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A Shoe Thing: Focusing on Footwear

Hello!

This post should be read with the full understanding that this is 100% my own opinion, and not based on any professional training or research.

If this is your definition of “professional,” then I’m your girl.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you are well aware that one of the hottest topics in the running industry nowadays is footwear.

{How would you live under a rock? That saying makes no sense. Unless you are an ant or other small insect, there is no physical way you could live under a rock. Unless there was a cave under the rock…in which case you would be living in a cave. But if there was a rock on top of the cave…you could never get out, and who would have put that rock on top of the cave in the first place? That saying makes no sense. I digress, but THINK ABOUT IT.}

Moving on. Shoes.

The debate has been running (pun, duh) rampant, and even folks outside of the running world have caught wind of the minimalist versus support shoe debate. In a lot of ways, this ongoing controversy has done a lot for the running industry; it’s brought a lot of attention to the sport as a whole, and it’s given running the spotlight in terms of sports science research.

I don’t need to reiterate the debate between the two schools of shoe ideology, because surely you have heard them. Everyone’s seen Vibram Five-Finger wearing lagoon creatures people, and nearly every runner has read or at least heard of Born to Run. Running stores are now offering different choices of shoe support (or they heavily favor one side over the other).

Yesterday, this article came out about yet another study in favor of minimal shoes.

So who’s doing it right? Who’s doing it wrong? Is the debate ever going to come to a halting end, with one group walking away with their heads hung low?

In short, I can pretty safely guess the answer to that last question: No.

This minimal versus structure debate is very similar to bi-partisan political views, in my opinion; neither side is going to budge, and the biggest advocates for each group are going to continue to hate the other extremists no matter what studies come out.

As for the two other questions, who’s right and who’s wrong, my personal answer is that I don’t know. And honestly, I don’t actually think either is necessarily right or wrong. I can see valid points on both ends of the debate, and ultimately I think it comes down to one simple conclusion: wear the shoe that works for you.

If bare-bones, flat stanley sneakers help you run comfortably, then stick to ’em. If those chunk-mcgunk, super-shox, double cushion (Insert Brand Name) shoes have never given you problems, why switch?

Much like all other aspects of this sport (clothing preference, training schedules, fueling options, etc.) I believe everything should be up to you. It’s one of the things I love most about running—it’s all unique for everyone, and what works for someone may not work for someone else—and it’s okay. Running requires you to put one foot in front of the other, and everything else is just extra paperwork.

With all that said, it would be a lie to say that the shoe debate hasn’t peaked my own curiosity. I’m pretty consistently both a skeptic and a bandwagon-er in most hot topic areas— as in, I always take everything with a grain of salt, but I also really enjoy hearing new, innovative news and information. So, while I’ve definitely been interested in the whole “minimalist” running thing, I also believe there is somewhat of a fad element to it. Through all my scrutiny (read: talking to other runners, hounding running store peeps for information, and reading tons of stuff on the matter), I believe I have come to two conclusions that I personally believe about the whole “barefoot running” thing.

Let’s start with my argument against it: For years and years, runners have gotten faster and stronger, breaking records and setting higher standards for their competitors. And not one of them was barefoot. They were all wearing regular ole shoes with some support in them, and they are fared very well. So, obviously structured shoes have been a part of some of the most impressive running feats in recent history.

Now, for my argument for it: I do believe that running is something humans should be able to do, regularly, without pain. Our bodies are designed for it—and despite evolution and the concrete jungles most of us live in, we still have the ability to condition ourselves to run long distances. With that said, I am a proponent for recreating our “natural” running selves; i.e. without huge Nikes weighing down our feet and changing our foot strike. I do think there is something to the idea of stripping away all the cushion and allowing our feet to adapt to a freer running style, using a more natural foot strike and gait.

So where does that leave me? Well, pretty much right in the middle of it all. Which, coincidentally is the shoe I’ve now found myself wearing while running:

These are Brooks Pure Connect, which are—according to them—a good middle ground between really structured shoes and minimalist shoes. And that’s pretty much exactly what they are—there’s a good amount of cushion to support the arch of the foot, but they are really light and the toe is split a bit.

I was interested in getting into some less structured shoes for a number of reasons, but namely because something never felt quite right with my others. I’ve been an Asics 2170s devotee for some time (through both of my marathons) and on paper, they were perfect for my foot, gait, etc. And they were great—except that they didn’t necessarily feel right.

That sounds super hippy, but as runners we just know when a shoe feels right. And after experiencing some plantar faciitis, ankle pain, and my knee pain earlier this year, I knew that eventually I would probably need to try out a new shoe.

And what better time to do so than when I have lower mileage and no immediate training needs? Since I’ve slowly started running again, I’ve been wearing these puppies…and I’m realizing that I definitely wasn’t wearing the best shoe before.

I’m not saying that I (or anyone) should have been “barefoot” all along, but I have already noticed a difference in my overall efficiency and comfort. I feel faster, lighter, and I like the way I can feel my foot strengthening. I was always a heavy heel striker, and with the new shift to the ball of my foot, I can feel my pronation and general turnover changing. I’m not sure if this pattern will continue, but for right now I’m digging this new way of running.

Is it an argument for minimal shoes? No, not at all. But it is an argument for experimenting and finding what works for you. I was always too scared to try out other shoes because I didn’t want to get hurt or lower my already established mileage—but I’m realizing that one of the surest ways to save your ability to run is to focus on your footwear, no matter how chunky or bare it might be.

Now for the real reason I wanted to write this post: WHAT DO YOU THINK? Extreme on one shoe versus another? Let’s hear it. Have you gone through a drastic change in running footwear? Do you think one if better than the other? LETS GET SHOE SASSY!

Graduation Musings and Missing Running

Hello!

How are you? I’ve missed you.

I am a very bad blogger, and I’m sorry about going AWOL for the past few days. I planned on blogging yesterday, and Friday, and then I just didn’t have time. I know you are all constantly anxiously awaiting my posts, and therefore I apologize for any weekend tension you might have been experiencing.

#sarcasm

Actually, I hope you spent this long weekend far away from your computer, frolicking in Memorial Day activities and other fun stuff. I sure was, let me tell you, and with the exception of a few sign-ins for work, I was virtually computer free for the past three days. It was heaven, and I really enjoyed the temporary escape from the digital world.

I spent this past weekend (Friday through Monday) in Colorado for my little brother’s high school graduation. It was all kinds of fun, and it was great to spend time with my family celebrating all my brother’s numerous achievements.

I’m not going to go into too many details about the weekend, because let’s face it that’s a little boring, but I will give you some photos:

The best way to write a grad-dinner toast/song? Why over HUGE airport beers of course.

Seattle U bound! So proud, so PSYCHED.

Preparing the meat and vegetarian version of the exact same dish. So progressive.

The oldest sibling, and the shortest. That’s totally fair.

There are two things I do want to mention about my weekend, namely because they are actually relevant to the context of this blog.

1) I ran! Well, ran-ish. It wasn’t spectacular, or honestly even that encouraging, but it happened, and for that I am glad.

I tried out the run/walk approach, circling only a short distance around my neighborhood because I wanted a quick escape should everything fail—and overall I would say it went okay. It wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t great, and it definitely wasn’t 100% pain free.

I ran for 2 minutes, walked for one minute, and stretched probably every five minutes. This was tediously time consuming, and the whole time I was hyper-aware of any knee pain. Near the end I definitely needed to not exasperate my IT band anymore, but it definitely felt like things were getting better.

I’ll take what I can get I suppose, and if this is the only way to get outside and in my running shoes, then this is the way I’ll go.

2)I did a workout DVD. This was very much a first for me, and I only really did it because my Mom and her partner Kate are on a kick of doing the Insanity workouts that are oh-so-popular right now.

Have you heard of those? They’re like the new P90X and apparently all the rage for people who use at-home workouts.

And let me just say this.

HOLY HELL

If you think you are in shape, go ahead and try and do one of these Insanity workouts.

Now, it probably had to do a bit with the altitude (my hometown is 6,000 ft. above my Seattle home) but this workout was so intense from start to finish, and had me quickly keeled over gasping for rest. It was super sweaty, fast, and worked every last muscle I have. And while I know I will always prefer the open road and my gym for exercising, I officially bow my hat to anyone who takes these on regularly. Also, the instructor Shaun T is very entertaining and jacked, which helps.

Other than those two excursions, my exercise for the weekend was very minimal, which normally would have really bothered me, but it felt necessary. I know I can jump back on the sweaty bandwagon full-speed ahead anytime, and a few days of relaxation never hurt anyone. In fact, I’m starting to realize it actually really helps. 

With that said, I am honestly pretty sad about not running. It’s not really about maintaining fitness or training or a runner’s high or anything like that. I can stay fit otherwise and there will always be races to sign up for on the other end of injury.

No, what I really miss is just running. Not before a run, suiting up and hydrating, and not after a run, basking in post-run glory. I miss the feeling of running itself. Floating along, arms pumping, breath steady, and my legs engineering the motion.

Certainly, I want to be prepping for and finishing long runs. I miss additional carbs in my dinners and adding Nuun tablets to my water bottles. I miss my favorite Thorlo-pad running socks and my handheld water bottle. I miss knowing exactly when and where I’m going to race again, and planning spontaneous 5ks. But honestly, these are all accessories.

These things I can get over when I’m injured, because they aren’t what running’s about. Running is about being present and feeling that you and your body are entirely in control. It’s about feeling that momentary sense of strength and grace all at once—and pushing through the tough moments to reach closer to our goals.

This is what I miss, and despite being able to stay positive, I can’t shake the feeling that I need to be out on the road.

The Runner’s World quote of the day this morning really reflected these thoughts about running, and while it echoed my sadness and frustration, it also made me smile:

“That’s the thing about running: your greatest runs are rarely measured by racing success. They are moments in time when running allows you to see how wonderful your life is.”

-Kara Goucher

I love this, and I love it because it is 100% true. Racing is great—it keeps us focused, motivated, and driven to be better—but the best part about running isn’t about racing. It’s the day-to-day joys we get, and I’m realizing more and more (because, when you’re injured, you get all reflective and existential) that this is why I love running. So many things in life are fleeting, and once-in-a-while. We look forward to certain events for so long, only to have them pass by so quickly. But running is something that can bring us happiness on a daily basis, and while we often emphasize racing and build up those competitive expectations, ultimately racing highs come second to the daily enjoyment of running.

And Kara Goucher agrees with me. And if one of the best marathoners in the world says that racing comes second, then I feel more content in settling on that mentality.

That’s all for now! And I’ll leave you with hint of a new experiment I’m planning on, well, experimenting with shortly.

Subtlety is my middle name

On that note…please tell me about some of your current running stories! I’m over being bitter (for today), and now I want to hear about all the great speed-work, races, long runs, etc. happening out there. Seattle Rock’n’Roll is coming up, and I know many of you out there are getting amped for it. So TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SWEAT!

Seattle Blogger Meet-Up Info

Today, I had the great opportunity to meet up with fellow Seattle area runners/bloggers for a lunch get-together in West Seattle! It was great to meet everyone, and I can’t wait until it can happen again. Although a lot of us already have each other’s blog information…here’s everyone’s names and respective blogs. Follow and Tweet away! Also, a BIG thanks to Run Pretty Far for sending some shweet shwag as well! Colorful arm sleeves and headbands galore!

Great to meet all you ladies, happy running, and I’m excited to see you all again!

Erika- www.thisspartanwill.com

Julie- www.tri-ingtobeathletic.com

Stacie- www.skippinginseattle.wordpress.com

Rebecca- www.lulurunnerlove.wordpress.com

Allison- no blog…yet 🙂 Twitter handle: allison.raines

Zoe- www.runzoerun.com

Nicole- www.ricoleruns.com

Robyn- www.runbirdierun.com

www.pensivepumpkin.blogspot.com…I did know if you wanted your name posted 🙂

Emily- findingblissforme.wordpress.com

Sharing the Miles and Marathon Week!

Good morning!

To all of you who raced this weekend, all I can say is, “WOW.”

Based on my Twitter feed, Google Reader, and Facebook, this weekend was uber full of some  super impressive races, PRs, and general love for running. For everyone who ran Eugene, there wasn’t a report I heard that wasn’t super inspiring and impressive, and although a big part of me wishes that I was running into Hayward yesterday morning, I know my time will come in (less than!) 6 days. All the race reports and running-love made me so so excited to race this weekend, and I just wish I didn’t have to spend 6 days in nerve-wracking anticipation.

Actually, 5 days, 20 hours, and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise which obviously I am not.

Through all the absorption and admiration going on with so many fellow lady runners out there, my race-week excitement is full speed ahead. All I’m thinking about is race strategy, time goals, Body Glide, carbs, proper bib pinning, and a dynamite playlist. All these thoughts go through my head, and then they just repeat themselves in a slightly more detailed, fleshed out version. (You know, as if I didn’t already think about running enough.) It’s a scary place to be, but all-in-all I am just feeling psyched.

I trust my training, no doubt, but at this point I’m really trying to fine-tune my mental game. I know that if there’s one thing in which I have an advantage, it’s my ability to push through the hard parts. I think it’s a combination of being super stubborn and super competitive, but whatever it is— it typically works toward my advantage when the miles get tough. It’s what gave me three sub-8 minute miles at the end of my first marathon, and it’s what I’m hoping will carry me along the hilly Tacoma course.

I can’t wait.

Well, I’m going to have to, but fortunately there are some fun things happening along the way!

For starters, my birthday is tomorrow, which is definitely fun to have on race week. Although I would like to celebrate with a long sweaty run, I’ll have to dial it back to a shorter one—but it’s all worth it in the name of proper tapering. Also, today I’ll be going to my first practice for the Girls on the Run organization, which I’m really excited for.

GOTR is a non-profit that gives elementary school girls the opportunity to train for a 5k with an older “running buddy.” Their mission states: “We inspire girls to be joyful, healthy and confident using a fun, experience-based curriculum which creatively integrates running.”

Good stuff, obviously something I am in full support of, and I can’t wait to meet my new 5th grade friend today 🙂

And in a completely appropriate yet unplanned transition, I want to share with you the Runner’s World quote of the day from Friday, which really spoke to me. I totally didn’t actually see that transition coming, it just worked out. Isn’t that nice? Good job coincidental blog structuring.

“Running is not, as it so often seems, only about what you did in your last race or about how many miles you ran last week. It is, in a much more important way, about community, about appreciating all the miles run by other runners, too.”

Now, I know that quote is dripping with Kumbaya cheesiness, but it really is true, and it’s one of the reasons I wanted to join the world of running bloggers in the first place. I think it’s really easy to get consumed in our own training regimens, our own goals, and our own routines (weird I know…humans, self-consumed creatures?!). And although these levels of focus are fine, I’ve found that reaching beyond my own running schedule and learning about the lives of other runners has been one of the most enriching and inspiring aspects of this sport. It’s why I get so giddy and excited by reading race reports of bloggers that I follow: following their training schedules and their progress is so intriguing and inspiring, and it helps the rest of us step outside of our own routines.

I really love this “sharing” nature that most every runner seems to have. Almost all the runners I’ve come across, both in my real life and around the virtual-running world, are always willing to talk about running and exchange as much information as possible with other runners. It seems simplistic, of course runners love talking about running, but what I really love is just how interested and encouraging the running community can be. A lot of people in the blogging community have never even met each other in real life, and yet everyone is so excitedly amped about each other’s running reports.

And sure, strangers exchanging enthusiastic, “Kill it!”s and “So proud of you!”s throughout cyber space may seem a bit strange, but as a runner—I really think it stems from one root commonality we all share: a pure, unconditional love of this sport.

Running does something to us that cannot be matched in any other vacinity. It takes us to our happy place, the place where we can shed all the other skins and hats we wear in favor of being totally and completely  ourselves. Once we discover this existential love for running, it cannot be broken, and we become completely enamored.  The only outlet for this love, besides writing poetic/creepily obsessive blog posts and sending up love and praise to the run gods above, is to talk about it with other people who feel the same way.

A love for running is a tie that binds no matter who we are, and I love this about runners. I love that despite how super competitive and consumed with our own goals we become, we are almost equally willing to share enthusiasm, encouragement, and advice to all other runners out there—no matter what level they’re at.

So, with that said, all of you out there whom I have been able to share my trials and victories with surrounding this sport, I thank you so very much for your support. And those of you who have shared your journeys with me—thank you for inspiring me every single day. I have loved sharing all your miles right along with you. Blogging and reading other blogs, books, and articles by other runners has given me so much more love and respect for this sport. And the best part? I feel like it’s just the beginning.

And in case you didn’t think I woke up this morning thinking, “RACE WEEK, RACE WEEK, RACE WEEK,” let’s take a look at what I subconsciously put on to wear today:

I woke up approximately 6 minutes before taking this, so please accept my "I'd rather be horizontal" sleepy eyes.

PSYCHED. Tacoma, get ready.

 

Did you race this weekend? How did it go? Or, why is it you think runners perpetually geek-out over long runs, Nuun, and race numbers together?

Fuel Failing, Personal Nights, and Ranting about Target

Hello!

How’s it going? How was your weekend? Personally, I felt like it went a wee bit too quickly, but otherwise it was highly enjoyable.

I completed my second 20 mile run in two weeks on Saturday, and although conditions weren’t necessarily ideal, overall it went well and I finished a bit faster than last week.

I felt a general lack of fueling surrounding this run, and it took it’s toll a bit. In a very literal sense, my car was SO low on gas getting to my starting point down by the water, so that troubled my brain throughout the run.

“What if I run out of gas on the way home and I have to walk and I can’t walk because I will have just run 20 miles and then my legs will break and OMG OMG OMG.”

It’s amazing how we can distract ourselves with irrational thoughts, isn’t it?

Anyways, I also knew right off the bat that I hadn’t food-fueled well enough the night before. I had a bad stomach ache all day Friday, and so I wasn’t feeling too keen on a big carb-load that night. It took it’s toll though, because I woke up hungry, and although I ate a bit before going out I was feeling pretty empty earlier than anyone wants to on a 20 mile run. This also added to why my Gatorade supply (which was meager to begin with) diminished quicker than normal. You see, I’m not very responsible when it comes to fueling during a run, and I only bring water or a sports drink if my run is above 15 or so mile. Bad. However, I do think this helps my resilience to needing a ton of water/electrolyte replacement—on a normal day. Right? That makes total sense. This run was proved otherwise, though, and my liquid energy was consumed in flash.

And to add insult to an already fuel-less run, my iPod died around mile 13. On a normal run, this would have been no problem, and I would have gotten all existential and credited the universe with wanting me to pay more attention to my surroundings. Remember that hippy-dippy post?

But on long runs, the iPod is a bit necessary—both for motivation and distraction. However, I focused on the lovely scenery (I saw TWO bald eagles!) and I tried to maintain a consistent pace. My energy waves came in spurts, and although my legs were barking by the end, my last mile was 8 minutes flat, which I was very happy with.

{Admittedly, I think I was just happy to be done}

Anyways, total time was 2:47 for 20.24 miles. Approximately 8:15 miles…and given the fuel deprivation I would say I’m very pleased with this, especially after 20 miles last Sunday and 13 miles last Thursday.

Dear legs, thank you. You guys are the best.

Also, I would like to pay homage to my decision to take a rest day on Friday. It paid off big time, and I felt so much better than I know I would have during this beast of a run. I wish I could say that I was a stellar smart and prepared athlete who intentionally took that day off in lieu of the big weekend ahead, but truthfully it was an impromptu decision and happened to be the right one.

What’s the lesson? Scheduled rest days are good. Our bodies like them.

Along those lines, I’m starting to rethink my normal routine in terms of pre and post long run day regimen. I used to always take my rest days (or do an easy swim) the day after a long run, however I’ve recently been introduced to this concept of a “shake out” or “recovery” run, which I’m becoming a HUGE fan of. The idea is that you do a shorter, slow run the day after a long run to, quite literally, shake out your legs and get some blood flowing to your sore muscles. I’ve done this twice now, and I’m a big fan. I really like the excuse for some slow, leisurely running, and I do think it’s helping me recover faster.

And speaking of recovery, my favorite kind of recovery—the kind that requires ample food consumption and couch sitting—was it optimal form on Saturday night. BF attended poker night with some of his co-workers, and while I could have planned a fabulous Seattle nightlife outing with my friends, I knew I wouldn’t make it until 10 pm—therefore a Robyn Personal Night was in order.

I am very much someone who enjoys their own company, almost as much as the company of others. Don’t get me wrong—I love being around people, but there are sometimes when I relish being by myself for a night. And yes, I was the child who sang to themselves played alone on the playground and didn’t give a second thought about it. I really like to think I’ve gained some sociability since then, but nights like Saturday night indicate otherwise.

Allow me to give you a glimpse into what my perfect home-alone setting looks like:

Pajamas on before dinner

A Beecher’s grilled cheese and tomato basil soup {This is the best grilled cheese you will ever eat. If you don’t believe me, come to Seattle and I will buy you one myself.}

Bridesmaids

Blue Moon Spring Ale

US Weekly

A big sugar cookie

These ingredients, topping off a day spent at Target and Trader Joe’s, just about sums up my perfect Saturday. Lame? Totally. But I’m not ashamed. And the word “spent” above is very much pun intended. I went into Target to exchange a shirt for a different size.

That’s. It.

So what did I walk out with? The better fitting shirt…oh and a new dress, a new necklace (the dress needed a friend), another new shirt, bobby pins, and sport headbands.

DAMNIT TARGET.

It’s okay, this is why the Bull’s Eye Boutique made Friday Favorites a few weeks ago, and will continue to so long as it’s within my driving range.

I would just like to say that my receipt was $48.57, meaning I successfully defeated the infamous $50 minimum rule when leaving Target. Therefore I essentially won, and Target pretty much gave me all my new wonderful things. Oh, you’ve never heard of that rule? It’s real, and if you don’t believe me…next time you go to Target for one item, check out YOUR receipt once you walk out of the store.

So there you have it peeps. My idea of a perfect Saturday and an unplanned rant about Target and how it owns my soul.

This is cutback week, meaning my long run won’t be quite as daunting, which honestly I’m a little relieved about. I’ll see you before then, though, and I hope you had a merry weekend of your own.

Tell me about your weekend! What would your version of a Personal Night look like? Did you watch the Oscars? Did you do a long run? Do you have a horrible addiction to a chain store?

Friday Favorites: Comfortable Pace and Being Kind

We made it to Friday. Did this week seem especially long to anyone else? I’ve been thinking it’s Friday since about Tuesday night, and I’ve been pining for the weekend ever since.

Sweet, it’s nearly here.

This weekend has some serious running endeavors planned out, and I’m a little afraid. Mainly because Sunday is supposed to be a—GAH—20 mile run.

Damnit. I said it, therefore I’m accountable.

I’m planning on approaching it with this mindset: I’ve done it before, it’s only two miles more than I ran two weeks ago, and there will be many cookies on either end of it.

Also, I have this new strategy in tackling long runs—or any run, for that matter—and it’s new to me. It’s called: Running at a Comfortable Pace.

Groundbreaking, right?! I have this really horrible fixation on running at or below MP(Marathon Pace) on, oh, every run I do. It’s not an extremely difficult pace, but it’s not exactly comfortable either. This habit is so silly. Runs do not always need to be as fast as you ideally would want, and in fact it’s good for you to do some slow and steady miles in addition to quicker runs.

Blah, blah, blah…I know this, and I need to get better. Unfortunately, I am a distance runner who still has the brain of her former sprinter self. However, yesterday morning I was incredibly intent on running at a comfortable pace. I knew not checking my watch and panicking if I wasn’t around 8:00 minute miles would be hard, but I really wanted to just “feel it” instead of push it. Highly successful run; I finished 12 miles in 1:41:30, and although it’s not MP, it’s not bad for being a very comfortable run.

Let’s get to some favorites though, and I’ll leave 20 sweaty miles for Sunday AM.

– $5 round-trip airfare

HOLLA

Thanks to lucky timing and to my Alaska Airlines credit card, I ended up paying out-of-pocket FIVE DOLLARS for my spring vacation to my home turf of Los Angeles, CA. Okay, yea sure, that also means that I won’t have another free flight until I purchase thousands of dollars worth of things on my card—but the novelty of a $5 flight is still awesome.

That being said, I am PUMPED for this trip. I love to travel, whether it’s to a place I’ve never been or to a place I’ve been dozens of times. I’ll be meeting up with my family for a week of desert camping (better than it sounds) and perusing through Lotus Land looking for Seth and Sandy Cohen.

– My Timex watch

This was a 10 miler I clocked recently. NBD

You can keep your fancy Garmins and heart rate monitors. My little blue Ironman Timex and I are just peachy-keen happy with one another. I got this guy(or maybe it’s a girl, I actually never thought about it) a little over three years ago, and s/he’s been kicking ever since.

Don’t tell my baby blue, but I have toyed with the idea of getting a real Garmin watch. I know it all—keeping logs of my heart rate, my splits, my mileage, etc. would be an ideal addition to training. I know someday (don’t tell lil blue!) I’ll get one, however for right now I like not knowing my miles and calories burned on a moment’s notice. There’s something fun about doing the math after a run to figure out my pace and rate, and even when I do get all fancy and digital I plan on keeping my trusty Timex sidekick around. She(I decided female feels right) and I have been through a lot together in my life as a runner, and I could never, actually, let her go.

– Holiday Appropriate M and M’s

If you ask me to make dessert, I WILL make too much and I WILL bring options

Correction: Accessorizing Desserts with Holiday Appropriate M and M’s

BF and I decided that for V-day, we would make dinner together and he would provide the libations and I would provide the dessert. Obviously I was torn with this task; not because it was too daunting or I didn’t have time, but because the possibilities were too endless. In the end, I couldn’t decide and ended up just supplying us with two options. This was a very good idea, despite the fact that I think I’m still sweating brownie batter.

And yes, the plate above was originally intended for the two of us.

And no, we did not finish all of it. I do have some self control people—and plus, the best part of making yummy things is having BF bring them to his office and therefore winning girlfriend points.

– My Car

{This isn't actually my real car, but it's pretty darn spot on}

So I didn’t actually own a car myself until I graduated college, therefore buying this car was not only a milestone in becoming an adult, it was a milestone in gaining automotive liberty!

I absolutely love this little Toytoa Corolla, named Glinda, and she’s been a trooper ever since I got her—off Craigslist, I’ll have you know. Sure, she’s had some interesting moods at times, as in she doesn’t feel like starting, or she doesn’t feel like shutting down the engine when the key is out of the ignition…THIS HAPPENED.

BUT this little girl has been quite reliable, and I still perk up whenever I see her ready to take me all the places I need to go.

– Random Acts of Kindness

This photo is completed unrelated. But it works for some reason, doesn't it? Also, you're welcome.

Listen up: Today is National Random Act of Kindness Day!

I will fully admit that I think this recent onset of “National” holidays is a bit fishy, but as someone who both loves holidays and communal kindness, I’ll pay attention to this one.

Something I wholeheartedly believe in is the concept of Paying it Forward. We live in a world where approximately 99% of our energy is focused on Number One. We are self-serving creatures by nature, and in a lot of ways we cannot help it—it’s how we’re hardwired in order for survival. However, since I’m pretty sure that the majority of Americans aren’t currently being run down by lions and are within 50 miles of some source of food, I think we can take at least a day to do something for someone else.

{And if you are currently being hunted by safari animals or you’re in a desolate region without food or water, WTF are you doing reading this blog? Also, I know you have either a smart phone or a laptop, therefore I don’t really feel bad for you.}

Moving on, I dare you to try reaching outside of yourself to do one nice thing for someone else. It takes such little effort, but it can make—in my opinion—all the difference in the world. It’s as simple as giving the change in your pocket to the homeless man you pretend to ignore every day, complimenting a stranger on their bag (this should be genuine—btw), or paying for a stranger’s coffee. I am convinced that acts of kindness have a chain reaction, and they are a perfect example of small efforts making a big difference. Paying it Forward is one of the most accessible and simplest ways in which we can make a change in our world. And frankly, with all the hostility, anger, and self-absorption that clouds our outlook on society—we could all use a little more kindness. I truly believe this, and I think you’ll find that doing something nice for someone else will bring a spring to your step as well.

Kindness doesn’t need to be altruistic. But we do need more of it.

 

5 more faves in the bag! I hope you are getting psyched for your weekend ahead, and if you’re willing to share…

What Random Act of Kindness have you received before? What are your Friday Favorites?

Crunching the Numbers

I’m feeling a bit consumed with needing to consolidate the things in my life that are accumulating faster than I can keep track. For instance, clothes I never even touch but are somehow still in my closet, various pieces of mail that need to be sorted through but just kind of sit there, and tallying my mileage progression for Eugene Marathon training.

Since I would rather talk about running more than most anything else, and since it’s a lot easier to record my training than to tackle the sweaters I bought in high school, let’s do a little recap, shall we?

Eugene Training

So, I’m currently in week 4ish of my training “plan.” I use the word plan loosely because, truth be told, I’m not following a schedule very strictly. I’m concentrating more on overall weekly mileage as opposed to achieving specific numbers on specific days. And honestly, I’m really enjoying it. It allows for more flexibility in my running and my normal life schedule, and I think that because there’s less strictness I’m mentally more excited and ready for each run. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely tracking progress/speed/splits/etc., but my focus is more on weekly totals.

That said, I logged appx. 43 miles last week, including a 16 miler on Saturday morning followed by a 4.5 mile recovery run Sunday. I normally keep the long runs for Sunday, and I hardly ever do recovery runs the day after, so this weekend was quite experimental! I enjoyed it though—and I’m feeling really well recovered today.

The week before I ran 49.2 miles, so this week will be a bit above that. I’m trying to build in a week on/ week off kind of pattern. Meaning, I’ll be adding, then subtracting, adding a bit more, etc. This seems to really work well with my body, and since I have the time I’ll be able to pull off this safer approach while still getting in several extra-long (20+) runs.

With that said, I have a 20 mile beast scheduled for this weekend. I really do love the long run, however it starts to get scary/serious when I reach that number. Not only does it require some interesting route-creation, it’s really just a long time to be running and takes a lot out of me. However, it also requires ample pasta consumption. So, I suppose it’ll all be okay.

Right now, I’ve been doing a decent job at averaging 8 minute miles on my long runs—and I’m hoping to keep it up. It’s definitely not feeling totally comfortable yet, and some days are better than others, but I’m encouraged with the consistency of my speed.

I’m coming for you Eugene.

2012 Miles for 2012

I’ve mentioned this goal before, but for those of you just tuning in—I’m hoping to run 2012 miles in the year 2012. It’s lofty, I’m not sure if it’s gonna happen, but it’s fun to keep track of the progression and—if my legs blow up—I can always change the goal to 2012 km. Right?

That said, this is what the progression looks like so far:

Miles Run in 2012: 253.3

Percentage of Year Over: 12.02%

Percentage of Goal Mileage Completed: 12.58%

Whammy! .56% ahead of schedule…practically done!

Okay, so essentially I’m right on schedule. But that’s still neat.

Alright, I feel a bit better about organizing my life already. Despite the fact that running analysis tends to make a fun hobby seem a bit more like work, once I do it I feel a better sense of understanding of myself as a runner and of my training.

The fact of the matter is that marathon training needs diligence and attention. I think we’d all like to think that we can just trot out, run as far as we want without care of worry, and whip out an effortless marathon fueled merely by a love of running.

Maybe for the Dean Karnazeses of the world, but for the rest of us—crunching the numbers is a necessity, and in the end it makes us smarter and helps keeps us healthy.

Questions: How close attention do you pay to your training numbers? Why do you think keeping track is important for becoming a better runner?

Running into 2012

I have run 34 miles so far in 2012—pretty good considering it’s the 5th and two of those runs were done at 6,000 feet in the mountains. I’m sure you’re sick of my complaining by now, so FINE…I’ll quit my whining about altitude.

Contrarily, I’d actually like to commend altitude in this post—as it not only aided in intensifying my training, but it made my 12 miler today exceptionally fast.

I like to call tonight’s run “Moonlight Runata.” No, it did not include the brilliance of Beethoven on my iPod (thought I must download soon!), but it was illuminated by a bright moon shining in the clear(!) Seattle sky. I started around sunset, and by the time I was done the stars were out and night had taken over. I finished the 12.14 total miles in 96 minutes, which averages to just under 8 minute miles. I am psyched, for sure, however it was pretty difficult and reminded me that if I ever want to BQ, I’ll have to continue that pace for oh just another 14 miles.

Why Boston, WHY???

Anyway, I thought I’d include in this post my New Year’s Day run, because it was definitely memorable and I am hopeful it represented how the rest of my year will play out.

Obviously I wasn’t feeling awesome when I woke up New Year’s Day. That was a given. However, I knew I wanted to run, and despite the warmth of the bed and the pain in my skull reminding me why whiskey should not follow beer, I headed out.

In a nutshell, it sucked. I felt like hell, and despite the beautiful Colorado sunshine and sparkling snow covering the ground, I frankly did not give a damn—I just wanted it to be over.

My subconscious, however, that knew I wanted to run (and in fact needed to run) somehow trumped my miserable “please-oh-please-make-this-stop” mentality. It was as if my body knew that starting my year in its true form—as a runner—was more important than temporary pain.

{Side note: I really wasn’t hungover, 3 drinks doesn’t give you a hangover, just a dehydrated headache and desire for bagels instead of miles.}

As I continued along, I decided I wasn’t going to die and thought, “You’ve made it this far—how about start the New Year with a half marathon?” And so, my runner-self took over my wahh-poor-me self and decided to give 2012 a 13 mile “WHAT UP.”

I never really felt fantastic during this run; in fact, I can’t really remember the last time I felt so poorly during a long run. However, despite my sour mindset, I ended the run feeling accomplished and psyched with the fact that I started 2012 in a way I love.

To finish off New Year’s Day, as mentioned in my pre-New Year’s post, I went to see the Lakers play the Nuggets with my dad in Denver. My Dad has been a Lakers fan his whole life, and consequentially I am a huge fan as well. (Yea yea yea, be a hater…I’ll defend to the death.) It was my first actual game, and the fact that I got to go with my Dad—AND it was against the Nuggets—made the whole experience awesome.

Blue Moon, rooting for Kobe, and hanging with Dad. Excellent New Year's Day.

And yea… whatever the might have maybe not won—doesn’t really matter. I guess.

So, with a 13.1 start, a 9 mile hilly beast, and a speedy 12 miler along my favorite peninsula, 2012 has been a great year for running—and here’s to hoping that the rest of this year is filled with many running highlights.

Question: Do you have any running goals for this year?

Hill Hell: A Necessary Evil

Let’s talk about altitude, shall we?

Before the holidays, I discussed my hesitation to run on my Colorado vacation due to the vast elevation difference from my lovely sea-side Seattle stomping grounds. Fortunately, despite some burning lungs and a mildly slower pace, I was able to keep up on running while on my trip, and I’m excited to carry around some fatty RBC at sea level for at least a few days.

The times I noticed the elevation difference the most was on the hills I climbed during the Colorado runs. If you ever need a good kick in the ego, I highly suggest running up a long, steep street at 6,000 feet above sea level. Oh yes, you will surely find some humility fast. However, after all the heaving and hauling up those monsters, I will admit that despite their mental and physical challenges, hills are not only helpful, but essential to developing as a runner.

I admittedly follow a running routine that is somewhat hill free: I run on a sea wall around a flat peninsula and purposefully avoid the scary hills in our neighborhood. However, per my New Year’s goal to face my fears head on, I am going to be much more intentional about incorporating hill work.

Thus, I present you with the hell I faced this morning:

"Hello Robyn, prepare for me to crush your legs to pieces."

I think the universe knew that I was getting overly ambitious about my altitude-adjusting lungs, so it said , “Ha! Watch this.” Needless to say, that last 500 ft. climb that was seemingly never-ending was done in walk-run fashion, and when I did run it was really just to make the torture go by faster. The kind of exertion we face on hills and the tiring effect they have is incredibly indicative, though, of just how substantial they are to our training.

I already feel like mileage-wise, my cardio shape is pretty good, however if a huge hill is able to wipe that endurance down so quickly, I can only imagine what incorporating these beasts more routinely would do to my training.

{Also, this hill was at mountain altitude, so its difficulty wasn’t entirely due to my wimpiness}

The other thing about hills is that they are incredibly mental. When you start upon a hill you know will be challenging, it is essential to both pep talk yourself and maintain a calm focus. Something I do when climbing a killer hill is I’ll choose a lamp post, bush, street sign, or whatever’s up ahead of me and I’ll tell myself, “Okay, just make it up to that point,” and I’ll look down and keep trucking. Once I reach that mini goal point, I’ll repeat the same thing with a point further ahead. I think it works as both a mental distraction and as a means of dividing a huge goal (the whole hill) into smaller, manageable goals. I also like to repeat the phrase, “Up and over,” in my head as I’m climbing, as it keeps me focused on the fact that once I’m at the top, I’ll be done and my lead legs will be relieved.

Running hills is also a very metaphorical, and we can actually learn a lot from transferring the process of climbing a hill to overcoming other sorts of barriers in our lives. Sometimes we have to walk, sometimes we have to stop and recollect ourselves, but the only way to truly get over something, overcome an obstacle, or regain control when we feel powerless is to just keep on climbing. At times it can feel like we’re barely moving and all we want to do is quit; if we continue to move on, however, slowly but surely we will make it back to the top.

This all being said, I do need some accountability when it comes to my promise to run more hills. If you’re out there and can keep an eye on me, please do—but I am going to make a conscious effort to not let those beastly steep monsters scare me away from developing my strength as a runner.

Question: How do you feel about hills, both literal and metaphorical? Any mantras that you think work well for getting through a tough climb?

 

 

Returning from My Nest

Greetings!

Serious apologies for my absence, I’ve been in vacation mode big time– which fortunately comes with a lot of fun activities but unfortunately loosens my diligence to blogging.

However, I’m here with a recap some of the fun things that have happened over the past week, including some favorites (per standard Friday procedure.)

Lucky enough for me, my favorites for this week tie in nicely to some info on the happenings in snow-covered Colorado, where I’ve been spending the past holiday week.

As I’ve mentioned, BF and I took an early flight out of Seattle on the 24th, and we’ve currently been stowing away in our respective homes in Colorado Springs since. It’s been lovely here so far, and I love having some leisurely time with my family.

I have fortunately (and somewhat miraculously) been able to maintain my running while here, and although the altitude has definitely stretched my lungs to their capacity, I’m grateful that my physical condition is good enough to work around the compromising elevation. I’ve run 4 times since I’ve been here, the longest run being 12 miles, and I’m looking forward to building up some powerful red blood cells that can gulp oxygen like a beer-bonging frat boy.

So, in order to make this week-overdo post at least somewhat manageable in terms of length, I’m going to try and condense my trip recap and my Friday favorites into one glorious sequence. Prepare yourself, because I don’t really know how this will turn out…

I’ll try, though.

Friday Favorites!

1) Ice Skating

Mommy and me.

We went ice skating two days after Christmas, and despite the fact that it’s slightly horrifying when you first step on the ice, it turned out to be super fun. I realized that there aren’t too many activities that you participate in as a child that can be equally as enjoyable as an adult.

I highly recommend participating in something you used to do but somehow fell away from. Sure, it’s a little scary and the likelihood of falling on your ass and embarrassing yourself in front of a ton of speed-skating-triple-axel-doing 5 year olds is somewhat high, however there is something refreshing about returning to basics and reminding yourself of a long lost fun time.

2) Miniature Fruit

I must write a book about this cutie. It will be called, "The Littlest Tangerine."

So this doesn’t entirely describe much about my trip, however I’ve consumed about 100 of these little babies (thanks to multiple shipments from my grandparents in California), and they are spectacular.

I love little, cute fruit, and whenever I have the option of miniature versus regular sized anything, the tiny things almost always win.

3) Running-Themed Gifts

Best ornament ever! Running shoes that strangely look very similar to mine.

This year, my family rocked it and gave me several gifts related to running. It started out with my lovely running shoes ornament, which is spectacular, but I also received socks, energy gummies, a gorgeous long sleeved tech shirt, AND a “26.2” sticker! I have been too nervous for whatever reason to buy one for myself, so I was PUMPED to be bestowed with a lovely pink one bought by my stepmom (who has also run full marathons).

The gifts helped remind me that running is an ongoing work in progress. It doesn’t just exist for warm weather, training season, or racing– but it exists wherever and whenever we want it to, which is frankly an awesome thing. I love knowing that wherever I am, so long as I have my beloved Asics, I can lace up and return to the quiet, happy place that running provides me.

4) Beauty and the Beast- RETURNING!

Midnight showing? Ohh yes.

So, if you haven’t already heard, Beauty and the Beast is the best Disney movie of all time, and Belle is not only the most independent and educated princess out there– but she’s also the prettiest. No discussion on this matter, sorry.

Anyways, my beloved favorite Disney movie is coming BACK to the big screen. It’s in 3D this time, which I guess is cool if you’re into 3D, but frankly I’m just pumped that I get to make a date night out of going to the movie theater and seeing this timeless classic

I recommend you go too.

5) My Dog

Beauty sleep.

If I’m being perfectly honest here, I haven’t always gotten along with our dog. She’s manipulative, hysterical, and frankly does anything she can to get her way…and in the past we’ve clashed big time. However, now that I don’t see her as often and our interaction is limited, I have found this sneaky little pseudo-lab to be a bundle of love.

I think it’s partially due to the fact that the rest of my family practically considers her to be a fourth child, however I do love coming home and knowing that this pup will never change…and that we will still love her for it.

A little creepy, a little cute, a lot of love.

 

I do have a lot more updating to do on my trip, and I’ll be sure to flesh out more details later on. However, for now I’m enjoying staying in the moment and not letting my consistent desire to chronicle my life override my ability to actually live it.

In a nutshell, I’m loving being with my family, this holiday season has been truly wonderful, and I’m looking forward to basking in the hope and promise that a new year brings along with it.

2012 is going to be great, I can feel it.

Resolutions and more vacation highlights are soon to come! Right now, I’m going to concentrate on soaking up my mile high vacay (literally) and abusing the dessert-after-every-meal holiday excuse until the very last second.

It’s getting bad people, but I’m not stopping.

Also, I’m going to the Lakers vs. Nuggets game on New Years Day. Dear Denver, please don’t kick me out..I can’t help my passion for the purple and gold.

Yes, there it is for the world to see… I’m a Lakers fan through and through.

Tell me about your holiday celebrations! Any annoying dogs you got to cuddle with or fun shaped ornaments you received?