I realize that when I take a few days off from blogging (i.e. the weekends), I usually want to recap everything I did over the past few days. And that, my friends, usually results in a long and wordy post.

Blarg!

So, I’m just going to concentrate on one highlight. And that would be the Firefighter’s 10K we ran yesterday.

There are no pictures, because we were running too fast.

Ha! I kid.

It may not have been my fastest race, but it was a good one.

My two goals were to 1.) Run the whole thing with no walking breaks and 2.) Keep under a 10:00 min/mile pace. Both of which I succeeded in accomplishing.

Yes, I understand that a 10 minute pace isn’t exactly speed-demon status, but I’ve never been that fast of a runner, and I’m slower now than I used to be 3 years ago.

My fastest race pace I ever ran was actually this same race, 3 years ago, when I clocked a 9:02 pace. My goal has always been to break a 9 minute pace, but I knew that was not in the cards for this race, and I didn’t want to make myself feel like a failure for not breaking any records.

So, I set two goals I was fairly confident I could reach, and I felt awesome when I crossed the finish line.

Setting goals, FTW! My calves on the other hand…ow!

It shall be a light day at the gym today. I foresee lots and lots of stretching in my future.

In other news, I finally made CaitlinHTP’s cornbread quiche on Saturday.

Nom!

To say it is delicious would be an understatement. There are many, many variations of this recipe, but I’ll direct you to the zucchini version that I made. My only addition was to add goat cheese on top.

I also didn’t use a large enough pan, so I had to bake mine on a tray to avoid making a mess in the oven. Still amazing, though.

Coupled with a cup of coffee in one of my favorite mugs (from Ireland!), it was a good, good Saturday.

Actually, it was a good, good weekend.

Happy Monday!

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Sock Rebellion

October 18, 2012

Thank you so much for that hefty dose of utter and sheer boredom you gave me during my workout today, Mr. Treadmill. You shouldn’t have.

No, really. You shouldn’t have.

OK, guys. The good news is, I got my 5 miles in. The bad news is, I had to break it up into sprint intervals instead of a steady 5 straight miles.

Why you ask? Well, first of all, I was wearing my Pumas.

Which means I had to wear socks.

And I’ve decided wearing socks while you run should be illegal. Or at least not accepted in most places.

Does anyone else always get blisters every time they wear socks? I’ve tried a million kinds, and still, no dice. Socks are not my friend, friends. They were slip sliding all over the place, and I had to use my walking breaks to fix them.

I hereby declare a sock rebellion! Who’s with me?

Also, regarding my Pumas…they are about as flat-soled as you can get, and they still felt too bulky.

Yep. Plopped that puppy right on my desk.

I haven’t run in them since I got my Vibrams, and I can’t say I miss them at all.

Finally, there’s a reason it’s called the Dreadmill. It crushes your soul and takes no prisoners.

I got about 1 mile in before I wanted to rip my hair out. When this happens, instead of stopping, I always immediately switch to sprint intervals to break it up a bit. Lots of people have different workouts for this, but mine is usually the same:

Run 1 mile or until boredom sets in

Walk for .10

Sprint as fast as you can for .15 (so each walk/sprint rotation totals 1/4 of a mile)

Repeat until desired mileage is met.

I usually really bump up the speed as I get close to the end. I compare it to sprinting toward a finish line in a race.

And yes, I know that interval training is great, and some would say it’s even better for you than running 5 miles at the same pace. (I could hold my own in a conversation about steady state.)

But, I’m running a 10k on Sunday and I really, really want to do good. And building up my mileage until I can run straight through is what works for me.

Ugh. Listen to me complaining.

Wah, socks. Wah, treadmill. Wahhhhh 10k.

Sorry. Will you forgive me if I post a picture of my parent’s dog Wes the Corgi?

He says Hi.

How can you not smile when you see those ears?

At least now that my run is over, I can look forward to dinner! (And a well-deserved glass o’ wine!)

Catch ya later!