Well, this first week of the new year is going just great. I've figured out how to fit in a long run. It will have to happen on Saturdays, and will be arranged around the girls' soccer. Both girls play indoor soccer on Saturdays and my husband coaches. Today, there wasn't time to run in between their games, so I ran after the second game, as soon as my husband got home. I also baked bread in between. I'd like to add "sit with a book and read" to my plans for Saturdays, too.
But on the exercise front, this is an excellent spot to place a run. I might end up not running on Friday evenings anymore. This week I ran instead on Friday morning, getting up early (my fifth early morning of the week! I think that's a record), and ran 8.5km. Or slogged, more like it. It's harder going in the slush and the cold.
Today was a good day for a run. The paths were clear and not icy. The temp above zero. But it got very grey just as I prepared to head out and the temp dropped and sure enough it snowed during my run. Icy pellets that were blown by the wind into my face, and kind of hurt.
I went 15.5km in a time of one hour, 22 minutes (which includes time spent waiting at very slow stoplights--stupid traffic!). I can't figure out how to run a long slow run. Frankly, I just want to push the pace no matter what distance I'm going. I want to go as fast and hard as I can comfortably manage. Not sure why. Must be the brain I was born with.
Plan for tomorrow: possibly a morning yoga class. Possibly a run during my daughter's soccer practice. Both would be nice. I'd like to squeeze both in. We shall see.
Another running goal I have for this year is to run a minimum of 40km per week. I'd like to aim to run between 40-50, and if I'm training for a marathon that should be closer to 60+. But 40 is a manageable number to aim for on a regular basis. I think. So far this week I've run 32km, so I'd just need to run 8km tomorrow afternoon. Very doable.
Next week's long run with be a little bit longer, but not too much longer. I'd like to add no more than 2km per week as I bump up the distance to about 25km in preparation for the 30km race at the end of March. I don't think I'll run any longer than that for my long runs in preparation. And we'll see how it goes. I'd also like to sign up for the same half-marathon I ran last spring in early April, provided I'm nott be too worn out after the 30km race. I won't have to train any differently in order to add that race in.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
A new year
Hello and happy new year!
It's been a good start so far, with a strong and steady week. I still need to figure out where and when to fit in more running, especially the long run that I'll need to do weekly to prepare for the longer races. But this week has gone smoothly.
I swam on Monday, 2500m, though the last 500 were a total slog. I was going so slowly by that point! It took me 55 minutes to swim 2500m.
Tuesday was spin class. I felt like it was easier to get into the zone than it had been that last class before Christmas holidays. I was so zoned that I pushed extremely hard and thought I might throw up after those last few sprints. Thankfully for everyone, I did not. Not to self: don't eat for breakfast pre-workout.
Wednesday, yesterday, I ran, as usual. A little shorter because we used our winter route in the 'hood. About 8km. Slower with all the snow and cold. And then my husband and I went to a yoga class together. It was more of a long stretch class than a hard workout. Perfect. Except my lower back is still bothering me.
This morning I got up early and went swimming. My husband had planned to come along (our kids were having an overnight at their grandma's), but he wasn't keen when the alarm rang. He's not used to getting up so early. And he also sounded less interested when he heard how long I planned to swim. He's been swimming with the older kids some mornings, but they only go for about 20-30 minutes. So I went swimming on my own and he went to yoga instead. And I swam 3000m!!!! In 62 minutes!!! Only slightly over my goal time or 60 minutes flat. The coolest thing was that I actually got faster. My last 500m were my fastest. I felt so smooth in the water at that point, like I was one with the water. It's good to remember that only a few days ago I did not feel so strong. So there are good days and days that are more challenging, no matter how fit you are.
I came home pumped. But pretty tired.
Hoping for a yoga class tomorrow. Or a run. Or both. We shall see.
It's been a good start so far, with a strong and steady week. I still need to figure out where and when to fit in more running, especially the long run that I'll need to do weekly to prepare for the longer races. But this week has gone smoothly.
I swam on Monday, 2500m, though the last 500 were a total slog. I was going so slowly by that point! It took me 55 minutes to swim 2500m.
Tuesday was spin class. I felt like it was easier to get into the zone than it had been that last class before Christmas holidays. I was so zoned that I pushed extremely hard and thought I might throw up after those last few sprints. Thankfully for everyone, I did not. Not to self: don't eat for breakfast pre-workout.
Wednesday, yesterday, I ran, as usual. A little shorter because we used our winter route in the 'hood. About 8km. Slower with all the snow and cold. And then my husband and I went to a yoga class together. It was more of a long stretch class than a hard workout. Perfect. Except my lower back is still bothering me.
This morning I got up early and went swimming. My husband had planned to come along (our kids were having an overnight at their grandma's), but he wasn't keen when the alarm rang. He's not used to getting up so early. And he also sounded less interested when he heard how long I planned to swim. He's been swimming with the older kids some mornings, but they only go for about 20-30 minutes. So I went swimming on my own and he went to yoga instead. And I swam 3000m!!!! In 62 minutes!!! Only slightly over my goal time or 60 minutes flat. The coolest thing was that I actually got faster. My last 500m were my fastest. I felt so smooth in the water at that point, like I was one with the water. It's good to remember that only a few days ago I did not feel so strong. So there are good days and days that are more challenging, no matter how fit you are.
I came home pumped. But pretty tired.
Hoping for a yoga class tomorrow. Or a run. Or both. We shall see.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Vent, mama
I'm using this blog to purge. My main blog is too well-travelled and this seems a more private unnoticed blog. Plus, this post is exercise-related. I got out and ran yesterday afternoon! It was the most beautiful day, sunny, clear, no ice. Thankfully I ran yesterday because today we had freezing rain followed by snow. Grey, wet, chilly, slick, treacherous.
On yesterday's run I resolved to end these next two weeks more fit than I started them. Seemed so easy, so possible, as I ran my favourite 12km route, blissfully pushing the pace, appreciating the dry ground underfoot and the fact that my leg wasn't too twitchy, as I call it. I ran the route in 62 minutes, which is slightly off my summer pace, but not too far off. I do have this nagging injury that undeniably slows me down, but it was feeling better yesterday. Everything felt better when I was running. Which is why I came home and immediately emailed my friend Nath and said, "Let's go swimming tomorrow morning!" Then I went and made supper for eleven and cleaned up and hosted and etc. and before I knew it, it was 11:30 and I hadn't checked up on my email. Which is weird for me, as anyone who knows me knows.
So I checked my email. And discovered that Nath had sent two messages, the last just before she went to bed at a reasonable hour, saying she'd see me at our usual time the next morning. Thing is, I was checking email to say, um, maybe no swimming after all. Too tired! She got my on-second-thought message at 5:18am. I was sleeping restlessly in my new office. No swimming for me. Lesson being: don't commit to something immediately after a joyous run? Or: don't commit to something while hosting relatives over the holidays?
I've now got a sick kid (again ...) and another celebratory supper to prepare, and there will be no exercising today. But I'm supposed to get up tomorrow to run with Nina. This is so set in stone that it would be really weird to skip it. I will set an alarm. I will drag myself through the snow. I will pray for a nap tomorrow.
On yesterday's run I resolved to end these next two weeks more fit than I started them. Seemed so easy, so possible, as I ran my favourite 12km route, blissfully pushing the pace, appreciating the dry ground underfoot and the fact that my leg wasn't too twitchy, as I call it. I ran the route in 62 minutes, which is slightly off my summer pace, but not too far off. I do have this nagging injury that undeniably slows me down, but it was feeling better yesterday. Everything felt better when I was running. Which is why I came home and immediately emailed my friend Nath and said, "Let's go swimming tomorrow morning!" Then I went and made supper for eleven and cleaned up and hosted and etc. and before I knew it, it was 11:30 and I hadn't checked up on my email. Which is weird for me, as anyone who knows me knows.
So I checked my email. And discovered that Nath had sent two messages, the last just before she went to bed at a reasonable hour, saying she'd see me at our usual time the next morning. Thing is, I was checking email to say, um, maybe no swimming after all. Too tired! She got my on-second-thought message at 5:18am. I was sleeping restlessly in my new office. No swimming for me. Lesson being: don't commit to something immediately after a joyous run? Or: don't commit to something while hosting relatives over the holidays?
I've now got a sick kid (again ...) and another celebratory supper to prepare, and there will be no exercising today. But I'm supposed to get up tomorrow to run with Nina. This is so set in stone that it would be really weird to skip it. I will set an alarm. I will drag myself through the snow. I will pray for a nap tomorrow.
Monday, December 26, 2011
The *&^*ing holidays
Good grief. Today is the first day of the kids' two week holiday from school, but it feels like we've been in holiday mode for a week already. I haven't done anything, exercise-wise, for the longest stretch in probably over a year--I ran early Wednesday morning with Nina and haven't done anything since. Except prepare food and eat food and host and clean and stay up late every single night. I haven't been to bed earlier than 1am since last Wednesday. It's been fun, don't get me wrong, but I'm feeling done with fun and ready to get back to normal--but the kids are on their holiday!!!!!
Also we have family arriving in a matter of an hour or so, and I really should be cleaning/baking/washing dishes/making beds/etc. rather than blogging.
You can call this Swim Mama, Bike Mama, Vent Mama.
I'm a routine kind of gal. Take me out of my routine for a few days and I start to fall to pieces. No early mornings, no running, no yoga, no writing time, no blogging time, no alone time. I'll be certifiable a week from today. But that's okay because THE KIDS WILL STILL HAVE ANOTHER WEEK OFF SCHOOL. What happens--and this is pretty predictable--is that I will start slamming doors and threatening to get a full-time job just so I can get the hell out of the house. How did I ever make it as a full-time stay-at-home mom???? Seriously. I can't believe I ever did it.
Well anyway. I hear the vaccuum working overtime upstairs and I need to go help my husband make some beds.
With any luck, I will find time--no, MAKE time--in these two weeks ahead for running or yoga or swimming and that will save me. (That sounds over-dramatic--I mean, that will keep me pleasant and calm and happy). Because that's all I want for my kids' holiday: to be pleasant and calm and happy so they can enjoy a fun holiday too. So we all can.
(But it doesn't feel like a holdiay to me. I'm going to try to imagine what a holiday would look like, to me. Nothing comes immediately to mind. Would I even like a holiday? Yes, I think I would, if I could just figure out what it would be, how I could relax and rest and feel rejuvenated and refreshed without simultaneously feeling guilty and over-indulgent and worrying that I'm not getting anything done. I'm a fun person. Share your ideal holidays with me, please. I'd love to live vicariously.)
Also we have family arriving in a matter of an hour or so, and I really should be cleaning/baking/washing dishes/making beds/etc. rather than blogging.
You can call this Swim Mama, Bike Mama, Vent Mama.
I'm a routine kind of gal. Take me out of my routine for a few days and I start to fall to pieces. No early mornings, no running, no yoga, no writing time, no blogging time, no alone time. I'll be certifiable a week from today. But that's okay because THE KIDS WILL STILL HAVE ANOTHER WEEK OFF SCHOOL. What happens--and this is pretty predictable--is that I will start slamming doors and threatening to get a full-time job just so I can get the hell out of the house. How did I ever make it as a full-time stay-at-home mom???? Seriously. I can't believe I ever did it.
Well anyway. I hear the vaccuum working overtime upstairs and I need to go help my husband make some beds.
With any luck, I will find time--no, MAKE time--in these two weeks ahead for running or yoga or swimming and that will save me. (That sounds over-dramatic--I mean, that will keep me pleasant and calm and happy). Because that's all I want for my kids' holiday: to be pleasant and calm and happy so they can enjoy a fun holiday too. So we all can.
(But it doesn't feel like a holdiay to me. I'm going to try to imagine what a holiday would look like, to me. Nothing comes immediately to mind. Would I even like a holiday? Yes, I think I would, if I could just figure out what it would be, how I could relax and rest and feel rejuvenated and refreshed without simultaneously feeling guilty and over-indulgent and worrying that I'm not getting anything done. I'm a fun person. Share your ideal holidays with me, please. I'd love to live vicariously.)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tiny bit of pride
This morning, I am taking a tiny bit of pride in my week in work-outs. It's been a tough week personally, with a child home sick every day (pneumonia!) and all of the worries that go with that, and there has been no opportunity for evening exercise whatsoever. But I've gotten up early to exercise four out of five mornings, and for that I'm grateful. Grateful that I set my alarm. Grateful to have had that time.
I ran on Sunday evening (11.4km).
Swam Monday morning (2500m).
Spin class Tuesday morning (jelly legs).
Run with my friend Nina Wednesday morning (8.5km).
Yoga class this morning (hot, 60 minutes).
I did not want to get up this morning. I've been so tired. But I didn't get up yesterday morning, and it was a tough tough day, which began with an even tougher morning--I was up before 7 anyway due to other people getting up early. I find I'm grumpier when someone else gets me up early. I'm resentful. That's why setting the alarm and getting up before anyone else can wake me gives me a better start to my day. (Maybe I have control issues?). It's hard to get up early (I am not naturally a morning person). And it's hard to keep doing. But it's worth it. When I set the alarm, I have control over the opening hours of my morning. I'm refreshing my body and my brain. It starts the day in a whole different tone.
I'm hopeful that tonight I'll be running in the snow (and the dark) at my daughter's goalie practice--finally, time for an evening run!
I don't feel very strong these days. I felt pretty awful at yoga this morning ... fatigued and tight in the shoulders. And my leg is still not its robust self.
But I also feel like it's kind of okay to feel not so great, so long as I don't let it stop me. When I'm feeling down or tired I find myself craving comfort from things that are inherently not that healthy--like vegging on the couch and watching TV. I don't really feel better after watching TV. I'm not saying it's always a bad choice, because there are definitely times when we all need to zone out, but it's not the greatest choice to turn to every time, automatically, when feeling tired or down.
It's good to remember that there are other choices. And that tomorrow is another day, another opportunity to set the alarm and rise early to greet it, even if today has been hard.
I ran on Sunday evening (11.4km).
Swam Monday morning (2500m).
Spin class Tuesday morning (jelly legs).
Run with my friend Nina Wednesday morning (8.5km).
Yoga class this morning (hot, 60 minutes).
I did not want to get up this morning. I've been so tired. But I didn't get up yesterday morning, and it was a tough tough day, which began with an even tougher morning--I was up before 7 anyway due to other people getting up early. I find I'm grumpier when someone else gets me up early. I'm resentful. That's why setting the alarm and getting up before anyone else can wake me gives me a better start to my day. (Maybe I have control issues?). It's hard to get up early (I am not naturally a morning person). And it's hard to keep doing. But it's worth it. When I set the alarm, I have control over the opening hours of my morning. I'm refreshing my body and my brain. It starts the day in a whole different tone.
I'm hopeful that tonight I'll be running in the snow (and the dark) at my daughter's goalie practice--finally, time for an evening run!
I don't feel very strong these days. I felt pretty awful at yoga this morning ... fatigued and tight in the shoulders. And my leg is still not its robust self.
But I also feel like it's kind of okay to feel not so great, so long as I don't let it stop me. When I'm feeling down or tired I find myself craving comfort from things that are inherently not that healthy--like vegging on the couch and watching TV. I don't really feel better after watching TV. I'm not saying it's always a bad choice, because there are definitely times when we all need to zone out, but it's not the greatest choice to turn to every time, automatically, when feeling tired or down.
It's good to remember that there are other choices. And that tomorrow is another day, another opportunity to set the alarm and rise early to greet it, even if today has been hard.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Back at it: hello, Monday
Ran last night in the pouring cold rain during daughter's soccer practice. I had to go slowly. My leg wouldn't let me go fast. I hope this is temporary! I ran 11.4km in 63 minutes. That's pretty far off my regular pace. But at least I could run, and it felt good, and I didn't even mind the rain. In fact, while I was running I thought, this probably looks crazy, but there's nothing I'd rather be doing right now. I brought dry clothes to change into, and really enjoyed watching the girls scrimmage. I also tried to stretch my legs on the sidelines without looking too much like a crazy lady, which I probably already did due to the sopping hair.
And this morning I got up early for the usual Monday swim. I missed my friend Nath in the pool. She couldn't come because her husband is away and she's one her own with the kids. The water felt really cold at first. I was the very first person to disturb the water, which was pretty cool. I swam at my usual pace, but felt slower due to sharing the lane with my former lane partner, who is an Ironwoman triathlete. Yeah, she's a little faster than me. And then, unfortunately, a third swimmer came into our lane who was very slow and kept doing different strokes. And someone in the next lane over managed to kick me or bump me somehow, which never happens. It started to feel pretty messy by the end. Took all my mental fortitude not to quit early, but I hung in there for the full 2500m.
I will say, I was feeling pretty tired. I suspect Saturday night's festivities had something to do with it. So even though I felt tired and it wasn't fun being passed, I was still patting myself on the back for getting up and doing it. Which is the key, of course. Just get up and do it!
And this morning I got up early for the usual Monday swim. I missed my friend Nath in the pool. She couldn't come because her husband is away and she's one her own with the kids. The water felt really cold at first. I was the very first person to disturb the water, which was pretty cool. I swam at my usual pace, but felt slower due to sharing the lane with my former lane partner, who is an Ironwoman triathlete. Yeah, she's a little faster than me. And then, unfortunately, a third swimmer came into our lane who was very slow and kept doing different strokes. And someone in the next lane over managed to kick me or bump me somehow, which never happens. It started to feel pretty messy by the end. Took all my mental fortitude not to quit early, but I hung in there for the full 2500m.
I will say, I was feeling pretty tired. I suspect Saturday night's festivities had something to do with it. So even though I felt tired and it wasn't fun being passed, I was still patting myself on the back for getting up and doing it. Which is the key, of course. Just get up and do it!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Treatment
I am feeling so lazy! But it hasn't been a bad week. I swam on Monday, went to a 90-minute hot yoga class that evening, did spin class on Tuesday. By that point, the pain in my leg wasn't terrible. It was worst at yoga class, actually, I assume because I was asking those muscles to stretch out and they weren't so into it. Lots of downward dogs. Ouch.
But during my run on Wednesday morning, which is a pretty slow run, my leg felt increasingly sluggish. It felt like I was dragging my leg along. And it hurt. So I decided to go to the osteopath. And yesterday I went. And she said I should take off 24 hours before exercising again, which means that I haven't done anything since Wed's early morning run. And I am feeling like a slug.
But that also means I could attempt a run tonight. She requested that I run slowly and keep it short. That is not how I run. But I will try. Our discussions circled around how to stay healthy and be able to keep running forever, which is my personal goal. I want to be that woman with 57 written in black marker on her calf chugging effortlessly past the woman with 37 written on hers. (This actually happened to me during a race last spring, and I was so impressed by the woman who was kicking was butt.)
Anyway. The point is longevity. And what I'm not doing -- my biggest oversight -- is stretching after a work-out. I need to take time to stretch all the major muscle groups that have been working hard, to give them a chance to relax and settle down. Otherwise: tightness, knots, ropy spots, tension, pain. I'll just come right out and say it: I never stretch. I do a quick dynamic stretch before exercising (though not with any consistency.) And afterward, I just go on with life. In fact, that's one of the reasons I've loved running--I can squeeze a hard work-out into one hour, from the moment I run out the door to the moment I'm back. Then I hop in the shower and presto, on with the tasks at hand. I wonder if even five minutes of stretching might help .... clearly, my legs are telling me to take care.
I will ask my husband the kin for some stretches. We didn't have time yesterday, as she filled the entire appt with treatment (for which I am extremely thankful.) I am also extremely thankful that a friend took my youngest for the afternoon so that I could go to the hour-long appt alone. What was I thinking? I'd been planning to take him along, had a bag of books and activities packed ... and it would have been hellish for all involved. So thank you to last-minute assistance by a friend!
I'll let you know how my next run goes.
I'm also sort of saving my energy for Saturday night when we are going to a crazy dance party. At which I hope not to injure myself.
But during my run on Wednesday morning, which is a pretty slow run, my leg felt increasingly sluggish. It felt like I was dragging my leg along. And it hurt. So I decided to go to the osteopath. And yesterday I went. And she said I should take off 24 hours before exercising again, which means that I haven't done anything since Wed's early morning run. And I am feeling like a slug.
But that also means I could attempt a run tonight. She requested that I run slowly and keep it short. That is not how I run. But I will try. Our discussions circled around how to stay healthy and be able to keep running forever, which is my personal goal. I want to be that woman with 57 written in black marker on her calf chugging effortlessly past the woman with 37 written on hers. (This actually happened to me during a race last spring, and I was so impressed by the woman who was kicking was butt.)
Anyway. The point is longevity. And what I'm not doing -- my biggest oversight -- is stretching after a work-out. I need to take time to stretch all the major muscle groups that have been working hard, to give them a chance to relax and settle down. Otherwise: tightness, knots, ropy spots, tension, pain. I'll just come right out and say it: I never stretch. I do a quick dynamic stretch before exercising (though not with any consistency.) And afterward, I just go on with life. In fact, that's one of the reasons I've loved running--I can squeeze a hard work-out into one hour, from the moment I run out the door to the moment I'm back. Then I hop in the shower and presto, on with the tasks at hand. I wonder if even five minutes of stretching might help .... clearly, my legs are telling me to take care.
I will ask my husband the kin for some stretches. We didn't have time yesterday, as she filled the entire appt with treatment (for which I am extremely thankful.) I am also extremely thankful that a friend took my youngest for the afternoon so that I could go to the hour-long appt alone. What was I thinking? I'd been planning to take him along, had a bag of books and activities packed ... and it would have been hellish for all involved. So thank you to last-minute assistance by a friend!
I'll let you know how my next run goes.
I'm also sort of saving my energy for Saturday night when we are going to a crazy dance party. At which I hope not to injure myself.
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