I am still having issues with my ankle/shin and it is really stressing me out. I am not sure even how to explain it. There is this weird tightness that comes and goes. I can run/walk on it, and maybe half the time, I “feel” it, and other times, it’s totally fine. It’s really stressing me out. I’ve had my fair of serious injuries, but I’ve also had a fair share of “niggles” aka things that bothered me then went away randomly on their own. I am not really sure what to do. I am thinking I will see how it is by the end of the weekend. If it’s not better, than I may call a doctor. Which is the last thing I want to do. Ugh. I cautiously went out this morning, and it went okay. My legs were tired from trying to sprint yesterday. It doesn’t help that I am hyper aware of the area either. Last night, I did the hop test (If you can hop on the leg on its own for 10 times, its likely not a fracture), and Tim put pressure on the bone and it didn’t hurt, so that made me feel a little better. Maybe I will call my PT. MAYBE IT WILL JUST GO AWAY. Last night, we stopped by Sara’s happy hour and hung out with Liz and ate blood orange carrots. I also tried a delicious cherry whiskey. Other than that, I AM SO EXCITED for a three-day weekend. Tomorrow evening, my running club is getting together to belatedly celebrate Pittsburgh. Our significant others are coming along too, so that’s fun. Otherwise, no real plans. A friend of mine is going to be in town, so we are going to hang out. I am really looking forward to that. I am crossing my fingers and toes for some drama-less running.
That means my wedding is officially “next month.” Crazy, huh? Planning has been a little stressful lately, as our RSVPs are past due, and I am still trying to hunt people down. It’s frustrating, you know? All you have to do is check a box and put it in your mailbox! Why are you adding more stress to my life? Should I just assume you are not coming because you don’t care enough to send a reply in? Oy.
I had my dress fitting last night, and good news, it fits and doesn’t need too many alterations. Bad news? The first thing she said to me was “That’s some tan line.”
This morning, I set out to do speedwork. I did the same workout I did two weeks ago. Two miles warm up, followed by six 800s, with an 800 in between each. FULL DISCLOSURE: HERE ARE MY SPLITS. IT DID NOT GO WELL.
Two weeks ago, my AVERAGE pace was 3:19. Today, my legs felt so heavy, I just couldn’t turn them over fast enough no matter what I did. I felt frustrated. But then I checked the temperature and it was 98 percent humidity with a dew point of 64.
I still felt kind of shitty, but I thought about what my old coach would have said, and I truly believe it would have been something like, “Of course your times were affected by that. Stop beating yourself up. You got out there.” I suppose that is true. I could have blown it off. It is just frustrating to be THAT much slower, you know?
And now it’s time to make the doughnuts.
Who likes numbers? Here are my splits from Sunday. As you can see, I pretty much went out too quickly, and then struggled. After seeing “7:53″ pop up after the ninth mile, I remember thinking, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER.” I did not want to be passed by the 1:40 pace group. Interestingly enough, that was the fastest pace group they offered.
So, that is that. I think that is my last long race until the fall. Too hot, too hot.
Yesterday morning, Tim and I had a hot date in the weight room, which is commonly referred to as the dungeon by all Y members. You know, when Tim first started going to the Y, I kept telling him he would soon have all these “gym friends” or “Y friends.” And he rolled his eyes at me and told me I am just too friendly and make friends whenever I can. Yet, many guys in the weight room know his name and do fist bumps. Hmmm.
Anyway, I did this workout.
45 X 5
65 X 5
85 x 3
105 x 6 x 3
45 x 5
60 x 8
60 x 9 x 2
35 x 7 x 3
50 x 10 x 3
Overhead seated press
20 x 10 x 3
I woke up this morning tired. Although I went to bed at 8, my fitbit told me I only got 7 hours and 23 minutes of real sleep. My legs are also so tired, which I will attribute to running a half and then back squatting yesterday. It’s good I don’t wear a watch. I am pretty sure I would have come home in a way worse mood.
Tonight, I have my first dress fitting. I hope the size we ordered back in November is still appropriate. I am supposed to bring my shoes, which are going to be a very basic flip flop because yolo.
I cannot even begin to express how excited I am for a three-day weekend that does not involve my suitcase.
This weekend was so jam-packed, I don’t even know where to begin. The only things I disliked were all the time in the car and the lack of sleep.
Friday lunch = weight room. I like to log my workouts here for reference.
5 x 95
3 x 115
5 x 135
5 x 40
5 x 45
5 x 50 x 2
6 x 50
10 x 40 x 2
10 x 50
Overhead Press (Standing)
20 x 10 x 3
Lunges with 25 overhead plate
After work, Tim and I got on the road for Media, where his college bff, his wife and their son live. We got to their house right around 7, and we spent most of the night hanging out and relaxing on the back porch.
Ethan is totally my favorite baby. He is so well-behaved and happy.
He only gets cranky when he is hungry. Hmmm, that sure sounds like someone else I know.
Also, my college roommate Alex, who coincidentally lives nearby, stopped in to say hello. I haven’t seen him in real life in about two years, so it was so wonderful to hug him and catch up in person.
So, around 10, I decided to go to bed, while mostly everyone else went to the bar. I slept in until 7 (miracle!) and then went for a shitty run. I don’t know what was wrong, but everything just felt off. Running 8:30s felt impossible, I just kept beating myself up for “sucking so bad.” This is why I really can’t run with a watch. I just abuse it. Anyway, I ran 11 miles and berated myself for 90 percent of it, so that was a fun morning. Luckily, I had my bff to hang out with when I got home.
We ate a late lunch, then lounged around for a while, which I really, really needed. I think I have been especially moody because I have just been so busy lately, I am really worn out and need some down time. Begrudgingly, Tim and I began to get ready for the wedding. We swung by Trader Joe’s first for some basics, and then drove the hour to the ceremony. It poured rain the entire day, I felt really bad for my cousin. She looked so stunning though.
After the ceremony, we had some time to kill, so we went to a local pub with my parents, brother, his girlfriend, my sister, her date and my mom’s cousin. I had chips and salsa because that was all I could eat on the menu. My dad wanted to know why I wouldn’t eat a chicken quesadilla. Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I have been a vegetarian for 15 years?
Anyway, we hung out there for a while, then drove over to the reception. My grandma looked so beautiful.
I posted this picture on social media even though I look fat. I love my grandma so much. I felt sad about leaving early, and started to second guess my decision. But I made a commitment and I wanted to follow through.
After dinner (I didn’t eat), Tim and I left, and in shocking news, I fell sound asleep for 80 percent of the drive home. We got home after 11, and after unpacking and making a snack, I fell into bed right before midnight.
I woke up at 2 to pee, and my ankle was bothering me, so I convinced myself it’s a stress fracture and laid in bed for two hours worrying about it. I eventually did fall back asleep.
I was not a happy person when my alarm went off, and again, I questioned what the hell I was doing and WHY. I struggled getting out of bed, and I finally got myself together and ran the mile ish to the start. Fortunately, it was overcast and in the 60s, but it was very muggy out. I felt sticky just from that quick run. I picked up my bib and met up with my friend Amanda (thank GOD, other wise I would have just standing around solo like a ninny.)
My goal was to run sub 1:40. I ran 1:37 last year, but last year, the race was in September, and I think the weather was better. I hated the first few miles, I didn’t know why I was doing this and I was an all-around angry elf. My pace was bouncing all over the place, and I just tried to stick to a 7:30ish. I got into a groove and started to feel better. I know this course really well, and that always helps me mentally to know where I am. Around mile 8, I started to get antsy again, but I did some quick math and I realized even if I slowed the pace a little, as long as I stayed sub-8, I’d be fine. The humidity was really getting to me, and my drenched clothes were weighing me down. All I kept thinking was “I am too fat and need to lose weight to run fast.” Truth. Lose some weight, KL. And despite a large amount of body glide, my armpits were chafing. Tim met me at mile 12 with a bottle of water, as requested, and it was the best present ever. Plus, I only had one last mile. I knew I was in the home stretch.
While running across the bridge to the finish line, I realized if I picked it up, I could finish under 1:39, and that I did. 1:38.51. I am happy with it.
My friend Amanda ran a PR with 1:33. SHE IS SO FAST. She is my idol.
After finishing, I hung around for a while, and after I stood up from my cafeteria-style seat, there was a puddle of sweat under me. I am so gross! Why do I sweat so much?
I ran into my friend Tom on my way home, so he ran with me, which was awesome.
Then, I took a shower, grocery shopped and did some work. Then, Tim and I walked to our favorite bar to discuss important adult things like finances. He tricked me by saying, “Hey, want to go to Shady’s?” And I was like “F YES.” Then, he pulled out some notebook with numbers. Rude.
This was really long. I think you should get a prize if you read it all.
And here we are. Short work week though. HOLLA.
Yesterday, I came home from work and crawled into bed. I was so tired. Keeping my eyes open was such a struggle. I felt like such a zombie all day. Fortunately, a cat nap powered me through dinner.
Tim and I had originally planned to go out to dinner with his mom and sister, who was visiting, but that got canceled, so we ate dinner and caught up on OITNB. This season is sort of getting better? We have four episodes left.
We are traveling again this weekend. I almost had a nervous breakdown packing yesterday. I don’t know how I can reiterate it anymore. I am EXHAUSTED. I just want one weekend with no plans.
Regardless, tonight we are headed to Tim’s best friend’s home near Philly for the evening, then tomorrow is my cousin’s wedding. then we are driving back after so I can participate in the half. I am somehow even more exhausted thinking about it. I am also convinced my ankle is totally f’ed and I am going to totally do awful.
Luckily, we are reserved next weekend to do nothing. I cannot wait.
Here is a picture of my parents’ dog, Rudy for no reason other than he is a million years old and my favorite.
I am so tired.
Tuesday night was fun. My dad was super surprised by our appearance, and he seemed super happy we came. We sat through the ceremony, then the after-party, then we went out for drinks and food, and all I could eat were chips and salsa, so that was my dinner. And vodka.
My whole family was there, so it was really nice to see everyone.
I was up way too late, and it was so hard to not eat the late-night pizza they brought home, but I survived. I was up bright and early yesterday to go running. I ran my favorite seven-mile loop solo, then picked up my mom for four more. It was nice.
We got on the road pretty early, and then I worked in the afternoon.
I kicked off today with a run. My left ankle is still bothering me. It just feels really tight, and I can feel it, if that makes sense. I stopped in the middle of my run and tied my left shoe super, super tight and that seemed to help. Hopefully, it is nothing. Right? Right.
At least it’s already Thursday?
I went out for a nice, easy run today and then some lady tried to race me, so it turned into a bit of a fartlek run. We first came across an intersection around the same time, and after stopping, she passed me. I let her go, whatever, I get passed all the time. We came to a fork in the path, and she went right, and I went left, and when the path came back together, I was ahead of her. She then spent nearly two miles RIGHT BEHIND ME or next to me. It was so annoying. Either pass me or don’t.
I eventually dropped her, and it was such a joy when I later saw her way ahead of me on the bridge. I gunned it. Sometimes, my competitive side gets the best of me. Usually, it is only against myself. Speaking of, I decided to run the half this weekend. I just love this little running community too much to let a big race go un-run because I don’t run too well in the heat. Who cares ? (I may be singing a different tune come Sunday.) I am just excited to see some friends and run a good route and hopefully not run too slow.
Other than that, Tim and I are working half days (which means I am missing my office summer picnic grr) and heading to WB for the evening to see my dad receive some important award. I am looking forward to air conditioning, running my favorite route tomorrow, joining my mom for a few miles and seeing my family. I hope my dress from three years ago still fits.