Fist bump

AM workout: 5min warmup on elliptical / weights: back, glutes, and hamstrings / stretched 15 min / drank protein drink / cardio: swam laps for 30 min.


This morning I started out the day pretty slow.. Didn’t get out of bed for probably 30 minutes after waking up, changed into gym clothes, took my dog out + some casual walking, got home, ate toast+peanut butter+banana, got my gym bag ready, went to the gym.  I knew that the only other real plans I had for today besides taking care of finances and e-mails was to clean and organize the apartment. So, I took the morning slow.  And for no good reason, a pic of me and teeny dog out walking a few days ago.


I knew I wanted to lift back and some legs today, so I finished thinking of what exercises I would do while I was warming up.  I like making sure I warm-up before lifting to get my heart rate up and then the rest of my workout sort of turns into circuit training with a lot of sweat and a quick pulse.

The workout was going really well and I felt like I was working hard and pushing myself.  When I’m finishing using a specific bench or machine for the exercise I’m doing, I always grab a paper towel with disinfectant to wipe it down [cause nobody wants to use a bench covered in someone’s sweat!].  So towards the end of my workout as I went to grab the paper towel, a large and buff black guy walks over to me and smiles, then FIST BUMPS me!  I smiled back appreciatively because that tiny gesture, went straight to my head and made me feel like a rock-star.  I felt like I was really working hard and it was nice of him to be encouraging.  It’s the little things.


What makes you feel like a rock-star during a workout?



PR on tired legs

AM workout: cardio: parked at the gym, ran out to a park and ran back–easy 5.5 miles outside, 47 min. / stretched / weights: hamstrings and some glutes.


When we found out we’d be moving to Buffalo, NY for Zuriel’s job, I started doing what any normal person would do and I looked up road races in the area.  The first local half-marathon of the season was scheduled for the first week of May, and the first full marathon [and 2nd half] was scheduled for the last Sunday of May.  So I began thinking about how fitting it would be to run the Buffalo marathon as a new resident of Buffalo, NY!  Adorable, I know.

Once we moved out to Buffalo in January, I found myself mending IT band issues and consequently taking a more relaxed approach to running, making me realize maybe it wouldn’t be best to run the full marathon.  I then settled on running the Grand Island Half (May 4th) and the Buffalo Half (may 26th) as my first races living in our new city.  I signed up for the May 4th race around the end of March.  The following week, the hubs was asked to temporarily move to Minneapolis, MN the first week of April for an 8-week training.  I didn’t have a job aligned yet, so I joined my man in Minneapolis.  I ended up missing the Grand Island Half [only sad because I had already paid the fee, dang] and was glad I hadn’t registered for the Buffalo Half yet.  About a week and a half ago I flew home from Minneapolis to finalize a job, which meant I’d be home in time to run the half later that week.  I was hesitant to register because I hadn’t been training necessarily, but signed up anyway because I cared more about getting in the miles and less about a PR.

So these were the thoughts and events that preceded the race on Sunday.  It seems the longer these thighs have been running, the further/faster they can take me without as much detailed or specific training.  Assuming I’ve been running at least a few days a week, including a run where I push myself a little more, my body can carry me through a half-marathon without passing out.  This is why I assume I had a PR yesterday on tired legs.


Ever PR in a race you didn’t feel 100% or didn’t train for?

Buffalo half-marathon recap

(yesterday) AM workout: cardio: walked at 12.0 incline and 3.0 mph for 40 min. (TM) / weights: chest and biceps


Week of race:  Kept up my water intake as normal, so I was hydrated.  I rarely drink juice or soda anyway and I don’t drink coffee, which is all very convenient for my running-self.  Cross-trained, weight-lifted, got in a few easy miles.

Day before race:  Decreased fiber intake.  Slept in, cross-trained [elliptical 45 min], lifted weights [shoulders & triceps], had a couple errands to do.  Went to the expo with my friend Carolyn, who I met and started running with 1x/week before we left for MN.  The expo was decent size with several vendors, running apparel, and gear for sale.  After the expo I showed Carolyn our loft we recently moved into, then went for an easy 4 miles.  My legs felt heavy and my calves tight the first couple miles, but by the 4th mile I felt loose.  Eh, we’ll see how that will determine my race tomorrow..  We also reminded each other that if someone wanted to speed up or slow down tomorrow that the other person wouldn’t care and to just go for it.  After the expo, I sent this pic to the Mr. showing him my bib and flag/cape-wearing buffalo.


Race morning:  It’s a beautiful thing to live a 10-min walk from the start and finish lines of your race.  I woke up just before 5am, made some oatmeal, took care of business, grabbed my ipod, packed fuel, packed my phone, got my outfit on, grabbed my garmin, debated on socks, grabbed my sun glasses. Race started at 7am, I left my apt about 6:40ish and ate a honey stinger wafer on the way.  Carolyn and I had decided to meet at the 1:50 pacer to prevent starting too fast.  But when we saw each other, she suggested we move up to the 1:40 pacer…”It’s a race after all, right?!” [her words].  I had never ‘raced’ a half before and knew it’d be fun to race it with her, so I went along with it.


The first couple miles I was bugged how tired my legs felt just starting out, but told myself they’d warm-up in a few miles..  7:48, 7:33, 735

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Just after mile three I told Carolyn to not worry about me if she’s feeling good, so she said she thought she could push it harder and off she went.  For some reason once she left I suddenly realized [?] I wouldn’t be able to finish the race without peeing my pants.  Hmm, guess I should stop.  So I did and had to wait about 30 sec for an open porta, lost about a minute and a half, but it was necessary and NBD.  9:03

Things were feeling fine, relatively speaking.  I turned on my music just before mile 5 to help distract me from my tired legs.  Normally I wait until the last few miles, but I felt like I needed the distraction.  It helped.  7:53, 7:59, 7:56

I hadn’t looked over the course map at any point, and I don’t know that I ever really do.  This works for me, it’s like the unknown and element of surprise help me mentally.  The part of the course details that I normally analyze is the course elevation map.  Mile 8 had a nice hill that wasn’t expected [I didn’t know Buffalo had hills?], but it wasn’t too bad.  I say it wasn’t bad, but I didn’t plow through, I just sort of coasted on up..  The hill was followed by an out-and-back, so you can tell when I was coming back up the hill during mile 10.  Also, I ate a serving of cliff shot blocks [3 squares] around mile 9.  Even though my paces weren’t any better after the shot blocks, I felt better.  I’m a believer of taking in fuel during races.

8:27, 8:16, 8:36, 8:22, 8:16, 8:12, and 7:00 for the final stretch.  Final chip time — 1:47:25

Looking at my splits, it looks like once I hit mile 8, I decided running sub-8 miles was overrated, because I didn’t see another sub-8 until the last 0.1 mile.  It was the kind of race where you stop to pee and stop twice to stretch [IT band].

Overall thoughts…  It was awesome to run a race again.  It’s like my soul needed it.  Ha.  Although it’s too bad my paces were the same as my training runs for that distance, literally.  There’s a few reasons I could think of that my legs were so tired on race day, but it is what it is and I don’t regret running it.  Besides, my approach to the half-marathon distance [or shorter] is more of a “quantity vs. quality”.

#5 done, and done. Picture 13