So, I wrote a really awesome post a couple of days ago recapping the weekend. It was all about my intense love for the mountains and friends and life and what have you…..
……and then somehow it was completely deleted right before my eyes. Grrr. I wanted to punch someone in the face! For real. But the only person I could punch was myself, because I was the one that hit the delete button. Shame.
So, sorry ’bout your luck, but you now get the highly condensed version sans all of my estrogen laced, schizophrenic banter. Maybe that’s a good thing? I’m not even going to proofread this one. I apologize if it is incoherent, rambling, and overall just filled with absolute suckiness.
Daniel is a genius nickname creator. He gives nicknames to people he really likes, people he hates, and people he thinks generally just deserve a good nickname- and people he respects.
Why should you take advice from me? Crap. I don’t know, you probably shouldn’t. Regardless, I’m sitting home on my butt with no work to do, and Daniel is at the store. The result is a post about things I’m either learning to avoid or already learned to avoid being an ultra girl. I’m easily capable of offending pretty much anyone, so just close out this page if I piss you off! Easy enough, right?
I am getting crunk again on my feet! However, I’m adding in a lot of rest- because 2011 brought me over 6000 miles of running!! Ouch! Periodization training is the new over-training.
This will be my log this week updated on the reg with pics! Keep me in check blog stalkers;)
SAT- 4:50a 2mi warmup, 2mi threshold, 2 min rest, repeat, run 1 hr easy, 1 mi threshold, 10min easy, 3 hill sprints. Core. & I ran past the titanic. what? yeah-see below for proof via me saying I’ll never let go jack! I’m too freakin stubborn and disciplined!!!!!
You want to talk so bad right now, that you think you might choke due to the lack of words being able to escape your throat.
There is just so much to say; but nobody wants to hear it, and nobody really cares anyway.
So you stash it deep down in your gut and let it simmer.. Let it burn.. Let is suck the life out of you.. Until the tension slowly builds. It rises up and heats your entire core until it finally hits your brain and your head is pounding.
You need an escape- need to run!
Then the cravings start attacking for trail time, because you know the pounding in your brain won’t stop until you either speak your mind or get to that freakin’ trail.
And since you can’t speak your mind..
You strike the ground with everything you’ve got in your body because you’re so sick of holding all of it in. You can cry, you can scream, you can yell, you can run faster, and you can run farther. You can speak your mind to the trees, or shout out to God above. Do whatever you want to do because when you run- you’re you.
After a few hours-
The pounding stops.
The pressure is gone.
Nothing is solved, no.
Yet everything feels good
….if only for a millisecond.
And that’s why you do it again, and again:
Running is your therapy.
*ps – Don’t freak out- I don’t really need therapy, I just write when I’m frustrated because I love how it flows.;)
I rub my eyes, and look over at my phone.
Another running dream startled me awake out of a very deep sleep. I can easily recall every detail, because I’ve had this dream countless times…
….TO KEEP FIGHTING
(BC when the fighter inside of me won’t shut up her growls…I gotta find a way to let her out of her cage. )
The entire weekend, I griped that I was missing out on hours of endorphin releasing cardio, and “weight training isn’t the same”. Daniel and I put our heads together, and tried to come up with a way to get some effective cardio in, without bothering my hip. I plan to kayak, but I’m not quite ready to maneuver the kayak with my core yet. We had initially ruled out boxing, because of the twist incurred while throwing anything solid with a Right. I wanted to give it a shot, though. I got Dan to wrap me up, and I played around on the heavy bag. I found that if I didn’t execute proper form, ironically, and just let loose on the bag, I could actually get away with a good heart pumping workout. It felt absolutely wonderful! All of the aggression that has been held hostage since last weekend was finally unleashed in 12 short sweat pouring minutes. Ahhh-mazing.
You know, I’m really glad Daniel made me stick with my heavy cross training this year, because I wouldn’t have had anything to fall back on for training if he hadn’t. I fought him on it, that’s for sure. I told him it was getting in to my running time, but he kept saying “You’ll need it if you get injured!” He’s always right (WHY IS HE ALWAYS RIGHT?!?!) Daniel is an excellent coach. Point blank. He knows how to lock in to someone’s brain and unleash their potential. He is an incredible motivator, and a perfect model of discipline.
Today, he screamed loud at me to keep going even though he knew I was in pain.
The more I think about it, the more I appreciate it..
It’s great to have someone in life that doesn’t take it easy on you. Someone that KNOWS you’re capable of more.. and forces you to believe it. Someone that will push you to find an open window when every other door is nailed shut. Someone that BELIEVES in you, when you don’t even believe in yourself.
Daniel is that someone in my life. He always has been.
Thanks for pushing me hard(er), Dan.. no matter how much I fight back!
Response to news of hip fracture and possible surgery– a video by Ashley Ringo Walsh on Flickr.
hahaha you kinda had to see the WORST movie ever to think that was funny.
So yeah, I fractured my hip a few miles into Hinson lake.. And idiot me ran roughly 80 miles that day before I quit in pain. It hurt so bad, but I thought it was muscle related so I kept moving hoping to run it out. Tomorrow I will find out if I will need surgery. Apparently there may be a tendon that is damaging (or already damaged) the hip bone by being pulled too tightly across the bone and as a result- tearing off the bone. The tendon may have snapped, or may be close to it.
Either way, I can’t walk, or do anything weight bearing for a long time….Like months. If surgery- way longer. I’m down, okay, I cried my eyes out.. but I’m okay with it. Promise. Yes, it’s true that running well over 100 mile weeks generally means someone is probably quite addicted to running. So NOT RUNNING basically means NOT BREATHING. Which basically sucks. Lol! But hey, what have I always said? Everything happens for a reason!!! I’m going to focus my energy on planning out races I mentioned in my last post. I’ve already contacted a couple of people about it. I think it will all work out very nicely!! Will feel REALLY good to solely focus on others’ happiness for awhile!
I’m determined not to lose my competitive edge and focus during the next few months. I’ve already got a high count pushup and pullup goal and plans to kayak during the day while my kids are at school. Will be fun! Dan had me out lifting as soon as I got home from the doc. Ha! I know he won’t take it easy on me and I’m glad. That crazy torture loving freak set 25′s down on the ground in front of me and said “go.” (I think really its not about his concern for me, but more that he just doesn’t want a frumpy wife! )
I refuse to let anything deter my motivation and discipline!!!!! This year has been (hades) for me- emotionally, physically, mentally. Let’s see– I had a health scare this spring with my spleen, then I almost died at fort clinch (ICU), I cut open my thumb a couple weeks ago(stitched) and then here’s this awesome hip drama and possible surgery. Haha I mean really I have like hundreds of thousand in med bills and no way to pay. It’s been rough. No, REALLY rough. Running all of that crazy mileage this year was my therapy. Not running will be so hard. But the key to going through so much crap in life is to KEEP THE FAITH. GOTTA KEEP PUSHING ONWARD TOWARDS THE PRIZE!! No matter what you’re going through, it could almost ALWAYS be worse!!!! Count your blessings, right? I am. Because there is SO MUCH in life to be thankful for, and not enough time to be sitting around miserable. (remind me I wrote this when I’m crying in a few weeks because im not outside playing and running in the beautiful autumn weather!) I
But it wasn’t really torture bc I loved every minute of it. Especially now, when running so much is like second nature.
I’m feeling fit, fast, tough, and confident. Continuing to push myself, but staying smart & remaining very focused..& HAPPY!
Early am- 800 repeats w/ 400 recovers
Late am- ran up & down mountain with Brooklyn on my back. (She’s almost 4)
Afternoon-8mi technical trail
Pm- 1 set tabata intervals
Early pm-14 mi technical trail
Late pm- 7.5 mi pave
Am-7mi tech trail pushing Brook(ouch)
Early Am- 9.25mi progressive tempo, 100m repeats, stadiums
Early Am- tabata abs
Pm- tabata burpees
Early Am- 11.75mi paved, steady/ fast
Late Am- 5 mi stroller- route PR!
( hit 6min flat several times. I knew we were flying when brook shouted at the finish: “wow, mom! You won the 1 mile race! Great work!”:))
Noon- 2.6mi mountain run with brook on back..
Pm- 15mi trail for speed (w/ Magnum!)
Am-10mi trail am
Early Pm- 3.75 with my lil bro!:)
Late Pm-7mi trail