Tara posted a reminder to health and fitness bloggers that it’s important for us to keep blogging even when things are stalled or back sliding.

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It’s only taken me 3 weeks of thinking about, but hey guess what? I had a back slide.

I was having some serious calf/shin issues going on and I took a week off to rest and heal.

Then it was moving week. While I didn’t run an inch, I was walking about 5 miles a day, and doing plenty of heavy lifting of boxes of stuff I’m sure we don’t need (and didn’t I throw that away the last time we moved?)

Then it was a bad habit. 

But I’m tired of feeling guilty for not running and subsequently not blogging. (Geez, guys, quit pressuring me all the time!)

Today more or less, started off with what was going to be an easy, flat 4 miles. 

It rapidly became 5 miles, with the middle 2 being hill repeats. 

I did 8 consecutive streets, with the first being the steepest hill, down to the last two which barely pass for hills in Seattle. 

  1. 12.8% grade 
  2. 10.9%
  3. 8.5%
  4. 7.8%
  5. 7.9%
  6. 9.3% (I feel justified in what I tell you next after calculating this)
  7. 6.7%
  8. 5.8% (see? that’s like a bump in the road around here)

Highlight of the run:

Reaching hill #6, which had a nice gradual climb before a sudden sharp climb. Looking up about 1/3 of the way up the hill and saying out loud ‘oh shit’ before charging on. 

I LOVE hills. 

More posts to come. 

Soon.

Tara posted a reminder to health and fitness bloggers that it’s important for us to keep blogging even when things are stalled or back sliding.

(X)

It’s only taken me 3 weeks of thinking about, but hey guess what? I had a back slide.

I was having some serious calf/shin issues going on and I took a week off to rest and heal.

Then it was moving week. While I didn’t run an inch, I was walking about 5 miles a day, and doing plenty of heavy lifting of boxes of stuff I’m sure we don’t need (and didn’t I throw that away the last time we moved?)

Then it was a bad habit. 

But I’m tired of feeling guilty for not running and subsequently not blogging. (Geez, guys, quit pressuring me all the time!)

Today more or less, started off with what was going to be an easy, flat 4 miles. 

It rapidly became 5 miles, with the middle 2 being hill repeats. 

I did 8 consecutive streets, with the first being the steepest hill, down to the last two which barely pass for hills in Seattle. 

  1. 12.8% grade 
  2. 10.9%
  3. 8.5%
  4. 7.8%
  5. 7.9%
  6. 9.3% (I feel justified in what I tell you next after calculating this)
  7. 6.7%
  8. 5.8% (see? that’s like a bump in the road around here)

Highlight of the run:

Reaching hill #6, which had a nice gradual climb before a sudden sharp climb. Looking up about 1/3 of the way up the hill and saying out loud ‘oh shit’ before charging on. 

I LOVE hills. 

More posts to come. 

Soon.

my Saturday

Remember a little while back when I said that I was done moving my schedule around? I did so well for almost a week. I honestly don’t know how Friday got away from me, but all of a sudden it was 10 o’clock and I was falling asleep on the couch. I hadn’t run or done my Hard CORE workout. I decided then and there, that I would double up my runs on Saturday. Which translates to a 4 mile tempo run in the morning, and a 3 mile hill workout in the evening.

Tempo run: 4 miles/38 minutes.

It really wasn’t that exciting, until the end. I did manage to power  up a short but steep hill at the midway point which I felt great about. Then I got within 10 blocks of my house. I live within a few miles of a police precinct so there are often police cars on the arterials near my house. Yesterday morning, there were swarms of them. I got passed by at least six different squad cars and each one of them gave me the “cop look”. Seriously? Your APB is for a woman running in a bright orange running skirt? Move along, sirs, move along. I probably wasn’t behaving as respectfully as I could have, but I just wanted to get home without having to run in the wrong direction. And by not behaving as respectfully as I could have, I mean that it’s possible that I threw my hands in the air and yelled “F*CK THIS!” after nearly being run over by an officer who floored it in reverse half a block in my direction, fishtailing the entire way. So I ended up going the long way home anyway.

I was just trying to get home so Hubs could do his fantasy football draft. *EPIC EYEROLL*

Fast-forward to dinner time. I still needed to get my last 3 miles in. So I did it. I drove to a slightly different neighborhood and did a quick mile loop as a warm up. The hill I picked was really gradual at the bottom and got continually steeper as I got towards the top. I set out to do 10 repeats, which would give me 1.2 miles of uphilledness. The first 3 went fine, but my legs were starting to feel heavy. The fourth repeat I decided to race a bike up the hill. He had a massive head start (over halfway), but hills are friendlier to runners than to bikers so I did pass him right before the top. On the way back down I realized I shouldn’t have done that because it killed my energy. I blocked out all signals coming from my legs and continued to do the repeats until they tried to mutiny after the 8th repeat. My quads got all jello-y. I gave them a little pep talk and did the last two repeats with no break so that they wouldn’t have a chance to protest again. The cool down mile was probably the slowest I have ever run in my life. But I didn’t crap out on the cool down, which is an accomplishment in and of itself. I completely forgot to take my watch, so my best guess on time was something close to 48 minutes.

What I didn’t do:

My Hard CORE workout. Which means that I will be doing two sets today. That is as intimidating to me as the double runs yesterday. Today calls for a nap.