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  1. It's Monday, still no running. My ankle still aches. I've been doing more reading on the Internet and none of it is encouraging. I think I have injured my tibialis posterior tendon. And if so, the Interwebs say I need to consult a doctor or risk permanent damage. Yay. So now I guess I need to call my doctor's office and find an orthopedic guy who specializes in ankles. Because in my area, they specialize that far. ThyPeace, pretty sure I know what practice I'll end up at. They're a few blocks from my office. I would usually walk it, in fact. Sigh.
  2. It's Wednesday. I did not do sprints yesterday, but I did run. Based on how my ankle feels now, it probably wasn't a good choice to run, though it didn't hurt at the time. So I'm going to try to walk the rest of this week. Sunday is a trip to Hershey Park with DD's youth group, so no long run this week. That's probably a good idea. I'm going to refer to the "after increasing distance for three weeks, reduce the mileage for a week" advice that I read in one of my running books and claim that I planned this all along. Sigh. I hope that's long enough to heal. And in other news, I need to re-restart my Whole30. I made it to Saturday and then the Mother's Day treats started arriving. ThyPeace, glum. The entire goal is NOT to get injured.
  3. That sounds like a good pre and post workout meal! Thanks for this discussion -- it's been helpful to my experimenting with fuel, too. ThyPeace, just realized I forgot something in my most recent giant post...
  4. This is going to be another long post. You've been warned. Not that there's anyone actually reading, but hey, it brightens my day to write, so I'm going to assume there's a tremendous audience of interested readers out there. Okay. So that last update had almost nothing to do with learning to run. Sorry about that. Last Friday was a nice little run. I'd walked with DH on Thursday, so in spite of being tired from the homework marathons (DD had two more that week, the poor thing), my legs were pretty fresh. I'd been thinking about the run-walk ratio of my workouts, and decided that it would be a good idea to try to run some very steady distances as well as doing faster runs with alternating walks. It took a lot to slow down enough to be able to run the whole time on Friday, but I did it. And felt pretty refreshed at the end, actually. I walked with DH partway to the subway later in the morning just for the fun of it -- and because we were seeing Guardians of the Galaxy in the evening, so I knew there would be no walking then. Saturday, in prep for a long run and because it was rainy, I did almost nothing. It was delightful, though I didn't get enough sleep. I have a feeling that was from lack of carbs the previous few days. "Tiger blood" is great when you want it, but the lack of sleep that goes with it can be a pain sometimes. Now, for a bit of the "Learning how to run" stuff. For my long run on Sunday, I did some prep on Saturday. I planned to go about a mile further than the previous week and start testing hydration and fueling options. I had read that one should have fuel for any run longer than about 1:15, and I'm doing double that at this point. I also knew, from the end of the run last week, that I was both out of fuel and dehydrated by the time I was done. I did some research online and learned (unsurprisingly) that every hydration option has its own proponents. I also learned that the CamelBak-type backpacks are usually for runs longer than I'm planning to do right now, so I eliminated that choice. We stopped at the running store on Saturday afternoon and I tested all their solutions for carrying stuff. Nathan products are quite nice. I tried their vests, belts, and hand-held bottles, and ended up with this: The diagonal slant of the bottle makes it easy to take out while moving. Even better, its placement is right in the small of the back where I have been carrying my ancient flip phone ever since I started running. It feels pretty much exactly like having my phone and a jacket tied around my waist, which is something I've been doing for ever. I put plain water in the bottle -- hydration done. There are two water fountains on the trail, so I figured I wouldn't need to actually refill the water bottle until the second one, which is at about the halfway point for my run. For fuel, I rolled five dates in a mixture of sodium and potassium chloride, which I have been adding to my water when I get home for some time. Actually, I just dumped the salts in the bag and rolled the dates around in it, so there was extra salt in the bottom just in case. I was glad I'd done that. I also added some unsweetened baking chocolate pieces, just to see what they'd do. I had all of that stuff ready to go on Saturday evening, and also set up the coffee pot so I could try the coffee-an-hour-before thing. Sure enough, it cleared me out nicely. Next time I just need to remember to dump out the old coffee so that the pot doesn't overflow. That created a bit of a delay in getting out the door, as did DH pulling me back down to cuddle for a half hour longer. Not that I object to cuddling! I just nearly didn't get up again to actually run. So... an hour later than I'd intended, out the door I went. Nice day for a run -- 60 degrees, sunny, just a light breeze. I walked for the first half mile as always, and then started running. I noticed that I felt good. So I kept running. At 15 minutes of running, I forced myself to talk a two minute walk break, then ran again. I did that five times total, with the walk breaks varying depending on how I felt and what else I was doing. The first one, I just walked. The second one, it being 30 minutes into the run, I had water, a salted date, and a piece of chocolate. (I'd read that was about where I needed to start fueling.) It tasted great! It took a bit for the whole thing to settle in my stomach; I think I drank a little too much water. Sip, not gulp.... The third time, I stopped at the port-a-potty (note to self, coffee is a liquid). That's also where the first water fountain is. And wait a minute, it's not working! Doh. This is going to be a problem if the second one is also not working. In the meantime, I had a drink. And a bit of the salts on my finger, because you know what? SALT. After that, I don't recall exactly what I did, but I had a few sips of water every time I walked and had a date every other time. Because I was running a lot, I noticed that it hurts to run. Specifically, oh my aching right hip! This happened at the 10k as well, and I have since been practicing running in a way that doesn't hurt. Basically, that means pushing first my chest and then my hips forward and staying that way. I tend to lose concentration and hunch over when I'm not thinking about it, though, and then it hurts again. I probably should have slowed down early in my run yesterday so that I could get that right. It was a day when I really had a hard time going slowly. And in fact, for some of those 15-minute runs, I was playing with for-me-fast paces. Not actually fast, mind you, but trying really hard to focus on "easy" rather than "slow," because some of the faster running isn't actually all that hard any more. For short distances, anyway. I should play with that more on my shorter runs... Anyway, I eventually remembered how to run so as not to hurt my hip. And I noticed that if I paused to stretch, things felt a whole lot better too. So for the last two hours or so, I stopped maybe four times to stretch my hamstrings, calves, and hips. I tried not to stretch my Achilles much, as I know that'll lead to soreness afterwards. With all that, I didn't get tired nearly as early as I usually do. Instead of it being around mile 7 or 8, I would say I was feeling it more like mile 10.5. By then, my feet were hurting, and the rest of me was pretty wiped out. I was also out of dates and wishing for more, so I think a little more fuel might have helped. I know for sure, though, that the water (slow sips, not gulps), salt, and dates helped. The chocolate? Meh, probably not. It tasted okay, but I think I agree with the general idea that it isn't what I need for a run of this length. I was craving protein by the end, but I'm not sure how that would sit in my stomach. Maybe next time I'll try a couple of boiled eggs instead of the chocolate. I'm resisting pureed sweet potato and things like that because pureed foods tend to mess with my digestion some. Edited to add: After the run, I had several ounces of chicken and, though I'd intended something else, DH had bought a bag of cherries as a Mother's Day treat. I had those. They were fantastic. Had a regular lunch about an hour after that, and felt fine in terms of food the rest of the day. Even though my FitBit says I burned 1,500 calories. Which seems unlikely, but who knows. So.... after all that (yes, this is another too long post), I was out for 2:39 and went 11.6 miles. That's a pace of 13:42, so almost exactly the same as the pace last week. Hmmm. That really doesn't make sense. Oh, wait. I blew it on my pace calculation last week. Not sure how, but last week it was 14:22, not 13:39. So this week was indeed faster, which is what it felt like. By the end, though, I was staggeringly tired, about like I was last week. And because I was going faster and the dehydration and lack of fuel weren't limiting me, I also get to learn what the next limits are. I need to think harder about my shoes and socks, because I have blisters in a couple of places (someone suggested turning socks inside out, which will definitely help with one of the blisters) and my left ankle is swollen on the inside, just behind the ankle bone. From my Googling, it appears that there is a tendon there that didn't like the the increased distances I've been doing. Or possibly it doesn't like the new shoes. I hobbled around a lot yesterday afternoon. I woke up at 4am with aching everywhere -- just a little from the ankle, a lot more from my right knee and hip. Aching enough that for the first time, I got up and took ibuprofen. This morning, I walked and thought about running, but since there was still ibuprofen in my system, I decided not to, in case I was genuinely injured rather than just sore. After it wore off, I didn't return to the same level of sore, which is encouraging. My ankle is still swollen, though. I think this means that I am going to stay at this distance for a few weeks and try to build stamina. I may also try using my old shoes and see if that helps my ankle. Sigh. I really thought I'd found a good shoe solution. I may have to take my shoes and feet back to the running shoe store and hand myself over to the more experienced buyers to see what they can figure out. ThyPeace, if I were crazy, which I may be, I'd do some sprints on a track tomorrow. You know. Just to see how fast I can actually go. Even if I am crazy, though, I won't have time in the morning to get to a measured track. So that will have to wait for some other crazy time.
  5. A quick midweek update. This week's recovery has been almost as hard as recovering from the 10k. I wasn't as sore, true, but still sore. And the tiredness and hunger were very similar. I walked more than I ran on Monday, ran more than I walked yesterday, and this morning had to cut the whole thing short by a mile because of a late start to the day. Still, I think I'm doing okay. I am moving consistently. And still not getting much strength work. Nonetheless, I feel stronger than I did a few months ago, so go figure. I have also been very busy because of a combination of things that have come together to create a bit of a complicated week for DD. Last week, her brother (my ex's child) turned out to have lice. He has long hair and was thoroughly infested. So when DD when back to their house, she of course immediately got lice. My ex spend 7 hours on a Friday treating all of them and their stuff. I've been the treater on more than one occasion (lice are endemic in the local schools, so every family deals with it), and it is not any fun at all. DD's hair is as long as it's ever been, too, making the whole thing harder. My hair is also long, so I had to be checked as well. Luckily, none on my head, though it itches every time I think about it. In addition, it was the weekend for the school musical. DD was not in it, but wanted to see it every night. She missed it on lice treatment night, but saw it on Thursday evening and Saturday afternoon. All this is important because the end of 8th grade is also "pile on the work so you know what high school feels like!" time. She was supposed to present her debate on May 4, but her English teacher had a brain anyeurism (yes, really) and that delayed things significantly. It ended up being a week later. And the math assessment was last Thursday. She didn't finish it in class, didn't mention it on Thursday, and then blew it off ("But Mama, they said on announcements that it was a no homework weekend!") until Monday. Then there was the science teacher, who was out sick much of last week and so the science materials didn't get presented on time but the test was still scheduled for Wednesday, so finish up the study packet, please. And the history teacher? Out last week because of Outdoor Education with the 6th graders. So the essay on the start of the Civil War was also delayed and ended up due... Tuesday. So once she finished spending her weekend relaxing, there was an enormous amount of work to do. And on top of that, she's in the middle of a puberty growth spurt and her ADHD med levels are totally out of whack. To say that it has been a tough couple of days is an understatement. And because of the school she goes to, parental involvement is not only expected, but basically required to get stuff done. At least with my kid; I'm sure there is a minority who can handle all this stuff on their own. In any case, she was up -- and I was helping -- with homework until after 10pm on Monday night (bedtime is usually 9:30). That night she fell asleep with her clothes on and her teeth unbrushed, though I did braid her hair and make her take her night time (migraine prevention) meds. Tuesday night she was up until 11:15; I made her take a much-needed shower. By then, all the homework was done except a page of math that I hope took five minutes in study hall. She worked really hard. And -- she has now really gotten into the jogging after school thing because she wants to beat me at step counts. So both days her breaks were time to run around the "block," which is about a half mile. Yesterday she went four times. I just grinned. Lots of steps and even better, lots of exercise. Today I ordered her the new FitBit. (She decided coral was a fine color rather than rose gold.) I'm not so happy that she spent the weekend not working on stuff and that she never mentioned the struggle with the math assessment until Monday. But I'm pleased with how hard she worked to get it all done once she knew she had to. ThyPeace, and yes, we are adjusting the meds in the middle of all this.
  6. Started this on Sunday, so "yesterday" is Saturday: Ooookay. So yesterday I didn't run, but I did walk quite a bit. StepBet and all, and though I usually plan the last day of the StepBet week as a rest, in this case I messed up a day early in the week and didn't reach my goal by all of 200 steps. (My FitBit was counting a manual entry that I didn't realize was there, but StepBet only uses actually-counted steps.) So yesterday I needed to get more steps than a rest day. I still wanted it to be low-key, though, so I just did extra walking at various times throughout the day. The longest one was the walk back home from Starbucks holding a cup of coffee; obviously not a strenuous workout, though I seem to walk faster than many people these days. Much of the rest of the day was things like grocery shopping and going to the musical at DD's middle school. She has lots of friends who are in the show and wanted to see them all. Got a decent night's sleep and then got up pretty early (for a Sunday) today. I was out to start my run by 8:15. There was an 8k race near my house today, so I saw those runners. DH and I had talked about running it, but I really wanted the slower, easier pace of my own stuff. The 10k two weeks ago was plenty of racing for me for the moment. So I walked along and watched the runners who passed me. Some of them were really fast. Many of them after that didn't look fast, but were still running faster than I can run. When I got to my usual spot to transition to running, there was an older man next to me, and I paced him for a bit. Turns out he was faster than me, too, and I let him go on at his own pace. I turned off from their course soon enough anyway, only to cross it a block or so further along. Once I'd done that, I was free and clear and running with only the usual collection of other runners, dog walkers, people with kids, and occasional bikers. It takes a long time to go ten miles when you move at my pace. (13:39 today, alternating running and walking as usual.) A really long time. You have time to look at things. There's a cherry tree on the bank of the creek that parallels the path. When I first ran along there, it was a dark octopus, all twisted old branches hanging over the water brooding, waiting. The very next time I went by, it was bathed in white blossoms. Still ancient and mysterious, but oh so beautiful. This time, it was full of green new leaves, a cheerful, whimsical state for a tree of any age. And such was much of the day. There was the old man with the frightened, aggressive German Shepherd. He was a strong owner and managed things well, but I could see the worry in his eyes. He did not want his dog doing damage and there was too risk for his likes. And there was mud, of course. It's rained a lot in the last few days and the mud is everywhere. Particularly under the underpasses. I met a woman with two kids in a jogging stroller going the other way in one of them. I climbed up onto the stone ledge and walked along and left her the driest -- not very dry -- part of the path. Some short eternity later, perhaps an hour, I was still running. And walking, of course. I passed a new pond that I'd only seen once before. There was a turtle on a log last week. This week there were three of them in various spots. I came to a fork where, the previous week, DH and I had debated the correct path. I tried the other way this time and learned that yes, the path we want to take does cross that fork. It's just up on a train trellis about 40 feet above where I was. So I ran back the other way. I have to admit that that was kind of the end of my energy. I kept going, of course, but not nearly as fast nor structured. I kept finding myself walking and would pick up running again, only to find myself walking some more. This was at about mile 7.5, which was the distance I had been doing regularly before the 10k, so I guess it's not too much of a surprise. I wasn't thirsty -- it was relatively cool here today, and there are two water fountains on the path. I took advantage of both of them, though I didn't really feel as though I needed the second drink. That was five miles from the end, though, so I knew I'd best get something to drink while I could. And it reminds me again that as it gets hotter, I'm going to have to start carrying water if I keep these distances. Here's where I started typing again on Monday. Now "yesterday" is Sunday. But after that detour, I just started dragging. I walked a lot more. There was an uphill area where I walked almost the whole way, and then an odd jog that has no reason except following the half marathon course. I did it, but without enthusiasm. And the rest of the path on that long, straight trainbed, I alternated walking with a painful run that really made me notice how sore my feet had gotten. I eventually even put my jacket back on, the one that had been tied around my waist for more than an hour, because I wasn't generating enough heat to leave it off. But I kept going. I have to admit that I'm not sure I was running entirely straight by then. I had been hungry an hour before. By this time, I didn't feel hunger any more. Just incredibly tired. And my feet hurt. Eventually, after what felt like forever and was probably 20 minutes, I made it into the little park that will eventually be the end of the race. There is a Papa John's that is literally right where I think the finish line will be. I texted DH and told him that on race day, if I finish, I am totally having pizza. A lot of it. That's sometime in the future, though. On Sunday, I just kept going. The last mile or so, from the finish line to home, I just existed through. Ran, walked, ran, walked. Picked up a little as I turned into my neighborhood, then just staggered home. There was nothing pretty about the last third of that run. Nothing graceful or nice or anything. It was sheer just-keep-moving. Climbing the stairs to the house took all the energy I had left. And then I walked into the house. Did I mention I'd been getting texts? Oh yes, various ones. See, DD was supposed to have a group over from her youth group that morning, and they were supposed to start at 11. So DD had made Rice Krispies treats and lit a bunch of candles, and DH had vacuumed and swept. They were all set... and then they found out it was cancelled. When I walked in 5 minutes later, DD was standing with a plate, a Rice Krispies treat on it, smiling at me. "Mama, the group is cancelled. Do you want a Rice Krispies treat?" I gotta tell you, even if this had been my most important Whole30 ever (whatever that is), I would have broken it for that. She must have been so disappointed that her friends weren't coming over, and yet she didn't show any of it and instead was offering me a treat. I love that kid. And the Rice Krispies treat? She made them, but I added the vanilla. They were excellent. I loved every bite. ThyPeace, I had two.
  7. I am one who loves a lot of fruit as well. I understand the desire and the benefits of fruit, and I still eat a lot of it. However, I have learned that to really satisfy what my body is looking for, I have to add protein. Take yesterday's epic (for me) 11 mile run. I was STARVING afterward. The fruit looked fantastic and I had some (and some non Whole30 stuff; going to have to start over, but that's a story for my own thread). What really got me to the point of not wandering around the kitchen looking at food, though, was the eggs, the cold burger straight from the fridge, the packet of tuna, and the steak at supper time. I definitely agree with Laura that thinking through the template meal will do you some good. ThyPeace, Yesterday was an eat-all-the-things day.
  8. Okay, let's go back to last Saturday and talk shoes. At the stride clinic I went to in February, the shoe specialist said that she would like to see me in a different shoe and a different size. So Saturday, now that we are past the 10k, I went to look at shoes. The Brooks Adrenaline was the shoe she'd recommended and was also the shoe the nice young man at the running shoe store recommended. For comparison's sake, he also had me try out a pair of the shoe I had been wearing in the size that they thought I should be in -- a 9D instead of an 8B. The new size felt better. The new shoe in the new size felt much better. So I bought it. It's the first shoe I've worn that feels... stable. I never even realized that I didn't feel stable before. But I ran in these shoes and knew I wasn't going to fall. Other shoes I've worn, I am always thinking about making sure that I didn't fall. In these new shoes, I had none of that sense. So I didn't wear them for the long run on Sunday; that seemed completely foolish. But I did wear them on Monday for all my trips back and forth. My feet didn't hurt any, exactly, but I felt as though I had used some muscles differently. My big toes, for example. Some parts of my feet. But the next day... It was Tuesday and I had run two days in a row. And I figured I'd wake up tired and in need of a rest day. But I didn't. I woke up a little tired, yes, but not very. And I went out and that was the point where I felt as though my body just wasn't going to let go of a run that day. So I ran. Specifically, after I warmed up, I did sprints Fast, walk, fast, walk, fast, walk... Over and over and over again. I only stopped because I had to get ready for work. And when I stopped, I was sure that I would be just destroyed the next day, probably limping so badly I'd barely be able to walk. So Wednesday? Nope. I got up, went out, and didn't have the energy to do sprints again, so I just alternated running and walking. But you know, I usually feel that way on Monday, not on Wednesday. Thursday, I walked with DH and had to struggle to get my steps in, but that's because I stayed at work until after 8pm and had a really hard time getting any steps in the evening. Managed it, though. This morning, it was pouring. I mean, really pouring. Like a hose pouring. So I looked up the indoor walking workouts that I've seen and did Leslie Sansone for 45 minutes. Barefoot. Jogging. That was not a great idea; my feet are sore now. Guess I'll keep wearing my new shoes! ThyPeace, ended up with a lot of steps today between that and taking hte subway downtown and then going to a memorial... and then walking to dinner.
  9. Okay, NOW I'm tired. Sleepy tired, need more shut-eye tired, please-let-me-have-a-nap tired. This may have to do with an increase in carbs. We'd had salad for supper the last three days in a row, and last night we had pork chops, baked potatoes, roasted sunchokes, apple-rhubarb sauce, and kale chips. A feast! And I suspect I have re-loaded any glycogen deficit I had, though I've actually lost weight since two days ago. But in any case. I could use a nap. Instead, I'll do a bit of writing. So I mentioned to DD that there is an upcoming women-only 5k where they give each runner a long-stem red rose at the end of the race. And she was all like, "OoooOOooooo." Yes, she is seriously a girly-girl. And that is a good thing, because the incentive of a rose is enough to get her to agree to do the 5k and, even better, to go jogging with me every afternoon that she's with me between now and then. Her stepdad on the other side (my ex's husband) is encouraging her to go jogging with him, too. So hey, exercise may be part of her world for a while. So yesterday we did our first round of jogging, all of 0.6 miles around the block. (It's not really a block, but close enough.) Regular jogging is not DD's style. Instead, imagine this guy's motions on a 14 year old girl running along our street. I really had to work to keep from laughing. And she moved amazingly quickly while she was doing it, though I have more stamina than she does. She used so much energy with all the flailing that she could only go for a hundred feet or so before stopping. And you know, that's okay. All exercise is good exercise. If she keeps doing a little running every day for six weeks, I'm happy. And then she realized that she should wear my old FitBit if she's running. She has worn it before, but not with any great regularity. So she pulled it out and charged it. And then, because it's a little ratty looking, she looked online and OMG, did you know there is now a pink FitBit Alta HR?? (Actually, I think "rose gold" is the fashionable way to say it.) She wants one with a passion only really seen in the young. And hey, I am not above bribery. So I said, "Would you be willing to keep jogging every day all summer if I helped you pay for the FitBit?" The answer was an instant yes. So I'm thinking about it. A hundred bucks is far less than I would pay for almost any class she would take, and the skills might actually do her more good. I'm still thinking about it, but even better than getting myself in shape is giving her the skills to keep herself in shape her whole life. At fourteen, she can gain far more from it than I can at 49 (and I can gain a lot)! So, that's DD's new running regimen. Looks like shoes and this week's runs are going to have to wait for tomorrow. ThyPeace, other activities (like getting 4,000 more steps) call.
  10. So... Monday. It was a little crazy. I woke up and thought, "wait, I don't hurt." I was a little tired, but not exhausted and not in pain. So I went outside, still expecting not to be able to run. I got home still wondering when it was going to hit me, but in the meantime I did an easy 2.5 miles with no problems at all. That afternoon, DD had a sewing class in town, so I walked with her while she biked. Once we got there, I decided not to take the bike home with me since the predicted storms looked like they were going to be later than we'd thought. I walked home (another 2.5 mile round trip) and got a few things done before heading out to meet her. We had some time before our dinner with DH and some friends of ours, so went to Starbucks and tried to work on her math. That didn't go well, but that's another story. We went and met our friends, and foolishly stayed just a little too long. By the time we got outside it was sprinkling and there were rumbles of thunder. And... DD has an anxiety disorder. Thunder is one of the triggers. Let's just say it wasn't a whole lot of fun getting her home, though exposure is one of the things that the docs say is really good for dealing with anxiety and it can be hard to get good thunder exposure. This was actually a good one, because although there were rumbles and it sprinkled the whole way, there was never a downpour and we were never in a really dangerous storm. (Though she would tell you we nearly died, of course.) I ended up jogging the last part of it while she rode her bike. Have you ever tried to jog while carrying leftovers and a freshly-made globe pillow that's a gift for the science teacher? No, I hadn't either. It is possible, though, I can attest to that. I ended up, just with the run in the morning and the two walks in the afternoon, logging well over seven miles. You'd think I would have been exhausted this morning, but no.... instead, my feet were practically walking before I got up. I swear, it's like when babies learn a new skill and then can't stop doing it even when they're exhausted. Except I really didn't feel all that tired. A bit yes, but not the bone-aching exhaustion I've had before. I still think it's because I'm only running and not also killing myself with Nike Training Club workouts on alternate days. And I keep worrying that I'm going to pay for it one of these days. It sure is nice right now, though. ThyPeace, keeping this post a little shorter. Tomorrow, I'll talk shoes and DD's new running regimen.
  11. As you'll recall, I'm doing a StepBet. This is changing my workout habits so that I am going out to walk or run almost every morning, and I'm walking in the afternoons as well. That's probably a good thing for building endurance. At the same time, I am not doing the strength workouts that I had been doing, so I'm probably losing some strength. On the good side of that, my knees don't ache right now. Apparently they needed a break from squats. Figuring out how to work some strength training in would be a good thing. Right now, though, the weather is so nice that I'm having a hard time staying inside. Yesterday I got around 21,000 steps (more about most of those steps in a minute) and it's looking like 14k or so today. That's good; I'll get my two stretch days out of the way, and just have three active days for later in the week when I have less time. So Sunday was absolutely fantastic -- for me. No so much for DH. As we'd planned, he dropped me off at the six-mile marker of the half-marathon I'm thinking about. That would give me 7 miles of route to run and 1 mile to get home, so a total of 8 miles. He planned to go back to the house, get his bike, and meet me along the way. We miscommunicated about that, which I should have predicted because our underlying assumptions of each other's actions work really poorly when it comes to directional stuff. We can't even load a vehicle or moving van together, but that's another story entirely. Anyway, I walked for the first ten minutes. It was pretty steep downhill, more than I expected from having been on other parts of the trail, and then a steeper uphill than I'd expected. We'd driven along the trail to the dropoff point, so I was not surprised to see groups of runners coming toward me. I guess they must be some training group or another, fastest first and then the slower groups behind. The last group looked like I'd be able to keep up with them, depending on how far they go. And whether they take walk breaks. A lot of it is about the walk breaks, for me, though I'm sure I probably "should" push through and run. But anyway, I walked for a while, and then started running. Gorgeous day to run -- cloudy, 70 degrees, light breeze. So nice. I ran until I got to the water fountain and bathroom, took a quick break, then kept running. Oh, and texted DH that I was there, as a marker for him. Kept going, made it to the part of the trail that I hadn't been on before, kept going. And going. Past the exercise equipment -- wow, who knew that was there? Maybe next time I'll stop and do a few sets -- and onward. And more exercise equipment. Another street. Somewhere along there, DH texts me. "Really? You passed [street name], didn't you." Yep, I had. He had, of course, come down that street and then started back along the path to meet me. He got to where I'd texted him and I wasn't there. Sigh. So I kept going, alternating walking and running, and he eventually caught up with me when I'd been going for about 3.5 miles, maybe 4. And... his bike tire was flat. Poor guy! Because now we are about as far from our house as you can get on this route, he has a flat bike tire, and he has a bad enough case of plantar fasciaitis that it hurts to walk. I really felt for him, and there was not much I could do to help. We walked together until I was sure he was at a spot where he could find his way home (directional issues affect him in the city more than they do me), and then I kept running. More time on a trail I'd never been on before, then finally back into familiar territory. The whole way was pretty, with flowering trees and things. And pollen. Lots of gunk in my eyes on this run. Apparently I've learned to clear my eyes and keep moving; another success. Meanwhile, he was trudging along. I passed a bike shop along the trail -- not open! Oh, the cruelty. At that same intersection, though, there was also a gas station where he was able to inflate the tire enough to ride it. I stopped at the place where the half marathon route left the trail and waited for him, and then jogged along the route toward the bike shop we knew was open. He went on ahead, and by the time I got there he was waiting on the bike. We went to CVS and got a drink while we waited -- unsweetened iced tea for me, Coke Zero for him. And then eventually I walked on to the farmer's market and he caught up with me there. I bought rhubarb and sunchokes from our CSA farmers. The rhubarb is getting cooked and then combined with applesauce to make it edible. I love rhubarb, and it's just got to have something sweet with it, or it's inedible. Applesauce (home made and canned last fall, no sugar added) works pretty well. Walking around the market was a nice cooldown, and I had no intention of running any more. But then DH was walking along and said he wasn't going to ride until we got across a certain busy street, and somehow I got the impression that he wasn't going to bike unless I was running. So we crossed the street, he took off, and even though I could have just walked at that point, I ran anyway. I actually made it home in only a little more time than him; the chain came off the bike as he was riding, and then the shifter didn't work right, and then the chain came off again. It really was a tough day for him. So in the end, we spent more than three hours outside and I ran and walked about nine miles. When I look at my FitBit data, it appears that I had a high enough heart rate to be run-walking for about two thirds of the time, and just walking the rest. Some of the latter part I wasn't even walking, but just standing around or strolling. So if I were smarter than I am tonight, I could figure out how long it should actually have taken me to cover that nine miles. I'm not going to try, though. I just now know that nine miles that way is possible, and I could have kept going. Pretty sure I could have done another four miles if I'd wanted to, certainly at a walk and certainly even run-walking. I don't know how I would have felt the next day, though. So let's talk about this whole running thing. I mean, I went nine miles on Sunday. Why did I do that? It boils down to one thing -- I enjoyed it. DH asked me if I want to run a local 8k that's next weekend. And honestly, I would rather just go out and do ten miles at my own pace than run a race. About the only benefit I can see to running a race is that it is a great motivator to put out my "best" performance for that given moment. Doing that occasionally provides a nice benchmark for improvements and running gains. The rest of it -- the crowds, the noise, the incredibly chipper people? Yeah. Hi. I'm ThyPeace. I'm an introvert. Give me a quiet stretch of trail with no one around anytime. ThyPeace, And then there was yesterday. I'll save that for another post, though.
  12. Heh. "...most times you don't feel like the world is ending during it..." Now that is a ringing endorsement of a run if I ever heard one! I'm still recovering from Sunday's run. I may also have caught a bug that's going around our office -- stomach stuff plus light congestion, sniffles, and overall body tiredness. Not that I can separate the body tiredness from being tired from the run, but the other stuff shouldn't still be run-related. Could be the combination of the opportunistic viral critters and my body being worn down from the run and from a few weeks of off-target eating and too many house guests. Whatever the reason, I'm a bit under the weather. And having joined a StepBet, I can't completely take the day off, though I did sleep in and skip my workout this morning. That's going to lead to a lot of ten minute walks around the building and stuff like that today to try to catch up. Probably not a bad thing; though my hip isn't sore like it was, the muscle aches from the run have caught up with me nicely. I never mentioned the rest of Sunday when I posted before. Man oh man, it was an eat-all-the-things day. I came home craving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and just couldn't shake it. The post-run food was plentiful, and I had scrambled eggs, sausage, grilled peppers and onions, and an apple. Maybe not the best choices, but the best of the ones that were there. I completely forgot to think about bringing snacks along, which I could have by using the drop bag system they had in place. I'll remember it next time. Once I got home, I had pork roast and, trying to emulate peanut butter and jelly, I had almonds and raisins. It got me partway there. Later on I had dried mango and more protein. Oh, and there was a baked potato in there somewhere. I was much hungrier than after my usual Sunday runs, though, which I had not expected. I kept showing up in the kitchen, led by my stomach, looking for more to eat. Not out of boredom, but genuine need for food. And lots of liquid. What finally settled me down, interestingly, was about six ounces of orange juice and a liter of lime seltzer. DH had a similar experience -- he was drinking orange and apple juice for a while, and ate an orange at a time when he never eats them. I realized afterward that we must have both really depleted our glycogen stores more than we have in the past, and our bodies were letting us know about it. Something to think about for longer runs. Speaking of which, I am stilling thinking about the half marathon course. My first thought was to go out and walk the whole thing this weekend, but 13 miles, even at a walk, is probably too big a jump from 7.25. I think instead I'll try for about 8 miles of it this weekend, and then work my way up from there to do the whole thing. If I'm going to do 8 miles on Sunday, though, I need to do at least that much and preferably more during the week. That's going to be hard if I want to run it, but doable if I do a couple of runs and add in walks in the evenings. ThyPeace, I've decided all this is because I like going out on walks and runs, not for the exercise and certainly not for the races. And that reminds me, time for a walk around the building.
  13. I'm voting for the working-harder-means-more-recovering line of reasoning, as it just makes sense to me. And if that's what's going on, then I would think hard about how you're recovering. USA Swimming has a couple of articles about swimmer recovery, the best of which appears to be this one: Art of Recovery.pdf It is broken into sections -- cool down, refueling, stretching, massage, and sleep. I think looking at two time periods would be helpful. First, the time immediately after the workout, when cool down, refueling, ice, and stretching are useful. And the a longer-term consideration of the next 24 hours, when more refueling, stretching, massage, and sleep come into play. Maybe pick two things to change in each of those time periods and see what helps the most. For refueling in particular, I would also say yes, you should eat both protein and carbs. As a swimmer, you are likely to need more carbs than non-swimmers would think. Swimming is intense and for a masters workout refueling may need to start even before you get out of the pool. I've seen plenty of swim team kids with chocolate milk at the end of the lane and in the showers, and though it's not Whole30 compliant, it is probably good fuel for them and for many swimmers. Can't do that during a Whole30, of course. But try some of the things that runners try -- dates stuffed with almond butter, boiled eggs, and lots of water for during exercise. Right after, try potato salad (made with mustard) with extra mashed egg whites or tomato meat sauce with butternut squash, etc. And lots more water. So, how's the ice-stretching-massage-sleep part of it for you? ThyPeace, limping her way through the day after a 10k. Refueled okay, should have done ice on the hip and more stretching. You live, you learn...
  14. Thanks, MadscienceM. I don't think I kicked Butt, but I accomplished some things. First, I finished!! And second, I RAN THE WHOLE WAY! I'm very happy with both. There was a woman just a little ahead of me who kept a steady pace that I thought I could keep. I could have passed her toward the beginning, but decided not to. That was a good choice, because she kept that very steady pace long after I wanted to do something -- anything! -- else. But she just kept going at her steady pace, and I did my best to keep up with her. That worked until about mile 4, when my stomach started bothering me and she just kept running. So did I, just slower. And somewhere around the 5th mile or a bit later, she really picked up the pace and ended up quite a long way ahead of me. That's okay. I. Just. Kept. Running. In the end, it took me 1:07, so a pace of ... 10:47. Huh. I hadn't calculated it until just now. That's pretty good. (For me.) No wonder they call it a PR course. And it was really a nice course. Flat or downhill most of the way, and because it's on a major road, it was beautifully lacking in side tilts and other things that hurt my various body parts. By the end, though, my right hip was really aching. And did I mention my stomach? Sigh. My first stop was the port-a-potties. Next time a race starts at that particular time, maybe I need to remember to have coffee 90 minutes before that. That usually moves things along relatively well for me. Heck, before a race I could even try some regular coffee, rather than the decaf I usually drink. (My family is hypersensitive to caffeine. We usually don't drink regular coffee. I learned the hard way in grad school when I was awake for three days after finals ended...) Anyway, the race had good and bad points, and there are several things I want to work on to improve. Mostly, I want to keep getting healthier at running. By which I mean that I want to improve my form so that I can go longer before it starts to hurt. DH also ended up running the race even with his sore foot. He was debating even yesterday about whether he was going to run. And this morning he was debating about whether he was going to stick with me and go slow, or strike out on his own. I knew what would happen once he started running, though, and sure enough, he struck out ahead of me and just kept going. Several months ago when we signed up for this race, his goal was to run it in an hour. Today, once he left me, he passed the 1:05 pacer fairly quickly and soon started looking for the 1:00 pacer. (I passed the 1:10 pacer and no one else, of course.) He ended up finishing in 1:00:04. And he also finished in a good bit of pain from his heel and Achilles tendon. We got some ice from the med tent and he iced it on the train ride back to the start and also in the car on the way home. And then he dumped his foot in a bucket of ice before taking a shower. There was more ice, Aleve, and a bike ride to try to ease the pain, as well. He found out last weekend that the bike ride helped a lot. I don't know if it'll help the same day as a race; we'll find that out tomorrow, I suppose. I hope he's not in too much pain. Next weekend I'll have a regular jog in the part, and then the following weekend there is an 8K race less than a mile from my house. I'll probably do that one just for the fun of it, even though it's not really long enough for my Sunday runs. And...the lady I followed for so long today was wearing a shirt that said something like "If it doesn't hurt, you're not doing it right." There was a 13.1 on the tail. ThyPeace, it makes me think about half marathons. I think I could do one. And the one that people have recommended to me ends about a mile from my house. I have run parts of the course already in my usual weekly runs. Hmmmm.
  15. No need to give fruit up completely; I love fruit too! It took me a long time and several Whole30s before I started to be able to identify when I had had too much fruit. Watermelon, in particular, leaves me with a sugar hangover if I have too much. If that's the worst of my overindulgences, though, life is much better than it was! So I'd suggest just doing a trade -- reduce the fruit you have and add some veggies instead, and see if it makes a difference. Sleep, oh sleep. If you want your body to function, it must have sleep! Or at least, that's how it works with my body. Do you sleep more than two hours longer on weekends? If so, I suggest trying for 20 minutes earlier during the week, for a whole week. See what you do on that weekend, and then adjust again. I still sleep a lot on weekends, but have found that if I can get 7.5 hours of sleep each weeknight, I sleep long the first night of the weekend, but wake up earlier on Sunday. I take that as my measure of sleep success. It definitely doesn't always work yet. This week, for example, I've been way under on sleep and have to be up early both days of the weekend. Naps, here I come! Especially after the 10k on Sunday. ThyPeace, never experienced the lead legs because she wasn't working out intensely when she started Whole30 stuff.