Showing posts with label easy run. Show all posts
Showing posts with label easy run. Show all posts

Saturday, August 20, 2011

One Step

I love Saturday mornings. More than any other morning.

This morning was glorious, I sipped coffee with my SIL Manda. She loves my darker than sin coffee. Nothing is more enjoyable than slowly finishing my morning awakening with someone I adore. Especially since on Saturday mornings Logan can sleep the day away. Oh there was also bacon. Need I say more?

After we finished up, we set out the track some miles. Manda has been rocking out 5k after 5k, and we just signed up for one together in September.

It was a great morning for a run, and we sweat it out. Then I taught Manda the joys of foam rolling.

Now I am going to spend the rest of the day playing with nephews, and eating food I shouldn't....why yes, I am at Chic-Fil-a inhaling a chocolate shake.

What do you love about Saturdays?
How do you take your coffee?
Chocolate or vanilla?

Holy Moly, Look at Her

Night Running Rocks!

Lately, I feel like I have had a lot of quit in me during my runs.  I don't know what it is, but I just feel fatigued or something.  Not last night though, last night at 8PM, Goliath and I blasted through a B.A. run through the hills of Shawnee.  Everything was right.  It was just perfect.

Those perfect runs are few and far between, and so I relished every minute. We did 2.5 out and back, so 5 total.  I realized something too, it was the first time I had taken G running on city streets since the accident.  And ya know what?

We lived.

I think this may make running easier for both us, if we can run on sidewalks again, I won't need to waste the time driving to a trail.

When I arrived home my nephews were here!! YAY! Part time guys!

What time of day you prefer to run or exercise?
When was your last perfect run?
Do you have any nephews/nieces?

Friday, July 02, 2010

Wasted on Fixing All the Problems

As I type this, I'm sitting on the right hand side of our bed with my husband to my left sprawled out on his back and Goliath to my right, belly up on the floor passed out and twitching in a dream. So why am I awake? Urm, I woke up at 5am to run 4 miles-that's why. No need to rejoice, I'm irritated at myself. Why? I'll also tell you. It all starts with last night's choices, which included....

a full liter of long island ice tea.

I mean, maybe the drink alone wouldn't be so bad-but paired with nachos, fries and whatever it was that I grazed off of friend's plates it's a major problem. Like Apollo to Ground Control, we have a problem-problem. But really who can turn down a liter of long island for $5....and nachos?....and fries?....and whatever it was that I grazed off of friend's plates? Well I know I can't-could you?

When you make compromises with yourself, that should be a red flag that you probably shouldn't be doing whatever it is. If you have to bargain with your own conscience, probably not a good decision to begin with right? This is what I did: Ok Jules, you can drink this but you still gotta run tomorrow no matter what-even if that means puking the whole way. Puking, I can handle, but it was the acid reflux-bloat-headache train that I hopped this morning. My alarm went off, and I argued with myself for like ten minutes. I guzzled some water, sipped a little coffee for a boost and put my foot to pavement.

What was suppose to be four, quickly became a quick and easy two mile run. Burping over and over became not only miserable, but absolutely unbearable. A mile in I knew, sometimes you can just tell-no matter what: this isn't going to be a good run, and the only thing that's going to make it better is to recognize that. Luckily, there wasn't anyone on the trail so Goliath got a little off-leash freedom.

We took it down to a slow jog, explored a little, turned around and finished up strong. No matter what I'm burping up, just being out with my pup on a beautiful morning is an awesome thing. I shouldn't be mad at myself right? I am a serious runner, but I also have a serious social life-and maybe I'm ok with sacrificing a little training for a little fun.

Mileage: 2.11
Times: 20:58.10

PS: please check out some new blog features! I've added two pages: Races and What I Ate Today...

Monday, May 17, 2010

Skippin' Down the Street

HELLOOOOOOOOO!! Guess who's back? Guess who's ready for action? and take a guess who missed their Furmom?

After two weeks apart, we are reunited and it feels oh so good. I was in the world of research, and in that world there was no running, and there was no dietary conscientiousness. Sadly, I left G-Monz behind with Logan. By Saturday, my first day home, Goliath thought I was surely never returning so when I walked through the door he was just short of doing back flips.

Despite Saturday being my first day home, today was our first day running. I could tell just by observing Goliath's behavior Saturday and Sunday, he was depressed. The lack of exercise really took a major toll on his overall demeanor. His excitement for my return was made manifest fully when he saw me take out my lunarglides (YES! I got new shoes before I left!). Have you ever seen a dog smile?

I tried to make a video, because I can not adequately express what he does but...he stands really still with excitement waiting for me to acknowledge the r-u-n. When I say r-u-n, he's gone. He has zoomed from the bedroom to the back door to the bedroom to the backdoor to his leash to the backdoor and back, zero to sixty in 0.2 sorta thing.

Not sure where my fitness level would be, I made sure to properly warm up for half a mile. That half a mile was absolutely torturous for Goliath. Antsying to accelerate, he tugged the leash and jumped in the air like a dolphin. Arriving at the trail, he started to settle into the run. We were going out for the week's easy run, three miles at what was suppose to be race pace+2 minutes-but that's torture for both of us.

I always get so nervous when I run for the first time after a hiatus. I tend to fear that I won't be able to perform, like somehow in two weeks I will have forgotten how to run altogether. OR maybe I'll hurt myself? I dunno. It's a fear that sometimes, I feel like if I allowed it to it would end me running.

At the end of the day, the fear is motivating and it is always exhilarating to find out: Oh yeah...I can do this!!

Today's Mileage: 3.01
Time: 25:19

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tell Me the World Ain't Mine

Are you ready for MEGA MID WEEK PHOTO-THON!?! I don't know why, but I've got a lot of bases to cover today so brace yourself and get your scroll finger ready, here's to hoping your reader doesn't freeze.

Last evening after an additional two miles, I came home to Goliath nestled in our bed. No surprise. He has a nasty habit though, he likes to eat bed skirts and sheets. Unfortunately for the Bosky Family his tastes have matured to comforters. Now this surely will break the bank. Buying a new fitted sheet every so often is really no skin off my teeth, but I absolutely can not replace the habit with comforters. Even if they are cheapo Target comforters. My guess is he figured out that the blanket was stuffed with his favorite batting, and it simulates disemboweling an animal and you know the rest.

Who doesn't want a hole in their comforter? Seriously.

Regardless of the motive, it also tells me that even after a six mile run he wasn't completely worn out. The joys of a working breed. This looming thought left me worried about our brief jaunt this afternoon. BUT I promised myself that I would take the shorter runs more seriously, so two miles it was and two miles only. There's a reason the schedule has a two mile run, and not "at least two miles" on it. Tacking mileage on to scheduled runs is a bad habit of mine, and is the most likely culprit of my over training.

Our trail is half a mile away, so by the time we get there on two mile days we only get about eight minutes on it. That's such a shame is it not? Our favorite place in the whole-wide-world, and we only get eight minutes? We know we'll be back tomorrow so our whining is really so pointless. The turn around came quick enough, we were both feeling it. My lactate threshold peaked pretty quickly, and Goliath was panting pretty heavily. At one point, I had a mini heart attack because I thought he had gotten off his leash but when I looked down he was trotting with me completely in sync. Maybe he'll make that a habit too? Slack in the lead, how cool!

That's his "HUH?" face

Remember how I said I would NOT tack on mileage? Well I lied, but maybe you'll forgive me and understand. I ran exactly two miles, no more no less. When we arrived home, and synced our run onto Nike+ it showed us that we were less than a mile away from achieving a new status. GREEN! So we went back out and looped around the block a few times, is that cheating nike? Maybe. So now since we bought that sport kit in January, Goliath and I have logged over 250 kilometers. Pretty nifty.

I always feel like ultracool training in a race shirt

Is it odd that I crave protein bars? Is there an addictive substance in them? Like Cocaine Power Protein Plus Bars? As clean as my diet is, protein bars and supplements are my one exception to the rule. I've toyed around with a few but, I always go back to one. This morning I gave the Kashi variety a try:

...and honestly? Not a fan. I thought I was going to be all YAY NATURAL PROTEIN BAR YAY! But no. It was really small, didn't satiate me and was kind of dry. Now I know protein bars aren't like some dietary excellence but as far as they go, this was blugh. My favorite?

The only real problem is that I can eat like six or hundred in a day. Not to mention there's nearly twice the amount of protein than the Kashi bar, with the same calories. Sorry natural diet, PowerBar wins.

I have never been the type of person to count calories, and that's why Weight Watchers has been so successful in helping me get to goal. Now that I am so close, it was suggested to me to count calories in addition to points. It's quite the feat, but I downloaded another food tracking application for my iPhone. Tracking points is second nature, so it's calorie cousin hasn't been too difficult. The funny thing is, as educated as I am in food choices I still get surprised by the amount of calories in things. Today, for instance, I added my broccoli and was shocked to see that it had ACTUAL calories. BUT broccoli is ZERO. Don't be fooled, I KNOW everything has calories but you forget sometimes ya know?

Have you guys met Sally yet? Sally is a whoodle who lives at my place of work. She's an awesome dog, and hypoallergenic too!

Today's Mileage: 2.94
Time: 20:41