I’m slowly getting my running back on track. I ran 9.2 flat miles last week over four runs. This week, I’ve run 9 miles so far over three runs. Two of the runs were around my very hilly neighborhood. I’ve been avoiding hills because my specific injury is exacerbated by running downhill. I felt fine, though, maybe a little tight, but definitely no pain. I’m hoping to run at least four miles this weekend, maybe five, in my “long” run. I’ll drive to the flats again, though, to lessen the impact on my leg. I think from the perspective of stress on my leg, three very hilly miles is at least equivalent to four, maybe five, flat miles.
I’m excited about getting into shape again, but getting up in the morning is BRUTAL. It’s so easy to make excuses. The important thing is form a habit. Once the habit is formed, it’ll get easier, right? But right now, temperatures are ideal, it’s not raining, and it’s light. In four to six weeks, it’s going to be cold, rainy and dark. Eek. Better not to think about it.
Goal-wise, I’m contemplating the Seattle half marathon. For obvious reasons – weather – there aren’t a lot of races in midwinter Seattle. The Seattle half is the only major race, and it is extremely hilly with over 1000 feet of elevation gain. Unfortunately, though, there aren’t any flat options with more than a hundred or so runners, and I like having company. I could give the long races a break and train for a 5K or a 10K, but I find the long distance motivating.
Having taken a few months off running, I’m seeing all the down-sides of starting again: less time, not just due to the time of running, but also because I’m more tired and need more sleep, even with a 3 mile run. The tiredness is really a big deal – I just want to relax and watch TV in the evening rather than knit or do other productive things, and I definitely need to go to bed earlier. They say running makes you energetic, but I have not seen any evidence of this.
It’s the first of September today. Good riddance to bad rubbish as far as August goes. And July. Will September be better? Who knows. I’d never have guessed what this summer would hold, and now fall is approaching, and I hope it’ll be better. The general philosophy of just putting one foot in front of the other is encouraging to me. It’s just about getting through the day, whether it’s good, bad or horrible, and then the next one. I know my mere presence is huge for my kids, if not for anyone else. Life is a lot better now than it was even a couple weeks ago, though I still feel this need to replace what I lost, and I just don’t know if that’ll happen, and I fear going through morning sickness again.
QOTD – Lay down. Bleed awhile. Get back up, and fight again.
I’m not really feeling it though. Only some things are worth fighting for.
I ran 3 miles today, longest run in a while. The short-term history is that after missing five weeks due to my “illness,” I went out, angry and upset, and ran 7 hilly miles and injured myself. Pretty sure it was my IT Band. Taking two weeks off didn’t fix it, so I started more stretching, foam rolling (aka self-massage), and strengthening. A week after that, and I was able to run 2 miles pain free. Today I ran 3 flat miles and felt good. 9:30 pace, 150 HR. Tired, hot and very out of shape, but still good. The nice thing about starting from zero is that the fitness gains are very obvious with (relatively) little effort.
I am a sucker for all the ads from Nike and friends. I like the taglines. Just do it. No excuses. Those two pretty much sum it up as far as running goes. I think anyone can do amazing things if they adopt that attitude. But I’m full of excuses right now. 5 weeks of no running, and I went out for a 7 mile hilly run. Dumb. Obviously. Not surprisingly, I injured myself. Rather than call H to pick me up, I slogged out the last two miles home and made it worse. It’s not serious. I’ll be back running in a week or three at worst but still. The want is coming back though. Immediately after, I didn’t want to work. Didn’t want to run. Basically didn’t want to do anything. I’m remembering what it feels like to work hard and reap the rewards, such as they are. I’ve been thinking a lot about my 1:43 half marathon lately. 1:43 is nothing amazing – great for me, unattainable for some, terrible for others. For me, it represented a lot of running in the cold, in the dark, on ice, early mornings, sacrifice. I want to try again and see what I can achieve.
At the same time, I can’t help but think about #3. And for me, #3 means putting everything on hold – running, work, etc. It means absolute misery for two months at a bare minimum, likely closer to three, and nothing resembling running for about a year. I’m 38. The clock is ticking on ability to be procreate again, to run fast. Basically everything physical. I wonder if it’s as real for men? For a woman, there’s no denying age. Menopause will remind you if nothing else. One of my older mom friends was talking to me about menopause and how it’s sucking for her today. It’s coming.
In other news, it’s sign-up time for fall activities. B will be doing soccer once a week and twice a week individual swim lessons. They only offered daytime group lessons Mondays and Wednesdays, when she has preschool, so individual it is. (The major drawback is cost.) She’s been making rather painful process in her group lessons. She currently has a teacher who is tough and makes her do things she doesn’t want to which results in tears. It is hard for me to watch, but I cannot deny she’s making progress. And she says she likes her teacher. So Bri will have 9 hours of preschool (MWF), 1 hour of swim (TR), and 1 hour of soccer on Tuesday mornings. It should be enough to keep her busy.
L’s freestyle is starting to look kind of awesome (even if she can only do it 10 or 15 yards), but I’m not sure yet if we’ll do fall swim lessons for her. I feel like school is such a huge commitment, I don’t want her to be overwhelmed. Dance is her favorite activity. I am not a huge fan of dance. I don’t like the costumes. I don’t like what pointe shoes do to feet. I don’t like the ultra-competitive nature of ballet. I don’t like the lack of team that you have in group sports. I don’t like that it lasts all year instead of just a season. But it can’t be denied that she loves it, so dance will be her primary activity. She’ll probably do an hour of dance after school, once a week. We’ll also possibly do a weekend swim lesson. And that’ll be it to start, as she adjusts to first grade and gets used to being spoken to in French again.
I’m feeling under the weather this weekend, and the H has the kids, so I’ve been watching a lot of Netflix. What a waste, but I really do feel quite lousy. In any case, I rewatched the movie Copenhagen. It’s quite good. The premise is that a 14-year-old Danish girl and a 28-year-old American male tourist form a connection which is not entirely innocent. The thing is, the idea of a 28 year old and a 14 year old is disgusting, but when you watch the movie, it doesn’t seem unappealing. Why? Well, the “14-year-old” actress is played by a 20-year-old who more or less looks her real age. The male actor is 30, but looks young. The movie would have been a lot more challenging if they’d actually used a young actress, or at the very least an actress who looked young. Nevertheless, it’s oddly good, and falls on the list of my favorite romances.
A few other romantic favorites? When Harry Met Sally, Bridget Jones, Before Sunset, Amelie, Cairo Time, Atonement, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Lost in Translation, Monsoon Wedding, The Piano