It’s Friday Five and Runfessions time, but I have a little bit more to get off my chest this month, apparently. Yes, I’m bringing you six runfessions. I bet I could have brought a lot more!
I’m joining Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice to get a few peccadilloes off my chest. Want to know what yogurt I’m talking about? You’ll need to read on.
So good at wicking you can wear it more than once!
I runfess . . . I wore one of my Skirtsports Wonder Wool tees for my hike with running buddy J. And I wore the same tee for our long run the next day.
I runfess . . .
It had been so long since I’d run with Bandit, I totally forgot about the hands free leash.
I runfess . . .
I couldn’t find my gaiters for the trail race so I ordered new ones. Then I found them. And of course ended up not running the race anyway. But now I’m totally prepared to hit the trails (at the time when the trails are about to become unrunnable!).
I runfess . . .
I talked about how I had to run around people at the park in my Weekly Wrap here. What I didn’t tell you was that I let fly some expletives — while they were still in earshot. I’m so tired of path hoggers.
They couldn’t hear me coming up behind them, but that they could hear (and laughed it off).
I runfess . . . I was draining the whey off of my yogurt when what was left in the container plopped into my sink. And that was all the yogurt I had left. So I tried to scoop as much from the top as I could, and yes, I ate it. And lived to tell the tale.
I runfess . . . After Stockadeathon (read about it here), I stopped at Whole Foods so I could buy some sushi for dinner. Feeling the need for a treat, I bought a Vegan Chocolate PB Filled cupcake and a cookie. I had the cupcake when I got home, and then the cookie after dinner.
Mr. Judy flew home with a layover in Chicago the next day, and was delayed. He called to let me know and wanted to know if I wanted him to bring me any Garretts (you may remember Garretts played a starring role in last month’s runfessions).
You have to know when to fold up
I quickly said NO!!!!!
Would you curse someone out right as you pass them?
Worn clothes to work out in — again & again?
What do you have to runfess from November? Come join us
Wineglass may have been the very first day of October (read about it here), so maybe that just means I’ve been holding out on you guys, cause it sure provided me with plenty of runfessions!
What’s a runfession, you ask? Well, it’s the sort of thing you’d only fess up to another runner, cause we get it; significant others will either give you the blank stare or the eye roll. Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and let’s get those runfessions off of our chests.
Snack of champions . . .
I runfess . . . Garrett’s Popcorn has become my lucky charm for halfs this year. With a connection in Chicago for all my flights, I indulged in my love of their cheesecorn. And I runfess that the bag seemed to get bigger and bigger each time.
And since I wasn’t flying for Wineglass, I just ordered it online. With 9 other women going, I didn’t know if I’d have to share or not, so I bought two tins with different flavors to share (one of them was on sale). No one wanted any, really. The extra went into work with Mr. Judy (and his boss was appreciative).
I have some tart cherry juice using my wineglass swag each night (far less than above!)
I runfess . . .
That was no warmup mile or dynamic stretching before Wineglass. I was wearing clown pants (aka throaway sweatpants 2 sizes too big), so too hard to run. And we hung out in the nice warm school until just about the last minute; the school and the start were far too crowded to do my stretching — although people definitely tried.
Would it have made a difference to my race? I really don’t think so. I started out extremely well and right where I wanted to be.
I runfess . . .
I mentioned Poppleton Bakery previously. So in addition to #allthepopcorn, and the very large bagel, I ate a buckeye from there on Saturday. And bought a chocolate peanut butter cupcake for after the race, only we stopped in again after the race. And I bought another buckeye and a chocolate mint cookie dough truffle (more cookie than truffle).
Then I ordered the Chocolate Peanut Butter Landslide cake for dessert after my cinnamon swirl french toast (with a couple of eggs on the side for recovery) for dinner that night. I did share my dessert with several of my runner friends.
Then I had that chocolate peanut butter cupcake after walking around Watkins Glen and lunch the following day.
Somewhere in there there was more popcorn and that cookie dough truffle. And Rachel @ Runningonhappy was worried about my “fast”. This girl knows how to carb load and recover!
I runfess . . . I shared my detailed race checklist with the Wineglass girls. One of those items was throwaway gloves.
Don’t ask me why I didn’t follow my own advice. Actually, I do know why I didn’t: I thought I’d be able to draw the arms of throaway sweatshirt and the Skirtsports Bolero over my hands.
The problem? My hydration vest. So I ended up tying that sweatshirt around my neck, draped over my shoulders, so it would be easy to get rid of. And I needed to push back the Bolero on my left wrist so I could see my Garmin.
It was 35F at the start. My hands were so cold. But they’ve been colder; I lived in VT for seven years.
I runfess . . . I wore the race tee from my very first 10k to the Great Pumpkin as a throwaway tee. It’s cotton and I haven’t worn it in years. Maybe it jinxed me.
Because in that first 10k, I had only been to the race location once. I’d only lived here a few years at that point and I hadn’t been running long either. But I thought I knew where the race start was.
I was walking, I was walking, I was walking . . . and when I saw no one else walking towards a race start, I realized I was going the wrong way and had to run to the start, just barely making it in time.
Well, that tee can’t jinx me anymore. I did, indeed, throw it away in Saratoga Park.
Every felt like some race swag was jinxed?
Had a close call getting to the start line of a race?
What do you have to runfess from October? Come join us
And one last real question for you. There’s a trail race on Sunday. We’re supposed to get a real soaker on Sunday. Sometimes it shows it starting in the afternoon, other times it just says rain heavy at times. The Wineglass girls are meeting to run long Saturday. What would you do? Trust the notoriously bad weather forecasters? Just go for it? Or play it safe? Probably by the time you answer I’ll have registered . . . or not. Registration closes tomorrow morning at 10 am. Not sure yet if there is day off registration.
It’s never enough, right? Never enough time, never fast enough, never enough states, never enough races. It seems that way, but it really isn’t. If you listen carefully to your body and your heart and the significant others in your life, you’ll know why you’re biting off more than you can chew.
You may not like it, but I like to say that things have a way of working out. And they do. It doesn’t seem that way when we’re in the throws of something that seems bad, and yet in hindsight, we often find that that bad thing may actually have turned out to be a good thing.
Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and find out what all the bloggers are getting off their chests as we move into Fall.
I runfess . . . Despite knowing that it’s been a long time of fairly non-stop training, I began to think about a November/December half. I mean, why not, right?
But then I whacked myself upside the head because I knew that I’m tired, my body’s tired, and it’s time for a break. Not that I don’t have some shorter races that I hope to do.
I runfess . . .
That using a race as a training or recovery run just isn’t easy for me. I may be slow (hey, I read a blog post this morning talking about being “BOTP” and their time was faster than my PR) but I do like to race.
So there I was last week: a tempo run, speedwork, a long run and a 5k the day afterwards.
I runfess I was almost glad that it was definitely too hot to really race.
I runfess . . .
I kept trying to figure out how to get one last swim in before my race. I haven’t been able to swim much, due to the pool being closed, and I know that when it gets really cold I won’t want to.
But the weeks were filled with the usual, plus an eye doctor appointment, that long run + race (see above), a cooking class (at least something fun!), a chiropractor appointment, and taking Lola to the vet at night for a consultation for a dental — a vet that’s almost 30 minutes away. And, of course, a little matter of packing for my race.
I sadly let my swim go.
I runfess . . . . . . that when I realized I’d brought 2 left shoes to my parents’ apartment, I was not happy. I actually tried one of them on my right foot. It was quickly obvious that wouldn’t work; I wasn’t that desperate! But hey, I saw someone running barefoot in my 5k last Sunday. And almost a mile of that race is on a trail!
I runfess . . . . . . that for about the last 2 years, I’ve had my halfs all lined up, one right after the other. Boom, boom, boom. Until now. I have no halfs scheduled for 2018. I have some thoughts, but so far, there’s nothing that’s called to me so strongly that I felt I needed to sign up right now.
But stay tuned. There just might be something a little different in 2018. And no, it’s not a marathon! Or at least, as of this moment, I am not signed up for a marathon and do not plan to sign up for one, either.
Any guesses to what I may be thinking of for 2018?
Ever had a shoe catastrophe (remember the trail shoe that came apart in my race)?
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It seems as though most of August’s Runfessions are brought to you by my senior moments. And lemme tell you, they’ve come fast and furious in August. Not to mention the fact that I had this post mostly written ahead of time and yet somehow failed to realize that it was time for it!
Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and find out what all the bloggers are getting off their chests in August..
All wrapped up . . . in August!I runfess . . . Oops! I did it again. One day at the beginning of the month I ran on a really humid day. I was completely soaked by the time I was done. I used a shower wipe, but even though I had brought a dress to change into (I needed to run errands afterwards), I just couldn’t bring myself to try to Houdini my way out of those sweaty clothes.
Which is exactly why I was shopping on a hot day in a long sleeved wrap. I did not stay in those clothes once I got home — couldn’t wait to get out of them, in fact!
I runfess . . .
I totally forgot to apply any anti chafing cream on a humid day but luckily managed to escape chafe free. Chafing is really random for me.
Case in point: on my 9 mile long run I got some mild chafing in an unmentionable area. Wearing the same skirt I’ve basically worn on most of my summer long runs. Random. And uncomfortable.
I runfess . . .
I have a tendency to zone out. To go on autopilot. It’s truly amazing that I haven’t caused accidents. For instance, there was the time I drove past my own neighborhood because I was lost in my thoughts.
The pool I swim at has three locker rooms: one for women, one for men, and one they call physiotherapy because it has the steam room and sauna. And one day I was walking down the hall, lost in my own thoughts again, and right into the men’s locker room.
There was a naked guy toweling off.
Thankfully, I don’t think he actually saw me.
I runfess . . . Despite getting enough sleep most days, I still seem to be having a lot of senior moments. Although this latest incident happened after my a weekend filled with my 10 mile long run and our visit to my parents. It was a couple of days later, but still, it was a stressful, tiring weekend.
Darlene had the day off due to a funeral, unfortunately; but she had time enough to meet up for a run, so we made our plans. I had more miles to run then her, so the plan was for me to get there before her and get in my warmup miles.
Which is exactly what I did. I worried a bit about morning traffic and getting there on time, but I was done a few minutes before we were supposed to meet up. Only . . . she wasn’t there, which is very unusual. As I’m texting her, a text from her comes in . . . she is at the meeting place — I’d read her message and completely missed the fact that she wanted to meet at a different place than we used to meet up at.
So we ran towards each other. Then ran together for about 1 1/2 miles, where I turned around, because I was already at 4 miles & didn’t want to run more than my allotted six or walk forever. I just assumed that she’d catch up to me since she’s so much faster . . . but she never did.
We did meet up at the end to chat a bit.
I runfess . . . My suitcase from UT is still sitting on the bedroom floor. It’s unpacked, but one of the Kodiak Muffin Cups exploded in the suitcase (note to self: don’t pack something that can explode all over your clothes in a checked bag). What a mess. I just haven’t gotten around to vacuuming it out yet.
Everybody’s luck runs out sometime . . .
Any amusing senior moments going on in your world?
Ever walked into the wrong locker room? Did you escape unnoticed?
What do you have to runfess from August? Come join us
July may have been quiet, but I still have a few runfessions to get off my chest. Or thighs, or buns . . . it seems like food is the theme in a lot of them this month!
Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers — reading other bloggers’ runfessions might just make you feel better..
I runfess . . . I have a tendency to bit off more than I can chew — literally and figuratively. The literally being I tend to be a volume girl when eating (don’t give me teeny tiny portions!).
The figuratively being I get caught up in what I want to do vs what I should do vs what what’s realistic to do, and sometimes tire myself out needlessly. Take last Friday, for instance. I wanted to bake some stuff to bring to a party I was going to. And I just wanted to test out a lot of recipes I’d been eyeing for a while!
So I:
Walked the dogs
Made a smoothie to sip while exercising
Rode the stationary bike
Then did arms & abs
Baked brownie bites
Baked Banana oatmeal cookies simply because I had a couple of very ripe bananas
Made a dip for the party
Mixed up the batter for the s’mores cookies I planned to bake the next day
Washed towels
Mixed up the batter for my breakfast cookies the next day
Made a smoothie to drink post long run the next day
Cut up some lettuce and put it in mason jars for future salads
And of course fed the furkids and went outside with them multiple times throughout the day
Basically, I was pretty much on my feet from about 7 am until about 2 pm.
This was the day before my long run, naturally. So much for taking it easy.
I runfess . . .
I definitely got carried away with the S’mores Cookies I talked about in last week’s Weekly Wrap (read it here). And maybe those Fig Bars, too. As in I ate more than I should have.
I’m usually pretty good, but I’m blaming the runger.
I runfess . . .
One day I ran in the morning on a super humid day, which means lots of sweat. I didn’t feel like struggling out of those sweaty clothes knowing I’d either have to wear some new workout clothes or get back into them later . . . so I stayed in them a few hours, until I’d finished my strength training and some yoga.
Good thing there was no one around me to be grossed out by it!
I runfess . . . I wimped out and decided to run on the treadmill on a humid, rainy day that actually turned out to not be all that rainy. I can’t tell you the amount of times I went back and forth between I’ll run outside, I’ll run on the treadmill. It was quite the epic battle.
I runfess I probably would have run outside if I hadn’t misplaced my Garmin charger and my Garmin had very little charge. The charger is magnetic, which is great, except for the fact that it has a tendency to stick to metal objects. I know I’d charged it Friday before my long run, and dammit why didn’t I charge it back up after that run?
It was just an easy run, but how would I know when to run, when to walk? Or how far I’d gone? Not to mention I’d probably have to download an app so I could tell how far I’d run and I didn’t want to deal with that.
Mr. Judy had been complaining about the fact that I hadn’t yet tested out the treadmill after he fixed it again. So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I runfess . . . I normally don’t struggle with my weight as much during the summer, but this summer is different. Maybe it was all the travel and halfs. So knowing I only had a little wiggle room on my first of the month Weight Watchers weigh in to stay free for the month, I actually weighed several different dresses before I got dressed.
In the end I went with my lucky weigh in dress. Yes, I have one — basically, it’s the lightest dress I own. I will be heartbroken when it’s no longer wearable! In the end I could have worn something heavier, but I don’t have a scale at home and I wasn’t sure.
Everybody’s luck runs out sometime . . .
Do you sometimes overbook yourself?
How long would you stay in sweaty workout clothes?
What is the weirdest thing you’ve done to get a good weigh-in?
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It’s all about the race, about the race, about the race . . . or what didn’t happen before the race! Or did happen, but maybe shouldn’t have. Only this time what happens in UT isn’t staying in UT.
Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers as we bare our souls — and our bad running habits, eating habits, the things we do even though we know we shouldn’t.
I runfess . . . I ditched most of my runs on the schedule in favor of hiking while we were in UT. Either the altitude was getting to me, or the heat was getting to me, or I wanted to get into the park early so that we could beat the crowds.
Luckily it seemed to work for me.
Wouldn’t you rather explore this than run?
I runfess . . .
I don’t really recommend walking/hiking a half just a couple of days before a race, even though that’s what I did. We did two hikes on Thursday. And I walked around town in search of my UT mug. #sorrynotsorry
The day before the race was spend driving back up from southern to northern UT, so there was some rest going on. Sort of.
Sweet potato breakfast cookies worked as a prerace breakfast
I runfess . . .
Even though I’d brought along my normal race breakfast (overnight oats in a used almond butter jar), I decided against buying milk to assemble it and went with something new on race morning. It’s something I had eaten, but not hadn’t tried out before a long run or race.
Again, lucky. Apparently very lucky as GI issues hit several bloggers.
I runfess . . . I met Marcia @ Marciashealthyslice (who gave me a ride to the start) and MB @ Tutusandtennies right on time on race morning. In fact, we actually ran into each other in the hall. When I got to the lobby, however, I couldn’t find the shoelace I’d tied to my hydration vest (it slips off my shoulder, which is annoying, but not a deal breaker — using a shoelace to hold it on works just fine).
So I rushed back up to my room, scanning the hallways for the purple shoelace; no dice. I’d actually brought a spare with me, but I had clue where that might be.
The shoelace was on my hydration pack all the time. I’d just tied it up higher than normal and couldn’t see it.
I blame the early wake up call (3 am).
I runfess . . . I actually warmed up before the race. Truly, I did. Sort of . . . there were some squats, some lunges, but no arm swings, no leg swings, no ankle rolls . . . to say it was abbreviated is putting it mildly.
Considering it was a chilly morning and I also didn’t do a warm up run . . . well, again, apparently I got lucky.
Everybody’s luck runs out sometime . . .
What weird was the worst thing you did before a race (even though you knew better)?
What do you regret doing before a race?
What do you not regret doing before a race?
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I’m doing a duathlon this month: there’s a few swimfessions thrown in with my runfessions, because I finally got back in the pool. One time, at least.
Not that I’m actually going to be doing any racing that involves swimming; I just swim because it’s good cross training and I enjoy it.
Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers to see what we’re runfessing; if you haven’t joined us yet maybe it’s time to get outside your comfort zone!
Not smiling when the little old ladies crowd my space
I swimfess . . . I don’t shower before I swim. Afterwards, yes, of course. But before? Who has time for that? There’s chlorine in the water, after all.
I also swimfess that I get ticked off with older ladies who feel the need to swim right next to me when there’s room to spread out more (the pool I swim at doesn’t use lane dividers — I sure wish they would!).
Finally, I swimfess that I also wondered just what stroke one of those older ladies was doing. It was like a hybrid between backstroke and butterfly — butterfly arms while on your back, if you can picture that. The problem, of course, is not how she looks, but the splashing.
Just don’t look at my breaststroke, which also isn’t quite normal — but at least I’m not splashing people!
I runfess . . .
I just realized I’ve been a month off with my runfessions. So now I will have two May runfessions. See, I told you I can’t count! Or tell what month it is, apparently.
Senior moment, anyone?
I runfess . . .
The calendar may say 2017, but now I’m looking at 2018 halfs. There’s something about knowing I have a race (or more) lined up for me after my next goal race that keeps me motivated.
Not that I actually plan to sign up for a 2018 race yet; I’m just looking.
I runfess . . . That three half marathons in three months was a bit much. I don’t regret it; not at all. But it was just a wee bit tiring, since two of them were almost all the way across the country and the third was halfway across the country.
The travel, the travel to my parents house every weekend, the training . . . I wouldn’t say I’m burnt out, just more tired (than normal). If the races are compelling enough, though, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
Now we have crossed WA off the half marathon list, yet we still have to go there to visit relatives. I’ll just have to keep looking at the states that border WA — so far OR is the only state I’ve ever been to that borders WA, and I haven’t run a half there yet. Idaho is the only other state that actually borders WA.
So many states, so little time!
One & done in WA!
I runfess . . . I did not hug or kiss my mother on Mother’s Day. What is it with my family, colds, and holidays shortly before my races?
Thanksgiving my sister and niece both had nasty colds — a week before I headed out for PCB Half; Mother’s Day, unfortunately, it was my mother’s turn (don’t worry, she’s fine) — 3 weeks before UT!
It’s been a week. I don’t think I’m in the clear yet, and last weekend’s chilly start to my long run and chilly dinner with wet hair probably weren’t helpful.
What weird shenanigans do you see in the pool or on the run?
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It’s true, however, that we have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.Yet I runfess that it can be very hard to do. Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers to see what we’re runfessing; if you haven’t joined us yet maybe it’s time to get outside your comfort zone!
I runfess . . .
I managed to spray some sunscreen all over the bathroom floor one day while Lola was in there. I barked at her to leave it, and went into the kitchen (past our very large bay window) to grab some paper towels.
Naked from the waist up. If someone got an eyeful, I apologize but #sorrynotsorry.
I also had to raid the dirty clothes hamper for the top I wanted to wear that day.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
–Neale Donald Walsch
I runfess . . . I was scared to try group running again. The truth is that while there are people that run my speed, they’re few and far between. So going to a new park, hoping I can find where to meet with everyone, which I’ve had trouble with in the past, and hoping not to be hopelessly lost because no one runs my speed and the sun will be setting by the time I’m done?
Yeah, I ended up not going. Except that was the night we were removing the tint from my car’s windows, so it actually turned out to be a good thing.
The next week? I just didn’t have the time, too busy prepping for my trip. It’s still going when I get home. Maybe . . .
I runfess . . .
I am a little nervous about my upcoming (like in a couple of days) half. Because it’s new: it’s a trail half. The good news is that Rachel @ Runningonhappy and I agreed that it would be a training run for UT.
The looping, the trail running, the potential for it to totally live up to its name (Mud & Chocolate); yeah, I’m wondering just what I’ve gotten myself into. Hopefully I’ll have a good story to tell you and I won’t have to runfess how I raced instead of treating it as a training run — then again, as it’s my first trail race, I’ve kind of got only a little idea what I’m doing.
I’m also a little nervous about injuring myself. But of course we can all do that at any point, on trails or the road, sometimes even just walking down the street. It’s just that I have another half to run in short order and I’m really looking forward to it!
Gaiters rock!
I runfess . . . That even though I’ve just been running on trails 50% of the time in April, I’ve gone ahead and ordered some new socks and some gaiters. Last year I said I was going to try to do trail running one time a week. It fizzled quickly.
This year, going forward, I hope to make it a reality — maybe not every week, but now that I’ve spent some time exploring the trails that are actually not that far from my house, it’s not as scary.
Now it’s time to find some more trails . . . although time is always a factor. Most trails are a good half hour’s drive away, so driving an hour plus the run . . . it’s not always easy to squeeze all that in. Which is part of why trail running fizzled so quickly last year.
I’d like it to look like this — not a muddy mess!
I runfess . . . I was a little PO’d when I did my weather stalking. It was cool — one day downright cold (for spring), and windy, most of the time before I left. There were a few lovely days, but few and far between.
So what is forecast to happen as soon as we leave? Beautiful spring-like weather. Whereas that nasty, cool, rainy, windy weather is waiting to greet us for my race. It’s not so much that I mind running a race in those conditions — I knew where I was going and what the weather could be like — I was just frustrated that I was missing out on beautiful weather back home!
I would, however, like to freeze the forecast from last Saturday — it was showing near perfect race conditions on race day. Pretty please?
Do you buy all the gear for new types of running (or running in general)?
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We are a quarter through the year already — seriously, how does that happen? Join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers to see what we’re runfessing as we close the book on winter (sort of, there’s a little matter of some potential April Fool’s snow here on Friday/Saturday) and look forward to the longer spring days.
I runfess . . .
I get a little paranoid when it gets close to a race. Don’t even think about coming near me with your germs.
And even though I missed running with Darlene, I do runfess I was just a little bit glad that I didn’t have to be exposed to whatever virus she succumbed to. Although I did run with her shortly before I left for NOLA.
And the day Mr. Judy came home complaining of not feeling well and tried to hand me my mail? I didn’t even want to touch it!
Hey, those handrails are there for a reason, right?
I runfess . . . I may or may not have held onto the hand rails a few times in some of the more challenging tempo runs I did on my treadmill.
The good news is I was also did a few tempos outside, where there are no handrails to lean on.
I runfess . . .
I have been almost completely living in athleisure this winter. I don’t have a whole lot of tights from Skirtsports, so while I may live in a lot of skirts in the summer, during the winter, it’s mostly been Athleta. I feel they have really upped their game this last couple of years.
I runfess . . . That I felt really badly the day I did a 7 mile easy run at the park, on a beautiful day, and there were dogs everywhere. I did walk the dogs before I left, but it was a very brief walk.
I runfess . . . I ate a picky bar for lunch, with buttered popcorn for dessert after my 12 mile long run a couple of weeks ago. And it was so cold that day I didn’t do any warm up at all.
But I did foam roll when I got home. A girl’s gotta have priorities!
I runfess . . . That I totally broke the rule about not doing anything new on race day. I had meant to try eating some crystalized ginger on a long run before my race, but that plan only came to me before my last long run . . . and I totally forgot to bring any on that run.
I still ate some during my half. The theory is that it is supposed to revive your appetite. Mine tends to get suppressed when I run long — and if you read my NOLA & Food post here, you’ll know that that is the only time I don’t have the appetite of a 6 foot amazon (and I’m 5’1″). Well, obviously it didn’t hurt me. Did it help me? No idea. But I enjoyed it.
On top of that, I wore a new top! One that I had only worn on a 4 mile run. In fact, I wore it for the first time just days before my race. Yes, I did rinse it out. It was just so dang comfortable, and I liked the idea of not having to wear a bra (since it had a shelf bra). I’m sure it wouldn’t work well for you if you’re large chested, but I’m not, and it totally worked for me — and no chafing at all on a very hot and humid day!
Have you ever worn new clothes during a race? How’d it work for you?
Lastly, I runfess that I know this is more than five runfessions . . .
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I wish I could tell you that training is just going great and everything feels great. Well, training is going pretty good . . . so join me, Marcia @ Marcia’s Healthy Slice and other bloggers to see what we’re runfessing this winter.
I runfess . . .
Another new year, another new pain.They always come out of the blue. And I have some angry tendons, lemme tell you. You name the body part, I’ve probably had tendinitis there.
This time it’s on the side of my foot. It’s a lot like PF — hurts worse in the morning, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t it because it’s not the bottom of my foot. And my chiropractor agreed — but she also said I’m okay to run and train, thankfully.
By the time you read this, it’s actually feeling a lot better, but still not normal. I’m sure just like my ankle last year, it will take its own sweet time healing.
Oh, and before you blame Rachel @ Runningonhappy, who’s coaching me, this started before I started working with her. During my off season. Seriously! Who does that happen to? Me, apparently.
I runfess . . . I hate the fact that pains can spring up out of nowhere. Until last year I’d never had any ankle problems, until this year I’d never had any feet problems.
On my birthday, suddenly I had a kink in my shoulder. I wasn’t even doing anything! I swear, I was just innocently standing there, not even moving, and suddenly there was this kink.
This just drives me insane! Am I active? Yes. Do I try to be cautious? Yes. Do I try to do the things that should keep my body happy? Yes.
The kink went away after my infrared wrap. Then the other night I felt a pain on the back of my ankle — no, not achilles tendinitis — it felt as though Mr. Judy had scratched me in my sleep.
I tried to look at it the next morning cause it was actually rather painful. It wasn’t a scratch; I’m actually not quite sure what it is. Sort of like a blister but not quite. I try not to complain too much, but don’t I have enough going on already?
I runfess . . .
That I know you southern runners have to endure the heat in the summer . . . but seriously. Sometimes it feels like we’re in our own little snowglobe up here — when even the midwest is warm and snow-free and we’re anything but!
I know that isn’t true, but it feels like it’s true. And sometimes I think southern runners should have to endure a northern winter, just once. It builds character, right?
I runfess . . . That I have yet another parking rant for you. And it’s even related to running, sort of.
I don’t know why there are so many people who have to park their cars on the street. When we have a snowstorm, they don’t move their cars (not even the sheriff next door). So the snowplow has to plow around them.
So there’s chunks of snow in the middle of the street, it makes walking the dogs difficult, it makes ice from melting snow appear just waiting to take me down.
I runfess . . . I miss my little 3 mile runs. Don’t get me wrong, I am working towards a goal and I’m willing to work hard for it.
I always feel this way though: as the weekday runs get longer and the miles grow, I miss those little runs in base training.
Wouldn’t you like to get some runfessions off your mind? Come join us
