It feels good to be running again.
It feels good to be back in Dallas.
It feels good to own a home again.
It feels good to go out to dinner with my old bookclub again.
It feels good to spend the day with my family.
It feels good to house sit for my brother.
It feels good to throw the frisbee with Rocket.
It feels good to make someone I don’t know laugh.
It feels good holding hands with my husband.
It fells good swing him smile.
It feels good running fast.
It feels good to clear my mind and stare.
It feels good knowing I have good friends I left behind, but have not forgotten.
It feels good.
It feels good to be running again.
My children are addicted to the gym’s kids’ land. Every morning we wake up and they ask, can we go to the kids’ land? Great motivation, but an extra expense. Still they talked me into running Wednesday and Friday this week so they could go play with their new gym friends. Wednesday’s run was great, my first time past 4.5 miles since leaving Oregon. And then again today I ran about 3.5. The only issue I have with my running is that I was on a treadmill in, what can only be called, and treadmill farm. Gym running is bizarre. I run super fast on the treadmill, I like listening to my music, but I miss the breeze and my friends. I was never a big talker during the run, but I was really good at asking the right question to draw the conversation out of my friends. So I still think that running on a treadmill is like running in an oven, but it’s better than passing out from heat exhaustion on the road.
My Husband got a new job. So we packed up and moved half way across the country and returned to our Native Homeland, Texas. It’s good to be back. Lots of family, lots of friends, but also lots of heat. I hate to whine, but it’s hot! And humid! Seriously I guess I forgot just how hot it is in Texas. I had grown used to snow in June. I was used to early morning training in 30 degree temperatures. Now I look at the thermometer in my car at 9 am and it reads 86. I’m afraid to run in it. Sunday my husband pushed me out the door at 1pm for a quick run. He promised to meet me at my brother’s house for a dip in the pool at the end of my run. At mile 2 I was hot, too hot. I started walking and pumping my fists to make the tingly feeling go away. Luckily I made it to my brother’s house and drank lots of gatorade and the saltiest chips I could find. But now. . .I’m even more afraid to get out there and run in this Texas heat. I know I should just get up early and go, but I hate going alone that early. Ugh, I guess I need to suck it up, stop whining, and join a class at Run On!. I also need a goal. I’m toying with White Rock Lake’s Half Marathon in December, but part of me wants to push me to train for the whole sha-bang, the marathon. I need Missy and Jenn to live here too, then I’d have running buddies. Ok, enough whining. The good news is that Rob signed us up for 24 Hours Fitness and I actually went to the building today and let them finger print me. Tomorrow I have a date with a treadmill in an air-conditioned room. I’ll let you know how it goes.
My fingers can barely hit the keys. My arms want to slump back to the sides of my body and stay there forever. The major muscle groups of my body feel like jello. The culprit? Cross Fit.
This morning I went to my strength & core gymsperiment. I have taken this class once before from a sub, so it was a little choppy and I didn’t really get a good feel as to whether or not I would like it. I really wanted to try it from the original instructor. I walked in and there was a sub, again. Judi, the sub, quickly stated, “Jenn said you were a willing group and I could do whatever I wanted with you guys.” So she proceed to lead us through her typical Cross Fit class. Seriously, Holy Cross Fit, Batman! I may never walk again. First she made us do two straight minuets of push ups. I started all on my toes and shit, but ended on my knees begging for mercy. From there we shot into sit ups for two minutes. When I was in high school, we would take the presidential physical fitness test, and we had one minute to do as many sit ups as possible. I could always do something like 50 in a minute. I looked like a yo-yo popping up and down. Today I did 30 in two minutes. I guess two babies and 22 years of avoiding ab work has caused my yo-yo to lose some of its string. After that she started us on this crazy plan: some insane exercise for one minute followed by a minute of rest. So one minute of “thrusters” (squats with weights), one minute of squats, one minute jumping off and on my step, one minute of throwing my body onto the ground and then hopping back up. We did this three times. After the third one I thought, thank God, I survived, at least I can go home now. Judi had other plans for us. My brain must have blocked some of this because I can’t really remember what we did. I know we counted backwards, and there was a bar raised over my head. And I know it’s difficult to raise or even use my arms now. But after that we did get to stretch and go home. : )
Would I do this again? I think I would if I knew what I was getting into from the start. Having it sprung on me was a bit challenging, especially since my knee doesn’t always want to track right. Seriously, this class could have been called Squats 101, and that is hard when you have knee issues. On the flip side, if I’m ever going to be like Batman, able to jump from tall buildings without injury, then I need more cross fit. I’m looking forward to feeling sore in a few hours. And maybe this class has inspired me to get out there and go run. Running seems much easier than this insanity. I have been avoiding running since Haulin’ Aspen on Sunday. Today’s advice: Find your inner Batman! You’re not working hard enough until you start yelling HOLY COW!
I can’t go running today because:
1. I’m supposed to rest after a race.
2. My ankle hurts.
3. I’m too tired.
4. The dog kept me up all night.
5. The dog is being a bad running partner, so I won’t go because he’ll keep everyone else up when I leave.
6. One of my kids might feel sick tonight, so I better not plan on waking up early.
7. I just don’t want to go.
8. I have nothing to run from, so why run?
9. I’m too hungry.
10. I just don’t want to.
I hate the gym. Over the years I have had many friends take me to classes, or offer to join the gym with me. I have always said, No. Perhaps I just fear that if I go into one of those classes I’ll look ridiculous. This summer we’re doing daily swim lessons at the gym. In order to “legally” go to the pool after lessons and swim, I decided to buy a family gym membership. Along with this pass I have decided to conduct a “gymsperiment.” For the month of August I am going to try different classes in the hopes that I will find something that I enjoy doing.
Yesterday I ran the new seven miler at Haulin’ Aspen. Traditionally, the day after a race is supposed to be for rest. With that in mind, I thought, Water Aerobics is like rest, right? That is unless you have a teacher who expects perfection: she doesn’t want to see you bouncing when you should be walking, or making fists when you should be creating more resistance by using open hands. I had no idea how hard core water aerobics was. I guess I owe my mom an apology (for many things) “I’m sorry I ever doubted that H2O class was less than exercise.” To make matters worse, I was greedily taking advice from the 60 plus year old woman next to me who was schooling my butt. She offered one tidbit of advice early on and then I just hounded her every time the instructor gave us a new assignment. She attends class everyday! Her last bit of advice was, “Buy water shoes so you stop slipping.” Yes, it was like dancing on a slip slide for a complete hour. And every time I tried to get away with slacking off a little, either the instructor or my new dance partner would come over and correct my form.
If I decide to try it again, I think I’ll have to attempt the deep end. After class the instructor told me, “Make sure you stretch your calf muscles all day, you’ll be surprised how much of a workout this was.” So much for resting my legs. Maybe I’ll sleep in tomorrow.
1. I finished 34 out of 51 women in the 7-miler at Haulin’ Aspen.
2. Rob took the kids on a breakfast picnic while I was racing. I think they’ll talk about it until they re 20. It was adorable.
We arrived at Miller Elementary just in time to wait in the 10 minute port-a-potty line. Luckily our 7 miler didn’t start for another 40 minutes. After re-locating our water bottles we made our way to the start line to watch the half marathoners take off. I didn’t recognize the crowd. After doing so many races around town, I usually know a few people, but today had a different feel. The crowd was young. And I think they were out-of-towners. They had that oxygen-deprived look in their eyes. And they seemed to be panting ever so slightly as they crossed the street to enter the trail. I’m still amazed that I can run 10 miles at this altitude, but find I’m out of breath at the top of my stairs. I watched from the sidewalk and cheered for runners. I even saw someone I knew, a first timer–Anna. Afterward, I sat down on the curb and waited for my race to start. The cutest woman came over to me looking very concerned and said, “Aren’t you going? The race started!” I love moms. I gently explained that I was in the next race, the half of a half marathon race. I sat on my curb and found my locals. The ever awe inspiring Connie, and many other friendly faces from the learn to run group. We found more friendly learn to runners working as volunteers along the way. It felt great to find smiling faces. The first four miles were on Phill’s trail, which is where I ran the Dirty Half in June, so I tried to remember to keep my feet up . It was a true roller coaster with lots of short steep inclines and declines. I felt great unless the sun got through the trees. That’s when I remembered to pour water over my head instead of in my mouth. Once we found the first (and only) water station I realized we were only about two and half miles away from the finish line. I dumped water on my head and took off into the heart of Shevlin Park. At one point we found a perfectly tree-lined path to run down and we crossed the river on a rail-less bridge carved out of a fallen tree-trunk. I absolutely love running in Shevlin Park. At the mile six marker I paused to check on my friend and have a quick sip of water. The trail in front of me was flat and familiar, I knew there was nothing but a nice long flat stretch and a short, but steep decline to the finish. Something in me clicked and I took off. According to my Nike plus band I ran an 8.30 mile. It probably had me confused with someone else, but I have to admit I couldn’t believe how quickly me feet and legs were moving. As I ran down into the crowd and over the finish line I felt great. I even had a beer and ate some brownies before catching the shuttle back to my car. If you’re in Bend in August you should try the Haulin’ Aspen race. Next year, I think I’ll run the half, who knows maybe by then I’ll be running marathons. This is where you roll on the ground laughing.
Running is a positive action. I don’t always want to go and sometimes I roll my eyes and shake my head because I don’t want to wake up at 5:30 to go running, but afterwards I feel great. I have learned a lot about myself from this journey: I’m naturally lazy, I actually enjoy long runs, having a dog isn’t horrible they’re good company on runs, I feel stronger and healthier, and I want my kids to be active adventurers. Last weekend the kids got a triple-dose of race day activities. They watched me finish my 10K race at the Deschutes Dash, they competed in the Splash and dash, and they watched their dad bike and run at the Duathlon. I love having this opportunity to influence my kids at a young age.
A few nights ago W & G wanted to ride bikes after dinner at the park. It was early and super sunny still, so we ventured across the street and took advantage of the cool night air. All of a sudden the park was transformed into a transition area and race track. My 6 year old started barking out orders, “M-O-M, you’re the timer. Ginger, we run one lap, bike the next, and then run again!” “OK Wyatt, but I don’t like that big dirty loop.” Replied his sister. They ran 1/4 mile, biked 1/4 mile, ran 1/4 mile. They used the water fountain as their aid station, made me the timer, and yelled as they ran into their transition area, “I’m transitioning onto my bike now!” It was beautiful. Wyatt finished in 10:57 and Ginger finished in 8:50 (she took a shorter path after her first run to avoid the “dirty part of the loop”). When the race was over they biked timed sprints. I am so happy to have taught them that participating in sports can be fun and good for you.
And I will forever have the image of Ginger running in the dirt in her pink skirt and red sparkling shoes.
Remember middle school sleepovers? We would hold seances, contact spirits over the ouija board, and then lift each other up and over our heads with only one finger, chanting “As light as a feather, as stiff as a board.” I fear that I am going to feel as stiff as a board later today. Last week in attempt to increase our pace we added fartleks to our weekly routine, which is basically running at max speed for a determined distance. Last week, we ran to stop signs, houses, corners, yard gnomes, or parked cars and then walked in between to get our heart rate back down. This morning we decided to run in between our sprints. I’m glad we did it, because the extra running made our sprints much more difficult to sustain. And I really felt like I was accomplishing something when I’d made it to our end spot. I also found it difficult to go back to my slow pace. My body was ready to run, so I think that it will ultimately increase my overall pace, which is the goal.
After our first round of fartleks last week I was sore everywhere. To the point that I must have said out loud, “I can’t believe my abs are sore. I can’t believe my legs are so sore. I can’t believe my butt is so sore.” Finally I opened up my mouth to discuss my sore bootie again and Rob just started laughing. When I asked him why it was funny he said, “You’ve said it at least a hundred times.” I tried to refrain from saying it anymore, but I was still thinking it. So today I am eagerly awaiting the stiffness to creep over me. I love that feeling. It makes you feel alive and it reminds you that you did something hard and succeeded. Maybe I’ll do some quick yoga or deep stretching before anyone else wakes up to decrease the stiffness. I highly recommend a sprint day. It almost feels like a day off from running! Just remember to be as light as a feather as you run, and be prepared to feel stiff. Maybe that night you should invite your old middle school friends over for a seance and lift.
1. I’m all signed up for Haulin’ Aspen, and now I have an itch to run the half marathon instead of the 8 miler. I must be crazy.
2. Last night my kids had their own duathlon at the park. Super cute!
3. Rob is all about riding his bike again. I’m so happy for him.
4. I’m going to try to alter my diet today, I’m ready to drop some weight. Any suggestions?
Every time I walk to the refrigerator to get water and ice, Rocket, our 9 month old australian shepherd, plants himself under the ice dispenser waiting for his loot. The dog is driven. Rob is worried Rocket might figure out how to push the bar and get ice out for himself. I think he might win America’s Funniest Home Videos. I have not started teaching him to get ice for himself, but he does now assume his perfect sit at the ice maker as soon as he sees me head toward the glasses. He is a very goal oriented dog.
I wish I was as goal driven as Rocket. After the half Marathon I have had a difficult time figuring out what to do next, and an even more difficult time getting out there and just running. I had considered doing the Sprint distance triathlon, but my swim class taught me I’m not quite ready for that this year. I have a true fear of swimming in the river, and I need time and practice to overcome that. So I scratched the Dash. I finally figured out my next race the Monday before the race on Saturday. This weekend I ran a 10K at the Deschutes Dash. I wanted to do it in 1 hour or under, but I made it in 1:06:26. It was hot, not Texas hot, but when you’re used to running in snow and 46 degrees, running in the high 70s is hot. By the end all I wanted was to find some shade and more water to dump on my head. During the last mile I didn’t want to stop running so with every exhale I found myself chanting, “I can do it, I can do it!” I ran past the roadies setting up for the Barenaked Ladies concert chanting, “I can do it.” I ran past a grandpa waiting for his wife to exit the restroom chanting, “I can do it.” I ran past a local anchorwoman chanting, “I can do it.” When her cameraman said, “Did you hear her, she said she can do it.” I realized, I guess I’m saying this out loud. But I did it! And then I poured as much water as I could grab over my hot head. After the race I grabbed an orange slice and a glass of beer and waited for my friends to finish. I was so proud! And yelled for them at the top of my lungs! When Rob and the kids got there, Rob was so motivated by the rush of the race that he signed up for the Sprint Distance Duathlon on Sunday. (Sprint=5K Run:12 mile bike: 5K run) He did great even though he hadn’t gone for a bike ride in a year.
My new goal: August 8,2010. Haulin’ Aspen 8 Mile race. I’m excited and motivated. I never realized how important these goals are. I guess I’m lucky to have such a goal driven dog. Every time I see him go for an ice cube, I’ll think, “I can do it!”