Tapping the Troubles

I wasn’t going to run this week. Thought i would glower and growl my week away instead. I hate it when i become fixated on things i can’t control…like cancer. Not me or mine but still troubling me just the same.

Meanwhile i had just been to the doctor for my own set of keep me up at night diagnosis. Alpha 1 Antitypsin Deficiency. What? “I want you to get some blood work done…just as a precaution…” This after Dr. E had wailed on my back and made me breathe in and out like a hot and heavy phone perv. Then came the feminine annual…and lots of blood. “Let’s get you scheduled for a colposcopy, too.” Great. What else could go less than winsome? Turns out, dehydration. “Drink water.” Dr. E concluded. Right.

With all of this on the brain and a bright sun still shining i was convinced to go for a small run – a tiny run. It started out quiet. Up the bike path, through the speckled shadows of green, up to the busier road of Bridge, ignoring the care, past the cemetery of angels, back down the bike path. By then i knew i had logged four miles. By the time i got back to town i wanted to push it just a little further. Passed the pizza shop, crossed by the gas station (now closed, empty and forlorn) and beyond the book store and back down my street the other way. 4.33 miles.

I don’t know what to think of these runs i keep putting out. I know they clear my head. I don’t push for personal best. I don’t want to beat the competition real or in my head. I just want to save my sanity, one step at a time.

Beer, the Great Motivator

I probably wouldn’t have run tonight if my husband hadn’t decided to bottle his home brew with his homeboy tonight. Last week they brewed; this week they bottle. They’re calling it Baby Brew in honor of the friend’s wife having a baby girl any second now. Not wanting to put myself around pregnancy (or beer) i decided to stay home…and run.

Again, the treadmill called my name. I had a book in my hand. But, the treadmill called louder. Called me names like whimp so i got on for the ride. Then the tread got mean. Started saying i was a slow poke and a rookie. Truth was, i was feeling lazy and couldn’t seem to find anything faster than 11.2 mile/hr. I don’t know what made me do it but i decided to hide the speed readout under a towel and let my body really tell me how fast to run. Every 5 minutes i upped the speed by one. By the time it was all said and done i had logged 2.89 in 30 minutes. Okay, so it wasn’t a 10 minute mile, but it was close. Better than 11.2, am i right? So, thanks to some beer brewin’ i was able to put in another (sorta) 3miles!

Favorite song of the night: Heat of the Moment by Toto

Keeping Up

Some time ago i spouted about running being a solitary sport. I train alone. I run alone. I am alone. Then, i entertained the thought of running with strangers, one of those running group things. My shyness overtook my need to socialize and i never made it to the pack. Then i thought i would run with friends and that decision filled me with trepidation. What if i couldn’t keep up? What if they wanted to talk the whole time while i can barely breathe at their pace? What if i don’t run long enough? Run hard enough? What if? So i announced i was a solo runner. I train alone. I run alone. I am alone.

Yesterday, i broke my own “rule” and ran with a friend. Intimidation meets reality. She is training for a marathon. She trains with a hard core group that not only runs 7-8 miles as their warm-up, but weight trains three days a week, run sprints (to increase time, of course) once a week and trail run their long runs. In other words, my friend is hard core training. I have nothing to train for, nothing to push for, nothing to inspire me beyond my 3-4 mile world. Deathly afraid of the pain that still haunts my knees i am the quiet, tired and timid. Yet, i agreed to run with my friend.

Yes, she talked the whole time. I was even able to answer back on occasion. At one point she said, “if i’m talking too much, tell me to shut up.” I huffed back, “as long as you don’t get offended if i don’t respond…” I was lame with my excuse, “I’m not used to talking to anyone when i run…” It was feeble and i knew it. It was pathetic. She knew it but didn’t point it out.

We ran for 35 minutes – 3.5 miles. A walk in the park for Miss Marathon but at least i kept up, at least i could talk (somewhat). At least i didn’t collapse. Instead, i overcame something bigger – my fear of the competition that was all in my head.

The Good in Jealousy

The sun peeked out. Shyly at first, as if it wasn’t sure it really belonged in our New England sky. Can’t say i blame it, we have had torrential downpours for weeks on end. Big trees felled by strong winds and vicious lightning bolts. Roads washed out by fast floods, water rushing with nowhere to go. Storm drains and gutters crying mercy as they overflow and spill out.

When the sun got a little braver and its shine became a little brighter my husband announced a bike ride was in order. Having run yesterday, less than 12 hours ago, i planned to prop myself up in a lawn chair and finish an Early Review – after all, a second ER book was plopped on front stoop without warning so i’ve got a ton to get through this month. No more than 30 seconds after the Mister left did i start feeling the bite of jealousy. I needed to get out there, too. But, what about the knee? I could hear myself, the practical one, asking. Oh. Yeah. The knee. Now cautious me was chiming in. Go for it, moi said. Despite cautious outweighing careless i laced up the sneakers, strapped on the ipod and hit the pavement.

It was only a 2.1 mi run, but i completed it in under 20 minutes – haven’t done that since Darfur. It felt good to make my way to Look, see the Swell Season sign (see you tomorrow!) and make my way down the bikepath (haven’t been there in ages, either). I have missed the twisted trees more than i knew. My mister tells me i missed him by *this* much. He too took the bike path home. On his bike – the thing that got me out there in the first place.

So, there is good in jealousy – another run.

Get the Lead Out!

Run Like a Girl

Run like a girl. Girl like a run. I’ve been reading other running/training blogs and they have been half inspiring me, half making me feel like crap. How is that possible? I admire them, yet hate them at the same time. Someone is running the TNT 13.1 tomorrow. Someone else is competing in a triathlon. How dare they? Yet, they rock. Completely. To the core.

So, I got on the tread tonight. Good old gerbil wheel. If i were gutsier i would buy reflective gear and run outside…in the dark. What a trip that would be (yea, on my azz!) I got on the treadmill partly out of disappointment so this run was all about working out the negative emotion. A friend and i had justjustjust made plans to see a movie when all of a sudden she remembered she was supposed to see “her man” (a self described ‘fling’). She said she didn’t want to be “that”girl and i believed her. But, i couldn’t help thinking if he were really a fling she wouldn’t have any problems canceling with him to hang out with a friend, me. No matter. I’m cool with it, but that still doesn’t stop me from being disappointed.

So, I ran to erase the guilt i had for not being able to shrug it off. After all, i can admit, i was once “that” girl, too. I found someones training schedule in a recent blog and thought i would try my hand at it (or legs as the case may be):
10 minutes @ 11.5mi pace
15 minutes @ 11mi pace (only my tread doesn’t have 11min exactly so it was 10.9mi pace)
15 minutes @ 10mi pace
5 minutes @ 11.5mi pace

Instead of knocking back to 11.5 after chugging at 10mi pace I slowed down 1 min at a time:
6.0
5.9
5.8
5.7
5.6 where i ended. 4.22 miles in 45 minutes. I used the same playlist as the last run. No big revelation there!

Working Out Without Working It

I will admit it. I got sucked into watching a marathon of ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ yesterday. Yup. A few hours watching teenagers and twenty-somethings twist and jump all over a stage in front of a live studio audience. Reality/game show television at its best. I was transfixed. Couldn’t turn away. Couldn’t turn it off. And yet…the guilt got to me so i started to “work out.” Found a pair of 5lb weights and did 30 minutes of arm exercises. During the commercials i ran up and down the stairs putting laundry away. I didn’t want to miss a single dance step so i took light loads, a drawer worth at a time. During the next segment i moved onto legs: squats, calf raises, lunges, lifts. I promised myself when a new show came on i would turn off the TV and finish doing the dishes, finish washing the floors, finish the laundry, maybe go for a run…
Didn’t happen. This show was never ending! A new episode (?) of ‘So You Think You Can Dance’ came on and i moved onto back muscles: dead lifts, arm extensions, cat stretches and twists. 30 minutes worth. Then stomach: lower abs, upper abs, obliques, back to center. Repeat process. All the while keeping an eye on the couples dancing the tango, hip hop, contemporary, salsa. I ended with stretching, 30 minutes of trying to work flexibility back into my life.
In the end, i spent over three hours in front of the TV (so embarrassing!) but i have to admit, it wasn’t a complete waste of time. I’m sore today!

Boat Pose & Other Killers

Seeing as how i’m still patting myself on the back for the 5.3 mile run i decided to walk on the treadmill for 45 minutes (this time using a program called mountain climb which IS all about incline), lift some free weights (arms only) and practice a yoga sequence just once.

Treadmill: I have a hard time just walking on the treadmill. I’m still in the mindset that i’m not really doing anything unless i break into a run sooner or later. Walking is impatience reincarnate. Plain and simple. So. I read a book. I’m currently reading Boy With Loaded Gun by Lewis Nordan (tragic, poignant & funny all at the same time) so i was pretty distracted from the real work of walking. I think between the humidity & the incline i worked up a decent sweat (only managed to walk 2 miles, though).

Weight Training: I am definitely not afraid of a little muscle. I’d like to think my arms are getting back into shape – somewhat. Tonight, that’s all i concentrated on. Bicep curls, hammer curls, tricep kickbacks, tricep overheads, something involving the resistance bands…For some reason i wasn’t all that motivated and soon i quit. Don’t get me wrong – i did all the necessary reps and sets (10/4) so it’s not like i shortchanged the exercise completely. Just wish i had put more into it. O! Did i mention i’m using whimpy 8 lb weights for everything (except the band exercises, obviously).

Yoga: Again, i sort of feel like i cheated a little. i only went thru this sequence once (left left then right): warrior I -> warrior II ->side angle -> triangle -> tree -> “skater” pose -> down dog -> cobbler -> seated bent leg stretch -> back twist -> boat -> table. 
My favorite poses are the warriors I and II. I like seeing my strong thighs supporting my weight in a perfect 90 degree angle. I don’t twitch or shake, but stand there, confident and well, warrior-like! My favorite pose to work on is what i call the skater pose (because at the moment i am forgetting the real name of it). Basically, it’s a balancing pose where you stand on one leg and reach the other leg out behind you. Slowly bending over with arms outstretched you end up forming a ‘T’ with the leg you are balancing on strong and grounded beneath you. Or, at least that’s the pose you are going for. I wobble a little and i’m never sure my back, legs and arms are in a straight line. My least favorite pose out of this whole sequence is boat. I think in pilates it’s just called a V post. Basically, you sit on your tail bone with your legs and torso forming a ‘v’ while you reach your arms beyond your trembling legs. My stomach isn’t strong enough to hold this pose for long. Everything quivers and i feel ridiculous. This is one pose i really have to work on!

So, all in all, it was a good workout – 45 minute walk, 20 minute strength training and 10 minutes of yoga.

Hello Goodbye Hello

Good intentions. Is there a class i can take, a course i can master, something that will teach me how to stay on track? It’s either write about wanting to run or run and want to write about it, but not both. There seems to be no way to combine the two: run then actually write about it. This keeping track of everything has been started in strange fits. It’s making me have fits!

So. Here is my hello. Again. Deja vu.

I wanted to get outside. Running around the neighborhood affords me a sense of loss. I have no idea how far i can go and so i get lost in the run. Tonight, the thunder rolled across the sky like old wooden beer kegs. Within minutes rain drenched the streets and quelled my thoughts of outdoor running. Instead i turned to the trusty treadmill and climbed aboard. I knew i wanted an hour run. I wasn’t concerned with distance or pace. I have nothing to prove. This running thing is a slow climb out of hell called injury and depression. I knew i had to take it slow. So i would take an hour, however it came to me.

I don’t have an intimate relationship with the treadmill. I don’t know the difference between programs and levels. Nothing is set into the memory of my gerbil wheel so when i do play with the buttons it’s always an adventure. This time it was called “rolling hills” which i assumed (wrongly) had something to do with incline/hill work. Not so. It was all about speed. Having no clue about “levels” i set rolling hills to level 5 and prayed i could perform whatever craziness lay ahead.

I don’t need to tell you what walking a 20 minute pace will do to a running soul. It killed me. Deflated me. I almost wanted to pull the emergency stop cord and jump off. Get back to my old standby of quick start and go. But, i stayed with it and was soon running 6.1 miles an hour. That definitely felt better and i got used to the “rolling” that went along with it. So, while the rain fell steadily outside i chugged along on the treadmill, watching the miles tick by, happy to be moving.

In the end, i was able to eke out 5.3 miles. And for this chaotic mess, that’s pretty good.
Favorite songs:

• Joker and the Thief ~ Wolfmother
• Gone Daddy Gone ~ Violent Femmes
• West L.A. Fadeaway ~ Grateful Dead
• Use the Force ~ Jamiroquai
• Scorpio Rising ~ 10,000 Maniacs
• Disease ~ Matchbox 20
• Paralyzer ~ Finger Eleven
• Paint it Black ~ Rolling Stones
• Twilight Zone ~ Golden Earing
• This is How a Hear Breaks ~ Rob Thomas
• Don’t Drink the Water ~ Dave Matthews Band (Red Rocks version)
• Lose Yourself ~ Eminem
• Synchronicity II ~ Police