Attempted five times to get up for a run this morning. Initially it was the shooting pain from my ankle that got to me... but after hitting that snooze button half a dozen times my lack of enthusiasm to leave the most comfortable bed in the planet got the best of me.
After work I was determined to release some energy and committed myself to leaving for my run by 8PM. Then decided NY style pizza was a good choice for dinner. Ate - iced my ankle and left for my run.
Man, was pizza a bad choice.
I hate to keep going back to my youth.. but in high school my sports superlatives always had something to do with food. I was one of those kids who could eat a double cheeseburger and then go out for a three hour practice and never know the difference. Not anymore.
Completed 4 miles in 36 minutes. A personal worst. Woops.
This run did help me discover one thing - a good way to pace yourself is through your music. While a pre-game ritual for me may be listening to the dirtiest rap songs I can find. A good long-distance run requires some quality Alternative music. Just a thought.
Song of the Day: Manhattan - Kings of Leon
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
WEEK ONE... what a bust!
DAY TWO
Woke up at 5 - Dad called me crazy. Realized the last time I was up at this hour I had yet to go to bed. Man, do I miss Blacksburg. While jogging down the same streets I had walked on after sneaking out of my house in high school, I realized how fearless I had been in my youth (hardy, har, har). But seriously, somehow in high school I managed to sneak out every weekend and have no fear of one - getting caught and two - getting kidnapped. My entire run I jumped into the middle of the road at the slightest noise - heck, even the shadow of my pony tail swaying back and forth gave me the heebie jeebies.
The middle two miles of my run were the best... I jammed out to my iPod and then realized that I am not alone in this world and people can see me dancing. YIKES!
The last mile had me questioning if I was ever going to be able to turn four miles into 26.2. This same thought resonated while at happy hour with my friend, Maya, who is running the Marine Corps Marathon this fall. She asked if I ever wanted to go on a distance run.. is that a joke?! I can barely make my standard loop.
Song of the Day: Driving me Crazy - Sam Adams
... The Rest of the Week...
The rest of the week can be summed up as R.I.C.E. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. My ankle was so swollen from spraining it last week and attempting to run on it I decided it would be wise to give it a rest. This lack of exercise did not serve me well at happy hour as I spilled an entire drink on myself, dead sober, due to my inability to sit still.
DAY SIX
Went to Potomac River Runners in Reston to buy a pair of shoes. If you haven't visited this store yet - it is awesome. They help you find the perfect shoe by putting you on a treadmill and watching you run. I walked out of the store with a pair of Nike Zoom Structure Triax+ 13, the Nike+iPod trainer and a fresh pair of socks.
Everyone I know that runs marathons swears by their shoes and their socks. Pretty logical if you ask me - two investments I am willing to make to save myself the pain after going the distance.
DAY SEVEN
Today was the first day in my new kicks. I love them. It felt like I was running on air. I realized half my battle in this marathon is going to be the ability to pace myself. I have never been too solid in that area. I once got a B in Gym class because I ran a 7.30 mile and I was supposed to be pacing myself at 9 minutes. Anyway, the first mile I did this morning was at a 7-minute mile pace. Needless to say I have not run that time since I was a high school athlete. After that first mile I had to walk for about a quarter of a mile - then forcing myself to pay more attention to my pace so I could continue running the rest of the distance.
Song of the Day: Sex is on Fire - Kings of Leon
Passionately Pink,
Christy
Woke up at 5 - Dad called me crazy. Realized the last time I was up at this hour I had yet to go to bed. Man, do I miss Blacksburg. While jogging down the same streets I had walked on after sneaking out of my house in high school, I realized how fearless I had been in my youth (hardy, har, har). But seriously, somehow in high school I managed to sneak out every weekend and have no fear of one - getting caught and two - getting kidnapped. My entire run I jumped into the middle of the road at the slightest noise - heck, even the shadow of my pony tail swaying back and forth gave me the heebie jeebies.
The middle two miles of my run were the best... I jammed out to my iPod and then realized that I am not alone in this world and people can see me dancing. YIKES!
The last mile had me questioning if I was ever going to be able to turn four miles into 26.2. This same thought resonated while at happy hour with my friend, Maya, who is running the Marine Corps Marathon this fall. She asked if I ever wanted to go on a distance run.. is that a joke?! I can barely make my standard loop.
Song of the Day: Driving me Crazy - Sam Adams
... The Rest of the Week...
The rest of the week can be summed up as R.I.C.E. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. My ankle was so swollen from spraining it last week and attempting to run on it I decided it would be wise to give it a rest. This lack of exercise did not serve me well at happy hour as I spilled an entire drink on myself, dead sober, due to my inability to sit still.
DAY SIX
Went to Potomac River Runners in Reston to buy a pair of shoes. If you haven't visited this store yet - it is awesome. They help you find the perfect shoe by putting you on a treadmill and watching you run. I walked out of the store with a pair of Nike Zoom Structure Triax+ 13, the Nike+iPod trainer and a fresh pair of socks.
Everyone I know that runs marathons swears by their shoes and their socks. Pretty logical if you ask me - two investments I am willing to make to save myself the pain after going the distance.
DAY SEVEN
Today was the first day in my new kicks. I love them. It felt like I was running on air. I realized half my battle in this marathon is going to be the ability to pace myself. I have never been too solid in that area. I once got a B in Gym class because I ran a 7.30 mile and I was supposed to be pacing myself at 9 minutes. Anyway, the first mile I did this morning was at a 7-minute mile pace. Needless to say I have not run that time since I was a high school athlete. After that first mile I had to walk for about a quarter of a mile - then forcing myself to pay more attention to my pace so I could continue running the rest of the distance.
Song of the Day: Sex is on Fire - Kings of Leon
Passionately Pink,
Christy
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Day One
The alarm went off at 5am signaling the first day of training for the National Marathon to End Breast Cancer,. Needless to say the bottle of red wine I chose to consume last night had a different plan for me. I stayed in bed and skipped my first work-out, which only meant after my 10-hour workday I had to force myself to hit the road running.
I've always had a knack for endurance running so I assumed this would be a breeze. Not so much, as I struggled up the hill at the half-way point of my run I thought about how easy I really had it. The biggest challenge I have faced over the past few months has been running up this hill. My life is a breeze compared to the alternatives. So, my alarm is set for 5am again tomorrow - and hopefully I will be able to take this same attitude and force myself out of bed and up the hill again tomorrow.
Passionately Pink,
Christy
I've always had a knack for endurance running so I assumed this would be a breeze. Not so much, as I struggled up the hill at the half-way point of my run I thought about how easy I really had it. The biggest challenge I have faced over the past few months has been running up this hill. My life is a breeze compared to the alternatives. So, my alarm is set for 5am again tomorrow - and hopefully I will be able to take this same attitude and force myself out of bed and up the hill again tomorrow.
Passionately Pink,
Christy
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