No, not the song by Europe... (But, it is in my marathon play-list.)
I have 9 days to raise $974 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The pressure is in the on position. I need all the support I can get from friends and family. If you have not donated yet, please do so soon. What ever you can spare, it goes to a fantastic cause: Saving lives.
I have 25 days until the Nike Women's (half) Marathon! Last Saturday was the Team's big, long run. I cruised the fine canal system of Phoenix for 11.5 miles. I'm poky, but tenacious. Slogging along, I go. I just might set some sort of record for slowest run. Hey, a girl's gotta have dreams and goals. :) Eleven and a half miles is 1.6 miles from the full effort. Show the love!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Hello? Is this thing on?
I am out here somewhere. The world has been so upside down and inside out for so long I have had a time getting back on balance. Enough of the metaphors...
I seriously have the best boyfriend! My birthday was weeks away and he gave me my present early. He felt it would benefit me more the sooner I had it. A Garmin Forerunner! I love it. I took it to South Mountain for an 8 mile run last Saturday. The first 4 miles were pretty good. It was somewhere in mile 5 I hit the wall. Well, more like the road, but not literally. Here's the story of great sadness. Not really, but that makes it sound more dramatic and Oscar worthy than admitting, "I am a klutz."
Bear in mind, my last "8 mile" run was a complete bust. You know those shin splints I have had? Well, in the first mile I was in so much pain, I wanted to turn around and go back to bed. I ended my "8 mile" run with 5 miles and trying not to puke my guts out. And walking slower than a turtle. So, this next 8 mile run: I had a score to settle. Oh, I was doing the 8. Alas, it was a bit rougher than working the canal at the Biltmore. My fundraising/training buddy, Luz, and I hit San Juan Road at 5am, me donning a headlamp to keep us from becoming grease spots. Good start. Great middle. The end was a piece of crap. Around mile 5 the knots that attack my feet hit the left foot. I started favoring it. Pulled my sciatica on the right. (Holding on to my right bum cheek was incredibly attractive.) Favoring my right made my left knee go all kooky. I stepped off the asphalt on the right and bent my ankle the incorrect way. By now, I am somewhere in mile 6 and hobbling back to my car. Pathetic. And this wasn't the run that made me cry. (That was a few weeks ago. Different story.) I did the 8 miles. Yes, I did. Now, I have another score to settle: 8 miles and NO injuring myself. What a graceful little swan I have become. Ugh.
On another good note: I have dealt with my shin splint problem. I was wearing my usual summer shoes, mostly non-supportive, in my off time. I started wearing better supporting shoes and viola! No shin pain. Genius, I know.
And on a totally rocking note: I ran a 13:15 mile last Tuesday! My best yet. Wheezing and everything. At this rate I will be throwing down some serious miles at speed. Ha! Let's just hope I don't get all distracted in SFO and forget what I am doing there. No stopping to sniff the sourdough baking at Boudin.
I look forward to the half-marathon this year. The course is awesome. The hills are all or nothing. Straight up.
If you haven't donated yet, please do so soon. In honor of my 35th birthday, which is next week (hint, hint) donate $35 to LLS in my honor. Don't forget my fundraiser party this Saturday at Flicka's in Scottsdale. It will be awesome! I hope to see you there!
I seriously have the best boyfriend! My birthday was weeks away and he gave me my present early. He felt it would benefit me more the sooner I had it. A Garmin Forerunner! I love it. I took it to South Mountain for an 8 mile run last Saturday. The first 4 miles were pretty good. It was somewhere in mile 5 I hit the wall. Well, more like the road, but not literally. Here's the story of great sadness. Not really, but that makes it sound more dramatic and Oscar worthy than admitting, "I am a klutz."
Bear in mind, my last "8 mile" run was a complete bust. You know those shin splints I have had? Well, in the first mile I was in so much pain, I wanted to turn around and go back to bed. I ended my "8 mile" run with 5 miles and trying not to puke my guts out. And walking slower than a turtle. So, this next 8 mile run: I had a score to settle. Oh, I was doing the 8. Alas, it was a bit rougher than working the canal at the Biltmore. My fundraising/training buddy, Luz, and I hit San Juan Road at 5am, me donning a headlamp to keep us from becoming grease spots. Good start. Great middle. The end was a piece of crap. Around mile 5 the knots that attack my feet hit the left foot. I started favoring it. Pulled my sciatica on the right. (Holding on to my right bum cheek was incredibly attractive.) Favoring my right made my left knee go all kooky. I stepped off the asphalt on the right and bent my ankle the incorrect way. By now, I am somewhere in mile 6 and hobbling back to my car. Pathetic. And this wasn't the run that made me cry. (That was a few weeks ago. Different story.) I did the 8 miles. Yes, I did. Now, I have another score to settle: 8 miles and NO injuring myself. What a graceful little swan I have become. Ugh.
On another good note: I have dealt with my shin splint problem. I was wearing my usual summer shoes, mostly non-supportive, in my off time. I started wearing better supporting shoes and viola! No shin pain. Genius, I know.
And on a totally rocking note: I ran a 13:15 mile last Tuesday! My best yet. Wheezing and everything. At this rate I will be throwing down some serious miles at speed. Ha! Let's just hope I don't get all distracted in SFO and forget what I am doing there. No stopping to sniff the sourdough baking at Boudin.
I look forward to the half-marathon this year. The course is awesome. The hills are all or nothing. Straight up.
If you haven't donated yet, please do so soon. In honor of my 35th birthday, which is next week (hint, hint) donate $35 to LLS in my honor. Don't forget my fundraiser party this Saturday at Flicka's in Scottsdale. It will be awesome! I hope to see you there!
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