Monday, November 30, 2009

It's Called Sloth, My Friend

Sickness overcame me three weeks ago. Last week, I went back and hit the pavement a measly four times (although the fourth run was a 22 miler) and this week, I seeped back and did only 3 workouts, 2 of these being runs. Slowly, I feel my weight line increasing and my body becoming heavy when I do the small workouts I do. Is it the amount of work I have? I was able to always squeeze in a run when I had work coming out of my ears. What's the issue then? It's laziness.
It's so very easy to sit and play Assassin's Creed II, eat a pumpkin pie, and pretend to be studying for something I really don't care about. It's challenging, however, and good for me to push my body physically. Marathon day is approaching and this is NOT the healthy way of approaching this challenging day.
So this week I will force, I will squeeze, and I will do EVERYTHING and ANYTHING I can do workout EVERY SINGLE DAY. Yes, not five times, not days this week. It will be difficult and it was suck (I promise you) but this is the only way of me getting back on my feet.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Learning Our Limits + Pushing Passed

I felt it today.  Foot strike after foot strike.  My mouth wide to filter the build up of saliva and the cold air.  But my heart did not race as when I push the line of a 5k.  I felt good, alive, and healthy.  I kept telling myself, "Keeping it up...20 minutes...10..." I've been pushing the envelope in running for the last two weeks more than I've ever pushed myself.  I've been able to maintain a 7:30 (marathon) race pace without falter and I don't think that's the finale.  There's more in this little body.  When I run at this speed, my body and brain say DEEPER but my legs do not receive the message.  It's typical and the solution is more training at that speed.  
I've learned some limits in these brief weeks.  One of these being my weight.  When I began racing, I was preoccupied with being under 100 pounds.  Now, I'm more preoccupied with making sure I fit into my clothes and getting the nutrition my limbs need.  But there are other limits that are self imposed that I need to push passed.  Sub 7 half marathon pace?  I know it is in me.  I just have to find her and pull her out.

Today's Mileage: 6 miles at 45 minutes + change (7:30 pace)

Monday, November 2, 2009

The Beauty of Running

We often thinking of running as a sport of sweat, stink, phelm, etc, etc.  However, I often think of it is as a pure sport of beauty.  Look at Kara Goucher.  Is it difficult being that beautiful and be able to pound the pavement at the pace she does to be able to be 3rd at the Boston Marathon this year?  Not really.  But I think it all has to do with sport (as well as genetics).  Running keeps us young, fresh, and able.  Of course, if you respect the boundaries of your physical form and treat it with rest and nutrition when needed, it will benefit it even further. As long as we do this, our bodies will treat us in return by keeping us cheery faced and beautiful.  
But then again not all of us are sub 3 hour marathoners and have coaches like Alberto Salazar (I did have a coach named Alberto and he was Cuban...but...not close). So we have stay satisified with looking decent on a day to day basis, feel almost perfect (life isn't so), and deal with tons of stress that causes us to run and not the other way around.  So, may we always look to running as a beautiful thing and us as beautiful devices within its enchantment!  And of course to think of running as a necessity rite of passage to the fountain of youth.

Today's Mileage: 9.2 miles in 1 hour 15 minutes (8:04 min/mile pace)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Reflection In Sans Running Shoes

I have a love - hate relationship with cross - training days.  When they are inserted in my training week, they are by the time that my legs have flat out rejected me; they are craving rest and yet I cannot provide it.  Today was my XT day.  By time I've finished 30 minutes of my cardio session, I'm dying for it to be over with.  I look over at the treadmill and want to pound at it with all my force.  My knees will not appreciate the feeling.  So, instead, I will stick with my 1 hour and 15 min BOREDOM and await for the freedom of the wind in my face tomorrow morning....hoping that its sun will peek its head.

In a meanwhile, a burrito and a diet pepsi after my workout will do me good.  How graduate school has changed me.

Today's Workout: 30 minutes mod. cardio on elliptical, 20 minutes on stairmill (mod), 25 minutes light - moderate.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


One more semester.  That's all I need to finish up this drudgery of now unnecessary work.  I am so ready to be cut loose and be part of the clinic 100% - not just half my foot in the door.  I also want time to place running back in its level of priority.
And it's been so a trend for the past week +.  Tired, almost feverish, unable to wake in the morning, but able to run the mileage needed.  But by 9:00pm or earlier, I can already see myself crawling into the bed, moaning with happiness with my head on my pillow, and smiling at the deliciousness of the covers over me.  On the bus on the way back home today, I slept and almost convinced myself when at home that I would do the same.  But no...I challenged myself and went from the run I needed to do.  F-ing awesome job!

Today's Mileage: 8.5 miles @ 8:07 min/mile pace 

And now, as I write this, I feel totally zonked...the bed approaches faster and faster.

Monday, October 19, 2009

It's Cold and I Can't Care

Liz the Runner has been ousted, my friends! Yes, I am the girl you can count on to run a ridiculous amount of mileage per week.  However, last week, everyone else was doing the mileage for me as I sat on my student butt and did papers on Cuban health policy and studied for Orthotics.  I would log on to Facebook and I would hear friends say, "I ran 18 today! I ran 19...BLAH BLAH"  Walt would say, "I'm glad I'm resting." But I was trying to grin through my jealous grin. How I wanted to be out there pounding the pavement! Especially after I treated myself with a  new running toy - a GARMIN. I've lovingly renamed it "A Rabbit's Best Friend, " because it is.  Today it basically yelled at me for running too fast.  Actually, I set the virtual partner for a slower pace than I should be running (8:30 pace).  Boo on that! But imagine my thrill.   Hitting the pavement in 40 degree weather with the dawn just breaking.  Sexy. Awesome. Powerful. But it makes the rest of my day seem like nothing.  And makes me look forward to the rest of it...

Today's Mileage: 8.25 (1 hr 10 minutes)

Today's Message: That L knee feels like its about to pop! Need to do some strengthening + stretching tonight while watching Heroes.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

15 miles makes hip go pop

I just moved into my new home. I will not downplay how I feel about it: I'm in love with it. Not only is it peaceful and quiet, but I am able to get everything I need to do...done and finished...more efficiently thanks to the tranquility around me. Since I'm half a block from the park, I also get to run away from the crowded streets of my 5 years of training previous. So Sunday...

Sunday's Mileage: 15 miles.

It kinda went like this...9: ok, I have like an hour left I think. That's ok, I can make it. 11: I feel great! My knee pain is gone!, 13: two more!! God, I feel like throwing up. 15: ::ingest some gummy bears: God, these taste like crap! And I read in Galloway's Bible that you know when you ran too fast when you finish your long distance and you plop onto the couch afterwards. Well, I *tried* not to. I kept myself entertained by putting things away and then going for small dinner with the osito. But it left me out of commission for Monday's run. Not that I had one planned anyway, but just from a break from all the studying. And it wasn't because I was sore. It was because of damned left hip of mine. I need a good stretch and a good strengthening program as well.

So, today's workout...

Today's Mileage: 6 miles on treadmill + 30 minutes on elliptical

And my hip felt fine until mile 5 where I started feeling that 'pokey' feeling on the back of my hip. I just hope it's a tight piriformis saying hello and not something psycho like an AVN or stress fx.