I need, need, need to go to the gym tonight. It’s just so crowded right after work that it’s not even worth it. The treadmills have 20 minute time limits on them and while they don’t actually stop working after 20 minutes or anything like that, I feel guilty and end up either getting off or having a horrible run because I feel death stares in the back of my head.
So, I’ll probably go in an hour or so. I’m supposed to do a 5 mile run, which includes a mile warm up, then 3 miles at a 10 min mile and then a mile cool down. I’m just in that beginning stage of half-marathon training where I haven’t been running much and the idea of 5 miles on the treadmill seems like about as much fun as a hole in the head. But I’ll go anyway because I’m determined to PR at this race. I think my previous half marathon PR is 2:16.
Jason and I went out to dinner last night at this little neighborhood bar/restaurant that has a cool patio. I had a black bean burger with a side salad and a glass of wine. Afterwards, we stopped at Publix and got some fat free ice cream (which has brownie pieces in it so I’m sincerely doubting their claim of being fat-free) and went back to my house to watch Project Runway. It was a lovely evening. I think I’d much rather do low-key things like that than go out and party now. Of course, ask me that on a Saturday night and I might have a different answer.
I’ll give you pictures of me and Jason. It’s our 1-year anniversary today! Click to make bigger.
So this morning, I woke up at 5 am. Yes, that’s right. 5 freaking am for absolutely no reason. I watched an episode of Made online (stop rolling your eyes, Jason!) and then managed to crawl back in bed for a couple of hours.
When I awoke again at around 9:30, I decided that I might as well get a start on my day and get a run in. I put on my new Brooks running shorts and was all ready. And then I decided that my Ipod was boring. Unfortunately, I just haven’t been as into downloading music lately and all of my stuff is old and I’m sick of it. Save for the song Paper Planes by M.I.A which I love right now. Anyway, I decided to try something new. A Podcast. So I downloaded the latest episode of This American Life. I thought that listening intently to a story for an hour would either make my run go by super fast or super slow, I wasn’t sure.
Off I went. I thought it would still be sort of cool out, but this being Georgia, it wasn’t. I turned on the Podcast and began to listen. The episode was called “Life after Death” or something similar and was about peoples lives after they had been involved in death that wasn’t their fault. (Examples being a car accident and a solider in Iraq) The stories were involving but they didn’t help my run. The plan to run 6 miles quickly turned into a run/walk with me walking about half the time and up every hill.
While the Podcast was interesting and I really like This American Life, I decided that running with music works better for me. When I’m listening to music, it’s more of background. I don’t get bored but my thoughts stray and go elsewhere. I tend to think a lot about different aspects of my life when I run; I remember college and think about the future….ahhh, i just got a really bad foot cramp*…anyway, when I had to focus on listening to someone else’s story, it took away from the time I had to think about my own.
So the run/walk was okay. I brought my Garmin but haven’t uploaded the mile splits to my computer yet. I think a huge chunk of the reason that I walked is mental. Half-marathon training doesn’t start until next week. So it’s almost like I have no reason to be tough on myself. There won’t be any negative consequences to letting myself walk. If I was training, there would be. There’s always the concern that by not following the plan, I won’t do as well in the race. But with running just to run, I just do what I want. Also, it was hot.
*What causes these? I’ve heard lack of potassium but I eat a banana almost every day.
I used to drink a lot of Diet Coke. We’re talking 3-4 a day. A couple months ago, I decided to cut way down. I stopped drinking it period for about a month and then would occasionally have one every now and again after that. So recently, and for some reason this tends to happen primarily at work, when I drink one, I get horrible cramps. Like running into the bathroom and feeling like my butt is going to explode cramps. I don’t know why this is suddenly happening. All I can think of is that after not exposing my body to chemical sweeteners for a while (I cut out all fake sugars), my body is giving them a big, “Fuck you, you aren’t welcome here anymore.” The problem is that sometimes I really do want the taste of a soda and then I don’t know what to do. I’m not going to drink regular so I’ll put myself through the excrutiating pain that diet coke now brings for that taste. It’s not like I even enjoy it anymore; all I think about it is how close the bathroom is.
Whenever I take a spinning class, my shoulders get sore. Is this normal? Leaning over the bike is really not comfortable. I have tried a bunch of different hand positions and it just doesn’t feel right. I guess my shoulders and arms need a workout too. So, yeah, went to a spinning class tonight. I have been to enough to know which teachers I like and dislike. I like the Wednesday one the best. The same guy teaches Tuesdays and Thursdays and he’s okay. The Monday one is sort of different. He doesn’t have you do hills or sprints but has you doing a lot of jumps and hovers and pushups on the handlebars. I hate the Friday teacher.
I only stayed at spin for 45 minutes though because I had to meet my friend Emily. She is a financial advisor and said she would help me with my 401K forms. I met her at The Highlander which was just featured on that Food Network show, Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. I tried to be healthy, for bar food, and I ordered a bowl of black bean soup and a small salad with ranch dressing on the side, no croutons. I had two light beers. Emily had three. I just haven’t really been feeling like drinking beer lately. I suppose that’s good.