Saturday, September 18, 2010

That Grind Don't Stop

I get really emotional. I can grit though the toughest stuff but when it comes to things like change, and accomplishing things: I get wicked emotional. The last few days I have been completely wrought with anxiety....and overwhelmed with feelings. I just have a lot of feelings. A few months ago, I signed up for the Kansas City Runner's Edge group training run for the KC Marathon. It's not a big training group, it's just a run they organize for anyone training to help them with the longest run during training.

Knowing me, and my flakiness-I signed up so I would have no excuses to not get 20 miles under my belt. Little did I know, that this farting run would cause me more anxiety than the actual race. For SOME reason, I couldn't help but freak out that maybe my training wasn't where it needed to be do this distance and that I was going to totally embarrass myself. My training style for this marathon has been pretty unorthodox, and honestly I haven't stuck much to a rigid plans as I have just gotten out there and followed a 10% build up each week. Every run for me is a fartlek, and every run I struggle to figure out what I need to do albeit hydrating, fueling, and gear. So for someone who still is trying to figure out their rhythm, showing up to a group run with other runners who've been training (and probably more consistently) was a little intimidating.

Admittedly, my nerves got the best of me before I even walked in the door. My drive there I turned up my 5k play list CD, and tried to just relax. Then that stupid Inida Arie song lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt like I had to cry-but I couldn't cry because I was so nervous-but I was so nervous I wanted to cry-and then I got angry. KNOCK IT OFF. I don't know why I allow myself to be consumed with self doubt, and wrapped up in minutia like what people might think. God forbid, someone laughs at my gait. I quickly changed the song, to "Let's Go" and tried to get amped. As I pulled into my parking spot, I saw other runners all geared up walking into the shopping center to get their wrist bands.

Sure enough, the demographics were exactly what I feared. Guess what my first thought was? Dannnngggit, you're the fattest person here. ACK, everyone was super lean and super toned and looked super fast. I took a deep breath, and got out of my car. I felt like everyone was staring at me, haha look at the noob, as I walked in and got my wrist band. Thankfully, I planned on meeting up with two guys from the marathon's facebook. They both found me, and distracted me from being a big ball of nerves. One of which, Scott, talked me into this didn't run because of an injury-but just came for moral support, he knew a bunch of people there and introduced me to a few. Then Eric, who I talked into running this. Eric and I had decided to stick together, thick and thin-running and walking.

At 6:30 everyone lined up with a pace group, much like a race. My group kinda huddled around our pacer, Lynette. We shot the poop while we waited for a time to be called. Since this wasn't a race, they were really strict about not wearing ipods. Ya'll know me and my obsession with my ipod, so here I am: longest run of my life, with essentially strangers, and no ipod. I was seriously struggling to not shut down from nerves, so I pushed myself to talk to people. Once I got to talking and introducing myself, I kinda started feeling more like myself. It didn't even take me a mile to realize, everyone there was just as unsure, if not terrified as I was.
The organizers did a wonderful job, and the pacers were amazing. There were water and fuel stations every 2 miles, the pacer answered all your questions and everyone was just rocking and rolling. Our whole group was really chatty, and I hate chatting-but there I was just kinda running my mouth about anything and everything to whoever would listen. We talked about how we got into running, our jobs, our family, TV and movies, stuff in Kansas City, other races we've ran, fueling and nutrition-basically everything. Other than the fact that I had to pee wicked bad, I didn't realize I was even running. Before I knew it, we were at the 10 mile mark. Say what? I didn't even feel like I had ran ten miles.
Everyone had the option of turning back, and running the route for the desired distance-with the maximum distance option being 22 miles. I had talked Eric into pushing 20 miles, even though he only intended on running 18 per his schedule. Selfishly, I begged him to go 20 and I am ever so thankful he agreed. At mile 10, we found out our pacer wouldn't be splitting back to complete the back mileage. Most of our group went on to run another mile before turning around, but Eric and I split of at 10.
Without a gaggle of runners, we just kinda paced our way back and took it really easy. The front ten miles were pretty thick with runners and other groups, but the back ten we'd go for a mile without seeing fellow trainees. As the mileage increased on our garmins, it got progressively harder to put one foot in front of the other. By mile 16 we were both ready to call it and Eric said he was considering walking the final two miles. I didn't mean to get all cliche and motivationally hackneyed on him, but I was like "Buddy, you don't want to regret this later. You know later this afternoon you're gonna kick yourself in the butt for not pushing those last two miles!" He agreed and we kept trucking.
My mom drove by and honked us a serenade of encouragement. We ran through our last aid station, and then it clicked that we were almost done. HOLY CRAP....eighteen miles are finished, two more to go. My legs felt like bricks, but I was on top of the world. Those last two miles, were sooo smooth. Dare I say, smoother than the first anxiety-ful firs two??! With a half a mile left, we ran into this guy...

This is Moose, and 11 Month Boxer.
We both HAD to stop and pet him, being that we a) both love dogs and b) really love Boxers. Eric has a boxer name Daly, who also is tattooed on his arm-that's love. And well, you all know the boxer in my life. Moose had enough energy for the both of us, he showed us how he can sit and shake-and we could tell just from a distance he was a fun dog.
Moose shook us on our way, and before we knew it the shopping center from where we started was in view. It was surreal, had we really just logged 20 miles? Like TWO-ZERO. It felt like TWO. We finished really strong, and even felt like we could do more. Walking into the shopping area, the air conditioning was shocking. We high fived and were just generally elated. Walking to the area where we checked in, we strolled by a huge wall of mirrors. I glanced over my shoulder and said "Yeah,we looked like we just ran 20 miles!" and snapped this...

we killed it.
That's right. I ran 20 miles, and it felt second nature. No one made fun of me. I enjoyed myself. I will be back next year, and I guess this means I'm officially trained to run the KC Marathon. Oh and this is how I recover:
Total Mileage: 20
pssssttttt...12DoGA: GU Winner is Kate Smith! Kate email me your address, and the GU is yours! Thanks for your support! Part Two of 12DoGA coming to a blogpost near you soon.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Oh My Gosh

So maybe my dehydration issue is really a sweating issue. I sweat. I sweat A LOT. I can't say that I'm noticing that I'm sweating more than usual, or more than in past years-but lawd alllmighty, I am just noticing HOW MUCH I sweat. Growing up I was always told in basketball practice that "Healthy people sweat...if you're sweating you're healthy," so follow me on this:
If sweat = health, then lots of sweat = lots of healthy? RIGHT??! Then why is it then after I sweat a lot, I feel like garbage and not so healthy. The way I feel sometimes makes me worry that I'm not healthy. Then I remember, Oh yeah that little adage about sweat was said by my grade school basketball coach who owned a Planet Sub and was not a health professional. So perhaps, not words for me to live my life by.

try to guess where my sports bra is?

You would think I ran for hours, but nope that was a 3 mile run this morning. Come on, that's excessive isn't it? I wasn't even pushing myself. I was drenched, it's weird when you can feel your knees sweating.

Well, do you like to sweat? How much? Do you sweat over blog giveaways? What if it's part of the 12 Days of Give-Aways? I'm trying to be sneaky about this, because for the most part I want these freebies to be a THANK YOU to my subscribers, not an encouragement for more. So during the 12 Days of Give-Aways there will be no rules for linking or promoting TBB, it's going to be all about YOU, YES-YOU! During the 12DoGA, that's the code name bee tee dubz, give aways will be posted randomly, and at anytime-each will have it's own way of winning, or earning-and for some everyone wins. The only guarantees are: there will be 12 upcoming giveaways, and they are all things I love and want you to experience. Some will be small, and yeah-some are gonna be pretty fudgin' huge-oh maybe 13.1 huge, if you catch my drift?

Speaking of 13.1, how would you like enough GU to run a half marathon?
Email me your name, and an upcoming race that you'll need them for to be selected!
I will send 5 Strawberry Banana GU Gels to the lucky athlete, who will be selected at random!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

All I Do Is Win awards! Woot!

Thanks to Melissa and Kate for tag-teaming TBB for the, uhm "Sweet Friends" Blog Award. Is that what it's called? Well that's what I'm calling it. The catch is you have to read ten things I like, but then maybz you're one of the ten people tagged-so win-win?
  1. SLEEP
  2. FOOD
  3. RUN
  4. ICE
  5. RACE
  6. SUGAR
  8. JOB
  10. FAMILY

I tag thee...
  1. Katie @ The Good Ole Daze
  2. Megan @ The Shenanigans of Megan and Liz
  3. Ash @ Ash&Diz
  4. Holly @ The Couch Potato Athlete
  5. Jami Jo @ Jami Jo is Taking Girth Control
  6. Lauren @ Lauren Grows Up
  7. Andrea @ My Life on the A List
  8. Emily @ Tipping the Scale
  9. Jennifer @ Living a Changed Life
  10. Stephanie @ Running to Health

No Control of My Body

Obviously, I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately. As the W&R Marathon approaches, I can't help but be pensive about the mileage that has gotten me here. The problem is: thinking about what you have done doesn't really help you get what you need to do...done?

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.

On Saturday, I had my first month lifetime weigh in and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with Goliath. We tripped to the dog park, and pretty much just maxed in bed 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.

Not even kidding, I spent all day Saturday....and well most of Sunday with the G-Dog. We did some running Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. For the most part, my body has been completely cooperative but recently old injuries and problems have been surfacing. My stress fracture sites are flaring up, my toenails are on the brink and I am trying the find a balance in over and under hydrating.

goofball tried to lick my ear

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.

Something just isn't right, I can't pinpoint it but mark my words I will get to the bottom of it because I can't handle how I felt, and feel now. Maybe I just need to get back in bed.

Today's Mileage: 5.2
Time: 47:36

12 DAY of GIVEAWAYS UPDATE: OK faithful followers, the time has arrived! I can't believe we got so many subscribers over the weekend! Thanks! Be on the look out, the 12 days of giveaways will be starting any day, any moment-and be ready, you're gonna want this stuff!! I've got a full page of things to give away including...hah, sike-no clues, pay attention!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

I'm Going to Love You Forever

Disclaimer: This is perhaps world's longest post ever. The following is our story, I just published it under "About Us" and wanted to share for everyone. I'm frequently asked how I got started running, and why-well here it is. Buckle Up.

HELLOOO! I'm Julia and that little fawn pup is Goliath. Our story is short, sweet and a never ending love song.

Once upon a time, I was a newly married 20-something struggling, just struggling. Stress took the best of me, and I spent many nights in tears overwhelmed with responsibilities and obligations. In a 6 month period, I ate myself 30lbs heavier. In December of 2008, my exhaustion reached epic proportions. At my family doctor I stepped on a scale prior to my consultation where I for sure thought I'd get a death prognosis. The scale read a number I couldn't even fathom, I didn't even recognize and worse, I didn't even expect. The nurse vociferated it to me and it echoed high into my cerebellum. My opinions wavered, and tears swelled: Was it worse that I had absolutely no idea I gained this much weight? or Was it worse that my first thought was Wow, You're FAT.

It's no surprise that I have no pictures of me during this time. I didn't even look at myself enough to notice. The Saturday following the doctor's visit, I enrolled and attended Weight Watchers. I have never been a dieter-for-skinny-jeanser, or exerciser-for-funner so this was really novel to me. Sure, I dabbled with trying to get healthy in the past but I never felt a strong need anytime I'd start I never truly felt there was anything wrong with me. Maybe, I was a little chubby but I never felt fat until this time. My first meeting adjourned and I set forth on a new mission with new guidelines. On my first day, I ate Church's Chicken and Pizza Hutt. In my first week, I didn't realize fruit had points. But in my first month, I had lost five whole pounds.

This was 5lbs lighter, and the closest picture I have to my starting weight.

Five whole pounds. You may scoff, but to me this was huge. I'd never successfully lost weight. The night after I received the most important sticker to date, I laid in bed looking at pictures of puppies on CraigsList and semi-joking with my husband. I desperately wanted a dog, and the better half was adamant that we couldn't take care of one. I was going through the postings reading off the dogs available for rehoming, "Babe! Look beagle-terrier mix!" "Ooohhh rottie mix!" He'd laugh at all of them until I said "...dude check this out, Boxer-Husky mix," the combination perked his interest, he turned from his desk chair with an eyebrow raised: "Boxer Husky?"
"Yes! Boxer-Husky this guy has a whole litter. I guess he's a breeder of boxers and his Husky knocked up his female"
"Yeah! Can we?!? PLEASE?!"
"Julia...." and in his last attempt to divert he said "But what would we name it?" as if that would stop me. I tossed out names off the top of me head:
"Banjo?" "No."
"Duke?" "No."
"Warrior?" "No"
"....Goliath?" He turned around again and said "Well I guess email the guy and see if they are still available?"

The email was already sent. A reply came within minutes, yes the pups are available and the only male has had no interest. I replied with "The male is mine, we'll be out there tomorrow"

The husband and I drove over an hour outside of the city into winding back roads. Fear stricken the whole time, I was a getting a puppy and I was going to be largely responsibly for it. What if he didn't like me? What if i was a unfit furmom? We got there and were greeted by the accidental breeder who introduced us to the Mom Dog, and then Dad Dog-both were beautiful, well demeanored dogs. He excused himself to fetch our new addition, and a few short minutes he returned and handed me a 5lb hand warmer. The little pup fidgeted in my embrace, and I set him down to watch him interact with his mom. He clumsily pranced after her, and was desperate for her attention. When he ignored him, he stopped short and pouted. He was distraught for a brief millisecond, turned and walked up to me. I picked him back up, and nestled him into my parka. His wet nose grazed my chin, and plopped onto my clavicle while my husband handed over the payment for his vaccinations.

The day we brought him home

Look how clean my carpet use to be? The next weeks were full of sleeplessness, accidents and utter joy. We were completely unprepared but Goliath and I rose to the occasion. I spent hours pouring over dog books, calling my Vet and talking to friends. He was housebroken in less than a month, in the dead of winter. The day I taught him to shake was the single most proudest moment of my life. We'd go on walks, trips to the dog park and excursions to family and friend's homes. Goliath went everywhere with me, and I found myself experiencing something that I hadn't in a while: unbridled happiness. I hadn't smiled this wide, laughed this deep and been this positive in the better half of a year.

Goliath at three months

Over the next few months, we grew up together. He seemed to double in size week after week, and I continued to see the number on the scale go down. Our walks would get longer, and the stints at the dog park seemed to double but nothing was a match for his energy. The husband and I took turns playing him to exhaustion before bed, but he'd still wake up at 3:00 am wanting to play. In the mornings, we'd walk for miles but we'd still come home to a path of puppy destruction. Finally, it dawned on me: this dog was made to run. When he had matured enough, and I had lost enough poundage our morning walks became our morning struggle to jog. He'd fight to run faster, and I'd fight to breathe. There were so many initial kinks to work out: leash handling, poop pick up, lack of oxygen to my brain and so many more. We'd come home when I couldn't take any more, and my sweat could fill a man sized pool. I'd collapse onto the couch, and he'd lay down at my feet unfazed.

After my first race

By April, I signed up for a four mile road race having never really ran four straight miles before. I finished in a little over forty minutes, and felt certain death looming. Those four miles pushed me to a brink I never wanted to see again, my stomach cramped, nausea set in and my muscles failed. As I crossed the finish line, I remember thinking Does this mean I'm a runner now? It did. That month I had officially lost 10% of my body weight and ran my first race. I was on top of the world, and I had Goliath there with me. We set into a regular running routine, before or after work. Rain, humidity and unmitigated heat-we ran in it. The pain of every step eased as we stuck with it.

Goliath never grasped the leash concept still after months of running together. He'd pull and pull and pull some more. He'd choke him self, and have asthma-esque gaps for airs on walking breaks. I knew he longed to run free, and he'd push the boundaries to do so. He was an untamable spirit on a leash, until one series of unfortunate events. We had set out on a Thursday early evening out-and-back run, like any run before. Our usual jaunt includes a half of mile of city pavement that lead us to a bike/hike country trail. We cross one busy intersection, and run due south to the trail. Goliath was pulling as usual, and as usual I was struggling to gain control. After a quarter mile of this give and take, Goliath's collar gave way to the pressure and the ring that secured his leash snapped off. He was loose and running. Just like he'd always wanted to be, he didn't want to run away-but he just wanted to run. So he did, but instead of running toward the trail he darted back toward home, and the busy intersection.

The more I chased him, the faster he ran. I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't stop going after him, I attempted to get him to chase me but he had zeroed in and was driven. I screamed loud enough to stop traffic, and as Goliath's four paws entered the intersection I did too. He didn't look for cars, and neither did I. I had complete tunnel vision, and screaming. I screamed again, and cars stopped in all directions. A red Camry screeched inches from hitting him, and the halting brakes startled him.

The white Suburban never even saw him.

The whole intersection was motionless, I could hear windows rolling down and my sobs echoed. Goliath's body law there, silent and unanimated. I looked around at everyone staring at me, as lakes of tears poured from eyes. My husband, who heard me, stood on the opposite side of the street stunned. Time truly just stood still, it seemed like an eternity. In reality, only half a second passed until Goliath stood up and finished his run. He wasn't done running free apparently. I followed him, and whirred passed my husband who still stood there shocked. Goliath waited for me at the front door, and I scooped him up terrified. I checked his wounds and draped myself over him sobbing. I knew this was too good to be true, dogs do not get mowed over by SUVs with no internal damage.

We rushed to our Vet, and I held him in my lap on the way there convinced he had internal damages that were fatal. Upon arrival, Goliath was back to his normal self with addition of road rash. It was determined that his worst problem was a minor case of fleas. We left with antibiotics for road rash and stronger flea prevention.

This was the next day

It is hard for me to even fathom how blessed I am that he didn't die, or sustain serious injuries. The emotional toll on both of us was pretty great, for a month neither of us left the house to run. I often found myself just gazing at him contemplating how he lived. A friend told me that he knew his work with me wasn't done, that he knew he couldn't leave me-that he wasn't done changing my life. That friend couldn't have been more correct. It took a while to get Goliath back out there, and we've since taken ever precaution possible to ensure his safety. He's more weary of streets, and sticks to my side now. He no longer wants to run wild, but wants to run together. I like to think he knows that he's lucky to be alive, and even more lucky to be able to run still.

Since the accident, Goliath and I have ran thousands of miles together and completed one race together. With his assistance, I've trained for and completed six half marathons, and countless 5Ks. A year after my first road race, I ran it again and crossing the finish line never felt more routine. This time I KNEW I was a runner. October of 2010, will mark my first full marathon and Goliath has trained with me on every single run. Over the two years with him, my life has changed so much. I have never been more confident, more accomplished and more happy. There have countless people that have inspired me, touched my life and helped me grow into who I am today-but none have done what Goliath has, and continues to do so each and every day.

April 2009-April 2010

I am not the fastest. I am not the thinnest. I am not the strongest.
But I'm not finished, and we're just getting started.

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.