I wrote a piece for Yahoo:
Inspired by this guy:
I wrote a piece for Yahoo:
Inspired by this guy:
Yahoo published a piece I wrote about driving home after the tornado yesterday. It was a hard piece to write, I was told to keep it under 400 words. The first draft ended at 909.
UGH. It seems like Oklahoma has transitioned from winter to summer in about 0-60. We bypassed spring completely. And I don’t care for it one bit.
I hate to admit it but since my 5k last month my running progress has not progressed at all. In the last couple weeks it seems like the universe had intervened, canceling Zumba classes on me and detouring me to the mechanics when I originally planned on going to yoga. Now summer has come to OK it’s really th rowing me off my game.
My ideal running temperature is between 40-60 degrees. I can tolerate mid sixties. But when I woke up this morning half past seven it was already in the seventies. Yesterday was so muggy out I felt as if I had stepped into a rainforest as soon as I went outside. It made me nervous, uncomfortable and apprehensive to run. So I didn’t.
But I did today. And at first it was good. There was a good breeze and for a few minutes I felt as if I was able to do it and that running int he summer may turn out to be so terrible after all. Until I got about ten minutes in.
You see, I cannot stand running with the sun on my face. It’s as if I’m being mocked. Also, I have one fitness tank top and the way it’s made kills me. It’s a Danskin, gift from my Mom. One of those with a built-in bra but I feel like if you’re planning on exerting more effort than restorative yoga requires you should find a different top. So I double up and put a sports bra on but now the dual elastic cuts into me. I can’t breathe as deep as I’m used to. I try to pull the tank top elastic down but then it cuts into my ribs. Very uncomfortable.
So I had that going for me and I felt defeated already. Not to mention that halfway through my run, as I’m struggling to breathe out of nowhere this fitness model runner comes barreling towards me. She’s in the tight, spandex Nike shorts, only a sports bra and shoes. And she’s running like crazy. I’m talking speed demon. Which made me feel like a complete and total fraud in my too tight pink tank top, red OU shorts and purple/grey shoes. Not a cute look. But hey, I didn’t care, I told myself when I went out this morning. I’m going out for a run and not a fashion show.
Now that I felt absolutely terrible about myself I trotted and dragged myself home, trying not to look at my paunchy stomach.
I understand that running in the summer will only enhance my running over all. That once fall comes around and the temperatures drop that all the summer running I did will make fall running a breeze, but it’s really daunting to me. I’m having a hard time finding a right time to run. When I get off of work it’s well into the high eighties now and I already wake up a five in the morning to leave for work by 7:15. I can’t wake up any earlier. Plus, I’m afraid of getting hit in the dark. I hear the cars speed down my street in the early mornings. I suppose I could join an air-conditioned gym but alas, no money. Or I could go to each gym in the neighborhood and use their free one-week pass in hopes of not getting found out. I wonder if I can wake up an hour later during the week and then use that extra hour to wake up earlier on the weekends.
I don’t know what I’m going to end up doing. All I know is that I’m going to keep pushing. Somehow.
It finally happened, my 5K was last Saturday. Now, I’ve been telling myself for years now that I’d run a 5K. And why not? They’re not terribly long, don’t require an excessive amount of training and it’s something feasible like you can just wake up one morning and sign up for next week’s charitable 5K event.
Or so that’s what I thought.
I am not a runner. Or, well, I suppose I was not a runner. Am I now? What is the definition of a runner? Anyway, what I mean is I’m not a runner in the sense that I can wake up one day and just decide to go out and run five, six, seven miles. I wish I could. I envy my friends that can. When I bartended there was a guy that would come in and smoke and drink all week then run on the weekends. If only.
I had run 3.2 miles before, on treadmills and such. A few years ago when I had a gym membership I trained (i.e. forced) myself to treadmill it to 3.2 miles, each time trying to do it faster and faster. It didn’t last. Nor did it work for when I tried to run outdoors.
Back in February, a few weeks after I began the C25K program I had booked myself a trip out to RI to visit my best friend. “Do you want to run a 5K while you’re here?” she asked. Did I ever. Before my nerves got the best of me I signed up online and registered for the event. I had it all figured out, by the time my C25K program was over I’d be running my first official 5K a few short weeks later.
The event was in Providence, held at a gorgeous park and the weather couldn’t have been better. It was in the low sixties and sunny with a nice breeze. The event itself was a tad unorganized…the “start” area wasn’t very clearly marked and for awhile we stood around, hoping we were in the right place. The route itself was hilly. Afterwards I heard people commenting on how tough of a course they thought it was. Given that I’m not too familiar with the Providence terrain I had nothing to go off of other than thinking “there is a bit more elevation difference than back home”.
But either way I felt I finished strong. At the beginning I was intimidated and unsure. We were standing near the front of the starting line, next to the college kids in running groups. But after while everyone paced out and I felt good. My chest/ribs didn’t hurt like they had been lately and my legs felt strong. I used the hills to my advantage, taking giant horse strides and I probably pissed some people off as I weaved from one side of the road to the other in order to get the inside corner.
The race’s mile markers were hard to see. I didn’t see any, Sierra saw one on a water table (mile 2) so that was difficult for me in trying to keep a pace. I looked at my watch when it said 18 minutes and I had no idea how far I had left to go. All I could go by was that if I was at home I would be a little more than halfway through.
I did end up walking about a total of 3 minutes. In the end that bit me in the ass as I came into view of the finish line and saw the race clock at 29:54. If only I didn’t take those walking breaks I could have gotten in in under 30 minutes (my actual time was 30:06).
All in all it was a great time and I was really proud of myself. Right before the race began I was asked if I was an “avid runner”. Avid, me? Oh no. No, no. no. After the race she came by and told me how well I ran and how she used me as motivation during the race. I was extremely flattered. It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
My headband fell off (they always do) and I was wearing two shirts, but I did it. And I’ll do it again.
And it turned out. This is how I feel about that:
You may be able to tell from all my other social media sites. #sorrynotsorry
I really wanted to run yesterday but had already signed up to go to yoga class after work. So I skipped Zumba tonight and I ended up running 3.8 miles and increased my pace by at least 1 minute. Soon I’ll have to find a way to extend my route. And all I kept thinking about was the little boy waiting for his dad to cross the finish line. I also thought about all those people who trained so hard for yesterday. All the Saturday mornings dedicated to running, all the invites that were turned down in order to train. I thought about those runners who were running the marathon for the first time and those who hadn’t finished yet and didn’t know what to do. You train so hard and then the finish line is taken away from you? All these people wanted to do was run. That’s it. They wanted to run for 26.2 miles and their families and friends wanted to be there to support them.
Written on Saturday, April 6, 2013:
This morning I finished my Couch 2 5k program! I woke up at seven in the morning which was odd but then again I went to bed the night before at ten so maybe I’m just getting old.. . .? But when I woke up all I could think about was going for my run. I’ve had that feeling before and I’ve ignored it and waited until later in the day; and we all know how well that turned out. So I checked the weather (a brisk 54 degrees) and by seven thirty I was out the door for my five minute warm up.
There have been very few moments as an adult when I’ve been outside in the morning for non-work related purposes. I always forget how much I enjoy a nice spring and summer morning until I’m actually out and about and can smell the new day in the air. Breathing in, the air reminded me of moments from my childhood, though I couldn’t place it at the time. Something to do with spending time with my family, particularly with my Dad…I have a feeling it’s back from when we would go camping in the summer. When we would wake up in the morning, the fresh day and when nobody else is awake around you. I didn’t see anyone else out until the last five minutes of my run. By the time I turned the corner for my cool down I saw people coming out of their houses walking their dogs and such, but not before.
Though I had a good run, I took it more leisurely than I had intended and finished about twenty seconds slower than I did on Wednesday. I’m not sure if perhaps subconsciously I wanted to have a nice, slow, rewarding jog for all the hard work I put in the least nine weeks or what but it was a little disappointing to realize that I wouldn’t be finishing my thirty minutes with an improved distance like I had on Wednesday.
The next day:
I woke up with absolutely no urge to run. Feeling approximately about the exact opposite as I did yesterday. Then I ate some cookies and a brownie and had even more of an urge not to run. It seems as though now that I have finished the C25K program I have no ambition/urge to go outside. Ugh, but I know I will. Even if I repeat and do one of the small walk/run combos.
I read the book last weekend on my Kindle and had to have a copy for myself. Now my Mom will be getting a copy for herself for Mother’s Day next month. Because that’s what I do.
Here I am. Hard to believe that nine weeks ago it was February and I was jogging with walking intervals for twenty some minutes. Now this morning I finished my first 30 minute jog.
As per my journal:
“…it was a good, decent jog. for the first time in a week.I haven’t felt that good about a jog since last Sunday when I went out with E and Liz and did 28 minutes. I wore my old shoes this time and I went out early in the morning when the temperature was still low from the early morning thunderstorm. What I’ll probably do for the rest of the week is yoga tomorrow, a jog/walk interval on Tuesday, a thirty minute jog on Wednesday, a jog/walk interval on Thursday, rest on Friday and my last thirty minute jog on Saturday morning. And then I’m done. It’s crazy, to think that two months have gone by already. Well, nine weeks. That I started this in February. To think back on all the good jogs and the bad jogs. When I hated my life for jogging thirteen, fifteen and then eighteen minutes in a row. Those stretches that felt like a lifetime. Today I jogged clear down Berry from Main to Robinson. That itself is a mile. Then instead of turning off to a side street like I had been doing I kept going and went left at the lights. I almost made it to Woods. I bet on Wednesday I’ll make it. Taking this route leaves me ending my run further from home than usual. So much so that after a nice, maybe five minute cool down I felt good enough to jog again. So I did. Twice. Nothing major, a minute here and there. But they were fast. I’m always surprised by my speed after a walk break. Now to get myself transitioned into my new shoes for my 3k at the end of the month I’ll do my walking/jog intervals. Not only will I be transitioning myself into these shoes but I’m sure this will also help with any speed issue I’m having.”
Oh yeah, I bought new running shoes. Finally. Well, I suppose I bought running shoes. Never before in my life have I bought running shoes. Workout shoes, yes. But shoes specifically for running, no. They’re from New Balance and different from the Adidas (or is it Reebok?) shoes I have now. I know I probably should have bought a similar style but with the budget I had my choices were slim pickings. So I’ll learn to transition. And I’m okay with that.
You can follow my C25K progress on Twitter here or by searching the #c25k tag. Happy running! Week 8 starts tomorrow!