Race shirt fits perfectly and is pretty nifty looking.
It’s been a beautiful weekend in Southern California. The sun smiled down, the ocean rolled along and the Carlsbad 5000 went off without a hitch.
Yesterday I drove up to Carlsbad to grab my bib and meander around the expo. I spotted the FlipBelt booth out of the corner of my eye, bee-lined for it and ended up buying a belt in their “neon punch” color. A FlipBelt is basically an attractive looking fanny pack or running belt, to hold keys, cards, phones, etc. I like the sneakiness of the product, in that it simply looks like part of my running shorts. I might cock a skeptical glance if I saw a guy wearing one, but for women they’re perfect. If you haven’t heard of the company, go check them out. Continue reading
Saturday-night-tipsy Blair loves this creepy mask.
Just a little summary of my Sunday (3/23) through Friday (3/28) miles.
Sunday:17 miles up the coast with an average pace of 9:45. I had a little bit too much fun Saturday night and only got a few hours of sleep. As such, I was worried about this 17-miler, but alas, the run woke me right up!
I’ve been making an effort to run my easy and long days at a comfortable and talk-able pace, as opposed to looking at my watch. I’ve never been good at easy runs and find myself always wanting to push myself during a workout. However, by listening to my body on these easy days, I’ve been able to make my scheduled hard days even harder—I like that. Continue reading
If you haven’t come to realize, I’m not much of a planner. Even when I do plan, I’m kind of like a drunk person getting sobriety field tested—instead of walking along a straight line, I waver and zigzag over that line hoping the cop won’t notice. I find that I tend to do what I feel like doing in that moment, rather than adhere to something I had previously decided would be a good idea.
Unfortunately for me I enjoy running larger road races. I like the energy effusing from the participants, cheerers and town as a whole. It’s about the only time I actually enjoy crowds. These larger races though tend to sell out rather far in advance, as well as get more expensive closer to the event, and I am getting to a point where I’d like to decide on a fall/winter marathon within the next month or two. At this point, I’ve narrowed it down to two races: California International Marathon (CIM) and the Honolulu Marathon. Continue reading
Remember the movie Role Models? I remember really wanting to start larping after that.
My morning started off at a sluggish pace. No, let’s use the word leisurely. My morning started off at a leisurely pace. I slept in until 10:00 AM and then started getting ready for my run—a task that took two hours due to intermittent breaks for coffee, web browsing and lounging. When I finally got out the door for my run it was past noon.
I did a total of 8.5 miles at a 9:00 pace. Slower than I would have liked, but I wasn’t necessarily feeling in the mood to run and honestly just kind of wanted to get it done with.
Another team picture from our last soccer game.
You know what I love? Breakthrough runs. Yesterday I had confidence boosting run that rejuvenated my marathon training.
I had 7 miles planned and wanted to focus on speed. I used the first mile as warm up and ran a 9:00 pace. The second mile I used as a transition mile and ran at an 8:00 pace. I use transition miles often, and if they aren’t a stated running concept, I’m going to go ahead and claim ownership of the term now. Basically, I use transition miles as a way to ease my body into faster running—it helps me breath more steadily and provides less of a shock to my legs. The next four miles I ran at a 7:30 pace, and my final mile was a whopping 6:58. It wasn’t an easy run, but I felt a determined good. Hard, but not deathly. Tough, but manageable.
Me drinking happy hour gin mules. No idea why I was making such a silly face.
My most notable run this week was my long run (16 miles) on Sunday, as I was a delirious mess afterwards—like a box of melted crayons. However, in an effort to be all-inclusive I have provided a summary of the past five days below.
Saturday: I had scheduled 8 miles. However, I also was completely out of clean clothes, towels and sheets, and thus had about 6 loads of laundry to do. In an effort to make the most of my time, I headed out for four miles, returned home to switch out laundry and then out the door I went for a second four.
My soccer team. Aren’t we cute?
I despise the treadmill, naturally. And yet the past four days I’ve been hamster running. Treadmill aside though, the week has been an unassuming good.
Let me break it down for you all.
Monday—The Spring forward time change requires me to get up a mere hour earlier than I am used to. And still, that single hour left me haggard feeling on
Let’s talk about races. Specifically, let’s talk about running races that you’re not officially signed up for—whether because you’re a bandit or using another person’s bib.
Perhaps one of the most famous “illegal” racers, Kathrine Switzer. Isn’t she awesome?
Everyone has a different moral compass and we all run different types of races—trail runs, ultras, local quiet 5ks, large renowned road races, perhaps none at all and everything in between. For this reason, I understand that no two people will feel identically about this subject. What I didn’t realize was how strongly people would feel.
After a few rough days, I’m back and kicking.
It all started on Friday. The roommate was out of town so I decided it’d be fun to watch Bruce Lee movies all night and teach myself karate in my living room. Natural behavior for a twenty-something lady, right?
The next night while socializing with a group of friends, and admittedly after a couple glasses of wine, my karate confidence got the best of me and a few of us started messing around and roughhousing. At one point I twisted my left knee and it smacked the ground forcefully. It hurt immediately, but I didn’t say anything out of pride and therefore neglected to ice it or do a single thing about it.