So yeah, we obviously kept pretty busy this weekend. Perhaps to keep our minds off reality. We both know everything is going to be okay, no matter what. It's just a major bummer having the "unemployed" stamp ya know? I hate to see Lo majorly bumming too, as with anyone you hate to see the people you love hurt, or sad or slighted. It's life though you know?
Yesterday, we both had another day of weekend! Wins! Logan was out of bed before me, and Goliath was still not ready to get up. He was hitting the internerd hard on a job hunt. I made us some coffee, and we talked about things. Then it was time for Goliath and I to do work. We got our butts to the trail for some speed work.
Goliath anxiously awaiting his pancake
The run felt AMAAAZZZING. I felt just: good, for lack of a better term. I was able to hold a steady-speedy pace. Goliath really enjoyed the brisk jaunt. We did four miles worth of intervalling speediness. I wish, I SUPERWISH that after mile 2 my garmin didn't fail so I could have my splits and better data because it was SUCH A GREAT run. We finished up in 31:40.02, yeah you naysayer you read that right. 31:40!! In case you can't do math, that's a 7:53 average, what what I'm ballin'.
Peanut Butter Pancake for G$
The reward: Pancakes. Not for me though. Goliath and Logan both got pancakes, but my gut needs to get smaller not gluttonously large with pancakes and syrup. Thankfully, I did even bat an eye. Who am I?
Yeah, I cook all schweaty from running. What of it?
Goliath and spent the rest of the day, no not recovering, but cleaning and prepping for dinner. I, Julia queen of The Bosky Blog, pieced my own chicken. More on that later, with a recipe. We our friends SwellMary and her spousticle Bobernathy over for dindin. The menu: Homestlye Fried Chicken, Kale Salad, Roasted Potatoes and Strawberry Shortcake. Recipes to follow, standby.
After we, well I, inhaled the food on my plate. We wen through all their pictures from their recent trip to Mexico. Whatever room was left in my body instantly filled with jealousy. I MUST GO!!! The Mayan history was literally blowing my frickin mind dudes. The ideas of a 2012 Mayan trip are being tossed around....along with the rest of the world, but come on...wouldn't that be sweeeeeeet!!
HOW DO YOU GET YOUR MIND OFF NEGATIVE THINGS?
WHAT DID YOU DO ON THE HOLIDAY?
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DESSERT?
Ugh, I feell.....sooo....slooooooooooooooooooooooooooow
I was out running, I know-shocker...and I felt like I was going wicked fast, but according to Garmin, I wasn't.
I know speed is the first to go when it comes to losing fitness, so I gotsa work on that right now. Especially since I stupidly signed up to be on my company's distance medley relay team. And guess what? I'M THE FREAKING MILE ANCHOR. ugh.
I don't want to look foolish, and let my co-workers down so to get the tempo up I did a fartlek work out on Friday. Those really help my see where I'm at and an easier (for me at least) way for me to build speedy endurance.
That is key: speedy endurance.
The definition? The ability to quickly run forever.
I've been really trying to focus on healing, letting my knee get better and all that stuff. On top of my knee, I tore a muscle in the groindular region after my little twist and shout with Goliath during our last run. Groindular is a word I made up, because I would just like to make sound tougher.
You know that muscle that's responsible for picking up your leg? That's what I've torn, and that actually bothers me more than the knee issue. Ice fixes my knee, but that muscle? I use it all the time, it's impossible to rest it. I use it when I drive, when I walk and run, when I stand, when I cross my leg, and when sit and stand.
After, resting since the 24th I gauged the pain and weighed the pros and cons of running. The pain was not noticeable, so I took ibuprofen and we went on our way. We didn't set a mileage goal on the Nike+ kit, because when I put in five miles I have to run five miles regardless of how I feel.
The first half mile to the trail was enjoyable, downhill. The second half mile, not enjoyable-solid ice for a half mile, and also downhill. So I was forced to walk and it took forever to maneuver, but after that little jaunt it was a whole different trail. Night and Day.
The weather was fantastic, and there were a handful of people out walking their dogs or jogging. When I saw a couple running toward certain death, I warned them and they nonchalantly were like "Ohhpsssh we've already ran through it" REALLY? I call bolognasandwich. I almost fell tip-toeing through it, and let's be honest I am as crazy as they come when the conditions become less than favorable.
I'm not a tip-toe kind of person. We've discussed this before: I dive in head first, even if it means I'm nose deep in crap. I've got to REALLY learn my lesson, sometimes the lesson needs to be learned a few times before I REALLY understand it, ya know?
So three and quarter miles in, I still hadn't learned my lesson about running on an injury. We took our two minute split at the usual spot. Goliath was, well Goliath. He was running in circles, just getting warmed up. I felt guilty I couldn't run him farther, but I didn't budget the time. Our two minutes, I tried to get quick picture, but someone couldn't sit still:
I felt fine on the split, and even another quarter mile after. It was not until mile four that my knee started feeling agitated. Coincidentally, this is perhaps the time I started getting tired and paying less attention to my form.
Pain deferral is something I have gotten really, really good at but it's also not something I enjoy doing. The annoyance was pretty awful, that I wanted it to be over. I wanted the run over so bad, I wanted to be home in an ice bath. Maybe being in pain is the best thing for speed training, because I pushed a 6:30 mile, my fastest yet.
So a run can be both the worst run and the best run, it all depends on perspective.
Anyway, I am making a concerted effort to take a load off my knees but at the same time stay active. This week I am attempting all the work out classes at the gym. Watch out for the full report.
Monday's are the days where I pay for my transgressions over the weekend. Goliath makes me regret the fried pickles from Friday, and the chocolate cake from Penny's. It felt like eighteen degrees this morning, and with a headwind of 18 mph. After running an errand this morning, I yawned pulling in my parking lot and for a split second decided to blow off today's run.
Monday's are the days where I can find a million reasons not to run, but only one reason to: Goliath. I could put away laundry, organize my cabinets, finally hang the painting or figure out how to replace my carpet. Instead, I will lace up the nikes like I did today.
According to my training schedule, today was suppose to be speed work incorporated into a four mile run but at the two mile split I knew I'd have to go farther, faster and longer.
If you've ever struggled with your weight, and maintaining your goal you know as well as I do that having a daily reminder keeps you focused. Weight Watchers calls it an "anchor," and can you guess what mine is? We adopted my anchor after I lost my first five pounds, as both a reward and motivation. My anchor gets me up on cold mornings, and won't let me slow down on the uphills. When I try to stop, he'll shoot me a look like "Hey I'm not the one who ate that extra serving of pancakes and sausage," and then I get moving.
Our four by two run quickly turned into a 10k, our favorite distance. We run door to door, only stopping for a split or to greet another dog. For the first time in training, I felt like I might puke. I could feel those aforementioned food sins slowing me down. The desire to stop every five minutes didn't stop until mile four, when we approached another runner. An older man, clearly a seasoned vet, no running gadgets and worn out sneakers. As we passed each other, he said "Well at least the dog likes it!"
Darn it, I like it too. Before I knew it, I was home and peeling off sweat soaked gear. I look forward to my post work out protein. I usually have skim chocolate milk, and Goliath has a beggin strip. Lately, however, I've been playing mad scientist with protein powder and smoothies:
Monday's are the days where I need to remind myself why I do this, why I get up at 5am, why I need to push myself. The days where I need to find a million reasons to run, and throw the excuses out the bandwagon door. The days where I owe my success to my anchor on the end of a leash.