Posts tagged ‘Moving’

Running strong after a cold

running-up-hillI read entirely too much and watch little TV.  At least that was the case before moving here and seeing my boyfriend every day.  I am always looking for new things to read on running.   Sometimes I choose to forget what I read something because it is not what I want to hear, but usually read knowledge is what I build fitness and training plan upon.

During my cold last week I read everything I could find about running while sick.  Overall, it was agreed you should never run with a fever or if you are sick below the neck. Though my cold was just in my head, I was in no shape to run and knew it.  I was much more concerned with all the training sessions I was missing.

As a recap, I am running a half marathon in 8 weeks.  I will have been running only 3 months when I line up at the start.  I am doing the Hal Higdon 12-week program, but initially started on week 2 as I was already a week late my first 4-miler event.  Surely missing a week of training, 12 miles of running plus conditioning, would be disastrous?

Most online sources agreed it would take a couple of weeks to start losing my fitness and endurance level, and after today’s run I concur.  I did my 4 miles and felt pretty good.  I did grow a little tired at the end, but overall it was a great run.  Better yet, the last time I ran this route (in the 90-degree heat) I was defeated and questioning my abilities. Today, I tackled the hills at a great pace.

I have tweaked my schedule this week to prepare for The Tower of Terror run next Saturday.  I am concerned that the days on my feet at the parks prior to the race will wear my body out a bit, but hopefully the excitement will cancel that out.

Tomorrow, I will be rowing and do ankle strengthening.  Tonight, dinner and trivia. 🙂

Photo credit:


October 13, 2009 at 8:35 pm Leave a comment

Visualizing success despite my missing mug

mugDespite the wide selection of coffee mugs available in our office kitchen cabinets, I prefer to bring my own.  I like drinking my tea out of the same mug each day, knowing exactly how I will start my day as I sort my emails.

Today, my mug was gone.  After three separate trips to the kitchen (each time I opened the cabinet and hoped my mug would magically appear), I looped the office and discovered my mug…in the hand of the Global Sr. VP.

It took a few moments for the creepy feeling I often get when people want to try on my shoes or borrow my favorite blanket or just invade into my personal space a little too much to pass.  Then I faced two simple facts: 1) I am not going to tell the Global Sr. VP she has my mug, and 2) If I am going to drink my morning tea, I will be drinking it in something else.

Two more trips to the kitchen cabinets and I finally selected a disposable cup.  I just could not commit to another one.

I am really not a structured person, but I often find these little glitches to how I envisioned my day become major roadblocks.  I’ve learned that if I cannot get a positive mental picture of myself doing something, I either won’t do it or I do it and it usually turns out as I imagined.  I turned down a full scholarship to one university because the image that immediately popped in my head each time I considered attending was of me walking to class alone on a gray winter morning, a scarf at my neck blowing wildly in the harsh wind.  (It was an SEC school, so this scenario was really pretty ridiculous.)

Yet, I have also learned that powerful positive visualization can be the key to successful runs.   When I take the time to see myself running powerfully mile after mile, then the miles are usually just as I thought they would be.  Lately, I’ve decided what I am wearing the night before so I can see my pink-shirted self moving through the streets on my “hilly Thursday route.”  I imagine the chill on my legs and dew in the grass and hear my power song encouraging me up the big monster.

After a week of eyes so swollen from a nasty cold that the only thing I could envision was my bed, I am finally better and overcome with exciting images of tomorrow’s run.  Green shirt, lucky shorts, 61 degrees, uphill start in the fading darkness, flat finish, all power.   And after the run, my shower and my commute, I see myself celebrating with a whole-wheat bagel, string cheese and a cup of decaf tea in my mug.

Photo Credit:

October 12, 2009 at 4:55 pm Leave a comment

A Beginning Runner’s Journey

Before my first race

Before my first race

In the past three months I have:

*Moved to a new town
*Started a new job
*Begun running for the first time

This impressive list is apparently not enough to keep me busy, because I am adding a fourth item to it: starting this blog. I typically jump a little too energetically into new endeavors, and jumping into blogging is really just a way of feeding my running obsession.

I started running exactly one month ago today because my boyfriend mentioned training for a triathlon. I am a cyclist. It is the only form of exercise that has ever felt completely natural performing and the only sport where my reflexes actually seem to work to my advantage. Yet, for the past year I have had the image of myself stepping out of my house and beginning to run with grace and ease. I have fought this image, telling myself running was hard and painful, but I continued to see myself running into the sun with my hair flowing behind me.  Thinking about a triathlon was just the push I needed.

Ok, so beginning to run for me was not quite that magical scene I imagined, but it was, nevertheless, addictive. A month ago, I left my house at 6:15 am and ran. I ran 1.76 miles and was ecstatic, though exhausted. I ran the next morning and felt even better. The next day I started looking for races. After completing a 4-miler two weeks later, I knew I was hooked.

But even those who understand the contagious excitement of running for the first time, especially in the early days of fall, might question my next move. I registered for a half-marathon…eleven weeks out. I downloaded a Hal Higdon half marathon training schedule into Excel, got a few new pairs of Nike shorts to go with my new running shoes, and have been training ever since.

When I’m not running, which is of course most of the time, I find myself drifting to the internet in search of people running down this path with me. Most of the blogs I have seen are written by those long past their first marathon. So here I am, chronicling my own journey. It is mostly for me, but hopefully it has a little something for you, too.

October 4, 2009 at 7:12 pm Leave a comment

Recent Posts