Friday, March 29, 2013
It is a copyrighted photo, owned by the Lincoln Track Club, so I didn't copy it... but you can see it on flickr via the link above.
Added commentary: notice the racing bib doesn't show? It got covered up by the shirt almost from the start. When I saw the photographer ahead, I had started trying to free the racing bib so that it would record going over the finish mats (about half a mile to go at that point in the race)... the grin is at least in part laughing at myself.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Every day moving more normally. Wednesday after work back on the treadmill with a jog/walk interval 2.77 miles. Break walks Monday and Tuesday. Felt good to get past the Sunday "ankle complaints", and re-discovered that climbing stairs SLOWLY is more a weight training than a cardio exercise.
Monday after work I had stuff to do... my consultation, where I bubbled about the race, of course... but that meant I was late getting home and did not write a blog.
Tuesday morning was the Dr. appt I made a couple of weeks ago when I was so fatigued and dizzy, etc. He did some blood work, and I didn't have the results back, and then worked late, so again, no blog.
Wednesday I popped by the Running Company to pick up my award, and came home with two new pair of socks to try out... company called Balega. I could not resist trying them out. Then my son was on instant messaging and my neighbor called to tell me I'd neglected to close my garage door! Oops. It pays to have neighbors who will watch your back that way. Anyway, again, no blog.
Today the blood results back: thyroid level is fine on the current dosage... no adjustment, just renewed at the same; but vitamin D is low, so he wrote me a mega-dose once a week 'script.
Thus... it doesn't take a whole lot of "real life" to get in between me and the keyboard some days... just enough to throw me off stride.
But... I've been tracking the food, and my body feels like I got back what I left on the trail Saturday. Only I picked up a little something else either at work or at the Dr.'s office... and my nose is dripping like a faucet.
I may have mentioned this before, but when I'm feeling fit, even if I'm sick, it's not quite as horrid. This thought came to mind as I took the stairs at work, drippy nose and all. This evening's plan is an early bedtime, because tomorrow... I'm the only one on my work team who is NOT on vacation!
Oh, and meditating when you can't breathe through the nose? Not so much fun. But doable. And the cat curled up and warmed my lap the whole time. Yes, I live my life with passion and enthusiasm, as today's centering thought told us.
And tomorrow is Friday... Good Friday, to be precise. A Blessed Easter weekend to all my Christian friends... may the promise of Christmas be fulfilled in the resurrection in your heart.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I got up this morning feeling like I left something on that trail yesterday. Yep, bit on the stiff side, and moving slowly. An ankle that wants to be favored a little, and legs with some delayed onset soreness. So, taking the steps very easy as I work on the laundry. My pedometer count is very low so far... just not hopping up and bouncing around like I normally do of a morning.
What I perceive I am feeling is the difference between "pushing it" which I obviously did yesterday, and a training long and slow. Racing, you see, is different from running. In an organized "race", I'm wearing a bib, and getting an "official" time, and the adrenaline, camaraderie, and competition kick in.
So as people would draw up beside me, I would kick the gear to keep up with them, even for a little while. It puts the intervals on a different schedule, not the clock, but the people around you pulling you forward. Or the enticing chance to catch up to someone who is just a shade slower than you.
One thing I noticed, the guy I have long admired at work who runs (and has for years) passed me again, him past the halfway point, me still on the way out. Seems like each year, it's CLOSER to the halfway point when we meet this way!
And here's the deal: I love it. I train so that I CAN race. Some folks running for the sake of running is enough. MOBYCARP has as his goal to be able to run three times a week, because that's what he loves. His goal is to not injure himself so he can keep on doing this.
But I'm wired enough differently that I seem to need the upcoming race to get myself out to run. Because face it, without training, there is no racing.
I didn't mention it yesterday, but my time was good enough to give me 2nd in my age group. There's a 63 year old woman in town who ran about 20 seconds a mile faster than I. And a 70 year old gal who beat us both! Anyway... 2nd place for 60 - 69 gives me a gift certificate for the running store in town. Enough to cover a couple of pair of my favorite running socks. Almost. But of all the little luxuries? Good athletic socks rule!
Life is Good. Get out there and live it well. Spark on!
Saturday, March 23, 2013
It was 27 degrees Fahrenheit at the start of the race, cloudy, light wind. Not really too terrible for a "long, slow run". Footing was a little dicey in a couple of spots, and I found it the better part of valor to move to the edge of the trail where the ice was not hanging on.
As with two years ago, colder waiting to start than once we got going. I wore my Isis winter running tights, my Feetures socks, the New Balance shoes I had worn at last Summer's Color Run (because I didn't want to get my new Nike Pegasus ones muddy), an Impact Fitness tank top, covered by a long sleeved cotton t-shirt (courtesy of the blood bank), and then an Impact Fitness Wasatch running jacket over that. And a home-crocheted cap. Sorry, didn't take pictures... the goal was to finish... in an upright position, smile on face. Remember?
I still had my little belt from the St. Petersburg women's HM last November, so rather than safety pins I had something to hang my race bib on. And I had my runkeeper on the Smart Phone, along with the tunes to play through my bluetooth headset. And although I probably would not have needed it, I wore the camelback water supply... the advantage to that is that I can drink during walk breaks of my own choosing rather than at the race provided stations.
In short... old lady has spent money over time to help motivate and equip herself for this sort of thing. Just about every time I follow through and do something fitness related that I have committed to, I reward myself with a little something to make it easier or more fun next time.
Anyway, before the race I went hunting for names of people I knew, and a lot of them were not doing it this year. Life changes. It was really too cold to expect anyone to come freeze their tushies off watching, and that expectation was met. Ten miles is a long time to wait around at the finish line, even with coats caps and gloves!
I also looked up last year's time before I went to the start... last year I did this race in 1:47:28. Which was respectable, in my book. But it was a hot day last year, which probably slowed everyone down a bit. In the freezing temperature? I ran a bit faster (or more consistently)... 1:42:47, official time.
Am I happy? You betcha! Life is GOOD! Spark on.
Friday, March 22, 2013
This morning when I read OverworkedJanet's blog, she used the phrase "I'm getting too old for this!" It resonated with me because I have used that phrase myself several times since the onset of the current work project.
What Janet was referring to was 12 hour days and scrambling through an urgent work situation. What I was referring to was the size of the work effort and what it will take to bring it in anywhere close to on schedule. I was thinking of all the "mandatory unpaid overtime to meet a date" bludgeons that people have hung out there as what, fears? Threats? I have strong memories of projects worked under those kinds of conditions... when I was younger and willing to sacrifice my body and my health for the sake of the puzzle.
Bottom line, YES, I am getting too old... but for WHAT? I am getting too old to NOT take care of my body! I am ALSO too old to either cower under the implied threats or pout and be passively aggressive. Those would be childish responses. Turning the feelings inward and compulsive eating would be comparable to an alcoholic drinking over the situation, or an addict getting high. If I'm NOT taking my walking breaks, the vending machines tend to call my name.
So, yes, I'm too old... no, let's make that too WISE to respond that way. I shall do what I can and take care of ME... because only then can I do my part. My PART, not the whole thing. And that is what I can expect of me... WISE behavior!
We can do this, Spark-friends. And while it's hard, it is so very worth it. As are WE!
Pep talk done: Life's good. Spark on.
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