The Ozarks...not my running friend 5/05/2010

So I went back to Fayetteville, Arkansas (go hogs!) last weekend. I was in town to host a baby shower (yes, it did go well thank you!). While I was there I thought, "I shouldn't spend the whole weekend just eating and hanging out I should workout at least twice." Which was a great in theory, I mean I had all the right motives. Did Fayetteville reward me for making the effort to include physical fitness into my trip - no, no it did not.

I got up Friday morning and went to Ricks bakery for a sausage roll, yeah i know that wasn't the best idea before a run but I needed one ok, and then headed to Wilson park for a run. Wilson park has this beautiful trail all around the park that is flanked with old trees and there's a little creek. Now, Wilson Park might be down right pretty but it definitely is not flat. I mean Fayetteville is in the Ozarks for crying out loud. You know what we don't have in Dallas - The Ozarks. So I have not been running up any hills to speak of unless they have been associated with the incline number on my treadmill - not. the. same. So here comes the first hill (feel free to close your eyes and imagine this with me) and I am not worried at all, until I get about a third of the way up the hill and realize that I am no longer breathing and it feels like the mob just made me some cement shoes to wear before they threw me into the lake.

But that wasn't even all Fayetteville had to throw at me! There was a storm blowing in - and blowing is an understatement. The wind tunnel I was running through was literally pushing me off of the sidewalk, seriously off of the trail. Bad. News. I might have been a little frustrated at this point but I was listening to a sermon Jennifer gave at one of the Tuesday night bible studies and that was keeping me in line. Good thing because the combo of the wind and the hills brought trial number three to my run....I lost my keys. I will say I did not wisely place my keys in a safe spot - I tied the rinky dink keychain to my shoelaces. I was about to finish my first lap of the six, I was planning on making, and looked down at my shoe to find nothing but the keychain. This does not make me feel good but I took a deep breath and turned around to retrace my steps. The "re-tracing my steps" move is the one where you walk real slow and look every which direction, stopping randomly to check something that glittered in the grass that turns out to be a coke can tab, you know the one where everyone who passes you gives you the "that sucks" face. Real fun. So, I walk a good third of the way back around the park and this sweet little lady stops me and asks if I am looking for something - I smile, nod and swallow my sarcastic thoughts of "Nothing in particular, I am real big into treasure hunts". Well this sweet lady says "Is it this key?" to which I reply " Yes! Yes, thank you so so much I really appreciate it!" and she replies with empathy of how she knows what it feels like to misplace something. Thanks, yup I'm old.

So in conclusion, Hills + Wind + Loosing Keys = dominated

Bump in the road 4/16/2010

So, I haven't updated all 3 of you guys in like a month or so. Jeez, so many (by my account) running adventures!

I had a bump in the road other than not blogging about my running. I had a masso allergy attack that started the week before Easter.

Breathing was not easy making running basically impossible. When I say "basically" I mean I could have tried to run but lets be real I had a legit excuse not to so I didn't.

So my first run back was this week. I ran outside instead of on the treadmill because here in Dallas we have like 8.6 days of sweet awesome weather, you know that temp between freezing and hell on earth, to be outside and I need to take advantage of those sweet awesome days.

I did however at the end my masso allergy attack get back into the yoga DVD in the P90x series. If you remember I told you in my first post that I did about a P39X, now I like to do the arms video once a week and the core video when I feel like doing something besides running and then I'll do that abs video randomly. But anyways, I did "YogaX" (yes, the name is intended to be intimidating) and learned very quickly that I wasn't made for this either. Multiple times I laughed out loud at how awkward I must look. My favorite by far is the crane.

People this is not peaceful! It's incredibly difficult and is listed as an "intermediate" yoga position. Really? Intermediate? Go ahead and consider me a beginner. It's ok if you want to laugh when you look at this and image me falling flat on my face. I also laugh when I fall flat on my face.

All that said, I did enjoy my yoga time. It makes me feel tall for some reason. I get done and I swear I've grown at least half an inch. Next day I have shrunk and walk like a granny because I am so sore, but the half inch feels good for a couple of hours.

And as always, always athletic hubs has continued to be athletic. Another athlete in our home group asked Mat if he wanted to be a part of his team for the Fort Worth Mud Run. It's essentially a longer version of the Warrior Dash but you have to do it in boots and pants. Yup, boots AND pants. So no, I did not participate in the Mud Run - I know you are shocked.

So Mat's team of 5 had to stay within 15 seconds of each other and cross the finish line together. My good friend @Zaaaaack was awesome and came to take pictures of the event, and help me mock always athletic hubs (my favorite part of the day actually). We were able to see them in about 5 or 6 of the 18 obstacles. So here is some photo documentation for your viewing pleasure - feel free to add your own mocking comments.

One of my favorites! Thats always athletic hubs up to his arm pits in mud and getting splashed in the face with muddy water. Nas-ty, and awesome.

Crawling on his hands and knees in the mud. Bleh.

This is the first time I saw always athletic hubs since the start of the race when he was clean. Also the time I bent over laughing with all I had and saying "you look ridiculous!"

Since we are married, you know "two become one", I feel like I have also completed the Mud Run. Thank you for your congratulations on my accomplishment. Good thing always athletic hubs made up for the recent athletic failure of his other half.

Coffee - thats my theory 2/22/2010

Hubs has been on the road a lot recently so I have been making my trek to LA (pronounced "la", in my own personal language) fitness all alone...insert sad face and big sigh here. Even though I have been going on my own I've been proud of myself for not slacking. I have been running farther, not so much faster but farther and not really complaining too too much - at least for me, thats the standard right?

Well hubs was back in town and we went to work out on Saturday. Turns out I was having an off day, even more off than my usually off-ness, and just down right quit running a mile before planned - I just could not go any more. Breathing? Not so much. Lead legs? absolutely. So when I quit something and feel like I got beat by the always athletic hubs my natural reaction is to be upset, ok fine angry, I was angry.

So he quits with me and we decide to do an arms workout as well. I have partially accomplished the p90x workouts enough to know the arms video by heart. During my arms workout I get a cramp in my left hamstring, shoot fire did that hurt! My angry instantly turns to being pissed off and what do you know cramp in the right hamstring! Now I am pissed off and basically paralyzed. I told always athletic hubs that I was basically paralyzed and he didn't believe me and the he laughed - other athletic hubs out there take it from me, that. is. a. bad. move. So I am even more pissed but I need his athletic knowledge to make me feel better so I gave him the angry eyes, he got the picture and told me to walk it out. We went to get some water and then jumped back into the arms workout that I suffered through.

So now bringing it back to the title. I have a theory on why my body revolted: Hubs made me go get coffee before we worked out. And by "made" I mean "suggested" and I complied, but made is my choice of word so there you have it - he made me. Then yesterday at dinner with the athletic friends who also run hubs trys to tell me that Lance Armstrong drinks coffee before bike rides on Saturdays...Wow, thats a great comparison - Me and Lance, we probably have a lot in common including our physical makeup and overall in shape-ness.

Coffee is the culprit and I swear to never give in to the hubs saturday morning coffee coercion before a workout again.

Even The Treadmill Knows 2/02/2010

I knew that the "man that was a good run" feeling wouldn't last for long.

Last night I laced up, feeling like maybe it was going to be a good night. I got to the gym waited for just the right treadmill (tips on how to pick a treadmill soon...it's an art really) and started my warm up walk/jog. The treadmill picked up and a good 5 minutes into my run I was hurting, bad, like side stitch that makes breathing difficult kind of bad. This made me mad so I made the treadmill go faster, obvious response right? I figure I can run through it and be better for it later...wrong. The treadmill must have known I was over-doing it and 12 minutes into my run it stopped, not a "Hey, I'm slowing down you should start walking because I'm going to stop" kind of way but a "I'm done. I quit. You suck at this and I refuse to help you in this useless endeavor" complete halt kind of way. Result: I ran directly into the neat little bar that can tell you your heart rate - which in turn shocked me. Audible laughter from the folks behind me. Error message on the treadmill screen. FML.

Seething, I spotted another treadmill and tried to pick up where I left off. I set my top speed super high so it wouldn't make me walk for two or three minutes before I started running, this turned out to be a major fail. During my run I could not change my max speed only the current speed so every minute and twenty seconds or so I was sprinting to a 8.5 speed trying to slow that sucker down to something manageable. When it was finally over I left the gym defeated.

Today I will be doing an arms workout.

I Must Be Crazy 1/12/2010

I don't run. I would not at all call myself a runner or any sort of athlete for that matter. I work out when I want to be in better shape but never because I think it is going to be fun. I am inconsistent, there have been times I consistently worked out but those periods lasted no longer than 90 days (I didn't finish my P90X - sorry Tony).

Over the Holidays I was at Barnes and Noble with hubs (who happens to be a consistent athlete who choses to work out for fun) and he was reading a Runners World magazine while I was reading Eating Animals (he reads about working out while I read about mass consumption - we were made for each other) and hubs came across a "challenge". Said challenge - "Run every distance on every terrain in a year" - or "hell on earth". My natural reaction was to balk, and then I caved (another trait I seem to have at times) and agreed that it would be fun for Mat and I to do this together. I was obviously not myself at the moment but I think it's too late - I am committed.

You should also know that I like to make fun of myself and others, a trait that seems to be stronger when I am frustrated, angry, losing a real or made-up-in-my-head competition or just failing in general - my assumption is that I will be experiencing all of these emotions/situations in the coming weeks and months. Knowing my tendency to run my mouth is going to escalate I choose to let any and all participate in my ramblings.

So I am an inconsistent non-athlete who committed to running no fewer than 6 races this year. It's going to be a long road, it's all up hill from here, I'm in for the long haul, insert your choice of running/distance cliche here. I may die but that would be better than quitting.