I started this week with so many good running intentions and I had a new goal: a 5K PR. I did a few runs at the beginning of the week, and I had lofty goals for the rest of the week, but since Monday, I haven't done any running. How have I let it slip away like this?
Wednesday -- costume shopping.
Thursday -- my long day of classes (I don't get home until 9:30 pm).
Friday -- well...We spent the evening watching "Transformers." (Which I give a mixed review on. I thought the graphics were unbelievable -- as in fantastic -- and, in many ways, it reminded me of my childhood playing with the toys. So the Tranformers? Good. Very good. The people in the film? Not really believable as humans. Their dialogue was unnatural and cliche, and sometimes their actions seemed less animated than the robots. I like Shia LeBeouf, though, even if some of his lines were terrible -- hey, he didn't write them -- he reminded me of the sort of charm Harrison Ford had in Star Wars. But his romantic interest? Wow, I could've done with her: In my opinion, she'd been better off posing for magazines since her demeanor was so waxen.)
Friday was the nice, relaxing evening that I needed, but no, no running. And today? We'll see. I have a lot of errands to run with the hubby. And I know I'll get back to a regular running routine soon enough, but maybe I jumped the gun on dedication earlier this week -- apparently I'm still in the I-deserve-to-eat-and-drink-and-do-no-excercise stage of the post marathon debacle.
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Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Costume Ideas Revealed
Originally, I wanted to be Marie Antoinette for Halloween this year -- I read the biography by Antonia Fraser and saw the movie adapted from the biography by Sophia Coppola (if you haven't seen this, it is a must -- very stylized, beautiful film starring Kristen Dunst as a striking queen), and for the better half of the spring of this year, I was quite enraptured by the history of this unfortunate queen (I am also obsessed with Anne Boleyn, but I figure as a costume, she's a bit too obscure). So, I wanted either a pink or blue dress that was styled in the times, the wig, etc, but all that I could find were sexy versions, like this one pictured, or dresses that were $300 (+ wig +shoes +stockings, etc). Thus, I gave up on the Antoinette dream for this year's 
costume.Then, I decided I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara, from Gone With the Wind -- one of my all time favorite novels and movies -- and she has lots of famous outfits, but could I find exactly what I was looking for? Of course not.
That's when I got frustrated folks and kinda gave up for a bit. The costume I found on Wednesday night is no where near as good as either of my first two ideas -- in fact, it's a bit similiar to what one of my friends went as last year -- but it will have to work for this year. And yes, it is a little slutty. (Although, no, I'm not going as "slutty teacher" -- I dress up for that role every day, so why do it for a party?)
I'll give you a major hint -- October is certainly the month we celebrate Halloween, but October is a month famous for other celebrations as well, and this gal would fit in perfectly for such an ale-tastic time.
There you go, that should give it away. In the meantime, imagine my dismay when I came across this site today: It has exactly what I had been looking for and while it is pricey, it's not nearly as expensive as others that I had seen a few months ago. *Sigh* Maybe for next year.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Costume Shopping
The 5 miler didn't happen last night.
Instead...I went and got my Halloween costume!
Yes, instead of working out, my husband and I went out to dinner and then went shopping for my costume (he's had his put together since August -- well, one piece of the outfit needs to be found, but he's very close to being done). I have had ideas since about mid-summer, but when several key ideas didn't pan out, or turned out to be too expensive, I got discouraged and had kinda given up. But last night, we went to the Party Store and I started trying on costumes.
Gawd, it was a zoo there (I told my husband that next year his task is going to be to go out and buy me, like, 10 costumes and bring them home for me to try on at home, and then he can return the rest; I don't love a crowd), and this was the costume situation: I'm too small to fit in an Adult Standard costume -- I look like I'm in a multi-colored tent -- and while the "Teen" costumes fit, they're a little on the slutty side -- watch out fathers of girls; the costume world is hell-bent on turning your daughters into street walkers. But, the Adult Small fit pretty well. However, I couldn't decide which costume to wear -- so I ended up buying several to take home and try on in front of a real mirror (this was two stores later).
Once home, I determined that while I essentially liked all of them, only one was the best fit. Of the other two, one was a little too big and I can't find the necessary wig to complete the outfit, and the other...well, that one fit fine and we may keep it for other purposes...but it wasn't really a good fit for wearing to a party (let's just say that it may not be returnable anymore!). But, I am going to leave you peeps in suspense about the outfit I choose.
That's right, it's a secret.
Our Halloween party is the 27th, so you'll get pictures then. But until then? Distract yourselves with candy.
Instead...I went and got my Halloween costume!
Yes, instead of working out, my husband and I went out to dinner and then went shopping for my costume (he's had his put together since August -- well, one piece of the outfit needs to be found, but he's very close to being done). I have had ideas since about mid-summer, but when several key ideas didn't pan out, or turned out to be too expensive, I got discouraged and had kinda given up. But last night, we went to the Party Store and I started trying on costumes.
Gawd, it was a zoo there (I told my husband that next year his task is going to be to go out and buy me, like, 10 costumes and bring them home for me to try on at home, and then he can return the rest; I don't love a crowd), and this was the costume situation: I'm too small to fit in an Adult Standard costume -- I look like I'm in a multi-colored tent -- and while the "Teen" costumes fit, they're a little on the slutty side -- watch out fathers of girls; the costume world is hell-bent on turning your daughters into street walkers. But, the Adult Small fit pretty well. However, I couldn't decide which costume to wear -- so I ended up buying several to take home and try on in front of a real mirror (this was two stores later).
Once home, I determined that while I essentially liked all of them, only one was the best fit. Of the other two, one was a little too big and I can't find the necessary wig to complete the outfit, and the other...well, that one fit fine and we may keep it for other purposes...but it wasn't really a good fit for wearing to a party (let's just say that it may not be returnable anymore!). But, I am going to leave you peeps in suspense about the outfit I choose.
That's right, it's a secret.
Our Halloween party is the 27th, so you'll get pictures then. But until then? Distract yourselves with candy.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Game of Aggravation
I hope I am not misleading you guys into believing that the book reviews I (occasionally) write are any part of a significant job. I literally write one review about every six months and I get paid a nominal fee; so trust me, I'm no Michiko Kakutani (The New York Times chief book reviewer -- she has my dream job...ah, to be Michiko..). But, once I read "The Athlete's Guide to Yoga," I most certainly will share its most treasured advice about incorporating yoga with running, but due to reviewer's guidelines, I cannot actually share the physical book (and for those who know me, they understand that I don't share books anyway -- I am very selfish with them, sorry dudes).
Anyway, back to running...nothing new to report there. Last night, I walked the dogs with Erin and graded papers until almost midnight (had to resume the grading at 7 am this morning in order to finish and return essays to my students today). But tonight I do plan on running -- thinking of doing about 5 miles, but we'll see how I feel once I get home.
But since I don't have any running news to report, let me tell you about the new way that I annoy my husband (it's not my intention to annoy, just my nature). See, my husband is a big candy fiend, so this time of year at places like Target and the grocery store he makes his Holy Land pilgrimage and purchases enough candy to last us until Easter. This year, he added mini-packages of Starburst to the variety, and they come in little packets of two. But I only like the red kind (yeah, Wendy, you can have your "blue" flavor and I'll take my red). So, I systematically open the Starburst packages as I search for the reds, and if I don't find a red, I discard the Starburst package back into the Cauldron of Candy (you could fit a small child in there).
Last week, my husband discovered me doing this and suddenly the loose Starbursts and my habit clicked together for him. "What are you doing?" he asked, as I rummaged through the Cauldron tearing open the mini-packages and then tossing them back in. "Have you been leaving open packages of candy in the Cauldron?"
"Looking for the reds," I told him.
"You can't do that! If you open it, you have to eat the ones in there, no matter what!" Apparently, there's a rule book on eating candy that I haven't been issued.
"Yes, I can. Watch." And I tore into another mini-package, not red, I discarded it.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you! This. This. Is my new pet peeve!" he declared.
"That's fine," I told him. You can add it to the list.
Anyway, back to running...nothing new to report there. Last night, I walked the dogs with Erin and graded papers until almost midnight (had to resume the grading at 7 am this morning in order to finish and return essays to my students today). But tonight I do plan on running -- thinking of doing about 5 miles, but we'll see how I feel once I get home.
But since I don't have any running news to report, let me tell you about the new way that I annoy my husband (it's not my intention to annoy, just my nature). See, my husband is a big candy fiend, so this time of year at places like Target and the grocery store he makes his Holy Land pilgrimage and purchases enough candy to last us until Easter. This year, he added mini-packages of Starburst to the variety, and they come in little packets of two. But I only like the red kind (yeah, Wendy, you can have your "blue" flavor and I'll take my red). So, I systematically open the Starburst packages as I search for the reds, and if I don't find a red, I discard the Starburst package back into the Cauldron of Candy (you could fit a small child in there).
Last week, my husband discovered me doing this and suddenly the loose Starbursts and my habit clicked together for him. "What are you doing?" he asked, as I rummaged through the Cauldron tearing open the mini-packages and then tossing them back in. "Have you been leaving open packages of candy in the Cauldron?"
"Looking for the reds," I told him.
"You can't do that! If you open it, you have to eat the ones in there, no matter what!" Apparently, there's a rule book on eating candy that I haven't been issued.
"Yes, I can. Watch." And I tore into another mini-package, not red, I discarded it.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you! This. This. Is my new pet peeve!" he declared.
"That's fine," I told him. You can add it to the list.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
When Worlds Collide
Thanks for the 5K advice -- especially from Bob, I will probably integrate that speed work into my routine -- and thanks to Wendy for this article on the 5K, which helped me realize that my preconceived notion that starting fast was wrong is, perhaps, an error. I guess I should be starting fast(er) in order to better utilize the VO2 Max (lay terms: oxygen consumption). Anyway, I'm gonna take all of this into consideration over the next 6 weeks as I work toward that PR and I'll keep you guys informed of the progress.
But, in an interesting collision of worlds:
From time to time, I review books for "Foreword Magazine," a publication that reviews independently published books, and I've reviewed a broad range of books in the past, and I'm open to reading/reviewing a variety of material, but guess what I get to review presently? (No, not the "Porn Star's Guide to Kama Sutra" -- get your minds outta the gutter!) It's called "The Athlete's Guide to Yoga." This is awesome. Not only do I get to learn how to use yoga better with my training programs (it even has a section on running and yoga), but I also get paid to do so!
I've only given the book a flip through and a glance at the table of contents, but it looks promising (although, I don't want to pre-judge; I am supposed to remain objective in my review). I've long thought that yoga is complimentary to sports like running, but now I get to see exactly how I may be able to approach it so that it fits even better into my running. It's cool when two separate interests (running + reviewing) come together for me (= pleasurable learning experience for Jess). And it's even cooler when said experience comes with a free book and a check!
But, in an interesting collision of worlds:
From time to time, I review books for "Foreword Magazine," a publication that reviews independently published books, and I've reviewed a broad range of books in the past, and I'm open to reading/reviewing a variety of material, but guess what I get to review presently? (No, not the "Porn Star's Guide to Kama Sutra" -- get your minds outta the gutter!) It's called "The Athlete's Guide to Yoga." This is awesome. Not only do I get to learn how to use yoga better with my training programs (it even has a section on running and yoga), but I also get paid to do so!
I've only given the book a flip through and a glance at the table of contents, but it looks promising (although, I don't want to pre-judge; I am supposed to remain objective in my review). I've long thought that yoga is complimentary to sports like running, but now I get to see exactly how I may be able to approach it so that it fits even better into my running. It's cool when two separate interests (running + reviewing) come together for me (= pleasurable learning experience for Jess). And it's even cooler when said experience comes with a free book and a check!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Eye on the Trot
With a Turkey Trot a mere 6 weeks away, I have been thinking about what it will require to best my previous PR on the course. To begin with, there are several advantages to the race, and this is why I think a new PR is conceivable and why I have reserved my 5K efforts until this point.
First of all, the course is close. Like out the front door close. The start is about a half a block out my front door and the race goes right by my condo (and the 3 mile loop is one I regularly run). This proximity gives me a huge mental advantage: I know the course like the back of my hand so I know what mile markers to key myself into distance and I know where I will need to push myself for the final stretch. Plus, being so close takes away from the anxiety of getting to a race. Seriously. Part of my stress for each race is ensuring that I know how to get to the start line with enough time. With this race in walking distance, I can roll out of bed at 7 and be at the start line at 7:30 no problem.
Secondly, the weather here in South Florida on Thanksgiving is usually perfect for running. Morning temps for that time of year hover around 50-60 degrees (although last year was a little cooler than that), which is perfect for a 5K -- cool enough to run comfortably but warm enough to not need extra layers.
Lastly, it's this same course that I have consistently been able to achieve my best 5K times each year. As I mentioned previously, my time last year was 28:28 -- the time I hope to beat this coming year. So, with all of that in mind and in my favor, I decided this evening to run the course and time myself to see what kind of time (or lack there of) I am working with at this point.
I jogged over to the area where the race begins and set the Garmin. I didn't want to necessarily "race" the course, but I did want to push myself so I could understand again what it's like to push myself for time (I have spent the past 4 months just being concerned with covering the miles, now I need to cover the miles quickly).
Mile 1: 9:25
Mile 2: 9:33
Mile 3: 9:46
.1: 0:49
Total Time: 29:35
This is pretty much what I expected; although, it does demonstrate my key problem with the 5K: pushing too much too soon. Clearly, as the miles progressed, I tired and each mile got progressively slower. I don't necessarily care about negative splits, but I would like to see more consistent miles (10-20 seconds apart may not seem like that much, but within this short a distance, it kinda is). Plus, I understand that in order to achieve an improved time, I need to keep each mile around 9 minutes, reserving 30-50 seconds for that last tenth of the race. Ideally, I'd like the Trot's race time to be about 2 minutes faster than the above time I ran this evening.
I think it's conceivable, but I will need to be conscious of doing speedwork and I think I will make it a habit of timing myself on the course over the next few weeks to see how I can improve upon what I started with tonight.
First of all, the course is close. Like out the front door close. The start is about a half a block out my front door and the race goes right by my condo (and the 3 mile loop is one I regularly run). This proximity gives me a huge mental advantage: I know the course like the back of my hand so I know what mile markers to key myself into distance and I know where I will need to push myself for the final stretch. Plus, being so close takes away from the anxiety of getting to a race. Seriously. Part of my stress for each race is ensuring that I know how to get to the start line with enough time. With this race in walking distance, I can roll out of bed at 7 and be at the start line at 7:30 no problem.
Secondly, the weather here in South Florida on Thanksgiving is usually perfect for running. Morning temps for that time of year hover around 50-60 degrees (although last year was a little cooler than that), which is perfect for a 5K -- cool enough to run comfortably but warm enough to not need extra layers.
Lastly, it's this same course that I have consistently been able to achieve my best 5K times each year. As I mentioned previously, my time last year was 28:28 -- the time I hope to beat this coming year. So, with all of that in mind and in my favor, I decided this evening to run the course and time myself to see what kind of time (or lack there of) I am working with at this point.
I jogged over to the area where the race begins and set the Garmin. I didn't want to necessarily "race" the course, but I did want to push myself so I could understand again what it's like to push myself for time (I have spent the past 4 months just being concerned with covering the miles, now I need to cover the miles quickly).
Mile 1: 9:25
Mile 2: 9:33
Mile 3: 9:46
.1: 0:49
Total Time: 29:35
This is pretty much what I expected; although, it does demonstrate my key problem with the 5K: pushing too much too soon. Clearly, as the miles progressed, I tired and each mile got progressively slower. I don't necessarily care about negative splits, but I would like to see more consistent miles (10-20 seconds apart may not seem like that much, but within this short a distance, it kinda is). Plus, I understand that in order to achieve an improved time, I need to keep each mile around 9 minutes, reserving 30-50 seconds for that last tenth of the race. Ideally, I'd like the Trot's race time to be about 2 minutes faster than the above time I ran this evening.
I think it's conceivable, but I will need to be conscious of doing speedwork and I think I will make it a habit of timing myself on the course over the next few weeks to see how I can improve upon what I started with tonight.
Return to Running
Last night after I got home from "The Wedding Singer" -- which was a good stage production, BTW, it had enough of its own original material to distinguish it from the movie and it still had the same elements of the movie that made it lovable and familiar -- I changed into my running clothes and went out for the first run since the marathon.
It went well. I only went 3 miles, but it felt good outside and it felt nice to be running again, which made me think again about the upcoming race calendar. I have been browsing online and I have a few tentative races: a 10K in early November, 5K Turket Trot that is located right outside my door (really would like a PR on that course -- last year's PR was 28:28), and then possibly the half-marathon in Weston, FL in December, and the A1A half marathon in February (I have a bone to pick with this one since last year I had to bow out b/c of acute IT pain in my right knee, so I'd like to have a re-do on the course).
I haven't registered for anything yet, and as I said, this is a tentative schedule. I'll let ya know for sure when I have officially added the races to my schedule.
It went well. I only went 3 miles, but it felt good outside and it felt nice to be running again, which made me think again about the upcoming race calendar. I have been browsing online and I have a few tentative races: a 10K in early November, 5K Turket Trot that is located right outside my door (really would like a PR on that course -- last year's PR was 28:28), and then possibly the half-marathon in Weston, FL in December, and the A1A half marathon in February (I have a bone to pick with this one since last year I had to bow out b/c of acute IT pain in my right knee, so I'd like to have a re-do on the course).
I haven't registered for anything yet, and as I said, this is a tentative schedule. I'll let ya know for sure when I have officially added the races to my schedule.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Sometimes a Little Breaky-Break is What a Girl really Needy-Needs
Still haven't fit a run in since the "fun run" in Chicago last Sunday; however, instead of feeling guilty about this, I am feeling relaxed. It has been so great this weekend to not have a long run/race looming over me. So Friday night when I stayed up until 1 am watching "Knocked Up," I didn't have to feel terrible because I was able to sleep in on Saturday morning instead of getting up at the ass-crack of dawn for a run. Plus, I was able to drink my share of the beer, because? That's right I didn't have to run the next day.
And Saturday night? I ate a HUGE dinner my husband made for us without thinking of the carb to protein ratio, AND I again stayed up until 1 am watching a movie. Because? I don't have to run today either.
I do realize, of course, that if continued, this behavior would lead me to weigh in as an lard-ass, yet right now, I'm just enjoying the running hiatus.
Today, I am going to see the Broadway production of "The Wedding Singer" not on Broadway, but at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts (Broward, Broadway, they're close enough, right?) with my friends and we're meeting early for lunch beforehand. Which means that I need to go get in the shower...pronto. Perhaps, I'll get that debut run in this evening, or perhaps not. I'm not that worried about the return run; I'll get to it when I get to it.
And Saturday night? I ate a HUGE dinner my husband made for us without thinking of the carb to protein ratio, AND I again stayed up until 1 am watching a movie. Because? I don't have to run today either.
I do realize, of course, that if continued, this behavior would lead me to weigh in as an lard-ass, yet right now, I'm just enjoying the running hiatus.
Today, I am going to see the Broadway production of "The Wedding Singer" not on Broadway, but at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts (Broward, Broadway, they're close enough, right?) with my friends and we're meeting early for lunch beforehand. Which means that I need to go get in the shower...pronto. Perhaps, I'll get that debut run in this evening, or perhaps not. I'm not that worried about the return run; I'll get to it when I get to it.
Friday, October 12, 2007
TGIF
I can't express how happy I am that it is Friday, and that my last class of the week is officially finito -- I am SO ready for the weekend.
Ever since we got home Monday night, this week has been a flurry. I got behind with students and grading while I was away, so I've been eyeball deep in papers for the past 3 days (which has me convinced that when I die, I won't be buried in dirt -- I will be buried in paper), and I need a little space from school. Even though, who am I kidding, I never entirely get away from it; trust me, about 50 of those papers are coming home with me for the weekend.
Anyway, I have fun things planned for the weekend -- date night with hubby on Saturday and I'm going to see the stage production of "The Wedding Singer" with some friends on Sunday. And somewhere in there, I'd like to make a debut run(s). However, I'm gonna keep 'em short and I am not running with the group at 5 am -- this weekend, I'm sleeping in!
I haven't run AT ALL since the "defeat in the heat" last Sunday and I'm itching to get those shoes laced up and for my little legs to hit the pavement, but I am not itching to get up at 3 in the morning and join my regular group. I thought of running a 15K on Sunday that I ran last year, but while it's hard to resist trying for a PR on the course, I think I need to step away from racing/training for at least one weekend. However, I have been eyeballing the upcoming race calendar, so in the next few days, look to the sidebar to see what I plan for future races.
*As a side note, all of your innovative t-shirt suggestions on the post below has me thinking that we need to team up and start a business. Clearly, we are all missing the mark in our current professions. Who's with me?
Ever since we got home Monday night, this week has been a flurry. I got behind with students and grading while I was away, so I've been eyeball deep in papers for the past 3 days (which has me convinced that when I die, I won't be buried in dirt -- I will be buried in paper), and I need a little space from school. Even though, who am I kidding, I never entirely get away from it; trust me, about 50 of those papers are coming home with me for the weekend.
Anyway, I have fun things planned for the weekend -- date night with hubby on Saturday and I'm going to see the stage production of "The Wedding Singer" with some friends on Sunday. And somewhere in there, I'd like to make a debut run(s). However, I'm gonna keep 'em short and I am not running with the group at 5 am -- this weekend, I'm sleeping in!
I haven't run AT ALL since the "defeat in the heat" last Sunday and I'm itching to get those shoes laced up and for my little legs to hit the pavement, but I am not itching to get up at 3 in the morning and join my regular group. I thought of running a 15K on Sunday that I ran last year, but while it's hard to resist trying for a PR on the course, I think I need to step away from racing/training for at least one weekend. However, I have been eyeballing the upcoming race calendar, so in the next few days, look to the sidebar to see what I plan for future races.
*As a side note, all of your innovative t-shirt suggestions on the post below has me thinking that we need to team up and start a business. Clearly, we are all missing the mark in our current professions. Who's with me?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Last Post Regarding Anything Related to Chicago (Promise)
So, you know how after a marathon, everyone who finished proudly wears t-shirts that say things like "Chicago Marathon Finisher 2007"? Well, I'm thinking of designing a little number for myself on a website that reads:
"I was barfing at mile 8 and was bused back to the finish at the Chicago Marathon 2007."
It could have a little stick figure on the front with its mouth open and barf spewing forth!
And, maybe I could buy that finisher's medal that's up for bid on ebay to go with my shirt -- would the comedy be too dark? Or would it be richly appreciated?
"I was barfing at mile 8 and was bused back to the finish at the Chicago Marathon 2007."
It could have a little stick figure on the front with its mouth open and barf spewing forth!
And, maybe I could buy that finisher's medal that's up for bid on ebay to go with my shirt -- would the comedy be too dark? Or would it be richly appreciated?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Chicago Medals: Up For Sale
I guess if I really want a medal from Chicago this year, I can do it the old-fashioned way: No, not earn it -- Buy it!
Check it out.
How much should I bid, homies?
Check it out.
How much should I bid, homies?
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Chicago: In a Few Pictures
Here I am homies: In front of the Buckingham Fountain. Look at me -- so positive and jubilant in the days before the marathon. Ah, who knew I'd be huddled up near there after the race waiting for my husband while I cried?
Below: My husband and I in the Signature Room atop the John Hancock Tower. We enjoyed our beers there and the view. My husband came out in shadow in the picture, but he's really not evil in real life.
Here's my best T-Rex pose in front of Sue at the Field Museum. We spent half the day here: It was great. We also got to visit the Art Institute and see all the same pieces that Ferris Buehler did, so that was awesome.
Below: Me (you recognise that face, don't ya?) with the other RBFers at Barb's 27th Mile gathering on Sunday night. Sorry homies, I don't have time now to hyperlink your asses, but from the left: Denise (MN Firefly), Barb (Running Jayhawk), Dawn (don't know if she has a blog), Mike (Out of Shape Guy, aka "Mr. Jayhawk"), Margo (Running My Mass Off) and Tiffany. There were lots of other runners and bloggers there and it was a beer-tastic good time.
The trip, as I mentioned before, was great. We ate a lot of good food, got to visit some neighborhood stuff in Wicker Park and Bucktown, walked the Magnificent Mile, visited Navy Pier and rode the Ferris Wheel (a little frightening -- neither my husband nor I remembered that Ferris Wheels freak us out; however, it did offer a wonderful view of the city skyline), and saw Soldier Field and the outsides of the aquarium and planetarium. We rode the shit outta the CTA (I *heart* it -- so convenient and reliable, if a bit slow due to some construction out on the Blue Line), and in general, we really enjoyed the city.
Now, if they could just figure out the water situation on a marathon course...
Below: My husband and I in the Signature Room atop the John Hancock Tower. We enjoyed our beers there and the view. My husband came out in shadow in the picture, but he's really not evil in real life.
Here's my best T-Rex pose in front of Sue at the Field Museum. We spent half the day here: It was great. We also got to visit the Art Institute and see all the same pieces that Ferris Buehler did, so that was awesome.
Below: Me (you recognise that face, don't ya?) with the other RBFers at Barb's 27th Mile gathering on Sunday night. Sorry homies, I don't have time now to hyperlink your asses, but from the left: Denise (MN Firefly), Barb (Running Jayhawk), Dawn (don't know if she has a blog), Mike (Out of Shape Guy, aka "Mr. Jayhawk"), Margo (Running My Mass Off) and Tiffany. There were lots of other runners and bloggers there and it was a beer-tastic good time.
The trip, as I mentioned before, was great. We ate a lot of good food, got to visit some neighborhood stuff in Wicker Park and Bucktown, walked the Magnificent Mile, visited Navy Pier and rode the Ferris Wheel (a little frightening -- neither my husband nor I remembered that Ferris Wheels freak us out; however, it did offer a wonderful view of the city skyline), and saw Soldier Field and the outsides of the aquarium and planetarium. We rode the shit outta the CTA (I *heart* it -- so convenient and reliable, if a bit slow due to some construction out on the Blue Line), and in general, we really enjoyed the city.Now, if they could just figure out the water situation on a marathon course...
Chicago: Two Days After
Thanks again to everyone for your comments and your concern -- it really is touching how many of you care about me. In general, I'm touched by how many people have been inquiring into how I did on the race and how I'm feeling (in all regards): my friends, my family, my colleagues, my running group coach and fellow group runners, even students have been calling, dropping by and emailing to see how I am -- so even though it was a rough race, it has helped remind me what a large network of supporters I have, and that's very valuable.
Today, I am still feeling a bit out of sorts -- lingering headache and some slight vertigo (which is also the result of flying -- I am very sensitive to motion sickness and I usually feel a plane or boat ride for days after I'm done with it) -- and while I considered using a sick day for today, I decided that ultimately I have too much to do at work and too many students to catch up with, so here I am -- at school like a good little soldier.
Certainly, in retrospect, there are things I would have done differently (brought a fuel belt), and there are things I think race coordinators could have done differently (anticipate that hot runners will take more than one glass of water), but in the end, this was a unique race day and no one could have fully understood beforehand what would happen. So I'm not bitter about the experience. It was a disappointment, of course, (I mean, if I think about the money, time, and effort that I spent on this singular race I get a bit down) but ultimately focusing on what is now the past is rather fruitless.
As I said yesterday, I'll learn from the event (and I hope other runners, coaches, and race organizers do as well) and I'll apply that knowledge to my future running. For now, I don't see a marathon in the near future, but I was thinking that pre-Chicago. I think I'll focus on some smaller events and races and just see what happens. Specifically, I'd like to work on a PR for a 5K and I'd like to complete a half marathon, so those goals are now what I'm beginning to think about.
Anyway, I still want to post pictures of the race and from our trip (plus, I do have lots to tell you about the trip overall -- which was great BTW), so I'll post again soon to provide you with some lighter material. Until then, congrats to all of those who were able to finish Chicago, and congrats to all of those who gave it their best shot! And lastly, thanks again for all of your emails, comments, and calls -- it has been wonderful!
Today, I am still feeling a bit out of sorts -- lingering headache and some slight vertigo (which is also the result of flying -- I am very sensitive to motion sickness and I usually feel a plane or boat ride for days after I'm done with it) -- and while I considered using a sick day for today, I decided that ultimately I have too much to do at work and too many students to catch up with, so here I am -- at school like a good little soldier.
Certainly, in retrospect, there are things I would have done differently (brought a fuel belt), and there are things I think race coordinators could have done differently (anticipate that hot runners will take more than one glass of water), but in the end, this was a unique race day and no one could have fully understood beforehand what would happen. So I'm not bitter about the experience. It was a disappointment, of course, (I mean, if I think about the money, time, and effort that I spent on this singular race I get a bit down) but ultimately focusing on what is now the past is rather fruitless.
As I said yesterday, I'll learn from the event (and I hope other runners, coaches, and race organizers do as well) and I'll apply that knowledge to my future running. For now, I don't see a marathon in the near future, but I was thinking that pre-Chicago. I think I'll focus on some smaller events and races and just see what happens. Specifically, I'd like to work on a PR for a 5K and I'd like to complete a half marathon, so those goals are now what I'm beginning to think about.
Anyway, I still want to post pictures of the race and from our trip (plus, I do have lots to tell you about the trip overall -- which was great BTW), so I'll post again soon to provide you with some lighter material. Until then, congrats to all of those who were able to finish Chicago, and congrats to all of those who gave it their best shot! And lastly, thanks again for all of your emails, comments, and calls -- it has been wonderful!
Monday, October 08, 2007
Chicago: The Short(er) Version
First and foremost: I am alive, and I am alright.
But, I did not finish.
So, by now, everyone out there in running blogland has heard of the horror that was Chicago this year, but I know you want to hear my story as well, so brace yourselves: It's not brief.
I was confident Sunday morning at the start; despite the predicted high temps, I figured that my training in FL had prepared me for heat and humidity, so I was self-assured, if not a bit cocky, that the heat wouldn't be an issue for me. When the gun went off at 8, the sun was just starting to position itself over our heads, and by the time we actually got to cross the start line, at 8:24, it was already quite warm, but I was wasn't worried.
The beginning of the race was everything I'd hoped for: an enthusiastic crowd, bouyant racers, and the sights of Chicago before me. But, quickly things started to go downhill, and that confidence I'd started with went as well.
At the first aid station (mile 1.5), the crowds were already hot and clammoring for water, so I took a cup of what I could -- about 1-2 ounces of water -- and figured I'd be fine until the next station. I was hot at this point, but it was early, so I felt sweaty but felt I'd manage. I had to pee, though. Pee bad. So, at 3 miles, I pulled off to use the restroom, but the lengthy line seemed like a waste of time, so I dashed off into the alley and peed between two dumpsters -- that, I have never done before and I can now add a "check" next to interesting experiences for that one.
At that point, I was already so hot that I wanted to lose the shirt I had on, so I re-pinned my bib to my shorts and tossed away my shirt so that I was running in my sports bra and shorts -- my standard FL running uniform. This change helped cool me a little, but I still needed liquid, which I was hoping for at the second aid station. But was there any?
Nope.
They had run out.
Fine. Next aid station it is. But, by this time, the sun is directly overhead, and I am HOT, and already feeling very tired, which isn't good b/c it was only mile 4. At mile 5, I told Lisa to go without me because I needed to walk -- I was that spent that early. Between miles 5-7 all I could think about was water -- I was so thirsty and I was so hot (passed by a bank that said the temp was 91 degrees) -- but at the next aid station, they were again out of fluids. I nearly strangled someone right then and there. Thankfully, a kind spectator was handing out bottles of water (this turned out to be true all along the course -- the people of Chicago were the most inspiring part of this story -- if not for them, many more runners would've had more serious consequences), so I took a bottle of offered water and downed it along with a GU.
Almost immediately, things weren't right in the tummy and about 5 or 10 minutes after consuming the water and GU, I was positioned by the course barfing it back up. And if there's anything worse than swallowing that snot-textured GU, it's barfing it back up. This was trouble, and I knew it. I was dizzy, faint, nauseaous, I could feel my pulse racing, and I was already exhausted. Not good.
So, I resolved to stop for help at the next medical tent. That happened to be at mile 8. I stopped running and walked up to the tent. I didn't really know what to do, so I just stood there for a moment until a nurse came up to me and asked what was wrong. "I don't feel good," I said simply and then burst into tears. She sat me down in the shade, gave me ice packs and a glass of water and took my pulse and registered some vitals. She had one diagnosis: heat exhaustion.
So, along with about a dozen other people, I was loaded onto a school bus and driven back to the finish line. I was so upset at that point that I didn't even notice the hundreds of people in the med tents back at the finish; all I could think about was my own failure to finish and my disappointment and frustration. By the time I found my husband, I was a wreck: emotionally, physically, and mentally. My head was throbbing (felt like my eyeballs were pulsing), I was crying, I felt dizzy and weak, and, ultimately, I was dis-heartened by the day.
My husband was the right dosage of what I needed at that point. He brought me water, Gatorade and snacks, we sat down in the shade at Grant Park and he comforted me and soothed me. By the time I had re-grouped and determined that I wanted to go back to the hotel, we were walking up Jackson, when we noticed a herd of runners headed our way. What was this? This wasn't the course! And the majority weren't running -- they were walking. What was up?
My husband stopped a woman and asked; "The shut down the race," she told us. "What?! Why?" I asked her. "No more fluids. And they have too many medical emergencies. So it's over. We're all headed to Grant Park."
Later, I heard of many runners who, like me, had either been bused back or had been hospitalized due to the heat. This morning, I bought the Chicago Tribune, and there was the complete news: 1 man died, hundreds were hospitalized, thousands didn't finish.
What a disaster.
I feel a bit comforted by the fact that I was not alone out there suffering in the heat, but I still feel frustrated, and admittedly, embarassed about my "defeat in the heat," but I guess I can't be too hard on myself -- if I am, I will just be miserable. Ultimately, the conditions were out of my control and I had a bad race. That's that. As my dad said when I called him after the race: "Shit happens. Not everything can be a success." So, I suppose I put the experience behind me, learn from it, and move on.
For now, I'm back home and that's a comfort in and of itself. So, even though there is more to report, pictures to publish, and stories to recount, I will save those for this week's future posts. Right now, I need to get back to life at home -- post-marathon.
Thanks for all the good wishes and concerns for my safety: I appreciate it all!
But, I did not finish.
So, by now, everyone out there in running blogland has heard of the horror that was Chicago this year, but I know you want to hear my story as well, so brace yourselves: It's not brief.
I was confident Sunday morning at the start; despite the predicted high temps, I figured that my training in FL had prepared me for heat and humidity, so I was self-assured, if not a bit cocky, that the heat wouldn't be an issue for me. When the gun went off at 8, the sun was just starting to position itself over our heads, and by the time we actually got to cross the start line, at 8:24, it was already quite warm, but I was wasn't worried.
The beginning of the race was everything I'd hoped for: an enthusiastic crowd, bouyant racers, and the sights of Chicago before me. But, quickly things started to go downhill, and that confidence I'd started with went as well.
At the first aid station (mile 1.5), the crowds were already hot and clammoring for water, so I took a cup of what I could -- about 1-2 ounces of water -- and figured I'd be fine until the next station. I was hot at this point, but it was early, so I felt sweaty but felt I'd manage. I had to pee, though. Pee bad. So, at 3 miles, I pulled off to use the restroom, but the lengthy line seemed like a waste of time, so I dashed off into the alley and peed between two dumpsters -- that, I have never done before and I can now add a "check" next to interesting experiences for that one.
At that point, I was already so hot that I wanted to lose the shirt I had on, so I re-pinned my bib to my shorts and tossed away my shirt so that I was running in my sports bra and shorts -- my standard FL running uniform. This change helped cool me a little, but I still needed liquid, which I was hoping for at the second aid station. But was there any?
Nope.
They had run out.
Fine. Next aid station it is. But, by this time, the sun is directly overhead, and I am HOT, and already feeling very tired, which isn't good b/c it was only mile 4. At mile 5, I told Lisa to go without me because I needed to walk -- I was that spent that early. Between miles 5-7 all I could think about was water -- I was so thirsty and I was so hot (passed by a bank that said the temp was 91 degrees) -- but at the next aid station, they were again out of fluids. I nearly strangled someone right then and there. Thankfully, a kind spectator was handing out bottles of water (this turned out to be true all along the course -- the people of Chicago were the most inspiring part of this story -- if not for them, many more runners would've had more serious consequences), so I took a bottle of offered water and downed it along with a GU.
Almost immediately, things weren't right in the tummy and about 5 or 10 minutes after consuming the water and GU, I was positioned by the course barfing it back up. And if there's anything worse than swallowing that snot-textured GU, it's barfing it back up. This was trouble, and I knew it. I was dizzy, faint, nauseaous, I could feel my pulse racing, and I was already exhausted. Not good.
So, I resolved to stop for help at the next medical tent. That happened to be at mile 8. I stopped running and walked up to the tent. I didn't really know what to do, so I just stood there for a moment until a nurse came up to me and asked what was wrong. "I don't feel good," I said simply and then burst into tears. She sat me down in the shade, gave me ice packs and a glass of water and took my pulse and registered some vitals. She had one diagnosis: heat exhaustion.
So, along with about a dozen other people, I was loaded onto a school bus and driven back to the finish line. I was so upset at that point that I didn't even notice the hundreds of people in the med tents back at the finish; all I could think about was my own failure to finish and my disappointment and frustration. By the time I found my husband, I was a wreck: emotionally, physically, and mentally. My head was throbbing (felt like my eyeballs were pulsing), I was crying, I felt dizzy and weak, and, ultimately, I was dis-heartened by the day.
My husband was the right dosage of what I needed at that point. He brought me water, Gatorade and snacks, we sat down in the shade at Grant Park and he comforted me and soothed me. By the time I had re-grouped and determined that I wanted to go back to the hotel, we were walking up Jackson, when we noticed a herd of runners headed our way. What was this? This wasn't the course! And the majority weren't running -- they were walking. What was up?
My husband stopped a woman and asked; "The shut down the race," she told us. "What?! Why?" I asked her. "No more fluids. And they have too many medical emergencies. So it's over. We're all headed to Grant Park."
Later, I heard of many runners who, like me, had either been bused back or had been hospitalized due to the heat. This morning, I bought the Chicago Tribune, and there was the complete news: 1 man died, hundreds were hospitalized, thousands didn't finish.
What a disaster.
I feel a bit comforted by the fact that I was not alone out there suffering in the heat, but I still feel frustrated, and admittedly, embarassed about my "defeat in the heat," but I guess I can't be too hard on myself -- if I am, I will just be miserable. Ultimately, the conditions were out of my control and I had a bad race. That's that. As my dad said when I called him after the race: "Shit happens. Not everything can be a success." So, I suppose I put the experience behind me, learn from it, and move on.
For now, I'm back home and that's a comfort in and of itself. So, even though there is more to report, pictures to publish, and stories to recount, I will save those for this week's future posts. Right now, I need to get back to life at home -- post-marathon.
Thanks for all the good wishes and concerns for my safety: I appreciate it all!
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Thank You
Before I head out of town for the big race, I'd like to take a few moments to extend some "thank yous"; certainly, this path to the marathon would not be possible without the support of many people, so:
Thank you, first and foremost, to my husband, who will accompany me to the race and who will be waiting at the finish line. His patience and encouragement with this marathon has been invaluable. I certainly have been a pain to deal with as of late -- I've had one thing, and one thing only, on my mind -- yet, he's been understanding of my distraction. Thanks hon!
Secondly, I'd like to thank all my friends -- here in FL and in MN. You guys have all been more interested in this running than any good friend should have to pretend to be, and I appreciate it. Despite the fact that we could all talk about more interesting topics, you guys always ask about my long runs and my races and inquire into the health of my knee (or whatever else might be ailing me), and that is really awesome. Thanks.
Next, I'd like to thank my family, who even though they are far away and far apart from one another, always keep me in mind. Yesterday, my stepdad called to ask about my knee "or hip, or whatever it was that was hurting" and to make sure I run safely in Chicago. He tried to encourage me to step out if I start to hurt too bad; "m-hmm" I replied. "Oh well," he concluded, "I know you're a determined sort and won't do it, but your mom and I just want you to be safe." They have my best interests at heart. But he's right, I am the determined sort. So, thanks to the family as well -- all of them.
Lastly, a big thanks to all of you who read this blog and who post valuable insight, advice, encouragement, and smart-alec-remarks. Everyday I look forward to what each and every one of you will say and I always appreciate each comment (as well as your own inspiring blogs); some days, it's what keeps me dedicated to running, and it has certainly helped push me in the training for this race. Seriously, I don't know how many times I had just a singular thought on a difficult run: "I've got to finish this ________miler so I can blog about it for my homies." You guys are the bestest!
Alrighty, that's it for now. Thank you again, and I'll see ya on the other side!
Jess
Thank you, first and foremost, to my husband, who will accompany me to the race and who will be waiting at the finish line. His patience and encouragement with this marathon has been invaluable. I certainly have been a pain to deal with as of late -- I've had one thing, and one thing only, on my mind -- yet, he's been understanding of my distraction. Thanks hon!
Secondly, I'd like to thank all my friends -- here in FL and in MN. You guys have all been more interested in this running than any good friend should have to pretend to be, and I appreciate it. Despite the fact that we could all talk about more interesting topics, you guys always ask about my long runs and my races and inquire into the health of my knee (or whatever else might be ailing me), and that is really awesome. Thanks.
Next, I'd like to thank my family, who even though they are far away and far apart from one another, always keep me in mind. Yesterday, my stepdad called to ask about my knee "or hip, or whatever it was that was hurting" and to make sure I run safely in Chicago. He tried to encourage me to step out if I start to hurt too bad; "m-hmm" I replied. "Oh well," he concluded, "I know you're a determined sort and won't do it, but your mom and I just want you to be safe." They have my best interests at heart. But he's right, I am the determined sort. So, thanks to the family as well -- all of them.
Lastly, a big thanks to all of you who read this blog and who post valuable insight, advice, encouragement, and smart-alec-remarks. Everyday I look forward to what each and every one of you will say and I always appreciate each comment (as well as your own inspiring blogs); some days, it's what keeps me dedicated to running, and it has certainly helped push me in the training for this race. Seriously, I don't know how many times I had just a singular thought on a difficult run: "I've got to finish this ________miler so I can blog about it for my homies." You guys are the bestest!
Alrighty, that's it for now. Thank you again, and I'll see ya on the other side!
Jess
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Last Training Run
If I were the sort of person who kept track of numbers -- miles ran, hours spent, times accrued -- I would be able to tell you that these last 2 miles that I ran this evening brought the total training mileage/hours/times to ___________.
Alas, I am not that sort of person.
What I can tell you is that there's a strange mixture of relief and sadness about finishing the training: I'm relieved that the more than four months spent preparing for Sunday is nearly over so that I can resume my regularly scheduled life (in which I will surely choose some other race to train for and prepare for); but I'm also saddened that the training is at its end. As mentioned previously, I've spent more than four months of runs with a singular goal -- prepare for Chicago -- and now that they're over, it's like a huge chapter in the year and in my life is coming to a close.
I realize, of course, that it is all leading up to the marathon, which hasn't happened yet, but in many ways, I think training for the marathon teaches us just as much, if not more, than the marathon itself does. Especially because I'll be finished with that marathon in a matter of hours, but I've spent days, weeks, and months in training. Over that course of time, I've experienced euphoric triumphs and I've felt unbelievably disappointed and frustrated: I've sweat (a lot), I've cried, I've laughed, I've nearly barfed, I didn't finish some runs, I exceeded expectation on other runs, I've been rained on and splashed, I've eaten my far share of gnats, and I've turned around because of lightning, I've run through incredible heat and humity, I've run in the dark and under heaven's hot glare, I've run tired, and I've run with all the energy of a crowd, I've run by myself -- miles and miles all alone, but I've also run with others, I've even been left behind by others, I've run to the sound of crashing drums and to the quiet of the night's air. I've run.
I think it all -- bugs, sweat, lightning, disappointment, fear, joy -- has helped me understand myself and what I am capable of in a new way. So, no matter what race day brings, I know I trained well and I've made this MY experience.
That has its own sweetness.
*I'll post again tomorrow morning, peeps, before we go, and then you probably won't hear from me until we get back Monday night. So:
Good night. Sleep tight. See you in the morning light.*
Alas, I am not that sort of person.
What I can tell you is that there's a strange mixture of relief and sadness about finishing the training: I'm relieved that the more than four months spent preparing for Sunday is nearly over so that I can resume my regularly scheduled life (in which I will surely choose some other race to train for and prepare for); but I'm also saddened that the training is at its end. As mentioned previously, I've spent more than four months of runs with a singular goal -- prepare for Chicago -- and now that they're over, it's like a huge chapter in the year and in my life is coming to a close.
I realize, of course, that it is all leading up to the marathon, which hasn't happened yet, but in many ways, I think training for the marathon teaches us just as much, if not more, than the marathon itself does. Especially because I'll be finished with that marathon in a matter of hours, but I've spent days, weeks, and months in training. Over that course of time, I've experienced euphoric triumphs and I've felt unbelievably disappointed and frustrated: I've sweat (a lot), I've cried, I've laughed, I've nearly barfed, I didn't finish some runs, I exceeded expectation on other runs, I've been rained on and splashed, I've eaten my far share of gnats, and I've turned around because of lightning, I've run through incredible heat and humity, I've run in the dark and under heaven's hot glare, I've run tired, and I've run with all the energy of a crowd, I've run by myself -- miles and miles all alone, but I've also run with others, I've even been left behind by others, I've run to the sound of crashing drums and to the quiet of the night's air. I've run.
I think it all -- bugs, sweat, lightning, disappointment, fear, joy -- has helped me understand myself and what I am capable of in a new way. So, no matter what race day brings, I know I trained well and I've made this MY experience.
That has its own sweetness.
*I'll post again tomorrow morning, peeps, before we go, and then you probably won't hear from me until we get back Monday night. So:
Good night. Sleep tight. See you in the morning light.*
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Freakin Out, Dudes
A few requested facts first:
We leave on Thursday. At 11:40 am. Would anyone like the flight number as well?
Also, my bib # is 36421, so you can spend Sunday morning tracking me. If you'd like, I could wear a homing device.
So, yeah, the stress of thinking about the marathon has finally gotten to me. I thought I was doing pretty good by remaining calm and focused, but the anxiety about the race, the trip, etc has finally caught up with me and I have to admit that I have been a bit short with people today. I snapped at a student (although, christ, this guy has been testing my patience for awhile now -- late all the time, late work, missed days, incomplete work, etc -- anyway, I told him today that he has to get his act together -- or else), and I had a yelling match with my husband over ordering pizza. Yup. We used "fuck" pretty loudly and frequently while arguing over whether or not to order a pizza and if so, what kind of pizza to order. It was, without a doubt, the most unnecessary argument we've ever had.
We both apologized to one another, but the atmosphere has been a bit tense here in Casa de Jess this evening.
So, after spending most of the evening grading papers (discovered 2 that were plagiarized -- get this, they were the same paper, and they had each gotten it from the same website; sometimes I think students forget how many anti-plagiarism tools I have at my disposal, including the same tool they use to plagiarize: the Internet), I went out for a quick 2 mile run.
I had been planning to cross train, but when that was cancelled, I decided to go ahead and do a short run and I'm glad I did. It felt good and it helped relieve some of the building stress.
At this point, homies, I imagine that waiting for marathon day is something comparable to being at the end of a pregnancy -- damn the fears and anxieties, you just want to get it over with.
We leave on Thursday. At 11:40 am. Would anyone like the flight number as well?
Also, my bib # is 36421, so you can spend Sunday morning tracking me. If you'd like, I could wear a homing device.
So, yeah, the stress of thinking about the marathon has finally gotten to me. I thought I was doing pretty good by remaining calm and focused, but the anxiety about the race, the trip, etc has finally caught up with me and I have to admit that I have been a bit short with people today. I snapped at a student (although, christ, this guy has been testing my patience for awhile now -- late all the time, late work, missed days, incomplete work, etc -- anyway, I told him today that he has to get his act together -- or else), and I had a yelling match with my husband over ordering pizza. Yup. We used "fuck" pretty loudly and frequently while arguing over whether or not to order a pizza and if so, what kind of pizza to order. It was, without a doubt, the most unnecessary argument we've ever had.
We both apologized to one another, but the atmosphere has been a bit tense here in Casa de Jess this evening.
So, after spending most of the evening grading papers (discovered 2 that were plagiarized -- get this, they were the same paper, and they had each gotten it from the same website; sometimes I think students forget how many anti-plagiarism tools I have at my disposal, including the same tool they use to plagiarize: the Internet), I went out for a quick 2 mile run.
I had been planning to cross train, but when that was cancelled, I decided to go ahead and do a short run and I'm glad I did. It felt good and it helped relieve some of the building stress.
At this point, homies, I imagine that waiting for marathon day is something comparable to being at the end of a pregnancy -- damn the fears and anxieties, you just want to get it over with.
"My Bags are Packed/I'm Ready to Go"
Well, not entirely, but nearly.
Yesterday, I set out all the stuff I'm packing for the trip: regular outfits and my marathon outfit. As far as the marathon outfit, I decided to go with essentially the same thing I wore for Disney, but I am bringing along an old sweatshirt for marathon morning since the forecasted low is 54 degrees. For some, that may sound like beach weather, but for me, that sounds like a frigid start. Now, I have been debating what to wear over my singlet for about a month now and I've gone back and forth between the virtues of an old sweatshirt and a technical shirt. Ultimately, I wanted something that I could toss away and not care about, so a sweatshirt it is. Plus, if it is 50 degrees Sunday morning, I'm gonna be COLD, so I want to remain warm while I'm standing around waiting for the gun.
Aside from clothing necessities for the trip, I have the following to take care of before we leave:
Yesterday, I set out all the stuff I'm packing for the trip: regular outfits and my marathon outfit. As far as the marathon outfit, I decided to go with essentially the same thing I wore for Disney, but I am bringing along an old sweatshirt for marathon morning since the forecasted low is 54 degrees. For some, that may sound like beach weather, but for me, that sounds like a frigid start. Now, I have been debating what to wear over my singlet for about a month now and I've gone back and forth between the virtues of an old sweatshirt and a technical shirt. Ultimately, I wanted something that I could toss away and not care about, so a sweatshirt it is. Plus, if it is 50 degrees Sunday morning, I'm gonna be COLD, so I want to remain warm while I'm standing around waiting for the gun.
Aside from clothing necessities for the trip, I have the following to take care of before we leave:
- Buy Drammamine for flight (I'm a barfer otherwise)
- Finish grading essays I have so I can return them tomorrow in my last class
- Charge the garmin, the mp3, the camera, and my cell phone
- Remember to pack all of the above gadgets
- Clean the house (I hate leaving behind a messy home when on vacation)
- Tighten the mini-screws on my sunglasses (not a necessity for the trip -- I've just been meaning to get to this)
- Print/pack all necessary agenda stuff and phone numbers (it's gonna be BUSY!)
So, I gotta go homies! Lots to do!
Monday, October 01, 2007
Another Smooth 3
My 3 miles this evening were smooth and cool --temperature-wise, not attitude-wise, although that too. It's been raining frequently here for the past week and it's helped cool things off some, so tonight when I headed out for my run, it was only 78 + humidity; to be honest, I was a little chilly at first, but I warmed up quickly and the air felt glorious.
A quarter mile from home, I got splashed by a car that went straight through a puddle that soaked me, but as I said, I was only a quarter mile from home, so it was alright. That driver is still a bastard, though.
Again, no IT pain, so that was super duper.
When I got home and had showered, I settled in front of the TV for some "Chuck" and some "hump" time with the foam roller. Have you guys seen that show? It's pretty good: kind of a blend of action and comedy. I've only seen two episodes (that's all there's been so far) and I really like it. Made for a good foam roller/stretching/hip exercises distraction.
A quarter mile from home, I got splashed by a car that went straight through a puddle that soaked me, but as I said, I was only a quarter mile from home, so it was alright. That driver is still a bastard, though.
Again, no IT pain, so that was super duper.
When I got home and had showered, I settled in front of the TV for some "Chuck" and some "hump" time with the foam roller. Have you guys seen that show? It's pretty good: kind of a blend of action and comedy. I've only seen two episodes (that's all there's been so far) and I really like it. Made for a good foam roller/stretching/hip exercises distraction.
No-See-Um? Still-Feel-Em!
After we got home yesterday and unpacked, I took a long nap with Scooter (who, after his bath, has basically been sleeping since we got home: camping exhausts a little dog) and when I got up, I was pretty refreshed. So, despite the fact that I really wanted to just sit around and scratch my bug bites (seriously, they're everywhere: no-see-um, which are kinda like tiny mosquitoes, bites are all over me -- me legs, arms, feet, torso, back of my neck -- it's awful and it looks liek I have chicken pox), I instead went for a short run.
Again, I did 3 miles, and again it went well. No IT pain, which is very encouraging.
This week I plan on running another 3 this evening, cross train tomorrow, 2 miles on Wednesday and 2 miles on Thursday before our flight leaves. The distances are super short, but that's what's on my schedule, and really, I just want the legs to remember how to run -- on the whole, I want them to be rested for the big show on Sunday. Right now, I'm nervous about the IT flaring up during the marathon, but I can't do anything about it if it does, so I'm just gonna pretend that it isn't a possibility. I feel like I am in perfect health, so why not go into the marathon with that frame of mind?
BTW, I am getting nervous for Sunday, partially b/c I have so much to do between now and when we leave on Thursday, but I slept great last night and I'm just trying to concentrate on one thing at a time this week so I don't overwhelm myself mentally or emotionally. Plus, I have these bug bites to scratch and that helps take the mind off the marathon.
Again, I did 3 miles, and again it went well. No IT pain, which is very encouraging.
This week I plan on running another 3 this evening, cross train tomorrow, 2 miles on Wednesday and 2 miles on Thursday before our flight leaves. The distances are super short, but that's what's on my schedule, and really, I just want the legs to remember how to run -- on the whole, I want them to be rested for the big show on Sunday. Right now, I'm nervous about the IT flaring up during the marathon, but I can't do anything about it if it does, so I'm just gonna pretend that it isn't a possibility. I feel like I am in perfect health, so why not go into the marathon with that frame of mind?
BTW, I am getting nervous for Sunday, partially b/c I have so much to do between now and when we leave on Thursday, but I slept great last night and I'm just trying to concentrate on one thing at a time this week so I don't overwhelm myself mentally or emotionally. Plus, I have these bug bites to scratch and that helps take the mind off the marathon.
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