January 10, 2013
1.) Plantar fasciitis. My half marathon training is on hold, has been on hold for the past couple of weeks, and my hopes of running the Hampton Half at the end of February are becoming more and more bleak. I’m starting to think I’m not meant to run further than a 10k. Sigh. I ran 15 feet to catch the T the other day, and my foot flared up so bad, I was limping the rest of the day.
2.) Yoga. Yep, that’s what I said…yoga! Hot yoga, too. Bridget dragged me to a Slow Flow class, and I’ve been three times since. That might not seem like a lot to you, but this is huge for me. Slow flow is my jam right now. I’m terrible at it, but I feel great at the end, and the class is only 75 minutes, so it doesn’t give me time to hate everyone in it by the end.
3.) Giant apples. Literally, almost the size of my head. Or at least the size of my hand. Pretty sure I can make an entire pie with this bad boy:
4.) My weight. Lack of running is making me think I’m gaining weight at an alarming rate of speed. I’m trying to rein in these errant thoughts.
5.) This blog. Call it winter blues, my hurt foot, or lack of motivation, but I’ve had no desire to post here. Sorry guys, it is what it is.
6.) Vacation planning. Joe and I want to plan a trip for the spring. So far, our front runners are Iceland, a road trip up the Pacific Northwest coast, or Alaska. Other ideas have included Austin, Texas, another trip to Sedona, and Charleson, SC (I’ve been, Joe has not.) Any other ideas?
7.) Sunset Cantina margaritas. I’ve got dinner plans with a friend tonight, and I plan pretending it’s 85 degrees and sunny while sipping a mango marg over ice.
8.) Working from home. I work from home every Friday now, so Margarita Thursdays are allowed. Don’t judge me. My foot hurts.
December 17, 2012
The last time I posted was last Wednesday when I ran 45 minutes on the treadmill.
Thursday was Phase 1 Workout 2 of NROLFW. Not really much to report there.
Friday called for 30 minutes easy. I ran out side and knocked out 3.5 miles in about 35 minutes. I felt great and the pace I kept was super comfortable. I could’ve gone fast/further, but didn’t want to push myself too hard since it was the day before my long run.
Saturday called for an hour and a half run. I did about an hour and 15 minutes before I called it quits due to thirst. I need to figure out a way to get around this. Running with a water bottle in my hand is 100% out of the question. According to mapmyrun.com I did 7 miles on the nose.
It wasn’t my best run. My legs felt like dead weight. Most of my run was on Comm Ave, which is a hilly bitch, for lack of a better word. I’m all for training on hills, but good Lord it was awful.
I think I might start taking Friday’s off from running instead of doing the 30 minutes easy to help keep my legs fresh.
In other news, we put up our Christmas tree last Wednesday night! He’s crooked and short, but kind of adorable
Today’s schedule calls for a 5 mile run. My friend also talked me into doing a yoga class tonight.
We all know how my last experience went, so we’ll see how this goes. It’s a slow flow class, so I’m thinking I won’t be quite so out of my league as I usually am.
One can hope, right?
December 12, 2012
What’s your weirdest habit?
Mine is every time I leave the gym locker room, I immediately look down to make sure I put on my pants.
No, I’m not kidding.
I have no idea where my fear of unknowingly walking around pants-less comes from, but I apparently have a deep-seated fear of it happening in the gym after a workout.
I’ve never forgotten to put them on. But still, every single time, without fail, I double-check to make sure I have them on.
Anyway, here’s a little recap of my workouts since Friday (all done with pants on, thankyouverymuch.)
Monday, my plan called for 3 miles. I took it nice and easy and finished in about 28:30.
Tuesday was Phase 1, Workout 1 of NROLFW. I was really tired, so I did pretty much the bare of bones. (Normally I mix in a few quick bursts of cardio to keep my heart rate up, but there was none of that.)
Today, my plan called for 45 minutes of running. It averaged out to about 4.75 miles.
In all honesty, I could have gone faster, but I wanted to try to keep my pace to what it will most likely be when I run the half marathon. I threw in a couple intervals at a quicker pace, but generally kept it pretty steady.
This was first time in a long time that I didn’t have to switch to walking/sprint intervals to combat treadmill boredom. Maybe it was because I was distracted by the idiocy that is Kathie Lee and Hoda on the gym’s main television?
If that’s the case, I’ll take it. Nothing like a few bimbos drinking wine on TV to pass the time.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got going on over here. We cut down our tree over the weekend and are decorating it tonight, so I’ll be sure to post a picture of the lil fella when it’s done. (Seriously, he’s a lil fella. It was kind of slim pickins’ at the Christmas tree farm. But he’s cute anyway.)
Happy Wednesday! Make sure to keep your pants on, y’all!
December 7, 2012
Post titles are so hard to think of. Does anyone else have that problem?
Anyway, I feel so much better today. Actually, I was feeling so much better yesterday that I made it to the gym for workout 2 of phase one of NROLFW.
Deadlifts and lunges and lat pulldowns — oh my!
It’s amazing how effective basic lifting exercises can be. It’s only been a week, but I already feel better than when I was just running and lifting half-assed.
Don’t get me wrong — getting to the gym on lifting days is still a struggle. But having a plan to follow really does make it easier. A plan means there is a set end to the workout. I like that.
When I’m just lifting all willy-nilly, I always feel like I could be doing more. A plan lets me know I’m doing what I need to do, and that when I’m done, well, I’m done.
In other news, we finally saw Argo last night. It was good! I knew the general gist of the movie going in, but my only comment (not really a complaint) was that everything happened a lot faster than I thought it was going too.
The theater we went to has a bar in the lobby, which is kind of amazing except for the fact that the beer I had means I had to get up to pee twice during the movie. I’m getting so old.
I’ve got a long run planned for today. Normally, I would do a short 30 minute run today and long run tomorrow, but we’ve got a busy weekend (hooray Christmas tree!) so I want to get my long run in today so I don’t have to worry about it.
Phew! Sorry for the long, picture-less post. I’ll get some photos up in my next post.
December 6, 2012
Short post today. I’m still dealing with the residual effects of a massive migraine I had last night, so my head is a little fuzzy. The worst part is over, but I still feel like I have a tight rubber band wrapped around my head. Does that happen to anyone else?
Migraines really do suck. What sucks even worse is I know what causes them, but there’s not a whole hell of a lot I can do (or am willing to do) to change that, so I just have to deal with them for the time being.
I ran my 5 miles yesterday. They were fine. I only made it a mile and half before I switched to speed intervals to combat treadmill boredom, but I still finished them with about a 10 minute pace, so I was happy.
I’m gonna try workout two of phase one of NROLFW today, but I’m still not feeling 100% so I might skip it. Lifting heavy weights is quite possibly the worst thing I can do when I’m dealing with a migraine. So, I’ll keep you guys posted.
We’re making attempt #4 to see Argo tonight. Here’s hoping we make it — it’s not going to be in the theaters much longer. I have high hopes for tonight, though.
I’m working from home tomorrow, and then we’re getting our Christmas tree on Saturday. I’m excited to finally be in a place where one fits!
Wow — reading back through this post, I sound like I’m talking in a complete monotone voice. That’s about how I feel right about now. (Minus the errant exclamation point at the end of my Christmas tree sentence. Who wouldn’t be super excited for that?)
Anyway, happy Thursday! I’ll try to have a little more life in me the next post.
December 5, 2012
So, you guys know how I hate lifting?
Oh, you do? How do you know? Do I complain about it a lot?
Anyway. I think I’ve finally come up with a plan that will work for me. And that plans lies in a little book call New Rules of Lifting for Women.
I bought this book at the beginning of the year and made it through the first two phases before I gave up.
However, that was when I was at a different gym and working out after work. You know, when the gym is crowded with adolescent faux meat heads that think they own the place.
I’m back at my old gym now, which is conveniently in the basement of my office building (which means I can work out at 10 or 10:30 in the morning, when the gym is dead.)
This is much more conducive to my preferable lifting environment. No sweaty faux meat heads. Just old, rickety retired folks who go to the gym more for the social aspect than any health benefits.
I feel like a bad ass amongst that crowd.
Anyway, I digress.
I’ve decided to start NROLFW again, from the beginning. It’s a back-to-basics approach that’s perfect for my current half marathon training plan.
I’ll still be lifting twice a week, but now I have a plan to follow. I did the first workout of phase one yesterday, and I was sweating my butt off.
Remember Shoddy Lifting Tuesday when I did 2 sets of 8 squats and thought I was going to become a double amputee because of it?
The plan yesterday called for 2 sets of 15 squats with the same weight…and I did it. Easily.
It’s amazing how following a plan can force you to push yourself. Weird how that works, right?
Anyway, I’ve got 5 miles on the docket today. I’ve got high hopes.
In other news, I made pulled pork in my crockpot for the first time last night. I had put the word out on Facebook asking for a good recipe. A lot of people responded that they use root beer and/or ginger ale, or beer. I’m dying to try the root beer route, but I didn’t feel like going to the store, so I just used what we had on hand.
Onion, garlic, Sweet Baby Ray’s Honey BBQ sauce and some stout from the boys’ home brewed stash. I also accidentally bought a center cut of pork instead of pork butt, so it was a little leaner than typical pulled pork.
But OMG you guys it came out sooooo good. So good. So so effing good. I heart pulled pork. I want to eat it for the rest of my life.
Ok that’d be a little excessive, but seriously you guys — so good.
I took a picture of it, but it kind of looked like something out of a Halloween horror movie. So, instead of a picture of disgusting-looking (but delicious) pulled pork, here’s a cute picture of me and my friend Bridge on the train coming back from our girl’s trip to NYC this past weekend:
I think it’s a pretty good picture, considering it was 12:30 at night and we had been awake for almost 20 hours. You could tell how delirious we were by our high-pitched manic giggling when an older man walked by who looked like the 65 year old version of Bridget’s boyfriend. Seriously, it wasn’t that funny. But it kind of was.
Anyway, happy Wednesday!
December 4, 2012
Hey guys…is Argo any good?
Because I wouldn’t know. We’ve tried to go see it 3…yes 3…times, and have failed at every attempt.
Our first attempt, we made the mistake of going to the movies the day after Thanksgiving without buying our tickets first.
Now, we rarely go to the movies (I’m talking once a year, twice a year if we’re feeling randy), but I kind of feel like we should have known the theater would be packed.
Oh, no. Not us. We went to that theater will full expectations of seeing Argo, because “I mean, it’s been out forever. I highly doubt a lot of people will be seeing it.” (me.)
“Agreed. If anything, Lincoln will be sold out.” (Joe.)
Ha! Hahahaha! We got to the theater and the ticket line was legitimately out the door. My feeble hope that maybe it was Life of Pi that was attracting the crowds was dashed when someone came out saying Argo was completely sold out.
After standing around awkwardly for a few minutes, we left to go see Lincoln at another theater because “I mean, it’s a small theater. Who even knows West Newton has a cinema?” (me)
Well, apparently a lot of people know West Newton has a cinema, because Lincoln was also completely sold out.
Attempt one — fail. We went out to dinner instead.
Our second attempt occurred last Thursday. The plan was I would meet Joe at his work, we’d leave right from there, grab dinner and catch the 7:45 showing.
Now, a series of unfortunate events happened that day that led to the ultimate demise of this carefully laid out plan.
Around noon, there was a Green line trolley crash at Boylston Station. That station lies directly between the station I get on, and the one I’d need to get to to switch lines to get to where to Joe works. You will need to remember this.
Around 4:45, the area of town Joe works in lost power. I had already left work, so I didn’t know this.
Around 5, I start my walk to the T. Normally, I would get on at the station down the street, but due to said trolley crash, there were delays getting to where I needed to go, so I decided to just walk to the station I needed to get to in order to switch T lines to get to Joe. (Did you follow that?) It’s only about a 20 minute walk, but it kind of sucks in the winter.
As soon as I got to the station, Joe called informing me of said power outage and telling me that area of town was completely backed up, the T was majorly delayed, and his car was stuck in the parking garage for an undetermined about of time (he was talking hours, not minutes.) Therefore, he told me to head home.
Annoyed, I turned back around and began my 20 minute walk back to my normal station to get the T going in the other direction to go home.
No sooner had I walked into the station that a train pulled up. Relieved I would finally be getting somewhere, I prepared to get on the trolley.
And, you guys, I’m not even kidding — the train caught on fire.
I’m talking billowing black smoke, horrible electric smell…the works. The station filled with smoke and they immediately told people to start evacuating.
At this point, I wasn’t even worried about my safety. I was just pissed, convinced that I was never, ever going to get home that day. My clothes smelled like smoke, my hair smelled even worse, and, like I said, the train on the platform was on fire.
The only happy person I saw in that station was a homeless man lighting up a cigarette because “Hell, the place is on fire. How will they know?”
Needless to say, we didn’t make it to the movies that night. I ended up in a bar drinking alone until Joe walked over the bridge into the city and I went to meet him and we proceeded to go out to dinner again.
Attempt two — um, major fail.
Attempt three was a little more tame. We were going to go last Friday, but we missed the early showing. I had an early 6 am wake up time on Saturday because I was heading down to NYC with friends to see a Broadway play, so the 9:45 showing was out.
So instead, we stayed home, ate spaghetti squash, and rented Safety Not Guaranteed, which was actually a surprisingly good movie.
Attempt 3 — yep, you guessed it Fail. Not as devastating as attempt two though.
So what do you guys think? Should we try one more time, or just accept that fact that maybe we aren’t meant to see this movie?
PS– I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled running posts tomorrow. But just an FYI, I did 3.5 miles Friday, 4 miles yesterday, and am going to lift (nooooooooo) today.