Thursday, September 09, 2010


soooo TBB is at 85 followers only three more to start the 12 Days of Giveaways!

Want a clue as to what Goliath will be giving away? Read today's earlier post....
Well and last week's is a hint as well.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

So Scared of Breaking It

Monday was the first run where I thought Maybe I can't do this, maybe I'm not made to run, maybe 26.2 miles isn't in my cards. I was on the last quarter mile of my longest run in training. I had 15.75 miles under my knees, and I just had to get to the top of the hill. Everything ached, I was so close to finishing and then I realized: You've only gone 16 miles, you'll have 10 more miles to go. Certain death was looming, and all I could focus on was how I would need to push 10 MORE miles on race day. WHATTHEFUDGEARAMA?! zomg.

I can do this. I can do this. I'm already pooping myself. It took everything in my just to do 16-but in retrospect: the headwind was retched (no excuses) and even though the weather was decent the sun was cooking. The front eight miles were smooth, but the back eight really kicked my shins. Maybe there's a correlation between the mileage with and without Goliath? Take a stab at which miles he ran with me. Yah, the front eight. We did a four mile out and back, dropped him off, and then I ran the same out back. Is that my mistake? I was almost to mile 12, when a cyclist rolled up and hollers at me "THIIISSS WIIIND IS AWFUL!" I could barely hear him over my headphones and the gusts beating against my ears.

Enough about my running let's talk about clothes! Who loves clothes?! Me. Well I love running clothes and I thought I'd share what gear I've found successes with so maybe you can too. The following is a visual representation of all my crapola. I'ma do my best to point out to my favorite products, and tell you what hasn't and what has worked.

C9 by Champion Sports Bras found at Target
They retail for like $17 so I have a million. This picture is just from my clean laundry....
When I was a larger cup size I would double up, since they are seamless-but now I only have to wear one because my chesticles have completely eroded. I adore these bras-they are cheap, comfortable and do the dang thing.

Nike Tempo Track Shorts
OH OK-you already knew I loved these? I wear these bad boys year round-short and long runs alike. They retail for $28 but they came in a million different colors, and you can find them at Factory stores for wicked cheap. They take a little getting-used-to because they have built in underwear, and I've heard people complain about riding up. WELL-don't wear underwear with them, that's what causes the riding up and bunching. They danties are built in for a reason, rock them with pride. I've also noticed that these are the new errand-running short, I see girls in these out shopping and stuff-soooo DUAL USE!!

Gnarly Old Cotton T-Shirt
Pick them up at whatever event you're willing to put your blood, sweat and tears into. Cotton isn't the best for long runs, but you bet your bottom dollar I let my sleeved badge of honor soak up every ounce of sweat, even if it will weight 2lbs when I get home. Runners don't get much for running race after race, and often the t-shirt and the bib are the only physical evidence. Obviously wearing a bib around, is silly-but not a t-shirt. Wear them loud. Wear them proud. and Wear them even if you can't wash the smell of BO out of them.

Bowerman Series Nike Shoes
So not all of the above are Nike Bowerman Series shoes, but that's what I've evolved to run in. Who is Bowerman? Well Bill Bowerman is the famous track& field coach behind the Nike Swoosh. He didn't run until college, but he ended up sayin super inspirational things and all that jazz. Well long story short, he wanted a better brand of shoes-better quality-and then many decades later Nike named some high quality running shoes after him. I was told at my local running store, a Bowerman shoe ensures the best quality out of Nike.

Other Things That Aren't Important Enough to Be Photographed:
Scunci Head Wraps-pictured and given away last post
Champion Double Dry Fit Socks-purchased at Costco, I love because each pair has it's own color so you NEVER EVER loser a sock or mismatch them.
Top Paw Nylon Dog Harness-This has changed running for G-Money and Me, he appreciates not being strangled.
Remington Hunting Leash- Long enough to loop around my waist and give him three feet of lead. The color? Fabulous! There are fancy shmancy running leashes with actual belts-but we're too country for that.
GU Energy Gels-I prefer strawberry banana, tastes like candy. Just don't vom it meters from the finish line ala Olathe Marathon ok? Also, don't look at the gel, the fact that it's clear might freak you out. With Gu ALL things are possible.

Total Mileage: 16.0
Time: 2:40:19

Saturday, September 04, 2010


Thanks for everyone who responded, some random number generator picked her!
Becks-shoot me an email with your mailing address and you'll get a sweet set of headbands in 3-5 days.
OH and BEE TEE DUBS the Bosky Blog is at 84 followers, when we get to 88 I'm going to do the 12 days of Giveaways-get it?Because 100-88=12? No. Well pay attention in the next few weeks.

Thursday, September 02, 2010


oh what are they?
You've seen me sporting them, but they are the bestest headbands in the world! No, they aren't super-running-high-tech headbands.
-They are thick
-They are colorful
-They keep the sweat outta my eyes
-and most importantly THEY ARE MACHINE WASHABLE
How do you win?
Just tell me you love, well that AND comment me! Tell me what kinda of head wear you utilize and why you want to give these a try. Winner will be announced Friday, and must be a follower/subscriber-so if you're not you better sign up now!
get to it, you need these.

Monday, August 30, 2010

I Came To Move

After my 14 mile split, I felt totally abused. What happens to you personally when your electrolytes get low? I get whacked. I'm moody, my muscles cramp and I feel hungover. I took it light the next few days, went to my Hatha Flow classes and that was about it. I am actively trying to take care of my muscles and joints, as opposed to my normal routine of abuse and neglect.

A month ago, the KC Marathon was the only race I had in view. Honest? I FREAAAKKKEEED me out so I've been avidly signing up for every 5k I can get my hands on. This includes this weekend's Kansas vs Missouri Rivalry Run 5k. It was definitely a cool idea, basically runners from Kansas and Missouri sign up-each runner gives a point to their state, division winners and overall winners get more points for their state. There is a big rivalry between Kansas and Missouri, so it was fun way to put it to a foundation's benefit.

I had an awesome feeling about this race. I'm trying to get more comfortable with this distance because so far I have not lived up to my potential. Dead set on setting a PR, I anxiously drove to the race which was in the Power and Light District of KC. Well guess what? You need to pay to park in the lot next the race, and somebody had no cash. So I frantically drove around downtown trying to find a free spot. Finally, a mile from the start and nine minutes to gun time I parked. I sprinted to the starting line, which I guess was my warm up. Slurped some GU and that old familiar pang in the gut. There was no time, the anthem was being sung so I pushed to the middle of the pack and BAM! Gun time.

Look at these people! So serious!

I made a rookie mistake of going out to fast from the gun, and within a quarter mile I was tiring out. Before I knew it, I was passing mile one. I peeped down at the 405 and GASP! I ran the first mile in 7:20! Holy Hell! I needed to slow down, and quick-oxymoron huh? Lucky for me, Mile one was at the bottom of a glorious monster of a hill. So clearly no trouble slowing down. Hoo-dogey, we have some hills in Missouri but this one does take the cake-apparently it's the hill that use to weed out people during the KC Marathon, but they have since changed the course.

What goes up must go down, so the downgrade from that scale was a relief and I whirred down it-and by mile two I knew I could pretty much do anything and still set a PR. I took a brief walking break by the water station, and carried on. I'm glad I did because we took a left turn on our last half mile, and DWAM-60degree grade of incline. Who does that?! Who makes the finish on that high of a grade??

Those hill repeats have paid off, and I feel pretty confident saying this but hills are a strength of mine now-I have the butt to prove it. When many of my counterparts were throwing in the towel, I spotted my mom just at the right time-who screamed "HEY GIRL YOU KEEP RUNNING...RUN FASTER!! YOU LOOK GOOD!" God, I love that lady. She's the best.

I finished in 26:30, which is an average pace of 8:33-and sets my 5k PR in a race. Obviously, I can run a lot faster with G-and maybe I'll be able to set a new PR at the Strut your Mut 5k in September. No division win for me, I wasn't even in the top 10-depressing for a PR, but it's all good. Here are my STATS:

bib number: 454
age: 22
gender: F
location: Overland Park, KS
overall place: 119 out of 424
division place: 19 out of 107
gender place: 32 out of 259
time: 26:30
pace: 8:33
Number of Finishers: 424
Number of Females: 259
Number of Males: 165
Average Time: 30:57

I came home and ran Goliath on his very own 5k, so I got a total of six miles in for the day-not counting the mile to and from my car

Total Mileage: 6.06

Time: 54:35.42

Thursday, August 26, 2010

All The Gold

Last night I had a dream that I ran a 5k in under seventeen minutes. I placed first, and it was magical-but no one cared. Not even my mom. Thanks Mom! While, I know this will likely never happen at least I can dream, literally. What does it mean when you are actually eating, sleeping and dreaming running?

Sundays are for long runs aren't they? Well I thought so-but I keep pushing it back so this week my long run fell on Tuesday. Odd I know. I had what I thought was ample time before work on Tuesday to squeeze in fourteen miles. You can't really squeeze in fourteen miles can you? Ideally I should be able to complete that in under two and half hours-but when you run with a dog you kinda gotta plan for some variable stops.

I wasted too much time drinking coffee, so much so that my "ample" time four fourteen became "ample" time for half of that. So I set out for seven, with the idea that I'll run the remaining after work. By mile two, I quickly realized that I hardly have time for five. We weren't running at a snail's pace or anything-but Goliath had a few detours that he decided we MUST make-including a little play time with a boxer named Barron.

Once that five was complete, I felt refreshed and ready to conquer my work load. Eight hours later, I came home and without hesitation strapped up the nikes. Goliath was well rested, so even though fourteen miles might be pushing it-I took him with.

We took it easy, I know the point of long runs is to build endurance not speed. So 'twas a nice jaunt through the woods and over the hills and back. I usually run in the mornings, so one thing I came to know is that after 5pm my trail is cyclist central. Yes, MY trail. I'm all for sharing the pavement, but it's a little irksome when someone clearly doesn't know trail protocol or gets huffy with me. I'm always apologetic if I impede someone's workout, but that's only ever happened once. So when people act like our running duo is a hindrance, I can't help but laugh. Really? Our six legs bother you? In case you forgot you have a pulley system attached to WHEELS to cover your mileage. Give us a break. Don't get me wrong, nothing against people who cycle-good for you, it's an excellent work out-but please don't act like bike/hike trails are just BIKE trails.

OMG SO GROSS! I will never be wearing this clothing combo again, muffin top by leash!

The weather was phenomenal! ARGH! I can't wait until fall and not just because I'm running a marathon! We clocked our fourteen miles total for the day,but I feel cheapened since it was in one solid session. Split sessions by definition are misery. I came home feeling like absolute garbage. My legs were cramping, I was extremely tired and nauseated. Interested parties believe my electrolytes were way off, so I'm going to be drinking for gatorade. It took me about 24 hours to fully recovery from that abuse, but I'm glad I got it under my belt.

Total Mileage: 14.01
Times: 2:11:23

Monday, August 23, 2010

Wag Your Tail

Huge thanks to my good friends who always have my back!

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Ridin' Solo

So I had this giftcard to this place with all this stuff for this thing called running. This place is called Gary Gribble's Running Sports. This place is second to none in my area for all things running. It's a scary place for me, I can drop three stacks in a minute on things that I "need," for my nest run. I will convince myself it's imperative to my success and splurge-so I have to have a really good reason to go in there. Like a gift card!

With no real needs, I mosied on up to the store and crossed the threshold into Running Nirvana. Upon my entry, a clerk asked me: "Picking up your packet?" Packet? Why no...but...why YES, I am picking up my packet. Packet for what...I dunno, Yes, I will be getting that! I walked to the Race Day packet table and said "Uhm, let's sign me up" and the two ladies clapped and said "Oh good!!" Their applause made me a little smug, like Yeah, you know you want me in your race. They got all my information, handed me a bag full of race materials and I walked away. Then it hit me-what did I just sign up for? I turned around and questioned "Don't laugh far is this race?" A brief moment of fear struck my gut, what if I just signed up for one of those crazy 50k trail runs in Wyandot Park.

"It's a 5k in corporate woods!"
"Oh thank God! Thanks! See you tomorrow I guess!!"

Being impulsive gets me in trouble sometimes, but I had a five mile scheduled anyway. Corporate woods is exactly a mile away from me so I figured I'd run to the race (1 mile), run the race (3.1 miles) and run home (1 mile) which equals *drum roll* 5 MILES! Shocking! I figured it'd just be a way to get some miles in, not take the race super seriously and get another 5k under my belt. The morning came around, I jogged up to the start and BAM! Gun Time!

It was a quick 5k through Corporate Woods, ala The Gobbler Grind. The course was really familiar to me since I do train there every day. That being the case I kinda felt like maybe I should try and set a PR. I cranked up the ipod, and pushed. I burnt out a little by mile 2 and slowed from a 7:55/mi to 9:48/mi. I was NOT enjoying the run pushing that hard, so I settled into a more natural pace and finished strong.

I stuck around and watched most of the finishers cross the line. As I was stretching out my hammies, a girl about my age walked up and said "Hey! Good race! I tried to keep up with you the whole time!!" I was so flattered, like what? Me? Really?! I told her she should have smacked me out of my zone, and told me-that I would have loved to pace with her. Maybe next race? Sweet! You're not invisible at races, who knew?

The results were posted, I was satisfied: 64th overall and 7th in my division. I snagged a bagel and ran home with it in my mouth:

Why is my shirt DUDES only?! Lame!

By the time I had showered, changed and eaten there was an email in my inbox:

Congratulations on finishing the A Chance For Children 2010
on August 21, 2010. For your records, the weather that day was
clear sunny 90 deg day.
There were 19 finishers in the Female 20 to 24 age group and
245 finishers in the race.
Your overall finish place was 64 and your age group
finish place was 4
. Your overall finish percentile was 26 while your age
group percentile was 21. Your time of 28:38.6 gave you a 9:14 pace per mile.

I'll take FOURTH! Wooo!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Make Me a Rainbow

Want to know a secret? I love food. Oh you knew that? Well then aren't you just a super sleuth. If you hadn't discerned this about me, you either a) just subscribed this morning or b) don't read. My relationship with food can be described as lusty and tumultuous. We've been long distance, we've moved in together too soon, we've broken up a few times and don't tell my mom-but me and food go all the way. That's a metaphor, sicko-gawd. You don't gain 40 pounds in three months by having a fair-weather relationship with food.

Growing up I developed a warped idea of how to eat from my dad. He cheered me on when I downed a Big Mac in record time or ordered a "man-sized" meal. No, this post isn't about daddy issues-so please keep reading. My mom never bought junk food and we never had soda in the house. In my little environment at home, I was healthy but wherever else I'd go berserk. At a friend's house I'd got nutty over a nutter butter or eating out it'd be three courses. Truth be told, I didn't know how to behave around things like sweets. They made me hulk out. JULIA MUST EAT ALL CHOCOLATE NOW!

It pleases me to know that over the last two years, I've made dramatic changes in my approach to food. I no longer boast my ability to clean plates. I no longer eat in closets. As hackneyed as it is, my relationship with food grew up. This maturation didn't occur over night. I said TWO YEARS. In this period, I've learned how to moderate and how to indulge without guilt.

Yesterday at work I sat with my coworkers at a potluck with a plate full of broccoli and spin-dip and a sole piece of cake. Old school Julia would have had no shame going back for thirds and fourths, and probably a second piece of cake. By no means are spin-dip and cake health foods but it's certainly better than the alternative. I was more excited about the lunch I brought than all the other options sitting a few feet away.

No, I was never morbidly obese. But I was the girl who joked about the crazies who ran marathons but sobbed when I couldn't fit my size twelve jeans up my thighs. I, Julia, have changed and I love it.

Why this post? Why all the self-reflection? The Bosky Blog has been getting a few emails here and there and while most of them deal with running and training specific questions, a good deal of them ask me: WHAT DO YOU EAT?! For your viewing pleasure, he's a diagram of my fridge:


It's pretty clear where I shop: Costco and the Farmer's Market. I eat organic when possible and keep as Gluten Free as possible. I LOVE FOOD, just in a different more stable-married-for 50 years kinda way.

Today's Mileage: 7.04
Time: 1:02:55

Monday, August 16, 2010

A Cryin' Shame

Am I nuts? You guys can tell honest, I'm nuts right? Only clinically crazy people think they can go out and run 16 miles without having ran anymore more than six in the last three weeks...right? I'm pretty sure attempting that makes me eligible for commitment, because I sure did attempt that. AND I sure did not accomplish that.

I'm well aware that I've been sleep deprived, not properly fueling, just got new shoes-oh and haven't really been training....but what the heck? I had the day off, so I figured I had all day to get in sixteen miles and I told myself that I'd get every inch in even if it took six hours. Well, I did get quite a few inches in...just not 1,013,760 inches.

Goliath and I ran three miles out, and I could tell he was pretty tired. After a long weekend of running and the dog park, I figured he could sit this one out. So I ran him back home, and by the last half mile I was leading him. I dropped him off, and with ten more miles to run I turned right back around and ran the same course.

This bush now property of Goliath

By that same three mile mark, I was spent. Like WAY done. I was ready to collapse, and my legs felt like monoliths. By this time, I had completely dried up. My body had stopped sweating so long ago, that my clothes had time to dry. Not a good sign. Just a short time earlier, I was standing in my living room soaked in sweat. Generally, this is the first sign of dehydration. Apparently, all the water along the way wasn't enough. I did a jog/walk/crawl combo home. This was a wall I needed to hit, so I can learn from it.

Way back when I played softball in grade school, I became seriously dehydrated after a tournament and spent the next two days vomiting my brains out. Therefore, dehydration scares the patootie outta yours truly. I drink water like I get paid by the ounce, and so for me to experience this was slightly confusing. Until it was brought to my attention that a) it was hot, and I needed to be drinking twice as much as I'm use to and b) I also need to be replenishing electrolytes. The conclusion? Invest in either salt packets, more GU (which I run with on the reg) and some gatorade.

The rest of the day was spent in self loathing and disappointment so naturally I took my main-man to his favorite store to splurge. Goliath loves retail therapy. He prefers the treats at PetSmart but we went to PetCo, because I had a coupon. This dog has made me world's biggest sucker. My theory is this: he's only with me for such a short period of time and he's absolutely changed my life, and made me the happiest person-so why shouldn't I give him everything in my power to give him a plushy-treat-toy-filled life? I AM that crazy lady who talks to her dog, and let's him pick out his toys, even if I know he'll destroy in in 0.5 seconds. Hey, it might be $20 but he'll get solid minute or two of disemboweling joy and to me that joy is absolutely priceless.

What has been your biggest mistake during training, and how have you gotten over it mentally?

Total Mileage: 12.0
Time: 2:17.23

Saturday, August 14, 2010

If I Die Young

It will be because of stress, and said stress making me push myself too hard during a run. Obviously, things haven't been going my way and my training has been kinda wayward. I run when I can, and when I can isn't very often. So my lack of updating is due to my lack of real training. Not that I'm not running I'm just not really training. I'm still running, but more for my sanity and more like "Oh Ok I have twenty minutes lets get two miles in and head to work stinky."

In the last two weeks, I have worked nearly 200 hours. No lie. Two jobs, and one coming to an end really took a toll on me: mentally, physically and emotionally. My head and my heart are in a million different directions, and my to-do lists have escalated and when I sit down to accomplish something I'm ignoring something else that has equal priority. Like right now? I smell so bad. I need a shower, clean and do laundry-my poor husband wore his swim trunks out last night. HE could easily do the laundry but it still made me feel guilty.

When push comes to shove, me and my family priorities fall by the wayside and everything else comes first. It's just a huge character flaw. THIS NEEDS TO CHANGE. So I did. I resigned from a position, and had my last day yesterday. It was so bittersweet, and I cried my whole way home. It's hard for me to be the one to "give up" or "quit" especially on such a personal employment and commitment. But the bottom line is this: if I didn't stop this commitment my other commitments would ultimately terminate because of my lack of focus.

I know this post doesn't seem to be directly about running, or marathoning or being a dog-mom-but it is. Indirectly. Whatever it is you commit to do, you really have to have to confidence and desire to put 100% and sometimes even 70% will get you there-but if you commit to five things how do you give 100% or even 70%? You can't. Exerting yourself 20% gets mediocre results.

Ya'll know how I feel about mediocrity.

I finally feel like I'm getting caught up on sleep, and laid around this morning until about 10. Golaith whined all morning, and I had no reason not to run this morning. After a week of ignoring my 5am alarms to run-I finally laced up and press start on the 405.

As hot as it has been, it was VERY decent outside. Very decent? That makes no sense, but I think 86 degrees with 70% humidity and the heat index at 93degrees calls for "very decent."
Goliath and I had an awesome 10k run. I stopped frequently to let him drink, and cool off-so don't call me negligent. We have a need to feel that thunder, so we pushed 9s and then a negative splits of 8s. Amazing run, and I don't think I've been this sweaty in weeks. Heat exhaustion tried to set in, I felt myself getting chills around mile 5-so I took out the headphones to pay closer attention to my body, eased up and ultimately finished strong.

On a run like this, I know DOMS will arrive sooner than later so I'm off to spend a solid half hour on my foam roller.

Mileage: 10k
Time: 50:02.15

Thursday, August 12, 2010


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That's how I feel right now.

That's how the last two weeks have been.

There's your update!

Come tomorrow, things will be different.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Gotta Let Go

I did it. I put aside the fear, and got up and ran this morning. AANNNND I was *this* close to not. Yes, I legit almost put it off another day. It really had been a full week since I last ran, so the fear of sucking was added to my health concerns. We've discussed this before, you know? That sinking rock in your gut telling you how hard it's going to be when you start again. Knowing that you won't be able to be as good as you were, even it was only one week. Fitness takes months to build, and days to lose.

When you miss a day of training, it's no big deal to jump right back and start where you left off. But what do you do when you miss a full week, including a long run? There's debate on what's beneficial and let's face it, practical. Do you attempt to make up mileage, so your weekly mileage isn't touched? Do you just dive in, as if you haven't missed the last vital work outs? Whatever you should do, I made my decision on what I knew I could handle. Four miles. Which also happens to be in line with today's scheduled run anyway. So win-win? Maybe.

Really, I don't have any weeks to spare with training so missing one Not even kinda, it just does. I don't have time to worry about things, and I don't have time to stress the miles. I only have time to get it done, and not think about it.

So I got it done. Goliath and I ran four, a 2x2-and he wanted to dilly-dally in the creek, and chase squirrels, but not today. We forged two miles out, and we forged two miles back. It was almost like I need to proved to myself that I could still run, and well prove to everyone on the trail too. There are days, that I still feel like that chubby girl trying to lose weight and I wonder if that's what people see me as. Does it even matter, Julia? Does it even matter? No, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about it.

I guess in a lot of ways I am still the chubby girl trying to lose weight if I continue to doubt myself as much as I did this week.

Total Mileage: 4.0
Time: 38:09

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Out of Gas

Last week was a recovery week during training, so my mileage dropped to an absolutely minimum.

Halfway through the week, I noticed a lymph node that had been slightly swollen seemed to almost quadruple in size. I was asymptomatic and had no other implications of viral infections.

Nervous, I backed off running for one day to see if that would help. Perhaps the heat, sweat, etc etc were agitating it.

After six days, I finally went to the doctor and had some tests done.

I've got the green light to run, but I can't seem to shake a feeling of fear.

I hate having a burden of knowledge, and I hate constantly checking myself right now.

I have skipped two more runs since being okayed to run.

I need to run.

I need to run.

Friday, July 23, 2010

When It All Goes to Hell

The best runs can turn into your worst runs. I read recently in Runner's World that when you start to get better at running, you have more bad runs than not. Theoretically, this makes sense to me. When you start out running, it seems like you'll never be able to run a mile without walking and that averaging fifteen minutes a mile is something to be proud of. Once you are able to comfortably run a mile, you move on. You build stamina, muscle strength and a lactate threshold. Then a year later, you can average 9 min/miles for 10 miles.

But just because you can do something, doesn't mean you always should. AND just because you've done something once, doesn't mean you can always repeat it as often as you'd like. As a runner, I think it's hard to recognize progress. Forward progress is usually measured in seconds, and much like losing weight, initially the first few minutes come off pretty easily but the last few seconds can take years to lose. In a year, you can go from average 15 min/miles to 8:30s if you so choose, but if you want to go from 8:30s to 8:00s get ready for a long tumultuous journey down frustration path.

There are so many metaphors that come to mind, when trying to articulate this point but that is erroneous. I bring this all up because, much like many of my counterparts, I put an inordinate amount of pressure on myself to improve. Training is my time to do so, and I put a lot of emphasis on my long runs. Which, hey-I know can be detrimental-but it's what I do, so sue me.

Sunday, Goliath and I set out for twelve. Eek. Very proud of myself, I woke up early enough and fueled. All my long runs are suppose to be at 10:04/mile pace, but I see that and go pfffft that's so Julia2008 and shoot to push 9:00s. At our split, I felt fantastic. WOOOHOO Just ran six in 46! Then I made a mistake, I sat down on a bench. Took out my iphone, snapped a few pictures-where else do you think the pictures come from? When my two minutes were up, I went to move but neither of us wanted to go anywhere. I gave myself another two minutes, and before I knew it I'd been sitting on that bench long enough for someone to have run a mile.

Begrudgingly, I got up. Shook out my hammies and started out. Each half mile, I stopped. Evaluated. Walked a little and checked my pulse, and pace. For the run in me, I could not break this cycle. Finally, I started saying Okay, just run to the end of this song then you can walk so I would, and a new song would start and I'd say the same thing. Finally, about mile eight I got my groove back. I think I was a little intimidated by the mileage, I KNEW I could run six but double that? Meh...

Well, Stella got her groove-but someone didn't get the memo. Goliath and were trucking along, and we were about half a mile away from a water fountain when SPLAT! Someboddddy decided he wanted to play in the creek, and kinda forgot he was attached to me. Goliath jolted into the creek to my right, and I slipped down an embankment of mud and kerplunked flat on my back. ouch to the ego and to the back.

I swear I wear other shorts...these are just my fav.
So Yeah, I was soaking wet and covered in clay-like mud and boy was it AWESOME. My shoes were full, and it looked as if I had poopied myself. We jogged to the water fountain where I rinsed off my hands and ringed out my shirt. I splashed water on my face, but that seemed redundant. There really is no moral to this story, except that if you join your dog to be four-legged running machine make sure they remember that at all times.

Total Mileage: 12.05
Times: 2:27.33

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Rock the Crossroads 5k Recap

Welp, I ran a 5k on Saturday. The heat index was 109+ and it was an inaugural race.

Rock the Crossroads 5k is a course through the crossroads art district in KC, which is downtown. So lots of asphalt and buildings with glass reflecting heat. It was just hot. Record breaking hot. Did I mention it was hot?

Determined to place in my age group, and perhaps set a PR I took off rather quickly. They had pace group signs, but they disappeared before guntime. Regardless, I had my garmin so I could pace myself. So I take off and I'm pushing myself really hard and MAYBE one minute in I think to myself Wow, can't do this race, stop now. Something in my head just went, nope not gonna do it. I wasn't even a mile in-so yes, this will be a story about the little runner girl who could, but didn't want to.

Finally, mile one came around and I felt like I had been running a lot faster-but alas it was 8:47 minutes in. The mile marker was on a corner, at which we turned right. So this big gob of runners take a sharp right and there lies a half mile long hill. Not even exaggerating more than 75% of the runners at my pace or better were picked off by this baby. They stopped to walk, but yes I did keep going.

Yay, cliches! I just told myself I really wasn't allowed to quit and that what goes up must go down. At the top of the hill was the only water station for the course, and the line for water was line. My ego drove me right on by, thinking maybe my counterparts would stop and this could give me a leg up. After, all there was only a mile and half left-water could wait. The rest of the course took us through the Power and Light District, where bar goers and patrons gazed with confusion.

There were timers at each mile and I knew even with me being the last person to cross the start pads, there was no way I'd be setting a PR or even placing in my age group. When that realization set in, the pressure came off-but unfortunately by that time I only have 0.1 left and the finish line was in sight. So I turned it out, passed a few people in the last few hundred meters and finished.

I waited for my buddies to finish, and we entered the after party. Free beer! YAY! I knew I'd regret it Sunday, but it was cold and I was hot. We sat around and cooled off as much as we could, drank my brew and headed to get some frozen yogurt. It was a good time despite the blistering sauna of a course. I ended up placing 9th.

Mileage: 5k, 3.1 miles
Time: 27:20 (boo :( )

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Higher and Higher

Julia's Do's and Don'ts for Hill Repeats
  • Don't run hill repeats when the heat index is 109 degrees
  • Do pick a hill that is at least quarter to half a mile long. If you need to run seven miles of hill repeats, you probably don't want to be running up and down the same hill 42 times.
  • Don't expect to run hill repeats at your 5k pace, take it slow-this isn't a work up to build speed, it's about strength
  • Do take water
  • Don't be afraid to walk, even if it's just downhill
  • Don't pick a hill with heavy construction, traffic and newly laid tar-you'll likely induce an environmental asthma attack with a SUV full of frat boys watching
  • Do pick a decent grade of hill, but not one that you need ropes and pulleys to climb
  • Don't think people watching are even remotely keyed in to what you're doing, so when you stop at the bottom to turn around and go back up don't worry about if anyone saw you and thought "What a slacker, they just stopped their run"
  • Do trick someone into doing this workout with you
  • Don't expect to run 5 miles of hill repeats on your first time
  • Do invest in a foam roller, and take extra good care of your muscles after
  • Don't pay any mind to your pace, or overall time
Got any tips of your own? Post them!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Just Wastin' Time

I don't particularly mean to be such a lazy blogger, I swear. Once a week updates are pretty turdariffic. If I had the time to write a post immediately after each run, I swear I would. Unfortunately, unlike when I originally started blogging, I no longer have the time. When the Bosky Blog was conceived, it was thought that the purpose would be a running log: to track mileage, progress and my races. I never thought I'd have 75+ followers and I never thought that when I start migrating rambling running thoughts into run-on sentences that I'd actually discover things about myself.

Finding the time to log five miles proves to be difficult lately, which isn't cool since I'm-ya know-training for a trucking marathon. So you can put 2 and 2 together: if I can hardly squeeze in a five miler, it's probably even more difficult to figure out how to write about the fiver. Yeah Julia, we get it. Running is hard. Blogging is time consuming. Life is soooo hard. Wah wah.

Well, I've been writing this post for like twenty minutes. Why? Because I have nothing to say. I was just tired of see these photos in my "Edit Posts" list. See, I have good intentions. I take a ton of photos for the blog, and then I upload them to the blog that day. Then I let the pictures dictate the post, unfortunately as of late more pictures have been falling on the editing room floor if you will. Not enough is getting written. So I will work on that.

This week look forward to: A 5k Recap, a How to on Hill Repeats, Long Run Recap and the completion of the blog roll!!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

All the Courage You Have Left

Two weeks complete. Roughly eleven more to go. Now, that I'm officially training for the KC W&R, I gotta say I feel like a total bad ass. I know I'm a pretty decent runner these days, and I know I've come a looooonnng way-but following a training schedule makes me seem so official. I am running with a purpose now. Clearly all my half marathons were self-derived and Goliath inspired running plans. I went off some Internet acquired know-how, basic running principles and a dog's energy. Obviously, not the best strategy but it worked-but I don't think it will be get satisfactory results for 26.2 miles.

My second super-official-marathon-training-long-run, we shall call these SOMTLR from now on, was this Sunday passed. I slept in, WOAH major surprise there, and ended up pushing the run back into the afternoon. Luckily it was raining, again. Mother Nature knows I run better in the rain. There's something about my playlist, being with Goliath on a muddy trail and just putting my heart into a run that makes me feel like an epic Nike commercial. The song "Shots" by LMFAO is like the most annoying song, unless I'm running. It's perfect for my cadence, and regardless of the lyrics it makes me move.

Maybe I rely too much on my ipod. Sure, I'd love to be some crunchy granola runner with no shoes and natural deodorant, but the reality is that I'm not. Running is easier if I can put a soundtrack to it, and sorry but I run for so many reasons and none of them include adding stress to my life. A bad run stresses me out, it puts pressure on my next run and fills me with self doubt. Logging nine miles in one day is not second nature to me, but getting lost in some fun Bieber on mile six definitely makes it feel like it is.

By our split, Colbie Caillat was calming down my playlist. I put songs like her's on there, because I unintentionally slow down. Sometimes I need that reminder, sometimes I don't but on this run it came just at the right time. I let my heart rate recover to 60%, stretched and allowed Goliath to explore the banks. By that time, the clouds had cleared and the sun was evaporating all the fallen rain. Steam was coming off the trail's pavement, and that's when my power song came on.

I have a special relationship with "All the Above" by Maino, and admittedly when I think about how motivating it has been to me and all the races and runs it's pushed me through, I get overwhelmed emotionally. So no, I've never been shot or spent hard time in prison-but I can relate to songs, running wise I guess. It's a song about struggle. I struggle on even my easiest runs. It's a struggle for me to put my shoes on most days, let alone spend the upside of an afternoon running. I struggle just to break into the middle of the pack. So, what's up Maino-I struggle too and thank you for making me a better runner.

We pushed nine that day. We spent the rest of the day recovery couchside with ice.

Total Mileage: 9.05