After a whirlwind reunion with Major Hub’s return from his deployment, I’m finally feeling like things are settling down a little at the Bird House. It’s Friday, there’s a touch of Fall in the air and I have the day off from work …the perfect motivation to join in this month’s Runfessional to catch up with all of my blogging friends! Continue reading
Whew, what a week! A lot has happened since my last runfessional ….Major Hubs has deployed, I’m one month out from my second marathon and I’ve started a new job! It’s been a crazy busy month and I’ve got a few things to get off my chest or soles, if you will. Let’s get to it, shall we?
I admit that while I’m enjoying being back in the work force, I have had my share of ‘grieving’ this week. I curse the early morning alarm clock, get frustrated with figuring out what to wear and despise the morning traffic. However, I must runfess that I had forgotten how freaking good a run felt after a day at the office! When you can lace up and go for a run any time you want, it’s easy to take them for granted.
If you follow me, you know that I took up pool running in order to rehab a cranky hip flexor that I apparently aggravated during a very hilly 10k (still no race recap on that one…. maybe one day). The good news is that the hip flexor is all better and I’ve fallen in love with this new method of cross training. The bad news is that it requires me to spend some time in the gym locker room before and after my time in the pool. Now no one has more interesting locker room runfessions than Marcia and to be honest, I thought I had heard it all when she encountered the woman who was blow drying her nether region! However, the other day, after my swim session, I went to the locker to get my clothes and an older woman was sprawled out on the bench, blocking my locker. In the process of leaning over her to get my stuff, she looked up at me, while picking at her foot, and said ..”Have you ever had a corn? I have one and I’m not sure what to do about it?” Ummm… no and just no! Who asks a perfect stranger while half-naked in a locker room about corns?? I runfess that for a split second, I felt as if I had teleported to Marcia’s gym locker room!
Last week I was looking for a specific running skirt and in my hurried state, I started pulling items out of the drawer until I found the one I was looking for …. I runfess that I may have a problem, or maybe I just need a bigger drawer!
Major Hubs is the milk drinker in our house and since he’s been gone, I haven’t bought milk in over a month. I runfess that I’ve somewhat felt that I was ‘healthier’ than him since I always opt for Almond milk. That is until the other day when I opened the refrigerator and was slapped in the face with reality ….my reality. And that is in addition to the bottles of Cabernet sitting on the counter. Don’t judge ….a girl has to survive 6 months of deployment somehow!
Holly and I are about one month out from our Denver marathon. I can hardly believe we’re that close and I feel totally unprepared …yet oddly not worried in the least. I’m sure, in total ‘ladybird’ style, I’ll squeeze about 12 weeks worth of stressing the week before race day. However, I runfess, no matter what this marathon experience brings (i.e. quad fatigue, altitude sickness, getting picked up by the course marshal for failure to meet the time limit, etc. etc.) I’m planning on having a heck of a time in Denver with my partner in crime, HoHoRuns!
It’s all good. Life is a journey, you know. There’s twists and turns everywhere you go …you just have to hold on tight, enjoy the ride and laugh like there’s no tomorrow!
Finding ‘Fabulous’ at Fifty, one Runfession at a time!
It’s the last Friday of the month which can only mean one thing ….Marcia has opened the Runfessional and it’s time to come clean!
Okay, let’s just go ahead and get the obvious out of the way ….I runfess that I’m in a funk. A running funk. A workout funk. Heck, who am I kidding …it’s a total eclipse of the heart kind of funk and I know exactly what’s causing it. It’s not the infamous post-marathon blues, or even the earlier than normal heat and humidity that has descended upon us.
I runfess that I have only run maybe 3 or 4 times since my marathon. I’m just not feeling it. I have found my way to gym at least once per week for some cardio and have been taking the dog for walks almost daily …but let’s be honest here, when you’re dealing with the stagnant metabolism of menopause, that’s just not going to cut it. If something doesn’t change soon, I’m going to be the size of a barn! Although I haven’t posted much about it, I have been keeping up with Rachel’s February challenge …it’s about the only thing these days getting my heart rate up above 60 bpm!
Nope, no post marathon blues here ….this funk has Uncle Sam’s name written all over it. Major Hubs is deploying soon. While I’ve known about this for well over a year, it’s just so easy to not think about it until it is staring you in the face. Well, it’s not only staring me in the face, it’s giving me the stink eye as well. I’ve been through one before and I have no doubt I’ll get through this one as well ….however, I runfess that it never gets easier to watch your heart board a plane in fatigues with a rucksack thrown over his shoulder headed to the other side of the world. But on the flip side I have to shamelessly runfess …..oh my goodness, the homecomings! They somehow make it all worthwhile!
Sooooo, in light of the aforementioned funk and upcoming deployment and despite my countless claims that last month’s marathon would be a ‘one and done’ deal ….I runfess that I signed up for another marathon. Yep. I’m an idiot. Holly has been really talking up the Revel Rockies race to me lately and considering my current ‘funky’ situation and the fact that I will have nothing but time on my hands for the next 6 months …why not train for another marathon, right? Besides, who can resist incredible views like this and a downhill course to boot!
I do, however, runfess that I am totally not looking forward to training in the heat and humidity. Ugh…. Holly, the things I’ll do for you!!!
Please forgive the ‘woe is me’ nature of my runfessions, but I do feel so much better getting that off my chest! Thanks for listening and hopefully, next month you’ll find me in a little better mood!
Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty, one runfession at a time!
Whew, what a month! For that matter, what a year! I know I say this every year, but seriously, the older I get, the faster the years go by. It’s been a wonderful year filled with miles of running, exciting vacations and some super fun blogger meetups. But before moving on to 2018, I feel the need to cleanse the sweaty sole with Marcia’s Runfessional …because it does feel better to get a few things off your chest, or feet!
Another life sucking hot and humid month is coming to end which means it’s time to air all of our sweaty summer grievances by linking up with Marica’s Runfession link-up. Be sure to pop over to her blog and read all about her “Runfessions” and others.
So, let’s get this party started!
No point in dancing around the obvious, so I’ll just go ahead and get this one out of the way ……I runfess that I am totally over the heat and humidity. Growing up in the south, I’ve heard quite a few ‘old sayings’ regarding the summer heat ….thought I’d share a few for your entertainment:
- hotter than blue blazes
- hotter than a six-shooter
- hotter than Hell’s pepper patch
- hotter than Hell on fire
- hotter than a goats butt in the pepper patch
If you’ve been following me lately, you know that I’ve been on somewhat of a ‘running hiatus’ this summer and been cycling a lot instead. I runfess that I really miss running …but there’s that whole heat and humidity thing.
However, I am enjoying my bike and the myriad of adventures she’s bringing ….the good, bad and the ugly. After my tire blow-out the other day, I realized that I need to take ‘bicycle mechanics’ much more seriously. As much as I hate to admit it, I runfess that I’ve been riding around for years with a spare tube and nothing else. That’s right. No tools, no CO2 canisters and zero knowledge of how to change a tire. I’m not sure if I thought the tire would change itself or if it came down to it, I’d play the ‘damsel in distress’ role and rely on the goodness of strangers to help a poor girl out. While that’s exactly what happened yesterday (thanks to the southern gentleman in the Elmo cycling jersey:, I hated feeling so helpless and have vowed to not let that happen again. Let the record show, I runfess that I will be signing up for the next available bicycle mechanics class at the local bike shop.
As a runner, I will admit that I used to get so irritated by cyclist whizzing past me on the trails as they yelled out “passing on the left”. I really don’t know why, but I would think to myself, quite smugly, as they passed me on a hill that it my running that hill was so much harder than them pushing up it on a bike. Well …..now that the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak, I runfess that I get so freaking irritated by walkers and runners who take up more than their half of the pathway! I can understand it if you don’t see the cyclist coming from behind, but many times I’ve encountered runners running side by side and they can see me coming and still don’t fall into single file. It’s so frustrating. Come on people…. let’s all play nice and
……and by the way, speaking from experience ….pedaling a bike uphill is just as hard as running uphill. It’s not a competition …we’re all just out there enjoying what we do, pushing ourselves beyond our comfort zones and trying to be the best version of us we can be.
And with that, I’ll close this month’s edition of ‘runfessions’. It always feels good to cleanse those sweaty soles! Join us the last Friday of every month when Marcia opens her ‘Runfessional’, I know you have a few things to ‘runfess’ yourself.
What are your favorite “hotter than” sayings? Do you know how to change a bike tire? Ever had a flat while riding?
Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty, one runfession at a time!
Happy Friday all! Not only does that mean the long holiday weekend is upon us, but also means it’s time for another edition of Runfessions and what perfect timing! Why, you ask? Well, the Utah Valley Half is just two weeks away and I have a lot on my mind and soles to runfess, specifically regarding this upcoming race. So, without further delay ….let the cleansing begin!
I runfess ….. for the past few weeks, on occasion, I have felt an old familiar pain in the top of my foot when walking. So far, it hasn’t bothered me while running but usually within the first few steps after sitting for a while. It is so reminiscent of a stress fracture in the metatarsal I suffered several years ago. In addition, the old ankle injury that really never healed completely is talking rather loudly lately. I’m assuming from the increased mileage. Sigh …. the unraveling continues.
I runfess …. due to the above “unraveling”, I’m seriously considering backing off the long runs and just coasting on in to Utah! I mean, I know I can run 13 miles. It may not be fast or pretty, but I can cross that finish line.
I runfess ….. I have no idea how the elevation of this course is going to affect my performance. The half starts around 5,200 ft and my hometown sits around a whopping 338 ft …..this could pose a problem. I’m not concerned about altitude sickness since I have visited Colorado Springs and Jackson Hole, both of which sit somewhere in the 6,000 ft of elevation. However, I do remember my lungs screaming for air as we hiked mountains. I’m banking on the fact that we will be descending rather than climbing.
I runfess ….. I have never run a race that required me to catch a bus at 3:10 AM!! I’m definitely NOT looking forward to that. I mean, seriously? Who sleeps well the night before a big race anyway? Add a 2 o’clock wake up to the picture and what do you have? A zombie run, that’s what. I do not know how all of you “Disney runners” do it! On a positive note ….maybe the downhill course will just pull me to the finish line …half asleep, nauseated from either the bus ride up the mountain and hobbling from all of my “unraveling”!
I runfess ….. despite my concerns regarding my aches and pains, the altitude and the insanely early morning start, I am excited about taking in the beauty of Utah in the best possible manner ….while running! Oh yeah, and then there’s this pretty awesome little perk of getting to meet in person some of the fabulous fellow bloggers I’ve met over the past year! You ladies have not only welcomed me with the warmest of hearts, but have also been such an amazing support group! See you in two weeks ladies!
Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty, one Runfession at a time!
It’s FriYAY and another month is coming to a close which means it’s time to cleanse our souls or soles …or maybe both! This, quite possibly, may be everyone’s favorite link-up as we runners tend to get pretty uptight about things from time to time and let’s be honest, just like our sweaty running gear …sometimes, we just need to “air things out”. So let’s get right to it, shall we?
After discovering that one of my only pair of Injinji socks (which I absolutely have to wear for runs longer than 6 miles) has gone AWOL, last seen in the dirty clothes hamper, I promptly logged in to my Amazon account and ordered
another multiple pairs. It’s been 8 days now and the lone sock is still sitting atop my dresser, waiting for the return of its mate. I can’t bring myself to move it to the “single sock bin” yet ….because we all know what happens to those! Any other sock would have promptly been relocated, but my beloved Injinji’s ….just no! I’m still holding out hope that it will turn up and in the meantime these new babies better arrive today because there’s a 9 miler on the training schedule for tomorrow. If not, I’ve actually considered wearing the lone sock along with a regular sock …since it just so happens to be the foot that tends to blister. Desperate times call for desperate measures!
While I’m ashamed to admit it, I used to think Jeff Galloway and his run/walking deal wasn’t for “real” runners. I know, I know ….I feel the shame. Whenever I would see people doing this in a race, I would think “just run! If you have to stop and walk in the first mile, then just slow your running down” for goodness sakes. But oh, how sweet a big slice of humble pie can be! After trying this method over the past several weeks and not only enjoying it, but also finding that my overall times are improving …I now think the man is a freaking genius! It is perfect for nursing injuries, getting acclimated to the heat and humidity and also serves as great speed work if you really push yourself on the run intervals. I’m not sure that I will use this in short distance racing, but definitely will incorporate it into half marathons. And just to quiet those indignant runners (like myself), I’m thinking about sporting one of these shirts …..
I have gotten to the point that I don’t even want to look at race pictures of myself anymore. I mean seriously… I either look like I’m walking, crawling, or dying, I’m either wiping my nose or looking spastic. And I truly think that the camera adds 20lbs to my thighs! For every one decent picture they capture, there’s always at least three hideous ones that make me cringe. In an effort of always “keeping it real”, here’s the latest…..
Instead of looking all cutesy like this girl…
….here’s what I get
Yep, there it is …isn’t it lovely? I look like a have some serious “junk in my trunk” and my thighs look like tree trunks. And that’s all just icing on the cake to the spastic wave and look of sheer surprise on my face. Geez, this may be the worst one yet. They did get a halfway decent one of me crossing the finish line in which my thighs look a little closer to their actual size…
Clearly I need to either hide from the race photographers or amp up my “leg day” workouts.
After my lucky streak of winning giveaways I’ve had recently and in light of the way my thighs looked in the above mentioned runfession, I registered to win a free Cool Sculpting treatment. I mean, why not? If it’s free, non invasive and could possibly freeze the heck out of some stubborn fat cells that have taken up residence around my mid-section, hips and thighs …I’m all over that. Here’s to hoping my my lucky streak continues!
My latest guilty pleasure is this little pint-sized bucket of pure sweet and salty deliciousness and I may or may not have indulged in the entire container last week …….which obviously went straight to my thighs as evidenced by Saturdays race photos! Shakira hit the nail on the head when she said “hips don’t lie” ….and I’m here to tell ya that neither do the thighs! I’ve given very specific instructions to Major Hubs to limit my intake the next time I sit down with this seemingly innocuous pint of “healthy” ice cream. He gave me the look that says ….”I’m smarter than that!”
What’s your favorite Halo Top flavor? Are you guilty of ever indulging in the entire pint? Do you love or hate your race pics? Have you or anyone you know ever had a Cool Sculpting treatment? Pros/Cons?