May 2010
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Day 26: Huh.
We last left our heroine (me) plagued with aches and wondering if this was all a bust. Today, we discover that things aren’t so bad.
After my sad little run yesterday I was pretty gimpy… I was slow going down stairs and generally extremely sore. But I took some meds, and last night after a delicious dinner (more on that in a sec) I did some extra stretching. This morning I still felt...
April 2010
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Day 25: Forcing it
After my interval training yesterday I put on both of my probably-inappropriate knee braces, in a misguided effort to pressure my legs into functioning properly. Each of the last two times I’ve adopted semi-serious running plans I’ve bought a knee brace, without asking for advice, because I am overly proud and stubborn about asking salespeople for help and looking like an idiot who...
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Days 21-24
Sunday, fittingly, is my day of rest in this running plan. This Sunday (day 21) was also a day of learning to make margaritas from scratch. And a day of not reading the “Common ratios” section on the margarita entry on Wikipedia very closely — or really at all — and instead relying on the easiest version on some other website (3:2:1, where 3 is tequila, 2 is triple sec and 1 is lime...
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Yesterday, day 20: Five miles. Barely.
Ooof.
After last Saturday’s 4.5 mile run, and after buying new running shoes on Wednesday, I was feeling pretty prepared for this one.
The funny thing about training, especially when you’re like me and haven’t ever really run very far, is how it all starts to feel very precise. Or, at least, you try to make things precise, which is a losing battle. I’ve mapped out all...
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Day 18: I should be running right now
It’s not too late! I won’t be leaving the office for another hour. I’m not particularly jazzed about doing work nor am I slammed with emails forcing me to do work. I should be running 3.5 miles. I’m not.
This is the first post of its kind (hopefully the last): the brutally honest procrastination post. I can’t even believe I’m writing it, because, well, if I...
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Day 17, or: interval training is a bitch
(Why yes, I did go back and count up my training days in order to have a counter. Seventeen seems much more impressive than the 11 days I actually did what I was supposed to do, two of which are “rest.”)
I’m making baby steps. Not in running; in admitting to people that I am training for a half-marathon. A week ago, despite having paid for the damn thing, I was still telling...
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After my long run on Saturday, I found myself occasionally thinking about how I’d run more than I intended that day, how it didn’t feel so bad at the end of it, how now I knew I could run four-and-change miles that five miles this coming weekend wasn’t a big deal, etc. I also thought about how compared to that, the three miles I had to run two of the days this week* was no...
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"Long run"
Yesterday I ran my first “long run” of the training. This marked the first time I’ve ever run in Golden Gate Park, the first time I’ve run more than four miles (accident!), the second time I’ve hit the four mile mark at all, the maybe third time I’ve ever run outside in San Francisco and the first time I’ve been late to brunch as a result of exercise....
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Today I decided to do some kind of interval-ly training. My speed running outdoors yesterday, 5.7 or so, was higher than I’ve been running indoors on the treadmill (usually 5 or 5.5mph). So clearly I am capable of running slightly faster than I think. I am still pretty darn slow, though, so some sort of interval/sprint training needs to happen and sprints terrify me. So fake intervals it...
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So. I have done it, and signed up for a half marathon, which apparently I must do now in just about 14 weeks. I was tooootttalllly on my training schedule* for the first three days (two runs, one Burn class), and then I missed a day and was grumpy, was back on schedule for a day by which I mean I went to personal training (part of my schedule, guys), and then utterly blew it for the weekend. In my...
A productive night. First, I finally did my taxes, so no longer will I cringe during Turbo Tax commercials (for the next three days). While I did that, I finally, finally watched “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart,” the movie I’ve had out from Netflix for… um… nine months? (Wow, that was longer than even I expected.) It was not worth the approximately $80 rental fee....
Ramparts and Rampage on Main Street →
Welcome back to our inland island. What, haven’t been this way before? Don’t worry, even if you’re new it seems familiar, a shade of an America you may know.
Word from the north, and I am envious and many other things I can’t identify.
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13.1
For more than a year now (and in fact inching closer to two), I’ve been tossing about the idea of running a half marathon. The most I’ve ever run in one go is four miles (once, on a treadmill), and I consider myself (correctly, I think) one of the worst runners evar. I mean, I run approximately 5 mph, which is much more like a jog than a run (in other words, I run a TWELVE MINUTE...
