Posts Tagged “bad run”

New stuff!

The time to replace my Adrenaline GTS 9s had come. How did I know this? I knew this because around mile 1.5 of the EP5K, I realized I had sprouted a blister in a place where I had never, ever, ever, EVER gotten a blister from running before.

So after trying on a number of new and exciting shoes… I ended up with a shiny new pair of Adrenaline GTS 10s. Well, I do like the way they fit my teeny tiny narrow flat feet.

Freezin’ race!

Last week I ran a 5K in near-freezing temperatures. I had been told it would be in the 60s that day. Which it was… just, y’ know, NOT UNTIL WELL AFTER THE RACE, when I went outside to wait for my stepmom so we could go eat dinner armed with hat and gloves and jacket. “WELL, THIS IS JUST COMPLETE HORSESHIT,” I said as I went back in to change into cooler clothing.

Also I ran that race with a goodie bag hanging on my arm. I was told there would be a gear check. If there was one, I didn’t see it. Oh well.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

I am running my first 10K in less than a month. In costume. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. AAAAAH.

…okay, no, although I will be walking parts of it I know I can do it, and if I can run the entirety of a 5K with a heavy bag hanging off my arm in near-freezing weather and nearly PR in spite of all that shit, I’m sure I can run/walk a 10K in a pair of Tyvek coveralls (I will hack them off at the knees if I have to) and a small hydration backpack disguised, with the lightest possible materials, as a proton pack. …yes, I am running in a Ghostbusters uniform, there’s a costume contest with a “movie theme” division, if I can’t bring home some actual race hardware I can at least gun for a costume prize, shut up.

FU210K!

I started week 5 of Freeway to 10K yesterday and nearly died. WTF, I thought, why is this so hard all of a sudden? And then I realized that the pace it had me on was something like a 9:30 mile, when left to my own devices I run a 12:00 mile on a good day, and there were six seven-minute intervals of my ass running a 9:30 pace. Do the math. SHIT MAN NO WONDER I WAS DYING.

Oh, I ran all the run intervals, all right. I ran every fucking second of every fucking one of them. I had to bump my walk breaks up to two minutes instead of the measly single minute they give you, but by God I ran every second of every run interval.

More new stuff!

I spent my tax refund on a new raceworthy bike! It is by no means top-of-the-line, but it’s light and fast and it fits my little short self and it will do. I rode it around a little Saturday–after fifteen or so years of riding nothing but mountain bikes and cruisers, a road bike is going to take some adjusting to.

I also spent a chunk of the remainder on a Moving Comfort Maia bra, since I’d heard good things about them.

Well…

I will say this. As an elliptical/cycling/weightlifting/other low-impact activity bra, it’s awesome. As an everyday bra, it’s PERFECT.  I had to go back and get another one just to wear as a normal bra.

As a running bra, on its own, it’s crap. Sorry. I love the bra, it’s just not worth a shit for running.

HOWEVER

If I put it on, and then put the Enell on over it… HOLY IMMOBILIZED BOOBS, BATMAN.  Alone, neither of these bras could tame the Twin Towers. Together, THEY ARE MIGHTY VS. BOUNCE.  Sure, there’s still some jiggle, but WOW.

And finally, my position on the barefoot-vs-shod running debate!

does that about sum it up?

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I spent Thanksgiving and a few days after at my mom and stepdad’s farm. And yesterday, I decided to go run on the lovely low-traffic web of dirt roads around said farm.

I learned something very important.

When your grandparents talk about having to walk some ungodly number of miles to school uphill both ways, THEY ARE NOT MAKING THAT SHIT UP. I don’t know how, maybe these roads are some kind of dirt Mobius strip, but somehow that out-n-back was UPHILL BOTH WAYS.

Also, those hills that look so gentle from a car? Are murder on foot.

We have no hills where I live. It is flat as all hell here. I have to go out of my way to find hills, and even then, they’re only hills in the sense that they sort of go up and then sort of go down again. A mile. I think I did maybe a mile. And my legs were trashed for the rest of the day.

And God help me, I’m doing a 5K up there in April. I was, for a short time, seriously considering the half marathon held at the same time but fuck a whole bunch of that, maybe by then I could attempt a flat half but this hilly bullshit, oh hell no.

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On Saturday evenings, my stepmom and I go to a certain Mexican restaurant for dinner.

They have a thing they call a Sabroso. It is a fried tortilla covered in fajita meat and chile con queso with guacamole and lettuce and tomatoes and stuff on top. I’ve had it many times. Just… not since I started running on Sunday mornings.

Helpful hint:

Do not under any circumstances eat a Sabroso the night before you run.

No matter how many times you go to the bathroom before you head out, it will be one time too few.

Just trust me on this one.

(okay, well, nothing really bad happened, I made it home fine, but “potty emergency imminent” red alerts going off for the entire 35 minutes does not make for a good run.)

(and actually you should really probably not eat one of these ever but they’re so good.)

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