’t always get to do the workout I want, just what I have time for. But Saturday. I look forward to it alllllll week. I can take my time. Do what I want. Glorious.
Some weekends, such as this one, if I’m REALLY lucky, I get TWO good workouts. No church tomorrow=nothing going on ALL day=me and the gym have another HOT date. Life does not get better than that my friends.
On Saturdays, I rarely do the workout I have in mind – but not because I don’t have time. The plan today was to get in at least 12 miles. The issue again was the knee. Really does seem to have a mind of its own. Lets name it. We’ll call it “lefty”. I’m cruising along just fine and dandy – BAM. Mile 6, lefty has had enough. Made it to 8 miles and called it. Gave it a little stretching TLC. Threw in a quick strength circuit, then jumped on the elliptical to make it a 10 mile day.
Close up of the pink sneaks for your viewing pleasure. I get at least 3 compliments every time I wear them to the gym. Totally worth the $48 I spent on them. Even if I am cheating on my Kinvara’s.
I’ll fill you in on all of my new years resolutions that I’ve made and already broken tomorrow. Until then, this is probably what my New Year’s Eve will look like…
sitting on the couch watching “Inception” or “Bridesmaids” for the 18th time. As long as the chickadees are soundly sleeping – I’m a happy girl:)
HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!!!!!