On the 21st, I started feeling twinges around my knee after my 6 miler, so I immediately answered my body’s calling and decided to take some time off of running. I was also having significant pain in my left hip (a new pain), so I wanted to remain extra cautious.
I supplemented my running with time on the CrossRamp to maintain my fitness and keep the legs loosened up. I ended up taking 11 days off.
Saturday afternoon, I went to my scheduled deep tissue massage. I finally caved in after nearly a year of wanting to schedule one.
I figured that it would do my body some good. I was forewarned that it was going to be painful, but I knew that the benefits would outweigh any momentary pain or discomfort. And painful it was, more so on my calf muscles and upper back. I woke up the next morning kind of sore and a little bruised, but that was expected as well. Poking and pressure for one hour and a half will do that.
Saturday evening, I went to my grandmother’s house with my parents for Easter dinner. Each year, the gathering in the house gets smaller and smaller. It’s sad, but that’s what happens as the calendar pages turn. I still had a lovely time. We spent hours talking about anything and everything.
Looking at old pictures is always fun. I was obviously a happy baby.
My cousin and I eating cake. My hair is kind of tragic. Look at those bangs! But speaking of cake…
Here’s the cake that my mom bought for my gram. This blob of icing was impossible to cut without it looking like a scene from Psycho.
On Easter Sunday, I didn’t have any plans except for the Green Day concert. I’ve been a fan since high school, so when my dad was offered free tickets from his place of employment, I was thrilled! I was also excited to spend some quality time with my dad since it doesn’t happen all too often.
We had executive club seats at the Consol Energy Center. The seats were comfy, and there was a lot of personal space. Green Day is absolutely amazing live - it legit sounded like I was listening to the CD on full blast. And Billie Joe Armstrong is very funny and entertaining! I also loved that they invited a couple of people up on stage to sing bits of their songs. Can you imagine the memories that they have taken with them?
One of the pictures that I took with my super duper zoom camera.
Monday, I took a personal day from work due to how late I’d be getting home after the concert. I started my Monday by ‘bringing it’ during a session of P90X: Plyometrics. I felt very energized and rejuvenated from the extra sleep, so I was able to bust through this workout better than I ever have before. I was in a total flop sweat, haha.
Every single time.
I’m almost half way through the program (week 6). I’m still loving it, and I do look forward to it on most days.
And I’m finally noticing obvious progress/results! I’ve increased the weight for my free-weights (up to 10 lbs), and I’m beginning to see some definition in my arms. Woohoo! Adios chicken arms!
Monday afternoon, I was finally able to see Sean. He treated me to P.F. Chang’s and a movie. I ordered the ginger chicken with brown rice, and we split the chicken lettuce wraps as an appetizer. Yum! It was my turn to pick the movie, so I chose ‘Identity Thief.’ It was hilarious, very raunchy, but hilarious nonetheless. There were so many classical moments. I’d definitely see it again! I had a more-than-wonderful time with Sean. It’s hard to believe that we’ve almost been together for 1 year. Time sure flies!
Sean deemed this absolutely necessary.
By Tuesday, my legs were finally feeling normal again, so I decided to give them a test ride on the treadmill.
It was a success. I didn’t have an ounce of pain during the run, not in my knee and not in my hip. The only thing that I noted was some calf tightness which started around mile 4. I stretched really well after the run and was feeling very good up until the late afternoon at work. My left hamstring started tightening up to the point of me thinking that it may be pulled or strained. It’s been one thing after another. I had a bit of a breakdown at work today because I’m fed up with feeling like I’m at a constant war with my body. I just want to feel normal again. I’m tired of being in pain on most days of the week. Dealing with anything for nearly 5 months is emotionally exhausting and highly frustrating. But right now, I think the best decision is to treat myself like a beginner. I need to draw back and essentially start from square one if I want to come out of this hurdle as a strong and healthy runner. I don’t want to be a runner who just muddles through just for a number on the face of a Garmin. There’s absolutely no benefit. I want to be a runner for years to come, and the only way to make sure this dream comes true is to make smart decisions. I still have other ways in which I can maintain my cardiovascular fitness - CrossRamp, elliptical, swimming, cycling, and so much more. It may not be the same as running, but it’ll help me rise again as a runner.5 notes
Okay, let me travel back in time to Monday, the 4th. I’m bringing up the 4th because I received a crazy phone call that night while I was asleep.
The next morning, I did what I usually do when first waking up. I checked my phone for any missed calls or text messages. I had a missed call and voicemail from an unfamiliar number. I listened to the voicemail in a complete fog and heard something along the lines of “blah, blah, blah calling from the Dr. Phil Show blah, blah, blah…" To be sure that I wasn’t losing my mind, I listened to the message once more. "I’m not sure if this is the same Adrian that was on the Today Show…" I was a bit awestruck and started freaking out on the inside. I immediately thought, “oh my goodness…am I going to be offered the chance to be a guest on the Dr. Phil Show?!” It was the craziest feeling having heard such big news the very first thing in the morning! I got ready for work and couldn’t wait to tell my coworkers the exciting news! They were all thrilled! I jotted down the number and was more than eager to call them back during my lunch break. It was on my mind for the entire morning, which made the time pass by very slowly. I rushed to eat my lunch, then I went to a private area and made the phone call.
I told the woman my name and that I was returning her call from the night before. She was puzzled at first and questioned who I was. She had her “aha" moment and began to explain the reasoning behind the phone call. Dr. Phil was looking for woman who’ve lost a significant amount of weight, such as myself, and are now very attractive. The catch? Their current spouse or partner is having trouble handling the situation. She then asked me if this pertained to me. I assured her that my boyfriend, Sean, is very supportive and proud of me. She basically applauded me for my success and healthy relationship, but she closed the opportunity with an "unfortunately, we can’t move forward with this…" We said goodbye and ended the call on a very awkward note. The conversation was quick and to the point, but it was enough to leave me with a negative aura. Some people were like, "you should have just lied!" Why? To get a free trip to L.A.? No.
A trip to L.A. isn’t worth making Sean look like an insecure jerk in front of America.
I was very taken back by the entire thing. It was just a strange phone call. Naturally, I got my hopes up, but I was also let down very quickly. Oh well. I mean, it’s still pretty cool to even receive these types of calls in the first place, but it would’ve been even cooler to be able to go to Los Angeles, California. I was born in southern California, so I’d absolutely LOVE to be able to go back some day. I’m sure if I ever have the chance, I’d never want to leave again! One of my biggest dreams is to be able to take my mom to California for a week long vacation before it’s too late. She was born and raised there, and she misses it terribly. I don’t blame her. I’d miss it too. Someday…
The day after my comeback race, Sunday the 9th, I kicked off week 3 of P90X with Chest & Back / Ab Ripper. I still despise pushups.
I feel your pain Mr. Potato Head.
For some reason, I’m not seeing much improvement in that category, but it’s still the beginning. I’ll be the first to admit that I struggle the entire time during this DVD, but I still get the job done. And out of all of the DVDs so far, this is the only one that I don’t really enjoy. So I simply “do my best and forget the rest,” and move on. And I know I’ve said it before, but I truly can’t believe how dedicated I’ve been. I used to lose interest in DVD workouts pretty much as soon as I’d hit the play button, plus I’m also training for a half marathon. Double whammy.
I was a little antsy on Monday because it’s Plyometrics day. I love plyometrics, and it’s really beneficial for runners. But being that I just raced hard 2 days prior, I was worried that it was going to be horrific or perhaps cause an injury of sorts. I ended up feeling great! My heart rate wasn’t as high as it typically gets during plyo, but that surely didn’t keep me from sweating cats and dogs the entire time. If I can recommended any one of the P90X DVDs as a means of cross training, it’s this one.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are double days for me - P90X before work and a run after work. It’s pretty intense, especially considering the mere fact that I’m also on my feet for more than 8 hours between these sessions. Tuesday, the 12th was going to be my first run since the March Mad Dash. Here’s my recap posted that day: I definitely expected this run to be a total disaster after racing hard on Saturday. I was also pretty exhausted from broken up sleep last night (stupid bladder). I almost made the decision to skip this run and push it off until tomorrow. That’s how barf-tastic I felt - body and mind. Still, I decided to lace up my shoes, give it a whirl, and see how I felt after the 1st mile. Around the 1st half mile, my left calf muscle began stiffening up. I decided to take off my knee strap and the stiffness subsided a lot - weird. This was my 1st outdoor run sans knee strap, and the decision was made on a complete whim! I didn’t have any discomfort around my knee for the entire run! And considering that I just raced (a 10 miler to boot), I was surprised. My “recovery” run ended up being better than a shuffle (9:34 average pace), and I somehow managed to pull off consistent negative splits! Woo! I’m so glad that I decided to get out there!
Thursday morning, P90X: Legs & Back / Ab Ripper was on the agenda - another awesome workout. That evening, I planned on running 6 miles, but not everything goes quite as planned. Here’s my recap posted that day: The weather outside was chilly and very windy, but the sunshine set all of these problems aside or at least made these factors more tolerable.
The sun has been hibernating for much too long! I definitely surprised myself with my pace - I think my speed is slowly coming back. (That kind of sounds like an oxymoron.) This was supposed to be a 6 mile run, but upon turning around on the bike trail and making my way back to Lysle Blvd, the railroad crossing bars were down. This always seems to happen to me, so I figured that I’d do what I typically have to do…wait out the train for several minutes. When I took another glance, I then realized that the train was PARKED. It was on a complete standstill. “What the heck am I supposed to do now,” I thought? I looked to my left and saw a ridiculously curved bridge in the far distance that was recently constructed to give any passing trains necessary clearance as well as offering a means of exit for trapped cars/pedestrians on the opposite side - such as myself. I had to backtrack in order to get to the bridge, but I didn’t really have any other choice. I wasn’t going to stand there all night trying to concoct some train dance in a pathetic attempt to make the train move.
It felt like it took an eternity to reach the bridge, and after crossing the bridge, I had to essentially run back to where I 1st started when I realized my predicament. Only this time, I was on the opposite side of the train - YOU DON’T SAY? I was finally able to head home after unintentionally adding over 1 mile to my run. It’s a good thing that I was feeling tip top! Talk about an intense day. Over 1 hour of P90X in the morning, and a 7.2 mile run after being on my feet for over 8 hours at work. My beast mode switch was definitely on!
Mile 1: 9:18
Mile 2: 8:59 <—-1st sub-9 minute mile in a training run since the fall!
Mile 3: 9:08
Mile 4: 9:05
Mile 5: 9:10
Mile 6: 9:21
Mile 7: 9:38 <—- Cool down.
Mile .20: 1:51 (9:15 pace)
Saturday, I learned that extra sleep can cure anything. Here’s my recap posted that day: Originally, I was supposed to lead the 8 mile, 10 minute pace group downtown with the SCRR, but when my alarm clock went off this morning, I was less than eager to get out of bed. I didn’t feel rested at all. My sleep has been chip-choppity all week long, so I decided to try and catch another couple of hours of sleep. Best decision ever, but unfortunately, this meant that I wasn’t going to make it to the group run after all. :( Sorry guys…
When I woke up a little whiles later, I felt a lot better. The extra sleep was just what I needed. I decided to head to the Waterfront in Homestead to run on the trail there. The temperature was cold, but not holy-crap-I-can’t-feel-my-body cold. I actually warmed up rather quickly. I planned to run 2 miles out and back in one direction and 2 miles out and back in the other direction. But during the 2nd round of out and backs, I was feeling exceptionally good and decided to shoot for 10 miles instead of 8.
Sweet, sweet double digits.
The verdict? This was an awesome run! I saw so many other runners, including a married couple that I personally know! :) Small world! Plus, I ran with myself. What I really mean is, that I was completely in-tune with my mind, body, and spirit. I ditched the music and ran to the beat of my own methodic breath and the sound of my cadence - my own metronome. It’s definitely nice every now and then and made for a very enjoyable time. I could’ve done without the headwind though.
Blue. Bliss. Brooks. Be.7 notes
Since I had no choice but to drop down to the Pittsburgh Half Marathon, my training has been cut in half - shorter runs 3 to 4 days per week. It’s been an emotional battle, but instead of sulking and throwing pity parties, I’ve decided to use my extra time to focus on something positive until I’m safely able to run longer distances again. I made the decision to start the P90X program this past Sunday. I’m very excited to see my progress and transformation as I build my body’s overall strength.
I need this challenge. I need something to keep me from conjuring up negative thoughts. And this is the perfect opportunity for me to connect with the areas of my body that have been ignored for quite some time.
I’ve already finished the first week and let me tell you…so far, I love it. It’s not a walk in the park by all means. And I surely didn’t expect it to be. Except for the weekend, I’ll be waking up at 4 A.M. every single day to complete a P90X session before work.
My favorite workout so far has been Plyometrics, which translates into “jump training”. There were hundreds of airborne moves, squats, lunges, and more that had me soaked in sweat by the end. My heart rate increased all the way up to 167 beats per minute. Keep in mind that my resting heart rate is in the low 60s. This workout requires a ton of cardiovascular fitness, which is right up my alley, so I certainly got the job done.
The hardest workout so far has been Chest & Back. Why? Two reasons. Pushups and pullups. At the moment, I can’t do a single pullup, so I’ve been supplementing with a resistance band as suggested in the P90X program. As for the pushups, I’ve been doing a modified version on my knees, but I sill give it everything I’ve got on any particular day.
As a matter of fact, any move that involves arm strength is my current weakness. I think that I will see the most progress with my upper body strength/muscle definition since I currently have wet noodles for arms.
I also find Yoga pretty challenging because I’m not very flexible. And I’ve already talked about my sweet coordination skills, so the balance poses left me looking like a Weeble Wobble. One of the balance poses was crane, which is very advanced for me.
Instead of the risk of bouncing my head off the floor, I decided to stay in child’s pose until they moved on from crane. One of my goals is to be able to steadily hold crane by the end of the 90 days.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are highly intense days for me. Both days, I’ll complete my scheduled P90X session in the wee hours of the morning, go to work for 8+ hours, then come home and go for my planned training run. Tuesday’s run was without a doubt…noteworthy: The temperature outside wasn’t too bad, but it was raining, and the wind started picking up. I’m usually a huge fan of running in the rain, but around the halfway point, the rain turned into hail. Being pelted in the face with ice balls doesn’t feel all too well. Then, I endured 5 drive-by tidal waves. Car after car drove past me, and another wave of water covered me from the waist down. Thanks guys. But you know what? I still ran happy. I enjoyed this run, despite the elements, and it’s a run that I won’t soon forget.
On Thursday morning, I did Legs & Back + Ab Ripper, and then I ran 6.2 miles after work. This run was uneventful, but here’s my recap: My breathing has been so choppy lately, which has been affecting my pace a bunch. I’m still getting over a lingering cold, so anytime I’m outdoors, the cold air aggravates my asthmatic symptoms, and I become highly congestive. I did feel good otherwise. It’s going to take a ton of work in order to get my pace back to where it once was. I know that I have to remain diligent and patient at this time. But I did it once, and I can certainly do it again.
Oh and I was totally flabbergasted with my finishing time.
Seriously? 1:01:01?! I could never pull that off again!
Friday, I released a ton of pent up tension and anger with P90X Kenpo. It involved a multitude of punching and kicking moves with a few brief cardio intervals (high knees, jump rope, jumping jacks, and X jumps). It went by extremely quick because I was having so much fun! Here’s a very tragic picture of me amidst X jumping…
Total derp face. I clearly need to work on this move. I’m sporting Dorothy Beal’s (aka Mile-Posts) I RUN THIS BODY shirt. It’s one of my favorite shirts ever! Those bins in the corner are jam packed with running and general workout gear. And there’s my wall of motivation in all its glory.
This morning, 7 miles was on the agenda. As for P90X, today is a “rest or stretch” day. Here’s my recap: There’s nothing quite like a solid run to revamp my confidence. The snow and wind didn’t keep me from running happy, and I was more than thrilled to finally run with the group! It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been able to attend a group run because I’ve been paying close attention to my bum knee - it’s been finicky. I volunteered to be the pacer for the 7 mile, 10:00 minute group. The 16 milers and 7 milers ran the first 4 miles together, and then we split off in opposite directions after the Birmingham Bridge (evil, evil hill). Upon that, I was the only pacer in my group. My group did fantastic! There were several slick areas, but we all managed to kick it up a notch for the last couple of miles, even with the challenging stretch across the 16th Street Bridge. We finished RUNNER OF STEEL strong! I’m super duper proud of every single one of them! Some of my runners completed their longest run to date this morning! Woo-hoo! We high-fived each other after finishing! I loved the enthusiasm! And being told “thank you" after bringing them ‘home,’ gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. You don’t need to thank me. You guys did the work too. :)
Mile 1: 9:59
Mile 2: 9:55
Mile 3: 9:51
Mile 4: 9:51
Mile 5: 9:47
Mile 6: 9:35
Mile 7: 9:27
New coaching gear!
I’m so ready to bring my A game during the 2nd week.7 notes
This past Monday, I decided to focus solely on strength training. My workout consisted of squats, lunges, hip ab/abductors, leg press reps, dead lifts and a multitude of core work. I felt great, but boy did I feel it for the next 2 days! The next day, I’m surprised that I didn’t leave work with “penguin" as my new nickname. My inner thigh muscles were screaming, so I developed an uncontrollable waddle throughout the day.
Delayed onset muscles soreness (DOMS) is the worst! I wasn’t feeling too confident about my 5 mile run that I had planned after work on Wednesday, but I still decided to give it a whirl. I started at a relatively slower pace on the treadmill and progressed from there. Once my legs were loose and warmed up, I felt pretty good until the last mile. My legs suddenly didn’t want to move anymore, and I felt like I was going to fly off of the treadmill. Also, my breathing was super choppy - I’ve been having some trouble controlling my asthma lately. I don’t know how I managed to finish this run, but I did, so I’ll take it. It’s normal to have a rough day every now and then. I try not to let those days discourage me.
Thursday, I focused on cross training by utilizing the CrossRamp machine. I love this machine! It’s been helping immensely in maintaining my cardiovascular fitness while get my iliotibial band syndrome under control.
Friday, I wanted to keep my run short, but sweet. My goal was 4 miles at a 9:30 pace. Even as my speed progressed throughout the run, I felt great. I was able to surpass my goal pace, which left me feeling confident. I’m not sure how on earth I ran 4 miles in exactly 37:37. I know that I have a lot of work to do before I can get back to my pre-injury pace, but I have no doubt in my ability to get there. I finished up my run with my longest wall sit to date - 5 minutes! I was shaking, and my legs were on fire, but my goal was 5 minutes and 5 minutes it was. I also noted how much worse bruises look as they begin their healing process.
Yesterday, my main goal was to run 8 miles at a sub-10 minute pace. I’m not really sure what my goal is for the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. I’m more concerned about re-building my weekly mileage as opposed to getting my speed back to where it was. I don’t feel that it would be a good idea to focus on both factors until I personally feel ready to do so once again.
I decided to run on the Boston Bike Trail because it’s flat, and it would allow me to focus on my running form. I jumped on this opportunity since the trail was finally snow/ice free! It was also “warm” enough to complete a pre-run warmup comfortably.
Mile 1: 9:48
Mile 2: 9:31
Mile 3: 9:32
Mile 4: 9:36
Mile 5: 9:46
Mile 6: 9:47
Mile 7: 9:52
Mile 8: 9:46
Avg HR: 162 bpm
Max HR: 173 bpm
My splits were all over the place, and I’m not exactly sure what happened during the 2nd half of this run. I felt awesome, but my pace certainly didn’t reflect it. As a matter of fact, this run was just all around wonderful. I saw a small handful of runners, and we all gave one another the runner’s nod of approval. I got an intense runner’s high, and I never had the urge to stop.
Scrunchy nose. Post run.
I felt like I could’ve kept going and going, but then I would’ve risked re-injuring myself. I didn’t have any noticeable pain during this run, but I felt some twinginess in my left knee upon finishing. But once I stretched and rolled my leg muscles, the pain dissipated. Still no aftermath pain! Phew!
I was happy all day long. I closed up my day of bliss with a fun night of bowling with Sean and his friends - well, now they are my friends too. The last time we went bowling was on our 1st date. Bowling is not exactly my forte as I’m the most uncoordinated person ever. I’m the type of person who would still manage to get a gutter ball even if the bumpers were up, haha. I think my highest score was 80 something, and my lowest was 30 something for the night. I still had fun, so that’s all that matters to me. My nickname on the big ole’ bowling screen was “Rocky’s Wife”. Sean’s was “Sean John Silver.” Yeah, I don’t know either…
I should’ve known better than to wear skinny jeans with bowling shoes.
Then again, my fashion statement can’t nearly be any worse than this monstrosity that I found in Target this weekend. They are on clearance.
He may be a butt-head at times, but…
…I love him. (PS. He better never buy me the moon shoes pictured above.)7 notes
After work yesterday, I headed to L.A. fitness to run. I decided to run on the treadmill because…
A.) I’m tired of running on the snow covered sidewalks/trails because it makes me feel very unstable - knee wise.
B.) I didn’t want to worry about having to put on a bajillion things. Is it spring yet?!
C.) I just wanted to control my pace and focus on my form.
I made a very strong attempt in refusing to let myself glance down at the bright red numbers that seem to taunt my psyche at every passing moment. My curiosity got the best of me when I felt deep down inside that I had already ran well past the half way point. What did I see? 2.70
I wanted to scream and throw in the towel immediately!
I felt very discouraged for several minutes until I recollected myself. I wanted nothing more than to reach 4 miles, where I had already decided ahead of time that this was the point where I’d kick it up a notch. I was gradually picking up the pace already, but it still felt relatively easy - physically speaking. Time essentially froze within my mind, and it felt like it took forever and a day to reach 4 miles. And once I did, I was more than ready to be done. Every 3-4 minutes thereafter, I picked up the pace until reaching 7.2 miles per hour. I was thrilled when I finally saw that 6 (6 miles in 57:21 - pace of 9:33)! Boy oh boy…the treadmill really aids in building a person’s mental toughness. Running outside seems sooooo much easier after hitting the treadmill.
Then, I did a 4:15 minute wall sit along with plenty of stretching and a grand total of 20 minutes of IT band foam rolling - 10 in the morning and 10 after I got home.
I was also pretty geeked to finally receive my segment from the Today Show in the mail. It was the first time that I was able to watch the entire clip in high definition instead of the pixelated cut-off version that’s available online!
This past Saturday was another “How am I progressing?" test run. I was extremely antsy for the entire week in anticipation of my planned 12 mile run with the SCRR. “What if I end up not being able to finish?” “What if I have another severe breakdown?” “What if I have to start from square one?” I asked myself a bunch of “What if?" questions. But I reached the same conclusion for each one. IT IS WHAT IT IS. There are things in life you CAN control and things in life you CAN’T control. Change the things you can and refuse to dwell on the things you can’t.
This nagging injury has taught me A LOT during the last couple of months, and it has certainly strengthened my mentality, given my few meltdowns. Pressing the pause button on a full-blown passion is not an easy task nor will it ever be. I had to take action and just deal with it. It’s taught me the extreme importance of listening to my body both inside and out and intervening when it’s called upon. Lo and behold, Saturday arrived on my doorstep in what looked like a mangled up FedEx package that survived a complete rinse cycle, sand storm, and rabid dog attack.
Feels like 0. How is that even a temperature?! It ended up getting down to -4!
Given the predicted weather forecast, it seemed much more appealing to turn off my blaring alarm clock, roll over, and get more sleep. In the morning, however, I came to my senses and woke up before the sun to begin my pre-run injury prevention regimen. The exercises feel extremely daunting in the morning due to their time consuming nature, but it’s something that needs to be done. After stretching and that whole spiel of
fun, I fueled my body with a hot, steaming bowl of whole grain oats topped with peanut butter and banana slices - washed down with water, of course.
Then, I left my house…
The marathon office parking lot was jam packed by the time I arrived downtown even though I was 15 minutes early. Before beginning the run, I found myself telling a bunch of my fellow runners about how nervous I was. Total word vomit. 12 miles sounded like 20 to me. Before Saturday, I haven’t attempted nor thought of attempting a double digit mileage run for well over 2 months. My mind was spinning, and I did everything I could to shrug off any negativity. Talking about my fears helped tremendously. I put on my brave face and decided to give the 12 miler a whirl. The worst that could happen is that I’d have to stop running and walk back to the marathon office.
Apparently, runners of steel are
looneysauce (or devoted to running - same thing).
Please note the guy in SHORTS.
Despite the -4 degree windchill, dozens of runners eagerly showed up bright eyed and bushy tailed more-than-ready for a training run. Before each run, we usually have someone and/or a small group of people speak about a cause or something running related. This was one of those mornings that while I do care about what these people have to say, all I could think of was…
You have my sincerest apologies, but it was way too cold to be standing around outside waiting for my muscles to turn into freeze pops. My patience was taken away with the blistering cold wind, and I found myself bouncing around like a stink bug who discovered a light fixture.
We set off after what felt like 27 hours, and treated the first mile as a warmup. The 10 minute pace group was huge and chalk full of familiar faces. “Good group,” I thought. The cold wind pierced against my face until I couldn’t feel my face at all. I tried running with a neck gaiter pulled over my nose and cheeks, but I was uncomfortable to the point where I may have well just ran with a pillowcase over my head. I pulled the gaiter down and embraced Mother Nature’s fury.
So much for that 10 minute average pace.
I snagged this map from a fellow runner/friend/SCRR member on Dailymile who also ran the same route that morning. My watch won’t sync with my desktop, or I’m too technologically challenged to figure it out. Either or.
Mile 1: 9:56
Mile 2: 10:07
Mile 3: 10:08
Mile 4: 9:36
Mile 5: 9:22
Mile 6: 9:32
Mile 7: 9:53
Mile 8: 9:15
Mile 9: 9:41
Mile 10: 9:30
Mile 11: 9:20
Mile 12: 9:13 <—- THE LAST MILE WAS MY FASTEST MILE! :)
After the run, some of us ventured off for our usual post-run coffee trip to Starbucks to sit around and re-collect the brain cells that we lost during our training.
This time, I ordered the chicken sausage wrap. It wasn’t as delicious as the spinach wrap, but it was still tasty. Then again, anything tastes good after running 12 miles.
This picture pretty much sums up how cold it was outside.
It was a very good morning that left me with a lingering runner’s high for most of the day. I did have some minor twinges and muscle soreness Saturday evening into Sunday, but that was expected. I spent the remainder of the weekend with the love of my life Sean (and Beau - his fur-baby)!