I’m a big fan of Newton, Isaac not the fig. My body’s is a huge fan of the his First Law: a body at rest will stay at rest (unless acted upon by force).
In theory, I should’ve run five miles yesterday, thirteen today, and started (and completed) an exam for school. In theory. Yesterday, I didn’t even get out of the yoga pants and t-shirt I had slept in the night before. I did, however, accomplish passing level 213 in Candy Crush Saga (don’t start it if you haven’t), watching a few hours of DVR’d Veronica Mars episodes (gotta get refreshed for the movie!), took a three hour nap, and cleaned out my Hotmail in box. Yes, I still have a Hotmail email account. It’s where I send all of my ads and random newsletters I’ve signed up for over the years, but I don’t read them. No idea why I haven’t unsubscribed yet. But that’s beside the point. The point is my Hotmail inbox is now down to just over 1,000 unread emails from over 3200!
Oh, wait. That’s not at all the point of this post.
The point is, as much force as it requires, sometimes you need to find the force to apply to move you beyond that first hurdle. Today, I actually got dressed. Okay, it’s still yoga pants and a tshirt, but at least it’s not the ones I slept in the night before. I started the exam. At first “started” just meant I typed my name. But, I’ve now answered most of the first question. (And then I ruined my momentum by writing this, but I had to get it out.)
Here’s to the other part of Newton’s first law – a body in motion will stay in motion. And hoping that his second law holds true when I find enough acceleration to move my rear end into gear and force myself to finish this exam.
The third law, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction is for another time.
I recently got new shoes after I had logged over 300 miles on my old ones, and I *LOVE* these new ones. I ran the poor sales lady ragged, asking for about ten different styles, two to three different styles. They didn’t have the one I really wanted in my size, so she had them shipped over from another store. I tried these on, and instantly fell in love with my new Kayano-19s. These were my first non-New Balances in a very long time. Long time as in I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have New Balance other than my cheerleading shoes in high school.
The Kayanos fit so well. With only one exception. The heel. It rubs. I felt it on my first short run (~4 miles) with them. I’ve been working on upping my mileage with them, and in fact, I even did my long 12 miles with them on Sunday.
My four miles on Tuesday killed my heel/Achilles. I’m pretty sure it’s due to my sock bunching, and I felt it rubbing around the 3.5 mile mark. I was afraid that if I stopped, I wouldn’t be able to get going again. By the time I finished (total of 4.5 miles including warm up/cool down), my skin had been rubbed and there was a nice reddish-hue around the back.
So, needless to say, I’m taking a day off. I don’t want to make it worse, especially when I have another long run this weekend! Another part of the annoyance though – I’m heading out of town for work for the next two days and probably won’t have time to work out. The gear is packed, just in case.
Something I’ve been thinking about after the long run this weekend, but I couldn’t figure out if it was my mind or my body that “gave up” first. All I know is that around mile 11, it took A LOT of effort to keep the legs even moving.
To go along with the mental training, check out this interesting infographic from the peeps at CharityMiles:
Starting to hope I’ve been training well!
Perhaps I need to go back to the first article…
As I was running my 12 miles yesterday, I came across a gentlemen who was moving pretty gingerly. I slowed down to ask if he needed any help, but thankfully, he was just working through a sore adductor. We chatted for about 5 minutes, mostly with him going on about how he’s been running for 34 years straight, he did 50+ miles last week, and he and his daughter did the Chicago marathon together last year. You could tell that he takes pride in his health and running, and he wants others to do the same. As we stood chatting, he clapped and gave thumbs up to everyone that went by. “Good job! So glad you’re out here for you! Keep it up!” He also told me about how he’ll cool down after a race by redoing the last couple miles or so. While he’s doing his cool down, he tries to encourage those that are just finishing. He’ll go back and stand along that route and shout encouragement and give out high fives.
As he and I were parting ways to continue our respective runs, he said, “You know, tomorrow’s a great day to run.”
“I thought every day was a great day to run, Gary?”
“Well, yes, but tomorrow, June 24 is my birthday. An especially great day to run. I’ll be 63! What more could you celebrate?”
“Gary, you don’t look a day past 40.”
Happy birthday, Gary. And thanks for being an inspiration and a cheerleader.
Recovery foods I will enjoy???
Because I needed another reason to reach for coffee.
As a little girl, we used to go walk in the rain around Grandma’s circular driveway. She had these awesome clear umbrellas that actually covered your shoulders and kept your head and arms dry. They always looked like we were in little bubble.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve never really thought about running in the rain. I’ve considered myself to be more of a fair-weather runner. Too cold? I’ll pass. Potential for rain? Skip it. Now, I would try to get to the gym to log some treadmill miles, but those aren’t the same as the pavement outdoors miles.
A couple months ago, a friend and I were planning on running a course that we knew we’d be doing in June (North Hills 10k), but it was supposed to be rainy that day. I think I surprised both her and myself when I said, “Sure! I’m still up for it!” And you know what? It was lovely. Cool weather, enough rain to keep you cooled off, and my trusty visor to keep the rain out of my eyes. There has been only one other time when I got caught in the rain since then. (I’m a loyal and avid Weather Channel fan – ask my sister.) Today, even after repeated checking of future radar both on my phone and the actual weather.com site, I thought, you know what? I need to run these 12 miles today. Just go do it. Plus, it helped that weather.com said it wasn’t supposed to rain until ~ 2:45.
Yes, it was a tad on the humid side, but it was cloudy, so the weather had that going for it when I left the house just before 11. (I know, living in the South I should really make an effort to get out and run before the heat of the day, but that’s for another post.) It sprinkled a little bit on the first leg, but nothing big. Just enough to know that it was actual moisture and not a bird spitting at me. I got to the halfway point, filled up my water bottles, and turned around. It was then that the skies opened up. So many people tried to take cover under overpasses and under trees. Not me. I kept running. I was already wet from the sweat of the 7 miles out, and the raindrops felt wonderful. It made me feel like being a kid again, walking around Grandma’s driveway under the bubble umbrellas with my sister and my cousins. But this time, I felt free enough to step out from the bubble.
I was doing pretty well with the longer runs. I did 10 miles and was completely proud of myself. Then an oh-so-supportive friend said, “oh! You’re doing 11 miles tomorrow? How long will that take you?”
“About two hours – maybe two and a half.”
“That’s a really long time. Why do you do that to yourself?”
And since then I’ve been kind of mentally unprepared for these long runs. There was a seed of doubt planted. Why am I doing this to myself? Can I even do this?
As I’m getting ready to head out for a 12-miler with my new water belt (definitely realized I needed it after my 10-miler), it’s time to start working on the mental aspect of running. Yes, I can do this. Why am I doing this? For me. For all the times I told myself I wasn’t a runner. To have two hours where it’s just me and my music – no school, no work, no drama.
Oh, yeah. And for wine. Napa to Sonoma half is coming up! And the faster I run that half marathon, the quicker I get to the wine part of it. 😉