Feelin’ good

If you’re wondering whether I wallowed in my post race funk for an entire week, the answer is yes.  Mostly because my sore calves forced me to waddle around like a penguin until Thursday.  The good news is I went for a long, slow run yesterday and realized where I went wrong.  Are you ready folks?  Here is my grand epiphany:

Running fast = Feels bad

Running slow = Feels good 

So that’s the plan!  Run slow and (by the way) blog once a week.  Hopefully my 2.5 readers will get by on a little less Laura.

I wish I had had a camera on me during my run yesterday.  I tried a new route alongside a nearby lake and on a back road.  I ran past a farm with a cow crossing sign out front and about 1000 little lizards darting in and out of the road-side brush.  It was very cool.  Actually, it was HOT.  I was pouring sweat like I was running through Bikram’s backyard.  But you catch my drift.

I did manage to get one post run pic though!


Jason watches about 50 Seinfeld episodes on an average day.  We own all nine seasons on DVD, yet he still records every television rerun.  Seinfeld happened to come to town, and I surprised Jason with dinner at Hudson (very yummy!) and tickets to the show.  Aren’t I a wonderful wife?

Hello, my name is Mrs. Sourpuss

I clearly cashed in all my good luck at the Oakland Half Marathon.  The Benicia Run for Education felt like the third trip to one of those ATMs with a $5 service charge.  Or like rolling snake eyes in a crappy game of craps.  Or some other stupid gambling analogy.  Let’s just say it didn’t go well.

My oh-so-wise inner runner is now reminding me of my awesome training regime:

1) I wanted to give myself plenty of rest after the Oakland half two weeks ago and was at a conference this past week for work.  This meant I did very little running and lots of eating.  I somehow managed to put on almost 5 pounds in two weeks, and I’d bet my last chip it wasn’t muscle.

2) I had two glasses of wine Friday night.  Doesn’t sound like much, but that was enough to brew up a hangover.  To overcome said hangover I drank two entire glasses of water.  Eight glasses are for pansies.

3) I ate a nutrient rich dinner of movie theater popcorn last night.

4) I washed that popcorn down with a Coke and was up until about 1:00 am.

5) Oh right.  It’s been a couple months since I did any speed work.

I set a goal of 51 minutes based on my recent 5K and half marathon times, and told myself I would be happy with anything under 52.  I knew the deck was stacked against me right off the start line.  I ran the first mile in 8:15 and it felt too difficult.  I hung onto that pace for 3 miles before hitting a wall.

My pace began to decline rapidly.  I kissed 51 minutes goodbye.  Every incline, however gradual, felt like a mountain.  I lost sight of my surroundings.  I stopped thinking about the tangents.  All my focus turned inward, onto how awful I felt and how awful the race was going.  I completely gave up.  I let go of 52 minutes and started to fear I would miss 53.

I played leap frog with two other women throughout the second half of the race.  As we neared the finish I was tied among the three of us for second.  The other lady started to pull away and I thought, “Great.  I have nothing left.  Just let her have it.”  Somehow I managed to stay close and barely pass her with one final surge in the last 50 meters.  I was happy to pass her, but disappointed I wasn’t well in front of her to begin with.

This is technically my fourth race in the Run for the Bling of it! challenge.  I am choosing, however, not to post a picture of my T-shirt.  Medals, also known as actual bling, were awarded to the top 3 in each age group.  I came in fourth and I’m bitter about it!

The race directors took pity on me and cut a quarter mile off the course, enabling a finish time of 50:05 (give or take a few seconds).  If I do the math (and you know I do), I should have finished in 52:07.  Okay, maybe it wasn’t a total fail…

I’m going to Boston!

Oh my!  I can’t even begin to describe how much this post title is making me giggle.  Probably too much.  I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to laugh at your own jokes.  Especially when you’re sitting by yourself, with only the computer as an audience.  It is true though.  I AM going to Boston, and I DO plan on running a race while I’m there.  It’s just not THE race. 

Jason and I are planning a big summer vacation to New England.  I’m from Colorado.  Jason’s from Florida, and we live in California.  Neither one of us has seen much of the Northeast.  Our vacation plans are threefold: the city (Boston), the country (North Woodstock/White Mountain National Forest), and the beach (Ogunquit). 

While in Boston we will celebrate Memorial Day with Boston’s Run to Remember.  I’m so excited I can hardly wait!  (For the vacation, not the race.  Okay, the race should be fun too.)

And since I’ve been such a blogger slacker, here’s a quick update on other fitness related topics:

The training. I have decided to take it easy and (maybe) train for the San Francisco Marathon.  The whole marathon.  I love the idea of “taking it easy” and training for a marathon at the same time.  Really what I mean is I’ve decided to put pace on hold after the Benicia Run for Education this coming Sunday.  I’m going to ratchet back the intensity and start to build up mileage. 

I feel like this is what my body is asking for right now.  Some long, slow, low pressure runs.  Depending on how that goes I might sign myself up for a full marathon.

The cross training.  I tried this thing called The Dailey Method yesterday.  I would describe it as a cross between pilates, yoga and strength training.  I give it two thumbs up for effectiveness (my quads, abs and triceps are sore today), and a couple of toes for residing in Benicia!

The trainers. Remember how I was going to console myself with a pair of trail running shoes?  Well, I changed my mind.  I decided that strapping two bricks onto my feet before a run wasn’t going to help anyone feel better about anything.   I bought these instead.  They’re brown, and so are trails.  Close enough.  (Check out how well they fit into “nature.”)