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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Overwhelmed. That's all I can say.
It's recently dawned on me that I have assumed way to many responsibilities, commitments, extra curriculars and things of the ilk My motives are so good, so genuine. I just can't keep up. I can't keep up with school, and work and my family and my friends and the boards and the charities and all the training and and...
|wah wah wah|
Yesterday, was just one of those days where everything was wrong and I was negative. I found myself crying in my office. My eyes had been brimming with tears most of the day, but the levees finally gave way around noonish.
I didn't want to do anything. I did not want to eat healthy foods, I want a burger. I did not want to run, I want to sleep. I did not want to do my homework, I want to eat. I forced myself to do all the things I knew I should do, but had no desire.
|sleepy dog head|
People always say that when you do the things you don't want to do, you will always feel better about doing them. In a way, I guess people are right.
Training had me running 5 miles, and after the day I had I seriously could barely lace my sneakers. Anyway, I convinced myself that a run was what I needed. That running always makes me feel better. That a nice long run would empower me, give my self-confidence back, take the yips away.
I was wrong. Sometimes running isn't a cure all. Sometimes the solutions to your problems won't appear to you by mile three. In fact, my mind was so preoccupied that I could barely focus, worries from work muddled my mind and I'd feel myself slowing down. I ended up running 5 in 48, which isn't too bad.
So no, running didn't make my poopie day better. But when you are going for broke, at the very least I can say I ran. So it does count for something.
Sorry about the uber-downer post ya'll, but rainbows after ran ya know?
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COMFORT FOOD?
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Did you know that during the Winter it gets cold in Kansas? Like really cold. Guess who had the day off on Monday? I've been mah-jah-lee slacking, even though I have a brutal half marathon coming up, so I went out for a mah-jah run. Goliath was mah-jah-lee stoked. The first half mile was mah-jah-lee cold. Downhill, wind whipping in my face, numb. It got me thinking, OH MY GOD I'm only going a mile. Well, that, and This is my third winter running.
Now, I know three winters doesn't make me an expert or anything....but three Midwest winters with a husky might. I've compiled a list of my some winter running tips, gear suggestions and hilarious winter running stories. It's going to be a series.
Today, we are going to talk about: Julia's Winter Must Haves
1. First and foremost, VASELINE. It's a life saver. Schmear it everywhere, like cream cheese. I mainly put it on my face to break the wind, and prevent face chapping. I mega-abhor coming home from a run, and having pores the size of moon craters because of wind/cold chap. Not this lady. Vaseline is a useful tool that can also help winterize your shoeskis. Dab a little on mesh areas of shoes to prevent snow, ice and snowmelt from invading. Now you have a foot-snow barrier.
2. Something fleece to cover your ears. I prefer a headband, it's aerodynamic. However, ear muffs, a hat, you hands with gloves on them-would also work, I assume. Personally, I need something that gives me the freedom to have a pony tail, or a braid, the versatility of reversableness and the warmth of fleece.
3. Decent running tights. Here's a shocker: top of line tights are just as good as cheap ones. So you can't afford $100 tights-one of my favorite pair of tights are from Forever 21, meant to be worn under some skanky dress and were $5. Sure Brooks has awesome tights, and I'd love to have a pair-but if I'm only running for 30-40 minutes, my little spandex tights with two seams work just as well.
4. Layers. This is a no brainer, but layers-even ditchable layers are life savers. I like a dry fit base, a cotton tee, and a fleece lined hoodie. There's the ole' 20 degree rule, so I try to stick with that pretty closely. Old Navy right now has these pretty baller hoodies, that have the headphones built into the lining. It's machine washable and eliminates extra baggage, so that's my suggestion.
5. Throw away gloves. Total need. Gloves you can blow your nose into, and toss on the side of the road in a race. They are like a $1 for two pairs at target. Get hip.
Ok, that's it for now for my gear suggestions. Tune in tomorrow for survival tips.
Yesterday Mileage: 5.1
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Honestly, I'm not sure where I'm at. I truly not sure what to expect and what time I'm going to finish. I guess I care and I don't care, I want to finish obviously but I want to do well. What I want more than anything though is to get this wait over with. Tapering is making my twitch. I want to run for longer than an hour. I want to run so long I can't feel my legs. I want to spend a whole day running....and I can't.
Saturday, I went on a run with my lovely seester. As of late, she's been upset that I have blogged about everyone but her. So maybe I signed her up to run a half marathon in November, and so maybe she's not trained for it-but she still loves me, and is ready to tackle this. I guaranteed her that running the half in November will get her a lot of blog-air and a super sweet t-shirt. Motivationally, it might not be for running accomplishment but she's doing it and I'm proud of her.
Emily has been my bestie friend since she was born. We kind of had some rough years growing up, but no matter the disagreement small or large-we've always managed to stay BFFS. Sharing a room with her for more than 14 years may have been challenging, but I wouldn't trade our late night talks as we tried to fall asleep or impromptu dance/jam sessions to Aqua or NSYNC for anything. Emmers was always an athlete, and still is-every sport out there she's dabbled with. We were a family of athletes (sans my brother), but she always has been the best. Hilariously, the only sport I loved she hated (volleyball) and the sports she thrived at: basketball, soccer, and running-I really couldn't stand.
She also ran cross country, and she was good. When she ran, I'd go to meets and never understand why these kids would run for so long. Funny right? Since then, she's pretty much stuck with soccer. ANYWAY. We went running to see where she was at so we can gauge where to start training. I don't like starting a run without a goal, but she just said "Let's go as far as I possibly can." We ran down KC's trolley track trail, which is where G and ran for strutt your mutt and the trolley run.
It was like "Take Your Dog to the Trail" day, there were a million people running with their dogs which always make it difficult for...everyone, because the dogs are always more interested in the other dog than who they are pacing with. Goliath did really well, except one time. He deemed only one dog worthy of a sniff, and since he was running on my right he wrapped around Emily. We averted disaster, but it was close. We took a few walking breaks, and turned around at the 2.5 mile mark.
Here's a tip: if you are ever running with a human partner, and you think it'd be cool to listen to the same playlist-DO NOT USE A HEADPHONE SPLITTER. That was the worst idea of the day. Between trying to coordinate Goliath and the splitter, Em and I were getting a little frustrated. So we are definitely nixing that idea, we'll just be importing the same playlist next time on different devices. The splitter was fun for like two seconds. Toward the end, neither of us were listening to much music anyway. I guess that's what it's like with running partners.
We finished five miles really strongly. I had more super duper cute pictures but blogger is being lame and won't let me upload. It was a family affair, our mom (y'all have met) went on a walk, and she met us back. Then it was bagel time. All in all, a wonderful way to spend my Saturday morning. It makes me excited to get in her into half training! Who wants to take bets she'll catch the marathoning bug too?!
Total Distance: 5.0 Miles
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I have a little over a month left. I have a 20 mile run scheduled this weekend. I have my clothes planned out. I have printed the map three times. I have counted down the days for almost a year. I have never been so overwhelmingly consumed with one thing ever before. It's not an exaggeration when I say it's ALL I think about.
allllll day. I needed the rest. I need a day to just NOT think so farting much. The weather has been absolutely gorgeous, and yet the dog was fairly empty. We walked a few laps, drudged the mud and explored the wooded areas.
These pictures crack me up...sorry.
When I run I have zero problems, in fact these days I've felt better than ever. Something in my brain shuts down, I feel no pain and can go for miles. The second I stop, for water or for Goliath to drop a deuce something will get me, albeit nausea or shin pain. I'm doing my best to stay on top of overuse injuries, and experiment with gatorade. Today's run was a different story. I thought I had found the key to feeling like trash after runs, but guess not. Sometimes dehydration isn't as simple as drinking water. I have been drinking a suggested about of water, and gatorade before and after runs-but even with that I couldn't help but feel like puking at my split today, and as I arrived home.
Today's Mileage: 5.2
Friday, July 09, 2010
I've said in the past that in achieving goals, especially weight oriented ones, it's important to have an anchor. If you've been subscribing and following since the beginning of The Bosky Blog you know who my anchor is, and it just so happens that my anchor can run 20 mph if he so chooses. Unlike most people's anchor, mine is not only figurative but quite literal. He's on a rope, that pulls me.
This goes without saying as well, but the sled-dog in him makes for a unruly leash dog. Anyone with a dog that's bred to draft knows that you strap a leash on they instinctively go: "PULL PULL PULL MUST PULL." Goliath is no different. You know this. Studies show that dogs who were bred to work are missing a neurotransmitter that tells them when to stop, which quite literally means some dogs will and can work or run themselves to death.
There are mornings where I feel like I am missing the neurotransmitter, and then there are days when I WISH I didn't have it. Intrinsically, humans aren't designed to run forever. We aren't fashioned for the purpose to save Alaska, like Balto. Being able to run for 3.1, 6.2, 13.1, 26.2, 50+ are feats we train and condition ourselves to do. So while I have spent two years training myself for various distances, I've also been simultaneously leash training. Continually leash training.
Not a day goes by where Goliath doesn't forget he's attached to me. He has dislocated fingers, and my shoulder, popped my wrist, abetted in pulling groin muscles more than three times and was the primary reason for a pretty severe knee injury last winter. Why do I reiterate this? I've come to resent running with him. He's clearly a better runner than I, and ok I'll say it-although more skilled, he can make running for me miserable. I never thought I'd get to point where running with him would be more chore than choice. For the last month, I convince myself to go without him-but the guilt alone would ruin a run.
The obvious toll that 70lbs on a nylon leash puts on my frame has really been starting to get to me. After a long run with G, I not only feel like I ran X miles but I also feel like I was abused along the way. My right arm feels like it should be amputated, groin needs to be iced from all the awkward jerks after squirrels and my back and neck are so exhausted from straining to be his resistance. Honestly, I'm not sure how my body has handled it for so long. I've built up callouses so I no longer get leash burn, but that's about the only adaptation I've made to compensate.
Clearly, something needed to change. Kinda desperate I looked into obedience classes, made some calls-but a lot of trainers echoed one of my biggest fear: It's instinct, you can train a dog until you're blue in the face but instinct will always be there. No, no one said he couldn't get better-they just warned, it might always be a problem. Wednesday, I stopped in PetSmart sans Goliath to pick up his monolithic bag of food. I meandered through a few aisles, just to see if there was anything I was missing and I found myself in collars and leads. My heart got a little heavy, wishing that it was just as easy as a retractable 1/8 inch thick nylon chord. I longed to purchase the 6 feet of Jayhawk bedazzled nylon. Then, something caught my eye. It was bright. It was orange. It whispered my name. The hunting leads gave me a little wink, and said Hey we are made for prey-driven-workin'-dogs. I pulled eight feet of lead off a rack, and held it in my hands like I had just received prophecy.
Reality, quickly set in. Being orange and having two more feet of nylon isn't going to solve genetics. ...but maybe...No, I knew it wasn't like I'd snap on this lead and Goliath would suddenly think Oh hayyyy, shiny new leash? Better behave! So I hung it back up, and headed toward check out-until something else whispered my name. Julia...have you ever though about trying something like ME out? A baltic blue harness said. Why no? Think it would help?
I stared at the Large Breed harnesses. Fully prepared to bite the bullet, and put my foot in my mouth. Being such a snob, I've always said that MY dog will never wear a harness, he'll be properly trained. How foolish of me. How judgemental of me. How incredibly incredibly stupid of me that the answer was here, all along and I IGNORED it because of pride. I quickly grabbed the harness, backtracked to the bright orange wonderfulness-and checked out before you could say fartlek.
I sped home, clumsily fit Goliath into his new hardware. The garmin logged five miles, and it was magical. No, not the garmin-the run. Goliath and I formed this totally invincible running machine. I looped him around my waist, so he was at my center of gravity. I didn't even notice him, and we both had the most fantastic time. When we arrived home, a little tear made it's way out. I tried to tell Logan how amazing it was, but words couldn't describe. I love Goliath, and I love running too-but I love running with Goliath more than anything. It's our common ground, and without it I don't know if I have much to offer him. So thank you PetSmart harness and hunting lead, you saved my life.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
I'm so geeked out. What happens when you take a nerdy, science fiendish runner and introduce a GPS enabled running watch with a heart rate monitor and a touch swivel bevel? Well ladies and gents, you get the happiest girl on the planet Earth.
I owe my new found happiness to a good friend, Justin H., an engineer at Garmin. With his employee discount, and a few months of saving my dream became a reality. You see-since I started running, I've been an avid nike+ user. Don't get me wrong, I love it and the little voice in my ear-but the accuracy was off, and it also did nothing for my fitness. I wanted to see where my heart rate was, if I was improving and many many more details I longed to know. NIKE+ has pushed me through six half marathons, and two years of running but the Forerunner405CX will take me to that next step in running.
Sure, it's going to give me tons of useless data that I could spend hours and hours attempting to interpret and draw conclusions from-but the point is: it has that capability whether I decide to use it or not! HA-you probably thought I was going to say something profound, but you should know better especially if you've been reading for a while.
This goes without saying but I couldn't wait to run with my new gadget. As soon as I got home, I geared up and leashed up and took off. It was kinda funny, having this thing on my wrist and a HRM band I felt like someone was watching me. So at first, it was a little awkward. I had to come to terms with my new running partners, and recognize that they aren't judging me. They are there to help me train.
Five miles later, I felt death warmed up. I was so excited about my new toy that I wasn't really aware of how tired I was or the heat. Goliath was even a little tuckered. Running on the trail, with so many people around I almost expected other runners to stop and go "HAAAY!!! Is that a 405CX?" but nobody did, Goliath stole the show as usual. Only people asking me what kind of breed he was, or telling me how happy he looked. What an attention whore, couldn't let the 405CX have a day. I will say, my favorite comment yesterday was from a lady who was walking with her husband who stopped and asked us what breed he was, as I answered "Boxer-husky," she smacked her husband and said "TOLD YOU!! I said he looked like a boxer but ran like a husky" I told her that might have to be my new tag line for the blog.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
At the end of crammed schedule, you can only be as a good as what you put in and if you can't put in your best you can't be the best. Admittedly, I am not the best at anything I do I'm not even good. I struggle and push to break into the middle of the pack, or to be average. With all this in mind, when someone comes to me for help I can't help but be majorly flattered. Who? Me? Help you better yourself? My dear friend Megan's fiancee Kyle needed a little endurance assistance, and he facebooked me.
Surprisingly, Kyle's natural pace was around 7:57min/miles on the first split. I usually practice negative splits, which means my second half is faster than my first. I'm conservative with my energy, so I can confidently finish strong. Negative splits can not happen for me if I push 7:57s the first half, so we ended up averaging 8:25min/miles by the split.
Goliath was so excited to be running with someone else, and a little faster than the norm. I could tell he was showing off, he behaved really well on the lead. Does your dog do that? I've noticed when I walk or run with another person, Goliath does so much better. Maybe it's that pack mentality?
Yesterday's Mileage: 5.01
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I laced up my racers and set out for 5.5 miles knowing that I would have to walk seven miles to work. Initially, I was apprehensive not knowing how this would go and if I'd feel that same pains as yesterday. Between mile one and mile two, there's a quarter mile wind tunnel and when I pushed through I knew that it'd be a good run. With a twenty foot highway barrier on the left and condominiums on the right the wind whips through there like bottle rockets. There's no headwinds or tailwinds, it's just wind in all directions.
These five miles completely made up for my miles yesterday. It was one of those runs, where you feel like you could run forever. I pushed a 7:20/mile on mile three. Goliath noticed my pace picking up, and he was pleased. It's cheesier than Gouda, but it was one of those runs where you feel yourself improving and your body changing. There is literally nothing running wise that could make me happier, except maybe new shoes.
Goliath decided to wade the creek today:
All in all, awesome run today. It felt great: snot, boogers and tears from the cold, all of it. I was so focused, that I didn't notice him cockroach in poop. He's such a Beetlejuice, attracted to foul scents and fan of dirt.
I need to start cross training more, so if anyone has any good suggestions-bring them on.
Today's Mileage: 5.5