Saturday, December 17, 2011
I had an okay week for running. I ran Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. This blog is a week late because I have been so tired from running and doing my best to take care of the kids and house. I will blog about my 11 miler tomorrow.
Oh mother nature was all over the place a week ago. My Tuesday run was perfect. It was not too hot or cold so I got in a quick 3 miler and it was a fast one. I am thinking that my 5 miler on Wednesday is going to be just as great...wrong. Wednesday was way too hot for my 5 miler. December is usually comfortable weather in Florida....I was surprised by the humid weather. No need to worry, on Thursday a cold front came through overnight so my Thursday run was a cool one; just what I need. I was hoping it would stick around for my 10 miler on Saturday.
Saturday morning I woke up a little earlier to have a small snack before heading out the door. I did not think it would be a good idea to run 10 miles on an empty stomach and I want to see if I can find the right thing to eat before my race. I had half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some water to wash it down. I used the down time to charge my Garmin and Nano. I was about to head out the door when my daughter woke up. She wakes up calling for me and I knew it would be hard on her to see me leave out the door. So to avoid seeing her cry, I pulled out the jogging stroller and strapped her in....in her pajamas. My 3 year old has been back sliding with her potty training since my turkey trot run. She still uses the toilet at home and I carry here little pot that I keep in my trunk when we travel but we are back to pull ups at night. I went months without having to buy them. Sigh. She will get over this phase again in her own time. I am not rushing her.
The cold weather did not last and it was a humid run. Miles 1, 2, and 3 go well. Mile 4 my daughter says, "Yea, yea, yea"....translation she has to go potty. We are in a neighborhood, but I do not anyone in this part of Doral, and after that we are on a sidewalk to nowhere. There are no businesses around and even if there were she would not use a public bathroom. I was coming up to a light so I stopped to talk to her. I told her it was okay to pee pee in her pull up. She did not want to at first, but eventually she did. The run was tough with the stroller. I felt the added weight in my knees the entire run. I did not regret bringing my baby. She was happy being with me. Although near the end she said, "Go home now". I had to laugh because it was a long ride for her. She was a trooper though.
I am faithfully getting in my long runs. I feel confident about completing the half and I have a pretty good idea about my finishing time; between 2:15 - 2:30. This is what I am trending and I will be more than happy with that for my 1st half. Well that is it for now and I will blog about my 11 miler tomorrow. I did it....yay!!!!!
Bye for now.
Daphne in Doral (Miami)
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
I had a busy week as usual. I am helping one of my neighbors who is returning to work part time. This is week two of me picking up her son and bringing him home to do homework and have a quick snack. I pick up my 3 year old at her school first and then double back to pick up my son and his friend. I learned in week one that they need to be separated otherwise they spend the entire time looking at each others answers. Wow, since when did first grade math become so complicated? I did fairly well in school so I do not understand the need for schools to try to reinvent math.
Mother nature was kind to me this week. I ran on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and my 9 miler on Saturday. I had good runs and I ate well also. I am venturing into new territory here. I am used to running over 9 miles a week, but I have never done it in one run...until Saturday.
I know the neighborhood well and which route I would need to take to get in 9 miles. I wanted to do hills. Since we do not have many hills in Florida, bridges are the next best thing. So am I about to head out the door and then I remember a blog from Coach Nancy where she mentioned you should leave a map where you are running or tell someone where you are going to run. I ran back in the house to tell my husband and he was not comfortable with my intended route so I nixed it and mapped out "plan b". Miles 1, 2, and 3 went by without notice. I had my Nano for background music and my new water bottle. It came in handy. Although by mile 4, it was warm and no longer refreshing to sip on. Also at mile 4, my route changed directions and this is the first that I noticed the "flat hills"......wind, wind, wind. I am halfway into my run so I kept running. Mile 5 was refreshing; no wind, but I was starting to fade. In my head, I am saying Gatorade, Gatorade, Gatorade....should have bought my Prime 01 Gatorade. I love the sweet salty taste of it. And boy was I missing it. Mile 6 was a tough one. I go to cross the street to finish off my remaining 5k and almost get hit by a car. The driver blew through a yellow/red light. I actually had to back jog to let the car pass. Once I got across the street, I stopped to collect my thoughts and to go back and retrieve my heart that was left in the middle of the street. I ran miles 6 and 7 in the wind. It brought back memories of me running cross country meets in Chicago, in October.....wind, wind, wind. Miles 8 and 9 dragged by. I thought my Garmin would never say 9.00.
Whew, lesson learned. Fuel the body. I went to the store and stocked up on Gatorade Prime 01 after that run. 10 miler, I will be ready for you on Saturday. Lol!!!
I am glad I did not wear my new Saucony shoes. I think my running style has changed and I no longer need that much stability. I ran my short runs last week in the Sauconys and I made a "slapping" sound when I ran so I ran in my Nike for the 9 miler. Well I asked Santa for a gift card to my local running store. Hopefully I will get refitted then and use my Saucony for walking. I will blog about my 10 miler on the weekend.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
This week was very busy for me. I had to shorten my runs this week because I ran the turkey trot on Thursday....will get to that later. I meant to run on Sunday, but I spent time with the family. My husband was going out of town the next day and was not going to be home for Thanksgiving. So I ran on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and will run later today.
Monday was pure chaos. Another Turkey day meal...this time at my daughter's school. She goes to school in the afternoon, but on Monday everyone was coming in the morning. I could not be in two places at once so my husband dropped of our son on his way to the airport and I took my "princess" to school. I picked up my Turkey Trot shirt on Saturday and wore it Monday morning. It is school bus yellow so you could not miss me; got a couple of good luck wishes. I wanted to run 4 miles but cut it to 3....I ran out of time before I had to go back to my daughter's school. I also volunteered to help a neighbor by picking up her son. Things did not go so well; the day before his parents had to work the NASCAR event to raise money for his hockey team. They were gone all day; the little boy thought he was going to be at my house ALL day. His mom was still at the school so she took him home.
Just a regular Tuesday; dropped my kids off at school, ran for 2 miles and right after did my strength training, showered and then it is time to head back to school for pickups. All went well, even my neighbor's child had a good Tuesday. The in laws were coming down from St. Augustine and heading to West Palm Beach to get settled in and then come to my place for Turkey day....plans changed. My husband's grandmother fell last week in West Palm Beach while trying to make it up the stairs to the condo. So instead of trying to figure out how to get grandma up and down the stairs, we decided it would be best if they stayed here in Miami; we do not have stairs at the entrance.
I had all day Wednesday to prepare the room for grandma. I have to transform the kid's toy room into a bedroom. After school, I took the kids to the park and let them play for one hour and an half. I was prepping everything for my mother in law to watch the kids Thursday morning. My son is fine with me not being there in the morning, but my 3 year old still calls my name 1st thing in the morning. She must have been worried sick; I was not there and neither was my husband. I knew she was in good hands so I just focused on the race.
My alarm goes off at 5:30. I wake up and have a banana and a slice of wheat toast with peanut butter. I wash it down with water. Said good bye to my mother in law and headed out the door for my race. In my driveway I remembered my bib number was on top of the fridge. Good thing I remembered this before I left the community. Whew. I was supposed to meet my friends there. I did not see them until about mile 4 into the race.
So now getting to the race. It was a nice turnout. They did a great job directing everyone into the parking lot; well planned out. The race closed out at 4,500. I was able to get in a little jog, go to the porto o potty and head over the starting line on time....the race was still delayed. It did not start at 7:30 last year either. I find the 10 minute/mile pacer and squeeze in there. Everyone starts at the same time. The music is pumping and the gun goes off. It takes me 6 minutes to cross the start line. My bib has the strip behind it so my time does not start until I cross the line.
They changed the course up a bit. Miles 1,2 and 3 went by with a blur (30 minutes). Yay....I am on track to finish in 60 minutes. I am not focusing on anyone's pace except mine. People were still passing me up and then a few minutes later I would see them walking so I would pass them up. From reading other sparker's blogs I know a lot of people are running/walking their race. I have my running buddy...my Garmin. Mile 3.5 I notice I have another running buddy; George.
George is hard to miss (about 6'6") and easy on the eyes. I mentioned to George my goal was to finish in 60 minutes and he said he would be sticking by my side for the rest of the race...and he did. After mile 4 George was struggling with his breathing. I suggested he take deep breaths and that seemed to helped. Everything was going okay until mile 5. My pace was slowing and i gave George "the thanks for running with me but keep going". No way....we were in this together. I kept going and was really glad to have someone to keep me from slowing down too much. We did it; between George's achy hips and my achy abs we finished. I finished the race in 62 minutes. A new PR for me!!!! I shaved 5 minutes off my time since my last 10k in May. Yay!!!!!! Thank you George for staying by me and helping me make it to the finish line. I had a great time. I met up with my friends after the race and hit the tents for goodies. And then it was time to go home shower and cook Thanksgiving Dinner.
The next day I woke up at 5:30, again, to head over to one of the local running store to buy a new pair of running shoes. From 6 to 7 am a selection of shoes were available for $20....I got me a pair (Saucony ProGrid Hurricane 11)!!!!!! They were originally $130 so I saved $110!!!!!! Or rather my sister in law saved the money since she bought them. I plan on heading out in a bit to give them a try....just a short run of 2 miles.
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Daphne in Doral (Miami)
Saturday, November 19, 2011
I had to shift my running schedule a little this week due to my husband traveling and my son's Thanksgiving Day lunch. I have a small window of opportunity to exercise in the afternoon after I drop my daughter off to school at 11:20. So when I drive home change, throw on my Garmin and Nano (I love it, I strap it into a case that fits on my wrist like a watch and I run the ear plug wire up my arm through my shirt), it is around 11:45 - 12 before I head out the door.
I had some good runs this week and a couple where I just wanted them to be over with ASAP. I ran Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.
My 3 miler on Monday was one of the best runs of the week. I was a little hot, but not humid so I was able to get in 2 9+minute/miles and I slowed down and ran the last mile in 10+. I finished in 30 minutes. WooHoo....I must be getting used to running in the heat; or so I thought.
My 4 miler on Tuesday was pure torture. It was hot and humid at noon. I took it nice and easy averaging 10+ minutes/mile. I finished in 44 minutes. People are always zipping down my side main street, but it is quiet enough for me to run on the street facing the traffic.
My 3 miler on Wednesday was the worst. I had very little sleep and the heat and humidity zapped any energy I had left. I was up late on Tuesday because as I was doing a quick mop up around 7 that night when my mother-in-law called to say she was on her way....from St. Augustine. Granted I had 5 hours to get everything ready for her and her mom, I have a schedule I need to keep for the kids because my husband's work schedule is not a regular 9-5 it is up to me to provide stability for the kids and for myself as well. So after I mopped and transformed the kid's playroom into a bedroom, I finally went to bed at midnight; way too late for me.
Thursday was a marathon. I had to dress my daughter in her school clothes before I took my son to school because she has speech therapy across town right after I drop him off. My son's Thanksgiving lunch started at 11 which meant I had to drop my daughter off early at her school and back track to his school. All of this would have been doable if I had left the house in my dress shoes instead of my flip flops. Lol!!!! It was a good lunch for 6 dollars each. We had turkey, gravy, dressing, cranberry sauce, corn and a roll. And then we all pitched in and bought items like juice boxes, soda, bottled water, and the various desserts. I made smart choices and actually stayed within my calorie intake. Yay me!!!! My son was a little sad because after the lunch was an award ceremony for honor roll. He would cry each time the kids went up to receive their awards. He did get an award for perfect attendance. He wanted one for honor roll as well. This quarter he received all B's. He could of had an A or more if he did not give up when he did not know how to do something. He gives up when he does know how to do something. I am working with him to keep trying; I am always telling him his teacher will give him credit for trying. Hopefully all my talking is not falling on deaf ears.
So Friday rolls around. I wake up to hear water falling outside; it is raining and today I need to do my 8 miler. I have not watched the news so I do not know if it is a passing cloud or if it is going to rain all day; yep it was the latter....it rained the whole day. I drop my daughter off at school and it had slowed down to a drizzle so I am thinking maybe it is going to stop soon. When I headed out the door, it had stopped raining. At about .75 mile into my run, It started to drizzle and slowly increase to a soft rain. So by mile 1 I had wet feet and 7 miles to go. It was a good run despite the rain. I tried a new route, and it was refreshing to go a different way. I was lucky that there were considerate drivers that did not splash me. In several spots along my route, a part of one lane would flood and thank goodness the drivers had the courtesy to change lanes. I started out listening to a local radio station's 12 o'clock lunch jam, but when the songs changed from upbeats songs to rather mellow ones, I stopped to switch to my playlist. I finished my 8 miler in 87 minutes; 11 minute/mile run. Ha, since I ran in the rain, I did not have to worry about hydration this time around either.
Well that is if for this week. Next week is the Turkey Trot; I signed up for the 10k this year. I am going to do 2 short runs (Sunday and Tuesday) and then the race on Thursday. I am off to Sports Authority in a bit to pick up my race packet and look at water bottles and make a wish list for Christmas. It helps when I give my husband specifics.
Enjoy your weekend.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
So I head out the door for my seven miler. There were two men jogging by just as I was locking my front door. One of them said hello; so nice when another runner makes such a small gesture. I did a small warmup run and a few stretches and then I was off. The weather was perfect for South Florida this time of the year. It was about 7:15 so the temps were a cool 70 with no humidity so it really felt more like the 60's; a perfect morning for running. I run a different way for my long runs versus my short runs throughout the week.
I live in a gated community and I am at the back of it so I either have to wait by the back gate and be at the mercy of someone driving in/out or I can go out the front gate and continue on my way with no interruption. I usually opt to run to the front gate because I can get in half a mile of running with little traffic. My long runs take me down Doral Blvd. (this is the only road named after the city) towards 87th to a park across from Carnival headquarters and South Comm. (a huge military complex) and back.
I start my run down Doral Blvd and I run facing traffic because there are a few shopping plazas and each one has a couple of driveways to get into them. I am cautious when I go this way because some folks are "runner friendly" and others are not. Mile 1 - 1.5 is where I start to have a hard time....I am thinking too much. Friday was Veteran's day and since my dad was a Vietnam Vet, I thought of him. He passed away a couple of years ago....massive heart attack while driving (this is another reason why I like to walk/jog facing traffic). My mom and dad got divorced when I was 8 years old. They sent me away to live with my grandma(his mom) in Mississippi while all this was happening. Even though they got divorced, I saw my dad just the same. My dad came from a family of 10 and my mom a family of 13; our families were too co mingled at this point is our lives to separate because of my parent's divorce. Before I left home to go to college, my dad taught me how to change a flat tire, find the oil dip stick to check my oil, and the name of most tools. It did not matter that I was a girl, he wanted me to work at the railroad station with him. This is what I was thinking about when I started out running....good stuff.
Here is the bad. My aunt Minnie called me on Friday, on here way to the hair salon. She is my dad's sister. As I mentioned, I stay in touch with my dad's side of the family the same as my mom's; the divorce had no impact on our communication. I am still a little miffed about a conversation I had with my aunt a few weeks back. It has caused me to close up and not mention this to my mom.
My 6 year old son is on the autistic spectrum; PDD-NOS. For those who are not familiar with autism, basically it means he has some behaviors of autism. My son is in a first grade mainstream classroom the whole day and he is getting straight A's....now his behavior is another thing. Getting back to the story....my aunt calls me a couple of weeks ago to say hello and then the subject drifts to autism. She asked me if my son was autistic (she already knew this) so I played along and said yes he was on the spectrum. Her next question was "How does this happen?" I replied something like I felt it was genetic. Now here is the whopper, my aunt said" it must come from your mother's side of the family". Really. My heart fell out of my body. Since when did my dad's side of the family become superior to my mom's side. I will admit education is valued more on my dad's side than my mom's, but I did not see that coming out of her mouth. I have not told my mom what my aunt said because they talk on a daily basis and they are helping each other with life "stuff".
So I have the good memories of my dad and this horrible conversation of my aunt going through my head when the song "I Smile", came on in my NANO. I started crying like a baby, while I continued to run, and wondered why my dad had to go so soon, he was only 62, and other bad people out there who do drugs, drink like a fish and do other bad things to their body get to live. Why?
I told myself I had to pull it together or turn around and head home. I chose to keep running. My six miler consists of me running through my community to the front gate, down Doral Blvd. to 87th St., running the the park and looping around once and then start the journey home. So to make it a seven miler all I had to do was loop two times around the park. Not bad since it is just a little shy of being one mile. My first loop around was kind of lonely. There were maybe one or two people jogging. In a matter of ten minutes, there were at least 5 more people strutting their stuff.
I thought I ran a good run. My only concern for my run was whether I should bring a water bottle with me during my run and if I do what kind. There are two public restrooms on opposite ends of the park that have water fountains outside them so if I needed water, it was there. I sent an S.O.S. post to my spark friend (MBSHAZZER) Sharon and she helped me to answer to questions that I was pondering. I was also wondering if I had ran my run at the right pace. I finished my 7 miler in 77 minutes so my average was 11 minutes/mile. I ended the run feeling slightly winded (like walking up a flight of stairs) and not out of breath. She stated that is sounds like I ran a good pace. So all went well with my run. I dealt with the good and the bad. I know I need to talk with my aunt to tell her how she hurt my feelings. I know she already knows because she would call me at least 2 to 3 times a week and I rarely hear from her.
Well thanks for taking the time to read my long blog.
Daphne in Doral (Miami)
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