9/12/13
Today is my sister's birthday!!! Happy birthday to my beautiful sister, Diana!!! We are "Irish Twins" which means that we are about eighteen months apart. I read that somewhere but I'm not 100% that it's true but I like the way it sounds so I tell everyone that my sister and I are Irish Twins and if it's not true, I don't care! :-) Anyway, happy birthday to my beautiful sister and I hope your day is blessed! I love you very much!
In honor of my sister's birthday and hence our progression into middle and to also to fight the ongoing Battle of the Bulge that is raging around my muffin top region, I hit The Mill again today. I took yesterday off because I was very sore. I was so sore I had a hard time walking. Now, here's what I'm wondering: Prior to Monday, the last time I ran was in June when I ran the Color Run 5k. Before that I had trained some but not strenuously. My son, who is eleven years old, has not set foot in front of the other one other than to walk (which he really didn't do much of this summer if you really want the honest truth) and last Saturday he ran a 5k, something he's never done in his entire life! Okay...so what's up with that? I ran a total of 3 miles in two days and I can barely walk and he runs a full 5k (keep in mind, I couldn't run a 5k distance if I tried right now) without training, without practice, never running one before. I run one mile and I'm dying and it's been less time since I've run (a 5k at that) and I can't do it! What's up with that? My husband (or was it my mother in law?) says it's because my son didn't run very fast. Well, okay, so he's not Speedy Gonzales, that's for sure, but even if I slow it down I still can't pull a full 5k without walking! Granted I'm pretty out of shape, but then again, Matthew hasn't run since end of April, first of May. Shouldn't he be out of shape too? I just don't get it!!!! Oh, well....so the point is, I was sore yesterday and I took the day off. I'm glad I did. I don't think I could've put any miles in yesterday and I'm pretty sure I would've ended up hurting myself if I had. Glad I listened to my body and took the day off.
So, since I knew I was going to run on The Mill this morning I left the truck out of the garage when I got home from taking kids to school. When I got back I almost talked myself out of running. I was rather sleepy; we went to bed a bit late last night, later than I intended and when my husband's alarm went off this morning (at the butt crack of dawn, 5:50 A.M.) I wasn't able to go back to sleep. I usually drift back off until my alarm goes off almost an hour later. This morning I didn't get that little nap. Bummer. At any rate, I was a bit sleepy. I'm actually a bit sleepy now. Maybe I'll take a quick nap before I get out and run some errands. However, I knew if I went back to sleep I'd probably sleep until 11:00 or noon and then it would be really hot and I would really talk myself out of running. I suited up and headed out to The Mill.
Nothing exciting about this run today. Ran a mile and a half at the usual pace. I started out using the usual tricks. I had to use the "how many minutes to half a mile" mind trick to get through the first half mile. I then stopped for a drink. I was feeling a little bit tired. I'm not sure if it's because I'm out of shape or if it's because I was tired today. Maybe it was a little of both. I know on Tuesday I was feeling good and didn't have to use any tricks. Then yesterday I was pretty sore so I'm not sure. I'm feeling pretty good right now, no muscle pain or anything. I did stretch after I ran my miles. After my running I walked again for half a mile. This was partly because I wanted to get in a full two miles. I feel a bit guilty when I only run one mile; I guess I feel like I should be running more miles.
I'm feeling really sleepy now so I'm going to give you the details and post this: Ran 1.5 miles @ 5 MPH for a pace of 12:00. It took eighteen minutes. Did some stretching after the run then put in .5 mile @ 3.6 MPH for a pace of 16:40. It took 8 minutes and twenty seconds.
All in all, it was a good run. I do like running in the garage. It's almost like having The Mill outside with the privacy of being inside (so no one can watch me jiggle....and EVERYTHING is jiggling right now....UGH!!!) Seems like a win-win to me! Satisfied with this run but will be glad to be up to my normal mileage and working on upping my mileage and speed.
Happy Running!
KEA
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Say Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
9/10/13
Day Two of Operation Get Back In Shape
Today was a much better day than yesterday. Today I set up The Mill in the garage. Actually, The Mill was already in the garage. While our new house has more bedrooms than our old house, it doesn't seem to have as much space so there was no where to put The Mill in the house. So we left it in the garage. I thought it would be better out there anyway. The original plan was to put it in the corner of the garage but it turns out the lady who lived here before left a cabinet (Yay! Thanks, lady who lived here before!) and while I did spend a whole afternoon straightening and rearranging the garage (we pronounce it Guh rah gee because it's funny to say it that way) we still have a bunch of boxes that we have to get rid of so they are kind of strategically piled up and stacked until we can find a way to dispose of them without torking off the garbage people too much. My step mother said we could bring them to their house and burn them so that's probably what we will do. Anyway, so right now The Mill is kind of pushed off to the side and surrounded by stuff (although it's all very neat and tidy and organized, it's still stuff that's not supposed to be there.) I pulled the truck (did I mention my wonderful husband bought me an awesome truck? It's a 2006 Honda Pilot and I LOVE it! Let's hear it for awesome husbands!!! WOOT WOOT!!!) out of the garage and moved The Mill out. It turned out rather well. It was far enough into the garage that I can't really be seen unless you are coming down the street toward our house but out enough that I don't feel claustrophobic.
Since yesterday was such a hard run I decided that I was only going to run a mile and then see how I felt. I started out with the usual pace (5 MPH for a pace of 12:00) and at half a mile I stopped have a drink. It's hotter where we live and I was running in the garage with no air conditioning so I figured I better maintain hydration. I started up again and by the time I hit one mile I felt pretty good. I kept going for another half a mile. I stopped there because I was feeling tired and although I didn't want to stop, I knew if I didn't I would feel sore tomorrow and I would use that as an excuse not to run again. Since I didn't want to stop I went ahead and walked another half a mile so I could burn a few more calories.
Today felt much better than yesterday and I never thought I'd say this but I felt much better on The Mill today than I did on the street yesterday. I'm not sure why that is. I suppose it's because when I'm on the street I set my own pace and yesterday I started out at a pace of 9:32 (I think that's what it was) and burned myself out very quickly. When I get on The Mill I hit the 5 button and it starts me at 5 MPH. It doesn't change unless I change it and it keeps me steady and going. I believe I'm going to continue to run The Mill until I get back in shape. This way I'm sure not to burn myself out. Plus when I'm on The Mill I have easy access to water. I like water. I like ice water with lots of ice in it to keep me hydrated. When running on the street there's that pesky problem of how to carry water. When I'm not on a track I can't set it down somewhere and stop to get a drink when I want it. On The Mill it's in the handy little cup holder all nice and cold and dripping so I can wipe my cold, wet hand across my face when I'm too hot. So, until I'm back in shape I will be on The Mill. Never thought I'd prefer The Mill to the street. Imagine that!
Okay...time for the details: I ran 1.5 miles @ 5 MPH for a pace of 12:00. It took 18 minutes. I then walked .5 mile @ 3.6 MPH for a pace of 16:40. It took 8 minutes and 20 seconds.
Pretty satisfied with today's run. Will do it again tomorrow.
Happy Running!
KEA
Day Two of Operation Get Back In Shape
Today was a much better day than yesterday. Today I set up The Mill in the garage. Actually, The Mill was already in the garage. While our new house has more bedrooms than our old house, it doesn't seem to have as much space so there was no where to put The Mill in the house. So we left it in the garage. I thought it would be better out there anyway. The original plan was to put it in the corner of the garage but it turns out the lady who lived here before left a cabinet (Yay! Thanks, lady who lived here before!) and while I did spend a whole afternoon straightening and rearranging the garage (we pronounce it Guh rah gee because it's funny to say it that way) we still have a bunch of boxes that we have to get rid of so they are kind of strategically piled up and stacked until we can find a way to dispose of them without torking off the garbage people too much. My step mother said we could bring them to their house and burn them so that's probably what we will do. Anyway, so right now The Mill is kind of pushed off to the side and surrounded by stuff (although it's all very neat and tidy and organized, it's still stuff that's not supposed to be there.) I pulled the truck (did I mention my wonderful husband bought me an awesome truck? It's a 2006 Honda Pilot and I LOVE it! Let's hear it for awesome husbands!!! WOOT WOOT!!!) out of the garage and moved The Mill out. It turned out rather well. It was far enough into the garage that I can't really be seen unless you are coming down the street toward our house but out enough that I don't feel claustrophobic.
Since yesterday was such a hard run I decided that I was only going to run a mile and then see how I felt. I started out with the usual pace (5 MPH for a pace of 12:00) and at half a mile I stopped have a drink. It's hotter where we live and I was running in the garage with no air conditioning so I figured I better maintain hydration. I started up again and by the time I hit one mile I felt pretty good. I kept going for another half a mile. I stopped there because I was feeling tired and although I didn't want to stop, I knew if I didn't I would feel sore tomorrow and I would use that as an excuse not to run again. Since I didn't want to stop I went ahead and walked another half a mile so I could burn a few more calories.
Today felt much better than yesterday and I never thought I'd say this but I felt much better on The Mill today than I did on the street yesterday. I'm not sure why that is. I suppose it's because when I'm on the street I set my own pace and yesterday I started out at a pace of 9:32 (I think that's what it was) and burned myself out very quickly. When I get on The Mill I hit the 5 button and it starts me at 5 MPH. It doesn't change unless I change it and it keeps me steady and going. I believe I'm going to continue to run The Mill until I get back in shape. This way I'm sure not to burn myself out. Plus when I'm on The Mill I have easy access to water. I like water. I like ice water with lots of ice in it to keep me hydrated. When running on the street there's that pesky problem of how to carry water. When I'm not on a track I can't set it down somewhere and stop to get a drink when I want it. On The Mill it's in the handy little cup holder all nice and cold and dripping so I can wipe my cold, wet hand across my face when I'm too hot. So, until I'm back in shape I will be on The Mill. Never thought I'd prefer The Mill to the street. Imagine that!
Okay...time for the details: I ran 1.5 miles @ 5 MPH for a pace of 12:00. It took 18 minutes. I then walked .5 mile @ 3.6 MPH for a pace of 16:40. It took 8 minutes and 20 seconds.
Pretty satisfied with today's run. Will do it again tomorrow.
Happy Running!
KEA
Monday, September 9, 2013
Let That Be a Lesson to You
September 9, 2013
I haven't put foot to pavement or treadmill since the Color Blaze in June of this year and that's a real shame. So many things seemed to get in the way. We made a major move when my husband got a job and there was so much that needed to be done. There just didn't seem to be any time to run in there. Then when we finally made the move there always seemed to be something that needed to be done and I was so tired. When things were finally unpacked and organized I had to get kids ready for school. Then there's the going back and forth between this house and the old one to work on getting the old house ready to sell. There's always something going on and it seemed that I couldn't fit a run in. It's also a lot hotter where we are now so my old running schedule won't work. I used to run in the hottest part of the day but now I can't. It's just too hot so I have to run in the morning. I've been telling myself that I will get up with my husband (at the butt crack of dawn) and get a run in then. That way someone will be home with the kids and I won't worry about leaving them alone even if they are sleeping and can't get into any trouble while I'm gone. However, hubby's alarm goes off and I roll over. I just can't seem to get myself up, especially when we are staying up too late again (although now too late is 11:00 or 12:00 not 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning!) Well, Saturday morning I happened to step on the scale and I saw a number that was unacceptable so I told myself no more excuses. Today I laced up the old Marathon 10's and stepped out the door.
Today's route is new territory so I didn't know what to expect although it is pavement so it's not much different than Ye Olde Courthouse Run. The only differences are that the road is smooth, no cracks or bumps and the distance I could go didn't have any hills except for my driveway. The road felt good under my feet. The only problem is that I felt terrible. I am so out of shape it's pathetic. I couldn't breathe and everything hurt. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. My lungs hurt. My shoulder hurt - you know, that pain you get in your shoulder when you are out of breath but you keep running? You probably remember that pain from gym class, right? Well, I felt terrible. I could only do one mile and almost didn't even do that. I felt every bit of my age and then some today. I even felt like I was going to throw up for about fifteen minutes after I got back. UGH!!!!
I'm pretty cranky with myself because I know that I should never have stopped running; I knew this would happen. The only thing I can do is go at it again tomorrow and hope that I get through this quick. So, completely dissatisfied with this run today, especially since my son, who hasn't run since around April or May completed a full 5k on Saturday. What's up with that???? I feel like a wimp and am aggravated that I didn't make the time to keep up with my passion.
So with no further ado, here are the details: I ran one mile. It took me 11 minutes and fifty seconds for a pace of, yup, you guessed it, 11:50.
Completely unhappy with this run but tomorrow's another day. I will leave you with one of my inspirations: "I guarantee that if you give up now, you will give it another shot someday. Maybe in a month. Maybe 6 days. Maybe even 14. But I know you want this and you won't stop until you get it. So don't stop NOW. Because when you start again you're going to look and think "Why the hell didn't I keep going?" It'll be hard now or it'll be hard later. YOU PICK."
Happy Running!
KEA
I haven't put foot to pavement or treadmill since the Color Blaze in June of this year and that's a real shame. So many things seemed to get in the way. We made a major move when my husband got a job and there was so much that needed to be done. There just didn't seem to be any time to run in there. Then when we finally made the move there always seemed to be something that needed to be done and I was so tired. When things were finally unpacked and organized I had to get kids ready for school. Then there's the going back and forth between this house and the old one to work on getting the old house ready to sell. There's always something going on and it seemed that I couldn't fit a run in. It's also a lot hotter where we are now so my old running schedule won't work. I used to run in the hottest part of the day but now I can't. It's just too hot so I have to run in the morning. I've been telling myself that I will get up with my husband (at the butt crack of dawn) and get a run in then. That way someone will be home with the kids and I won't worry about leaving them alone even if they are sleeping and can't get into any trouble while I'm gone. However, hubby's alarm goes off and I roll over. I just can't seem to get myself up, especially when we are staying up too late again (although now too late is 11:00 or 12:00 not 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning!) Well, Saturday morning I happened to step on the scale and I saw a number that was unacceptable so I told myself no more excuses. Today I laced up the old Marathon 10's and stepped out the door.
Today's route is new territory so I didn't know what to expect although it is pavement so it's not much different than Ye Olde Courthouse Run. The only differences are that the road is smooth, no cracks or bumps and the distance I could go didn't have any hills except for my driveway. The road felt good under my feet. The only problem is that I felt terrible. I am so out of shape it's pathetic. I couldn't breathe and everything hurt. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. My lungs hurt. My shoulder hurt - you know, that pain you get in your shoulder when you are out of breath but you keep running? You probably remember that pain from gym class, right? Well, I felt terrible. I could only do one mile and almost didn't even do that. I felt every bit of my age and then some today. I even felt like I was going to throw up for about fifteen minutes after I got back. UGH!!!!
I'm pretty cranky with myself because I know that I should never have stopped running; I knew this would happen. The only thing I can do is go at it again tomorrow and hope that I get through this quick. So, completely dissatisfied with this run today, especially since my son, who hasn't run since around April or May completed a full 5k on Saturday. What's up with that???? I feel like a wimp and am aggravated that I didn't make the time to keep up with my passion.
So with no further ado, here are the details: I ran one mile. It took me 11 minutes and fifty seconds for a pace of, yup, you guessed it, 11:50.
Completely unhappy with this run but tomorrow's another day. I will leave you with one of my inspirations: "I guarantee that if you give up now, you will give it another shot someday. Maybe in a month. Maybe 6 days. Maybe even 14. But I know you want this and you won't stop until you get it. So don't stop NOW. Because when you start again you're going to look and think "Why the hell didn't I keep going?" It'll be hard now or it'll be hard later. YOU PICK."
Happy Running!
KEA
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