Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Blogger love fo' lyfe
Sarsh + Ange = <3
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Anyway, I started to get back to my running this Monday with a nice slow 5-miler, and let's just say it's very easy to fall out of shape. In just one week I went from whipping through 9 mile runs to getting sore after a measly 5 miles. By Wednesday I seriously struggled to walk, but I pushed through to do a 3.5 on Tuesday, a 5 on Wednesday and a 7.8 mile on Friday.
But the biggest milestone in my running "world" this week was the 2.1 mile jog I took through the streets of New Haven, CT, on Sat. Now I had planned on taking photos to post on the blog, but apparently photos go untaken when you run with your photographer* (OK it's not really his fault, I left my camera in Boston, but I'd rather not take the fall).
Anyway, me and the photographer went for a lovely run late Saturday morning through some adorable and sunny (yay!) neighborhoods in the city. I was actually kind of nervous 1. because I have never ran with anyone 2. I have never ran in New Haven and 3. because the photog is not a runner so I figured I'd be carrying his skinny ass home (jk...kinda). But in the end it went very well! I was extremely impressed both with the run and my running partner and I had some great G2 and bananas to boot! Looks like we might have to make a habit of this (if he is brave enough to run with me again).
*The photographer was first refered to in the "New Charles River Run Race" post, he is not technically a photographer by trade, but I find it fun to refer to him as such for the purposes of this blog...at least for now :)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Now, I have described this to a few people throughout the day, but I have several, very different, styles of runs. Some days I am so out of it I run and have no idea I'm running. My body just carries itself and randomly I'll be like "what up Fenway, how did you get here?" Other days I am so into the run that I am aware of every stride, I push myself, have great form and feel fit. Some days I'm all about the sunlight on my skin, soaking in the scenery, smelling the flowers (or more recently, the rain) and just loving life.
But some days, I am cranky. I have something on my mind that I just can't shake. These are my "therapy runs." The runs where, I typically don't smile at other joggers, have no concept of time/place/speed/body and I just think. Today started out like that. I was tired. Oh-so-tired. Four hours of sleep to wake up in a dirty house the day before my mom comes in from Arizona, with no food it in, no clean laundry and a stack of bills on my dresser that I keep forgetting to pay (which should be less difficult than it is considering there are several neon orange parking tickets mixed in). I was stressing, I was kinda cold, and I was just sick and tired of being sick and tired, literally, figuratively and every other way in between. I shouldn't have been shocked, mornings have never been my thing, yet this morning seemed tougher than most. But I was out there, standing, running breathing, pushing through.
And then it hit me. I am less than a mile from home. I dragged my ass out of bed and ran, on no sleep, and I am ruining it. I am ruining something that usually fixes everything. So I stopped. I stopped thinking about all the bad stuff and just thought about everything I love about my life. I started small "thank you for giving me legs that will carry me for miles around this city, thank you for the running clothes that keep me from being cold or, well, exposing myself on the streets like a creepo, thank you for my granola this morning, thank you for my job, my apartment, my friends, my mom, all the possessions I have that clutter up my bedroom floor, my ipod, my run." I kinda just kept going and the thing is, some of the stuff that I was thankful for are the very same things that stress me out (ahemm job and apt) but I have them and they help me and my life. So I decided to stop finding the bad in those things and treat them like my morning run. Because if you search for the good and focus on it, all you see is good. But if you hone in on the negative, I kicks you in the stomach and takes over every ounce of your being.
Wow this is so much. Too much. Wayy soo too much. I will leave y'all now before you send me away and lock me in a padded room. Because those rooms don't seem conducive to running.
But Thank You, Thank You, Thank You for being you and being in my life.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Anyway, today I went for a run in shorts and a wife beater. Why is this something to write home about? Because for the first time in weeks it was warm out/not raining during my run, and let's just say it felt great. There is something about the sun on your skin and warm breeze against your face that just makes life feel happier. It can erase all the blah of the day, clear your head of all worries and just leave you with a smile on your face. Love it. Like seriously, love it.
Yesterday I had my first really back in action run. 6.7 miles from my house to Cambridge to pick up my car (I left it there after my Saturday 4th of July Celebration). It was actually a really fun route, all along the river (including the hidden dirt paths) and then down Mass. Ave through Harvard Square and Central Square. I love new runs. It really mixes it up and helps keep things fresh.
Sorry there is not much else to report about. I need to go finish up some weights, I'm rededicating myself to my Michelle Obama arm goal, let's see how it goes.
Friday, July 3, 2009
is pretty much my worst nightmare. THAT TIMES 1000 IS WHAT I RAN THROUGH TODAY.
I can't even focus enough to write a conclusion for this post. This is going to be a lingering trauma, I can tell.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Ok enough of that. Moral of the story is that I am finally back to running after Sunday's race. Today after work I went for a nice 2.5 mile run. Very, very slowwww but I was afraid to push too hard after getting so sick post-race. Anyway, everything went well and now I can start building up again. Hopefully, I'll log a few miles tomorrow, maybe a few more over the weekend, still a very low key week, but getting back into it.
This little "vacation" from running definitely taught me something. I am addicted. Everyone kept saying "take it easy, it's fine to take some days off - you NEED to take days off." But honestly, I felt like I was at a methadone clinic - my body was hurting, I was going crazy inside, I seriously just needed a "fix." Anything to hold me over. It's as if I no longer function with out running. It pretty much consumes me. I don't really know how else to explain this to people, because they just look at me like I'm crazy, but it's so true.
I love running. I am not ashamed of this. I'd rather give up diet coke for life than skip more than two weeks of running. Like I only skipped two days. How ridiculous is that, just two and my skin was already crawling.
Ugh...I am scaring myself a bit. On that note, time for bed.