It’s September and my first half marathon is really soon..this weekend soon. I’m kind of freaking out. I felt like I hardly trained at all in August but I actually ran 2 miles less than my highest mileage month, so I guess my concept of what’s considered a lot of running has changed a little. Looking past my nerves, it seems like August was a pretty good month for me.
Even though I’m happy with my training, I decided to ditch my time goal for Virginia Beach and I’ve been much happier since I took that pressure off of myself. A wise person once told me that if I am happy with my training then what does 2 minutes or 5 minutes or even 10 minutes matter on race day if I’m having a good time. Ok, maybe that was my boyfriend. He occasionally drops a bit of serious smartness and this was one of those times.
I was lucky enough to go to Philly for the Healthy Living Summit and I had such a blast meeting new friends.
The day after I got back, I got my very first sports massage. It hurt but not nearly as much as I expected. Foam rolling is good for your muscles AND it raises your acceptable pain threshold like whoa. The woman massaging me was kind of freaked out that I didn’t even flinch as she elbow dropped my IT bands.
foam rolling resting like crazy this week and have been losing my mind a little (see this crazy dream about Lil Wayne and this post about my thoughts on pants). I’m pretty sure I now understand the phrase taper madness.
I definitely learned a lot this month. I’m excited for September – for my races, for fitness, for my blog (which is about to make the jump to self hosting!), and of course the next DC blogger meet up! Nothing but good things in September!
My blog posts are becoming increasingly eclectic as the taper madness sets in.
2) How old is too old to wear pants with words across the butt? My vote is 19.
3) Men in skinny pants…. Discuss.
Edit: WordPress has gone crazy with the formatting on this post but won’t let me into edit the coding. Hopefully it will appear pretty again soon.
I’ve been having a difficult time figuring out what to post today. The trouble with having a training focused blog is that there’s nothing much to post about on days off.
Instead of being stressed out about the things I’m not doing this week – I though I’d post all of the things I’m enjoying today.
What makes you happy today?
I’ve mentioned on the blog that I have been having crazy dreams about Virginia Beach but last night… well, that was the weirdest pre-race dream ever. It was one of those dreams that was so weird that I had to wake my boyfriend up to tell him about it.
Setting: I’m at a Taylor Swift concert with my brother (I guess my subconscious knows that I love me some Taylor Swift concerts).
So little bro and I are walking around and thankfully dream concert land is easy to navigate. We stop right in front of the stage, which has a little stair case in the front. Standing on the staircase is Lil Wayne.
So Lil Wayne is standing with JayZ and he waves me over but tells my brother to go home. And my brother listens… thanks kid. Way to leave me with a dude that has tear drop tattoos under his eye. At least there’s only 2.
Me: Hey Lil Wayne! I didn’t know you’re a Taylor Swift fan! Hi JayZ!
Lil Wayne: Did you hear Beyonce is pregnant? See you later HOV. JayZ leaves.
Me: Um, bye JayZ.
LW: Want to hang out next weekend? I have to go to jail tonight but I’ll only be there for a few days.
Me: I have my first half marathon next weekend I can’t.
LW: If you hang out with me you can run another race. You can run as many half marathons as you want.
Me: Well, I trained for this one… so I kind of want to run it.
LW: That’s cool. I’ll come watch.
Me: Um. That’s really nice of you.
LW: Want to hold hands? <— really. This happened.
Me: Sure, Lil Wayne.
LW: We can walk to jail. It’s right backstage.
Me: Um. Ok.
So I walk Lil Wayne to jail (while we hold hands) – which has an amazing view of the Taylor Swift concert. And I go home but home is my parent’s house. My little brother is there and he’s looking at my blog and he says “Wow, you got like 4 million hits because Lil Wayne linked to your blog on his website. He said he’s coming to watch you race. I hope you win!”
And then I wake up.
I’m pretty sure my brain has actually exhausted all normal pre-race dreams and this is what I’m left with. Maybe this is the last one.
12 weeks of training for the Rock & Roll Virginia Beach Half Marathon are done. Wow. Seriously? Time flies. I’d be lying if I said it went perfectly. I had a bad cold, a few days of shin trouble, an unplanned business trip, I slacked at cross training… but still, I’m pretty satisfied. I learned a lot training for my first half marathon.
The Most Valuable Lessons I Learned While Training:
- A training plan is just a plan. If the plan calls for an 18 mile week and you have a 17 mile week – that’s still a great week! I’ve caught myself thinking of that week as a failure. It’s not.
- It is ok to miss workouts when you’re sick, tired, or sore. Skipping one track workout because your shins ache is much smarter than working yourself into a stress fracture because you don’t want a day off. Remember, your ultimate goal is to run a race and you can’t do that if you get hurt because you’re being stubborn.
- Replace your shoes regularly. Keep track of the miles you put on your shoes (DailyMile is a useful tool for this) and replace them BEFORE they blow out. Your feet will thank you.
- Find friends to do your long runs with. Long runs take a lot of time and they’re a lot more pleasant when you have company.
- Remember, most of us run because we like it NOT because we’re training to win races. Go easy on yourself when you have a bad run. Loosen up on your time goals. Most of our running goals are self imposed. We can adjust as necessary!
Today is a stretch and rest day. I’m planning to take little Fin out for a nice long walk – though for a 7 pound dog that equals about 2 miles.
I hope everyone on the east coast survived Hurricane Irene and is safe today. Be safe if you’re going out for a bike ride or run this afternoon – it’s still really windy in DC!