I ran ragnar, post to follow. It's too long and I want to get the stank into the post. I don't think I'm going to run the Turkey Trot I planned on. Too much money, too much stress. I'm going to use the $20 we were going to pay in entry fees on home made t-shirts.
Saw Shannon last night for a split second and we planned our pre-chistmas bar party. (2nd annual) Look out Tallahassee, the first time was crazy. But this time, we're experienced.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out.
I need to stretch more. During a tennis match I went down hard on my right knee and since then the little scratch has healed, but the tightness in my IT band has stayed with me. About two miles into a run and then for the rest of the effort, I have this nagging pain in my left hip. It's the kind of hurt that just stays with you, the kind you can't think away but isn't day-ending. So tonight, with just two days left in my taper before the relay, I think I'm going to hit the treadmill in a big way. The plan is to run at race pace for 5 miles and then push it the last one, cool down for one, and then a little runner yoga to cap it all off. Tomorrow I'll go out with mike maybe for a 2-4 mile easy jog and then nothing on thursday except the drive to my mom's house and a little pre-race laundry. See you later.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Don't take this the wrong way, but your lips look really good.
Ahh! I'm getting super excited about this week end and the ragnar relay I'm in with Lisa Steinkamp. Super pumped. Super stoked. And yet, super relaxed about putting in the miles. 17-20 miles can be rough on a little chubby girl, but this one is feeling good about her preparation. This past week end brought a world class ladies night (adjusted to three glasses of wine and an early end to promote maximum sleep time with my shantron) and a big time loss in a tennis tournament. But after it was all done, and the humiliation of getting spanked on some clay courts begna to wash over me, I took the opportunity to run on some trails for the first time in a while. I don't like the uneven surface, but I hear it's great for the knees and after a couple weeks of putting in 7+ miles on the same roads day in and day out, I was ready for a change in scenary. I ran down hills, through ravines, up steep inclines, over tree branches, on rust colored patches of dried clay. I kept an eye out for snakes (story to follow). I think I ran 6 miles, but I can't be sure. It used to be that I knew exactly how long I had been going, because I looked at my watch every two minutes or could remember how many songs I had listened to. But that isn't really the case any more and I can go out for an hour and not remember what I listened to. One song becomes two, becomes the album, becomes did I already hear this? I'm excited about making a zune list for the week end, I'm excited about sleeping in a van and then running my leg at 3:30 in the morning, I'm ready for some blisters and some tired legs, I'm ready for a medal at the finish and a free t-shirt, but most of all I'm ready to hit the wall. When it comes, I know that I'm ready for it. I've felt that pain and pushed through it before. I've ran hills, and flat tracks, and dusty trails, and busy streets. I'm ready.
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