Thursday, July 25, 2013

armpits!

Can I be honest? I am in the pits. Not like peach pits. Nope. Not even like a pit in the ground. That sounds relaxing. I'm in the big, old, hairy, stinky armpits of life. And life doesn't believe in deoderant and is sprinting uphill in Georgia at noon in July with me tucked up in its pits. Get the picture?

First my foot rebelled. My arch is being a rude beeotch. I missed a long run. And another. I missed a workout. Every time I laced (and re-laced) my shoes I was filled with dread. Not joy. Not anticipation. Not even a good "holy-nuggs-I-have-a-track-workout" fear. Just dread mixed with empty with a twist of bitter.

I could make it two miles before being forced to stop and drag myself to the elliptical. I made two appointments with my PT. I stood on my incline board. But mostly I wallowed very deep in Lake Sad-Sack.

Then to add insult to injury, my birthday camping weekend ended with a trip to the Yakima ER on the way back to Seattle to deal with an issue that had been worsening every minute all weekend. I don't know you that well ... so I'll just say it involved a scalpel and the parting gift was a bottle of vicodin. Legit ER visit.
break in the pity party: pre-ER there was some good, good fun 
Another three days off the roads. Bringing the number of days since I drew a foot with a sad face in my training journal on July 11th to 9 days without running. I'm (un)reasonably depressed. I wish I could bouy myself start making a comeback plan and stick a bunch of go-get-em quotes all over this post. But efffffff.

The thing is I've put my time in. I've aquajogged myself three times around this globe. My yearbook read "most likely to win the aguajogging olympics". I've had my dreams snatched up and drop kicked in front of my face. And deep down during these three years as I let myself fall back in love with running I wondered if I had anymore 'comeback' in me. Would I have what it takes to drag myself fist over fist back up the damn hill if I fell down it?

Do I have it inside me to grow one more little starfish arm?? But I'm trying to take it one day at a time. Fake it til I make it. My three mile run went up in flames tonight, so I'm riding the eliptigo from Green Lake to West Seattle. And I won't lie, I EFFING don't want to.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

minor setbacks...

I had a couple good weeks of training. Got the mileage up near 70. Ran great workouts on tired legs. Hit a hot as hell, dusty 18 miler in Zillah WA. My diet was dialed. Actually eating the appropriate amount of veggies and other non-Wonka based foods. I was tired but it was ticking along.
18 miles, 90º and no shade. crows were circling waiting for me to drop...really. 
Until last Thursday. I needed to run to work so I could grab Pearlie, the Eurovan, to take to Bend for the Oiselle photoshoot. Not more than a couple blocks in and my arch was aching. A couple miles it was talking. Pulling up to Oiselle's front door 12 miles later it was shouting. It was a run that I couldn't bail on...because my feet were my wheels to work.

I took Friday completely off, and hoped it would magically heal. I haven't been able to run more than 3 miles since. I'm frustrated. Tired. I was already tired, now I need a new word for tired.

We set off for Bend on Saturday AM. I had our models, Jena and Meghan, and 3 tons of Oiselle apparel in our big white van Pearlie. We aimed for Bend and hauled off. One scary brush with overheating after Mount Hood and many miles under the tires we pulled into the Flomas' driveway. (Flomas = Fleshman and Thomas). We met bebe Jude, who is like a tiny adorable tree frog. So calm. And headed off to try and run. Fail.
right before the coolant alarm started blaring!
Sunday started at 4am. Hair, makeup done in 20 minutes flat. We threw all the bins back in Pearlie and hauled off to Dillion Falls for part one of a very long day. It was beautiful. Cold turning to sizzling heat over the hours as we took shot after shot for Fall 2013. I can't wait to share the photos!
freewheelin'
I didn't have time to mourn the loss of my long run. I was too busy. Photoshoots are so fun. I would compare it to the thrill of playing imaginary games when you're little. I love dreaming up concepts and directing poses. Imagining how it will look. I fill notebooks with sketches and insider notes. One we all got a huge laugh over was this "Three girls freewheelin', dirty, one looking back". It makes sense to me... but it quickly deteriorated into "freewheelin' dirty girls". Which was way too funny after hours and hours of shooting under the hot sun.
I would totally live in a van down by the river with these women... 
Our day wrapped at 9pm. We popped some bubs and then headed off to Bend just in time to grab dinner at Crux brewery at 10pm. Fell into bed and woke up to haul back to Seattle.
punch drunk on wrapping a long, long, long day
I've seen my PT and I think I'll be able to try and start running again this week. My entire right leg is so, so, so angry. But I think I know why... I walked in flip-flops for 5 miles in Zillah. Touring the wineries on foot might not have been so smart. I just wanted to be normal and forget about running for a day to celebrate my anniversary... I should have found a balance and worn ugly shoes. :)

Teepee living for one year anniversary
I'm down but not out. Time to get back to the rules...

RULES OF RECOVERY
1. Get your cardio, even if it's boring. Even if it takes 3xas long.
2. Don't get defeated. Keep a shred of joy.
3. Throw your shitty, effing flipflops away.
4. Buy ugly shoes and wear them.
5. Ice bath.
6. Always be rolling.
7. Try to enjoy your 30th birthday... (that one's personal I guess)

Alright off to Maryhill to turn 30! Freewheelin' dirty girls forever!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Around my world in 3 minutes

Okay so yeah, it's been about a month since I signed on for marathon #3, admitted I'm chasing a sub 2:43 despite the fact that 3 weeks ago I almost pooped my pants on a 6 mile run...what's shaking now? Short answer: a lot. Long answer: read on....

A couple weeks ago I headed to Iowa to watch the USA Outdoor Track and Field Championships. It was thrilling and completely inspiring. My days were filled with running, lifting and then heading over to Drake for hours of track spectating. Absolute heaven. Yes there were a couple 1am work nights in there, and I was one tired puppy when we headed home. But it was amazing. I'll look back on this trip as a favorite forever.

And getting to watch THREE badass women racing for Oiselle. Pinch me. This was me all day:


check out the Oiselle blog for way more USA action
One morning, before the meet, I met my coach for :75 on/offs and completely blew up. I warmed up way too fast, way too long. I was just so high on the excitement. But by the 3rd :75 I was completely imploding. Freezing cold despite the 85º humid weather... so after the 5th repeat we pulled the plug. It was defeating. Here I had a chance to prove I wasn't a shot in the dark, and I basically threw out the worst workout I've had all year. I was hard on myself even though I knew it was my first speed after the marathon and of course I wasn't going to be fresh. I just wanted to show up big. Fail.

He was encouraging, gave a me a couple Wharton DVDs to follow for strength and stretching and an extra stretching rope. As I ran back to my hotel carrying all my loot I was on fire to do this right. 

I didn't think I could be any hungrier, but this workout left me starving for success. Now I'm fully our of recovery and attacking my plan. I'm training hard and I'm training smart. Miles are ramping up and in the last two weeks I've had two great workouts. My confidence was shaky after that first workout flop and I was extremely nervous before both these workouts. But once I got running I felt strong and ran under pace easily for both.

Yesterday was my first big day back. I ran an easy 8 miles in the morning, then hit the track after work for a workout 3x2 miles. Hitting a solid 19 miles for the day. It felt good. My plan is about much more than the miles though. I know I need to do every single small thing to find those 11 minutes in Chicago.

My life/run/work balance has shifted. But knowing I only have 15 weeks of this, I'm hanging on hard. I find time to be with my husband, spend time with people I love. But my casual social life is basically down to 0. After work happy hour? What's that? Just the phrase 'after work' can be a little foreign these days unless it ends with 'sleep'.

Every weekend of this summer is packed with fun plans. While it's hard to remain serious about training in the face of summer relaxation and day drinking, I'm taking it day by day. I remind myself that the fun is in the training. Which it really, really is.

Last weekend we kicked off the summer with a trip to the Oregon Coast with Owen's family. Easy to get miles done in such a beautiful place! And yoga while sunbathing totally counts.


Oiselle Wee Bird models on vacation...
Doing some cross training while Owen gets some help...

Adorable photobomb by Gus.

Last sunset...

Plyometrics. Obviously.
Tomorrow I'm headed to Eastern Washington for some glamping! It's our first anniversary. I'll have to find a place to get 17 miles in on Sunday... ahh always a challenge.