Sunday, April 11, 2010
This morning I stepped on the scales and was disappointed to see what I knew was happening. I'm putting weight back on. It's not mysterious how this is happening. I've been snacking on Tostitos while cooking dinner, having a cocktail or two during the week before dinner, and, oh yes, finishing off the coconut cream pie from Easter. Of the 8 lbs. I lost, 6 of them are back, and I can definitely feel and see each and every one of them.
It's time to get back to tracking my food and eating consciously. To make sure I'm accountable, I'm sharing this week's goals:
Calories: average 1500 per day
Plan my meals at least 1 day in advance.
Monday: 45-55 minutes of running
Breakfast: cereal and milk, 1/2 banana, oj
Lunch: cottage cheese, celery w/cr. cheese & olives
Snack: Hummus and green peppers
Dinner: Hamburger, Sandwich Thin, Beets
Dessert: Yogurt with Strawberries
Tuesday: 45 minutes of yoga; 45 minutes of running (running club)
Wednesday: 45 minutes of yoga; P90X
Thursday: 45 minutes of yoga; 45-55 minutes of running
Friday: 90 minutes of yoga
Saturday: 60 minutes running
Sunday: P90X; 30 minutes of yoga
Friday, March 19, 2010
I run in Brooks Adrenaline—currently GTS 9s--and love them. I bought my first pair 3 years ago, maybe GTS 6s then, when I started running and loved them immediately. They felt like they were custom-made for my goofy feet—really wide forefront and narrow heels. Add to that an extra bone at the outside of each foot that makes it difficult to find shoes that fit. A sales clerk once described them as
feet. (For the record—they’re not webbed, and I did not buy shoes from her). I could easily win an ugly-feet contest.
Since my first pair of Brooks, I’ve tried other brands—Asics, Saucony and even a different Brooks model, but none of them fit like the Adrenaline. Anyhow, I needed a new pair so I ran out to Dick’s last night. Brooks has come out with a new model—GTS 10. I thought I’d get the new model, but they were a big disappointment. The arch support digs into my foot and is very uncomfortable. Luckily, they still had the GTS 9 in stock and they were on sale, so I bought them. The 9s won’t last long, so I’m dusting off my credit card and buying another pair—maybe two. It might be awhile before another model fits like the 9s.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Yesterday afternoon was gorgeous. High 50s, sunny, and barely a breeze. Perfect for a 20-mile run, so I took the afternoon off to do just that. I plotted a route that would take me from the office out into the country and back.
I felt light on my feet and had to reign myself in numerous time because I was running just a tad faster than I wanted. I was enjoying the sounds and scenery so much I didn't bother plugging in the music. At the one hour mark I was just over 5 miles into the run and feeling fabulous. At mile 6, I wiped the sweat from my right eye causing my contact to slide off. With no way to figure out where it was in the socket, I just kept running--I always wondered what would happen if my contact popped out during a race. Now I know--not much of anything. Depth perception was off, but I could see distance well enough with one contact that it wasn't an issue. A convenience store was somewhere on my way back and I figured I'd run in there and slide the contact back into place.
At mile 10, I had been running 2 hrs, 1 min and 30 seconds. Good pace and I wasn't slowing down and still felt great--less than half tired. Wow, this was going to be one of those treasured running days when you can hardly believe it can get this good.
Then it happened. Just past mile 12 my left big toe went into a cramp. It was a bit warmer than I anticipated and I figured I wasn't drinking enough, so I sucked up the rest of the Gatorade from my Cambelback--the convenience store was about 2 blocks away; I knew I could make it there and buy some more. I pulled off my shoe, walked around a bit, tried some easy stretching and finally the toe released. Threw on my shoe and walked to the store. Got the Gatorade, took a bathroom break, and slipped my contact back into place. The clerk was so nice--she gave me a large glass of ice water, too, while I rested a bit and asked about my running.
The cramp was gone and I felt fresh and strong, so I started out at a very slow pace to make sure the toe wasn't going to cramp again. About 10 minutes into the running, my right ankle began to hurt. This has been an on again, off again, problem, but had not been giving me trouble for quite a while so I was really surprised. I slowed down, then walked. It felt better, I started to run again. I ran/walked another three miles until it started to hurt even when I walked and I was beginning to limp, so I called it quits and called my SAG vehicle to pick me up. Thank goodness for cell phones and supportive husbands.
I iced and elevated my ankle last night and today it feels fine unless I'm walking down stairs--then I get that twinge of pain for just a second or two. Tonight I'll do some easy yoga and stretches and ice it again. No running until Saturday. I've entered a 5K, but will only run it if the ankle feels good.
I'll have to wait until early April to attempt 20 miles again--can't take any chances with a long run since I have a half marathon on March 27th. Maybe I'm maturing as a runner. I'm not stressed at not reaching my goal and I'm taking this in stride. It was a beautiful run while it lasted.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Last night's workout was a hodge podge, but I ran, for the first time, a Magic Mile at 9:41, which translates to a half marathon time of 2:32:13. Both of last year's half marathons were under that time by quite a bit. I'll run another Magic Mile next week and see what I get. It will be interesting to see if this is a true predictor of race time for me.
In the middle of the 5-miler, I adjusted my course to run "That Hill." No repeats, just part of the route I was running. I made it up without walking, but just barely. When I reached the top, I had to walk for about half a block to catch my breath. My stomach felt like it was turned inside out.
The last mile or so I ran at a pretty good clip--several times I was running around 8:15, though I don't know that I sustained that pace for very long, but the run was faster than usual.
Last night was the last of the great weather for awhile. It's raining now and more is promised for the weekend. It's going to be a wet 20 miles on Saturday or Sunday.
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