Run #10 - May 21st, 2012

I finally bought a few new songs to add to my iPod playlist - Nicki Minaj! I was pretty excited about adding two of her tracks to my overused playlist, because I love singing the songs, they are poppy and peppy and figured it might bring a little skip to my step if they popped up in the middle of a longer run. I was determined to run 4 miles this morning, wishing I could somehow make it more, since I am still fairly far behind on being ready for this half marathon which is now a month away.

A mile into my run, that lingering thought was still in my mind. "Why couldn't I add on to my loop and make it a little longer? Maybe I should continue down the road for just a half mile more and turn around. I know this stretch of the road is flat. Then I would finally be at 5 miles." Then I was there, at the stoplight, wondering if I should make the initial turn on my loop, or challenge myself to run a little further, when Nicki decided to grace my ear buds with her bubble gum melody. To hell with it, I should enjoy the motivation and add to the run. If I die out here, my roommate knows to come looking for my body (I give him strict instructions before I leave the house on a run, letting him know where I might be lying dead from exhaustion, and to come find me if too much time has passed). 

And that was that. I was off for my first ever, 5 mile run. The music was pumping, the sun was blaring, but the pavement was flat and made it easy to add the extra distance on my run. About mile 3, I realized I was just over halfway home and that made me a bit sick, thinking I still had two more miles to go, wondering if it would be possible, but then Nicki came back on and shouted "BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BABY!" and that is all it took to get my feet back in a rhythm. 

Around mile 4, I discovered running blisters. Then my friend, negative profanity came seeping back into my running repertoire. "Fuck. I hate running. Who likes to exercise when it brings this kind of pain? Running this much obviously isn't good for people. 4 miles must be the boundary between a good workout and pushing yourself too far. Screw this half marathon".

Logical thought took over a little while later, reminding me that I had literally come so far and I only had a short distance to go and that quitting now, would be, well, quitting. And I should take this moment to appreciate the challenge and to finish the damn run and deal with the growing pocket of pain once I got home. I also reminded myself that the faster I ran, the sooner it would be over, so I might as well buck up and get it over with. 

So I made it. 5 miles. First time ever. 

Lesson Learned: Spicing things up is good. Sweating on your feet is bad. 

Distance: 5.16 miles

Time: 56:53

Run #9 - May 16th, 2012

In case you were wondering, the importance of having a workout buddy is so someone can help keep you accountable and motivated. The problem is, they actually do these things. After our run on Sunday, my friend Ashley wanted to meet me for a post work run. She was headed to my side of town and since I work on campus, I suggested that we do a big campus loop. I know there are tons of 5k races which happen on my campus every year, but I haven't yet participated in one, so why not make our own?

As the day was dwindling, and my motivation was slipping away with the hours, I kept trying to slip Ashley some deterrents, from actually showing up to our scheduled run. I talked about the smoke from the fire (which wasn't blowing our way today), and the clouds in the sky that could possibly produce ran, and even tried to convince her that we should go to dinner or do something fun instead of running. Sadly, she wasn't falling for any of it. She showed up with her iPod in hand, her shoes laced up, and her game face on. Damn. I was now committed. It was now too late for a last minute excuse. This run was going to happen. 

We set out across campus, and since Ashley had never been on campus, I was able to point out buildings or tell stories from my good ol' college days. The minutes flew past, the scenery was energetic and exciting to run against and the weather was perfect. By the time we had completed the loop, I was ready to push forward and run more. I had never experienced that feeling before. The actual desire to continue running. It was pretty exciting to finish a run and not feel like death and want to do more, but I guess I will need to save it for another day. 

Lesson Learned: Getting lost in a run is an important part of actually enjoying it.  

Distance: 3.2 miles

Time: 35:51

Run #8 - May 13th, 2012

Today I re-learned a vital life lesson - The Buddy System. Up until now, I have never wanted to run with anyone else, but me, myself & I. This avoidance had stemmed from my insecurity in my own running skills, thinking I was too slow to run with others, or if I needed to stop, I would be judged for it. So instead of taking my friends up on their offers to run together, I would casually come up with an excuse to get out of it. But this morning, in a state of under-caffeinated delirium , I suggested going on a run together with my friend Ashley. I really wanted to get both a run in, as well as a gym workout, and since Ashley was sponsoring my 3 day guest pass at the gym, I needed her. So on Sunday morning, bleary eyed and itching to get my body in shape, I suggested to Ashley that she drive to my house and we run the 2 miles to the gym, work out, and then run the 2 miles home. A part of me thought she would never go for it, but a part of me knew that she has commitment and drive and would drag me out of bed to join her in my plan. And she did.

The two miles to the gym went well, she pushed my pace and we were able to make small talk here and there. The two miles flew by and I didn't even have any profane thoughts. So not only does running with a friend hold me more accountable, it makes my head less angry. I guess I should take note of this positive correlation.

At the gym, Ashley ran me through a series of Cross Fit exercises, sufficiently wearing me out, and when we were done, Ashley put a smile on her face, and in a sweet Texas accent, she reminded me that we still needed to run the two miles home.

At this point, I was hot, hungry and not happy with myself for developing such an exhausting plan. But we tightened our shoe laces, took a swig of water (or in my case a really big chug), cued up our music and hit the pavement to complete our Sunday morning workout.

Halfway home, I realized I should not have downed 20 ounces of water before leaving the gym, and then the side cramps started, the gross, water bubbling up your throat feeling came creeping on and I wanted to walk. So when I finally speak up and tell Ashley I need to walk, she looks at me and tells me I will be ok and to swing my arms, we are almost there and to keep running.  Then she says that we should sprint the last tenth of a mile. There may have been a profane thought or two that went through my head at that moment, but all in all, I survived and I am grateful for the encouragement she provided during my first buddy run.

Lesson Learned: Running Buddies are good. Drink water in moderation.
Distance: 4 miles total
Time: ??? 

Run #7 - May 6th, 2012

In an attempt to shake things up after my last run and hopefully get more motivation, I finally decided to map out a loop for my journey. Now this might seem like a basic concept to some of the more experienced runners out there, but I really don't like surprises and don't want to get stuck running through a neighborhood I am unfamiliar with or knowing where a sidewalk might suddenly end. And because I don't like to think about running, I never really take the time to plan these things out in advance. Instead of mapping out a loop, I usually just run down the street for a bit, until I hit a mile or two, and then turn around and come back.

So today I mapped out a 4 mile loop, ate a little breakfast, and went out for a morning run. I started off with my usual path, down the big hill, past the meadow and up the big hill, but instead of turning 180 degrees, I decided to turn 90 degrees and started to tackle my first loop. I ran a mile down a road I had never traveled on before and realized it was a gorgeous tree lined street, with lovely houses. There was some horse shit to avoid on the pavement, but I enjoyed all of the trees.

A mile later, I turned on a much busier street, knowing that this would be the mile that would bring me home. What I hadn't planned for was the number of the street lights and traffic I would be running parallel with. Every few minutes, I had to stop at another light and wait for the sexist racist man to signal permission for me to continue on my way. At one point, I may have been screaming at a Saturn, who was trying to force me to run against the signal, into oncoming traffic. I was hot, sweaty and trying to be a law abiding citizen and this woman starts waving me on (when I can't go) and then leans out of her car window and is yelling at me to cross, so then she won't have to wait for me. I look up at the signal and the giant red hand is still giving me the 'no go'. I point to the sign and the oncoming traffic, but she keeps waving and yelling. So finally the Italian in my comes out, my hands start waving back, and explicit language flow from my lips. I actually shocked myself as well as the lady and before I knew it, the sexist racist man appeared on the signal, thus giving me my freedom to run again. I sprinted back home, a bit pissed off and a bit ashamed. Ultimately blaming my language on the evils of running.

Lesson Learned: Run down a less busy street and keep my hand over my mouth
Distance: 4.14 miles
Time: 46:54 (I blame some of the slowness on the traffic lights)

Run #6 - April 29th, 2012

The goal today was 4 miles. It didn't need to be pretty, it just needed to be accomplished. I was already massively sore from my Yoga Body Bootcamp class the day before, but this was cardio and my heart, lungs, and legs needed to experience 4 miles, for the first time in my life.
Surprisingly, there was not a great deal of profanity that entered my thoughts while running. I was mostly, dare I say it, bored. The weather was that right amount of warm yet crisp, so I couldn't complain about the weather and the route is becoming familar. I know at what point on each hill I will struggle and I get excited for the dips in elevation where I can pick up speed. I am still running at a slow pace, I still have to pause for side cramps and I still wonder why I am doing this, but none of this bothered me today. The one thing that stuck out as an issue is the dozen or so songs I have had on my running playlist since February are becoming less exciting. My music is what has been carrying me through these runs and I find myself skipping songs or becoming less motivated by their meaning or their beat. So apparently I need to shake things up a bit!

Does anyone have any suggestions of songs to add to my playlist? No 'Eye of the Tiger' please.

Running Playlist

1. Shake it Out - Florence + The Machine
2. Sexy and I Know It - LMFAO
3. My Body - Young the Giant
4. We are Young - Fun.
5. Run the World - Beyonce
6. Boom Boom Pow - The Black Eyed Peas
7. Pump It - The Black Eyed Peas
8. Til the World Ends - Britney Spears
9. I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness
10. Tear Away - Drowning Pool
11. I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked - Ida Maria
12. Roll Away Your Stone - Mumford & Sons
13. Dragula - Rob Zombie
14. Show Me How You Burlesque - Christina Agulara
15. Blow - Ke$ha

Lesson Learned: Variety is KEY
Distance: 4.02 miles
Time: 44:25

Run #5 - April 27th, 2012

Today's run went a little something like this:

1. Get dressed for run
2. Sync up music and running ap to iPhone and strap into arm band
3. Lock apartment door
4. Step outside
5. Get blasted by epic amounts of wind
6. Say screw you to the wind and start running
7. Make it down the street before being bitch slapped by the wind and attacked by a tumble weed.
8. Turn around with tears streaming down my face because the wind is literally whipping the moisture from my eyes
9. Walk the 2 blocks home protecting face from flying debris
10. Remember that Mother Nature always wins